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THE MCU WAS ALLUDING TO SO MUCH AND IT SEEMS TO HAVE FAILED ME.
I don't want more Avengers movies. I want something NEW in the X-Men and Young Avengers that the stories have been ALLUDING TO THIS WHOLE TIME.
#ms marvel âit looks like a mutantionâ *x-men theme*#the marvels âdid you think you were the only kid superhero in the worldâ#the marvels BEAST INTRODUCTION#AND YET#Whoever said that Deadpool & Wolverine implies/sets up a ton for the MCU was LYING#Good movie? Yes. Alludes to more things? No#My hopes were SO HIGH regarding Avengers vs X-Men and Young Avengers#sdcc#sdcc2024#san diego comic con#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#mcu#x-men#young avengers#avengers vs x men#marvel what are you doing#what is the point of buying all of those Fox rights just for cameos#deadpool and wolverine
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Greetings and Salutations,
And welcome to The House of Slayter. Iâm Your Host, Fang, and Iâll be your guide through your Fandom Fantasies. So buckle in as I take you down your path of choosingâŠ
Pick Your Poison:
Slashers/Horror
Harry Potter-Verse
Spider-Verse
MCU
DC Comics
Gotham (TV Show)
Criminal Minds
NCIS
Baulderâs Gate 3
The Vampire Diaries-Verse
The Lost Boys
Teen Wolf
Hannibal
IZombie
Adventure Time
Twilight
An: Will continue to update the list as I join more fandoms.
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Beetie đ: @ajarofpickledtears
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My Queenđ: @oceansrose2002
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#fang rambles#introduction#fandom writer#slashers#Harry Potter#fantastic beasts#marvel#MCU#dc comics#batfam#spider verse#criminal minds#ncis#bg3#baulderâs gate 3#the originals#the vampire diaries#the lost boys#teen wolf#twilight#hannibal lecter#adventure time#izombie
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My personal opinion
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Marvel Writers: Hank McCoy/Beast is irredeemable. He is a despicable villain. The version you will see in the upcoming comics is a clone of himself with only up to his mid-1980s memories/portrayal. If original Beast does come back, it will still be as a villain and he can never come back to the original team as a hero. He has no one to blame but himself.
#xmen#x men spoilers#justice for hank mccoy#justice for beast#justice for moira mactaggert#and donât get me started on professor charles xavier#is he sketchy as heck?#yes#does it make sense for him to butt heads with his own students as they grow into their own? yes#does it make sense that he kills rachel summers and that apparently the idea and goal for the x-men wasnât his original idea after all#marvel comics will tell you yes#this is why i like aus#current comic storyline and character journeys exhaust me in a bad way#hank mccoy#the beast#moira mactaggert#charles xavier#professor x#professor xavier#spoilers#just my opinion#but#i consider the krakoa arc to be one of the worst arcs to happen for the X-Men and Marvel in general#i also roll my eyes whenever marvel and dc comics insist on a current change/retcon being officially PERMANENT and unchangeable#because thatâs when you know they are being so stubborn to make the changed thing work#but wind up limiting themselves in terms of smooth story arcs and character growth#friendly reminder that them flip flopping over Jean Greyâs actions and death resulted in the most memorable and iconic introductions to#The Phoenix Force#which then has been a significant part of her character for the rest of her existence for both good and bad?#also why make the most mutant-looking guy of the original five into the most irredeemable villain who gets no redemption? đ€
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âLike Heck you areâ
Dave Cockrum
#X Men#Professor X#Marvel Girl#Cyclops#Nightcrawler#Banshee#Wolverine#Storm#Colossus#Beast#Iceman#Angel#Dave Cockrum#introductions#homage
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#transformers#transformers 40th anniversary#poll#polls#tumblr poll#tumblr polls#the transformers#transformers g1#transformers marvel#transformers idw#transformers comics#beast wars#beast machines#transformers armada#transformers energon#transformers cybertron#transformers bayverse#transformers knightverse#transformers animated#transformers prime#war for cybertron#fall of cybertron#rescue bots#robots in disguise#transformers cyberverse#war for cybertron trilogy#transformers earthspark#maccadam
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Eons Ago
You and your husband listen to a tale of the mythology from your homeland, and from your lives.
A.N. - Zhongli and Cloud god reader origin story! This pair originated from my Where's My Kiss? drabbles and then had a cameo in my Babe, Look At Me! headcanons. Maybe I'll make a masterlist for Zhongli and Cloud god reader?
Zhongli x Cloud God GN Reader (No Pronouns) - Romantic - SFW - Fluff
Word Count: 1.7k
When the sky and earth were first created by Celestia's light, they were intended never to meet. If the sky and ground ever touched, the world would be crushed between them, all life lost to the weight of the heavens. But it seemed that even despite this fundamental law of Teyvat, when influenced by the force of love, not even the gods could help but disobey.
The world was young when the God of Contracts and the God of Cloud were born. The great dragon and shimmering white tiger roamed the lands alone, observing and discovering the world. The land was not as plenteous and grand as it is now, for the gods were young and had not created the wonders we marvel at today. The two gods wandered, familiarising themselves with their land and growing their power. And then they met.
Rex Lapis was the first to notice that he was no longer alone, and he was the first to fall. The dragon stared above as the white tiger lay in the clouds, the gentle shimmer of its fur the only way to tell its form apart from its bed. The god of contracts observed the calm and loving gaze held within the creature's glowing eyes, admiring the world below. Feeling himself pulled toward the god in the sky, Rex Lapis spoke;
"Oh great creature above, pray tell your name so that I might worship it as I do your beauty,"
The illuminated beast peered to the earth below, where the dragon perched on a mountain peak. Leaping down from the highermost clouds where it lay, the god observed Rex Lapis curiously, before speaking its name.
"I am the one they call Oculi Caeli, the one who dances in cloud.â The formality behind the introduction was dropped at the soft smile the cloud god formed, head tilting. âAlthough, neither this name nor this form needs such dutiful reverence. After all, it seems we are of equal power and beauty,â
Rex Lapis, intrigued by the godâs disposition, proposed a contract.
âThen, let us forever consider ourselves equal so that we may always treat each other as we deserve."
The contract was sealed, and a love was born between the sky and the earth.
Your hand flew to stop any tea from bursting from your mouth. Your hidden giggling caught the amused gaze of your husband, who took the teacup from your shaky hold.
"Are you finding the story amusing, my love?" Zhongli teased, though he lovingly stroked your back to calm your spluttering.
"I just wasn't expecting such an abrupt statement," You cleared your throat. "I'd like to think there was a bit more to it than simply 'and then they fell in love', wouldn't you agree?"
A deep chuckle resonated in Zhongli's throat.
"Yes, perhaps you are right. Though let us honour our dear storyteller and allow him to finish his rendition of this tale,"
When the first humans were born, their fragility was coddled by the god of clouds, who shrouded them from the burning sun of old. Their intelligence and fairness were nurtured by the god of contracts. Together, the two gods raised the people of old to lead them to the greatness of our nation today. The people adored their gods, touched by their kind-heartedness and inspired by their great love. Temples were erected to celebrate them, and not one was ever complete without a statue of the holy tiger and dragon mid-flight, locking eyes, tails intertwined.
"I've always thought it'd be quite difficult to fly with our tails intertwined," you whispered to Zhongli, brought out of the tale by imagining the silly action.
Zhongli chuckled, patting your thigh before nodding toward the storyteller, refocusing you.
However, two familiar voices make your head swivel. "Aether, Paimon, come join us," You call, waving your hand over toward the duo.
Paimon waves excitedly as the pair approaches your table at Third Round Knockout. Aether smiles apologetically.
"Are you sure we aren't interrupting your date?" He asks, concern mixed with some level of teasing in his tone.
Zhongli chuckles, his eyes glowing with a pleased sense of pride. "Nonsense. You are most welcome to join us. We indulge in your company, after all."
The pair take a seat, Paimon quickly helping herself to the red bean bun you offer her. She looks curiously toward Iron Tongue Tian, swallowing her food swiftly before she asks; "What's the story about today? You two seemed pretty interested in it,"
You and Zhongli share a look, knowing smiles exchanged. Zhongli takes your hand in his, affectionately placing the joined hands on his thigh.
"It is a story very close to our hearts," He says mysteriously. "I'm sure you will gather exactly what makes it so as you listen,"
Aether and Paimon tilt their heads, interest piqued as they listen carefully to the storyteller, who continues the tale.
But such prosperity could never last, for Celestia felt great unrest brewing, and the Archon War broke the world.
The world turned red, the land splattered with blood and the sky angry with the hatred that seeped from below. The cloud god walked through the war-torn plains of Teyvat with heavy sadness. Tempest and blackness had been forced from the sky, causing great tiredness and discontent in the god who had always adored the pure white clouds.
"My love," Rex Lapis' voice rang deep through the open plain. "It is not safe here; Osial plans an attack. We must make haste."
"This place used to be a bamboo forest, teeming with life." The soft tone took the god of contracts from his battle-framed mind. He kept his silence and waited for his love to continue. "Now it is torn apart. Not even the weeds grow here anymore."
"Caeli, there is nothing we can do for this place, but we can save our haven from the wrath of Osial if we go now."
"Osial and his wife are not much different from us Morax; they are two gods that will do anything to protect their love for each other,"
"That may be so," The god approached, bringing his hand to his love's waist. "But they are lovers on the other side of a war. Bloodshed may not be ideal, but it is the only path we have left."
The cloud god was despondent. The deity pushed Morax's hand away.
"I will not come to watch you tear them apart."
Rex Lapis did not understand. So he left and did exactly as they both knew he would. As he knew he had to.
When he next returned, Oculi Caeli was still on the ground, staring down at the earth.
"Why are you not amongst your clouds, my love?"
"It is too painful. To be up so high, and to have such an encompassing view of all the destruction and pain in the world below." The god gripped the dirt. "I wish you would bury me. So I did not have to see anything at all,"
Rex Lapis rushed to Caeli's side, on his knees to hold his love close.
"Do not speak this way," He pleaded, bringing his lover's head to his chest. "I will cover and covet you. I will shield you from all that troubles you. But I will never be the reason you are lost to me. This, I vow forever,"
In the years following, no one saw the cloud god. Some believed the deity to have died in the Archon War. Others theorised that Rex Lapis had sheltered his love away in the mountains, so he could protect and love Oculi as he had promised. Even today, no one truly knows what occurred, why the god left this earth, and whether the great Archon Rex Lapis has since had to mourn his love.
Today, our temples still carry statues of the two gods, tails intertwined and eyes locked with an eternal love that echoes through the sky and earth even after their death.
The audience applauds as Iron Tongue Tian takes a bow, some dabbing their eyes at the sentiment in the ancient tale. Paimon rubs her eyes of tears, shooting up from her seat and flying toward you and Zhongli, fists curled.
"What actually happened? You guys can't make us listen to that story without telling us the real ending!" She demands.
You giggle behind a crooked finger, settling a hand over her shoulder to calm her. A pensive look of remembrance passes over your eye.
"The theories are not so far off. I- Oculi Caeli could not take the pressure and tragedy of war. So Rex Lapis hid the god away in Jayeun Karst, where he placed Caeli into a deep sleep. The adepti watched over the mountain heart where the god slumbered, and for centuries, Caeli lived in a dream."
"They say Rex Lapis grieved as if his love had fallen, in the years they were apart," Zhongli continues for you, his smooth voice edged with an old pain. "But he also took heart, knowing that Caeli would not have to see him committing the atrocities he knew made the god's heart break,"
You squeeze your hands around your husband's, moving your knee so it sits against his.
"When Caeli was awoken, after the war, there was a bond to repair between the sky and the earth, as our storyteller put it," You smiled softly, your eyes meeting Zhongli's, a gentle understanding present in the silent exchange. "The time they had spent apart had changed them both. Living in the dream world for so long had placed a haze over Caeli's mind, and the war and bloodshed had hardened Rex. But they fell in love once, and they were more than sure they could fall in love again,"
The two of you share a small smile, and you lean to place your head on Zhongli's shoulder, a gesture he meets by placing a hand on your opposite shoulder to squeeze you discreetly closer.
"Aww, you guys," Paimon places her hands on her heart, evidently touched. Aether smiles at the scene, his heart warming at the prevailing love you shared.
Notes: Oculi Caeli - Latin for 'the eye of heaven' (When Morax calls you 'Caeli' it means he's calling you 'heaven' đ)
Literally never thought this would get out of my wips, but somehow it's here. Hope you enjoyed!
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#fluff#gn reader#genshin impact x reader#zhongli x gn reader#zhongli genshin impact#morax x reader#zhongli x reader#rex lapis x reader#no pronouns#romantic#fanfic#oneshot#zhongli x cloud god reader#god reader#rex lapis x god reader#rex lapis x gn reader
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I Wish | Part 6
It was a clean sweep, the guys called it quick enough, which was disappointing for Eddie since heâd never come across a monster quite like the beast he had to play with, but no amount of quick thinking from his band mates could save them from the untimely demise of their characters.
They didnât have enough spell slots, hit points were straggling, their potions mysteriously vanished, the weaponry they were sure they had in reserves had been used, and only one real lucky saving throw wasnât enough to save them the following turn.
The False Hydra lurking in the cliffside caves of Rainwund snatching sailors, their ships, townsfolk, and livestock got them. Each and every one of them.
They knew what it was too early though, with Eddieâs flippant dismissal of characters his bandmates were supposed to know, his adamant insistence that no, the town was always that quiet the hell are you talking about, Gare?
Jeff made a spot on educated guess.
It still hadnât saved them in the end, Dougieâs character lost first with a frankly dreadful saving throw, followed by Garethâs own little gnome who lasted one full turn longer than he should have, and then finally Jeff himself, but heâd called it. Eddie knew his own friends back home wouldnât be so quick to catch on, which was the only saving grace for this short jaunt into futuristic DND possibilities.
He could completely blindside his friends.
Probably for the best given this whole thing was meant to fit into a neat little segment on a talk show. Not to span across hours and hours of gameplay, they were already cutting it close to too long.
So, Eddie wrapped it up. With Jeffâs demise, Eddie rose to his feet, arms extending in a great sweeping arc âYou fought bravely, oh daring soldiers of ill-fate, however upon this sorrowful day, the town of Rainwund was lost to the song of the False Hydra, it, and itâs victims, would be forgotten by the world and all who walk upon it. Perhaps one day, one fateful day, a new team of would-be heroes will find and defeat this deadly foe, but until then⊠I humbly bid you fallen soldiers, a peaceful journey to the great beyond.â
The lights dimmed, and for a moment, there was silence while set personnel found their places, then the lights overhead relit with the cameras refocused on the desk and chairs, where Jimmy had relocated.
âEveryone give a big hand to the members of Corroded Coffin!â Applause and cheers rang through the studio, over which he made quick work of reiterating album release dates for them, followed by a quick request of, âstay tuned after the break weâre joined by the cast of MARVELâs newââ Eddie tuned him out for the rest of it, they were being guided off by stage crew, their segment was over, it was done.
The bubble of imagination popped, the activity giving Eddie a modicum of comfort was over and done with, and maybe heâd stretched it on just a little longer than necessary with peppered suspense, but he couldnât hold off whatever came after anymore.
Steve met them behind the curtain, beyond the veil of stage lights and TV magic, he gifted the boys little Tupperware containers which they plucked from him as they walked by full of snacks heâd apparently pilfered from the catering tables, Eddie however, he gently manoeuvred Eddie into a side room out of the way with a chirped little âand youâre coming with me, hotshot.â
The room which was dressed up like some kind of fancy dungeon, had curtains pinned to the walls, fake candles flickering on tables, and in the middle, surrounded by chairs, was a table topped by a haphazardly drawn dungeon map and a few mini figs, it looked a little bit like a discount version of his drama room domain in high school.
âWhatâs goin on?â
âJimmy wants to do a little opener introduction thing with you as the frontman of the band, it should have been filmed before but you were a little in your own head, so to make you feel better they figured itâd be best to do it afterwards. Itâs nothing scary, itâs to go with your little DND thing out there, he wants to basically âwalk inâ on you as a dungeon master, scheming with a few of your mini figurine things. Maybe throw in a little maniacal laugh for him to walk in on. Is that okay?â
âOh, uh⊠yeah, okay, yeah thatâs fine, I can do thatâ one last thing to do, not that it mattered much, but it was part of the experience! But then⊠thinking about it, âis there any point to that though?â Steve raised a single brow in question âI mean, Iâm going home right?â The second brow joined the first and Eddie couldnât help but panic a little. âI am, right?â He couldnât imagine going through all that without the assurance that he was going home after it all.
What a wild thought, considering fame and fortune had been the goal for so long, just one interview and he was ready to throw in the towel, and it wasnât even a bad interview. He just⊠didnât feel the happiness he thought he would.
He felt⊠lonely.
His band were off with their snacks, hadnât even looked back as he was guided away from them, his âpartnerâ had ditched him before the whole thing, heâd âblockedâ him, whatever that meant, and even the fun opener with the host wasnât a whole band thing, just him. On his own.
All alone.
âIf you want to, sure, just say the word. Didnât you wanna experience this first though?â
âI guessâŠâ Steve took one prolonged look at him, then snapped his fingers, the flickering faux candlelight froze, the sound from outside the room stopped, everything just. Ceased, and Steve dropped the mirage of normalcy heâd adopted to blend into the masses, returning to the damn near ethereal looks heâd had when heâd first appeared âSteve?â
âIâm not going to force you to experience something youâre emotionally done with, Eddie.â Steve stepped closer to him, just close enough to take his hand and give it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. His hands were warm, big⊠comforting⊠fingers smooth but they tingled against his skin, as if the digits themselves were wrapped in a magical field of energy. They probably were. They were an instant balm to his drooping mood in any case âIf youâre done with this⊠if youâre tired, you can opt out, leaving this time behind wont hurt anyone here, you can go back home, and we can do something else.â
Gods there was just something so dangerous about Steve, not in the literal sense, although probably yes, in the literal sense too, but he was so⊠everything. He was everything. His eyes alone, the worlds most valuable golden trinkets couldnât compare to the shimmer in those eyes of his, as subtle as it may have been, there were flecks of gold in that hazel-green hue. Eddie could have probably lost every single minute, second, millisecond of his available lifetime, just looking at him.
How did he ever think this man was just a random homeless stranger wandering in from the cold? Better question, how was he going to manage being even remotely normal around him going forward?
âI feel like, if I stay⊠Iâm going to walk directly into like, the worst possible thing an itâs gonna make me feel like shit, whatâs the odds of that?â
âMmmnnâ he squinted an almost pained expression, tilting his head just a little as he thought about it âninety percent chance of a bullshit experience.â
Eddie took one more look around the room, then down to his aged and weathered hands clasped within Steveâs own, nodded in self-affirmation, and then met Steveâs eyes once more. âSteve⊠I wish we were home.â
With a twinkle of the golden flecks in his eye, a warm smile on his lips, and a snap of his fingers, the makeshift dungeon room melted away out of existence. He hadnât witnessed this the first time around, getting to that time had been a black out, and then heâd woken up to it all. This time, Eddie got to watch.
He got to watch as the world reshaped, formed around them, he got to watch his hands de-age, the wrinkles of time worn into his skin disappearing before his very eyes, tattoos thatâd marked his arms vanished until only the ones he recognised remained. His clothes returned, his body regained its youth and all the aches and pains thatâd lingered in the back of his mind as a rockstar faded away.
And just like that, the trailer materialised around them. It was dark outside, as if nothing had changed. As if no time had passed. The smells, musty cigarette smoke, the faint scent of coffee, the pitter-patter of rain hitting the roof and gravel outside. He was home.
And Steve was still there, smiling at warmly him, as if he hadnât just reshaped reality around them, as if everything was normal.
âBetter?â His voice even sounded warm, like a heated blanket on a cold day, instant all enveloping comfort.
He wanted to say yes. Wanted to at the very least nod his head, but everything all at once was so very too much, everything heâd been working towards, that theyâd been working towards, the band practices in Dougieâs garage, the âgigsâ at the Hideout, all the talk, the plans, the promises to themselves that they were gonna make it, they were gonna do something with their talents.
Heâd hated it. Heâd hated everything about it. He couldnât even recall if Wayne had been mentioned during the whole ordeal. Was Wayne still around? Was he present? In his life at all? Had he just abandoned his uncle for deeply unfulfilling fame and fortune?
His next exhale came with a sob he couldnât hold back, and instantly he found himself drawn into two broad arms and a strong embrace. âOh, Eddie⊠hey, no itâs okay, Iâm here, itâs okay, youâre okayâ words uttered so softly into his hair, close enough to his ear that he didnât have to strain to hear them over the opened floodgates that were his sobs.
Heâd tried so hard, for so long with that one goal in mind. And heâd hated it. He couldnât even stick around for a whole day without the promise that he could get the fuck out of there at any point, and even WITH that promise, heâd bailed early. He couldnât handle it. He didnât want it. After all that planning, all those promises to himself, to the band⊠he didnât want it.
He was already too far into his life to plan for anything else. He wasnât getting into college, he struggled to hold down normal jobs, not that he could even get one with his family name hanging over his head, with Al and his bullshit haunting him around every goddamn corner. People wouldnât even hide their damn sneers, probably wouldnât even interview him even if he did wanna work there, which he probably didnât.
His life was one big dead end. How would he even face his friends? How would he even explain it to them? That he couldnât, that fame wasnât meant for him? That the cards of life would hand him the shittiest of deals if he stuck around for that draw?
He only vaguely registered Steve moving him as he spiralled, as he sobbed into the Genieâs shirt. The gentle guidance that took him from the living room where theyâd rematerialised, to the chaos that was his own bedroom, and then onto his bed, ever so gentle in his manoeuvring that Eddie only realised theyâd switched locations when Steve actually wrapped him in his own blanket, always with one arm around him. Never letting him go. Ever so attentive to his charge. Eddie chanced a look at him, his eyes wet, red rimmed, Steve looked perfect.
Of course he looked perfect. Not a hair out of place, his skin shimmering gold in the light. Perfect and entirely too soft in his attention on him.
âIââ Steve shook his head, his smile lacking in pity but drenched in sympathy.
âItâs okay, Eddie⊠I get it. This is a lot, what youâve seen, witnessed, what you now understand about that life itâs a lot to take in. Youâre going to hurt for a while, but youâll be okay.â
âW-what do I evenâeven do now? IâI was gonnaâthe plan was alwaysâI donât have anything else, Steve⊠what am I gonna do?â His friends would be fine. Theyâd always be fine. They had options, parents who forced them to think of what ifs, of back ups for if the fame and fortune didnât work out. Funny how it wasnât because it wouldnât happen, but because it would, and that itâd suck.
Eddie hadnât even let Wayne try and make him think of back ups. Fame was it, stardom was the end goal, theyâd be famous, and everything would be perfect. How naĂŻve heâd been.
âWhatever you want, Eddie, you have a genuine Genie right hereâ he even motioned to himself, smile widening a little in a kind tease, before it softened once more just for him âbut right now, I think you should sleep, we can go through the rules of Genie ownership in the morning.â
âRules?â Eddie sniffled, lifting a blanket covered hand to wipe at his face, it was fine, his blanket had seen worse. God he was so tired all of a sudden. Probably the meltdown.
âGenies come with rules, Eddie, we come with guidelines. You kinda ploughed through with that big one right from the jump, didnât really give me a chance to give you the run down, no harm no foul though, youâre safe, and youâre wiser. We can go through everything in the morning when weâre less frazzled.â
âOkay⊠but wait, my uncle, heâll be home in the morning, he doesnâtâdoesnât know youâre here, where are you even gonna go?â
âCrone used to say that like the Faeââ Eddie wasnât going to bring that up but he clocked it, the word snagged in his tired brain like a fish in a net, Fae, there were Fae? Fae were real? Steve continued undeterred âââmy surroundings adapt to my presenceâ, like how she just blends into wherever she pops up, itâs weird, but itâll be like Iâve always been here to him. He wonât even notice the difference. Nobody will. Just donât send me back to my bottle, donât tell me to go into my bottle. Donât do that.â
â⊠Why?â Not that he would if Steve didnât want to be in the bottle, but didnât Genies just⊠stay in their bottles? Wasnât that like, their homes?
âCause youâll lose me, Iâll lose you. I told you this already butâŠit's been a long day. Listen... sending me back to the bottle is equivalent to banishing me and youâll never get me back again.â Maybe not home then, Eddieâs eyes widened, suddenly sobered by the idea of Steve just vanishing because heâd said something stupid. âI had a master last half an hour once because he told me to get back into the bottle to hide from his wife. Iâm here, nobody will know what I am, nobody will think anything is wrong with me being here, won't even question it, donât send me back⊠please?â Steve took his hands into his own, holding them tight in his warm, tingling grip âIâI donât wanna go back.â
It was the least composed heâd seen the Genie since heâd met him what felt like weeks ago. Itâd been a few hours. A few hours, and that was in another timeline, time didnât even seem to have passed in his own.
He looked⊠desperate. Eyes wide, pleading. A smarter man might have questioned him, checked for loopholes, traps, anything nefarious a Genie might hide in plain sight, they were supposed to be tricksters after all.
But Eddie was not a smart man, he was also completely gone over those eyes. Tragic, really.
He sniffled once more, but nodded his head, eyes drooping, exhaustion catching up to him after his almost cathartic meltdown. âOkay⊠but where are you going to sleep?â If Genies even slept, it wasnât like there were many options in the single bedroom trailer. Wayne had to sleep on a fold out cot in the living room for crying out loud.
âIâll sleep with you, thatâs fine right?â Oh.
A smarter man, would also probably just use his unlimited wishes to wish for a second bed, but again. Eddie was not a smart man.
âYeah okay, thatâs uhâthatâs okay.â Eddie was in fact the least smartest man he knew.
Steve smiled brighter than the goddamn sun, and Gods both young and old, Eddie was so very fucked.
#PirateWrites#IWishFiclet#Steddie#No Upside Down AU#Genie!Steve#just imagine how big of a menace Eddie could be with THAT monster#considering it wasnt invented yet back then!
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Bestiaryposting: Wutugald
Welcome to the first installment of bestiaryposting! This week, we're going to try and illustrate everyone's favorite critter, the Wutugald! If anything about that confused you, you can find an explanation at (this link here) and all the posts in this series at (this link here).
That said, I think we can cut the introduction there... this one is actually a mildly morbid note to start on, but the order is randomized and I've decided to just roll with it:
There is an animal called the Wutugald, which inhabits the tombs of the dead and feeds on their bodies. Its nature is that it is sometimes male, sometimes female, and it is therefore an unclean animal. Since its spine is rigid, all in one piece, it cannot turn round except by turning its body right around. Solinus recounts many marvellous things about the Wutugald. First, it stalks the sheepfolds of shepherds and circles their houses by night, and by listening carefully learns their speech, so that it can imitate the human voice, in order to fall on any man whom it has lured out at night. The Wutugald also [imitates] human vomit and devours the dogs it has enticed with faked sounds of retching. If dogs hunting the Wutugald accidentally touch its shadow behind, they lose their voices and cannot bark. In its search for buried bodies, the Wutugald digs up graves. This beast has a stone in its eyes, called [redacted]; anyone who keeps it under his tongue is believed to foretell the future. It is true that if the Wutugald walks three times around any animal, the animal cannot move. For this reason men declare that the Wutugald has magical properties. In a part of Ethiopia the Wutugald mates with the lion; their union produces a monster, named [redacted]. Like the Wutugald, it too produces men's voices. It never tries to change the direction of its glance but strives to see without changing it. It has no gums in its mouth. Its single, continuous tooth is closed naturally like a casket so that it is never blunted.
So, there you are. Anyone who wants to illustrate or otherwise depict the Wutugald, post what you've got under the tag #wutugald, and I'll collect them in a round-up post in a week's time. (Appropriately credited, of course.)
And a reminder: please do not try and guess the identity of the animal described. Iâm sure some of you recognized it, but keep it to yourselves. Thatâs not the point of this exercise, and if you start putting guesses in the tags or something, you risk influencing the artists, so please donât.
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MANNA FICâ CHAPTER ONE: PAPRIKA
Dark!Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Dark!Will Graham fic, TW for eating disorders, noncon, abuse, drugging, mild Daddy kink (it'll all make sense).
Chronologically this is the first chapter in the series.
Keep reading after the cut
Later, when you reflect on your first meeting with Dr. Hannibal Lecter, you will marvel at the Sybilan apprehension that had wreathed the merest detail of that night: the oppressive colours of his office, grey and vermillion from window to wall, the very choice to have you see him at an evening appointment, penning you in by way of the darkness.
Yet, as you sit across from Hannibal in a low leather chair, you contain only a spiteful rancour, one foot jouncing testily as the doctor attempts to extract answers from you beyond a penchant for grudging monosyllables.
âI understand that you have seen therapists in the past,â he says, in a neutral tone.
You stare at the curtains in their dissected oblongs of red and ash, like bloodied teeth against the wall: anything but meet the eyes that seem to have already picked you apart in the mere minutes you have been before him.
âYeah,â you mutter. âA couple of times. CBT stuff. I hated it. Doesnât work for me.â
Dr. Lecter offers you a smile so imperceptible that he might not have moved at all.
âUnderstandable. Cognitive behavioural therapy is a better fit for anxiety and negative thinkingâ it has its place, but for patients with deeper trauma, their illness may prove too complex for it to be effective. Dialectical behavioural therapy would perhaps be more suitable, in your case.â
Shrugging curtly, you do not ask him to elaborate. There is no therapy in the book that you would warm to; you had set out tonight only to put an end to familial begging, in its absence of dignity.
You resent the nakedness of your secrets before this stranger, before anyone, your suffering made public domain. Like a brow-beaten captive, you are moved to defend your self abuse against all those who seek to extract it from you.
Hannibal watches you with a dry intensity, his gaze rarely straying from your face. He is a lean, polished figure in an impeccable red check suit, dark hair swept back from a face of meticulous and rather interesting beauty.
His brows are low, almost invisible, his eyes small, and as dark as tree flux, the noseâstraight, and as debonair as the rest of himâleading down from two furrows that suggest an earnest and curious whimsy.
His air, thus far, has been both tactful and polite, unperturbed by your close-mouthed unwillingness to yield to quizzing in even the most inoffensive line. You should like him, you suppose, yet you have already branded him an enemy.
He is a man; how could you ever be expected to open up to him?
âHow long have you struggled with your eating disorder?â asks Hannibal.
You cross your arms over your chest, barring him out, a theological defence against the vampire of such dreaded questioning.
âYouâve read my records. You already know.â
âCertainly, but I would like to hear your experience in your own words. Such documents may represent only the most objective truths, and reveal very little of you, or what you are feeling at any given moment. Besides, they are as fallible as the professionals that create them. If there are any inaccuracies, your answers will bring them to light.â
The implication that you may share, with him, an honesty that you have refused previous therapists bears a quiet arrogance that might have won you over, were you not set so resolutely in your hatred.
âFine,â you say. âIâve had it since I was a kid.â
âITâ; the word may as well be in baleful capitals, the introduction to some eponymous beast. You will give your ailment no other name aloud, have never done so, except in clandestine internet entry, forcing the thorn further beneath the nail.
Dr. Lecter digests your simple answer, finding flavour in its enigma.
âYou have no intentions of recovery without intervention. What served you in your formative years, you will continue to savour.â
âI donât think Iâll ever get better,â you retort. âItâll always be there, so whatâs the point?â
The question had shaken previous professionals into stumbling objection; not so Hannibal Lecter, whose ambiguous calm nevertheless bears the same imperceptible threat as the night.
âWould you say the same to an alcoholic?â he asks. âMany live out their lives through a succession of losses and victories, and likewise, many emerge fulfilled and content in having struck out on the path of self-betterment. Yet, by your logic, you would condemn them all in their relationship to illness.â
âI wouldnât do that,â you object; your foot bounces so violently over the arm of the chair that Hannibal glances at it, his focus unbalanced by the distraction. âItâs different for me, okay?â
âIn what regard? What prevents you from regarding your own struggles with the same grace?â
âItâs... it's not the same. I don't want to talk about it.â
Panic makes you feel almost buoyant in the room, a kite with your string cut, to be devoured by the wind.
âYou have not yet reached the point that recovery seems possible, or even desirable to you,â says Hannibal, across your distress. âThat is quite normal. For many individuals with eating disorders, recovery can take up to ten years to achieveâ a long and difficult road, yet while there is no permanent cure, there is still reward in that destination.â
This you have heard before, in other iterations; he loses you a little, a mistake that he seems to catch in your reply.
âYou donât understand.â
âIf you mean that I cannot directly empathise, that is true,â says Dr. Lecter. âI do not share your struggles. Food is a great pleasure to me. Still, I comprehend the crux of your illnessâ that you once seized a handhold in a rock when you were falling, and still refuse to let it go when there is earth to hold you.â
You continue to jiggle your shoe in a pattern of agitation.
âYouâll never be able to hold me.â
Hannibal leans forward and places a hand upon your foot, guiding it soundly still again.
âThat remains to be seen.â
Your breath peters in your throat. It apalls you that he has touched you without asking, that his handâso warm through the leather of your sneakerâmakes you imagine it within the wet turncoat of your cunt.
Suddenly youâre standing from your seat without acknowledging the motion that led you there, like a frame scratched from an old tape.
âIâm leaving,â you say, abruptly. âIâm sorry. This just isnât for me.â
Hannibal looks up at you, and the still, smooth planes of his features alarm you in their lack of urgency.
âPlease,â he says. âSit down. You will not be leaving here today.â
He is so slim and unassuming in his tailored suit that you feel yourself the red-capped girl of fairy tale, entering an elderâs cabin to the appetites of a wolf.
âWhat are you talking about?â you whisper.
Dr. Lecter leans forward, speaking with a low and graceful regret.
âI must inform you that your parents have signed a written agreement for you to enter inpatient care, overseen by myself and a colleague.â
Betrayal breaks across you in a death bed sweat: how could they? What have they done?
âNo!â you say. âYou're lying.â
Dr. Lecter pats a folder resting on the arm of his chair.
âI would be willing to show you the paperwork, if you insist upon it.â
âI donât care,â you say, your voice a shrill of indignation. âThey canât just send me away without my permission! Itâs illegal!â
âAs guardians to a vulnerable adult, it is entirely so.â
You donât believe him, although your parents evidently did, pressed by their earnest desperation to reverse the agonies of time.
âWhatever,â you say, coldly. âIâm not staying.â
Hannibal tilts his head at an angle of frosty amusement, and suddenly you grasp that this is no ordinary intervention, but incarceration, for reasons yet unknown.
Terror snarls through you like thunder, and you run for the door, wrenching at the handle to find it locked against you.
âWhat the fuck?â you cry, though you had known in your most basic, animal senses that this manâthis roomâwould be your undoing.
Dr. Lecter has gotten up from his seat and is striding towards you, seizing your arms at the wrists, as firmly as a father; you turn your head in a feral reflex and attempt to bite him, stalled by the wool of his jacket in your teeth. He turns your writhing figure towards him, your skirt bunched up to your waist in the struggle, his palm a blacksmithâs tool on your bare skin, a scarring heat.
His expression is scarcely altered by the struggle, his breathing slow, even. You are no threat to him; he has surely restrained patients like this before, a necessary training.
You will not go quietly, as perhaps others have, before you. You bring your knee into his groin until you hear him grunt in the desired pain, but he does not lose his grip upon you, only drives you back against the door, his eyes churning with a wild satisfaction.
âYou will learn not to disobey, little one,â he says, and before you can absorb the threat there is a needle at your neck, and chemical night.
You half-wake some hours later to the voices of two men, one of them Hannibal, the other unfamiliar, speaking in a curt and cautious rhythm.
âThis is her?â asks the unknown manâ through fluttering eyelids you see him, all rumpled hair and scowling good looks, an image from some obscure BrontĂ« novel. âThe patient you talked about on the phone? What have you given her? She looks out of it.â
âA mild sedative,â Hannibal replies, âwith some additional compounds. Itâs alright, Will. She will revive soon, likely in a confused state. This will pass.â
Will hangs back, his mouth an angle of uncertainty.
âForgive me, Dr. Lecter, but Iâm a little confused as to what Iâm doing here.â
âYour role will be paramount to the healing process,â says Hannibal, touching a hand to his colleagueâs flannel sleeve with familiar tenderness. âTogether, we will each be whatever our subject requires from one moment to the next. A healer, a father, a lover, a friendââ
âAll while crossing the boundaries of what could be considered valid treatment into an inappropriate relationship,â Will cuts in, sharply. âSurely thatâs only going to make things worse.â
Dr. Lecter approaches you, adjusting a pillow behind your head; you are too out of it to object, unsure whether it is a chair or a bed you occupy in your prone state.
âWhat is appropriate is not always the most effective method of healing,â says Hannibal. âThis patient requires complex support. Decisions to be made for her that other professionals would not be comfortable making.â
Will shakes his head, grimly amused.
âAnd you are.â
âCertainly. Over the years I have seen results from the most unorthodox approaches. I have an interest in observing how she will respond to mine.â
You watch the two men exchange glances, and blearily wonder if they are merely friends, or something more.
âDr. Lecter, I have no idea how to connect with her,â says Will. âAnd frankly the idea of trying isnât something Iâm particularly enthusiastic about.â
âYour discinclination to be involved may work to her benefit,â says Hannibal, smoothly. âWhile my part is to provide gentle guidance and compassion, you will offer the firm hand required to leash the chaos of her disturbed mind and behaviours.â
Will scoffs in disbelief.
âThe good cop, bad cop routine? That seems a little obvious for you, doctor.â
âAnd yet it may be precisely what she craves. Stability. Discipline.â
At this, there is a certain change in the air of the room; one day, you will know it as hunger, so many appetites contained between two men.
âWell, which one is going to come first?â asks Will, relenting. âStability, or discipline?â
âWhen she is fully awake, we will know," say Hannibal. "And we will deliver it.â
#ao3 writer#dark fic#manna fic#dark!fic#hannibal lecter x reader#dark hannibal lecter#yandere hannibal lecter#yandere will graham#will graham x reader#tw eating disorders#tw noncon
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Dragon Age as an Introduction to Post-Modernism(Part 1)
âThe center cannot hold.â This is one of my favorite quotes in the English language. Youâd think Iâd have first heard it one of my many literature classes but no, I first saw it in Stephen Kingâs The Stand, which if you havenât read it is a buck-wild coked out good vs evil narrative where the Antichrist uses the U.S. Military to destroy the world.
Anyhow, the full poem is by William Butler Yeats and goes like this:
âTurning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?â
Now dear reader, I don't know about you, but when I read that I am strongly reminded of:
"And so the Golden City is Blackened
With each step you take into my Hall.
Marvel at perfection for it is fleeting.
For you have brought sin into Heaven.
And Doom upon all the World. "
Before we go any further, we need to define Post-Modernism as a school of thought. But first, we start with Modernism because it is easier to define the former against its predecessor. In a lot of ways, Modernism was driven by schools of thought like the Enlightenment. There's the idea that there is some kind of utopia humanity is striving for. If you were a say, white, upper-class man in the 1880's who sees more democracies forming, more advances in science and technology, less restrictive rule of the church, it was easy to think that humanity was going to achieve some great final universal destination. Humanity is ultimately good and eventually everything will be okay.
Then WWI happened. Yeatsâ poem above? The historical context surrounding it is the utter, devastating ruin that was WWI. A war often overshadowed by the sheer, unapologetic evil of WWII, but WWI was the first time in history humanity saw what horror technology, biological warfare, and mechanical ingenuity can unleash. Nine million military dead, 23 million wounded, and 8 million civilians dead. Try to wrap your head around those numbers. How do you cope with the knowledge that humanity is even capable of that kind of unmitigated destruction. That we can rip entire countries to shreds and not even blink. At the same time, the Spanish Influenza killed, by the lower estimates, 50 million people. The human brain physically cannot comprehend what those numbers look like. An entire generation was just gone. I cannot emphasize enough what this phase of history did to humanity on a large scale, psychologically and physically. All of the worst things we are capable of a species, we did and then some.
Which is how we get to Post-Modernism. Rather than aiming for some universal ideal, we are aiming to understand. The center cannot hold because there is no center and never was. There is no universal morality. Get comfortable with cognitive dissonance and unreality. Get comfortable with the idea that two things can and must be true at once.
Just to make it perfectly clear, Post-Modernism is not a centrist philosophy. There are very hard lines in the sand when it comes to things like slavery, genocide, colonialism, eugenics, centrism, fascism. We do not tolerate such things on this blog. Okay? Okay. One of the reasons I'm writing this is because I truly think the death of media literacy is contributing to the rise of fascism we're seeing world-wide. Forgetting, ignoring, and white-washing history is not the goal.
Another large takeaway from Post-Modernism is that if you read a war story and came away feeling inspired, it's probably a bad story. I strongly recommend Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five or Tim O'Brian's The Things They Carried if you want good books to explore this particular topic further. War is horror. It is the Void, the emptiness you stare into that stares back. It takes everything from you, including yourself. Trying to make sense of something so senseless is a Sisyphean task I, and many other have spent our whole lives chasing. One of the reasons I'm so fascinated by history was when I learned about the Holocaust and just could not understand.
Until I did.
As for how all of this applies to Dragon Age, what I want to spend the next four parts exploring how these ideas of unreliable narration, existential horror, history being written by the victors, and that one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter are the whole point. I want to take a look at each game individually through my favorite literary school of thought. Hope to see you on the next part, where I shall tackle Origins first.
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Introduction!
Iâm Oliver and Iâm a 19 year old hobby artist from Germany âșïž
This is my first time being active active on here, soo.. Iâm still new to this đ«¶đ»
Iâm autistic and I may have spelling mistakes because Iâm dyslexic and Iâm not a native English speaker (please donât be mean if I write something wrongđ„Čđïżœïżœïżœïżœ)
This is a tickle blog and I thought Iâll post the stuff i usually post on instagram here too! (Most of them have bad quality because I deleted the original pictures, but from now on Iâll make sure theyâre in good qualityđ
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I think itâs also important to mention that I donât do commissions or anything because Iâm a very slow drawer who takes lots of monthly breaks đ”âđ« (but you can always ask/ DM me and Iâm always reading asks/ DMâs âșïž and if youâre lucky I might just draw you something if life isnât too consuming and youâre not a demanding jerk entitled to my time)
(Help on how to do things/ run a blog and things I can do better is appreciatedđđ»đ©·)
Fandom list under the cut!
DC villains and Heroes
Tabaluga
Marvel (x-men too)
Slashers Movies
Disney Villains (maybe heroes too depending on who)
Adventure Time
Transformers (hopefully Iâll manage to get the details đ„Č)
Sh-Ra (on Netflix) / He-Man
Stop motion Movies/ Short Movies (a Mister Brothers Christmas, Peter cottontail, Wendel & Wild, etc..)
Ben 10 (and everything else that belongs to the franchise)
The Octonauts
Hilda (on Netflix)
Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss
The little Prince
The Sandman (on Netflix)
9 (the movie from 2005 with the little âdollsâ)
Star Wars the Clone Wars
School for Vampires
The amazing digital Circus
AnimeâŹïž
Welcome to demon school! Irim-kun
Assassination classroom
Seven deadly sins
Overlord
Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle
One Piece
Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts
I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss
Ancient Magus Bride
That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime
Reborn as a Vending Machine, Now I Wander the Dungeon
Delicious in Dungeon
Dragonball Z (idk about completely all of it but Iâll try my best)
Comics/ Manga/ StoriesâŹïž
SiĂșil, a RĂșn - The Girl from the Other Side
The Invisible Man and His Soon-to-Be Wife
The Property of Hate
Vast Unknown
Creepypasta And SCP (not all of them but some)
Video Games
Dead by Daylight
Poppy Playtime
FNAF (again idk much about the new stuff but Iâll try)
Undertale (maybe Deltarune too but i donât know much about it)
Backrooms
Lethal Company
Fran Bow
Little Misfortune
Night in the woods
Iâm pretty sure I forgot some but this is all for now đ
You can always ask for a Fandom even if it isnât on the list, Iâll let you know if Iâll be doing it (and hey, maybe the new fandom even lands on the list if I like it :)
Side note: these are the ones Iâll be drawing or Writing for, not all I know. I know plenty more wich I just didnât want to include because theyâre too hard to draw or just not my cup of tea
#tickle comunity#introduction#this is important#tickle content#fandom list#dc#marvel#disney#anime#video games#comics#manga#stories#hazbin hotel#helluva boss#star wars#fnaf#the backrooms#poppy playtime#slasher movies#lethal company#scp#creepypasta#the amazing digital circus#I literally canât fit everything in the tags đ
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Welcome to chaos!
My last introduction post is like a year old, so here we go.
AmethystandEmmaâs Intro
Hi everyone! Iâm Emma. Iâm 20 years old, autistic, and a Christian. Plus a bunch of other stuff, but those are my main three things.
My username is AmethystandEmma because Amethyst, Princess of Gemworld is one of my favorite superheroes!
Iâve been writing fics since sixth grade, so about eight years now? Iâve recently gotten into drawing as well.
My main fandoms are currently DC Comics, Marvel Comics, Harry Potter, Hogwarts Legacy, and Fantastic Beasts. They are subject to change though, so keep that in mind.
As of October of 2024, I have become less active on all social media sites. I was feeling extremely stressed and social media was part of the reason.
Iâm fine with minors being on here. I remember how lonely I felt without fandoms. Itâs important to be able to connect.
It literally makes my day when people comment on my stuff or share it. I usually check out the other person's profile as well and try to spread the love back!
If you have any questions or just wanna chat, give me a DM or ask!
Pfp is a commission from @giselsann of Sebastian Sallow and Althea Moonlace (Sebthea). The header is also Sebthea.
Now, for my content (under the cut).
Fanfics!
The Funeral of Anne Sallow [COMPLETE]
Part 1
Proposal Gone Wrong (Newt Scamander x OC fic) [COMPLETE]
Part 1 -> Part 2
Radiant Glasspetal and the First Quidditch Match (Oliver Wood x OC fanfic) [COMPLETE]
Part 1 -> Part 2
No Making Out on the Quidditch Pitch! (Oliver Wood x OC) [COMPLETE]
Part 1
Young Love (Sebastian Sallow x OC) [COMPLETE]
Part 1
Times Are Changing (Oliver Wood x OC) [COMPLETE]
Part 1
The Wedding of Bruce Wayne and Silver St. Cloud [COMPLETE]
Part 1
Stolen [ONGOING]
Part 1 -> Part 2 ->
Rise of the Blue Comet (Dick Grayson x OC Fanfic) [ONGOING]
Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2 -> Chapter 3 ->
My Tags
DC: #aqua charming, #aqua grayson, #blue comet, #d'aqua, #callie eclipse, #macy cobblepot, #kindal blazilike, #red veil, #shane todd, #scarlet quiver
Marvel: #sunny castle, #sunshine castle, #sunny parker, #sunshine parker, #halo
Wizarding World: #althea moonlace, #sebastian sallow x althea moonlace, #evangeline sallow, #newt scamander x evangeline sallow, #rhea silverthorne, #ominis gaunt x rhea silverthorne, #zelma silverthorne, #eleazar sallow, #radiant glasspetal, #oliver wood x radiant glasspetal, #hadlee euphoric, #cedric diggory x hadlee euphoric, #damian glasspetal, #trial of sebastian sallow, #sebthea, #cedric diggory x hadlee euphoric, #cedlee
About my OCs
Althea Moonlace
Eleazar Sallow
Evangeline Sallow
Radiant Glasspetal
Rhea Silverthorne
Zelma Silverthorne
My Linktree is here!
#amethystandemma#fanfic writer#harry potter#wizarding world#fantastic beasts#hogwarts legacy#dc comics#marvel comics
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Who is.... XuĂąn Cao MáșĄnh | Karma? - A Reading Guide
XuĂąn Cao MáșĄnh is an X-Men affiliated character from Marvel Comics first introduced in 1980. XuĂąn is a Vietnamese refugee who parents both died on the passage to America, leaving her in the care of her uncle and in charge of herself and her younger siblings. XuĂąn's family is very important to her and drives much of her story. XuĂąn is most commonly associated with her first team and close friends, the New Mutants, and spends a considerable portion of her appearances with them. XuĂąn is also a lesbian and an amputee!
Despite the heavy importance of her heritage to her story, it was not until 2023, some forty-three years after her introduction that her name was officially changed to something recognizable in Vietnamese. This interview, with Vietnamese comic creator, Trung Le Nguyen, who had the opportunity of writing XuĂąn in 2023, does a great job of breaking down the issues with the spellings we see in earlier comics. While the change has been made to correct her name now, for most of the issues in this reading list you will still see the unfortunate old name of Xi'an Coy Manh and the nickname "Shan."
Reading list under the cut!
Introduction and New Mutants
XuĂąn was introduced prior to the formation of her first team. She spent a fair amount of time with the New Mutants before moving on to a more personal mission. Please note that this period contains some absolutely disgusting and highly targeted fatphobia towards XuĂąn specifically.
Marvel Team-Up (1972) #100A Marvel Graphic Novel (1981) #4 New Mutants (1983) #1-6, 29-34 New Mutants Special Edition (1985) #1 X-Men Annual (1970) #9 New Mutants (1983) #35-37 Secret Wars II (1985) #9 New Mutants (1983) #38-40, 43-44, Annual 2 X-Men Annual (1970) #10 New Mutants (1983) #46-48, 50-52 Fallen Angels (1987) #1-2 New Mutants (1983) #53-54
Search for Siblings and Adulthood
XuĂąn makes the choice to leave the New Mutants to search for her younger siblings, and embarks on what also becomes a journey of self discovery! She doesn't always have a HUGE role in these issues, which is heartbreaking, but when it comes to XuĂąn it's helpful to have as much information as possible even if she's only in one or two panels...TRIGGER WARNING: during New X-Men there is a deeply uncomfortable plot in which Rahne (Wolfsbane) forms a romantic relationship with a student....and all of the students are mad at the child and the staff (XuĂąn included) talk about how they need to forgive Rahne....
Wolverine (1988) #4-8 New Mutants (1983) #81 Wolverine (1988) #27-30 New Warriors (1990) #45 X-Force (1991) #33-34 Beast (1997) #1-3 New Mutants: Truth or Death (1997) #1-3 X-Force (1991) #75 Mekanix (2002) #1-6 X-Men Unlimited (1993) #43A New Mutants (2003) #4-13 New X-Men (2004) #7, 9, 13-15 New X-Men Yearbook Special (2005) #1 New X-Men (2004) #16-19 Decimation: House of M- The Day After (2006) #1 X-Men: The 198 (2006) #1 X-Men (1991) #183A X-Men: Manifest Destiny (2008) #1C Uncanny X-Men (1981) #501-503 X-Men: Worlds Apart (2008) #4 Uncanny X-Men (1981) #504 X-Infernus (2009) #2, 4 Uncanny X-Men (1981) #508
New Mutants- Again
In 2009, XuĂąn joins the newly reformed New Mutants and things are....definitely interesting.
New Mutants (2009) #1-4, 6-10, 12 X-Men: Legacy (2008) #235 X-Force (2008) #26 Uncanny X-Men (1981) #524 X-Men: Second Coming (2010) #2 New Mutants (2009) #15, 17-22 X-Men: Legacy (2008) #246 New Mutants (2009) #25, 27-28 Wolverine and the X-Men: Alpha & Omega (2012) #4-5 New Mutants (2009) #33
Regenesis & Utopians
Following the schism between Cyclops and Wolverine, XuĂąn followed Wolverine to Westchester where she once again found work at the school. After Utopia was abandoned she joined a group known as the Utopians.
Astonishing X-Men (2004) #48-56, Annual 1 New Mutants (2009) #44, 49 Avengers vs. X-Men (2012) #11 New Mutants (2009) #50 Astonishing X-Men (2004) #57-59 X-Termination (2013) #1 Astonishing X-Men (2004) #60 Age of Apocalypse (2012) #14 X-Treme X-Men (2012) #13 X-Termination (2013) #2 Astonishing X-Men (2004) #62-66, 68 All New X-Men (2013) #40-41 New Mutants: Dead Souls (2018) #1, 4, 6 Uncanny X-Men (2018) #12-19 War of the Realms: Uncanny X-Men (2019) #1-3
Krakoa
Like most mutants, XuĂąn moved to the island nation of Krakoa, where she rejoined the New Mutants...again and underwent the crucible in order to give her twin brother another chance at life.
New Mutants (2019) #1-2, 5, 7, 9-11, 14-19 Marvel's Voices: Pride (2021) #1L New Mutants (2019) #20-24, 26, 30-31 Love Unlimited Infinity Comic (2022) #31-36 New Mutants: Lethal Legion (2023) #1-5
Extra:
The 2023 Magneto series goes back over some New Mutants (1983) things to bring back Magneto the teacher, XuĂąn's in it and it's written by JMD so you know I had to recommend it!
#xuĂąn cao máșĄnh#karma#xi'an coy manh#(tagged just because her name was only recently fixed)#new mutants#x-men#xmen#x men#x-men reading lists#reading list#reading lists#reading guide#reading guides#comic reading list#comic reading guide
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Introduction
"You may call me, Scylla."
~An X-Men/Marvel OC~ Mod being @vibrant-the-artist
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N A M E
Jayden Winters Acquinas
A L I A S
"Scylla"
A G E
Seventeen
P R O N O U N S
She/They
D A T E O F B I R T H
December 18th, 2007
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ê§A B I L I T I E Sê§
"The Sea Beast"
Can be broken down into many subsections of abilities, as most of Jayden's mutation affects her physical anatomy and how her body functions.
The Overview of all of these traits include:
Total Water Manipulation
Seeing Ultraviolet
Gills on the sides of the torso
Webbed hands
Fins on the ears, arms, and legs. Oddly enough, no natural tail(?)
Visibly sharper teeth
Very slight resistance to deeper water pressures
Resistance to lower temperatures
Prone to faster dehydration
Less nutrient gain from plants, naturally drawn more to a carnivorous diet.
Subject is very clearly akin to some sort of sea-monster, internal workings leaning more towards it as opposed to her outward human demeanor.
ê§B A C K G R O U N Dê§
"I didn't mean to lose track of my ma..."
...
Subject wanders the city and prowls the waterways.
No point of origin known at this time.
#okay to interact#the x men#x men#marvel roleplay#x men 97#x men comics#x men oc#marvel rp#okay to reblog#oc interaction
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My Introduction + Boundaries àȘâ⎠â âč
Hallo!!! Iâm m0chisw1rl but you can call me mochi! hereâs somethingâs you need to know about me!!!
Gender- Female (afab) she/her pronouns
Hobbies- art,dance,and writing
Mbti- ISFP
Interests
Music
Current Joys - Tv Girl - Clairo - Laufey
Beabadoobee - The Smiths - Cas - Montell Fish
Mitski - Phoebe Bridgers - Conan Gray - Lana Del Ray
Faye Webster - Alex G - Arctic Monkeys - Radiohead
Billie Eilish - Mac Demarco - The Weeknd - Djo
Shows/Movies/Anime
Ponyo- Aurthur and the Invisibles - Mean girls - HxH
Howls Moving Castle - KNY - Silent Voice - Spiderman
Wild Child - Bleach - Tokyo Revengers - Big Hero 6
MHA - DeathNote - My Neighbor Totoro - Arcane
Things Iâll post
(diff from writing)
-random thoughts
-how im feeling (angry,sad etc)
-random angry rants (i get angry often)
- expect random posts and deletes | (âą âĄâą)|
Writing (will and wonât)
Will
- fluff
-angst
-headcannons
- M & F reader (ONLY no character x character)- i donât want ppl fighting over ships they donât like
- smut (maybe, only for older characters)
-smaus
-oneshots/imagines
Wonât
-inc3st
-r@pe
-weird kinks (kn1fe,p1ss,and v0mit)
-b3astiality
-su1cide
-p3dophilia
-n0ncon
-yandere (stalking/predatory behavior)
Fandoms I Write for
-Kny (Demon Slayer)
-Mha (My Hero Academia)
-Stranger Things
-Harry Potter
-Fantastic Beasts
-Howls Moving Castle
-Percy Jackson (new movie)
-Avatar+Legend of Korra
-Naruto
-Criminal Minds
-OHSHC
-JJK
-Haikyuu
-Kurukoâs Basketball
-Genshin/ Honkai Impact
-Tokyo Revengers
-AOT
-Descendants (1-4)
-Chainsaw Man
-Saiki k
-Cobra Kai
-Kickass (1)
-Hotel Transylvania
-Miraculous
-Pen15
-Spiderman
(across/into spiderverse)
-Teen Titans (go&tv series)
-Marvel
-BSD
-Love and Deepspace
-One Piece
-Seven Deadly Sins
-Gakuen Babysitters
-Toilet Bound Hanako-kun
-Mob Psycho 100
-Dandadan
[also I write stories of my own characters]
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I hope you all can respect, my rules and my boundaries
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#teen titans#writer stuff#wattpad#fandoms#saiki k#mha#anime#introduction#first post#jjk#haikyuu#kny#oc#og character#one piece#avatar the last airbender#hxh#boundaries#respect#toilet bound hanako kun#silly#yayyyyy#yipeeee#fanfic#bungou stray dogs#mob psycho 100
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Animal Instinct Pt.1
Charles X reader X Erik
In the wake of losing a friend, you seek out revenge on Sebastian Shaw. However, you are not the only one after him, as a team of meddling mutants try to convince you to join forces. Will you give in to these persuasive outcasts, and join their family? or do it alone as you always have?
Master List Pt.1 - Pt.2
Word Count: 2,289
Content: Violence, swearing, sexual references, possible bigotry itâs the 60s, slow burn, some angst, eventual happy ending, maybe smut?
1932, Western Australia
The summer sun beats down on the curious community. A sign, âMiss Miraclesâ Marvelous Exhibition and Odditiesâ, stands proudly in the tall, dry, grass. Eleanor, a tall woman with luscious dark curly locks, and an equally well groomed beard, sits idly in the shade of some gumtrees, sipping on a chilled Cola. The sound of a distant cry interrupts Eleanors' peaceful evening. Looking back towards the rest of the circus performers none of them seem to notice. Another cry sounds out over the grassy field causing Eleanor to stand in concern, leaving her Cola on the dirt. Walking out into the grass, she follows the cries until she finds a small wrapped bundle laying in the weeds. Eleanor quickly scoops up the child, cradling them close as she looks around, hopeful to find their guardian. The field around her is empty, without any sign of life. The baby's cries increase in the midday heat. âOh there you goâ She coos, unwrapping the fragile being, the child's arms springing free from their confines in anger. Eleanor gasps in surprise, tracing the birthmark across their little face. âOh myâ She smiles gently âYouâre just like usâ.
Walking back towards the trailers and tents Eleanorsâ body is flooded with love for the child. And in that moment she decides to raise the very special babe as her very own.Â
1962, London
You walk through the dark cobblestone streets, the air is crisp and reeks with the stench on alcohol as you weave through the crowd of drunks. You duck down a skinny alley, stopping at a set of large metal doors. Knocking, the door cracks open to reveal a grumpy old man âYouâre late Animalâ Richard coughs. âYeah, I know, I had some shit to deal withâ you step inside. He scoffs at you, closing the door behind you both âYeah well donât let it happen again, youâre up against Bolt todayâ Nodding, you take off your Afghan coat and place it on a hook âWhen?â âNowâ he replies before walking off. Sighing, you quickly smear some soot across your eyes and bandage your knuckles before stalking down the hallway. The sound of the roaring crowd is muffled behind the large metal door you stop at. Rolling your shoulder and stretching your neck you ready yourself âFor tonight's final battle allow me to introduce to you the young and electrifying Bolt!â The crowd bellows and cheers, loud thunderous zaps echo throughout the building, your hair standing up from static. Patting your hair down, you groan allowing your signature wolf tail to extend from your spine, your ears growing long and pointed, covered in fur. âOur next contendant needs no introductionâ
Your fingernails stretch into long sharp claws, your hands and feet elongating into a stretched out sort of paw. âShe is the undefeated, the unchallenged, the untamableâ
Your eyes honed in and teeth sharpened. Youâre ready. âLadies and Gentlemen give it up for the Animal!â.
The door rolls upwards from the floor and you step through into the blinding lights. The people cheer, shaking and rattling the cage in excitement. In front of you stands a tall, shirtless, sandy haired man, with fingers of electricity crackling from his skin. You roll your eyes and snarl at him âThey can never keep their clothes on can they?â you think. Crouching down as you leap towards him, he launches several strikes of lighting towards you in retaliation. âAnd theyâre off folks! Animal makes the first move, but Bolt manages to keep this terrible beast at bay!â
You dodge and roll out of the way as he attacks you, running on all four attempting to get close to him. âIt seems like Animal canât catch a break, Bolts got her successfully locked out!â He keeps you back with his consistent assault. âThis doesn't look good for Animal, she may have finally met her match!â
Beyond frustrated, you run to the opposite side of the cage and launch yourself off of the chainmail fence towards him. âBut what is this? Animal has finally found an opening! Will Bolt survive the Animals' savage attack?â
Landing on top of him you manage to get in several hard punches to his face before he zaps you off, sending you flying across the cage. âOh and it looks like the little miss wolf might have bitten off more than she can chew!â
Clutching your chest you groan in pain as the singed flesh regenerates, looking down you notice the front of your shirt fried off revealing some cleavage âYouâve got to be fucking kidding meâ you growl. A sudden zap to your back snaps you out of your thoughts. âOo thatâs gonna piss her off, watch out Bolt!âÂ
Turning around in anger you retract your wolf features and replace them with a large set of tan wings, sharper eyes, and razor sharp bird talons. âIt seems like the Animal has a few more tricks up her sleeveâ
Flapping your wings you fly across the cage, dodging the lighting strikes and jumping off the fence looking for another opening. Boltsâ moves get sloppier as time passes, heâs clearly getting exhausted âItâs only a matter of timeâ you think. Thanks to your regenerative powers it takes an incredible amount of physical exertion before you become tired. âAnd it looks like Bolt might be running out of fuel people, what will he do next?â âGod I wish he would stop commenting on everythingâ you think, irritated.
Finally an opening occurs, Bolt throws himself off balance and stumbles. Leaping on the opportunity, you spring from the fence down into Bolt, throwing him across the cage and knocking him out. âWould you look at that! Animal has done it again!â The crowd goes wild hollering and whistling as you throw both fists above your head in triumph.Â
âWell done Animalâ Richard pats you firmly on the back before shoving an envelope in your hands âNow put your tits away woman, this isnât a brothelâ he grunts before disappearing once again, leaving you alone in the dark hall. The sound of footsteps approaching from behind causes you to turn, a lone pale man with auburn hair approaches. You take notice of his crisp suit and cigar scent. âYouâre not supposed to be back hereâ You watch him with caution. The man smiles gently, yet no kindness can be found. âIâm only here to talk Y/Nâ he stops a few metres away. You narrow your eyes âHow do you know my name?â You ask. âDear, I know many things about you, I know you were abandoned to the freaks. I know youâve suffered through great violence. I also know youâve taken revenge on those whoâve crossed you-â âYeah I doâ He stares at you with an unreadable expression before chuckling âI think we got off on the wrong foot, my name is Sebatian Shaw and I am here with a once in a lifetime opportunity for youâ You raise your eyebrow in question âThere is a revolution coming when men will no longer tolerate our kind, not even as entertainment. Each of us will make a choice to be enslaved, or to rise up and rule. You are free to choose however know, if you are not with me, you are against meâÂ
You stare at the stupid man, wondering how someone could be so presumptuous.âWith you leading us?â you ask unimpressed, âYesâ he nods, âSo Iâm still enslaved to a manâ you question. Shaw chuckles clearly not expecting that reaction âIâll take my chances on my own, now get the fuck out of my way before I mince youâ The mans smile flattens as he steps to the side of the hall, allowing you to pass. Walking past him, he places a hand on your shoulder âYou will regret this Animalâ Turing to face him, you jerk your shoulder out of his grip and lean in close âFuck offâ you spit angrily before striding off down the hallway. Shrugging on your coat, you shove your earnings into your pocket and step back out into the cold night âI thought youâd never show upâ A woman's voice calls out in the alley. Looking over, Star stands there hugging herself for warmth, a cigarette in hand. Star is a prostitute youâve become unlikely friends with, her wild orange hair and intensely freckled face reminds you of home. Outcast by her folks for wanting to be an free-loving artist, Star found herself struggling to find work or friends. Something you could relate to. You have always found it difficult to keep a regular job or bond with well adjusted ânormalâ people. Star reminded you of the carny folk, free-spirited, kind, accepting, slightly deranged and unhinged. Despite being worlds away from family, Star always made you feel at home.
âHad some shit to deal with firstâ, she smiles rolling her eyes âYou always have shit to deal withâ Chuckling you offer your arm to her, âShall we?â âWe shallâ she giggles linking her arm with yours. Star likes to wait so the both of you can walk home together after work, given that you both live at the same dingy ass motel. Star rambles about her current clients, recent politics and fashion crazes, you nodding along as you walk down the abandoned streets. Your ears prick at the slightest noise. âItâs too quietâ you note to yourself, the hair on the back of your neck stands on end as the air shifts. You stop walking, head swivelling at your surroundings. âWhatâs wrong?â Star whispers. You sniff the air, turning your back to her, cigars and heavy cologne, your brows furrow. Suddenly, the air flutters behind you and Star lets out a pained yelp. Spinning around, time seems to slow as you see Star gasping for air, a silver blade sticking out from her chest, blood pooling around it. A menacing red man stands behind her with a dark grin. You attempt to reach him but before you can produce your claws, he vanishes. Star stumbles forward and you catch her in your arms, her breath shudders. âItâs alright, youâre okay, youâre going to be okayâ You whisper to her panicked. Sliding the both of you to the ground, you press on the wound, fruitlessly trying to stop the blood from seeping out. âOh no, oh Star please donâtâ You plead as her eyes begin to flutter in and out of focus and her breath shallows. âNo, please, no, noâ You cry, looking at your red stained hands uselessly. Your body shakes, breath lodged in your throat, as you watch helplessly as the light in Starsâ eyes fades and her body stills. You gasp for air, in shock at the death of your only friend.
âI told you, you would regret it Animalâ You look up to see Shaw standing a few metres away, the red devil man standing behind him. âHumans are such fragile things really, and this one, well, I donât think she could have been lower on the food chain if she triedâ He chuckles, hands casually in pockets like he didnât just take away the one person keeping you grounded. Your blood boils at his words, your claws and teeth quickly growing as you stand. âSuch dirty business streetwalking, itâs a shame wasting such a pretty face like that-â You lunge at him with a roar, the devil man teleporting the both of them behind you as you fall and roll to the ground. Turning to face them, Shaw wipes his cheek of blood, you just managed to nick him. âTsk Tsk, you really are a savage animal arenât you?â He mocks. You snarl at him ready to lunge again âDonât bother beasty, we could play cat and mouse all nightâ You bear your teeth, and tense to jump at him âWhen youâve come to your senses Iâm sure youâll be able to find meâÂ
âIâll fucking kill you Shaw!â You yell, overwhelmed by anger. He smiles âI seriously doubt thatâ and with that the two of them disappear once more, leaving you completely and utterly alone in the world. You feel empty, looking down at your friend's bloodied body on the sidewalk. Kneeling down, your hands ghost over her skin, almost afraid to touch her. You gently cup her cheek and brush some of her hair away from her face. You softly graze over her face with your hand, careful not to wipe any blood on her, as you attempt to burn the image of her face into your memory one last time. âOkay, itâs time for me to go Starâ you whisper to her, leaning down and kissing her forehead. âIâm so sorryâ pulling away you cry before grasping a lock of her hair and cutting it with your claws. Stuffing the hair in your pocket, you wobble to your feet and stubble away from her. You fear if you look back that it would somehow make this all the more real, and you might not be able to leave her body until someone made you. You knew you couldn't risk that. And Star would never want that for you anyway. So you stumble through the streets. You canât tell how long you've walked for but suddenly you're back at the motel staring at your door. Unlocking it, you shakily step inside before closing the door behind you. You let out a shuttered breath, sliding down the door and onto the floor. Curling in on yourself you hug your head between your arms, letting out a muffled whimper. Your mind is numb and your body aches as you continue to lay huddled on the floor all throughout the night.
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