#she webseries

[spydere]

The more I look at it the worse it gets.

FROM THE WEBSERIES PARAHUMANS ONLINE.

[aruliart]

Vicky

[t4tails]

i dont know much about her other than the basics but i do like the idea of jessica cruz a lot. a green lantern whos bravery comes from her being so so so scared all the time and somehow still managing to leave her house. shes so real

[ranmagender]

Angel Gabby has arrived

[miraculousbohemian]

*sees a nat gif that's completely non-carmilla related* *whisper shouts* gaaaaaay

[randomwriteronline]

Pohatu liked the cold.

Pohatu liked the heat too, to some degree.

But he liked the cold better.

Pohatu didn't know if he liked him because he liked the cold, or if he liked the cold because he liked him.

It could have been both; he didn't know.

What Pohatu did know was that he very much did not like the dark.

It hadn't always been like that.

It hadn't always been that bad.

Pohatu could hardly remember much from before he had crashed on Okoto from the sky, but he was certain he hadn't always been so afraid of the dark. He was certain, at some point, to have liked it to some degree: to have gladly traversed it without fear or with greater purpose, and to have associated it at least in part with something friendly, someone nice.

But he could not remember that.

What he could remember was the pitch dark, and a trusted hand clamped around his own tight. Just Pohatu and him, in an endless abyss.

They had both been scared, of course. But they were together.

They would have made it through.

Then suddenly, after ages of wandering in the complete black, the hand had slipped away from Pohatu's grip, never to be found again; and he had cried out for him, over and over, telling him it wasn't the time for jokes like these, and that he thought he didn't like this kind of humor anyways. He had cried out a name he couldn't remember anymore until his voice had turned hoarse, and he had reached out everywhere in the darkness in the hopes of finding that cold palm again: nobody had ever answered.

When Pohatu had stopped calling for him, everything had been quiet.

Quiet, and not cold.

It had always been cold, while he was here.

Always a little bit cold, and it had comforted him.

But now it was only quiet.

Quiet, and not cold.

Pohatu had started being afraid that something, in the dark, had taken him.

Pohatu had started being afraid that something, in the dark, would have taken him too.

"What are you waiting for?" Tahu asked. Pohatu was standing at the entrance of the tunnel, turned towards the hole they'd fallen through instead of following Onua as he lumbered down their only way out. "Do you hear something? Someone following us?"

"Not yet. But I'm staying here," the Toa of Stone replied softly. "I'll cover your back. Keep threats from catching up to you."

"Alone?" his Earth brother's concerned question came from deeper into the darkness.

"You'd never make it like that," Gali argued: "We've managed to handle the obstacles in this city only by working together. Leaving you alone might turn into a death sentence."

"As it almost did for Lewa," Kopaka added. His piqued tone gained an indifferent shrug from the object of his disapproval.

Pohatu stood still: "I can handle it."

"You aren't scared of the dark, are you, now?" Lewa's voice creeped up on his shoulder like a Skull Spider; within it, he could hear a mischievous grin.

He turned around, growling: "Be quiet."

Had he had any less self control, the Toa of Jungle's laugh would have ended abruptly with a fist harder than stone against his teeth.

"He is!" the nimble fighter cackled, a palm over his mask's sockets as though he could not look at his brother without being overwhelmed by the hilarity of the situation: "He truly is scared! Gloomy, fearless Pohatu is scared! This is too much!"

Nowhere near as amused as him, Gali hit him over the head with the blunt end of her trident and almost sent him sprawling on the ground. When she turned towards the Toa of Stone, her eyes told him very clearly that she was not going to entertain any more arguments on whether or not he would be left to hold the defense on his own: "Come along now."

"I said-" Pohatu tried, calling upon every ounce of his stubborness.

"And I said," she stopped him immediately - eroding his futile attempt at imposing himself over her will like a raging river smooths the rocks of its bed into inoffensive pebbles - "That, just to avoid the unsavory possibility of a large swarm of who-knows-what catching you alone here and your heroic sacrifice to keep them at bay leaving us one Toa short, you'll come along now."

Her tone left no room for rebuttals.

With a sigh that sounded more like a growl, her brother turned and followed Onua into the bowels of his element.

"Don't worry," he heard the kind giant reassure him quietly: "We'll keep you safe."

Pohatu would have snarled something much more incredibly nasty at him despite being somewhat aware of his good intentions if he hadn't been so focused on how quickly the light behind them was disappearing the more they walked, and by the time he properly processed the mortifyingly gentle words they were too far along for him to think of any sort of retort amidst his building panic.

It was dark.

Very, very dark.

Almost as dark as back then.

Almost as dark as where he'd lost the hold on that hand.

Pohatu hoped he wasn't heaving loud enough for the others to hear.

If he had turned to look around he would have seen the weak lights of their eyes only barely, not even bright enough to make out anything past the sockets of their masks; but if he had, his own eyes would have given away that he'd moved his head to look somewhere that wasn't simply ahead, and the others would have had no doubts in regards to just how nervous and uneasy he felt at that moment, and he had already decided he had been humiliated enough today to last him the rest of his lifetime, however long that would have been.

So he stared forward, into the dark emptiness that could have stolen him away without a trace at any moment, trying not to breathe too hard, so tense he could have snapped in half.

He needed to think of something else.

Something, anything else.

He thought of him.

Maybe he was here.

Somewhere in the dark.

Maybe, if Pohatu remembered his name and called for him now, loud enough, he would have finally answered.

Maybe he would have rushed over and grabbed his hand, chastising him - where in the name of Jxqx Krf were you? Did you want to scare me like that time in Hl-Txef, while we were looking for your Exr? If you were trying to make me grieve you in front of Qroxdx Lkbtx again, I'm going to freeze you into a cube - taking him away from all of this, away, somewhere cold and comforting and familiar, and Pohatu would have laughed bitterly despite himself and would have screamed that he hadn't let go, you left me there, alone and scared and in the dark, and maybe he would have yelled that everything had been changing so fast and he'd been all he'd had left that was still at least a little solid to hang onto and when he'd left him there he'd been terrified, and if he had changed it had been to be more like him, because nothing used to seem to hurt him and if he'd been anything closer to how cold and steady and rigid he had been then he would have had to survive somehow, no matter what, and then they would have argued more because they had both been so scared and worried, and then they would have made up and they would have gone out in the sun and Pohatu would have seen his face again and remembered him properly.

Maybe something could have pretended to be him.

Maybek, like that, it could have lured him away into the dark.

A horrible choked sound echoed weakly through the tunnel.

By the time the Toa had grouped tighter together against the unseen threat, Pohatu realized it had come from his own mouth.

He did not mention that.

They waited a moment, each with their backs to those of the others; then somebody (he could not tell who, he was too mortified) said: "Let's go," and they all moved again, walking closer to each other. Just in case.

Maybe it was for the better, in the end, because Pohatu inexplicably felt a little more at ease.

It could not be because he was sorrounded by people who cared for his well-being: at least as far as he told himself, he would have rather they'd left him alone back there, because the thought of being coddled like this when he was meant to be a mighty warrior was shaming him all the way down to his bones.

No, he realized with genuine surprise as he wracked his brain to figure this mystery out. It was not the numbers, or the unity; it was the temperature.

It was... Cold.

A gentle cold.

Emitted like one might emit warmth.

From somewhere at his side, near his arm.

Unconsciously, he leaned further into the chill until he softly bumped into a shoulder.

He waited.

Nothing happened.

No cold palm grabbing his hand.

No cold voice chastising him for running off.

Pohatu kept walking, limb brushing against the cold arm at every step, eyes never turning towards it, breathing a little more normally, feeling a little less panicked.

Kopaka had no idea why the Toa of Stone was suddenly so close to him, and he wasn't sure if asking would have gotten himself snarled at or simply knocked out; but through their contact he felt the other's shoulders mellow slightly, heard his footsteps turn a little less stiff as he exhaled softly in what seemed to be relief; so, as he leaned slightly against him without being shoved off, he decided that if his brother needed this at the moment he would not have dreamed of taking it away from him.

His power was a shield, after all, was it not?

And a shield needs not to be asked: it simply protects.

[magentagalaxies]

shoutout to my therapist literally looking up the "kids in the hall" tag on tiktok during our session today

[hershelwidget]

IT'S EMMA ANGST HOURS

you know, I've written an awful lot of female/feminine characters that are treated harshly or without respect from their male/masculine counterparts. Emma is probably the biggest example of this, where she, the "only girl" in her Gup group, is often scolded like she's a child or protected from the outside world because she's too "fragile" and "weak". boy I sure hope this doesn't mirror past experiences i've had as someone who's grown up as a girl and OH WAIT IT DOES

The most tragic part of it is, no matter how much Emma tries to hold her own, she's just not able to get to that level of independence that other characters like Rosemary and Polly have, or hell, even Dashi and Tweak from the actual source material

Emma's the most held-back character I've probably ever written, period, and ESPECIALLY the most held-back lady

She's held down by her own self-confidence some of the time, but most of that is direct result of the constant misogyny, babying, and general disrespect by the people she's closest to. Regardless of if them mean it or not, it's still disrespect

[tunapesto]

_(:3」∠)_

[jayandfreakybob]

uhhh remember when me from a few months ago said that Cassidy sucked ballcheeks and that I really hated her and stuff like that??

when let’s just say she’s now my favourite character in BS.

[milfbrainrot]

i think that lesbian webseries i watched when i was like 15 about a lesbian who had a very drunken one night stand with some frat boy himbo and accidentally got pregnant from it became too much of a blueprint for how i play with fictional character dolls

[blondemadona]

Everyone can have their obsession with whatever and move on but Carmilla will forever hold a place in my heart

[virtualdimensionsss]

ok at long last im finally watching carmilla……. and like its def not perfect and you can definitely feel the made ten years ago energy but holy shit!!!!!!!!!! carmilla’s voice and energy and everything is like 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 WHERE DID THEY FIND HER.

[azuzula]

so when i was a kid we’d always rent the monster high: ghoul spirit game for the wii where you basically do tasks for the characters under the guise of being a new student there and i recently found a totally legal way to play the ds port and i am reviving my own nostalgia

behold: my gorgon gal, pythonie

[inverse-problem]

"into the blue again"

ultrakill sketch request from anonymous - mirage dressed as ena (from the webseries of the same name)

[miraculousbohemian]

Danny, Laura and Carmilla doing some toxic yuri shit:

Theo: for the love of GOD GET THE FUCKING BOOK, WE DIDN'T COME HERE TO SOLVE YOUR LOVE LIFE, LAWRENCE!