#she being penumbra

[gatheredfates]

I'm too lazy to get tt's but I wanna gpose so bad.

[1fishindices]

In penumbra between when Juno and Diamond break up and the man in glass Juno learns to run in high heels.

In Embrace of Ice Juno and Diamond get new cloths and Juno says he doesn't want to run in heels if he has to chase after someone

And then in the man in glass buddy gives Juno 6 inch heels and he manages to escape by runing out of the party.

In conclusion Juno learns how to run in heels at a fast enough pace to out run someone. He is a lady of many talents.

[bef0re-i-sleep]

obsessed with them and this episode actually

[dolly-is-cool]

straight people? in my hyperion city? it’s more likely than you think.

[deimostes]

played with different universe iterations of leonid, limestone and penumbra the other day

[ask-thearchivists]

COORDINATOR IS A SOFTY THAT READS ROMANCE, HAHA

The Charmer: You wouldn't be calling her that if you knew what-

The Coordinator: If you dare to finish that sentence, You will come to know my vengeance, It won't be a mere sibling's quarrel, As murder is much more immoral.

The Charmer: Okay! I'll stop!

[venomgaia]

do you ever set up your workspace and become some sort of brady bunch-adjacent hell

[harpie-raven]

I’ve seen some people talkin’ about the Jupeter relationship as of the latest episode (“sixteen tons part 2”) so, SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

I’ve seen some people saying that Nureyev is being incredibly toxic, how Juno needs to just leave him and stuff and yeah if Juno wants to leave he can but he won’t because he loves Nureyev. And in this context of Nureyev blurting the “I never want to see you again” and immediately backpedaling a bit, immediately contradicting himself by staying with Juno — trying to shove him away, handle things on his own; those are all things that Juno recognizes. I’ve talked with my bestie about it how Juno’s been on this growth journey all throughout the show, and how he’s slowly coming to a better place, meanwhile Nureyev is on the slippery slope of self destruction. Juno knows these signs because he’s had the chance to look back at his own and he’s experienced them.

In the script for this episode there’s a “stage direction” talking about how Nureyev has entered his “total compartmentalization meltdown” and that is part of his reasoning for being so detached, and cold. He’s trying so hard to exert control over his life because he feels like he’s losing it — we already knew he was stressed in S3 about this (probably post Final Resting Place too ngl because no Miasma payout), and it’s just been building. Not to mention what the Dokana group has just put on him, I have a feeling they haven’t been the most forthright with information and may have been slowing down and he can feel that it’s getting too late for Slip. Nureyeg’s life is “not [his] own” and he’s been trying to exert some kind of control in his life, and Juno’s openess and love might actually be detrimental to that in his eyes.

As for Juno, he cares about Nureyev and doesn’t want him to have to go through what I suspect he knows is going to be an emotional disaster, alone. Nureyev is essentially pulling a S1 finale Juno — trying to shove the person who makes him feel a lot away in order to do things by himself because of some emotional “duty” that he thinks he has.

I think Juno knows Nureyev’s spiraling towards a break and as he even said, he cares about him, and he’s gonna be there for him.

Sorry to ramble, I just really wanted to put my two cents in on this because it — this means a lot to me —

[planetamarte]

i just realized the thing about my sonic aus is that i consider them so canon compliant that its hard for me to think of them as AUs(TM) 😭😭

[sminny-wew]

Y'know what. If I weren't aspec I would probably be bi

[missallanea-aa]

@anonymous : 😶 + Why did you turn your back on your family? (Yilna)

"Wh— I never— My family turned their backs on me!"

There is a desperation to her words : not angry at the misinterpretation of events, but hurt. After all, she had tried for all of her life to be a good daughter, a good soldier. In the end, what had been her crime? Asking questions. "I love my family. Even now. But... I couldn't stand by and watch as my siblings were hurt... and for what? What all-powerful deity could possibly need child soldiers? If I am seen as a heretic for wanting to keep Rytri from going through what I was forced to go through... then I suppose I shall forevermore be heretical."

send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse will answer

[yourstrulynobody]

[Draft] Im officially dubbing this AU "Celestial Emergency" since I just want the Celestials and Penumbras to get along man is that too hard to ask

Note: the way I post these is out of order of the timeline, but I will show the correct order eventually (sorry. I like jumping a lot :'>...)

[FAKE SAMS EP] "Sun and Eclipse's TALK"

(storyline of ep under cut)

(this fake ep is inspired by EAPS ep "ECLIPSE IS SORRY! In VRChat" :3)

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Eclipse never wouldve expected his sudden indecisiveness on wanting to leave this dimension fully—he always intended to leave this new dimension after the cure was found and made, yet when it was, Eclipse didnt feel like going back. His kids looked so happy here. How could he strip that away from them? But then comes in his promise to Solar Flare, that he'd come back once everything was complete, and in addition to that was how he made his intentions of leaving after everything clear to the Celestials.

So seeking out Terra's advice before leaving tomorrow was a mistake, a shiver that ran up Eclipse's spine when Terra said these words:

"Apologize to Sun before you leave."

...

Apologize... to Sun.

She has to be kidding.

Him being able to admit that Moon—hell, even Solar and Monty—can be smarter than him sometimes were already vomiting words he didnt know he would say. Outloud. In the same room as them.

And his capability to even mutter a half-assed apology to Cosmos didnt mean he could do the same with Sun, yet Terra insisted he could.

So here he was, welcoming himself into Moon's (was it Moon's?) House where he immediately spots Sun, settled onto the couch with his knees to his chest. He seems to have been crying for quite some time as evident by how he would wipe his eyes clear of tears.

Sun's white optics then focus on Eclipse's red ones, although the other bot appeared a bit blurry due to the tears. An uncomfortable stare between them would take over, raising the tension of the room.

Maybe he couldve done this tomorrow and not in the late evening, but no turning back now.

"..wrong timing?..." Eclipse's low voice breaks the awkward silence, drumming his fingers on his thigh.

Sun nodded, sniffling and letting out slow, shaky breaths. Whether Sun was just tired or too upset, he didnt seem to be in the mood to be aggressive with Eclipse, but he did seem to be concerned for Eclipse as he has been for a while. Why?

"H-hows the, uhm—the...." Sun leaned onto the couch, exhaling softly while he finds his words. He pulls on his rays, taking deep breaths. "The—t-the virus?.. Cure?.."

Eclipse keeps an eye on Sun while he makes his way over to the yellow bot, but hesitates to go further when he reaches the couch. He stands awkwardly beside it, his hand gripping the arm of the couch tight. "..Its been fine... Didnt Moon inform you?" His tone is rough around the edges, unable to put his defenses down despite Sun's vulnerability.

"Yeah, but I just... wanted to know for myself."

Sharp claws retract to allow numb fingertipes to claw more on the arm of the couch, and Eclipse sucks his teeth as he looks away, recognizing the worry that came from Sun despite everything Eclipse has done to him. Or maybe it was just because Sun was tiring himself being up this late.

"Why do you care?.." Eclipse grumbles, unable to control the harshness. He cursed under his breath, his fingers digging into the couch's arm further.

For a moment, silence embraces them tightly and continues to when Sun merely shrugged at the question.

"You... dont know?"

Sun shakes his head.

Eclipse blinks, his grasp on the couch releasing. How could Sun not know why? Well, in all honesty, Eclipse himself didnt know why he treated Cosmos that way before... so maybe those acts of major emotion came from Sun, leading to confusion after on why so.

"Whatever." He scoffs as he plops onto the empty spot beside Sun, his upper body forward to rest his elbows on his knees while his other pair of arms awkward crossed on his stomach.

Before the quietness would ruin their conversation, Eclipse would slip out what hes been trying to bury in his throat, words hes often had trouble saying:

"Im sorry."

A moment passed.

"For..." Eclipse groans in frustration, hanging his head lower. His rays attempt to bury themselves into his head, but they could only retract so much, so they fold around his face instead, hiding his shame. "Im sorry for everything." He practically spits out, his tone dismissive.

Sun doesnt respond to that, letting the suffocating guilt and regret overcome the two of them—Eclipse, mainly.

It felt as though he was literally being crushed by all his mistakes, forcing his bent posture to worsen. Hes spoken time and time again about how he was just like the Eclipse before and that, though he was a copy, he 'was no different from him'. But now hes starting to feel like how New Moon felt: the mistakes of your former self transferred onto you to fix. Except Eclipse's 'former self' was this recognized villian who was callous—

"Youre now the person I knew you were capable of being." Sun finally says.

Eclipse's posture straightened with his head turned to Sun, his eyes wide. His fingers grasp his pants tightly, his lips pursing as though he was trying not to do something...

"Man..." Sun smiles, his head tilted to the ground. "Moon and Monty owe me."

..but then Eclipse lets out a snort, caught off-guard by the revelation. He leans on the couch as he snickers behind his hand, trying his best to muffle his laughter to not wake anyone.

"Dammit..." he curses under his breath, laughing still.

Sun pulls his own legs closer to his chest, his rays spinning like a fan around his head in amusement. "Yeah, there kinda was—there was a bet on if youd change and all that. I remember it, but I dont know if Moon does. Monty might, but theyll deny it.

"But seriously," Sun looks over at Eclipse, his white optics so visible in the shadows, making Eclipse see how soft Sun's gaze had gotten. "Youve changed so much... but I... I-I dont know if I'll be able to forgive you at the moment, but..." The corners of his lips tug, his smile widening. "..I know I will.

"..Do you wanna have breakfast with us tomorrow morning?"

Eclipse forces down a smile and nods. "Sure. I'll take the kids with me since theyve been upset when they found out we'd be leaving soon."

A yawn escapes Sun just after he chuckles, making him sink further on the couch. "Figured as much..." His eyes fight back sleep, drifting open and close every few moments until he eventually slumps.

There was... this part of Eclipse that made him act suddenly—was it his parental instincts or a Moon thing?—though he hesitated at first; he swiftly got Sun into his arms, cradling the now sleeping bot tightly and delivered him back to his room upstairs. He found himself tucking Sun in with practiced moves—courtesy of his sons asking him to help them rest every night.

And for a moment, he takes in the scene in front of him, unsure how to react to any of it. Unsure how to take in Sun's calmer features in comparison to his usual sassy demeanour, showing a side Eclipse thought Sun left years ago.

Maybe Eclipse did have a chance of making up with them, to be their family. After all, theres no harm in expanding family... But how would everyone in the other dimension react? To realize the missing man will return home, but that home isnt with them?

[queenendless]

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A/n: THNX U ALL FOR GETTING THIS SIDE BLOG TO OVER 800 FOLLOWERS! ♥︎

Credit to @livviespixels for these graphics. I need banners, art, fanart, fanfics, and MORE for our beloved Shadow Lord PRONTO PEOPLE!

I adore this man. So damn much. But I've been all over the place. GlimmerFics but imma take a break from writing there especially cause I get emotionally crying over Jinwoo for weeks now, moody over ZZZ gacha troubles and now that's P5X. So sorry for being gone for over a month and if this fic ain't that good for my Shadowlord's greatness.

CW: Self awareness AU brief/implied. Personal issues I've dealt with this past month like emotional depression, gut pains, etc. Tickle fluff, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort.

DO NOT STEAL, PLAGARIZE, EDIT, TRANSLATE AND/OR USE FOR AI. Rather reblog, like and follow thnx u very much.

Another insomnia fueled night.

Grinding through the newest hit game that everyone has been raving about.

On your laptop, resting on the kitchen chair, as you lay on your family living room couch, earphones plugged in as you toiled away the dead of night while the rest of your relatives sleep.

Despite having made many friends and some hateful choices along the way, your selfish bias had you pining for one character in particular.

Whether as a horned skulled creature composed of human and animal bones and shadows or as a emo human twink with a passion for the role, you adore this entity. This cool dork. Your beloved Shadow Lord; Skips Shadley.

Besides, the voice sold you on the character. That particular range, richness, versatility, whether gruff and theatrical or gentle and soothing.

Unbeknownst to you, the metas this game has pulled is about to take another big leap. So you thought it was all just a dream, believing you had conked out on the couch in the midst of playing.

Betty was used to your night owl habits so she still missed you sleeping at night with her like the old days. But she appreciated it when you return to her as you sleep through the day.

You could have sought out Farya; the first aid expert might be able to treat your flared up nerve damaged limbs that could involve improving your circulation. But you doubted it, your own personal ailments being incurable.

Gaia was understanding of how you kept coming to the corner of the house most of all to see the evident shadow beneath her stand, but is appreciative of you eventually befriending her, even more because she in a sense kept watch over your favorite house dweller.

Despite the Dateviators technically being on to allow you to be able to interact with these dateable objects and concepts, you didn't feel anything on your face as you were endearingly wrapped up in the familiar cozy darkness. The sight of your chosen lover appears out of the endless dark of his domain, making himself quite visible.

"Welcome back, my dear —!" He cut himself off as he looked at you like he's seeing you for the first time. His charcoal pupils lost in a daze. His glowing yellow blush dusting his face. "You ... you're here."

That's when he noticed the emotional distress on your face as your hands press to your chest and belly, pain evident, snapping him out of it. "Penumbra? What's wrong? What happened?!"

His panic and concern layered with tenderness as he hurries over makes your heart flutter, his misty back length hair sentient as he curtains both sides of you, his moonlight glowing hands carefully raking over your form to find any sorts of physical injuries on you.

"My chest, my stomach, my gut - especially my gut - dull flares of pain! I've been emotionally overwhelmed for weeks now. Am I eating too much? Been drinking coffee a lot too. They say bad sleep can cause gut issues. Or is it just that I'm getting older now? I don't fucking know anymore!" Your blubbering puffy self, wallowing in misery, crumbled apart in Skips' startled, anxious grasp.

"Please don't cry. Pretty please?" Your sniffles smother his chest, his smoky gray scarf he uses to dab your face with, not minding it getting soiled, easily able to clean them out since his attire is composed out of darkness itself. He pat and rubbed your back in gentle circular motions, letting you get out all those pent up emotions, nuzzling his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. "There there, angel~ I've got you."

"I'd rather be a shadow at this rate!" The sudden mood shift created from your moody words had Skips looking downtrodden, his eyes hidden underneath his wispy hair, reminding him of his failed ritual in reconfiguring you. You're the one panicked now. "I'm sorry beloved. I didn't mean to — !"

"Oh really now?" That ominous tone he took gave you goosebumps; that mischievous gleam in his eyes peeking out between his wisps. "Such a particular choice of words there, my dark ally~"

His shadows envelop you as he laid you down on plush comfy padding on his floor. He morphs into his alternate monster form. His towering frame envelops your sensitive teary-eyed self, his gruff rough voice seeped with mischief. "Hmm, perhaps I can remedy this dastardly situation."

The gentle yet thorough examination his giant clawed hands gives your vulnerable body leaves you feeling giddy as you giggle and squirm in his hold. "Nohoho stahahahp~! I'm so ticklihihish~!"

"That's the whole point, love. My punishment for your choice of words is most merciful, most bountiful, and most enjoyable~! Fwa hah haha!" His gravelly, wicked cackling only adds to his tickling more.

Pinned in between his arms, he keeps you caged between the puffy floor and his boney shadow form. Squeezing and pinching your hips, kneading and rubbing both sides of your folded belly, wiggling his lone curled claw along your neck and underneath your chin.

His careful tender touch leaves your heart quaking and your nerves firing. Your upper body quakes and your legs kick out underneath him as your laughs raise a pitch higher.

“That's it, my cute penumbra. Let all your unbridled energies spill out. Become untethered and enter the void~!" His spooky drawl got a watery chortle out of you amidst your squeamish state as his boney snout nuzzles your flushed smiling face.

Despite the predicament you're currently in, you hadn't remembered the last time you laughed. Days came and went in depressing sobbing episodes. It felt so long since you last felt elated. Could that be why he's doing this?

"To bare witness to the sight of you in the flesh ... your adorable real self~ I'm honored." His deep voice rumbles richly, his crinkled eyes sockets bore into your squeezed shut eyelids, his curling grin with boney teeth grows to match your own.

His words are nearly lost on you through the tingling, overwhelming high. All of him gets to you. His attention, his touch, both sides to him, you thrived off it all.

He releases you after a bit longer, letting you breathe, ghostly tickles still racking your curled up form as tired giggles slip out of you. His form reverted back to his human coil, brushing your hair away from your face, cradling your bright warm cheek, doting pecks on the tip of your nose, in between your brows, your forehead.

"I enjoy tickling your heart quite fiercely, my dear human. Especially if it helps you smile again." His shadows returned, this time however, to massage and caress your abdomen, your hips, your chest. Working out the stiff kinks. "To think this is how I'm actually seeing you for the first time."

You finally had your head clear from the ticklish overlay, finally able to ask about it between your pleased sighs and thankful hums. "What are you talking about?"

"I've always seen you on the other side of the screen whenever you play the game. So how ... how are you are here? Then again, lots of weirder shit goes on in this house so this shouldn't be so surprising. But even so," His yellow blushed paired with his lovesick smile made your toes curl and your heart race. "I'm actually meeting you face to face. And you're lovely."

You flush bashfully as he cradles you in his arms now, having you draped over his lap as you play with his scarf and his long shadowy hairlocks tickle your face when you decide to get it all off your chest.

"I'm so tired, Skips. Of feeling all this pain. Of being alone. Of not having anything worth living for back home. I don't want this to be a dream. I don't want to go back either. I want to stay here. I want you. If I have to Realize you to make you human so we can be together, I'll do it." Your rambled words seep with worry, anxiety, hope and need.

"I'm all too familiar with the negative nosedives." His own face nuzzles yours, his arms embrace you, holding onto you, both of you serving as each other's anchor. "You've accepted my true self. You chose me ... all of me. How could I not accept all of you in return?"

His whole being envelop you, submerging you in that tingly cozy warmth that soothes away the cramps, the dull aches within, and the emotional weight that pooled in your mind and your heart. "I'd be honored if you do Realize me. Being human with you, seeing this world for ourselves, or even just staying here in this house together, I want to be with you too, more than anything."

His shadows formed pillows and comfy bedding, laying you down with him joining you, facing you, but keeping you in his arms still. "Until then, you can sleep during the day and I'll watch over you until we can hang out at night. I'll make sure the silverfish don't bother you when you're sleeping."

Your eyes ripple up at him, swelling with hope. "Really?"

He blushed harder, smile dopey like, as his nose brushes yours. "You're a denizen of my realm now. And the Shadow Lord treats his darling penumbra with the most endearment."

You melt in his grasp, taking in his scent, relishing being in his grasp. "Thank you." His darkness made you feel so safe, easing down your sleep anxieties, nuzzling his chest in response to that. "I'll think of you always throughout my days." When you sleep through the daytime, dreaming of seeing him again.

"And I of you, through and beyond my nights." He followed you up, repeating your love lines to each other, humming deeply at how perfect. "Is it alright if I call you by your real name too?" Your sweet nod, your gentle whispering close to his face, made it all the more sweeter when he spoke your name at last with his cute smile. "Y/n L/n. You've made me the happiest I've been in a long time."

"And so have you." Your arms hugged his slim waist, your knees brush his peeking through his ripped tight pants, and your feet brushed his black boots. You just can't get enough of him. He is really truly yours.

"I love you, my beloved dummy."

"I love you too, my angelic dork."

And you're his. You're the Shadow Lord's now. Sharing a kiss or two ... or many pecks and hips and smooches as his shadows keep you both comfy as you two curled up together, intimacy setting the mood.

You'd take his loving darkness over the lonely light, always.

[filmtv2022]

The Mirror

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/The Void x Reader

The reader was experimented on like Bob and was given an earlier version of the serum. Her powers are very similar to his own, but with the potential for less control and/or strength in certain areas.

Story: Okay, so the general idea here is that Bucky found the reader wandering around Malaysia while on a political trip. Worried about what her presence could mean for the future of the world, he brought her back to the US, promising her safety and help figuring out the gaps in her memory. When the events of Thunderbolts take place, she is still living within her self-imposed prison, fearing what she might do to others as control of her powers remains out of reach. When the Void descends upon the city, she is not safe from its effects. Trapped at the beginning of her darkest memory, she soon feels a familiar presence. Leaning into it, she finds herself once again in Bob's arms, only this time she is lost in the depths of her own power and illness. Only the steadiness of his being can save her from herself.

Warnings: memories of human experimentation, death (temporary), the reader has track marks on her arms from drug use.

A/N: Okay! So y'all know I love Lewis Pullman, and that man kicked ass in Thunderbolts*. I have been itching to write for these characters since I watched the movie. I hope you guys like this, and if ya do (and/or I feel like), I might add more about these two as they figure out life together. I think there is the potential for some good stuff to happen! As always, I apologize for any mistakes!

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A blackness, vacant of life and all encompassing, crawled across the city. It stole, leaving nothing of note in its wake. It seeped into every corner, quiet and gentle in its demeanor. The peace of its presence was in direct contradiction to the fear that came before and after it found its mark. Those trapped in its clutches found nothing but the terror of their darkest moments. 

There was no time. No amount of superhuman ability could close the distance that separated you and them quickly enough. Besides, there was no telling what consequences would be waiting for you and the others if you decided to give in to the nagging pit that desired to swallow you whole. It would be the only way, and even then… success was not the likely outcome. 

So there you stood, watching from behind the glass walls of the prison you had chosen for yourself. You welcomed the inevitable. A slow, shaky breath filled your lungs as your heart thudded in double time. The edges of the shadow grew closer, and with it, something new crept in alongside its emptiness, a familiarity. Jumbled in the pitch-black depths, you felt it, a presence that itched the back of your mind. It was foreign and familiar in equal measures, like a memory that sat just out of reach. One you were dying to recover, but that remained hidden… barely out of sight and yet hundreds of miles away. 

With trembling fingers, you reached for it, greeting the penumbra. The void inched closer, brushing along your skin, sensing, feeling for the breadth of a second before stealing you for itself. A chill settled into your bones as a blinding white light pierced your vision. The crinkle of paper beneath filled your ears with each tremor that wracked your body. Sweat poured from your skin, coating your already slick skin. The beating of your heart ran wild, matching the rhythmic beeps of the machine nearby.

Shallowing wheezing gasps began to drown out the rest of the chaos. Worried voices slipped under the sound of your struggle. A bolt of electricity raced down your spine, tensing your muscles until they had nothing left to give. The pain that had floated around the edges returned in full force. Your lungs spasmed, the lack of oxygen was enough to send you arching in a desperate plea for more. Spams took control of your limbs, and with each one, the pounding in your head rocketed to new heights. Nothing existed beyond the agony.

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Seconds bled into minutes, minutes into what felt like hours. There was no end in sight. Tears streamed in heavy lines down your cheeks, burning the already sensitive skin. The floor of your borrowed room was cool against your brow as you crumpled into a heap, your arms braced around your neck and ears, trying to block out the echo of your own screaming. Waves of unchecked power reverberated in the space around you, melting into the shadows that poured from your body. A blackness deeper than midnight had crept over your skin, draining it of all color. There was no sign of the bright and lovely person you had once been left to see. The sight was beautiful and terrifying, but most of all, it was barren of all humanity. 

You couldn't be sure when the world returned to its normal state. Light had flooded the room, but you felt none of it. The warmth of its rays disappeared into your silhouette, creating a hollow of your outline curled up on the floor. Distant voices drew closer before coming to a screeching halt as their owners took in your appearance. Silence descended upon the room, filling the gaps with a heaviness that could not be accurately described. 

Bucky was the first to test the waters, taking a hesitant step in your direction. With each footfall, he watched and waited for any sign of impending danger. Finding nothing, he closed the distance and knelt beside you, his hand outstretched, uncertain of what physical touch could bring. Your name tumbled from his lips over and over, calling for you, begging you to pull you back from the edge, but nothing changed. It was only as more voices entered the fray that the atmosphere began to shift… but not for the better. 

Yelena's raspy pleas fell on deaf ears, bouncing off the cage that kept you from reality. She joined Bucky beside you. Her calloused hands traced the outlines of darkness that thrummed around you. The lights in the room surged as she attempted to touch you, sending her hand flying back as though she had been shocked. 

“Fuck! What the hell are we supposed to do now?” She grimaced through the pain that lanced up her arm. 

“I have no idea,” Bucky admitted, nearly breathless. The team looked to one another, each hoping the others would have some grand idea on how to fix this situation. 

“She feels…” Bob's words were shaky and barely audible. All eyes fell to him as he took a cautious step in your direction. With each one, he could feel the other part of himself screaming in the back of his mind. He shook his head, trying without success to clear the vicious wailing from the recesses of his mind. But right alongside the panic was something he hadn't expected… comfort. The closer he came, the more the feeling grew. Your presence seemed to caress him, and though he didn't know it, the feeling was mutual. 

With each step Bob drew you closer to the surface, giving you enough strength to command the body that had once belonged to you. His lithe, but sturdy frame came to a halt just in front of you. Unsure of how to proceed, he dropped to his knees, nodding for Yelena and Bucky to move away. The pair caught each other's eyes before giving in to the request. And it was then, free of their weight and with Robert knelt before you, that things snapped back into place. 

You moved with preternatural ease, your shoulders back and spine straight. Sitting on your knees, your head cocked to the side as if you were assessing the man before you with critical care, animal on the hunt. Pinpricks of light took the place of your gentle eyes. Their normal color was replaced by a glowing crimson that seemed to flicker like a flame caught in a breeze. Moving languidly, you reached for him, your fingertips caressing the column of his neck and stealing the air from his lungs. There was an audible gasp in the room as the other waited to see what was going to happen. They could feel the thin ice threatening to crack under the weight of this moment. 

The feeling of his warm skin against the hollowness of your shadow sent you heaving. Your body curled in on itself as memories of the past once again flooded your mind, though these were somehow worse than the moments you'd felt before. Bob moved with you, hauling you into his arms as he tried to keep you upright. A horrid realization washed over him, churning the bile in his empty stomach.

The pair of you clung to each other, unrelenting as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. An inky darkness crept over him at the places where you held him tight. It leeched its way over his flesh, rendering him incapable of breaking the bond, even if he had wanted to retreat from its grasp. 

A new memory flooded his mind, one that was entirely unknown to him, and the sight of it sent chills down his spine. It was night, the only light that could be found poured into the festering alley from the far-off streetlights. Rain fell in heavy curtains, soaking the trash-infested ground with a stinking mix of dirt, rot, and vomit. And there you were, crumpled in a heap alongside the mounds of garbage that were just waiting to be collected. Discarded. Forgotten. Irrelevant. 

The sound of his heartbeat in his ears blocked out the incessant buzz of life in the city just beyond. His feet splashed in the puddles as he made his way to you. Standing just beside your broken body, he took in the scene around him. Fresh vomit coated your lips and ground beneath your cheek. Your skin was devoid of color, as if life had been drained from you once and for all. He'd have thought you were dead were it not for the shallow rise and fall of your chest. His eyes raked over your frame, and what he discovered was more devastating than he could have ever imagined. 

Soaked to the bone, the dull bluish-green of the tattered scrubs that covered your body was dark, and did little to protect you from the wicked chill that settled in this long-forgotten space. There were angry red rings around your wrists as if you'd been restrained, though not peaceably. And last but not least, were the faint silvery lines that littered your bare arms. Evidence of a past that had unfurled much the same as his. 

Seeing you like this overwhelmed him. The knot in his chest tightened as he knelt down to brush away the errant strands of hair that clung to your damp brow. Tears flooded his vision, making it difficult to keep you in focus, but he didn’t care. Tenderly, he traced your features, letting his fingertips fall to your neck where he felt for the beating of life beneath your skin. Bob stayed like this, waiting, watching, keeping you company as life slowly faded away. He felt the pulse of your heart slow before finally stopping altogether. 

The last pitiful breath rattled from your lungs as you let go of the world. Bob expected the loop to begin again, and when it didn't, panic started to bubble low his stomach. This wasn't right, this wasn't how it worked. His chest began to heave, his breathing was shallow and fast. Terrified of what this could mean, he stumbled backwards, tripping on a hidden bump in the ground before falling to his knees. Filthy water soaked into the fabric of his pants, turning their golden color and putrid brown. From this new vantage point, he watched, waiting for the cycle to start anew, but the moment never came. 

Time seemed to pass unchecked. The rain filled deep in the cracked concrete in which you had been discarded. Exhausted and chilled to the core, Bob leaned against the rusted side of a large garbage can, his eyes never leaving you. Rain washed over his flushed skin, trailing down his forehead and catching on his lashes. He watched and listened for any sign of change, but nothing came. His own thoughts flickered between you and memories of his own, of nights spent in places far too similar to this, alone and terrified of what would come with the break of day. 

The shift was subtle at first. Shadows grew dimmer, darker than what existed in reality. The small amount of light that had managed to filter into the recesses of the alley was choked out, leaving behind a sense of nothingness, as if life would be unable to survive within its confines. Bob watched in awe as the inky blackness descended upon you, crawling up your skin and replacing its normal hue with something supernatural. 

A steady thrum of energy bounced off the walls, but it was what he saw next that nearly stopped his heart. From the heap on the ground, he watched as your eyes flew open, a reddish flow hovered in the darkness where there had been nothing just moments before. Even in this pit of shadow, he could see as you peeled yourself from the ground and stood to full height. Your first step was stilted as if your body was no longer your own, but with each footfall, you moved with increasing power. 

Readying himself to follow you, Bob stood from his spot when he felt you surround him. Like a vice, your power snapped into place, throwing him back against the brick. He could feel you around his neck, squeezing the air from his body. He reached for you, pleading with his eyes for you to let him go. The closer you came, the heavier the weight dropped, as did the certainty of death. 

Just a mere foot from him, you stopped. Your chin lifted as you met his gaze for the first time, and it was dreadful. The pressure on his throat released instantly, sending his hands flying up to his neck as if he could undo what had just been done, but the sound of your voice stopped him in his tracks. 

“It's you.” There was nothing kind in your words, but there was also no threat. Bob flinched as you reached for him. The outline of what should have been your hand brushed along his cheek, stealing the warmth from his skin. “It's you.” 

You repeated yourself, quieter, hardly more than a whisper. Bob nodded his head, his own voice hoarse as he replied. “It's me. I'm here. I'm here.” 

This time, he reached for you, pushing back the fear that threatened to keep him away. His palm was clammy as he held your cheek, forcing you to look at him as he continued to speak. “It's me, you're not alone. Come back to me, come back to me.”  

Your hands fell to your sides as if all the strength had drained from your body. He could feel you buckle under his grasp, and without thinking, he hauled you close, dropping to the ground with you. His fingers tangled in your hair, but his own strength made light work of your dead weight in his arms. With a feather-light grace, Bob brought you to his front, your legs across his lap as your shoulder bit into his chest. Your head drooped forward, but you were still conscious. He could feel you twist the fabric of his hoodie in your fist, grounding yourself as he whispered reassurances over and over again against the shell of your ear. 

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Suddenly, a white light burst over the scene. As it faded, the unforgiving landscape of the city was replaced by the comforting room he'd left behind, which felt like ages ago. He could feel you in his arms, your weight the same as before, only the chill that had permeated from you like a winter storm had been replaced by an unending stream of heat. He could feel your sweat-damp skin where it met his bare hands. 

The same words that tumbled from his lips in the memory continued to slip into reality. There he swayed on his knees, rocking with you, holding you as if he could glue your broken pieces back together through sheer willpower. The others were still there, only now they hovered around the room, ready to dive into action in case the situation devolved into something darker and more dangerous. 

No longer did shadow consume you. The radiant glow of your skin had returned, despite the sheen of sweat that piled on your brow; life had begun to bloom. As you inched toward waking, you tucked your face deeper into his chest, and Bob had done nothing to stop you. Instead, he followed in kind, burying his face in your hair, letting the scent of you flow all around him. 

“It's okay, it's okay, it's okay…” Bob kept going, never letting silence settle in around you, for he knew that the nightmares were always there, waiting to drag you back under. Yelena was the first to break from her place along the wall. Slowly, guarding her movements, she settled into the space beside Bob. 

“You knew each other.” It wasn't so much a question as a statement of truth. Her gentle touch pushed back the messy strands that spilled over your face. 

“mmm-hmm.” His lips pressed to your temple, begging for the courage to speak. “We were at the lab together. I thought… I thought she'd-”. Bob's voice shattered, his words stolen by the emotions that welled in his chest. Wanting to continue, he cleared his throat, shaking away the vice that tightened there. 

“They threw her out… like, like trash. Left her to die.” Bob's broad hands hauled you impossibly closer, “They just dumped her there… they took from… they-they-”. He faltered, unable to find the right words for what he was feeling. The vision of you lying there, rain-soaked and clinging to life, was far too much for him to handle. 

Yelena could see his thoughts break as tears began to flow freely. Her words were tentative, testing the water. “She's here now, you both are.” She tenderly cupped his cheek, pulling him to look at her, “You're safe. No one's going to take her from you, not again.” 

Robert nodded weakly, too broken to speak. Worry for you remained at the forefront of his mind, but there was another fear that hung like a snare at the back of his mind. The vague memory of a shadowed figure lurked behind a hazy fog. It was similar to what he'd witnessed in your consciousness, and yet utterly unique.

Its outline was taller, broader, and its eyes were icy and cruel. The monster hid just behind the barrier, but Bob could feel him gnawing at the bars of his fragile cage. It was as if he was desperate to get to you, to hold you, to keep you for himself. There was a knowing between the void that clambered to consume him and the miracle of a woman he held in his arms. And for all he seemed to be missing, Bob knew one thing for certain: he would never again give you up.  

[nightfurmoon]

HIGHLIGHTS FROM ALAN ITURIEL'S TWITCH STREAM ON DEC 5 2024

The show is a co-production between AI animation and now Warner, the rights to the show are owned by Alan, they have been in talks with Warner to be able to continue the show. It's a matter of patience to see the continuation of the show

3 Villainous spin-offs are being worked on/planned, exclusive on AI Animation's YouTube channel! All 3 will deal with stories that Alan really likes, 1 of the spin-offs is already being worked on and is in the animation stage but he can't show anything yet

Miss Heed's book is also being worked on.

On November 9th Alan will be at a book signing, there the trailer for the audio book of Black Hat's completely harmless book will be shown and an AXO video game is being developed, the first AI animation video game.

Q&A Section:

Will Flug and Heed meet again? Alan: It's possible… What is your favorite chapter? Alan: It's very difficult to choose one, I like them all. I like the wrestling one because it represents Mexico and the Heed one because it begins to cover part of Flug's history. How is Penumbra and Curie? Alan: Good! One is bald and the other is not What will happen to the characters' Instagram accounts? Alan: There are plans with the accounts but we haven't been able to do much yet, but you should keep an eye on Miss Heed's account because her book is coming and with some other updates Will Black Hot be back? Alan: YES, he will be back Will we see Flug's airplane suit from episode 6 again? Alan: Yes! But to see it you'll have to be very attentive, I just can't reveal in which chapter you'll see it again Are you going to adapt more myths and legends like that of the black charro? Alan: Yes, I would like to adapt more myths or legends Will we see more of King Cassino, Cricket or any other character from the comics? Alan: Yes! There are plans for King Cassino, not so much for Cricket because he is an agent but we can do something. Would you like to see the characters in the Warner Bros. Multiversus video game? Alan: Yes, I would love to, I would like Demencia to be in the game Will we see more of Creepy Charlie? Alan: Yes! Apparently many liked her so we plan to bring her back

When will we see Flug's face? Alan: I haven't even seen it yet, because Black Hat would punish me. Will we see more about the mafia groups of Risky Heist? Alan: Yes, now that you know them we can tell more about them Miss Valdoom and King Cassino know each other and are they related? Alan: They are not related, but they know each other because of the rivalry between mafias. How far along is Miss Heed's book? Alan: I can't say! What other series would you like to do a Crossover with Villains? Alan: There are many series that I would like to do a Crossover with, but part 2 of the Crossover with Victor and Valentino is still pending

Alan could you put background OC's for the series? Alan: We've discussed that idea, but we haven't decided yet. How many seasons do you have in mind for villains? Alan: There is no season estimate for the show yet because we are looking for ways to complete each character's arc (Alan estimates that Miss Heed's arc could last 2 seasons) Would you like to do a Villains movie? Alan: Yes I would! Who are your favorite supporting characters at the time of writing? Alan: On the hero side it's G-LO, his story is my favorite and on the villain side it's Illuminarrow, she's so much fun to write. Which characters are canonically attractive? Alan: It could be Sunblast and Miss Heed, but who is not canonically attractive is Gold Heart. What was your inspiration for King Cassino? Alan: Classic mobsters, like "The Godfather" Have you ever dreamed about your characters? Alan: Yes, but it's weird because I've only dreamed about Black Hat the puppet. Which characters from the series that haven't been cosplayed yet would you like to see? Alan: G-Lo I've only come across one girl with that cosplay, King Cassino, although I think it would be difficult, and Illuminarrow, although the point is that those who do it want to do it.

Do you want to make a Villainous game? Alan: Yes we want to make a Villainous game but we have to finish Axo Runner first, we will play it before it comes out live.

Credit to Navy on twitter for making the thread in Spanish, I just translated it. Source below!

[dannydoesthisthing27]

Milo greer takes his mother to lunch once a week

Milo greer has a collection of candid photos of everyone close to him. His favorites are the ones of Darlin' and David, Sam and Sweetheart, Sweetheart, and Marie. Not many people know about the pictures, but sometimes he'll be seen looking at his phone with a soft smile and warm eyes (I got the idea for this one from @penumbra-mayhem )

Milo Greer, who makes a lot of food when people are around, because he knows what it's like when you need to ration food "nobodies going hungry on his watch"

Milo Greer that was so relieved when he found out Darlin' had come home, only to feel dreads cold hands wrap around his throat again, bearing the name Quinn Fox

Milo Greer (practically the entire pack does it at this point) telling his people to drive safe because he knows how unpredictable life can be

Milo Greer who still mourns the relationship he had with his father when he was young. He grieves for the man his father used to be since he knows that he will never be able to let himself give trust to that man again

Milo Greer spending at least one day a month deep cleaning the whole house so he can decompress and slow down (and then inevitably get distracted by Sweetheart)

Milo Greer having long conversations with Darlin' about their wolves and the connection they have to magic. The two of them shifting and going on a run together alone for the first time since they came back to town. Milo telling them, that at the end of the day its their choice what they want to do. He'll be there for then as long as they'll let him

Milo 'loverboy' Greer getting pulled in by the waist by Sweetheart before he leaves for work. Sweetheart pulling a page from his book and making a whole deal of loving up on him before he goes because he tried to leave without kissing them goodbye (he doesn't even have shoes on)

Milo 'young man' Greer helping his Ma move things from her apartment into a real home for once. Marie being caught off guard by how much he really does look like Colm, and her heart hurting that she makes the association since he's forever more than the man he used to call father. Milo knowing that she does, and giving her a small smile in an effort to see hers. Milo promising her that she doesnt have to worry about what happened before happening again. He learned from his fathers mistakes, and he will never be like that with his family ( @dahlia-tourism-board inspired this one with the 'you look like your father' story)

Milo 'lo' Greer playing with the pack kids and that being one of the only times he's not upset about being disheveled. The pack kids loving his wolf because they're still in awe of the fact that their family can turn into animals. Milo proud of the fact that he's someone that the kids feel comfortable enough around to laugh, play, and sleep around

Milo 'mahlow' Greer hanging out with Sam while they wait for their mates to finish sparring. Sam asking Milo how to cook some of his favorite recipes so that he can make them for Darlin

Milo 'big man' Greer arguing with Baaabe over something stupid like the number of jelly beans in a bag or the proper way to fold towels. Baaabe only started calling him that after they confirmed it was ok. The first time it happened was an accident while they were playing smash and their eyes got so wide afterwards that it made Milo laugh. It doesn't bother him

Milo Greer, who feels at home when he has Sweetheart in his arms. Milo who isn't afraid to let himself feel anymore, because he knows tears won't get him yelled at. Milo who accepts his shortcomings because he knows now that failure doesn't automatically come with a punishment

Milo Greer who knows what it means to be truly loved