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[demigirlvioletshine]

[thankskenpenders]

The Knuckles show

The announcement of a live action Knuckles streaming miniseries was surprising, to say the least. I mean, what would such a show even be about in a version of the Sonic universe with no Angel Island and barely any characters from the games around? Is he gonna go treasure hunting with the gang from Montana or something? Would a streaming miniseries have the CGI budget to squeeze in any new game characters, even briefly? Rouge? Amy? At least one member of Team Chaotix? Anyone?

Now the show is finally out, and it turns out what they actually made was a comedy show about bumbling deputy sheriff Wade Whipple, the minor comic relief character played by Adam Pally who you might not even remember all that well from the first two movies, with Knuckles as his sidekick. While, yes, Knuckles does get a decent amount of screentime and opportunities to punch bad guys and do cool moves from the games, large stretches of this show focus on Wade's personal life, to the point that a couple times I almost forgot I was watching a Sonic-related show. If you're judging it purely by the metric of how well it adapts and engages with its source material, this surely must be one of the worst adaptations the Sonic franchise has ever seen.

So then, despite some huge complaints... why do I kinda like it?

(This will contain full spoilers for the Knuckles show.)

A brief summary of what the show is actually about because I know half of you aren't going to watch it

The show picks up not too long after the end of the second movie. Knuckles is now living in Montana with Sonic, Tails, and the Wachowskis out of a sense of debt to them, though he doesn't really see it as his home. He doesn't feel like he belongs on Earth, and his life currently lacks direction. After communing with the ghost of Pachacamac, though, Knuckles is instructed to keep his culture alive by teaching "the ways of the echidna warrior" to a new apprentice: deputy sheriff Wade Whipple, who's currently more concerned about winning a bowling tournament in Reno than anything else.

Things are complicated by the interference of two rogue GUN agents - Agent Willoughby, played by Ellie Taylor in a bad wig, and Agent Mason, played by Kid Cudi. (Yes, the artist behind the second movie's credits song is one of the bad guys in this.) They want to steal Knuckles' power and sell it to a former associate of Robotnik's played by Rory McCann (The Hound from Game of Thrones), who now works as a black market arms dealer. Yes, they're still doing the thing where Sonic and friends' quills radiate some kind of super-energy that the bad guys all want. No, I don't particularly love this element of the Paramount Sonic continuity. Anyway, they go after Knuckles and Wade, complicating their straightforward road trip to Reno. Antics ensue.

The Wade show

So here's the thing. While the first episode focuses largely on Knuckles, the entire rest of the show is very much the story of Wade, and by extension the other original human characters invented for this miniseries.

Episode 2 is about Wade having to rescue Knuckles from captivity after the GUN agents get him. Knuckles spends most of the episode in a cage.

Episode 3 is about introducing Wade's Jewish family, including his slightly overbearing mother and weird sister, so that Knuckles can learn about their family traditions and have Shabbat dinner with them (and then save them from bounty hunters that the GUN agents hired).

Episode 4 only features Knuckles at the very beginning and very end of the episode, probably for less than a minute total. Wade is captured by a bounty hunter he personally knows, and Knuckles decides to let that be a trial for Wade to overcome on his own.

The last two episodes feature the climactic showdowns with the GUN agents and their arms-dealing ally, who comes in with a mech for the obligatory final boss fight. You'd think this would be Knuckles' time to shine, but really, these episodes are mostly about the bowling tournament in Reno where Wade encounters his estranged father, wrapping up his own personal arc. While Knuckles does get some fights, a lot of the finale is spent on lengthy bowling scenes where Knuckles isn't in the room or even mentioned. It frequently feels more like a spiritual successor to '00s sports comedy movies like Dodgeball, Talladega Nights, or Blades of Glory than it does a part of the Sonic franchise, and the presence of ESPN 8: The Ocho commentary in the finale only drives those Dodgeball comparisons home. They get so immersed in the bowling stuff that it's genuinely hilarious when the show suddenly pivots and remembers "oh shit we still need to do the final boss fight"

Throughout all this, Wade is the protagonist. He's the character we spend more time with, he's the character who drives most of the major events, he's the character who gets more of an arc. The emotional core is Wade's journey. Knuckles is still present - sometimes, at least - but he's there as Wade's wingman, and also just as the excuse for there to be some fight scenes.

How much Sonic stuff is actually in this show?

Honestly? Not much.

Sonic and Tails are only in the first episode. Sonic gets some good scenes, but Tails gets a grand total of five lines. I counted. Unsurprisingly, Jim Carrey is absent as Robotnik, though he does get mentioned a fair bit. (For that matter, basically the entire established human cast beyond Wade is absent, even including Tom, though Maddie is there in episode one.)

GUN is involved in the story, which helps it feel slightly more connected to Sonic, but it kind of feels like it's GUN in name only. They don't use any recognizable GUN tech, and they don't call in the military. It's just two agents in suits. They might as well be the Men in Black.

The Master Emerald is mentioned as something Knuckles has to guard, but it's never seen. Angel Island is pictured as a drawing during the show's intro, appearing exactly how it does in Sonic 3, but it's never referenced at all beyond that.

I guess the climax taking place in and around a Reno casino is a reference to Sonic's many casino-themed levels. That's something. I'll give them that.

Oh, and if you're wondering if this is the point where we finally start to get actual music from the games: no, it's not. The soundtrack consists of a lot of '80s needle drops, many of which are generic Hollywood picks like "Holding Out for a Hero" for the billionth time, thought it at least has some slightly less obvious picks than the Mario movie. The theme song is '80s rock song "The Warrior" by Scandal. You'll hear it many times. You'll hear the Adventure era Knuckles raps zero times in this. You'll briefly hear classic A Tribe Called Quest song "Can I Kick It?" before Knuckles takes the question too literally and breaks the radio in Wade's car.

Beyond a handful of surface level references for nerds (one of which is admittedly wild - we'll get to that), this is probably the least an officially licensed adaptation of Sonic the Hedgehog has ever tried to actually engage with its source material. I struggle to think of another Sonic adaptation that has less to do with Sonic. For as much shit as I and countless others have given Penders for seemingly ignoring the content of the games in favor of building his own convoluted mythos, his Knuckles comics honestly included way more elements from the games than this show does.

Somehow, the one new(-ish) Sonic character introduced in this is the ghost of Pachacamac of all characters. Not even Tikal! Pachacamac! A very minor character nobody has particularly strong feelings about! You can't even use the excuse that they already had the character model, because they completely redesigned him compared to his cameo in the first movie to better match his Sonic Adventure design. And he's voiced by Christopher Lloyd! Honestly, so many of his lines are strained that it sounds like he's on death's door here, but then he'll surprise you with a more casual line like "just do it, man" and it catches me so off guard that I can't help but laugh.

Pachacamac here has basically nothing to do with the game character he takes his name and appearance from. Where the game character was a cruel warlord who kicked off a 3000 year cycle of violence, Paramount Pachacamac is now just this chill old man who gives Knuckles (and later Wade) advice in two episodes of the show. Hell, he also feels completely disconnected from his established role in the movies, where he's literally the guy who shot Longclaw. The show will not grapple with this contradiction at all. He's just here to be a thing fans like me will recognize from the games. Again, if that's all they wanted, it's kind of baffling that they didn't just use Tikal.

I don't love Knuckles in this

But what about Knuckles himself? Well, he doesn't feel all that much like Knuckles to me. Ironically, he sometimes feels like one of the weaker elements in his own show.

Back when the second movie came out, I noted that Knuckles' characterization seemed to be pulling heavily from MCU Thor as a gallant warrior from an archaic alien culture who doesn't really understand modern day Earth stuff. That worked for me in that movie. It was just there for spice. Just a little extra flavor for the character in what was otherwise a very faithful adaptation of Knuckles' storyline in Sonic 3 & Knuckles. Without those familiar elements grounding him and with a much higher reliance on comedy, Idris Elba's Knuckles becomes a pretty one-note character in this.

In damn near every scene with Knuckles, he's going to say something about being a proud, honorable echidna warrior, or brag about his glorious feats of strength, or be confused about some Earth thing and call it sorcery, or act like every other character is also a member of some noble warrior clan. He still has his moments for sure, but this schtick kinda gets old fast, and it just doesn't feel like Knuckles to me. His entire character feels derived from the scene in the diner where Thor smashes the cup on the ground and goes "Another!" Sure, I can picture game Knuckles smashing a radio to turn it off and being a little too gung-ho about busting holes through walls. That's Knuckles behavior. But building a barbarian combat pit in the living room so the Wachowski family dog can fight the mailman? Nope. That's some other guy now. It really does just feel like them taking a broad character archetype from something popular that kinda sorta fits Knuckles and just running with that, rather than trying to actually adapt the character.

Oh, but don't worry, he wears the OVA hat for like two minutes! AND he loves grapes! See, Sonic nerds? We read the wiki! That's his favorite food! Grapes! This is gonna come up like five times!

Knuckles kind of gets an arc here, but not as much as Wade does. I think the stuff about him starting to feel at home on Earth thanks to Wade's mom and the way he connects with their Jewish family traditions is oddly sweet. This arc is kind of let down, though, by the fact that Knuckles' heritage is treated as a complete joke. He's a cartoonish pastiche of various historical warrior cultures stuck together in a blender and used mostly for comedic effect. When Pachacamac's ghost appears, he's reading a newspaper and bemoaning the fact that the Mets lost again. This is not the place for a serious examination of Knuckles' feelings on being the last of his kind.

This is far from the only time the show undercuts itself with its jokes and attempts at self-parody. In the first episode, for instance, Knuckles clashes with GUN Agent Mason and his tech-enhanced punches, leading to an extremely on-the-nose inversion of the "Do I look like I need your power?" scene showcased in the trailer for the second movie. Except this time, Agent Willoughby butts in and points out how stupid that line is in this new context, since they're literally trying to steal Knuckles' power. The fight can't just be cool, they have to get cute with it. A lot of stuff like that happens in this show.

Given all these complaints, the first two episodes left me thinking I'd be fairly negative on this show overall. This seemed like the version of the show from the fandom's collective nightmares, one that undoes all of the progress the movie series seemed to have been making towards faithfulness to the games. Like, just look at these cast posters. Is this what you want out of Sonic? Do these excite you?

But then, something strange happened. Over time, I just kind of let the jokes and shenanigans wash over me and basked in how fucking weird this show is.

And I started to actually enjoy it.

Look. The Wade & Knuckles Show was never going to be peak Sonic. But that sure as hell doesn't mean it can't be entertaining.

This show is so fucking goofy

Here's the thing.

The show is funny.

Unlike a lot of other people, I didn't hate all the wedding stuff in Hawaii in Sonic 2, because I thought a lot of it was funny, both in its actual jokes and in the ways in which they tied everything back to Sonic. Tom looking wistfully at some bodybuilders doing Top Gun shit and spraying each other with beer and being like "I wish Sonic had that" is weirdly funny. The twist that those muscle bros are all agents of the newly formed GUN, who orchestrated the wedding as an elaborate scheme to catch Sonic, is funny. Mr. Olive Garden becoming the fucking GUN Commander is VERY funny. Are any of these elements of my dream Sonic movie? No, of course not. But my dream Sonic movie was never gonna happen in live action.

The Knuckles show follows up on the comedy of the previous films by being probably the funniest live action Sonic release yet. Did every joke land for me? God no. There are some stinkers in there that made me roll my eyes. But enough of them landed that it worked out for me overall. A big part of this is the fact that they've got a good cast of actors and/or comedians here.

Adam Pally is funny as Wade, and I found myself liking him more and more as a character as the show went on. He becomes an oddly endearing loser, with some sweet moments in his personal arc that made me feel for the guy. I like Wade more than Tom now, thanks to this show. I will now be happier to see Wade in Sonic 3 than I would have been previously.

The supporting cast is frequently great, too, many of whom are playing completely cartoonish, over-the-top characters. They took a cue from how exaggerated Carrey's performance was as Robotnik and decided to just abandon all pretense that this is the real world. Stockard Channing as Wade's mom is funny, and carries some of the more sincere parts of the show. Cary Elwes as Wade's very British dad who abandoned him as a child to run off and be the world's most egotistical professional bowler is funny. Edi Patterson as Wade's sister Wanda is... well, she's kinda trying too hard, but she has her moments. The Mighty Boosh co-creator Julian Barratt(!!) as a scenery-chewing bounty hunter, who was also somehow Wade's former best friend and bowling partner, is VERY funny. I love this guy.

(Honestly, they should let more people who were on Garth Marenghi's Darkplace be in Sonic stuff. Where's Matt Berry)

This is kind of a stacked cast for a bunch of stupid side characters in a live action Knuckles show! And honestly, that just makes it funnier to me. Even when they're not funny, the fact that this exists makes it funny. They somehow convinced Paramount to give them a bunch of money to make a spiritual successor to Dodgeball about a schlubby guy who wants to beat his dad at a bowling tournament... except also Knuckles the fucking Echidna is there as his personal life coach. My life is richer for the fact that I can say that sentence. I think about all the little kids who are probably watching this show this weekend, going in expecting a show about Knuckles the Echidna and having to sit through extensive bowling scenes and lore about Wade's family, and sorry kids, but I just have to laugh. Wade isn't even on the poster! The poster is just a picture of Knuckles!! They punked those kids!!!

In a franchise where every single aspect is so carefully micromanaged these days, it feels truly special to get an adaptation this bonkers. It frequently appeals to the same part of me that enjoys the fact that there's an officially licensed Knuckles comic in which Charmy Bee's best friend (also a bee) dies of an accidental LSD overdose from a drug-laced chili dog. Or like, everything about the original 1993 Super Mario Bros. movie. Or the fact that they made seven direct-to-DVD sequels to Alpha and Omega, one of which is half a retread of the adventure from the first movie (with more annoying supporting characters in tow this time) and half a literal clip show of the first movie. The sheer absurdity of the fact that these things exist is charming to me. Except, with the Knuckles show, it has the added benefit of frequently being funny on purpose! This is why I'm not sure I'd call it "so bad it's good." Like, it's not amazing, but there were a lot of parts that I enjoyed in the exact way I was supposed to enjoy them.

Look. Here's a list of real lines of dialogue from the Sega-approved Knuckles the Echidna streaming show that they're billing as a pillar of the Paramount+ lineup, to drive this point home. Let these marinate for a minute:

"I only eat grapes, and Cool Ranch Doritos™."

"Annihilate this little girl, Wade. Crush her spirit. Humiliate her so badly her parents won't even look at her again." "Doesn't that seem like we're going a bit far?" "Not far enough."

"So is he Jewish?" "Half, I think."

"I had a friend who when he listened to Alien Ant Farm he could lift a Toyota Corolla over his head."

"I'm in dire financial straits. Due to my lawsuit against an unnamed rainforest-themed restaurant franchise, I don't have two pennies to my name."

"We're here in sunny Reno, Nevada, which is so close to Hell you can smell the sparks."

"You can't threaten me with your Jewish karate chops because I am a federal agent."

"I will say, regardless of how you feel about child abandonment - and I'm against it! - the deals at TJ Maxx can't be beat."

This is a Sonic show in which they got Paul Scheer and Rob Huebel to appear as ESPN 8: The Ocho commentators.

This is a show where Wade's mom insists upon pronouncing "Knuckles" with the throaty Hebrew "ch" sound, and declares that Knuckles is basically Jewish. Later, they watch Pretty Woman together while enjoying a nice slice of key lime pie. Knuckles comments: "I don't understand. This young streetwalker with a heart made of gold, why do the others treat her with such disdain? Is it so wrong to walk the streets?"

This is a show where the fourth episode is directed by one of the guys from The Lonely Island and features a hallucinatory low budget rock opera stage musical put on by the ghost of Pachacamac. It recounts Knuckles' life story, with Wade playing Knuckles and the "evil" Longclaw played by the bounty hunter guy who's played by the Mighty Boosh guy.

Look at this.

And also, Knuckles' singing voice is provided by Michael Bolton, which they proudly announce in the middle of the musical.

And also...

Also...???

IBLIS IS IN IT????????????

Yes, Iblis!

From Sonic '06!!

Knuckles is said to have looked for a mythical power called the "Flames of Disaster" to avenge his clan, which ended up being the power that was within him all along that lets him do fire punches yadda yadda yadda. As part of this, he apparently fought Iblis off-screen at some point, as conveyed with the giant singing papier-mâché Iblis in the musical.

...Then Iblis sings about hitting up Facebook Marketplace

How? How does any of this exist? Why reference '06 of all games? How did Iblis get into the live action Sonic movie universe before Amy and Metal Sonic? Why are they using Iblis and the term "Flames of Disaster" in such a goofy way that completely disregards their original context?

I don't know. I don't know how any of this happened. But I love it. We got a Knuckles miniseries in which Michael Bolton sings the phrase "the Flames of Disaster." The world is a beautiful place sometimes.

Some people will tell you to skip episode four. "Knuckles is barely even in it," they say. "It's dumb and pointless," they say. "They clearly just ran out of special effects budget," they say. These are people whose opinions you should disregard. The episode with the least Knuckles in it is somehow the most entertaining episode of the show. I would, in fact, go as far as to say that if you only decide to watch one episode of the Knuckles show to see what goofy bullshit they get up to, it should be this one.

I cannot be mad at this show. It's so dumb, but it completely owns the fact that it's a dumb and unnecessary spinoff. Inferiority is baked into its very DNA. It's very self-consciously redoing the premise of the first movie, but stupider. It's about The Other Cop from the movies, instead of the competent one. Instead of being into a "cooler" sport, his life revolves around professional bowling. Instead of going to Vegas, he goes to Reno. Even his tragic backstory that shaped his entire life sucks. He was abandoned by his pro bowler dad in a TJ Maxx. Not even a nicer department store. A fucking TJ Maxx. This whole show is a Dril tweet.

They put a ton of effort into making it dumb in an occasionally spectacular way. So much effort was put into that joke rock opera that fans will just write off as stupid filler. They put their whole pussies into it. This is not a poorly made show. This has better production values than half the shit made for Disney+. This was made with love. Maybe not as much love for the Sonic the Hedgehog series of video games as we'd like, but it's love nonetheless.

Maybe this show broke me and these are the ramblings of a madwoman. Maybe I'm just really nostalgic for the '90s and '00s comedy movies all the Wade stuff is modeled after. Maybe the Alan Wake fan in me just really loves it when a story pivots to a silly rock opera for no real reason. I won't discount any of these possibilities. This isn't high art. This isn't something I would recommend to anyone with zero interest in Sonic, and it also isn't going to sway Sonic fans who hate the Paramount universe. I really can't blame them for being bewildered by this show. But for a specific type of person, this is the absurd three-star Sonic-adjacent comedy miniseries of your dreams. It's a mid masterpiece.

Again, I just have to step back, realize the fact that this shouldn't exist, and smile. Sega's too afraid to do stupid bullshit with the franchise like this these days. And I can't blame them, after years of Sonic being a treated as a laughingstock. But part of me misses some of the goofy shit. No matter how much I tore some of the Archie comics apart as I was reading them for this blog, I just look back on stuff like Cal and Al or the Many Hands issues and laugh. And that same part of me looks at this show about Knuckles being the sidekick to this fucking guy, and just goes...

"We're so back."

In conclusion, I genuinely think this was a more enjoyable TV show than Sonic Prime.

I wouldn't go back and rewatch Sonic Prime anytime soon, aside from maybe, like, a couple of the Shadow-heavy episodes. Huge stretches of that show bored me to tears. The writers squandered all of that show's potential. But I would rewatch the Knuckles show, which takes a terrible premise and has a lot of fun with it, in a heartbeat. Even the bowling parts. The bowling scenes in the Knuckles show are more engaging than 70% of the fights in Sonic Prime. I am not trolling. I mean that sincerely, with all my heart. Don't @ me.

Stray observations

There is effectively zero meaningful setup for the third movie in this, unless Wade's family or the two GUN agents come back or something. Project Shadow is not mentioned in this. There is no secret post-credits scene with Gerald

The CGI in this is pretty good. Not quite on par with the movies, but pretty good. Sonic's weird forehead wrinkles are distracting in his scenes though. Please fix that

I wouldn't say I liked this as much as the second movie, which obviously gets a ton of points for, you know. The Cool Sonic Shit. But I had more fun with it than the first movie, which I still feel is a painfully generic family movie that was only saved by Tyson's redesign

"Grapes are an interesting choice for someone who doesn't use his individual fingers."

Agent Willoughby was apparently the one at GUN who had to buy the Olive Garden gift cards and set up the fake wedding. Her origin story is that she hated doing shit like that and wanted to go fight aliens

This miniseries contains another Keanu namedrop because Wade's childhood bedroom has a Speed poster on the wall. I swear, if Sonic doesn't say Shadow sounds just like Keanu...

Knuckles is familiar with Paul Blart Mall Cop

Near the end the ESPN 8: The Ocho commentators say that the 1974 Reno bowling championship was also interrupted by an extraterrestrial, and given that was exactly 50 years ago I can't write off the possibility that that was Shadow. Please for the love of god give us a sequel series after the third movie where Wade takes Shadow the Hedgehog bowling. I need this more than I need air

[ladyredmoon13]

DCXDP prompt

During a rouge attack(your choice) a local graveyard in Gotham was damaged. Afterward, some local corrupted businessmen decided that clearing out the land and moving the graves was a great idea.

Not soon after the "clean up" began a gray-skinned teen with flaming blue hair showed up, and boy was she angry. She began yelling, screaming at the people the workers for digging up her grave.

When she was only met with patronizing responses she used her guitar to destroy some of their equipment. She was only the beginning though. Soon a equally gray looking biker guy and his green girlfriend showed up and started chasing people off.

Even some angry blue guy showed up one morning yelling about how ' they would pay for braking open his box.' (Braking his casket) wasn’t till they accidentally damaged a statue of one of Gothams most famous wardens that it really hit the fan.

The Bats call in Justice League Dark for help with this issue and no matter what they were thinking was going to happen. No matter what hoops they thought they would have to go through to resolve this. They did not expect Constantine to call a fourteen year old for back up.

- So in canon Ember died in a house fire. I could totally see that happening as a result of a rouge attack.(Like Firefly or the Joker, maybe)

Johnny and Kitty died in a motorcycle accident. So maybe they were trying to out run the police? Run from people they had gambling debts with?

The Box Ghost was a warehouse accident. Probably as an example the Mob wanted to make to the warehouse owner after not wanting to pay for protection. Or perhaps he was a whistle-blower?

Walker died in a prison riot, and seeing how Gotham is the place to find violent criminals. Would it be that much of a stretch to say it was Gotham penitentiary? I think not.

[thatshadowcomic]

Relationship Dynamics/timeline

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This will appear in the comic, but it plays a part/context to his relationship. It's kinda spolier but not really, so skip is optional. This might change as the comic is created!

Pre Doom: Shadow x rouge failure

Rouge's positive influence on Shadow can't be understated, but Rouge digs too deep, even manipulating and attempting to use GUN methods on shadow to help him. This triggers the memory of Maria's shooting. This gruesome image creates confusion and the lack of certainty makes him suspicious of Rouge, given her job and connection to GUN. It was a GUN solider in his memory. It causes him to close off from her, and he becomes directionless. Shadow wonders aimlessly, in an attempt to find something familiar. Rouge, trying to maintain their connection, becomes more of an enabler than a partner, coddling him as he continues inward. Eventually they realize their dynamic is turning them into the worst part of themselves, and they return to being friends in an attempt to rebuild what was lost. Rouge offers shadow a place at GUN, maybe an agent under the Govt, or a bed at her new home. Shadow denies them, still unsure who to trust. This feeling is familiar and he longs for a connection, a purpose...

Doom: manipulation and self resolve

Click "Shadow's story" for shadow's canon lore Click "prologue" for my headcanon lore, post "shadow the hedgehog" (2006). Black Doom's return starts nov, 2005 and concludes march, 2006. The Toll takes place 1 year later, late feb 2007.

Post Doom: Fight with Sonic

Shadow joins GUN, much to Sonic's disappointment. He claims Shadow needs freedom and time to rediscover himself and should join team sonic. This ends in an argument, with Shadow deciding to be firm: "Are you joining because you want to, or because you think you have to? I just don't want you to be stuck under another hive mind's control and lose sight of yourself, because you're scared to face the world. You're not alone, by the way, you got friends, you got me--I think what you need--" "ENOUGH! We are not friends and you do not get to tell me what I need. Thank you for saving me, sonic, but I don't owe you anything, but I do owe the world... my debt will be paid through doing good with GUN, and that is my choice. When next we meet, it will be business or for the sake of the world. Goodbye." Sonic takes this very seriously and seems to spend a long time alone from everyone. Neither discuss the argument with anyone. Shadow often visits Amy's cafe because Sonic avoids it. She gradually wears him down and they become surprisingly close, like siblings. He begins to mull over the sonic situation with her, asking her advice and generally obsessing with sonic.

Nearly 1 year later: Fear of the public.

Shadow works for GUN, but the public views him as a fraud, a ticking time bomb and a weapon. GUN has him under media/social lock down, with his travels and events planned to better his report with the public. Shadow requires GUN's permission for most events. After being denied or having the permissions be granted AFTER the event, Shadow stops asking. He becomes withdrawn and restless, even to Amy. Shadow begins memory hypnosis and general trauma therapy to truly move on, but this only intensifies his unrest as November comes around... Rouge is unsure how to help him. She's fearful he will become defensive again and shut her out for good. (Omega doesn't understand these complicated emotions well enough to assist beyond offering his own views on his own experiences.) --------------------------------------

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Ellie takes an interest in paleontology, her main obsession is Discovery as in learning new things and unlocking their secrets. She starts reading and studying as much as possible. She eventually gets a part time job at a museum in Gotham since she's fully stable while going to school for paleontology, archeology, and biological science all the while using Vlad's money to pay for everything since he decided to be less of an ass and give her enough so she won't end up with crippling student loan debt. While she enjoys teaching people about the past of the creatures that once roamed the planet, she feels that modern science is a little behind since the realms are full of ghost dinosaurs and other prehistoric Flora and Fauna. So what does Ellie do? She goes out and buys small lab stuff, uses intangiblity to get fossilized bone marrow samples from the dinosaurs in the museum and attempts the Jurassic Park them via cloning on her free days. Needless to say she accidentally catches the attention of the bats for an unrelated incident (stealing tires off the batmoble as a dare from a classmate) and now they're thinking this college student is becoming a new rouge.

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[sonic-au-collision]

SONIC AU COLLISION: ROUND 1

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Sonic Cowboy AU belongs to @napstabl00k [link to fic]

Triple Stars belongs to @triple-starsss [link to masterpost]

Explore each world below the cut!

Sonic Cowboy AU:

Cowboy au. It begins by following Lanolin the sheep and Tangle the lemur as they both run away from home, then their adventure as they find themselves pulled into the bounty hunter world by Whisper the wolf. Elsewhere, Jewel the beetle requests team Sonic's help in finding her best friend who's disappeared. ft. shootouts, horses named after notable items and wisps used by the characters, a fight on top of a train, lady Rouge and her entourage, the city of Sol, and as many references as I can fit in as possible

Triple Stars:

Triple Stars is a band AU centred around Sonic, Silver and Shadow!! They were brought together (and managed) by Ivo, whose sole purpose behind forming their band was to make a quick buck off of them in hopes of getting rid of his debts. He gradually begins to overwork and manipulate them as they garner more fame and due to their inexperience, they are none the wiser!!

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

Find your helmets everyone, it's every Ratchet across the TF Multiverse! Please watch out for rouge wrenches! My Optimus and Megatron ones really fucked with my expectation for how long these things take...

Quick Disclaimer, if any of the images look weird, it's because I had to stitch a few separate images together to create a full body shot of the character. And Yes, I am aware the TFO ones look stupid, these characters show up in background shots or for like 3 seconds tops. I didn't have anything else.

Here are links to my Bumblebee Chart, my Optimus Chart, my Megatron Chart, my Shockwave Chart, and my Ironhide Chart. For future reference, all these charts will be filed under my "Transformers Height Charts" tag and my "aka the adventures of a..." tag.

Master Post

Explanations and Sources below the cut.

Gen 1 - ~16 feet (TFWiki, I don't have anything to add)

- ~16 feet (No Source, but this design is identical to Gen 1 so who am I to complicate things.)

One V1 - ~16 feet (Pre-cog.*deep breath* Okay, so this movie doesn't have any actual numbers, aside for some bullshit ones from a Walmart Promotional. I've been using the Knightverse Optimus number as a baseline since these were at one point said to be vaugly canon to each other. And the Bumblebee-Optimus scaling is the same. I got this number by comparing Ratchet to Ironhide and Ironhide to Optimus. Idk man, this movie has made me develop a twitch.)

Animated - 16 feet 8 inches (Animated has no actual numbers, but the lovely @phoenix-inanis has provided a frankly astounding resource with their own calculations for the heights of all the TFA characters. Go look at it, it's wonderful -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4.)

One V2 - ~18 feet (Post-cog. Again, no numbers, plus I can't actually find a clear picture of this form. My method of "knocking off or adding two feet" has been pretty accurate so far (I got Bumblebee right), so I'm just going to keep doing it. God, my head hurts...)

Bayverse - 20 feet (TFWiki bc Mr. Bay loves me dearly and will give me numbers I am in your debt Michael)

Cyberverse - 20 feet (This comes from a screenshot of this video, which has the Cyberverse height chart everyone uses, though the quality of the screenshot is iffy.)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC/TFP/RID15 - 24 feet 7 inches (I got this number from Fandom, but I completely believe it, even if they don't list their source. Everyone in this universe is just freakishly tall, for no reason. The more this happens the more pain I feel in my bones.)

Here's the layers separated for ease of viewing.

[forthechubbies]

Love Thy Husband

Kingpin's Son!San x Innocent yet spicy! Chubby! Wife

You arrived adorned in luxurious fabric bought with their bloody wealth. You are not just a gift, but a treasure...a plaything acquired for the pleasure of the rightful heir to the Choi dynasty.

Choi San.

II: Bring Me Home ♡ *New*

⚠️ Language, forced marriage, San is a good boy with bad habits, Yn conceals her face with a veil....and San is feral for your modest dressing style. No peep show for San 🙃⚠️

The purpose of a wedding photograph is to immortalize the beauty of that specific moment. Yet, when you stumble upon your own image, it triggers memories of your past yet your in laws so proudly display pictures all over their home. She was abducted by the man she now calls father to settle a overdue debt owed by her birth father.

You shed a tear, remembering your grim past.

As their son finally arrived at the mansion, he discovered his hidden surprise - a gift waiting for him. Despite the mysterious ivory veil that concealed her face, he agreed to accept her without hesitation. Little did he know, the veil was a humble plea from your father, who wished to shield his princess from the dark and dangerous world of the mafia.

The day unfolded before your eyes, obscured by the delicate ivory lace that draped over your face. Gripping the bouquet of baby's breath tightly, your heart pounded as the groom tenderly lifted the veil, allowing it to hover just above your trembling lips.

San's name escaped his lips in a hushed tone, barely audible against the backdrop of your rouge painted lips. Instead of forcefully pulling you towards him, he leaned in, delicately pressing his lips against yours. In the midst of this tender moment, he unintentionally crushed the bouquet.

The kiss, though seemingly pleasant, bore a resemblance to the innocence of toddlers exchanging affectionate pecks. He delicately pressed his lips against your flushed ones, refraining from any further advances. Despite his family now viewing you as his possession, San even restrained himself from touching you.

From that moment on, the vibrant world outside became a distant memory, The majority of your existence now revolves around the presence of your husband, consuming your every waking moment.. Who frankly you couldn't wrap your head around! One moment he’s stern and hostile the next, he’s a sweetheart gentlemen.

Speaking up the devil, There he is, Your phone icon alarmed you of husband’s incoming call. You rolled your eyes before answering. “Hello, San-"

"Omo..you sound like your about to die or worse." San complained under his breath. " You realize I'm your husband and not the grim reaper, yeah?" You could hear his blood simmering.

"Oh, you really had me fooled," you sarcastically remarked. Suddenly, you gasped, gripping your phone tightly, only to berate yourself for your own foolishness right away.

San’s brow involuntarily twitched, disturbed by the sass that escaped your cheeky lips. "What was that?... My dearest," he uttered with a tone that never ceases to send chills down your spine.

You carefully approached him, using his nickname in a soothing tone, "San..nie?" hoping to ease his anger. "My dear husband,” You’re cheeks reddening in embarrassment for actually fearing your husband’s wrath…some would say it should the other way around.

The phone went quiet briefly, only for your man to let out a chuckle that stirs up your fury, playing with you effortlessly. "Impressive, Sannie?.." He arches his eyebrows, making you squeal as he exhales his rugged accent over the line. "Sweetheart, I had no idea you could be this adorable." He taunts you in your mother language.

You are completely oblivious to the depths of your husband's affection for you. His love for you knows no bounds and shines brightly in every aspect of your life.

Especially your body....of what you allow him to see.

You feel safer when concealed from the sun, the man's wild gaze fixated on your delicate ankles and soft hands, pretending to be strong against his threats. You resist him so feebly, he longs to tear off your veil, granting you the illusion of courage to sass him, walk away mid-conversation, and disregard his presence as if he's not a menacing figure linked to the Atz, with his father just a phone call away from silencing your weak father permanently.

"I adore you, Mrs. Choi!!!" Wooyoung's voice echoed through the air, a mix of excitement and mischief. He sprinted towards San, seeking refuge behind him. "That asshole busted my lip," he growled, feeling the sting of his bloody lower lip. But despite the pain, he couldn't help but flash a mischievous smile at his friend, casually draping his arm over his shoulder. "So, how's the lovely wife doing?"

San sound shocked. “ How did you know I was-“

Wooyoung simply grins and nods. "You're adorable when you talk to her," he says with a mischievous smile, teasing his embarrassed friend.

The next thing you know you hear Wooyoung wince in pain, you assumed San hit him like usual followed by "Arghhh!!" Wooyoung biting him as a response.

"Don't fucking bite me, ya little bastard!" San's accent made you flinch, your Korean is far from perfect, and most of the time his words go unnoticed or you simply stare at his lips out of sheer cluelessness. But hey, it's not your fault. You were forcefully taken away from your family and thrown into this marriage with just weeks later.

"Ya! Who are you cursing at, cunt!?!” Wooyoung yelled in response, only to be met with a menacing voice hurling threats at them..

San's eyes gleamed with mischief as he glanced at the towering goon. "Hey, Woo, is this your buddy?" he asked, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Sorry, Honey, gotta go," he said, his voice dripping with allure as he abruptly ended the call. The unmistakable sound of San ruthlessly overpowering the goon echoed in the background.

Overwhelmed by the harsh truth, you found yourself standing in complete silence, consumed by the weight of this new reality.

[theocddiaries]

Shadow: Hello, Sonic. I just stopped by to bring you this gift. Sonic: Gummy bears? Thank you. Shadow: Now that you're in my debt… Sonic [rolls his eyes] Shadow: …please manipulate Rouge into releasing me from my commitment to attend her aunt's tedious birthday party. Sonic: Not a chance. Shadow: All right. I thought the candy might not be enough so let me up the ante. These are coupons I made. They are for various things I can do for you. Like this one, it is for one free grammar check. You could use it for emails, letters, tattoos, what have you. Oh, this is fun one! This is an afternoon with me at the Science Center, where I point out their mistakes. Amy: Keep an eye on those expiration dates, I've been burned more than once…

[vague-humanoid]

On Jan. 16, a report by the Louisiana Illuminator came out about Gov. Landry. The report disclosed that he used $5.5 million of state police funds to purchase a private jet.

This isn’t the only time Landry has done something that can be seen as unethical. Earlier this week, his Ethics Board questioned Landry on redactions of addresses in an official report. In accordance with a statute founded in 2008, if you hold certain positions, both your full name and address become public.

There are numerous ethical concerns, many of which will be mentioned later, that have impacted Landry’s term. Because of this, Gov. Landry needs to be impeached. Landry’s ethics have been so callous that I would consider him more unethical than Edwin Edwards, a former Louisiana governor.

In fact, Landry’s own ethics board is unethical. Landry signed a law to include five more people on the board, all appointed by himself. These people that Landry appointed were vetted so that Landry could find some “yes men” and allow all of his unethical behavior to go without challenge.

Moreover, as a state, we are in debt. Our sales tax is the highest in the country (thanks to Governor Landry), and we have had to make massive cuts to education. Not only that, but he also vetoed bills that would benefit the general population, such as increased funding for homeless shelters.

Governor Landry doesn’t care about impoverished people, which can also be seen in the detention centers he is forcing them into during the Super Bowl in New Orleans. These inhumane conditions, especially in the cold, can kill somebody. I bet Landry wouldn’t even subject his dog to those kinds of conditions, so why should we force humans to?

Instead of addressing the state’s homelessness crisis, Landry would rather go dove hunting in Argentina with one of his biggest donors, showing truly how out of touch he is. Furthermore, it is not libelous to write that Landry is a conman who steals from his constituents.

The plane that Landry bought? It came from the Louisiana State Police (LSP)’s budget. That money comes from many sources, but the income most important to this story is inspection stickers. Those money-grabbing inspection stickers.

In 2024, a bill was proposed to the Louisiana Congress to get rid of inspection stickers; however, this bill was killed when the LSP, the same organization Landry used funds from to purchase his jet, mentioned how getting rid of inspection stickers would detriment them financially.

This is just further evidence that Landry, and in turn, the Louisiana Republican Party, does not give a damn about the working class. Landry doesn’t care about his own constituents. The Republican Party of Louisiana would rather spend millions on a plane than a bill that would benefit the common people.

For all of these things mentioned in this article, I feel like it is time to impeach him. He has done nothing to benefit the state and has done so much damage to our state. We are already at the bottom of most rankings, and Landry’s blatant disregard for us “common folk” only sinks us further. So, let’s impeach Governor Landry.

Andrew Sarhan is an 18-year-old mass communication freshman from Baton Rouge, La.

[imagine-lcorp]

Bullet for My Valentine (Part I)

A/N: Hi my little darings, well as promised (a bit late, I know...) here's one fic of the ones I wrote as a thank you, to all of you who helped my friend by liking their little FB post, and even if you didn't have the chance to support them, I hope you enjoy this little piece. This has been in my WIPS for ages. Let me know what you think!

Lena Luthor x R/John Wick AU //Word Count:2,759 

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Lena's lunch time started with a bang.

She didn't think too much of it at first as she was sitting at her desk and about to enjoy her food. But then another couple of bangs followed and she knew it hadn't been just loud sounds. She called Jess immediately but even her amazing assistant was unaware of what was happening.

"I don't know, Miss Luthor, I'm trying to call security but it seems-" A louder bang interrupted Jess, and she yelped in response.

"Jess!" Lena called, but she could hear nothing on the other side.

She left the phone, making a run for her purse, which she had left on the couch of her office. Inside, she recalled with regret, she had left the watch Supergirl had given her in case of emergency, and this one was very much it. Lena reached her it and rummaged frantically on her bag until she found the watch, but her office doors burst open before she could press the button.

You had kicked them open, keeping your gun raised as you entered and pointed at each corner of the room until your eyes found her.

"Don't move." You ordered, keeping your eyes on her to take in every single detail available to you. You noticed the watch and quickly understood what she was trying to do. You cursed mentally as you tried to catch your breath.

This wasn't how you had planned your day.

It had started as a quiet morning. You had been sitting in the kitchen table of your apartment, sipping from your cup while you read the newspaper.

The headlines praised the Girl of Steel once more, for keeping National City safe after fighting another group of rouge aliens and for helping locate several warehouses that participated in shady business. You had scoffed a bit at it. If only the Girl of Steel knew the intricate system that truly ruled over the cities she protected, she would have needed ten more like herself to barely grasp its surface.

You kept reading the news, dwelling for those moments of peace that life conceded you before you had to travel again, looking for your next target, unaware that your day was about to change drastically.

The bell of your apartment door had rung a couple of times before you answered and were surprised to find no one at the door. Instead, as you looked outside you noticed an envelope on the floor with a red wax seal you recognized instantly. You reached for it and opened it.

Inside you only found one thing. A little note that read: Quod Debitum Sanguine, you have one hour (Y/N). That was all you need to know to get ready. There was a debt you had to repay.

"Miss Luthor, if you appreciate your life and that of your friends, you will not press that button." You raised a brow at her and green defiant eyes looked back at you.

"And why is that?"

"Because they will die, and you too, if you don't listen to me." You kept the gun up and pointed at her hand. You were ready to risk a piece of her if that meant at least she would remain alive.

"Lower the gun and I might consider it."

She was trying to bargain and although you didn't have time for that, you felt like you had to play your cards as best as you could.

"Your father sent me, Miss Luthor." You said, and that seemed to confuse her enough that her attention was completely on you. "I wish I could explain further but we're running out of time."

"Where's Jess? My assistant?"

"I told her to leave. All your security has been compromised." You lowered your gun slowly, raising the hand that didn't hold the gun to show her you had nothing else on your hands. "I mean no harm. I know it doesn't look like it but you can trust me."

She seemed to ponder it for a moment even against all logic and reason of what she shouldn't. What finally convinced her you meant no harm was the way you handed two men as they entered her office with guns raised at her. Lena saw them come after you first but your reflexes were faster. You dodged one coming right after you as you shoot the other in the chest. The latter fell right to the ground as the bullet hit him. The one that remained tried to point his gun at you but you were faster and shot him twice, once in the foot and once in the stomach, leaving him too to agonize on the floor.

"There's more coming." You said regaining your composure, unfazed by the splatters of blood around you, and looked at her. "We have to go."

"Where are we going?" It was all Lena said before following you.

Whatever was happening, she figured it was best to have someone like you by her side, although she had preferred for you to use a less violent method. However, she quickly understood that wouldn't have been possible as more and more men keep coming for you while you were on your way down to the building. You took down a dozen before taking the elevator that lead to the underground parking lot and she didn't know if to be impressed or fear for her life, this time for real. But you had had many chances to end her and yet, you were doing the opposite, keeping her alive.

"You said my father sent you. How? Who are you?" She asked while you waited for the elevator to go down and open its doors.

"My name is (Y/N), (Y/L/N), I met your father years ago, I owe him." You kept yourself a bit busy counting the bullets left on the cartridge of your gun.

"Well, he passed away quite a few years ago too. I doubt he would care for you to pay him back." She said and you smiled, shaking your head.

"It's a bit more complicated than that." You said without adding more.

"I still don't know why I can't call for help."

"I know you have very powerful friends, Miss Luthor, but they are no match for this." You said as you changed the cartridge of your gun, getting ready. "Your head is worth a lot of money at the moment, all the people coming after you, they won't stop at anything until they put a bullet through your head."

"Some of my friends are bulletproof." She replied crossing her arms. "They could help us a little."

You scoffed. "If you mean the almighty Girl of Steel, they have Kryptonite bullets already in store for her."

Lena frowned and looked at you with suspicion. "How do you know about Kryptonite?"

"I have a lot of explaining to do, I know, but now is not the time or place." You looked at the elevator panel, there were only a couple of floors before you reached the parking lot. "I have to take you somewhere safe first."

"Where, exactly?" Lena watched as you raised your gun. The elevator had arrived and it was a moment before the doors opened.

"You'll see. Now, find cover." You said and as soon as the doors parted you lunched forward, essentially shooting everything that moved your way.

After managing to leave a little trail of bodies in the parking lot, you decided you had to hurry up. You had been hit by a bullet on your left arm, nothing too serious, a scratch for you really, but you still felt yourself losing energy. More assassins were on their way, no doubt, and you had little time to carry out your plan. Lena didn't ask more questions as you broke the window of a car and opened it. You both needed a ride and you didn't care what the options were. You and Lena got inside the car and you drove to the only place you knew was safe enough for the both of you.

"Welcome to the Continental. How may I help you?" The receptionist smiled as you approached her desk, looking you up and down discreetly.

"Good morning." You said with a little smile. "One room please." You took something from one of your jacket pockets, placing the object on the counter, sliding it to the receptionist.

Lena, who was standing a step behind you, looked at the exchange with curiosity and amazement. If she had seen you entering her hotel lobby looking like that, full of sweat and with bloodstains all over your clothes, with a car almost destroyed outside due to the mortal chase you had barely managed to escape, she would have called the police immediately.

Instead, she saw the receptionist take a thick golden coin from your fingers and slide it under her desk and look at you both with the most charming smile.

"A double room would be alright?" The receptionist asked and silently hoped you wouldn't call the laundry service. The big stains of blood on your clothes wouldn't come off easily.

"That would be nice, thank you." You nodded. "The doctor?"

"I'll send him to your room." The woman said and handed you a key. "Enjoy your stay."

You thanked her once more and walked to the elevators, with Lena following behind as she had done since she left her office with you.

The world had changed around her in a darker shade she didn't think was possible. You were a cold blood assassin protecting her and the people around you, the people there in the hotel, that she guessed was a fancy facade, barely batted an eye at your appearance, as if they were used to seeing people in that state all the time. A million questions were swirling in her mind, but she decided it was best to ask once you had been attended by the medic, that arrived shortly after you reached your assigned room.

She got checked first, and you were glad she hadn't been hurt too badly, only a few bruises and little cuts from all the debris you had left behind.

"Are you ready to tell me what's going on?" Lena pulled the chair where the doctor had been stitching you up and sat with her arms crossed. Her determined expression told you she was quite done with everything going around.

You grunted, feeling still sore from the chasing and the fight of the morning, and poured yourself a glass of bourbon the reception had so kindly sent for your pains. You poured some in another glass for her, placing the glass in front of her.

"Long story short, someone has put a price on your head. A bounty of 30 million dollars to the first mercenary that puts a bullet through your head." You took a mouthful of your drink and looked at her, waiting for her reply. She didn't touch her glass.

She raised a brow at you. "Who?"

"I don't know...yet." You shrugged. "But I'm sure we'll find who soon."

Lena looked at you with very inquisitive eyes. "And why are you protecting me?"

You sighed. It was time for explanations. "We are both here because of Lionel..."

You started in the criminal underworld as a young and reckless amateur but full of ambition. You had been always good at it, managing to survive in this ruthless world since you were a child. You had been lucky one of the crime bosses that ruled over National City got an interest in you.

You had raised quickly to the ranks and when you were old enough to fend for yourself you realized you wanted to be a bit more independent. Your boss didn't like the idea that much but decided to give you the change, not believing you could make it outside his business and he had been quite right once you left his side. Trying to get a contract, a killing order, was difficult even if it was open for everyone. You needed contacts and a chance, and it came in the form of Lionel Luthor.

There was a moment, years ago when his business started to struggle. Government officials were on his tail, trying to take him to the court over inconsistencies in his security protocols, trying to accuse him of espionage and such. It was all nonsense. Behind it all there was one person moving the strings, a very high official also involved in some shady business, and Lionel hated them enough to want them dead.

"I went to your father and offered my services." You poured yourself another finger of bourbon. "He refused, but I made him an offer of my own. If he put the contract and allowed me to take it, I would offer him a Marker. A sort of promise, sealed with blood, that would allow him to ask of me anything in the future. I would do it, with no questions asked, with no refusal, to repay his kindness."

"So he did." She finally took the glass you have poured for her and looked at the bottom of it.

"Yep." You took a sip of your glass and shifted in your seat.

"So what? Did he ask you to protect me before his death?" She tilted her head and took a sip of her drink. "How considerate."

You scoffed. "Believe it or not, he kind of did. Apparently he included his assets from all of this in his last will. He left you my Marker and a last request for me." You sighed. "If there was ever a contract opened for you, I was to protect you from everyone that came after you until they pulled it off, or in its defect, kill the idiot that opened the contract in the first place. That would automatically cancel it, unless there is another person to push it forward."

You downed the last of your bourbon, placing your glass back on the table, and looked at her.

"And you're doing this just in good faith? Because you have a debt with my father?"

"I am." You frowned slightly. "Look, miss Luthor, I sure all this seems a bit surreal but here's something you have to understand. This world has its own rules, and those rules must be obeyed. Some of those rules are, one, no business within Continental grounds, and two, that every Marker must be honored."

You explained raising two fingers at her.

"The first rule is very simple, and it will explain why I brought you here. This hotel is a sort of save haven for people like me, the golden rule demands that everyone who stays here must not participate in any contract, no matter how tempting. So it means you're kind of untouchable right now. No one will dare to kill you unless they have a death wish of their own."

"You can do that?" She said surprised. "Bringing a target here?"

"Honestly, I don't know but so far it seems it's working for us." You leaned back in your chair. "Now, about the Marker...I have to complete your father's request so you, if you'll be so kind, can seal the other part of the Marker and finally free me of it. Otherwise, I'll be considered excommunicado, meaning I'll lose all kind of privileges and protection and be killed on sight. If I don't get killed first, of course."

"Well, I would very much like to help you and free myself of this." She put her glass on the table too and looked at you with the most unimpressed expression. "Unfortunately, I don't have your Marker. My father never mentioned such thing, and I don't think I've seen it."

"I know." You nodded slowly. "You must claim it first, with management."

"I have to call the Manager?"

At that moment, the black landline phone in your room started to ring. You both turned to look at it and you grunted as you pulled yourself from your chair to answer, you were barely feeling better. You raised the speaker to your ear and listened. Lena observed you hum and reply, some times with a yes or a no, and end the call shortly after.

"Well, you won't have to call him. We are booked for dinner with him tonight, at seven." You returned to your chair and sighed. "Let's make sure to wear something nice."

She scoffed and downed the last of her drink. It was turning to be a very interesting day.

[writingtraumaforever]

Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 18

Notes: More Rouge than anything in this one. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!

Summary: Rouge gathers intel while Sonic and Shadow... "meditate".

I also wrote two mini-prequels about the AU Sonadow couple in this series if you want to check those out:

•Something I’m Made For

•The 30th (New!)

Chapter Select!

Link to my AO3!

Start:

Rouge walks through GUN’s halls on full alert. While she may work for the organization, she doesn’t trust them. Honestly, working for them has only made her learn to not trust them even more over the years. They do good work, yes. But she’s well aware that they’ll go to whatever lengths possible to make sure said work is done.

Especially when it comes to Shadow..

Hell. They’ve gone to tumultuous lengths from the very beginning of Shadow’s story. Most would call building a top secret space station to create an ultimate power for eternal life and then gunning down innocent people when the project took a dark turn not exactly.. humane. 

But GUN has come a long ways since that, of course. And Rouge knows that’s a lot thanks to Shadow’s own work in the organization.. he became the change he wanted to see in it, and GUN has never been more in debt to him because of it.

But she’s also aware that if they got the chance to have a second Ultimate Lifeform all to themselves to use or potentially experiment on??

They’d take it. In a heartbeat.

They can’t know about this new Shadow.

Walking down the corridor towards the elevator, Rouge doesn’t sense any eyes on her more than usual. This doesn’t make her let her guard down, though. She knows better. 

They likely are keeping this hush hush until they know more, having enough evidence to have suspicions based on what they heard in Shadow’s bugged medical room. 

Riding the elevator to the medical wing, Rouge keeps her composure and doesn’t seem off or guilty. She’s a professional spy, after all. And a thief. Both of which’s specialties she’ll be using currently.

The elevator dings, and she walks onto the floor. There’s doctors aiding injured agents, a few scientists here and there running blood samples down to the labs. She can always spot Shadow’s from afar. It’s colored differently than human or Mobian blood.. more violet than red much like that of Black Doom..

Rounding the corner, Rouge finds the front desk of the medical wing and approaches the nurse sitting there with a smirk, “Heya doc. Got a minute?”

The nurse’s gaze lifts to the bat, an immediate nod of respect to one of their finer and more well-known agents— the first Mobian one among them, “Agent Rouge. Of course. What can I help you with??”

“I’m gonna need the medical files on Shadow from his injuries on his last op. He’s still feeling kinda down, and I figure knowing all I can will help get him feeling better.”

“Well, if Agent Shadow is feeling ill still, he should come back here immediately to be checked over.”

Well that won’t do.

“That’s what I told him,” Rouge shrugs as if it just can’t be helped, “But you know him. He’s stubborn. I’d say he has mule in him if not for the fact I’ve seen his DNA results for myself.”

The nurse chuckles at this, nodding in agreement, “He is certainly not the easiest patient to care for.”

“Tell me about it. I’ll be happy when he’s at his full strength again, and I don’t have to worry about his sorry ass,” she smirks with a wink, leaning against the desk with her cheek on her hand and elbow on the surface, “So help a girl out and get me those files, huh?? Should be accessible with me being his emergency contact and all.”

“Alright then,” the nurse nods with a smile, typing into the computer only for a beeping sound to occur and the smile fade into a frown.

“..That’s odd.”

Typing again. Another beep.

“It says his files are under lockdown.”

Rouge frowns at this, brows furrowing with her arms crossing over her chest now.

Well that can’t be good.

“Lockdown?? What on earth for??”

“Not sure,” the nurse shrugs, looking to Rouge with an apologetic frown, “It’s probably just protocol. They may be working on the records system or something. It’ll probably be available again tomorrow or so. I can email it to you when it opens back up??” 

“That’ll be just peachy, hun, thanks,” Rouge smiles with another wink, blowing the nurse a kiss before waltzing right on down the hall towards the elevator again.

If his records are on lockdown, they’re more than certainly onto Shadow not being Shadow.

Turning the corner, she finds herself having to halt her steps and take a quick step back in order not to run into someone.

“Hey, watch it—“ 

She pauses upon seeing who it is.

Commander Tower.

“Agent Rouge,” her superior addresses with a nod to her, “You seem to be in a hurry.”

“Yeah well I’m a busy girl, Commander,” she shrugs nonchalantly, offering him an unbothered smirk with a hand resting on her hip, “Got an extra grumpy hedgehog waiting for me back home.”

“Ah yes. Agent Shadow. How is he doing since he was discharged this morning??”

“Just fine, really. Still moody. Still needy. As all men are,” she rolls her eyes with a chuckle, “Sent me here looking for his files. You know how he likes to have copies for himself. The little OCD rat..”

“Yes, he is quite organized with his personal records and operation history.”

“I like to think of it as sentimental,” Rouge replies casually, “But come to find out, his records are under lock and key right now.” She eyes him at that, quirking a brow to read any signs of reaction to her words, “Any reason why??”

Commander Tower frowns down at her a long moment, face trained and emotionless as they have a stare-down as if trying to wait for the other to crack.

Neither do.

“System reboot. All records are under lock for now while the system is being worked on,” he informs, though Rouge isn’t convinced in the slightest, “It should be up again by tomorrow.”

“Hm,” the bat hums, eyes skeptical still as she mutters, “Good to know..”

“Yes,” the Commander agrees, “Though, if Agent Shadow isn’t feeling like.. himself.”

There it is.

“…Perhaps he should talk to one of our doctors here..?”

“He’s feeling a lot better,” Rouge replies, her eyes narrowing at the commander, “Just needs rest.”

“Right. We’ll give him our best wishes from here at GUN,” the commander offers, his smile not reaching his eyes in the slightest, “And remind him we’re here if he needs the aid..”

“Will do,” she replies with a sarcastic sort of salute before he walks around him, “Later, Commander.”

She feels his eyes watching the back of her head as she steps into the elevator to leave.

She leaves the building, making sure security cameras see her fly away…

Only to head to her place for a bit of gear and a better plan.

Said plan being to break into Commander Tower’s office and get the files for herself.

Using her knowledge of the building’s security layout to her advantage, she knows what vent lead where and which ones aren’t monitored by cameras— but she’s sure to bring her gadget that blocks the signal to the cameras and freezes them for a small amount of time. About 5 minutes. That’s all she’ll need anyway.

With expert stealth, she makes her way through the vents into the Commander’s Office, making sure he’s gone on his lunch break before carefully crawling through the wall and immediately moving to his desk.

Taking her lipstick out, she reapplies some with a little smirk before pulling the secret cap off of it to reveal a USB of sorts. Plugging it into the computer, the passcode is immediately entered in on its own and unlocked. 

“Too easy..,” she preens proudly, going to work to find what she needs.

It takes her no time since Commander Tower already had all of Shadow’s files pulled up, seemingly having been looking over them himself.

She purses her lips at this, eyes narrowing as she transports the files onto her USB along with the details of the operation her own Shadow had been on when the chaos incident happened.

She hears footsteps, eyes widening as she watches the bar slowly slide along the screen.

97%..

“Come on, come on..”

The knob turns..

99%..

Commander Tower enters the his office, looking extremely perturbed, “What the hell is this???”

Rouge’s eyes are wide, staring at the commander through the vent grate.

“I specifically said no ketchup on my burger!”

Rouge breathes a small sigh of relief, looking at the usb in her hands with a smirk before making her way back out.

•••

Shadow sits quietly on the floor of Tails’ living room, his legs criss-crossed and palms resting on his knees with his eyes shut. Meditating. Gathering himself.

He was the cause of this, supposedly. His abuse of chaos control had gotten him sent to an entirely different dimension. Even after all this time, he still was learning new things about himself and what lengths his power could reach.

He tried not to blame himself for this, though.. He knows damn well his boyfriend would’ve wanted him to do what he had. To fight to stay alive, even if it meant resorting to using a fake chaos emerald to escape.

Sonic once used a fake chaos emerald as a means of escape, and he didn’t blow a hole in the fabric of time and space. So what made this time so different??

‘Because it was me that did it,’ is the thought that immediately comes to mind. Sonic is the pure and untouched Ultimate Lifeform, the natural answer to the universe’s problems.

Shadow?? Shadow was a rip-off version built by a mad scientist and demonic alien in space. He was destructive and unpredictable. Nothing ever worked out for him. Ever.

He sighs to himself at his pessimism, practically feeling his Sonic thump him in the back of the head with a ‘don’t be such a downer, dude!’ He can’t help but smile lightly at the thought..

He misses him.. So much. “Whatcha doin’??” 

Speakin’ of the blue devil.. Here comes his alternate.

“Meditating.”

“Sounds boring,” Sonic shrugs, closing the front door behind him. He had gone out for a late night run. He didn’t go too far, though, staying within earshot of the house in case something happened with Shadow.

“It calms me,” Shadow breathes, his ear twitching slightly at the sound of the front door shutting, sensing Sonic’s footsteps entering the living room.

“You stressed or somethin’??” Sonic asks dumbly, moving to the couch to grab the remote for the television.

Shadow huffs a bit annoyed when the tv’s commentary adds to the distractions of his meditating, “Why would I be stressed?? It’s not as though I could’ve possibly caused the instant destruction of this world and my own as we know it.”

“Drama queen,” Sonic smirks, rolling his eyes at Shadow as he rests his elbow on the armrest of the couch and his cheek in his palm, beginning to flip through the channels.

Shadow’s eyes open and narrow at the hedgehog, “Maybe you should be taking this more seriously.” Sonic snorts, “Can’t really do anything until we have more intel and our friends here. And I don’t do well with the ‘sitting around and waiting in distress’ thing. I like distractions.” Shadow’s own eyes roll at this. He knows this about Sonic. He doesn’t deal with his emotions, he runs from them until he has no choice but to face them. Some things never change, he supposes.

“Of course. How silly of me to think you could actually sit still long enough to meditate, let alone shut your mouth long enough,” Shadow remarks with no real malice, a playful glint in his eye. Challenging.

His intentions prove successful when Sonic’s left ear turns his direction and he eyes Shadow out of the corner of his eye..

Then the tv is switched off.

“Alright. I’ll bite. I bet I can out-meditate you.” “That’s not–” Shadow sighs and shakes his head in submission, “Whatever. Sure. Com’ere.”

Sonic nods and hops back up from the couch, tossing the remote on the cushion before moving to stand in front of Shadow.

“Sit.”

Sonic sits on the floor obediently, mirroring Shadow’s own posture and position.There’s a shit-eating grin on his face that Shadow knows all too well. One that’s cocky and full of trouble.

“Okay, now what?” “Close your eyes,” Shadow instructs, watching this new Sonic do as he’s told and shut his eyes before Shadow shuts his own as well.

“Breathe in…,” Shadow takes a deep, audible breath so Sonic can hear and follow his lead, “Then out..,” he breathes it out. Sonic does the same.

“Repeat.”

In. Out.

In. Out.

In–

“I feel dizzy,” Sonic giggles, Shadow opening his eyes to see the hero swaying a bit where he sits with his eyes still shut.

Shadow can’t help the small chuckle that escapes him at this, shaking his head at the hedgehog, “Don’t breathe so heavy that you make yourself pass out, idiot.” “I was just doin’ what you said! Is this like– a way to get high without drugs or somethin’??” “No,” Shadow groans, “Just– you’re suppose to shut your mouth, remember??”

“Oh, right! Sorry,” he clamps his lips together, Shadow quirking a brow as he watches him.

“Mm mm mmm?” Sonic hums through closed lips, Shadow’s smile only growing as he holds back another amused giggle at the poor fool’s attempt to speak with his mouth still shut. “What??” “I said ‘is this right?’”” “Let’s just do something else,” Shadow gives in, already moving to push himself to stand up.

“Fine by me! Though- gotta say. You’re not very good at this whole meditation thing, Shads. You didn’t last very long at staying still at all.”

Shadow just glowers at Sonic’s annoying little grin, offering him a hand regardless to help him stand back up.

“You’re such a little–”

The door opens suddenly, both heads turning to see Rouge waltzing in and holding a tube of lipstick proudly in the air, “Got it!”

They both stare at the tube of lipstick, Shadow skeptical and Sonic confused. “...Oh, this is gonna be one of those slumber parties,” Sonic nods with wide eyes, shifting a hand to his own hip to sassily say, “Thanks Rouge, but that’s not really my color.”

Shadow and Rouge just roll their eyes with a groan.

[thenerdperson]

So I rewatched A New Hope the other night, so I'm making an appreciation post. It's literally the most basic plot ever, farm boy longs for something but he doesn't know what, turns out hes the chosen one with super cool powers not seen in forever, ends up with an old man mentor who dies too soon, a dnd party as freinds and goes to save the princess from the villains and does some cool near impossible feat due to cool powers mentioned earlier. However, Luke longs to see the galaxy without being angsty, keeps his hopeful outlook on life for the series, and doesn't develop the lone wolf attitude and leans on his friends constantly. Han Solo isn't toxic (though he is flawed), he never lies about having debts to pay off, even though he is a rouge and a scoundrel he hugs and laughs freely, and Chewbaca is his freind and equal, not someone less because he isn't the captian or a human. Leia is a princess but is not a damsel in distress. She is not afraid to steal, lie, and kill for her people and the rebellion. She is tortured and witnesses the massacre of her planet and all she loves and still fights for freedom. She is dignified, strong, and stubborn but never assumes she is better simply because she is royalty. Obi-Wan and Chewbaca 10/10. Just, A New Hope, the first Star Wars anything, love it.

[littlemissstel]

Jukebox Sweetheart- Shiu Kong

Reader is a go-go dancer, swearing, violence, blood, no use of (Y/n), names include; sweetheart, doll, lady. mentions of alcohol and drugs. Reader is confident and bold. not proofread.

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The piercing strobe lights did nothing to alleviate the oncoming headache Shiu felt. He sat in a circular booth, Toji and Sukuna by his side as they listened to the club manager's- Hudson- incessant monologue of excuses. The last few months had been prosperous ones for their chain of nightclubs which littered the city. All except one, which had brought an influx of police reports, violence, and drug related incidences, posing a threat to the exclusive status they sought to maintain.

The substances and business that came with this type of nightlife was no secret. It was unavoidable and truthfully the trio could not care less; there were only a few rules: don't get caught, don't create trouble, and pay what you owe.

Clearly there must have been some miscommunication along the way.

By looking around there were no obvious reasons for the lack of income. The club was full to the brim, constant movements of the crowd imitated rouge waves and LED panels that ran in strips from ceiling to floor eliminated any attempt at modesty. The room had merged into one neon blur and Shiu found himself counting down the seconds until he could leave.

Though, there was something that had caught his eye among the chaos. Someone.

You were stood on a heightened platform by the DJ wearing a skimpy excuse of an outfit that would no doubt get you arrested for public indecency anywhere else. Your hips moved in provocative rehearsed movements, matching the beat of whatever obscene song was playing and though the sparkling red tassels of your top and skirt made you the embodiment of an encrusted necklace in the catching light, Shius' eyes could not be moved from yours. He was enamored.

What was it? He didn't know and he didn't mind to find out. It was like you were his own private show as the crowd continued, too engrossed in their own ecstasy. How he reveled in it.

"Gentlemen, please understand-"

"We've heard enough of your bullshit, Hudson so don't give us another reason to get rid of you" Toji seethes, as his hand makes hard contact with the table, leaning in dangerously close.

This was the reason Shiu was here. The mediator. The voice of reason between the two hot-heads. But today he needed a break.

"I suggest you understand were the money for the last two months profit went before-"

"I'm getting more drinks" Shiu announces dismissively and Hudson perks up, seeing this as a chance to diffuse the tension. He silently thanks the stars before bursting out,

"No, please! Let one of my girls do that for you-"

"I'll be fine."

"I insist-"

"No."

And with that, he left, impartial to Hudson's badly disguised plea.

You had never felt so high- well, you had probably never been so high either considering the amount of swirling smoke that lingered in the air- but that was besides the point. Tonight you felt alive. You didn't need this job. With your father being a successful business man and overall coming from a stable background of money you never had to worry about keeping the lights on. You had the best nanny, were sent to the best nursery, primary school, college and now university where you weren't going to leave drowning in debt. Your life was one everyone else dreamed of, never experiencing the materialistic lows...never experiencing the familial highs- not going as far to say you have daddy issues, no, but you had never been particularly close with either of your parents and left school with only superficial relationships.

Maybe that was why you found yourself in these situations. Flirting but never dating, changing personalities depending on who you met, just doing enough to have someone take interest in you was all you ever needed to feel the adrenaline surge through your veins. The attention made you happy and now you were getting all of it.

Getting all of it from him.

Throughout your set you kept your eyes trained on him. A faceless silhouette of a man who seemed ever so intrigued. It wasn't the first time a client paid increased interest in you -that was how you bought the £2000 fur coat you came here in- but it was the first time you paid any interest back, his face becoming visible as he stood up, disappearing into the unidentifiable crowd. Which is why you made your way down from the platform without a second thought.

Hudson would probably scold you later for it but that didn't matter. Supposedly he was in a meeting for the majority of the night anyway, so if none of the other girls let it slip then he wouldn't have to know in the first place.

Waltzing through the room in character you frantically scoped for the man like a predator to its prey until you spotted him- sat on a stool at the bar.

Now what? From the watch on his right hand and his suit you could tell he had money, or at least was good at pretending he did but- who wore a suit to a nightclub? Maybe he was an unfortunate salary man down on his luck but with such a strict dress code, what were the chances of him being let in? Was he here to make a deal with Hudson? You prayed it wasn't the latter, if you messed this up there would be no amount of pleading that could stop you from being fired and as much as you didn't need this job, you loved it. There's no use turning back now. You've already left your post so you might as well have a good reason for it.

Walking up from behind him you dragged your hand across the back of his shoulders as you sat, allowing the tips of your pink patterned nails to press through his blazer into his skin.

"You've been watching me." You say, eyes fluttering in a sultry gaze.

Good God was he handsome. His dark hair was kept short, combed intentionally to the side. He looked up at you with fox-like eyes, you couldn't decided whether they were dark green or light brown but it didn't take much effort to be captivated by them and the charming smile he graced you with.

"I could say the same to you."

You feign a giggle, inching your hand to take the drink in his before continuing,

"You're quite the sight, not everyday a man in a suit comes into a place like this."

He chuckles.

"Sorry for not matching your attire sweetheart, but I'm here for business."

"Good to know."

You knew better than to ask what kind. You smile up at him, eyes staring into his as you take a swing of his drink- the once scorching burn now a mere tingle down your throat.

"Drinking on the job?" he raises an eyebrow at you

"I'm not, I'm entertaining a customer."

"By drinking the customers drink?"

"He didn't have anything to say when i took it, so yes. Unless my generous customer would like to buy me a drink instead?"

Shiu laughs at your boldness. You certainly matched your appearance and if it weren't for the fact he had been drinking, he worried the slight pink flush on his face would give away your salacious affect on him.

"And what will the lady have?" He asks showing the bartender his card.

"whatever this was, please" you say gesturing to the cup.

"How polite"

"I thought i was a lady"

"A lady who i don't yet know the name of"

"That's okay, I think i prefer the ones you've given me so far"

The night progressed with flirty exchanges, the two of you sharing basic information about yourselves until you knew where he grew up- Korea- and he knew about your university life. It was the first time in a while you felt someone had paid genuine interest in you, asking thoughtful questions about the topic and picking up on minor details. If you weren't careful you could easily tell him your life story as you began to unintentionally let your guard down, prior thoughts of rinsing him of his money slipping away from your mind in the midst of your newly found amity. He had remained respectful during your encounter, keeping a fair distance, eyes not wondering once.

It wasn't until the familiar buzzing sound that signaled your next act blared through the speaker had you realised just how long you had spent together.

"Oh shit...Unfortunately I have to leave you, it's my turn back on the platform" you smile tepidly.

"That's a shame, Doll. I enjoyed your company", His deep voice begins as he stands up. So he was tall too? It all seemed too good to be true. "Am I still not allowed to know your name?"

"I don't know yours" you step forward.

"Shiu."

You take another step, reaching up to rest your hands on his shoulders and keep balance as you stood on your toes, pressing a soft, prolonged kiss on his defined cheek.

oh bold you were.

"Thank you for the drinks, Shiu"

You turned around, walking off without a second glance.

Shiu stood there, watching as you disappeared out of view with a face of disbelief. Should he of felt used? Maybe, but he couldn't help but want more. Now he had a taste of you he couldn't feel satisfied with just a view from a booth. He wanted to know more. He wanted to ask more. More...more...His head filled with inquisitive ruminations. He wondered if he should've asked for a number, though he could find that through records just like your name, he wanted it to be you who told him.

Wandering back to the booth he was greeted with empty seats, the first major warning sign. He let out a deep sigh, already knowing where the rest of the night was heading.

The music died down as he made it to the back of the building, soon being replaced with a series of grunts and the cracking of knuckles. He opened the door to find blood splattered on the concrete floor, acting as a red carpet to his arrival.

Sukuna sat ontop of Hudson landing blow after blow to his face while Toji sat on top of an empty shipping crate watching intently with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. His knuckles where red indicating he was simply taking a break before he decided to join Sukuna again in their little spontaneous activity.

"Where the hell have you been?!" The aforementioned man yells out passing the two men on the floor with a look that could kill.

"I got busy with something. Last time i remembered killing someone was not in our plans for tonight"

"Don't try and tell me about 'our plans for tonight' when you pissed off to fuck knows where, Shiu"

"All I'm saying is we are going to have to cover this up and find a replacement before tomorrow-"

"That's your problem to worry about now, don't you think?", Sukuna pauses his actions to speak, "Compensation for slacking off today. We were the ones who put in the hard work of finding out where the money went after all."

Shiu shakes his head in deep irritation before letting out a sound of agreement. He knew what would happen if he left them alone, this was the price to pay.

It looks like you're getting a new boss.

I had a politics test which stressed me tf out but thank god for the half-term. I should be able to write frequently with the extra time

Also thank you to the people who reblog!! I see and appreciate you deeply <33

Tell me what you think and please feel free to leave any requests/ ideas, my inbox is open x

[systembug]

I just have to say this or I'll explode Make platonic routes for romancible characters! This is about Rouge Trader mostly, but totally can apply to other games. I'm not into Heinrix, BUT i want to know him! I want to share experiences as psykers. I want to learn about the abuse he faced from inquisition. I want to talk about Regicide with him! I want to help him stop that warp breach. I want to be close to him without the romance. I'm not into Yrliet, BUT i want her ritual to go haywire. I want her to need help from RT after she betrays them. I want to see whether she would die without our help or sacrifice us for her spirit stone. I want to know her without her loving us like she could. Will her sense of justice\debt to RT prevail? I'm not into Jae, BUT i want to see her chapter 3 breakdown party! I want that sense of despair that shatters her mask completely. I want to stay by her side even when her lies come out. I want to let her know that her background does not matter to me, without having to sleep with her. I want to punch her ex without the romance. I want to accept her fully as a friend. I am into Pasqal. I want him to get a romance. I NEED to kiss the tech-priest. I Don't Care if he doesn't have lips anymore! (but if we are serious then i want to learn what he feels like being himself and not a part of Amarnat. Does he feel broken? Or alone?) I'm not into Cassia, BUT i want to let her know that she is beautiful like the romance does. I want to let her know that she is incredible and valuable despite any mutation she might get. And that i will never be repulsed by her. Give me my emotionally-intense friendships!!! (And robot kissing)

[lionheartapothecaryx]

The Vodou Files

Diddy & his entitlement an blatant disrespect of Lwa Ezili Dantor/Black Madonna

For all intent and purposes, the following information is alleged and for entertainment only.

In year of 2024, it’s no secret that Sean ‘Diddy’ Combs is a polarizing figure. After his recent arrest and federal indictment this September on charges of s*x trafficking and more, and with multiple lawsuits alleging a multitude of abuses against men and women, this cannot be denied.

Let’s get into the possible spiritual implications of his recent arrest. In 2017 Diddy tattooed the Black Madonna aka Ezili Dantor on his back, for protection. The Black Madonna syncretism is often been used in Vodou to represent the Lwa Dantor.

Here’s a rending of the photo of Ezili that he seems to have taken inspiration from for his tattoo.

Ezili Dantor is the patroness and holy mother of Haiti. She is known as a protector of women and children, and was one of the petro or war spirits who were instrumental in the Haitian Revolution of 1804, allowing the Haitians to lead the first successful slave uprising. She assisted with giving them the strength in battle to defeat their colonizers and inspired others to resistance in the Diaspora. France went bankrupt during the Haitian revolution and had to sell off their land to pay off the massive debt this caused, spurring the Louisiana purchase and leading to creation of America as we know it, today. These acres of land make up the states of Louisiana, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Missouri, Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado, North & South Dakota, Minnesota, Wyoming and Montana. There would be no American Independence, if it hadn’t been for the Haiti.

While Ezili does not own my head, I know her children. They are usually women who are family matriarchs and mothers, who are incredibly kind, patient and strong and actively involved in their communities. They tend to be well respected within their communities and usually involved in community activism to varying degrees. They generally have a pleasant disposition but can be dangerous fighters when challenged spiritually and physically. They make great leaders and can be very wise. It is common for children of certain Lwa to take on similar traits of said Lwa & I believe this aspect can especially be seen in her children, who she claims. While I do not have her in my court, I do carry her sister aspect the darker, merciless and vengeful Le Rouge.

The Ezili are a powerful class of spirits within the Vodou pantheon. Ezili Dantor is an example of a very powerful spirit who can shift fate and reality. She is the peaceful mother but can exhibit extremely controlled violence when necessary, a triumphant warrior queen personified. She does not take disrespect or injustice lightly.

Diddy invoking her essence and protection, with this tattoo while assaulting and harming people continuously would draw her ire, wrath and ultimate disrespect. Some think someone recommended he do this to hasten his downfall or he did this out of pure stupidity.

Others of the Catholic faith, see it as the Holy Mother, the Blessed Black Madonna looking out for her children and protecting them.

Either way it’s clear the drums of justice have begun to beat for Diddy and it’s time for him to account for what he has done.