#sad emo wet cat energy

[purecommemasolitude]

l'assasymphonie mv salieri is an underrated salieri tbh. "emo bangs" this "flonytail" that where is the love for Sad Wet Cat Salieri

[harley-rose25]

omg I love this. I want a whole series that just “”Bruce Wayne in the wild””

Give me Bruce Wayne with a truly impressive lack of self-preservation, much to the absolute bewilderment of the rest of Gotham

Bruce has spent the past 20 years being a reclusive, socially awkward shut-in, and his public presence really isn't that much different once he starts getting involved in charities and public works. Hunched posture, barely audible mumbling, little to no eye contact- Gotham's Prince is well known and well loved for how socially uncomfortable he is. He's trying, bless his heart, and he really is making a difference, and that's what matters. Everyone just accepts that anxiety and discomfort are part and parcel of who Bruce Wayne is.

Except it becomes very clear very quickly that Bruce Wayne is apparently anxiety ridden to the point of paradoxical fearlessness.

On the few occasions he has to interact with Gotham's more dangerous (but powerful) individuals, Bruce shows zero extra fear. He interacts with Oswald Cobblepot with the same level of anxiety he has when interacting with a particularly chatty barista. Any time he's informed of a threat that's been made against him, he just responds with an awkward half shrug and a mumbled "okay" and then goes about his business like normal. Someone tried to shoot him in a crowd once but the gun misfired, and Bruce just shuffled away with the same urgency he has when leaving a long meeting. He got kidnapped once and spent the entire hostage video just looking tired.

To Bruce, these are expected things that he's used to facing as Batman, so why would he be afraid of them? To everyone else, Bruce Wayne has such bad anxiety about EVERYTHING that he treats all interactions as equally threatening. It's equal parts concerning and endearing. The memes about it are endless. Bruce's cryptid status grows exponentially each time and all of Gotham is living for it

[hotvintagepoll]

Sid James (Hell Drivers, Carry On Camping, Carry On Doctor, Three Hats for Lisa, Bless This House)—Sid James has the kind of scrungly face that looks like a guy has spent his youth boxing but now breeds canaries. Yes, he became legendary as the kind of bloke who is always happy to eye up the ladies and pull a fast one on the system, but he could also do terrifying gangster and comforting dad who might grumble a bit but will always be there for his family.

Conrad Veidt (The Cabinet of Dr Caligari, The Man Who Laughs)— oh my god look at him in Caligari. I specifically said that he's from this because him as Cesare is just. MMMMM. he's so wet and sad and scrungly. and little. he's like a kitten left alone in a dark alley except he's also killed people (not his fault). something wrong with him (Cesare). as for Conrad himself. oh my god look at him... them big ole eyes and the walk of some fucking thing creature

This is round 2 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Sid James:

Conrad Veidt:

I mean just look at him. The wet cat energy. The ghostly eyes. He did the monster mash before anybody. Where would we be today without him, he even has one (1) song on spotify. I regularly forget he's dead and wonder what his next movie will be. He slays in any role. The Ultimate Skrunkle.

He's the ultimate scrungly to me, the basis for many of our scrungly guys today. he's so skinny and pale and he wears so much eye makeup

He was THE bisexual goth tumblr sexyman of early film. Seriously the old timey Tumblrinas would send him fanmail about wanting him to choke them. He inspired the designs for the Joker and Jafar,and was nicknamed the “Demon of the Silver Screen” for his horror roles. His first wife divorced him for crossdressing. Hitler sent him hate mail for speaking out about antisemitism. He really loved his wife and told the Germans to go fuck themselves when they threatened his job if he didn’t divorce her for being Jewish. Just look at me and tell me this guy isn’t scrungly he’s like a personification of the emo kid from Horton hears a who

[cw the below clip depicts assault/abduction and could be scary for some viewers]

[nortaeventcouncil]

Ult Red Queen Character Tournament Round of 16: Bracket B, #4

Vote for who you think is the ultimate Red Queen series character. Reblogging with propaganda is welcome, but please be respectful!

Ara Iral:

Don't get me wrong, I love Maven, but Ara Iral is so badass. She is an elderly woman, a grandmother, in a YA fantasy series, whose character is not defined by her age. She is intimidating and formidable to her enemies, but loved and admired by her own family. Ara is one of only a handful of female High House leaders in the series(I believe the others are the heads of House Eagrie and House Greco). She stood up to Elara Merandus and was imprisoned because of it. In the end, Ara ended up fighting and dying beside Mare, a Red, someone she had been taught was beneath her, for her own freedom. The Panther is truly a memorable character, and one I wish we could have learned more about.

Maven Calore:

*DEEP BREATH* SO! THIS MAN HAS BEEN MANIPULATED SINCE HE CAME OUT THE WOMB, DUDE'S GOT MORE TRAUMA THAN I HAVE CRUSHES (and lemme tell u that's a lot). HE'S BI. AND GAY FOR HIS (dead) BEST FRIEND. HE'S HOT, SO HE SHOULD GET EXTRA POINTS. And my boi got to marry all the baddies in the series [Mare, Evangeline, Iris]. HE WOULD BURN THE WORLD aND NOT LET A SINGLE FLAME TOUCH HIS BELOVED [Mare].THIS MAN HAS THE ENERGY OF A SLEEP DEPRIVED WET CAT. I LOVE HIM. He deserves to win, I put my boi in every tournament I can, and he don't win 👁💧👄💧👁. And he's my adopted wet cat, I love him <3 [and he has also committed mucho bad stuff, but he's just a cute little wet cat man, promise! <3] I wanna ramble more, but I have homework :((( BUT THIS MAN IS THE ULTIMATE ONE.

Emo sad boi

[the-geek-librarian]

12, 15 and 25 for Vanica, Dante and Zenon :D

HELLL YEAHHHHH THE BITCHES LETS GOOO. HI CY :DDD

12. What's a Headcanon you have for this character?

Dante: He can't cook for SHIT. like as much as I love him (which is more then I will ever openly admit) bro can't make a sandwich or boil and egg so Vanica runs him out the kitchen with a wooden spoon. Also he can't drink. Homie is a lightweight and he hates that so much

Zenon: He really likes dancing! Though no one (except Allen) knows about it. Not even Vani and Dante. Plus he has a REALLY big sweet tooth, if their is a box of sweets in his field of vision he will leave nothing for the rest the siblings (this annoys Dante beyond belief )

Vanica: She is (somehow) a really great cook! She kicked Lucius out of cooking duty a month after she learned the basics. Dante has made the "Haha, your a woman and you cook" joke only once in his whole life because Vanica put rat poison in his food and uhhh it wasn't a nice experience. And she can sing too! Most of the time she acts like she can't just to annoy ppl

15. What's your favorite ship with this character? ( Doesn't matter if it's canon or not)

Dante: OHHHHHH BOYYYY UHHH. Sweet rat man, I love you (regrettably) but your ass is so fucking bitchless. The closest thing he has to a relationship is the fact that he is fuckbuddys with Lucifero, I won't count Yami x Dante as a ship bc it's literally just rat man being a weird ass mother fucker and getting his ass beat which is funny as shit. However I will say he is pansexual and he will get into a relationship with literally anything and anyone.

Zenon: There is only one correct answer. Allen x Zenon for LIFE. Because come on BC fandom that man is not attached to Wemon in any way, only thing he feels for them is fear bc of Vanica and his Mom. But moving on they are soulmate-coded and I will die on that, Golden retriever bf and Black cat bf

Vanica: Listen, all of Vanica ships are fucking soulmate coded ok??? (I'm dilulu shut UP) and I love them with my heart (except Vanica x Acier, not soulmate-coded but annoying cat x Tired mother of 4). I have three I would die for bc I am insane. 1) Vanica x Megicula and Vanica x Lolopechka really they give off SUCH old married couple energy I wanna DIE. 2) Vanica x Lolo x Gajah, it's the "We can fix her" mentality AND THEY SECSIDED THE MOTHER FUCKERS. They are very funny and funky but not everyone's cup of tea but it's ok.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Dante: My first impression was "OHHHH, he looks cool! (I also like the beard shot me) wonder what he can do" and now it's "Cring ass motherfucker pls stop being weird for the love of god (affectionately, I'm afraid), can you not have beef with an 18 year old?". Can you tell that I like him but wanna throw him of a clif?

Zenon: First impression "Emo boy, with a sad backstory incoming" I didn't care about bonehead at the start, I thought he had BANING magic but beyond that meh. And now "UHHH BABY BOY LIL WET CAT MAN BONE ASS IDIOT. can someone get this mans husband pls?" now I put him in my pocket and take him as far for house Zogratis as I can

Vanica: First impression "WEEEEEEE WEMON, IF HOT WHY EVIL???" I was uhh it was love at first sight honestly, same with Lolopechka so now I call them BOTH baby girls. Now "Oh baby- I would feel bad for what I put you through BUT I DONT SUFFER, then I wack her with the angst stick in almost all my Aus" really can you get more baby girl then Vanica? ( yes you can but SHUT up) she is both insane and has her mental health hanging on a thread, she really needs some tits to lean on and a tea to drink.

Thank you for the asks Cr!!

Asks for this are always open for any fandom I'm in!!

[nyxshadowhawk]

Hi do you know anything about how angels/angelology or even just planetary intelligences relate to hermeticism, alchemy, etc?

if so, do you know who Cassiel is? Archangel of Saturn, tumblr boy(gn), Dirt Emo Extraordinaire, the most 2020s-coded Guy(gn) ever, doorkeeper of the 7th Heaven. celestial being with rulership of time, but also radiates Sad Wet Cat energy. if an angel can be AUTDHD, he is.

-local archeology major who is so normal about Saturn, I promise

I went through a whole angelology phase back when I was writing Those Who Fly, so I know a thing or two. But angelology is not relevant to my own practice, so, all the more recent research I've done on angelology is only for Those Who Fly worldbuilding, which isn't my first priority right now. The only exception is when I did research into the Ars Notoria a few months ago. (The Ars Notoria is worth looking up! I have an earlier post with pictures of it.)

Planetary intelligences are a much more general concept that appears throughout Western occult literature. Cornelius Agrippa is generally taken as the authority on it, but it predates him. I was actually just looking at a manuscript that had some stuff on planetary correspondences in it! (This is Takamiya MS 33 at the Beinecke Library):

Above is a correspondence table, which tells you which hours of the day and night are ruled by which planets, so you can time your workings appropriately. These are pretty common in occult manuscripts.

[nerdydaydreamer]

Not me always seeing that piece of hair as winged eyeliner.

[nerdydaydreamer]

He got it from his big sister 😂

Wait wait wait did Dream wear DOC MARTENS to visit Hell???

[pixiatn]

The idea of Battison having the batkids is so fucking funny to me, just this absolute emo with the energy of a sad wet cat having 10+ rowdy, sassy children? hilarious, show stopping, incredible

[gobeepmyself]

"i miss him, too, y'know." // this isn't from a meme i just wanted to be emo about chapter 2 ted >:)

Fucking Ted.

Richie pushes his hands up against his face, fingers bumping his glasses up and out, until he’s forced to shove them into his hair. The plastic slips a few times which takes a few awkward repeats to get it to stick. 

So feel free to punch him square in the face, because you might as well with that brick of feelings.

He figures that covering his face is the best bet because there’s no stopping the misery train - not when the brakes are gone and its barreling up from the deep depths of his Insecure Main Pain Central faster than he can feel. Too much at once. Holy shit, he’s going to puke. Is he going to puke on Ted? That would feel like a win and a loss.

“Do we have to do this now?” He sniffs; the congestion is coming for him. Looming in the distance - staring at him intently with want and need. He can feel the heat beneath his eyes, that tell that if he pursues this road... he’s gonna cry like a bitch. And, sorry, he can only fit one of those into his schedule every three never’s and one is already one too many. Richie’s tired. Every inch of him dragged through shit and, shocker, more shit. He’s too old for heartbreak and yet here he is. “Breakdowns are appointment only.”

No, Ted. Richie does not want to think about Eddie and the awkward shape to his shoulders as he stands - not quite sure of himself so much but still trying - and the soft curl of his honest smile. The honey rush of his voice, overamplified mostly by Richie’s fantasies but Eddie was always sweet even spitting hard k ‘fuck’s. The deep frown across his face when Richie says his name a few letters short with the improvision of one. A scowl when Richie pinches his cheek. A huffy laugh of pressed amusement because he’s tired of Richie’s antics but still willing to play enabler. His gusto. His fear. The shaking bravado of his voice, strengthening with the claim:

THIS IS -

Richie, to his mortification and horror, begins to cry. Just like that. Everybody suddenly tunes out of THE ALL DEAD ROCK SHOW to check out the I’M A FUCKING MESS CATCH ME SOBBING AT 1AM TO MY SECRET CRUSH’S BROTHER SHOW and Richie can’t deal with the idea of Eddie being gone. Which is a weird fucking feeling because he hadn’t even remembered Eddie. Eddie Who? But setting foot in Dipshit Derry had brought everything back in the worst kind of nostalgic way. Richie could remember Saturday mornings with vivid color and sound; full-on immersion. Some fucking -- VR shit. And spending however many hours with Eddie, relearning those feelings and going through the DING I LIKE DONG mood again sucked but it also hadn’t...

because Eddie had been there and he had been the one. 

The hole in Richie’s chest where all these tears must be coming from expands. It threatens to collapse the whole cavity and to stop it, Richie curls into himself. He loses his glasses, only thinking he heard them clatter to the floor. He can feel Ted’s awkward energy but he couldn’t give a flying fuck. Or ten! If they were to take flight right now Richie would let them by-the-fuck-pass. 

“Holy shit,” he warbles. Everything is wet and he thinks maybe if it wasn’t overused, and it was good, and if he wasn’t crying, he’d joke about it not being the fun kind of wet. “I’m so fucking sick,” he wipes his eyes but they insist on more, “of crying,” a big heave that startles him; he coughs, “and fucking ---” He doesn’t know how to express it.

His loading bar fills with bricks until it’s full. The room repeats his weeping back to him.

“I didn’t even fucking know him!” He’s really aiming to hit all those stages, huh? He didn’t need to go that hard but he’s yeeting himself right into it. “I was fine for twenty-sum fucking years! And I go back to some I fuck goats! town and have a Big Gay Crisis all over again? Over somebody I knew when I was a kid?!” Richie’s aware that he knew Ted as a kid, too, but Ted was different. Ted was a little strange and reminded Richie of cats that don’t walk properly. Weird wouldn’t be an appropriate term, because they were all weird. The whole crew of them. Ted was Ted and that was it. 

He gets that Ted was trying to have a heart to heart but fuck you, Ted! That shit is off limits! No touchie!

Richie points to himself, viciously stabbing himself in emphasis as he turns ragged eyes to his human-diary. He does it again, for more. “I was doing fine.”

His voice breaks on the word and the silence that comes after is haunting. Like a ghost, it creeps quietly into the room through the walls and reaches out its unseen hands to scoop them up. Richie is not comforted by it, or anything else. Not even Ted’s sad, red eyes resting steadily on him as if to guide him somewhere.

“Go home, Ted.” The epitome of it all: Richie is tired of thinking about Eddie who could’ve been the home he went to.

[enigmasalad]

Of Benders and Bonding chapter 3

So it had been about two months since Virgil joined them. During those two months Roman and Virgil were insulting each other and argued a ton. To be honest Roman was getting frustrated with the youngest member. For instance the said person once threw a snowball at Roman to wake him up two hours too early. He also tended to be rather melancholy or negative. One time the shortest route to the nearest town was to go through an area known for the amount of bandits attacks. They were ready to go when Virgil stopped them and argued with everyone about going the longer and safer route even though everyone knew how to fight. It took them two extra and unnecessary days to get to the town.  However it wasn't all unpleasant. In fact he learned a few things about Virgil. Only a few though. The punk was still rather secretive.

The first was that despite not remembering his birthday he knew how old he was by counting the winters. He was eighteen years old. That meant he was two years younger than  Roman, five years and a quarter younger than Logan and one month short of six years younger than Patton. The next thing was that he liked to be alone when he could. When they needed supplies Patton and Roman volunteered to go with him but he refused and went alone. He came back practically dumping everything on his bed because it was too much, but he ignored the “told ya so”s. The thing Patton found out was that when Virgil did water bending he liked to take his shoes off. Virgil claimed he didn't want the feeling of soaking wet shoes if he was able to prevent it. His favorite thing to do was use ice in his bending. He could make a mini blizzard swirl around him as he and Patton sparred. Of course he practiced with normal water the most. He looked at the most peace when water would swirl around his thin, pale form. And boy was he flexible. He scared Logan once by bending all the way back and crawling like some sort of fucked up demon at him. Patton tried imitating Virgil but ended up having to be healed by the man since he pulled a muscle really badly. Eventually they just took the poor man to a doctor. Luckily Patton recovered within a few days. Roman now decided to keep an eye on Virgil just in case he pulled any more pranks. This guy was a total asshole sometimes.

Now they were in a middle of a festival of a bigger town. There was lanterns and music and men and women in special clothing dancing. Children laughed, played and begged their parents for sweets or to play games.  Roman and Patton were definitely enjoying it but were stopped when they realized Logan and Virgil were missing. They looked for ten minutes before finding them in a more secluded area. Virgil was on the ground and Logan was talking to him.

“There we go. Good, good. Keep breathing like that.”

Patton rushed over and immediately asked Logan what was wrong. Patton tried to go hug the poor guy but Logan stopped him by gently grabbing his arm. Logan explained that as Roman and Patton went ahead he noticed Virgil was gasping and lagging behind. When he asked Virgil if he was alright he didn't respond. He just shook his head. Judging by the symptoms Logan figured it was a panic attack. He immediately moved Virgil to a street away from the festival and began trying to get Virgil to breathe.

“Why didn't you tell us?” Roman asked once Virgil calmed down. It took maybe fifteen minutes.

“What?” Virgil asked.

“That you get panic attacks. We would have tried to help you.” Patton said, worry on his face.

Virgil actually scoffed. He didn't say anything. Just scoffed. Roman knew it was a little early for him to trust them but woah! There's such thing as proper behavior. They returned to the hotel and left  Virgil alone for the night. When daybreak came Logan made it aware that they should get supplies before they left the town. Of course Patton came to Roman and Virgil's room and asked if they wanted to come. Roman agreed because this was a new place. New places meant adventures! Plus they could possibly help someone in need. Helping people is what heroes and royalty do after all!

“Have fun. Don't come back anytime soon.” Virgil grumbled from under the covers of the bed he was in.

“Aw Virgil! Come on! This will be fun!” Patton encouraged as he came over and put a hand on Virgil's shoulder.

Virgil actually turned and hissed at Patton. He hissed like an angry cat. Roman wanted to laugh a bit cause it was kind of hilarious, but on the other hand this guy just hissed at one of his closest friends.

“Alright kiddo I'll leave ya alone. You need anything while we're out?” Patton asked.

“No.”

“Alrighty! Well we'll see you for dinner. Get some breakfast and lunch while we're gone okay?”

“Whatever.”

With that Roman left with Patton. As they walked to the place they promised to meet Logan at Roman asked Patton something.

“You called him kiddo? Are you trying to make him mad? He'll eat your soul!” Roman said with slight distress.

“I'm just trying to make him know we care! You catch more butterflies with honey than vinegar right? He obviously hasn't had many people care about him so..” Patton explained with a smile.

“...No more adopting kids. You already have many at home.”

“But he doesn't have a family! Besides Missy, Pranks and Story wouldn't mind a new friend. Everyone deserves to have a father figure after all! Also three isn't a lot.” Patton argued with a laugh.

“Patton, these are kids borderline teenagers. You'd be adopting an angsty teen slash adult. Four “kiddos” you'll look after.” Roman said with a sigh.

“And? Four is a small number Y'know.”

“Sometimes I am confused by your logic.” Roman said with a sigh but he had a slight smile none the less.

“You should be. Logan is the one with logic, not me!” Patton replied with a giggle.

Soon they met up with Logan and they explored the market and shops together. Patton tried encouraging Logan to buy some sweets but for once Logan managed to resist the puppy eyes.

“Patton lets focus on supplies for now. If we have enough left over I will let you have two pieces of candy. Only two.” he said.

“Can it be four?” Patton asked.

“Two.”

“Three?”

“Two.”

“Three so you get one and I get one and we each get half of a candy?”

“Two. I don't like sweets.”

“Okaaaaaay.” Patton sighed with a slight pout. However he wasn't sad.

“If need be I'll buy you five Patton.” Roman said while smirking at Logan. Roman loved making Logan furious just as much as he liked annoying Virgil.

“Yay! Thanks Roman!” Patton said as he gave his friend a quick hug.

Logan flipped Roman off when Patton wasn't looking. Roman in return was slightly offended and made a slight noise to show it.

“Wow. Rude.”

When they got to the market place they got to work. Luckily all of them knew how to get good bargains. Logan added the logic in things while Patton and Roman used their charisma to seal deals. Luckily quite a few of  the merchants at the stalls complied. They were able to get needed supplies like dried and preserved food and medical supplies (by Logan's request.) Then they stopped for lunch at a tea shop. Roman knew that Logan liked tea quite a bit and would probably order something new and maybe request some for the road. However Patton didn't like tea at all and would probably just order water or some fruit juice. Roman enjoyed some teas himself so if there was a good tea on the menu he might order it. Soon a waitress came by and they ordered their drinks.

“Logan I told you ginger was a bit spicy!” Patton said with a laugh.

The man's face was burning red but still collected. However when he spoke he just coughed.

“So how does it taste Logan?” Roman asked with a smirk.

“Oh this is worse than alcohol.” he managed to say. His voice was kind of raspy and wrecked.

After a rather nice lunch they decided to check the weapons store. For fun of course. Weapons were expensive after all. Plus Roman was the only one who really used anything. Patton had a dagger yes but he seldom used it for combat purposes. Instead the air bender used it to chop up foods or similar+ things, much to Logan's dismay. As they walked they noticed a small crowd of people were running away screaming. They obviously were coming from..somewhere. Roman knew this meant danger so he pulled out his sword.

“C'mon! People might need help!”

He didn't need to tell Patton and Logan twice. They followed the opposite direction where the citizens were running from. This part of the market was kind of wrecked. There were shards of ice embedded in the ground here and there.  However Roman did not expect to see what he saw. There were people in black masks and outfits with swords and daggers. A few were bending with fire and earth as well. A few injured villains were on the ground in pain or just unconscious. However the biggest surprise was who they were fighting.

It was Virgil.

Virgil's face was paler than usual and was enveloped in fear and anger. His finger tips had formed ice claws and he was swiping like an aggressive cat to the villains. He also had a pretty bloody cut on his cheek but it didn't look deep. The young adult used his skills in agility and flipped and twirled away from fire, rocks and blades. Even though he was fighting back a good amount the bad guys were just full of energy. Roman rushed in as a person behind Virgil was about to strike. He blocked the attack of the person's dagger with his sword and managed to disarm them.

“Wha-”

“Save it for later emo nightmare.”

Roman noticed Logan and Patton were also busy with their fair share of villains. Logan centered himself and flicked his wrist up. A dark chunk of earth and rock rose up from the ground with ease. He then round housed kicked it into three of the black masked people. They fell and Patton used that opportunity to force a massive blast of air to send the three into a stone wall. Then Patton leaped onto a column of earth that Logan had raised and spun around, creating a small windstorm. Of course the childish man looked pleased and was smiling while he did it but still. He could do some damage. Two more people were swirled around and hit the same wall their buddies had at least three times before going limp. They obviously weren't dead.

“Alright this is a little more than what we usually go against but we can succeed!” Patton encouraged as he wiped the dust from his hands onto his pants.

Roman took on a person with twin daggers head on. Good thing the person didn't seemed too experienced with those kinds of weapons so he easily parried the person into a corner. When the villain realized their situation they pounced at Roman with all they had. Unfortunately for them Roman had a trick up his sleeve. With one swift motion a blast of fire came out of his hand and sent the fool flying in to the air. To further this person's injury, a stray bit of rock from Logan came and crashed into them as they were falling, sending them into a wall. They were actually embedded in the wall.

“Geez Logan! Try not to kill them! We need information from them!” Roman said.

Logan just rolled his eyes and stamped his foot on the ground. It brought up another chunk of earth. Roman dodged the chunk as it flew into someone behind him. He noticed Patton and Virgil were working together. They used their skills in agility and bending and were utterly decimating the masked people. Virgil leaped over Patton and drop kicked an unsuspecting villain while Patton blew incoming rocks away with a defensive move. Roman decided to go help them since the majority of the enemies were over there. He jumped onto a chunk of earth Logan was raising and leaped into the ground of enemies with his sword above his head. He landed onto someone and as they fell he used the leverage to leap onto another person, who was going to (unsuccessfully mind you) use their sword on Patton.

“Aw thank you!” Patton said as he sent a blast of air into a couple of enemy earth benders.

Virgil rolled his eyes at the two and back flipped onto an enemies shoulders and leaned back, sending the unbalanced person  backwards. However Virgil caught himself with his hands and used his legs to fling the person into one of their friends. Roman used that distraction to pick off the ones near by with simple fire bending. The last guy though got a special treat. Roman swung his sword skillfully and it sliced the person's chest. It was probably painful but the poor soul would live.

Eventually all of the black masked baddies were on the ground unconscious or with injuries that made them not able to get up. Patton, Logan and Roman briefly congratulated each other while Virgil stormed over to a person who was sitting against one of the stone walls.

“Who sent you? Why did  you attack me?” He asked while leaning down.

The person grabbed Virgil's water bending necklace and tugged, obviously still wanting to fight. Virgil's face suddenly became a mix of panic and fury. He struggled for a second before kicking the man unconscious. He then backed away and was examining the piece of jewelry like it was his life force in an object. Soon he sighed in relief and turned to the other guys.

“I...think we should leave here. It's not safe.” he suggested.

“Huh? But we vanquished the villain!” Roman said.

Virgil shook his head.

“No. These guys are part of a dark network that Ringman is buddies with.”

Virgil looked really uneasy. Like he knew something. Or he was remembering something.

“You guys might be safer if I left. You don't deserve to be involved in this.” Virgil said.

“Wait what? No you don't have to leave.” Roman said in shock.

“It would be unwise Virgil. You were overwhelmed when we found you. If you left who knows what would happen. As a team we should come up with a more probable and realistic solution than that.” Logan added.

Virgil looked like he was going to argue back but Patton just put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him.

“We're a family Virgil. If there's a way to keep all of you safe I would happily take it. We help each other.”

With that Virgil went quiet. That seemed to be the cue to go back to the hotel room. The walk along the way was too quiet to be comfortable. Patton moved from having his hand on Virgil's shoulder to having his arm around the poor guy. It seemed somber and quiet before Patton suddenly stopped.

“We should go to Thomas! He'll get people to stop them!” Patton said with a grin.

“That...isn't a terrible idea Patton.” Logan said in agreement.

Virgil looked at Patton and sighed.

“You all would be safer if you left me behind. You would probably be killed before we even get to the fire nation.Besides I don’t want the Fire Emperor involved in this. Seems rather pathetic.”

“Nonsense! What do you take us for? Weaklings? Also Thomas is extremely caring to all people. All of them.” Roman said with a grin.

“Bu-”

“Then to the Fire Nation we go. There's no stopping us!” Roman declared.

Patton cheered and pulled Virgil into a hug. The other male was too tired to protest so he just let himself be hugged. That's when Logan spoke up.

“Wait how bad is the hotel room?”

[brucewayneisautistic]

I see y'all with "this is just Robert Pattinson"

Patz is a wonderful weirdo but lacks Bruce's sad wet cat virgin energy.

I saw the movie with my partner a few days ago (who is not into fandom stuff) and when the batcat smooch happened he whispered "Aww, his first kiss." That's how powerful his pathetic emo boy aura is.

Instead of a playboy persona, I feel like this iteration of Bruce Wayne would be a disaster celebrity that people love because he's such a mess all the time. There are listicles like 'Top Ten Moments Bruce Wayne Was All of Us' and it's him falling asleep at the opera or dropping his coffee on the street and staring at it, clearly on the verge of tears. He'd get memed constantly and understand none of it. A WE publicist makes him a twitter account and he posts like a fifty-year old man, he just tweets 'Hello. I am Bruce Wayne.' or some shit and it goes viral.

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Conrad Veidt (The Cabinet of Dr Caligari, The Man Who Laughs)— oh my god look at him in Caligari. I specifically said that he's from this because him as Cesare is just. MMMMM. he's so wet and sad and scrungly. and little. he's like a kitten left alone in a dark alley except he's also killed people (not his fault). something wrong with him (Cesare). as for Conrad himself. oh my god look at him... them big ole eyes and the walk of some fucking thing creature

Phil Silvers (Summer Stock)—this man has the single most expressive face in all of golden age hollywood (okay maybe second only to Donald O'Connor) and he is such a Perfect counterpart to Gene Kelly in Summer Stock. like, little baby queer lady me had such a soft spot for the funky little comic relief guys and he's the king of them all! his verse in "Dig For Your Dinner" [link] makes me laugh uncontrollably and every time i watch it, my brain plays "YOU GOTTA SEE YOUR DENTIST TWICE A YEAR" on loop for a solid week afterwards

This is round 1 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Conrad Veidt:

I mean just look at him. The wet cat energy. The ghostly eyes. He did the monster mash before anybody. Where would we be today without him, he even has one (1) song on spotify. I regularly forget he's dead and wonder what his next movie will be. He slays in any role. The Ultimate Skrunkle.

He's the ultimate scrungly to me, the basis for many of our scrungly guys today. he's so skinny and pale and he wears so much eye makeup

He was THE bisexual goth tumblr sexyman of early film. Seriously the old timey Tumblrinas would send him fanmail about wanting him to choke them. He inspired the designs for the Joker and Jafar,and was nicknamed the “Demon of the Silver Screen” for his horror roles. His first wife divorced him for crossdressing. Hitler sent him hate mail for speaking out about antisemitism. He really loved his wife and told the Germans to go fuck themselves when they threatened his job if he didn’t divorce her for being Jewish. Just look at me and tell me this guy isn’t scrungly he’s like a personification of the emo kid from Horton hears a who

[cw the below clip depicts assault/abduction and could be scary for some viewers]

Phil Silvers:

"it's hard to hold the screen against don knotts, but phil manages."