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here-have-some-stories · 2 months ago
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Massacre Masquerade Chapter 10
Chapter 1 Chapter 9
It wasn’t too much later when Bailey started to regret her decision to help out. Glancing at Deacon and Leon, she saw that they were bored of searching as well. They were getting suspicious glances from the other people, obviously wondering why they were looking around. It was also getting tiring.
“Well I don’t think we’re going to find anything,” Deacon said, “We might as well just stop looking.”
“It’s been ten minutes,” Bailey pointed out. 
“Yes,” Deacon agreed, “ten minutes of hard, incredible searching, but to no avail.” He spoke in an overly dramatic voice that made Leon grin. “Let’s just leave it to those fancy detective people, it’s their job anyway.”
“What are we going to do then?” Leon asked.
Deacon shrugged in reply. “Just go back to what we were doing before. Sitting down and getting bored to death.”
“Sounds so exciting,” Bailey said sarcastically. Despite her reply, the group agreed with Deacon and walked back to their favourite corner. Leon pointed out that they could still help by keeping a look out, they just didn’t have to move. 
They had barely been sitting there for three minutes when Deacon said, “I’m bored again.”
“You’re sitting here doing nothing,” Leon said, “what did you expect?”
“I don’t know,” Deacon admitted, “some sitting down and doing nothing that was more fun than this. Perhaps even more action packed.”
“It was your idea to come here,” Bailey put in blankly.
“Yeah, but I thought we would at least talk, not just sit here in disappointing silence.” Deacon crossed his arms across his chest and put on a fake pouting expression so he was looking like the child he was acting like.
“You said that you wanted to go back to what we were doing before,” Leon said, “this is what we were doing before.”
“We can change it up a little bit,” Deacon mumbled.
“By doing what?”
“By talking!”
“About what?” Leon was grinning now even though he was asking a genuine question. He had to admit that everything would be much more entertaining if they conversed, and he wanted to get to know Deacon a bit more. Or a lot more. He just liked to have small silly arguments sometimes. It really did help pass the time.
“I don’t know. The weather, our favourite types of birds, anything!”
“Alright then, what’s your favourite type of bird?” Deacon looked a tiny bit surprised at the question, a little taken aback by the fact that Leon actually took one of his stupid suggestions. 
“Um, sparrows. It’s pretty basic but they’re cute,” Deacon replied. He was happy to find that there wasn’t any kind of small judgement from Leon. It was a stupid thing to be embarrassed by but whenever he said sparrows were his favourite bird he would be called basic and boring. “What’s yours?”
“Birds of paradise,” Leon said. “They’re pretty and cool and do funny little dances.”
“I’ve seen them before, not in person but in a documentary. It was the only David Attenborugh documentary that I wasn’t bored by. What about you Bailey?”
“What?” Bailey replied. She blinked at Deacon as if she had just come out of zoning out, which she had. She had completely missed everything Deacon and Leon had been talking about.
“What’s your favourite type of bird?”
“Oh, um, kiwi’s. You know, the New Zealand birds.”
“Oh yeah those are really cute,” Deacon agreed. 
None of them said anything for a while and just when Leon was about to ask another question to his new friend when they were all alerted by a creaking noise coming from the ceiling. Simultaneously, they all looked up at the roof in the direction of where they heard the noise. Deacon was the first to look away, losing interest pretty quickly. It could have just been some random noises that buildings make. Leon wasn’t so sure. The creak sounded different from anything else he had heard. It sounded like the noise you’d hear from a tree branch just before it was about to fall down. He squinted his eyes a little closer at the ceiling and was surprised to spot a small crack, running in a perfectly straight line for about two metres before his eyes lost sight of it. Weird. But Leon shrugged. It was probably just some part of the building, nothing too odd. And that creaking noise was probably just something unimportant.
Leon was ready to turn back to his friend when all three of them jumped at the sudden sound of something snapping loudly, followed by a loud crash. A large portion of the ceiling had fallen down.
Leon looked in horror as he realised that the section that had fallen was exactly where he had seen the crack, and where they had all heard the creak. His horror increased as he remembered that there was a group of people who were sitting right underneath that section of ceiling and were nowhere to be seen. All ten of them.
I was excited to include kiwi's in the story. As a fellow kiwi, I was very happy to put in my native bird. Anyways, sorry this took so long to the one person who probably only reads it, but the new chapter is here and ngl I kinda don't like how I did the actual tension part of the ceiling falling but I really can't be bothered to change it The next chapter will take ages I promise you that. Once again if you have any questions of comments or feedback or just wanna talk do not be afraid I welcome very very much. And if you have any requests for fictional stories then I will give em to you depending jut read the rules I have on my pinned post most of the information for requested shit is there Anyways hope you liked it and bye y'all.
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months ago
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Dirty Work 23
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.
Characters: Loki
Note: what up my slutty butties!
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You help Leslie bring out the plates. You set one before Mr. Laufeyson as Leslie puts one down before an empty chair. You can hear your dad muttering at his puzzle. Your boss is unfazed as he smugly sits waiting.
"Offer him something to drink while I get your father," Leslie lowers her voice, turning her back to your guest, "I know you didn't have a mother around but have some common courtesy."
You flinch, injured by her unnecessary remark. Sometimes she says things that sting, just like your father. You suppose that's why they get along so well. She sidesteps you and enters the front room, announcing her presence gaily as she calls your father's name.
"Mr. Laufeyson," you face him sheepishly, "would you like something to drink?"
"I suppose you haven't any cabernet," he snorts. You clamp your lip tightly in humiliation. "I am driving so I suppose it wouldn't matter, you have water, yes? It will suffice."
"Yes, Mr. Laufeyson," you answer and spin away, fleeing to the kitchen behind the shield of the simple task.
You take a glass from the cupboard, checking to make sure it's clear and clean, and fill it from the filtered jug in the fridge. You return to the dining room as Leslie helps your father in. He bats her hand off his arm and grunts as he drops into an empty chair across from Mr. Laufeyson. You put the water in front of your boss and peek over at your dad.
"Dad, do you want something--"
"No," he barks as he snatches his fork, poking at the seasoned turnip, "what is this shit?" He sniffs, "smells like garbage."
You sit and balance at the edge of your chair, not paying any mind to the food before you.
"Charlies, don't be rude," Leslie claims a seat of her own, "Loki's mother was so kind to send this over to us."
"I don't know her," your father growls.
"Can't complain for free food, can we?" Leslie girds gently and sends a smile to Laufeyson, "it's been a tough day for him. The humidity really bothers him."
"Would you be quiet?" Your father snaps, "I can speak for myself and I'm just damn fi--"
Your father breaks out into another storm of coughs. He hits the table and braces it, his fork clattering as he struggles to catch his breath. Mr. Laufeyson sits placidly, picking up his knife and fork, and cutting into the pork loin.
"My, you do sound rather terrible," he says as he pokes a morsel of meat in the air on the tines. 
"He'll be fine, he just needs to catch his breath," Leslie assures.
"Mm, have you thought of an air purifier? It might do this place some good?" Laufeyson suggests with a curl of his lip, biting into the pork.
"Mr. Fucking Fancy Pants," your dad slaps his own chest as he finds his voice, "what do you know? You ain't some doctor walking in here telling me how to breathe."
"I have several degrees so I could claim the title, I suppose," Laufeyson taunts, "I always thought it a bit pompous, however."
"Ah, go off and buy another set of tits," your father snarls.
"You are such a loving father, aren't you?" Laufeyson goads.
"Good enough to know yours never smacked you hard enough," your dad retorts.
Silence. You look at Leslie as she peers between the men, a frigid smile frozen on her face. You bat your lashes as you teeter and grip the table.
Your dad takes his fork again and scoops up a soft chunk of turnip. He puts it in his mouth, making a face as he tastes it then gags and spits it out. It flies across the table onto Laufeyson's plate. Your brows rise as Leslie's expression mirrors your shock.
"Tastes like garbage too. That mother of yours must be just as much a disappointment to your father as you," your dad chortles at his own insult, hacking into another fit.
Mr. Laufeyson sets his fork down. He sighs and slides his plate away. He stares down your father as he sets his back straight.
"As much as you are to your daughter, I'm sure."
"Mr. Laufeyson," you squeak.
"Get--" your father coughs and chokes, fighting to get to his feet, his stomach hitting the table and rattling the dishes, "the fuck--" cough -- "out of my house."
"Is that what you call this place?" Laufeyson remains seated, glancing around derisively.
Leslie gasps, "sir, now you are too much, we welcomed you in--"
"I wasn't aware your job included nursing his bruised ego," Laufeyson shoots in her direction, "don't remind me of etiquette. I brought you all more than the scraps you have in the back of that dingy fridge. Of course, you wouldn't have the taste or sense to know good food."
"I said GET OUT!" Your father hollers so hard he sways, his voice scratching at its peak.
"Dad," you stand up, "Mr. Laufeyson, please, you need to go--"
"Take your own advice," he stands and scoffs in your father's direction.
"Stop, please, he's my dad--"
"Oh yes, I've heard it before," Laufeyson sneers, "and I heard you beg him just the same before he--"
"No!" You exclaim, "no, leave. Now. Please--"
"You needn't convince me further," Mr. Laufeyson strides around the table, "Chuck," he stops next to your father as he puffs, grasping the chair for support, "try not to choke on your own vitriol."
He pats your dad arm, causing him to recoil and fall onto the chair. Leslie rushes over to him as you stand dumbfounded. You hoped the day wouldn't get worse and yet, you can't say you didn't expect it. Even so, it hits you like a car at full speed and knocks the wind out of you. You don't know what to do.
"Have a good night," Mr. Laufeyson says at the door, "however pleasant it could ever be in a rat-infested hole like this." He looks at you, "thank you for this lovely dinner."
He turns and struts out. You shake your head as adrenaline courses through you, burning around your lungs and hammering in your chest. You look over at your father as he continues to cough violently.
"Dad..." you try to go to him.
"Haven't you done enough?" Leslie snaps as she lashes you with a glare. You wince and stumble back.
"I didn't--"
"He's right about you, isn't he?" She snarls, "you're just an ungrateful brat."
"No--"
"Go!" Your father forces through his choking gasp, "you little bitch!"
Your lip trembles as the room spins. You twirl away without a second thought, horrified and humiliated. You run out into the hallway and barrel up the stairs, sobbing by the time you get to the top step. Mr. Laufeyson has ruined everything. Your job, your family, and your entire life.
You thought you had nothing before, how wrong you were.
 You cry yourself to sleep, just like many nights before. Your head swirls with rippled visions of angry eyes and shadowy figures. You drown in the thick unconscious, nearly suffocated with terror as you're paralysed against the virulent nightmares.
You wake only as a crash splinters your sleep. You sit up, heaving for air as you see a dark figure eerily similar to the one in your dreams. You blink until you can, the light of the hallway glowing in the limn your father's portly figure.
He drags out the next drawer from your dresser and dumps it over the pile mounded on the floor. He staggers as he drops the plywood and kicks it aside. He leans on the handle of his oxygen tank as you reach for your lamp.
"Dad? What are you--"
He struggles to reach for the bottle by his feet. He lifts it and wobbles as he untwists the cap. He overturns the bottle of bleach onto the heap of clothes, kicking them around as the stringent chemical spills out. You watch as he ruins the layers of new clothing and cry out as you bounce to the foot of the bed.
"What are you doing!?" You shriek.
"Whore's clothes," he tosses the bottle on top, "you... bring your pimp in here like the slut you are--"
"Dad," you whimper but have no words. He's not so far off after all. You look down at the clothes and the pale stains of the bleach patching across the fabric, "dad, I'm sorry. I tried-- I was only--"
"I don't care," he grits, "I'm done with you. You been..." he takes a deep breath, clasping his chest, "mooching off me for thirty years. You sucked the life outta me--" he gasps again, "look what you done to me," he tugs at the tube that trails down his chest, "this is your fault. You killed me just like you did your mother."
"No, no, no," you touch your cheeks as they burns and your tears fall free, "please, don't say that."
It's another nightmare. It has to be. You're still sleeping. This can't be real.
"Dad," you stand and reach for him, "don't be mad--"
He hits you. Not hard, he can't. He's too weak. You flinch and back away, cowering as you cradle your head. He looks around, his head bobbling and grabs the hardcover book from atop your dresser.
He nears you as you shrink down, stunned into helplessnness. He grips the book with both hands and swings it at you. The first strikes doesn't wake you. It's real. 
He hits you, over and over, the sharp corner jabbing into your cheek and chin, then the side thumping across your shoulder and against your side. He keeps on until he can't.
He drops the book and coughs, bending over as he slips to one knee. You watch him, tears streaming into your hands as you babble like a child. 
"Daddy," you murmur.
"You get out or I'll call... the goddamn... police," he braces the oxygen tank and forces himself up. "This isn't your home no more." He limps and drags the tank to the door, "it never was.”
You don't know what to do. You can barely stop crying long enough to think. The heavy bags weigh down your steps as you wander mindlessly to the corner and stop, the reality of the moment crashing down like thunder.
You drop the duffle bag and sit on it, letting your work bag hit the pavement by your feet. The sun has barely come up as you sit in the dim hue of dawn. Where do you go?
You feel yourself sinking. Your lungs are reading to shrivel and your head is going to cave in. You're lost. You have no home, you have no father, you have nothing... well, you still have a job.
You cry a little longer, until you hear the first sign of life from across the street. You get up as a man comes of a house. He doesn't notice you as you hitch up your work bag and grab the duffle from the sidewalk. You just need somewhere for a night or two. Let dad cool off and you'll apologise. It will be okay.
You walk down to the main road and catch the first bus. You have no direction, no destination. You get off as you see the marquee of the Holiday Inn. You've never stayed in a hotel, hopefully they have room for you. It seems like no one does.
You shuffle inside, tired and worn out. There's a woman behind the front desk, sitting on a chair so you can only see the top of your head. You hobble over under the weigh of your bags and wait for her to notice you. When she doesn't, you tap the bell on the counter.
"Eh?" She stands up, almost tipping over, "sorry," she yawns, "didn't hear you come in."
"Mm," you hum and chew your lips, "that's okay. Erm..."
"Do you have a reservation? Bit early... or late, to be checking in."
"No, uh, I don't," you lower your eyes, "do you have anything available?"
"Sure we do," she answers chipperly. You look at her name tag; Mindy. "I got a few singles clean and ready."
"Okay, that's good," you answer, "how much?"
"Hundred and twenty for tonight. Credit on file or three hundred cash deposit."
"Oh," you try not show your surprise, "okay, I er, think I have enough but I don't have a credit card."
"Now worries, there's an ATM," she points across the lobby.
"Thank, can I leave my bags here for a second?"
"Sure, sweetie," she turns to the computer and clicks around.
You cross to the machine and dig out your debit card. You slide it into the slot and push the firm metal buttons. Your stomach plummets as you punch in the custom amount for withdrawal. You were saving that for the mortgage and Leslie. You hit Yes and the machine whirs, spitting out a stack of bills and a receipt.
You return to the counter and hand it over. Mindy asks for your name and phone number. You give her your info, growing more weary by the moment.
"Here are your keys," she hands over a tiny paper folio, "checkout is 11am tomorrow."
"Thanks."
"Wifi info is in there, along with information about breakfast. Coffee in the room and a kettle. Oh, and microwave."
You thank her one last time and collect your bags once more. You go to the elevator and check the folio for your room number. You hit floor six and wait for the box to rise. You step off, following the wall plaques to the matching door. It's yours, just for a little bit.
You swipe the card several times before it unlocks, struggling to make it register. You push your duffle inside with your feet and put your work bag beside it as the door shuts on its own. The room is small, the walls are pasted in faded wallpapers and the bed is made with sheets that remind you of another decade.
You put the keys on the table against the wall and drag yourself to the bed. You don't really have any time to nap, you just need to get off your feet for a little.
Your restlessness doesn't let you sit long. You wear some of your old clothes, of the few pieces you salvaged from the ruin. You check yourself in the mirror. You don't bother with the makeup. Mr. Laufeyson will be disappointed either way. Besides, you shouldn't care so much what he thinks. You're just his house manager after all. You're there to do a job.
If only believing it would make it true.
You find a route that goes towards his neighbourhood. It lets you off a few blocks away and you take your time. You almost don't have a choice as your body is achy from your father's attach, new bruises rising tenderly to the surface.
You're early despite the fractured night. As you pass the cafe, you slow and glance through the window. Just one more quiet moment before you face the inevitable.
You push inside and see the same woman as last time. You give the same order as you doubt she even recognises you. She hovers her finger over the touch screen of her till, "we have a special, a rose tea latte, if you're interested."
"Oh?" You scrunch up your lips, you've never been good at saying no. "Sure, I'll try that."
You got the change to pay and frown. You shouldn't be spending what's left on a tea. You should be smarter. Maybe if you were, you wouldn't be such a loser.
You sit and stare at the pink foam. You don't know if you can do this but what other choice do you have? You could just disappear but for how long? You'll run out of money. As hard as it was to get this job, you don't think a new one would be any easier when you have one reference. A reference who you don't expect a shining review from.
You sip carefully. It's delicious. You drop your forehead into your hand as hot tears brim your eyes. You fight to constrain them, nearly quaking with the effort. Your eyes are swollen enough as it is.
You continue to drink, keeping your head down, and finish before you resign yourself to fate. To face Mr. Laufeyson. You can do this, not because you're strong, but because you have to.
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elaemae · 9 months ago
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The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.
[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]
CHP. 6
PREVIOUS CHAPTER: PROLOGUE 5
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CW: ANYTIME that MC is referred with male address or pronouns it's going to be color blue. There's also a shit-ton of cursing here.
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You can feel your blood pressure ascending into the Celestial Realm (faster than a newly deceased good person) as this Azul Asheng-something mf drags you into his oh-so-fancy "Monstro Lounge" while you're just peacefully trying to fuck off from his dorm.
You were unfortunately curious enough to go poke your head into the mirrors leading to the dorms to see what they've got and use it as inspiration, but then this greasy-ass bitch sadly spotted you and literally hounded you to go in.
You would've socked him in the face for a second time but it turns out that he's a pretty important figure in this school.
You don't really wanna get in trouble for doing that.
(You may be able to do it to Crowley but you don't know if this attempted-bangle-thief has influential parents or something.. Crowley meanwhile, acts pretty parent-less for you.)
You are keeping an eye on him though.
If he tries any bullshit then he's getting his ass kicked.
Social hierarchy be damned.
You didn't rein in 10 demons, 3 angels, The greatest sorcerer in all of humanity and The literal fuckin grim reaper, (who're all constantly dragging you onto bullshit as either an accomplice or the baby-sitter) just for some dude in an Emo-friendly-cut-my-life-into-pieces college to best you.
• • • •
Jade did a double-take.
"..."
He blinked.
Azul is sending him SOS signals by blinking morse code at him.
Jade rubbed his eyes for a few seconds.
"..."
Nope, still the same.
Azul: *Blinking for help intensifies*
...Pft–
He bit his lip to stop his laughter from escaping.
Who would've thought that he'll see a day where his precious housewarden is having his face passive-aggresively squished and kneaded by a new student? And also, probably getting himself threatened based on the eerie smile on the students' face.
Azul should be grateful that floyd isn't here, lest he'll have two people on his hands that are more than happy to squish him around. He should be grateful there isn't anyone else around, really.. Lest the reputation he took so long to build crumbles.
Oh he can just imagine it at the top of his head.. The poor octo-mer will probably combust from embarrassment and maybe even go find himself an octo-pot that he can shimmy himself into.. oh how he misses those days...
(Elae: I'm just imagining baby Azul shimmying into a lil pot.. Ugh, so adorable I'm getting cute aggression.)
He does eventually step in to stop the student from treating Azul's face like a squishy piece of dough He took a couple of pictures ofc. he ain't an amateur, but not before almost getting his own face fall victim to the new students' hands.
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"You try this shit again and see what happens." You smiled at him as you squished his face.
He's still holding onto your wrists but he seems to have given up from escaping your passive-aggresive face massage. Instead, he seems to have settled in blinking so fast he can almost fly with his eyelashes.
This bitch really had the audacity to try and get you to sell your jewelry to him in exchange for a room in his frankly unimpressive dorm. (You have more than a dozen rich and powerful simps. A dorm in a college ain't gonna be enough to impress you anymore.)
"— I know that you must not have any money to pay but maybe we can compromise, it's gonna be hard for you and your friend (Yuu) to keep staying in the infirmary after all.."
"We can manage—"
"And my benevolence will not allow me to let some poor unfortunate souls be without accommodations... So what if, for a week of stay each, you give me your jewelry in retur—"
You got so pissed at the audacity that you almost strangled him but changed your tactic into a hateful squeezing the last second. (You can't be reported for physically violent behavior rn.)
He speaks as if the entirety of this college and its dorms can actually be worth even a single piece of the ring in your left hand.
But seriously? 15,000 madols (that's the price Azul told you) for one night of stay?? If you're gonna be paying that much money for a single room, then that room better solve all your problems, fulfill your greatest ambitions and then suck your imaginary dick afterwards.
Your annoyed musings were cut off when a hand tries to remove your grip from Azul's face.
You absent-mindedly reach your other hand, trying to deliver another kneading to a new victim.
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Azul covers his face with his hand, embarrassed of how the situation played out.
It doesn't help that Floyd is cackling like a deranged maniac at him right now.
Thank goodness they're in his office.
"Can you stOp?!"
Poor bbg was so embarrassed his voice cracked :<
Hmph.
Jokes on you, even if he got embarrassed today he still got closer to your jewelry.
And now, he can 100% confirm that those ornaments aren't just for decorations.
The strong magic from your rings that were pressed against his face confirmed it.
Those things are definitely custom-made magical artifacts of the highest caliber.
Now.. How to get them...
• • • • •
You stopped walking, feeling someone's gaze on you.
Looking around discreetly, you didn't see anyone but you can still feel the eyes on your form.
Yeah no.
You continue on, ignoring the feeling of being watched, but not going to dark places or spots where you'll be all alone.
Time to check in on Yuu and their unwilling gang of window cleaners.
See if they're done already.
The sun is starting to go down, after all.
• • • • •
Mc... We're going to come find you.
Don't worry..
Please stay safe..
Please don't forget that we love you more than anything else in existence..
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untitledmemes · 10 months ago
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Hazbin Hotel Prompts
Part IV An assortment of prompts taken from the series Hazbin Hotel on Amazon Prime. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.
“ Where is miss fearless leader anyway? ”
“ Isn't it about time for another 'doomed to fail' plan? ”
“ Oh, you look an absolute mess. ”
“ I have enough on my mind without hearing your sadistic idea of a joke, asshole. ”
“ How can I face them after failing them all so hard? ”
“ I never expected to see such a miserable display of self loathing from you. ”
“ I don't know how you can enjoy all this suffering so much. ”
“ Just because you see a smile, don't think you know what's going on underneath. ”
“ I know something you don't know. ”
“ Then... Let's make a deal. ”
“ What's a favor between friends? ”
“ I didn't even know that was possible. ”
“ They say insane shit all the time. How was I supposed to know this one was true? ”
“ There's a friend of mine I think you should meet. ”
“ Oh, my, stars. Do my eyes deceive me? ”
“ I know you're an ace in the hole. ”
“ Oh, always such a charmer. ”
“ Wow. When you ask a favor, you don't start small, do you? ”
“ I like your moxie, girl. ”
“ We can talk about it inside or I can yell about it out here. ”
“ Clearly I am not the helpless one here. ”
“ Why wouldn't you use what you know to fight?. ”
“ It's not rocket science. ”
“ You fight like someone unafraid of harm, and this is what you'll take advantage of. ”
“ How has no one else figured this out? ”
“ You need a different type of motivation or there's no way that you can handle this. ”
“ We're going to need more weapons. ”
“ What do you do when someone you love lies to you about who they are? ”
“ Romance? My specialty. ”
“ It can be difficult to admit to things you're not proud of, especially if those things hurt the ones you love. ”
“ She's flawed. But, hey, who down here isn't? ”
“ Words are cheap. Actions, they speak the truth. ”
“ Have you ever wanted something that was so clear in your mind that you could taste it? ”
“ That's a little violent, can we tone it down? ”
“ I concur, stick with her, you'll be on the winning side. ”
“ I really hope that I'm ready for this. ”
“ I ain't finding no new drinking buddies. ”
“ Teamwork makes the dreamwork. ”
“ What in the hell are you supposed to be? ”
“ Look, I can't resist a fight, okay? ”
“ Here's to being alive today and not dying tomorrow. ”
“ I guess you have changed. ”
“ You are... Have always been a worthy opponent. ”
“ Destroy that ass! ”
“ Let the slaughter begin. ”
“ Trying to focus, sweetie. ”
“ I am so hard right now. ”
“ You should know better than anyone what a soul can accomplish when they take charge of their own fate. ”
“ I'm going to wipe that shit eating grin off your face. ”
“ This is better than sex! ”
“ Get somewhere safe. ”
“ You did good, buddy. ”
“ Look who thinks they're badass now. ”
“ You always were weak. ”
“ Ready to die rather than accepting mercy? No. Live. ”
“ Gotta say, you really let yourself go, buddy. ”
“ Don't forget, you're in my house, bitch! ”
“ How's mercy taste, you little bitch? ”
“ Take your little friends and go home! Please. ”
“ Come on, little lady, why the frown? ”
“ You can't quit now. Hell, you owe it. ”
“ Sorry to disappoint this is not where this ends. ”
“ Once I figure out how to unclip my wings, guess who will be pulling all the string. ”
“ Your deal is done, and I'm in charge now. ”
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sinner-sunflower · 9 months ago
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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 5/?
PART 1 , PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22
Shirtless Luci omo
Leviathan in my head is the green and gray guy from that one picture Luci has in his workshop. The one that looks kinda like an inverted him.
I wanna say that Zestial's dialogue was put thru chatgpt cos English is not even my first language, ain't no way in hell I'm doin that manually kalsjdlka
This took me too long to write. I miss writing Belphegor's dialogues.
Likes, Reblogs, And especially Comments are soooooo appreciated &lt;3 <3
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Lucifer's show and tell earned him looks varying from worry to disgust.
Lucifer: This is done by something ancient, as old as God himself. It was the reason for the First Heavenly War.
Asmodeus: Wait, Lucifer. Are you telling me this is Roo?!
Mammon: Bloody hell, didn't we seal that bitch for good?
Leviathan: Luci, are you sure?
Lucifer merely looks back to Belphegor.
Belphegor: Very. Although we casted a very powerful seal, her energy sometimes leaks out. Nothing major.
Beelzebub: What makes this different?
Belphegor: I.. do not have an answer to that as of now. We can attempt to cast a seal again but the power of the Sins will not be enough. We need every bit of high power Hell has.
Lucifer: I wouldn't have called you all here otherwise.
Zestial raises their hand to interject.
Zestial: Prithee, pardon, my liege. But who be this Roo thou dost mention?
Lucifer: The Root of All Evil. Don't know how it came to be in the first place. In the war, it got weakened enough for God to banish it to a dark pit that is now Hell. But after I gave humanity the fruit of knowledge... it regained power. The Sins and I barely managed to weaken it again to seal it below Sloth. We were incapacitated for a long time.
He catches his daughter's eyes.
Lucifer: It took each of us close to a century to recover.
Carmila: If I may, your majesty- us overlords cannot afford to lose our power- especially for as long as you said.
Zestial: Carmila speaketh true. Thou art the loftiest powers of hell, sin incarnate. And his majesty hath the blood of angels. If it hath drained thee so deeply, envision its effect upon a mere mortal soul.
A certain TV overlord let out indignant laugh.
Vox: Are you serious? You think we'll let ourselves lose power for this shit show?
Paimon: You would think before you badmouth your king, sinner!
Lucifer moves to sit on the table, propping up a leg to rest his elbow on. He didn't bother to button his shirt back on- these demons can use the reminder.
Lucifer: You can do whatever you want. I gave you free will, didn't I?But, do remember- death reaps from the bottom first. You are free to go as you please.
The Vees stand up first, muttering curses under their breaths.
Valentino: Ugh! I knew we shouldn't have come. A waste of fuckin-
The moth overlord was cut off by his own screams the moment he passed through the door.
At the same time, Angel Dust doubled over, hand clutching his throat as he coughed violently.
Husk and the others went closer in concern, willing Angel to breath slow while also asking him what's wrong.
Valentino stops screaming as he is held by Vox and Velvette. The Goetia's look on in curiosity while the other sinners all stood up in surprise.
Angel, still holding his throat, gasps.
Angel: No way.
Husk: Angel?? Are you okay?!
Angel let out a single chuckle that slowly turned into maniacal laughter.
Husk: Kid, you're scarin' me.
Angel: I'm free.
Husk: What?
Angel: I'm fuckin' free!
Angel continues to laugh some more while the sinner put two and two together.
Valentino: What the fuck did you do?!
The overlord shouted a the king.
Lucifer: Oh right! So that's what I forgot.
The Sins began to snicker behind their King as Valentino become even angrier. The rest of the overlords who were planning to leave as well are now rooted in place.
Velvette: You can't just do that! You said we could leave! The fuck happened to free will?!
Lucifer: And why not? You all can leave and not help. I won't stop you. But I am gonna be taking all the soul contracts you have. A small price to pay for staying in the safety of your own home while we risk our lives, no?
The lights of the hotel began to flicker as the aura around Lucifer and the Sins darken, 7 pairs of glowing menacing eyes and smiles show.
The entire room freezes, petrified at the horrifying image they are seeing in front of them.
Lucifer: Or did you forget?
The Devil grins.
Lucifer: You're in my house, bitch.
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Might not update over the weekend. Most likely Monday again!
What to look forward for in Part 5:
Satan: Even with all of us, you know it won't be enough. Unless.. Can you even find her?
Lucifer: I don't know.
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jayviouswooley · 9 months ago
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blindtaleteller · 1 year ago
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MCU Asgard Canon Observation Research [Part 1]
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Firstly and before I even start in on the subject, keep in mind that this is what it says: a collection of research into actual Canon Lore from the Marvel Cinematic Universe: not the comics, or the Nordic lore twice removed from it.
Secondly and alongside that, also keep in mind that even back at the start of the MCU as a long term project, while the MCU is based on the Marvel comics universe: the creators made a point of making it a completely different universe: for many varying reasons, including the spaces lacking continuity in the comics over the years that the MCU as a project wanted to pursue from it's first conception.
This is a large part of why there are phases and why they were numbered from it's creation. (And yes also why my tags recently mentioning counting phases are what they are elsewhere, but that's a whole other post.. or set of them.)
These are important to remember because, I would like to avoid previous iterations of people wasting their time trying to insert comics-universe lore and more excessively into or onto this requested post purely for the sake of, well; being argumentative or just trolling:as much as possible. I do try to take some time to respond to comments and reblogs as much as possible, but I can and will ignore or yes, at times point out people unable to manage these things.. and respond as necessary.
I normally wouldn't bother to mention this except yes, that has happened before so: consider this your disclaimer.. I ain't dealin' with you if you're gonna be a trolly shit disrespectful enough of the time effort and willingness to share what research and observations I have, by shitting on it or me in your pursuit of whatever flimsy excuses might be given for any inhuman reactions posted passive aggressive or worse.
More frankly: be respectful on my posts or get lost. I don't tolerate harassment on my blog whether it's aimed at me or others. Passive aggressive or otherwise. I'll discuss stuff, am happy to have any valid references I might miss added to and pointed out. Just don't be an asshat about it, and you'll get the same from me. That's how basic-bitch Karma, and I; both work: you'll get what you give along those lines, while in my space.
The necessary now out of the way... Next!
More as a side note with that mentioned; while I may mention some meta/theory in the form of the most probable (as that's how my meta in particular is formed) it is again: based on the facts of the canon lore and contexts confirmed presented in it; visually, in dialogue, and out of the mouths of the very people who made all that themselves, at the time that lore was given to us on screen: and will be mentioned as the theory and supposition that is 'meta' rather than 'canon'. I have gone out of my way as a fan of world, universe, and character building as a part of the creative process in particular: to watch, rewatch, rewatch again and again, and hunt down all this stuff (often lol purely out of my own curiosity.) All in all Meta is theory, Canon is story/film-established fact; and I do try to keep a clear line between the two of them. The early world and character building in the MCU has always been interesting enough to me alone, to do all that with my free time.
And that's especially true with Asgard in particular, as a main story driving force in one form or another as far back as 2010 when both Thor and CA: tFA's scripts were being filmed and their sets/settings picked out and created.
Final few bits before we get into it..? As Asgard lore (and even a lack of it's presence at times) is directly and appropriately attached and or in relation to the lore of several races, species, and massive events in the entirety of the MCU's first three phases.. I will be touching some of those cultures and places too, where important. Probably not in this particular part, but yeah. It's gonna happen.
As with the research post into Loki and his year of absence prior to Avengers 2012: (yes that's a link to an ask that contains a good chunk of info and years of interviews on that particular subject) this might not be an entirely complete compilation: for the same reasons. As I said, i didn't just watch, I rewatched repeatedly from differing personal mental angles: not just three or four times, but and as I wrote my own fanfiction.. I would also re-watch once or twice just prior to fleshing out an outlined story of my own to refresh my memory, seek out interviews official and otherwise from the creators and actors who made that lore and put it on screen for us to enjoy as part of the stories we enjoyed (or not, depending lol) and well.. the resulting organization of the whole outside of this post is less than comprehensive for anyone else. You can see the explanation for how that happens in the foreword of that thread if you're curious.
As a result, I may or may not exclude the actual interviews if this gets too long. Much of the visual in this first part especially are pretty self explanatory, as I did find some of my dissection pics too.
All said (I think? Gods I hope so that was a lot wasn't it? XD) and as suggested/requested recently in discord?
This one is gonna be expansive.. and hellaciously so: so grab your drinks and your snacks and still be prepared for this series of posts to be going for while (not kidding, may be compiling this properly between jobs for weeks) so yeah..
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Here we go again!
The major forgotten fact of Asgard's depiction in the MCU is this:
We the audience are only shown a very tiny fragment of Asgard as another separate planet in space, and: they do show us we're missing as much, from the very first film.
That gif directly from the movie I used at the top? I'm using it again, because...
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..look at that.
With topography, perspective and size in mind.
That tiny golden triangle in the middle is the Palace at the center. The little golden bar along that tiny portion to either side? Is the city attached to it proper, with the Bifrost, and as far as we've seen the 'Heroes Road' (as soem are calling it) and city walls cupping the Bifrost Bay directly facing the camera.
This is a space shot (of course,) and that tiny itty bitty moving spec that is still shrinking as it gets further from our perspective and closer to Asgard at the bottom, is the Bifrost in use.
And, they do give us a few views of that as early as five to six minutes into the first movie in 2011, as seen in the first clip below. I've set it to share at the first view of Asgard itself.
Hopefully that works. If not, the timestamp you're looking for is 2:04.
I recommend shutting off the audio, as it's a bit distracting. Trust me, we will get back to the very interesting audio from a world builder's perspective, when we get to the History and Relations section of Asgard's break down.. there are several tons, of that and in that opener alone, to examine later.
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IMPORTANT!! When looking at any of these images or videos, keep in mind and look at the scale. Not just in the scene on screen at that moment, but also in reference to previous shots. Distance is a thing. The size of trees and people are a thing. This place in the MCU is much more massive than where it's very cloistered story parts take place.
This is not a city-planet like and for comparison: Coruscant, from Star Wars... though I am very aware that some people will throw out Asgard's concept art to try and 'debunk' that (yes its' been done and proven pointless in other threads).. that does also bring us to another couple of facts that slip by in their context.
In fact, you know what? I'll throw it in here right now myself:
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This concept art: does still apply, if slightly adjusted with the topography and likely under ground portions taken into account.. because Asgard is the name of both the planet AND the city as separate entities of the same locale.
In other words, the concept art is VERY valid as a map of the city itself: but not the outlying locations outside of Asgard as a Capital City Proper, of Asgard as a disk planet.
And again.. they do show us this, and not just in the first film: although that first shot going into the city says as much too, being that..
A. Asgard is established as a society greatly more advanced than Earth and most others, and;
B. there are whole swaths of land (and especially mountain they like to build into) without structure between the edge panned through and the City itself. (see still image below: not the best quality but it's also in the video.)
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Which.. we'll touch again a little more in a bit (and probably the biggest lol) part of this breakdown set; digging at History, Culture, and Relations.. as the fact they do prefer to build INTO their environment much more than on top of it is also shown in the shot of the canyons and canals on which not only that city is built, but even what buildings are shown outside of it on that panning-in shot.
We can see in the one above though: that while they did redirect some of the water through canals in the lower shot; they also kept and built into the natural(?*) lay of the river canyons below.
This theme is kept even before we get into the city though with the first part of the shot above the water.
Want a more visual view of the breakdowns as I do them?
Here you go, here's one example from out of my crazy folders and docs, that I made in paint back in 2013 (LOL yes I know. XD) while once again re-watching that same scene.
I would highly suggest clicking on it, as tumblr does downsize images making text on them hard to read otherwise. Crappy in-motion quality screen cap but, it was made more for breaking down the visual elements on screen for what it told us about the land, and more; on it.
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----[?*] As a set of side/foot notes to that last bit and the image..
A. the top left corner yes: does reference some of where I use certain observations of canon in my own fics; and how they would have grown or evolved depending on that story. In this case, and at the time: the pink text is making note to utilize those observations in outlining Hvedrungr (Loki from Uni 0) and Flykra's (Loki from Vesti1 Uni 14) universes in particular: both of which return to Asgard at VERY different times and in different situations: while the history and culture I've been able to glean and expand on in some cases is still part of their and the location's background. As I don't have the patience to remove the text from an old paint shop cut.. I thought I would at least explain it's presence left there. These things are, ultimately connected by the culture that originated on and created them on that planet after all.. and why there's an entire section dedicated to the varied aspects of Asgard's presented Cultural, Relations, and History lore. B. The '?' at the 'natural' mention in parenthesis above, also takes into account that Asgard is much older than Earth's culture and has to be: if only because as only three generations have come and gone over the passage of what to us is five thousand years! (see the next installment Thor the Dark World: Bor and Darkalfheim, or just watch the movie with info gathering in mind.) In other words, between Bor's War, and Odin's Asgardian Great Wars: we cannot be certain whether or not 1. those canyons are actually natural or the now aged result of one of many previous interplanetary wars, or 2. whether Asgard at this stage of it's showing timed at 2011 more than a millennia later, has even always been this size, given their advancement in technology and study of magic as presented OR left in question, either. For my part, as there's no conclusive dialogue from that era to state otherwise in the MCU or it's interviews that I know of, and knowing the context of Malekith and Darkalfheim's familiarity with Asgard itself during their raid to reclaim the infinity stone: I tend to veer towards a mixture of the two. While it's very likely at least some of the canyons are indeed natural; the great age of the culture and planet both, along with the nature of Bor and Odin's rules alone as we've seen them: leaves a HUGE and LONG period of time and opportunities for some of those nasty fights to come directly to them... or even their predecessors. Which would also explain why they had that shield for the palace too. You don't build and more importantly upkeep something like that without a very good set of reasons or examples experienced, to do so after all. Much of that is meta though, however based on canon fact it may be: and as many of the creators were not asked publicly during that era, and have been dismissed or moved on to other projects since.. it's hard to know if we'll ever see a *genuine* answer from the people who actually made it all starting sixteen years ago.
Anyway, let's look at a few more shots of Asgard with that breakdown going. Some of these are all old, from as far back as about ten years ago when I first started writing outlines for the varied universes in my Lokiverse Project: but they do still hold up. theer are some from TDW in this bunch too. I heavily dissected these scenes knowing I was going to do whole chapters in multiple differing universes, and wanted to have the presented layout and feel laid out in my head, before I started adding in locations on the planet not yet shown on film. And given my first Book was already going to be DREAMS.. where Asgard has been blown to bits post Endgame? I really wanted to get it right so I could deconstruct it as many times as I and the muses wanted to. Laufeyson (Universe 10 Loki) was pretty insistent too with the opening chapters on his end focusing partially on that chase with Abell through Asgard's blown apart ruin
Sorry for the ramble of an explanation, but that's how it is and how it works over here...? XD
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..uhmmmm. Yeah lol! When I said I watch and re-watch from differing mental perspectives..? That's what I mean. I don't usually share those at all... only the unedited pics. Genrally I will take caps or take existing raw caps and pick out piece that catch my eye. I've been told they do help put your brain in the right mode for those who have difficulty processing them in that way, like I do when in that mode. Also yes, trees and fish ...bruh. lol!
It's there, has been for years in some cases; and I'm not messing with it now.
That basic bit out of the way (doesn't sound so basic does it.) Let's backtrack a bit, specifically to Asgard's shape and the placement of it's location and the locations on it.
As I first write this, I don't have the talks I had with a few wild meteorologists and geologists back then directly on hand (as this is a part I still don't focus on too much; but:) shaped as it is, those I did talk to theorized that between the shape and placement of planets as well as the nebula they're partially inside, that Asgard may be shaped and in rotation as it is because of its' placement in it's system: or because of late interference by Asgard's inhabitants to keep it stable.
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^ That one scene in particular from Thor 2011 really made my eyes pop. Not because of what's going on in it so much as trying to answer the whys and hows and what the actual fricks man: because..
Can you imagine, the conversation: trying to pitch that spinning death ball to the King there OR anywhere else on the planet before Bor or even his great grandfather?
Or, trying to talk the royalty down from the idea of putting it anywhere NEAR the palace, or other people's homes?
How about testing that house sized death-by-velocity-alone gilded mess? (Yes I still laugh thinking about that. Some poor scholar/engineer type trying to dissuade Bor's grand-daddy from building what would definitely become a giant pinball of death in the canyons and canals, if that thing ever came off it's anchors even once in the city. Good gods! lol!) Who knows; maybe that was when people started moving to Vanaheim... XD! Just (mostly) kidding.
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Cray-cray thoughts of high velocity gilded pinball hell that was probably somewhere way back in the Bifrost's likely development and evolution as tech/normie science boosted by magic, and or vice versa, aside:
You probably notice I've mentioned the nebulae and the planets in their rotation more than once. And with good reason.
Backing up a bit; Asgard is interesting well before you hit her shores.
Not only is she a top-shaped disk-planet: but with the way the sky is shown: Asgard has a very interesting rotation if she has any left at all. There's very little we know, but what we do know is she is not alone in her systematic rotation either way.
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(Asgard's sky from Thor's personal Hall in Thor: the Dark World)
In fact and as seen in the screen caps above: Asgard has an incredibly close relation to at least three planets in her nebulous solar system. At least one of which is absolutely massive: massive enough that it's close proximity is theorized as being pretty likely to be the only way Asgard experiences night cycles as seen in Thor: the Dark World... mainly through eclipsing the nebulous sun by passing between it and Asgard as a planet.
Which is both cool -and- scary when you take things like degrading orbits, space debris and projectiles like comets and other space science into account.. but also very, very interesting.
It also begs the question either way: why didn't Asgard at their earlier establishment of a greater technological level, colonize or move to those planets sooner? Of course.. the first obvious answer is.. they probably couldn't, at first. And even more probably were past trying by the time the Bifrost was built, prior to Bor's time (I say prior because we have seen Bor use it in Thor the Dark World: and on a massive scale moving whole armies, the same as his son Odin. See some of the scenes from Bor's seizure of the Aether below.)
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But yeah, Asgard is a pretty unique place even before you get to the water fall's edge: or questioning what kind of condensed mass it has to retain gravity at it's very small size.
Or, whether that gravity and the shape is in fact generated in some form or another after millennia upon millennia of just the Wars we do know about in their history.
(At current we know about Darkalfheim and the series of Wars including Jotunheim and Muspelheim that they call the Great Wars. While they are definitely aware of the extensive millennia of intergalactic war between the Xandarian based Nova Corps and the Kree Empire put front and center in GotG.. there hasn't been any actual confirmation as to whether Asgardians fought in that war on either side: only that they are at that stage at least loosely allied with Asgard.. if not a more separated protectorate being considered among the nine realms in the MCU.)
Why do I keep pointing out trees, and perspective; or teh size of the city in that first little gif again?
Because.. that is our repeated visual evidence of just how much of Asgard as a planet; the story did not take place in.. huge parts of the place we haven't seen. And that makes sense.
Power plants or generators, smithys, and even schools can be easily placed in the city proper, at this stage.
But what about BEFORE, they got to this stage.. because that is a thing in the MCU in regards to Asgard: and a major plot point for three movies of script running, from 2010 all the way to 2015 when Taika Waititi was hired (unfortunately, for those of us who know the root of what happened there.)
What about food, for thousands of 5000 year lifespans and their kids. And their grandkids. And.. the food for the livestock, or the wild game
Or the bilgesnipes and dragons--well we can guess what happened to the dragons of Asgard in particular actually. If they were anything like Muspelheim's; and on a planet that size..? It doesn't take much to figure out Odin, Bor and their predecessors probably couldn't excuse not hunting a predator big enough to swallow people to extinction: not for much longer than they absolutely had to anyway.
What about fibers and leather for clothes.
How about waste management, for both the city and suburban areas? Sewers? Water filtration? Factories or slaughterhouses to process it all, and the means to support those things. Everything man made, is grown, processed or made somewhere.
We know they have these things, because we know they have and make their own alcohol (fermentation of grains, fruits, and more); as well as other things to eat: displayed in both T1 and TDW.
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(The top image is from Thor's table flip scene in Thor 2011; while the one below it is from the tavern scene in the beginning of Thor: the Dark World.)
Meat, vegetables, fruit, grain, herbs, and seasonings are all represented on the tables above. While some might be imported (I really do wonder about the platters of golden apples myself:) it's not very likely all of them are. And it wouldn't make sense for them to have been imported from off world throughout their species development either. After all and again: they would have had to have survived and developed enough to GET TO, that stage in the first place.
You're also looking at Varnish in the shine of that table; smithing and metal working and ceramics in their table ware. Weaving either plant or animal fibers in their clothes, as well as the likely production of tannin (or it's equivalent) and leather working in every leather piece on screen. Candles can be made from varied sources, whether that's actual wax of some form, or condensed animal fat.
Oh, and if you find the enlarged version of those images: you'll also notice things like fine engraving and metal sculpture to the goblets and platters on the Thor 2011 table in particular.
Either way, the images above show us directly that unsurprisingly, they have come to understand whole other sub-levels of production: before you even get to the high-tech and magic ends of any of that to be able to reproduce it in that modern era.
As another side note related to that: the booze alone is pretty telling as to how far off the "Loki" series is on this mark, as well. Creators of current content 'conveniently forgot' that this is supposed to be a space faring, technologically advanced society (even if they're the social equivalent of medieval imperialist thugs .. lol sorry not sorry! That's literally how they're depicted... and honestly that really weird twist IS some of Asgard's most interesting and strange development) whose friends, allies and other examples of places visited DO and HAVE included Earth, Xandar, and six other 'realms' as their etymology names them: for literal millennia. Even taking the other, long established cultural influences and visitations aside? For a society who 5000 years ago was still porting whole armies to other planets to kick peoples asses? The idea they never discovered honey; or sugar especially even on the inside of a fermentation barrel for wine; OR how to process it into something like candy? Is more than just a -little- dumb in the stretch. Sugar often naturally starts to separate and crystallize during the fermentation process. Ask a vintner, or look it up if you don't believe me. Just sayin'.. just on Earth alone, we know sweets were discovered more than 8000 years ago. Eight thousand. And the only reason we haven't been able to confirm people older than that finding things like bee's hives?? Is because well.. that kind of thing rarely survives even that length of time at all, to be found in archeology in order to tell us more. I'll touch that and how it's pretty damned near impossible that 'Loki doesn't know wtf candy is' being 1k+ years himself, and a guy raised as an Asgardian prince & spymaster to boot later into the culture section I think, but mmm.. that whole bit still reeks of stupid, to me And more so after their own DB Cooper scene. Gonna say candy wasn't a snack in that era either? Cause if so; I got big shocking news, for those who think so... XD
In closing.. for this part?
As far as the world of Asgard goes, we have only been allowed to see a very small part of it: and even then? It is still undoubtedly massively larger than even what's implied: and definitely capable of supporting it's comparatively small base population of less than 10k people.
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(Odin's subterranean vault reference: exterior)
The only reason we don't see even more of it; is the fact that films have a limited time to give you everything, and the story focuses on the royal family from the get go. And they live, in the heart of Asgard's capital city... so we largely don't see as much of that as weirdo world building fans like me would absolutely love to see in the process... and frankly; they gave plenty enough to start us off with.
The films would have suffered for having too much more of that, rather than the stories they were trying to tell.
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The same.. I would love to know more: and I do wish the current teams paid the previous ones more respect by using what was already there and expanding on it: instead of making mismatched new things up, as they went.
The early creative teams really knew what they were doing back then.
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(Asgard's defensive cannons defending against the Darkalfheim air raid in Thor the Dark World.)
And no, this isn't all they showed us, in the show and tell they did manage to give us over the course of years of work... far from it.
Hope you enjoyed part one! Maybe you learned or saw something you missed.. or have been inspired to watch the older films again..?
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I know I often am.
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blubushie · 1 year ago
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90% of your sniperposting posts are of the ship speeding bullet, or Sniper x Scout. Any thoughts on that you would like to share to the public, sir? (Sorry if youre not accepting asks rn :p)
Yeah gimme that microphone. Bet you didn't expect "Blu analyses shipping" when you sent this ask in, didja? ;]
I, Blubushie, hereby declare:
Tbh I just reblog all the Sniper art I see what tickles my brain. Most of that happens to be Speeding Bullet art, which makes sense since Speeding Bullet is a very very popular ship and art isn't often done of Sniper by himself. He's usually on somebody's arm, whether it's Scout or Spy or Demo. I'm there for Sniper, not for the shipping.
Awkward moment to mention that I don't really ship anyone in canon except for Soldier and Zhanna, who are canonically engaged. And that's more of a "Whelp, they're engaged, so reckon that's legit then." There's no one that I go feral over, but I've never really been involved in shipping in fandoms even as a teen when I was much more into fandoms. It's never caught my attention.
For me shipping usually verges into headcanon territory and I try to stay as true to canon as possible because of my love for source material. I'm a lore bloke. I like scanning for shit in the media to see where people get these ideas from, especially crackships for the shits and gigs, but at the end of the day I'm still a lore bloke, and also an author, and there's something a mite uncomfortable to me about what happens once stories leave your own mind and enter into the minds of others. In a "if this was the creator's intention they would've shown it more clearly" kind of way. I know most people are aware their ships will likely never be legitimised in media--that's a good thing, that awareness--but the reason why people cram two canon characters together and decide they're A Thing in their own minds is largely a mystery to me, because I've never really done it.
I think Scout and Sniper would make a good pair, with Scout keeping Sniper busy enough that he's satisfied and also doing much of the talking for him so that he won't have to, but Scout also doesn't know when to shut the fuck up and some quiet is necessary for sniping. You can't have outside distractions and Scout, largely, is one massive distraction. They're great as a friendship, I can see them as a romantic pairing, but they'd be absolutely terrible for working together unless Scout learns to shut up sometimes when people need him to.
Anyway, I'm more inclined to enjoy Sniper/Scout than I am Sniper/Spy or even Sniper/Medic or Sniper/Demo, and these are the largest Sniper ships in the fandom. But shipping has never really been my thing. Even with my fic, the focus isn't necessarily on Jesse and Mundy's romantic relationship (though that defo plays a massive part), but rather it's about Mundy's own quest for redemption and forgiveness in his own eyes after he's already been redeemed in the eyes of the person he's wronged. She's forgiven him, but he hasn't forgiven himself.
Ain't that hell, ay?
Anyway, that got off on a massive tangent. All this is to say that no, I don't really have any thoughts to share on why I reblog so much Speeding Bullet. I'm there for Sniper. It just happens that the best art I see and the level of skill that usually tickles my brain and makes me want to reblog is art of that particular ship.
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blkkizzat · 1 year ago
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ꨄ︎『blkkizzat Rules & Info』ꨄ︎
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Rules/BYF:
This is an 18+ blog. You know if your ass should be on here or not.  If you interact with me you are acknowledging you are legally old enough to be reading this content where ever you are. That said I ain't nobody mammy, babysitter or 12 so I'm not gonna hunt you down or check every blog for blank, ageless, etc. That said, if I find out for whatever reason you are underage, I will block you. 
I'm sorry if I am slow to update. I'm busy with full-time corporate job, grad school, friends and I also have ADHD.
I’m a black girl so I write from a black girl perspective but with no descriptors so all can enjoy unless it’s black reader specified. I will say n!gga, etc here so if that makes you uncomfortable this isn’t the blog for you.
Please do not steal my graphics/headers/dividers. I made them myself in photoshop (credit for code of layout is on the desktop layout). If you have a question please ask me and I will help you but I can only help if you have Photoshop or CapCut as those are the programs I use.
Please do not repost, copy, translate, or reupload any of my writing. If you are inspired and would like to write your own version feel free to do so just tag/credit me so I can read it too!
I don’t mind if you recco me on other platforms and post a summary/review but no reading off story content please.
Reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!
BLOCKIANA if: rude, kink shaming, homophobic, transphobic, racists, fatphobic, post too much furry shit, etc or anti-Nicki Minaj which atp is anti-black, imo. You could also just in engage in too much discourse (complaining about notes, bad mouthing other blogs, bad takes in general, etc) or tw commentary like suicide, depression, etc. which I also try to avoid (for my own mental health) so it’s really nothing personal if you were blocked. I truly have no fucks to give for weakass tumblr drama (im on stan twt so i get enough there) so not trying to start any over protecting my peace.
I don’t answer questions on why someone got blocked. I have before and it never ends well, people get offended and start subposting/crashing out, its all so juvenile just respect people's choice.
No Flex/Drama Zone. This blog is a IRL mental break for me. I am not neutral on politics. I DO have opinions however I don’t talk about politics, world issues, discourse, etc. on THIS blog so please don’t send me asks about it. That said, mental health issues don't count im here if you are struggling but please send as a msg not ask! But it’s so unserious for me to talk about wanting to toot up and suck off [anime!character] from the back and then the next post is about starving kids or who America is deciding to fuck over today, this isn’t the place for that. I also spent my whole career thus far working in mass media surrounded by world issues daily (i work for a well known media company now). Not to mention my grandpa is a pastor and my family runs a non-profit rehab center focused on low-income/homeless. Plus actual volunteer work.(working through my grad school on a consulting project for a trade union helping women in India). I just say this to say you cannot guilt or bully me into posting about anything here. My IRL outreach and impact extends much further then a post or reblog.
This doesn’t not include discourse around stealing if someone else has been stealing others or my works please let me know.
I do block certain tags and people for my own peace of mind/to avoid discourse.
This blog is my outlet and I’m here ONLY to write unhinged smut about my thirsts for 2D men and be horny on the timeline, we will fr be besties if you are down for the same.  ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧
My requests are always open but I am slow to finish them.
What’s a GO:
SMUT. Pretty much anything is a GO: unprotected, group sex, swinging, cheating, preg, bratty/sub/dom, omgeaverse, ovulation/menstrual, roughplay, age gap, age up, dubcon/noncon, recreational drugs, milfs/dilfs, kidnapping, incest, etc. let me know your kinks and I will try to do them justice.
Some fluff. I'm probably not going to write it unless its requested though lol.
Maybe a lil angst every now and again but me feeling emo just makes me want to write porn so... *kanye shrug*
What’s a DUB:
I only won't do overly gross or violent things so NO scat, STDs, mutilation, body horror, violent noncon, body/weight shaming (includes eating disorders), furry (hybrid is OK), etc. I reserve the full right to deny any request or modify it if it contains one of those things OR something I forgot to include but I find myself uncomfortable with. 
I tag my works #✎ᝰ𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉¢σσкѕ  & #✎ᝰ𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉¢σσкє∂тнαт
Masterlist: ♋︎
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neoyi-backstreetback · 1 month ago
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by any chance did u still have your specter art? may or may not be making a mural of diff artist's specters
I have saved pretty much most of my Specter Knight art in my PC and hard drive. I've considered putting some of my older art here and I might someday, but I haven't due to, admittedly, mild paranoia.
Due to the nature of tumblr reblogs, terminated accounts will still have their original post out in the wild via other people reblogging it and I admit, I'm low key anxious someone will think and accuse me of reuploading my own artwork because they had no idea I had to make a backup account due to accidental termination of my main. I'm also panicky tumblr will notice and assume I'm uploading artwork (that is literally mine) because those pieces still exist out if you look hard enough.
I'm aware the chances of either of this happening is stupid rare, but I'm not really taking any chances right now.
Best I can do is point you to my other social medias that might have something you want.
🦋My bsky: https://bsky.app/profile/goodshipskypirate.bsky.social ⭐My twitter: https://x.com/NeoYi
You'll have to do some heavy scrolling (sorry) since I've been drawing SK fanart consistently since 2017, but it's the best I can give ya. My twitter account is your best bet since before the hell bird site went to shit, I posted a ton of SK fanart there. Also, I'm sorry you have to consider wading through fucking twitter.
You can also try my itch.io which hosts a bunch of SK fancomics I've done over the years, free to download (er, except the Adult One, that one you gotta pay for): 🎨 https://goodshipskypirate.itch.io/
Apologies, but even if I wanted to reupload ALL my artwork, that is... a monumental task as my old tumblr was something I had since 2012. And I've literally hundreds of SK fanart that I've drawn for nearly eight years, so uh, it ain't happening anytime soon.
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months ago
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The Lonely Souls Club 3
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as stalking, loneliness, noncon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found.
Characters: Bucky Barnes
Note: he back.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)
I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖
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Bucky sits on the bench, head hanging as his knees splay wide, the thick soles of his boots planted on the metal floor. The jet whirs loudly as it cuts through the air.
Sam lets out another unceremonious belch and covers his mouth as he clutches his stomach. He shakes it off as the other man curls his fingers before slowly unfurling them, watching the deliberate movements as if hypnotised.
"How in the hell do you get air sick?" Bucky snorts.
"The wings are... nicer," Sam shrugs, "whatever, I just had some bad street meat."
"I told you not to go to that place."
"Yeah well, some of us like to enjoy ourselves," Sam retorts. "What's gotten into you anyway? You're crustier than usual."
Bucky grumbles but doesn't say anything. He's impatient for this thing to be over. It wasn't enough to land in Luxembourg and Berlin, now they gotta head over to Prague. This wasn't in the briefing.
"Seriously, dude, I know brooding is your whole thing but you need to lighten up. Shit's getting dark," Sam reprimands.
"I'm not brooding," Bucky sits up, rolling his shoulders.
"Sure," the scoff is thick and dismissive. Sam is quiet as he checks the bulky watch on his wrist; it's really more than that, it's his command center. "Wait, what about that girl?"
"What girl?" Bucky's heart throbs as the tendon in his neck pulses.
"The one you were asking advice about. Is that it? You blew it, didn't you?" Sam snickers, "Buck, dames ain't what they used ta be," the old-timey accent has Bucky's fist closing again.
"Shut up," he snarls, "it's not a girl."
A cluck as Sam sits back and smirks, "sure, dude, I totally believe you."
"Stop."
"At least tell me what you did wrong? You know, girls don't like going to the woods with strange men, I said that before."
"Sam."
"James," Sam taunts.
"Don't," a vibranium finger comes within inches of the grinning lips, "I told you... enough." Bucky sits back and retracts his hand, crossing his arms as he grits his teeth, "I didn't blow it."
"Not yet," he partner and only friend chirps, "we'll see."
Bucky sighs and looks away. His stomach pits as he tries to hide his anxiety. He's barely been able to check in with Sam in his face and all this running around. It's been almost a week and it's killing him to be so far away. What if something happens and he's not there? He'd never forgive himself and neither could she.
"Hey," Sam taps him with his knuckles lightly, "I'm teasing. Really, I didn't mean to upset you."
"I'm not upset," Bucky protests, "I'm tired as fuck. Just wanna get this done with."
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The birds nesting above your front window wake you up. The sun slats in brightly between the curtains as you roll over with effort, setting your hips straight with a grunt. You brace your pelvis as you try to stretch out what can't be stretched out. You whimper and bend your legs, one at a time, and raise your arms above your head. You don't want to get up but it's shopping day and you want to beat the rush.
It takes a while for you to get ready for the day. You don't go very far, just to the shop down the block. Their selection is limited but so is your budget.
You get your purse and strap it across your torso. As you near the door, you falter, a pang nearly sending you to your knees. You grasp the door frame and whine, taking the weight off your left leg. You're starting to think you might need to talk to the doctor about that cane. You didn't want to give in that easily but being stubborn isn't making it any better.
You lean on the wall and pull the door inward, unlocking the outer iron grate and pushing through. As you do, something clatters behind you, drawing a gaspy squeak from your lips. You turn to look down at the object as your keys dangle from your grip. You focus on locking both doors first.
You turn and stare down at the thing... you're not quite sure what it is at first. You strain as you bend to pick it up and rest it against the brick. It's some sort of shopping bag.
The handle extends up as it connects to four wheels. You unfold the metal cage lined with patterned fabric and let it stand on its own. You touch the handle, wrapped with some sort of protective rubber. How did it get there?
As you examine the misplaced cart, you see a small ribbon around the handle, dangling just inside the corner of the basket. You tug it up and find a tag on it. There, written by hand, is your name, and a short message.
'To make things a bit easier.'
You blink. Who would do this? You can only think your neighbours might have donated it but you never really talked to them. The mother was always too busy yelling at her children and her husband never said a word. There's nothing on the back, no sign-off, no name...
You wonder if you should accept it. It feels strange. You already live off of a government stipend, you shouldn't be taking handouts from strangers. Still, it's very helpful.
Your hip aches again, and you shudder. You turn the cart and grasp the handle, testing the stability. You don't know if you can make it back with your usual hot, as meagre as it may be. You're talking yourself into this, but it doesn't take much. Whoever left it, you'll have to thank them somehow.
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Bucky
He watches her examine the cart. She's skeptical as she unfolds it and hesitates to do more than that. Is it too much? He thought it was such a good idea when he saw it at the store, and it's not very much at all, is it?
He lets out his breath as she twists the cart around and gives it a small nudge. She rolls it cautiously towards the alley and he puts the phone away. He waits across the street as she emerges from the alley and veers in the opposite direction. He doesn't move right away. She'll be on alert now. Little steps, not all at once.
He follows her, staying on the other side of the street, slinking like a cat as he watches her lean on the cart so that she nearly tips it. She rights herself and continues on, taking the next corner. Her gait is slow and uneven but he's patient. It means he gets to spend more time with her.
She hits the button for the automatic door and enters the small grocer. He waits five minutes before he trails in after her. He takes a basket, trying to blend in as he strolls through the bread section. It's desolate as only staff members scatter through the aisles, stocking shelves in their down time.
He grabs a loaf of rye; he'd wanted grilled cheese the other day but he was all out of bread. And cheese for that matter. He held off shopping so that they could go together.
He finds her by the canned soups. There's a four-for-three special. Given the quality, it's not a very good sale. She shouldn't be eating that acidic garbage. One day, he'll make sure, she doesn't have to. He just needs to wait.
He stays at the far end of the aisle as she picks four flavours. He peeks down at the labels; ham and pea, minestrone, Italian wedding, and classic chicken noodle. Noted.
She carries on but he lingers, fighting himself. He just wants to watch her every move, he wants to be right there beside her, going down a list as they plan their days together. 'Don't worry, doll, I'll cook tonight.'
He shakes off the fantasy and steps out of the aisle, only for something to rattle into him. He catches the basket of the rolling cart and his mouth falls open as he faces her. He didn't expect her to come back this way. Oh god.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she utters squeakily, "I didn't see you--"
"No, it's... okay," he's almost breathless as he pulls his gloved grip from the cart, "I wasn't looking."
He sidesteps her, heart racing, and quickly strides past her. He can hear her own pulse running wild. She doesn't move right away and he worries. The cart hit him hard, had it hurt her?
She rolls on and stops at the endcap, browsing the boxes of instant oats on sale. She searches and looks up, reaching for the cheaper options. A small bag which could last two weeks with a bit of rationing. She slips flat back on her soles and catches herself on the shelf. She can't reach.
He looks down and rubs his neck. He shouldn't but he has too. He crosses to her and reaches for the bag she wants. He takes it and offers it to her. She sputters out a mousy thanks. Her fingers brush his as she accepts it.
"No problem," he mutters and backs away, almost as if scalded.
He feels her looking at him, just for a moment, then she continues on to the discounted stack of tuna cans. His blood is like fire, boiling inside of him as he curses the damned gloves. He wish he could've felt her touch for real.
He has to get out of there. He rushes up to the cashier and puts his basket on the belt. He doesn't even care about it all. He just knows if he stays, he won't be able to keep his cool. He pays without thinking as the clerk packs his things in a paper bag. The crinkle makes him flinch as he picks it up. It's too noisy for him to follow her.
So he won't. He'll wait for her at her place. Just to make sure she gets back safe.
💔
When she comes down the alley, he's there, watching. The cart rattles announcing her approach and he holds his breath until she's in sight. She's limping worse than before, using the metal frame as support.
She struggles with her keys, jingling them loudly as he aims them at the slot on the iron grate. As she pulls it open, she loses her grip and it clangs violently. She's hurting, he can tell.
She tries again, this time getting between the doors to unlock the next. She turns to drag the cart inside. The inner door is left ajar as the iron one falls shut behind her.
There's a lull and he pulls out his phone to see what she's doing. She rolls the cart to the kitchen and shuffles around in a drawer. She pauses to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand. Is she crying?
She takes out a small paper pad and a pen. She scratches the nib until ink comes out then writes across it. He's confused.
She finishes and tears away the top page. She turns to hobble through the house and comes back outside. She passes through the iron door and peers around. She grips the ragged brick and bends, placing the folded paper where he'd left the cart.
She retreats inside, the door slamming louder than before. The inside door locks and he sees her on his phone screen collapse against the other side. His chest rents as he longs to burst in and scoop her up.
He can't. She's not ready. He heard it in her heartbeat. Like him, she's been alone so long, that the idea of change is scary. No, he needs to make her see that he can help her. He can take care of her.
He'll wait until he's sure she's not listening. Then he'll go see what she wrote.
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crowwuzi · 11 months ago
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TW : Do not read if sensitive to violence!
Part 4 is going to be MUCH shorter than the previous writes, due to lack of motivation and how Alice rarely appears.
This will start when the breakout already happened!
The Experiment Massacre
Pt: 4/???
The Experiment Massacre:
Alice's Pov:
The alarms blare, loud and ferocious booms.
My ears ring.
"Oh shit...shit...shit..."
I say frantically
"Where is it...where is it..."
I run around, hoping to find the nursery soon enough...before they get there.
"Them bloodthirsty monsters won't be able to hold back too long..."
The fear sets in, when I hear the cries of children...panic...fear...death. . .
I see the door to the nursery, wide open, with a long tail sticking out...it swishes...so happily...
Soon enough, a couple armed humans come running by and shoot at whoever it was, it pounced them...tearing them to shreads.
I make a run for it...toward the nursery...I look around...everything's in shambles...all cribs knocked over...everyone...gone...
"Awh fuck..."
I see the name of my own child...crib knocked over...and nowhere to be seen...
I fall down to my knees...and sob.
My own child...gone...?
Gone.
I failed.
"No...this can't be...happening..."
I cry, and beg for him to come back...even though, I know he ain't...
Suddenly...a baby Mp.3 plays...the most commonly installed sound effect...for a child...?
"Hello?"
I look around and follow the sound...only to find a small baby with blue eyes...all alone...on the floor.
"Oh my robo-jesus...who left you here, little one?"
I say in a caring tone...
I look around for a little and look back at it
"My name is Alice...and yours is?"
I look around again, and find a name tag
"Beau...what a nice name..."
I stare at Beau for awhile, observing his little details...for once...everything seemed so quiet...and at peace...
A loud bang occurs...its coming from the door...huge dents appear on it...
"Beau...I promise I'll keep you safe...no matter what..."
I said in a terrified tone.
[End of Alice's pov]
Author's note: Finally! All of the "intro" are done! From now on, it will be second person pov and usually merge all 4!
PT: 4/???
Like and reblog please
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minerwarfare-suzuya · 1 year ago
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Addressing One Thing About The Fanbase
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I feel like this isn't talked about enough and it's one of many reasons why I've even made this blog and why I'm in the works of making my Mobox87 rant video, "Filling up the gaps" as to go into further details on topics that previous Mobox87 rant videos don't fully dive into discussing. Such as the topic of talking about Mobox87's fandom which is going to be a 4 part segment in my future video but it might be a 5 part considering the issue I wanna talk about.
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Now during the time I have been away from this blog. I've been busy in the works of remaking the FNAF Affinity AU on my new blog that has steadily grown. I did come across a drawing request sent into my dm's that is just repulsive for a ship between Brandy and Alfred which I did call out.
I should mention that back then Mobox87 used to do art requests in her QandA and OC ships were one of her popular demands.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm fine with drawing characters being shipped together since I did accept a request to draw Renata x William in my ask/submission box.
So I'm completely fine with ship requests but don't expect me to do them all the time since I won't deny that there's some I'm not a fan of, such as Brandy x Alfred cause there wasn't any development between them for me to like it nor do I see any kind of romance between Alfred and Brandy ever happening in my remake of the story especially since the original story had changed and tossed that idea away.
But still
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What the actual fuck-
My brother in Christ you is a pedophile for asking to make that shit for free
I get that I have said in my FNAF Affinity Remake, Brandy Afton will be getting a different story by being a surviving character and we'll see her as an adult.
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Either way, despite that happening. There have been other weirdos tryna creep up on the idea of making Brandy drawn in certain gestures I don't find appropriate especially since they don't age her up from her original age or there is just flat out child porn of Brandy.
Bon-25 and 3dfq23 have shown to have an interest in the character Brandy which if ya go look...
It ain't that pretty looking. It's just vile considering that these two accounts went to comment, reblog and like a post from an account called grandmobox87foodhorse that reposted literal child porn of Brandy which that user has confirmed to be 20 years old.
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Ironically enough, this obsession with Brandy wouldn't be the first time I've seen Mobox87's own fans going crazy over in a sexual manner.
Considering Arion the kid was one of these fans who'd prey on users on Amino for having the character set on their profile.
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Now what could be the reason why these fans of Mobox87 are obsessed with such a character in such a sexual manner?
Well that's because Mobox87 made NSFW at a young age during the peak of her career online and has exposed her minor audience to all of her explicit art work without a warning and advertised her Tumblr where she got away with it.
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Quote from my document.
"Exposing minors to adult content at an early age can often trigger a lot of desires which can become far worse as they grow older. Such as addiction, aggression and encouraging early intercourse."
Honestly this is just out right gross behavior from her own fan base that have grown to be adults or teens near adulthood and not know what the age of consent is or just prey on users against their own will.
Either way, I've blocked these accounts cause I don't want any association with them plus I've made it clear on my blog that the content I'm making is meant for a mature audience so that it isn't targeted to minors or anyone underage but considering it's the internet. I don't have control of who follows and I can't expect to block everyone or anyone all the time if I were to get more attention on the second blog.
Anyways, that's all I wanted to talk about. I will be going off again about this shit if I come across any weird shit.
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translucent-at-best · 7 months ago
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Scatter-brained...
I can't find the post about the greatest movie deaths to reblog it, but I just want y'all to know that topping my list is Queenie the dog's death in Crooklyn. Also included is Sonny from The Godfather and Samuel L. Jackson's character in Deep Blue Sea.
Life been life-ing like a motherfucker lately. And while some of it is just happening to me through no fault of my own, there is some of it that's also just me dealing with the consequences of my actions. I'm trying to focus on the things I can control, but it's easier said than done.
Death been death-ing like crazy too. From family to friends to friends who are family... This shit don't make no sense.
I'm 33 now. I haven't had a birthday party since I was 9, but I'm planning a birthday brunch for myself next weekend and I'm excited for it. And grateful that I have people to invite and who I know will show up for me. I'm really out here with chosen family. I came out here knowing no one. I might sound like a broken record at this point, but I'll never stop thanking God for that.
Had to kick my roommate's boyfriend out of the apartment a few weeks ago. I'm still shaken up over it. She told me he's not welcome back until I say he is and I told her I don't know if I'll ever be comfortable with that again (read: I absolutely won't be). She says she understands and that that's a consequence he'll just have to live with... but I'm very aware that although she's saying that now, she may not be so understanding on a May 15th or a July 20th or... you get it. I hope I'm wrong, but if she's shown me anything thus far, it's that I can't always believe what she says.
This same boyfriend showed up unannounced at my place last Sunday night to "apologize." We talked through the call box and that was only long enough for me to say (and repeat several times) that I'm not in a place to accept an apology right now. He kept trying to convince me to talk, asking for "a minute of your time" and saying that he's really a good guy.
First off, anyone who calls themselves a "good" person, I'm wary of. I feel like that's the type of thing other people should tell me about you or that I should clearly be able to see for myself through your actions. Secondly, your solution to getting kicked out of some place is to show up to that place unannounced and try to force the person who wanted you out to accept your apology on your time and terms? Fuck all the way out of here. Thirdly, the lack of self awareness it takes to say you understand why what you did (not listening to us when we told you to leave) was wrong, but then to refuse to listen and leave AGAIN as you try to apologize is mind-boggling. Every time I think about it, I end up even more pissed.
I've been closing all my fitness circles nearly every day this month and I'm really proud of me for that. I even went and worked out on my birthday. Who is she?
The economy is a mess, the current job market is big trash, and the non-profit org I work for has fallen on hard times and informed us that there will be layoffs at the end of this school year. I'm applying and have been applying, but finding the energy to keep doing so is draining in a way I don't think I've experienced before.
And, on top of all that, my sleep schedule has been terrible. I thought it was just a side effect of my period this month, but that thing been gone for a minute and I'm still struggling.
April 13th (the day I promised myself I'd get back on a dating app) came and went. I downloaded an app. I created a profile. I consulted friends about which pictures to post and choose... but them fucking prompts? I know I'm supposed to show off my personality, sell myself, etc. I just ain't got the energy right now...
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invsiblestrings · 2 years ago
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under the cut, you'll find [104] sentence starters from taylor swift's midnights (3 a.m. edition) album. please like/reblog if you find this helpful!
"my flight was awful, thanks for asking."
"i'm unglued, thanks to you."
"you wanting me tonight feels impossible."
"can this be a real thing? can it?"
"and by the way, i'm going out tonight."
"my flight was awful, thanks for asking."
"i'm unglued, thanks to you."
"you wanting me tonight feels impossible."
"can this be a real thing? can it?"
"and by the way, i'm going out tonight."
"i polish up real nice."
"i miss you, but i miss sparkling."
"some guy said my aura's moonstone just 'cause he was high."
"you can try to change my mind, but you might have to wait in line."
"if it feels like a trap, you're already in one."
"never take advice from someone who's falling apart."
"you don't have to answer just 'cause they asked you."
"you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking."
"did it matter if you got to wash your hands?"
"now that i know, i wish you'd left me wondering."
"if you never saved me from boredom, i could've gone as i was."
"you made me feel important, and then you tried to erase us."
"i regret you all the time."
"i can't let this go, i fight with you in my sleep."
"you did some bad things, but i'm the worst of them."
"i don't start shit, but i can tell you how it ends."
"she needed cold, hard proof so i gave her some."
"don't get sad. get even."
"what if i told you none of it was accidental?"
"if you fail to plan, you plan to fail."
"the first night that you saw me, i knew i wanted your body."
"no one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so i've been scheming like a criminal ever since."
"this is the first time i've felt the need to confess."
"i'm only cryptic and machiavellian 'cause i care."
"you knew the entire time."
"turns out it was that guy you hooked up with ages ago."
"i'm so in love that i might stop breathing."
"romance is not dead if you keep it just yours."
"i wanna brainwash you into loving me forever."
"it only hurts this much right now."
"i'll be getting over you my whole life."
"you know how scared i am of elevators."
"oh no, i'm falling in love again."
"you would break your back to make me break a smile."
"you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back."
"how'd we end up on the floor anyway?"
"how the hell did we lose sight of us again?"
"ain't that the way shit always ends?"
"i feel you no matter what."
"i wake with your memory over me. that's a real fucking legacy."
"meet me at midnight."
"i've been under scrutiny. you handle it beautifully."
"i'm damned if i do give a damn what people say."
"all they keep asking me is if i'm gonna be your bride."
"they're bringing up my history, but you aren't even listening."
"i didn't know you were keeping count."
"you said i was freeloading."
"i bent the truth too far tonight."
"do you really wanna know where i was april 29th?"
"good money i'd pay if you'd just know me."
"seemed like the right thing at the time."
"you know there are many different ways that you can kill the one you love. the slowest way is never loving them enough."
"do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?"
"i have this thing where i get older but just never wiser."
"i should not be left to my own devices."
"one day i'll watch as you're leaving 'cause you got tired of my scheming."
"i'm the problem. it's me."
"it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti hero."
"i find myself running home to your sweet nothings."
"on the way home, i wrote a poem."
"this happens all the time."
"everyone's up to something."
"to you i can admit, that i'm just too soft for all of it."
"he stayed the same. all of me changed."
"i broke his heart 'cause he was nice."
"sometimes we all get just what we wanted."
"i never think of him except on midnights like this."
"he's gonna notice me. it's okay, we're the best of friends."
"i hear it in your voice. you're smoking with your boys."
"i touch my phone as if it's your face."
"i search the party of better bodies just to learn that you never cared."
"you're on your own kid. you always have been."
"i have my blood, sweat and tears for this."
"my friends from home don't know what to say."
"everything you lose is a step you take."
"you've got no reason to be afraid."
"sucker punching walls, cursed you as i sleep-talked."
"my hand was the one you reached for."
"i vowed not to cry anymore."
"maybe it's the pat that's talking, screaming from the crypt - telling my to punish you for things you never did."
"that was the night i nearly lost you. i really thought i lost you."
"there's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair. and we will never go back."
"i vowed i would always be yours."
"you're talking shit for the hell of it."
"ask me what i learned from all those tears."
"every single thing i touch becomes sick with sadness."
"you were more than just a short time." 
"i've got a lot to pine about about. i've got a lot to live without."
"i'm never gonna meet what could've been, what should've been you."
"did some force take you because i didn't pray?"
"i'll say words i don't believe."
"by the way, i just may like some explanations."
"did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?"
"can i ask you a question?"
"did you leave her house in the middle of the night?"
"do you wish you'd put up more of a fight?"
"do you wish you could still touch her?"
"does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?"
"what's that that i heard? that you're still with her?"
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demon-glittter · 2 years ago
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I posted 39,298 times in 2022
That's 5,720 more posts than 2021!
59 posts created (0%)
39,239 posts reblogged (100%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@lesbianralzarek
@thebiggerpicture23
@bogpaws
@vosquitransitis
@androfemmealien
I tagged 1,764 of my posts in 2022
#ok - 24 posts
#yo wtf - 23 posts
#more forbidden candy - 22 posts
#dean winchester - 12 posts
#ahhhhhhhhhhhh - 11 posts
#yes - 11 posts
#hmmm - 10 posts
#not to be gay on main - 10 posts
#well then - 10 posts
#holy shit - 9 posts
Longest Tag: 124 characters
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My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I went crazy with the baby filter on Snapchat and look at this cuteness
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#4
tagged by the lovely @thorlokis thank you! <3
Favourite Piece of Clothing You Own?
Hmmm. There's a hoodie that I really love, it's a generic version of Chanyeol's Total Fucking Darkness hoodie. It's soooo warm and comfy.
Your Comfort Food?
Potato soup on rice.
Favourite Time of Year?
Early spring or fall. When it's not too hot or too cold. I don't like extremes.
Favourite Song?
It varies depending on my mood and what day it is. lol Right now? I can't get enough of Cage The Elephant's Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.
Do You Collect Something?
Not really.
Favourite Drink?
I guess coffee? I drink it the most. Well, I do like hibiscus tea. So I guess that.
Favourite Fanfiction?
Suck It And See by alostautumn2k16 which is no longer on AO3. I managed to save the fic before it was taken down but omg I wish it was still available. I miss it.
Then there's a lot of others that I really adore.
came the last night by UnnieBee is a really good one, it's a Kr!syeol ghost fic with just the right dash of asexuality in it.
I tag @yeoldreamin @bogpaws @ohsenhun @thebiggerpicture23 @vosquitransitis @dreamyfreak @mochg26 @cxsmicmyeon @yehetdude @zap-of-gay-jock-love @penguinstuxedo @heartcravings @jongupseyeliner @micuko @boom-kaka-laka and anyone else that wants to participate. All the welcome~
7 notes - Posted March 11, 2022
#3
It really is just me and my 15 cups of coffee against the world
7 notes - Posted January 24, 2022
#2
tagged by @anakincitoo (thank you!!! 💖💖💖)
Rules: Make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.
d - Don't Go - EXO
e - Echo - Trapt
m - Misery Business - Paramore
o - Oasis - EXO
n - Night Moves - Bob Seger
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g - Girl With One Eye - Florence and The Machine
l - Like Real People Do - Hozier
i - Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin
t - Thunderstruck - AC/DC
t - The Show Must Go On - Queen
t - The Parting Glass - The High Kings
e - Ego - BIGBANG
r - Ready, Steady, Go! - L'Arc~En~Ciel
I tagged @yeoldreamin, @catboycrimsonrain, @heartcravings, @cxsmicmyeon, @dreamyfreak, @midnightblue32-ao3-asianfic, @abunnycotton, @star-slutt, @kafkascupcakecake, @zackisontumblr, @dreamy-eames-jeans137, @m-ercurian
and everyone else that wants to partake! :D Thank you again @anakincito!!
9 notes - Posted November 7, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
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