#the only thing was be born eat and sleep and now they're being killed

[endartea]

[astrronomemes]

THAT '70S SHOW: STARTERS

a collection of my personal favorite quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 1998-2006 television sitcom, That '70s Show. change & alter as needed.

"Well, damn, [name], I can't control the weather!"

"If I could run across a beach into my own arms, I would."

"Yelling is the only part of being a father that I enjoy."

"What did you eat for breakfast? Carnation Instant Bitch?"

"Why do you think the Martians won't land here? Because they're green, and they know people are going to make fun of them."

"It's every little girl's dream to get married out of spite!"

"We keep our Christmas decorations down there! Baby Jesus was watching!"

"If this van's a-rockin'... we're in there, doing it."

"Well, I'd like to help, but not as much as I'd like not to."

"Anyone else feel like a rainbow?"

"My heart aches with pain. When I see you, I vomit. Die away from me."

"The beautiful cannot be held responsible for the havoc our looks create."

"My foot is shaking, it wants to kick his ass so bad!"

"Just once, I want the right thing and the topless thing to be the same thing!"

"If you don't get caught, everything is legal."

"I am not drunk! I am upset! ...And drunk."

"Where Zen ends, ass-kicking begins."

"Life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you."

"I'm a hot-looking, smooth-talking, frisky-ass son of a bitch."

"[Name], get in the car. We're going on a freaking date."

"When I go to the hospital, I like to not die."

"Crack a book, you lazy son of a bitch."

"If you really do love her, there's only one thing to do, man. You got to dump her, and live free."

"I'm going to go out, meet some boys, and crush their hearts one by one."

"I'm like ketchup. I go good on everything."

"I was never happy. I was just less pissed off."

"So that's what an adulteress is! I always thought it was a tiny adult."

"For your information, I'm already sorry I was ever born."

"What are you gonna put on your résumé? Dumbass?"

"I'd get up, but my back is still sore from that knife you stuck in it."

"I don't want to go outside! There are people out there!"

"I cannot be held responsible for the things that come out of my mouth!"

"Oh, no. Now I have to act normal."

"You can hit him in the groin with a banjo."

"Well, I've got to go to sleep, because I have a big day of misery ahead of me tomorrow."

"I don't need another friend. I've already got two."

"Seeing you work hard and take pride in what you do... I lost respect for you, man."

"I wanted to get you a card, but they don't have one for our specific situation. So, here — happy first communion."

"I could kill you without making a sound."

"I can't go outside. I'm allergic to pollen. And social situations."

[piratefishmama]

RARE OC TIME WITH PIRATE.

FORGET GOOD PERSON OC'S

I wanna hear about your unhinged villain OC's.

i'll go first--

When i was a bit younger, i created a webcomic that played with the idea of fictional worlds being real. I know, we've all done it here and there. I didn't have the arty skills to keep it going very far, but like, it played with the idea of those worlds being just out of reach of our dimension, but with the right push, say, from a pissy god tryina get back at its twin, could tumble through into the real, where the creators lived.

And one of these 'fictional' creations, was a character called Mallory.

Each 'fictional' creation i made for this comic, had their own backstories, including the type of person who originally CREATED their world, like... Tolkien, George R.R. Martin, Gene Roddenberry, George Lucas, someone created them, and it couldn't be me lmao so i had to make the people up too!

Mallory's world was made by someone with some serious small minded misogyny issues. I imagined that it'd have been some few hundred copies published horror novel that didn't get much traction.

Her kind were often culled at birth depending on biological sex, and their behaviours were determined by what biological sex they were.

If they were born men? Champions, powerful beings of light, Guardians. They gained their power from the SUN, from all sources of light but the sun gave them the most power, and they were good, pure souls in every way, good without any drive for evil. Probably wouldn't even get a parking ticket, would probably stand in a doorway holding doors open to let people go through first for hours, would put their coat on a wet floor to stop someone from getting their shoes wet.

They're good.

Only sleeping with one of these men could create another of their divided kind. They werent freaks of nature that could pop out at random, they were a separate race of humanoids that could breed with humans.

The women, were either killed at birth for a very valid reason, or snuck out by their human mothers.

Without fail, the second that child got her first period, she would be enveloped by darkness. Without any sign of turning before it, completely unpredictable.

A first period was basically sign of CONGRATS, YOU'RE NOW AN EVERCHANGING MONSTER, GO HAVE FUN ON YOUR MURDEROUS RAMPAGE ALMOST NOBODY WILL BE ABLE TO STOP YOU.

Women were powerful, far more so than the men but their solitary nature and limited numbers guaranteed that eventually they would be overwhelmed. They gained power from the darkness, shadows, their forms constantly shifting like smoke. Rarely would they appear the same way twice.

They were always more powerful, because the darkness is just the absense of light, even during the day, there are shadows, there is darkness. There is always something stuck in the dark.

Their first kills would always be the mothers that snuck them away, always the mothers who hid them thinking their child would be different. Thinking their child could be saved if they simply raised her differently, gave her a chance.

These creatures have no redeeming qualities, they kill because it's fun, they enjoy it, they have no reason, no motivation, no painful backstory to explain their behaviour, they dont eat their kills, it's not a sustenance thing, they don't even care that their kind are culled at birth, it's irrelevant to them once matured.

They survived, why should they care about the girls who didn't?

She was never supposed to leave her dimension. That pissy god? made a very terrible mistake, and allowed her to slip through into the real, the original world filled with creators.

and they cant get her back home unless she goes willingly, because neither the god, or it's twin, have any power over the dark.

[alien-slushie]

Fun little Kokichi Oma Headcannons!

Some of these are sad, but imma try to keep it light hearted.

Warning: This is Danganronpa so mentioned/implied teenage death

-Kokichi was actually class president for a while. As the Ultimate Supreme Leader he possesses exquisite leadership skills and was actually really good at the job. However, being class president was predictable and borning, so he forced the responsibility on someone else once he lost interest.

-Kokichi is really intelligent. Nobody ever sees him study or even turn in homework but during exams he always scores within the top three of his year.

-Kokichi only eats prepackaged food that can't be tampered with/is easy to tell if it's been tampered with. He will not accept food from anyone unless it's untouched and prepackaged, and he'll only eat "fresh" food if he's the one that cooked it.(as a result he didn't eat much during the game)

-Kokichi has minimal cooking skills. He can cook very simple dishes, and while nothing fancy it's at least edible.

-Kokichi regrets none of his actions. Sure he wishes things didn't have to go down as they did, but he doesn't regrey anything he did. He had a reason behind every action, and it was all necessary in his eyes. (If someone asked him to apologize his apology would be along the lines if "Sorry you feel that way." Sort of thing.)

-Kokichi had a pet rabbit during the game that nobody knew about until the game ended and there was just a random rabbit dressed Kokichi-Esc hopping around.

-Kokichi deliberately does things to piss people off. He calls soda "pop", he bites into a full KitKat, if he ate pizza, he would order it with pineapple and anchovies. Every time he does these things, he will stare the other person in the eye.

-Kokichi, regardless of killing game, will not sleep in front of others, or even in the open. He sleeps in any nook and cranny he can find, under his bed, in a cabinet, in a supply closet, behind the fridge(somehow), even in the walls, and air vents!

-If Kokichi ever has a mental breakdown or is genuinely crying he starts chanting "It's a Lie." Rather he's trying to convince someone else or himself is unsure. Not even he fully knows.

-Kokichi once lied about being fluent in another language, in an order to sell the lie he taught himself common phrases(and insults) and sort of got carried away. So now it's not a lie, he is in fact fluent now.

-Kokichi loves musicals. It doesn't matter what he's doing, if you whip a phone or something out and put on any musical he will steal your phone and watch the entire musical undisturbed.

-The class(heck the school in general) tries their best to keep Kokichi entertained, simply beacuse if he gets bored they're all doomed! If they set up his entertainment they at least know what's happening, where if he has to find his own, who knows what will happen.

-When you pick kokichi up by the scruff he shuts down like a cat. However, be prepared to get suckered punched when you eventually put him down. He will get revenge and it's really not worth it.

[boreal-sea]

UGH I love the Jem'hadar....

S4E23 "To The Death" is so fucking good. We really get to know their culture, how they think what they believe. We get to see some of them interacting with humans and klingons, as well as their interactions with the Vorta.

Also, First Omet'iklan shoots Weyoun, and it's always funny to watch Weyoun die.

What I really love is we get to see some of them developing respect for non-Jem'hadar. I love when Dax is speaking to one on the bridge, and they have a sweet but simultaneously profoundly sad conversation about age, what the Jem'hadar do with their days, and how they are born. The Jem'hadar she speaks to is proud to say he is eight, and is adorably surprised when Jadzia replies she's over 300.

They don't need to eat or drink or sleep. All they do, all they want to do, is train, and fight.

A 20 year old Jem'hadar is a revered elder. It's not because they can't live longer - as far as the show depicts, there's no real reason they couldn't. They just all die in battle, or they're killed by one another.

First Omet'iklan, murders his own Second after the Second gets in a fight with Worf. Afterwards, he says to Sisko he deeply valued his Second, and that they'd fought together for three years. For a Jem'hadar, that could very well be half his life up till now.

Sisko: "A dead man cannot learn from his mistakes". Omet'iklan: "A solider who cannot follow orders is a danger to his unit".

Jem'hadar are born in birthing chambers, and they don't have "females". I'm a big ol tranny so I prefer to imagine that to mean they don't have genders whatsoever. We know the Dominion clones them. I imagine the human concept of gender would confuse them.

I like to headcanon that individual Jem'hadar actually use it/its pronouns. That wasn't really a thing in the 90's, but it really fits with their worldview and how they think of themselves.

Pretend dialogue:

"Are you a man, or a woman?" "I am a Jem'hadar soldier." "What's in your pants?" "Several knives."

And now I absolutely need trans Jem'hadar. In my imaginary AU, some of the Jem'hadar who decide to leave the Dominion are actually successful and don't all die. Imagine a Jem'hadar learning about genders and deciding it wants one!

Also, I'm a sucker for loyalty, and for breaking that loyalty. But I'm also a sucker for characters who, within a framework of loyalty that is supposed to be absolute, decide to bend how that loyalty works, and to whom they are loyal.

Like Omet'iklan. Sure, he's loyal to the Vorta and to Weyoun, but only because that's how things are structured in the Dominion. If your god tells you "be obedient to the Vorta, and through them, you will show obedience to me" then you do it. We see it in the episode "Rocks and Shoals", where a different First decides that loyalty to Weyoun is the truest form of honor, even though he knows Weyoun is sending him to his death against Sisko. Meanwhile, in "To The Death", First Omet'iklan feels that Weyoun deserves to die for daring to question his loyalty.

And it's those little things that get to me so much about the Jem'hadar!!! They are not single-minded!! Every single Jem'hadar is an individual being, with his own thoughts and feelings!

We see so many examples of them breaking away completely, and sometimes just questioning their place in the universe - "Hippocratic oath", "Rocks And Shoals", "To The Death".

Star Trek in the 90's always did this...

"Here is this monstrous looking species, they are the bad guys!"

but then a new writer gets a hold on them and says "actually, these monsters? they're nuanced. look, see under the covers!"

And with the Jem'hadar we really get that all in one series, but we never get the payoff of them finally breaking away from the Dominion.

[luvhughes43]

got a lil carried away but i only did the first album. for the second and third i rec dinner and diatribes, wasteland baby!, movement, talk, would that i, nfwmb, moments silence, da shelby pt2, francesca, i,carrion, damage gets done, all things end, abstract (psychopomp), unknown/nth, swan upon leda, better love. but literally every song is amazing so i rec everything😭😭 these are just some of my favs!! the bold are my everything's.

1st album:

take me to church: i mean she's iconic "to keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice. drain the whole sea, get something shiny, something meaty for the main course"

angel of small death and the codeine scene: 1st angel of small death is angel of orgasm, the french call an orgasm "the small or little death". "lay my heart down with the rest at her feet....it's bloody and raw but i swear it is sweet"

jackie and wilson: "she found me just in time cause with my mid youth crisis all said and done i need to be youthfully felt cause god i never felt young"

someone new: "there's an art to life's distraction, to somehow escape the burning wait" "i fall in love just a little oh little bit with someone new everyday" "the stranger the better"

to be alone: horny. "when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes honey i feel like a person for a moment of my life" "to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you" "it's the god that heroine prays to"

from eden: "there's something lonesome about you, something so wholesome" "there's something wretched about this, something so precious about this" "you're familiar like my mirror years ago, idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. innocence died screaming honey ask me i should now. i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door"

in a week: "after the insects have made their claim i'll be home with you"

sedated: "you and i nursing on a poison that never stung" "free and young we can feel none of it" "darlin don't you join in you're supposed to drag me away from it"

work song: literally everything here is a masterpiece. can't even pick lyrics. they're all so good here. "i'm so full of love i can barley eat, there's nothing sweeter than my baby, i'd never want once from the cherry tree cause my baby's sweet as can be she gives me toothaches just from kissing me" "NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER" "if the lord don't forgive me, i'd still have my babe and my babe would have me" "heaven and hell were words to me"

like real people do: "i will not ask where you came from honey neither should you" "so i will not ask you why you were creeping, in some sad way i already know" "put your sweet lips on mine, we should just kiss like real people do"

it will come back: watch live performance at birmingham bc it's so horny. comparing himself to a stray animal that will come back once you start feeding it and being nice to it. goes from third to first person. talking about an animal then talking about himself. "you know better than to look at it like that" "leave it to the lands this is what it knows, honey that's how it sleeps" "jesus christ don't be kind to it, it will come back" "i know who i am when i'm alone, im something else when you're near, you don't understand, you should never know how easy you are to need" "don't let me in with no intention to keep me, jesus christ don't be kind to me, i will come back" "it can't be unlearned i've known the warmth of your doorway through the cold i'll find my way back to you, oh please give me mercy no more, it's a kindness you can't afford, i want you babe each night as sure as you're born, you'll hear me howling outside your door"

foreigners god: "still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man's beliefs always a well dressed fraud" "screaming the name of a foreigners god, the purest expression of grief" "she feels no safety, i've no language left to say it but all i do is crave her, breaking if i try to convey it, the broken love i make to her"

cherry wine: my fav. she is about domestic violence tho keep it in mind "eyes and words are so icy oh but she burns like rum on a fire" "the way she tells me i'm hers and she's mine open hand or closed fist would be fine, the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine" "just like she throws with the arm of her brother" literally the whole song, if i out more lyrics it'll be the whole song. it's a masterpiece.

in the woods somewhere: "forgot all prayers of joining you, i clutched my life and wished it kept, my dearest love i'm not done yet"

run: "i need you to run to me lover" "her hungry eyes, her ancient soul" "to slowly learn of her ancient misery to be twisted by something, a shame without a sin" "rushing to shore to meet her foaming with loneliness" "rare is this love keep it covered"

this is soo.. omg thank you so much🫶🫶🫶 i’ve made a playlist with ur bolded songs added first, and then ur other recs following🫶🫶🫶 i’m going to listen while i study and i’ll let u know my thoughts when i’ve listened throughly🤍🫶🫶🫶

this is so sweet thank you so much for taking the time to do this i’m literally melting

[sharplikenedge]

name:  Orion Yeager

AGE: 35

OCCUPATION: exorcist/ priest/ part time Umbragate agency.

SPECIES: Angel (forgets they are one. Due to lost memory)

HEIGHT: 5′0″  

They/Them Nonbinary

PERSONALITY:

When you take a first glance at Orion everyone can smell booze and cigarettes, as if it is their own body odor. Orion is an odd Person. There is no fear among them as if death is only their friend, and knowing what they can do, Orion isn’t afraid to be adventurous. Unlike most priests, Orion is the opposite, they're rather devious, childlike personality that doesn’t clash well with other individuals around them. Being a lone wolf they are, Orion is quite known for their snarky remarks and sassy attitude.

Having depression makes them drink and smoke a lot, too much in fact it is just the way they are. Orion doesn’t get along with authorities and is rude to the bunch. While they are considered a drunk hobo, Orion is very considerate, looking out for folks and trying to save them to the best of their abilities, and willing to save someone’s life in a trade with their own.

Having no fear of the unknown, Orion tends to end up sleeping outside or on a bench, even during meeting sessions. The priest themself is quite talkative and foul-mouthed, which gets them in trouble more way than one. Orion is also a forward speaker, and won’t sugar code their voice just to be nice to someone, whether it be a child or an elderly. Orion, despite everything, is one of the smartest individual, and learns things pretty easily while it take others many years; Orion knows five different languages: (German, Japanese, Latin, English, and Spanish) And reads scripts and chants for exorcism is like eating cake.

BIO:

When Orion was first born they said they were glowing with bright light, almost blinding the doctors in the hospital, and growing up, they'll never know of their own origin and even till this day. Orion lived with their mother before she was killed by a demon and they were almost killed during the process, yet, Orion was saved (by an exorcist) and ended up becoming an orphan. It turns out, that beings like them seem to attract demons and evil alike, causing them to have bad luck all around.

The Priest knew of Orion's origin well enough, but having such a kind heart and taking pity on the child, couldn’t even harm Orion.

Orion was sent to the Orphanage, during those times they were living a relatively normal life, although, once they did hit 12 another incident happened where the orphanage was caught on fire. Yet, even if it did happen, Orion was the only individual who survived the fire, every other individual was killed in the process.

Happening twice already, Orion was now sent to learn in a church community, to learn to become a priest instead, seeing how no one wanted them in their orphanage due to their link to being a bad luck.

The Vatican took this opportunity, having an individual with strange power, to work for them as a tool of God. That is when they decided to let them in. The child was to be a weapon to save humanity.

Orion attended school much like normal students would, and after graduating, they were sent to training. Now, the training is only for elite exorcists; training itself was brutal and Orion experienced firsthand just how many bones and bruises they had to endure to live, to survive their training into becoming a living weapon for the Vatican. It took Orion five years to learn thoroughly before being sent out into the fields. they were usually the ones they’d send when the situation got hairy...

ABILITY:

Regeneration

perification

Fire manipulation

healing

(Regeneration is the only thing that works around the clock, the others Orion doesn’t even know how to use it, they are mostly sealed away and used only when they're in a death situation. Usually, when using the others they're knocked out.)

Hand to hand combats.

Weapon expert.  

Weapons:

Hidden dagger.

Hidden gun.

shoes knife. 

[crims0nfangs]

DEMON SLAYER OC!!

Her design is a bit rough, I'll probably eventually go back and edit her kimono cloak thing to make it feel more accurate (if anyone has tips lmk, I'm very bad at designing clothes in general. I'd even do an art trade if someone can design me an accurate version with the same concept!!) But this is how she is for now.

I'll put her rough backstory down below!

She was born to a family of hunters in the mountains, near a small hunting village. This village worshiped a "Mountain god", who was said to bless them with the best game if they respected the land. Her mother and father were very dysfunctional, fighting over money and other things nearly every day. Due to this for most of her childhood Izanami spent all her time roaming the mountains, hunting and honing her skills. Besides that, she loves nature and animals and spent a lot of time caring for them, and has strong ethics around the act of hunting.

During one of her outings she comes across a Honshū wolf, thought eradicated. It was heavily wounded by hunters, and she saved it. It then became her loyal companion.

One night after an expedition, she comes back home to find it in flames, and her mother and father dead. Knowing that the mountain god betrayed them, she sought it out for revenge. Upon finding the mountain god, she was never the same.

The mountain god was actually a demon, who only killed her family after her father had set their home on fire in an attempt to kill his wife and move on. This demon, although twisted, is benevolent to the villagers as long as they respect him and his land, and shows some sympathy for this girl and sees potential in her being a demon as well. In an attempt to convince her to become a demon, he turns her wolf into a demon. This enraged Izanami and she attempts to fight the demon only to be cornered in a small rocky crevice. The demon sits outside attempting to wait her out to convince her to accept becoming a demon.

Her wolf, still loyal to her and now with demonic powers, communicates with her. The wolf offers it's life to her, and it's powers, to merge with her flesh and give her only a temporary demonic state. Izanami refuses, but the wolf doesn't want her to become a demon or die, so it cuts off its own head and tells her to consume its flesh to merge with it. Izanami, in desperation and anger, tries, but instantly throws up and states she'd rather die. In that one bite, however, the changes already began, and she blacks out. 

She wakes up battered and far away, without recollection of what actually happened and without the wolf at her side, but its spirit now merged with hers.

///

Basically she has the same demon eating powers as Genya, with a little story as to how she got those powers! To my knowledge there isn't an explanation on how Genya himself got those powers, so I took the liberty of making something original. Although unlike Genya Izanami uses her own breathing form as well. The rough name for this breathing form is Dream Breathing.

Her breathing technique is very stealthy, quick, and based on killing the enemy or inflicting lots of damage before they're aware of your presence, almost like putting them to sleep. It comes off very peaceful and tranquil.

She uses a Yumi with Nichirin tipped arrows as well as a short, dagger like sword for close up combat.

Nami (for short) is very quiet, both in speech and in mannerisms. She can be a little cold, and often rejects shows of affection or attempts at gratitude. Her sole worry is eradicating the "evil gods", aka demons, to the point she is a severe insomniac and hardly ever sleeps. When she eventually has to and caves, she'll be asleep for a whole day or possibly even more, often falling asleep in a tree or somewhere hidden. She's an expert hunter and survivor on the mountains, similar to Inosuke, earning some interest and respect from him.

Her and Genya have some sort of past together, meeting during final selection. I haven't figured entirely what I want it to be yet �� we'll see what I cook up.

I hope someone finds her interesting, and I'm excited to develop her further!

If you have a demon slayer oc and would like to have them interact, or have her cameo in a piece or something, please feel free, just make sure to show me cuz 👀 demon slayer brainworms lol

[colloquialbitchisms]

VILLAIN VIBES ( PART 2 )

prompts from songs on my muse's villain playlist. feel free to change pronouns/tenses/etc as needed, or even combine any of them.

NO BODY, NO CRIME — TAYLOR SWIFT FT. HAIM

“i think i'm gonna call him out.” “i ain't letting up until the day i die.” “i think he did it, but i just can't prove it.” “no body, no crime.” “i've cleaned enough houses to know how to clean up a scene.” “she thinks i did it, but she just can't prove it.” “i wasn't letting up until the day he died.”

WICKED AS THEY COME — CRMNL

“first things first, i'm a sinner.” “it's not fun being a saint.” “heart as cold as the winter, and i don't wanna be saved.” “sold my soul to the devil.” “got no fear of the dead.” “i ain't scared of the end.” “pay me what you owe me.” “see you on the dark side when i'm done.” “i'm as wicked as they come.” “i'm hooked on the taste of revenge.” “blood in the water, blood on my hands.” “i feel at home in the darkness.”

BREAKFAST — DOVE CAMERON

“let me show you power.” “i eat boys like you for breakfast.” “i never said it's right, but i'm gonna keep doing it.” “yeah, i'm sick. and honestly, i'm getting high off it.” “do you wanna see a magic trick?” “you don't know what you don't know. but i know.” “it makes me feel alive.”

TEMPORARY FUNERAL — EMLYN

“i'm laying you down to rest.” “i'm saying my final goodbye.” “it's better to mourn and move on.” “it's easier killing you off.” “how nice of you to show up.” “gonna be a quick one since nobody's sorry.” “i didn't write a eulogy, but i wore my best jewelry.”

VILLAINS AREN'T BORN ( THEY'RE MADE ) — PEGGY

“someone's gotta win & lose.” “they say my heart is almost black; who's to blame for that?” “i'm anything but tame.” “grab your sword, you might just need it.” “i'm not afraid of cheating.” “scream my name when they run. honestly, it's kind of fun.” “i'm never satisfied at all.” “they take, they take until you give.” “i aim before i kill.” “live only for the thrill.” “there's nothing left to lose.” “don't tell me it's not fair; believe me, i've been there.” “i'd much rather be alone if i'm sitting on a throne.” “i hate to tell you this way.” “villains aren't born. darlin’, we're made.”

DIRTY THOUGHTS — CHLOE ADAMS

“all the corners of my mind start racing.” “things that should be kept in the basement.” “spend my time trying to erase them.” “i shouldn't think the things i'm thinking.” “god can't save me now.” “i know i ain't that holy.” “i get dirty thoughts about you.” “does that mean that i'm going to hell?”

TROUBLE — VALERIE BROUSSARD

“we wear red so they don't see us bleed.” “we intend not to sleep ‘til we're dead.” “trouble coming in the dead of night.” “i'm that knife in your boot.” “i'm your number two man in a fight.” “here comes trouble.”

VIGILANTE SHIT — TAYLOR SWIFT

“you did some bad things, but i'm the worst of them.” “they say looks can kill, and i might try.” “lately i've been dressing for revenge.” “she had the envelope, where do you think she got it from?” “the lady simply had enough.” “someone told his white collar crimes to the fbi.” “i don't dress for villains or for innocents.” “i'm on my vigilante shit again.”

A LITTLE WICKED — VALERIE BROUSSARD

“no one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.” “there's a serpent in these still waters, lying deep down.” “just like you said, i am a little wicked.” “i'll be high up in that tower, he'll be down there getting stoned.” “i will not scream, i will not weep.” “if he should die before he wakes, i pray the lord his soul to take.”

[inevitable-pretty-chaos]

Okay, so... here's the promised post about my species, yaay!!

[Have in mind that I will write a few little thing ms about my lore –> my dimension-related experiences, but ai won't explain everything, because of various reasons.]

So, let's start!

I am sure about one thing about my species – I literally have no idea who I am. /hj Long story short – I have an amnesia and I don't remember a lot, ha. No, seriously, I can describe my species very well. But who am I, what is the name of my species? I want to know, but, eh, I can't gain that knowledge now.

Let's start with the general description or, shortly: what do I look like?

So I have fair skin, black curly hair, freckles, purple eyes... I changed my appearance in the headspace to feel more comfortable and in my dimension I was similar, but different. I won't fully describe here my general appearance in the dimension, because it it's just not important. What's important is that I literally looked like a human. Maybe a weird human since I had straight, medium long hair with a gray color that faded smoothly to white, forming some kind of streaks. And I had a very dark eyes. But at the beginning I was no different from the human being.

But later I discovered my second form. And it changed everything.

So, my second form is similar to my normal one. What's different then? Well, in that form I have claws made of some kind of metal that I can easily retract, completely black eyes, and sharp teeth, because yes, I forgot to mention, in every form my teeth are all sharp and fang-like. And in that form it's easier to use my powers. But about it later.

And what's my behavior? What can I do?

Oh, well, considering only species-related behavior... Hm, sometimes I act like a cat. I like to sleep many hours or hunt. But it's not so important. What's more important? Hm, I love to bite others. And scratch things around me. And, in my dimension... I probably eat flesh and blood. I hunted other beings using my claws, teeth and powers and let's just said that I was cruel. I hiss at others when I'm annoyed or angry. I love to spend my time in a completely darkness. I can see well in the dark. I am fast. I'm not the strongest one in my dimension, but because of my magic, I'm very powerful. And I'm very connected to the night and the darkness. It also looks like I'm kinda a shapeshifter?? But I can only turn completely or not into a smoke or a smoke-related liquid. And as a smoke I can float. That's it, I guess.

Ah, finally, about my powers or magic, whatever it's called.

I have two types of magic and a few abilities related to them.

One of the powers looks like black smoke, it can only change form into liquid. I was born/created with this power. Its main use is defense. Mainly because it is very poisonous not only in liquid form, because then it turns into poison and kills, but also as smoke, because then it destroys body tissues. It is directly related to the darkness and my dimension and because of it I have one ability related to the Neutrals –> animal-like beings from my dimension.

Oh, so what are the Neutrals, hm?? They're made of the darkness similar to mine and of the fragments of the souls of the beings from my dimension and a few selected humans from this dimension. They can look like a smoke with shining fragments, but they can change their shapes to any animal they want. They contains the memories of a dead person and their souls are able to heal others. And, of course, they act and think like animals and have similar inteligence.

So what about my ability??

It looks like I can control them and put them inside my body. So my body kinda contains Neutrals. I know, weird. I can use the Neutrals for defense or just to heal myself or others by copying soul fragments and making solutions from them.

My other magic is really... different.

I wasn't born/created with it, so I xan say it was a punishment/reward/experiment or whatever else. It was, it is... too powerful for my body and I guess that's why I was sick all the time in my dimension, but that's another story. This magic looks like a galaxy. And it's sooo pretty! It’s not related to the darkness, but it can do awesome things. I can change the form of it. It can be a smoke, liquid or have solid form. It's not dangerous at all or at least I don't know anything about it. I can turn it into anything I want, create different spells with it and generally it's very useful.

And I think it’s all?? I could, of course, write more about my lore, but it's very complicated and I still have an amnesia and I just simply wanted to write something about my species.

You all, of course, ask questions in the comments or asks or wherever you want.

Oh and here's a very old drawing of a Neutral made by Wren!!

~Nyx

[christophimer]

Alithanthus (redesign)

TLDR lore that's slightly insane ahah - a spirit that was originally one of a group planted from seeds to be born/become the servants of a storm giant Harr-morr as his wife's dying gift (to look after said giant in her absence). but the land they're planted on belongs to another spirit (a sort of fox called Reddach) who is annoyed by the situation and manages to dig them up and send them away. and Alithanthus being one of the later ones doesn't immediately die from this and he wanders around before helping a witch named Ya-minteria who accidently discovered she had magic by putting herself into a magical sleep for a month. and now he's kinda become her servant and is helping her on her vague quest for power while the previous storm giant has realized what has happened and is now trying to get his intended servants back. ... to very poorly explain it ahah

I find it kinda fun to poorly explain my characters/stories - mainly because there's usually so much for each of them... But hey- my weird 12th century fin-es-mal story...

He kinda acts like a magic source for Ya-minteria - she eats the leaves that grow from his head (spirit's magic 'regrows' because it's part of them, while human's doesn't, being born with a set amount at birth which depletes. But human's using magic are more powerful than spirit's as their body isn't made to use it in only one way. so traditionally wizards/witches have used/stolen spirit's magic to use for themselves (often by killing the spirit etc),,, which is why spirits don't generally like wizards/witches.

To put the whole matter simply - the most powerful spirit's/gods of this world are the island spirit's. they are asleep all of the time and kinda vaguely watch over things in their dreams. all magic in the world comes from them (and it's why magic has to follow certain rules etc,) spirit's are born from their dreams by their magic and so are more limited - humans kinda appeared naturally and most island spirits got attached to them so give certain human babies magic to keep them fairly balanced by spirits/make sure they don't get wiped out. As you need magic to start with to get more - but it means humans aren't bound by the same rules that spirit's are (but the island spirit's will always take something in exchange for their gift based off the person's own thoughts... which is sometimes very abstract.) it's a bit complicated ahah, but it makes sense to me.

Alithanthus due to his growth being disturbed can't really use magic... other than to just exist. Ya-minteria's magic is based off illusions and whenever she uses magic she falls into an sleep that lasts equivalent to the magic used.

[workserchart]

name:  Orion Yeager

AGE: 35

OCCUPATION: exorcist/ priest/ part time Umbragate agency.

SPECIES: Angel (forgets they are one. Due to lost memory)

HEIGHT: 5′0″  

They/Them Nonbinary

PERSONALITY:When you take a first glance at Orion everyone can smell booze and cigarettes, as if it is their own body odor. Orion is an odd Person. There is no fear among them as if death is only their friend, and knowing what they can do, Orion isn’t afraid to be adventurous. Unlike most priests, Orion is the opposite, they're rather devious, childlike personality that doesn’t clash well with other individuals around them.

Being a lone wolf they are, Orion is quite known for their snarky remarks and sassy attitude.Having depression makes them drink and smoke a lot, too much in fact it is just the way they are. Orion doesn’t get along with authorities and is rude to the bunch. While they are considered a drunk hobo, Orion is very considerate, looking out for folks and trying to save them to the best of their abilities, and willing to save someone’s life in a trade with their own.

Having no fear of the unknown, Orion tends to end up sleeping outside or on a bench, even during meeting sessions. The priest themself is quite talkative and foul-mouthed, which gets them in trouble more way than one. Orion is also a forward speaker, and won’t sugar code their voice just to be nice to someone, whether it be a child or an elderly. Orion, despite everything, is one of the smartest individual, and learns things pretty easily while it take others many years; Orion knows five different languages: (German, Japanese, Latin, English, and Spanish) And reads scripts and chants for exorcism is like eating cake.

BIO:When Orion was first born they said they were glowing with bright light, almost blinding the doctors in the hospital, and growing up, they'll never know of their own origin and even till this day. Orion lived with their mother before she was killed by a demon and they were almost killed during the process, yet, Orion was saved (by an exorcist) and ended up becoming an orphan. It turns out, that beings like them seem to attract demons and evil alike, causing them to have bad luck all around.

The Priest knew of Orion's origin well enough, but having such a kind heart and taking pity on the child, couldn’t even harm Orion.Orion was sent to the Orphanage, during those times they were living a relatively normal life, although, once they did hit 12 another incident happened where the orphanage was caught on fire. Yet, even if it did happen, Orion was the only individual who survived the fire, every other individual was killed in the process.

Happening twice already, Orion was now sent to learn in a church community, to learn to become a priest instead, seeing how no one wanted them in their orphanage due to their link to being a bad luck.The Vatican took this opportunity, having an individual with strange power, to work for them as a tool of God. That is when they decided to let them in. The child was to be a weapon to save humanity. Orion attended school much like normal students would, and after graduating, they were sent to training.

Now, the training is only for elite exorcists; training itself was brutal and Orion experienced firsthand just how many bones and bruises they had to endure to live, to survive their training into becoming a living weapon for the Vatican. It took Orion five years to learn thoroughly before being sent out into the fields. they were usually the ones they’d send when the situation got hairy...

ABILITY:

Regeneration

perification

Fire manipulation

healing(Regeneration is the only thing that works around the clock, the others Orion doesn’t even know how to use it, they are mostly sealed away and used only when they're in a death situation. Usually, when using the others they're knocked out.)

Hand to hand combats.

Weapon expert.  

Weapons:Hidden dagger.Hidden gun.shoes knife. 

[izzy-b-hands]

What Happens To The Heart-Ch 3

Ngl this one is heavy at the start with some backstory for Izzy. TW for infant death, premature birth (not graphic), and Izzy's mother asking him to do something no child should ever have to do, as well as her being emotionally abusive.

It also ends on a heavy cliffhanger, but let me reassure things will be okay. Normally I'd just let the cliff hang, but this chapter is A Lot so. Yeah.

We will get lighter again, I promise. Just gotta get through the painful bits first.

---

He doesn't always hate being bored, but now?

Hates it with every inch of his being.

"Someone could have at least had the decency to still be alive," Izzy grumbles aloud. He sifts hot sand through his fingers until it makes his skin burn, while the waves crash to break the otherwise unending silence.

He looks behind him to the trees and path to the village, as if someone might pop out on cue.

Nothing. No one. A silly thought, childish even. As if someone would magically be there just because he wishes they would be.

A small crab scuttles near him, and he lets it climb onto his hand.

"You have anything interesting to say?"

Tiny black beady eyes look at him.

"Me neither. Any idea what happened to that village?"

The crab uses its claw to flick sand off of its eyes.

"You killed them all? I'm impressed. Looked like an illness, but you're just that good."

He stands, and the crab sits on his hand obediently.

"You won't like it off the sand," Izzy says as he sets the crab down at the start of the beach. "See you tomorrow?"

The crab looks up at him, then scuttles off.

On the horizon, dark clouds roll towards the island. His lean-to will be no good in a storm, or rather, not enough.

He chooses the one house that seems empty of corpses. The smell of death still breaches it, but he closes the windows in the vain hope it might help.

Any bad food is tossed outside, his own things moved in.

Even then, a harsh scent remains.

"I would have noticed," Izzy mumbles. "If there had been a-"

There's one other room to the home he hasn't explored. He swings open the door, and the scent of death crashes over him again.

A cradle. Tucked against the far wall, covered with a thin sheet of muslin as an insect deterrent.

He forces himself to walk up to it, and picks up the bundle inside.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, though there's no need to apologize. But it shakes him, brings his own corpses up to the surface.

--

"Here," his mother shoves the bloody bundle into his arms. "Get rid of it."

The baby gasps and wails. A baby brother.

"Mum-"

"Don't call me that," she spits. "Do as I say."

"Couldn't we-"

She yanks him close to her bed by the front of his shirt. "I can barely feed us as it is. You're more than enough strain on me; the last thing I need is another one grubbing around, taking up what little I make."

His mother falls back on her pillow, heaving again with exertion. She no longer seems to need him, so he leaves with the baby in his arms.

"I'm Izzy," he tells the squirming bundle. "Well, Israel. Mum doesn't even call me by that though."

The baby hiccups and sniffs, and he does his best to use his shirt sleeve to wipe his brother's mouth and nose clean.

"I'm your big brother," he continues as he makes his way to the far back field. "But there's Eli and Leah too, so you won't be alone."

His mother had said each time that the babies would be born sleeping, because she triggered her labor too early.

But each time, he walks to the field like this, with a very much living sibling.

"I'm sorry Mum won't name you, or let you stay," Izzy says as he gently sits by the first two graves. "But I'll name you. I did it for Eli and Leah too. Mum would, she just...can't."

His mother works hard. They're barely treading water most of the time, but she makes sure they both eat.

His father doesn't seem to mind one way or the other, and Izzy no longer cares if he cares or not. He only ever shows up long enough to get his mother's hopes up, and the last few times has left them like this.

His mother expecting, and Izzy the only one to help her.

"If I wasn't going to leave with Ed, maybe I could have hidden you and looked after you," Izzy murmurs and rocks his brother in his arms when the cool wind makes him cry. "But I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't. I can't stay here any longer, and I can't be the brother you need."

He's only delaying the inevitable by carefully unwrapping his brother long enough to get him tucked into his shirt, against his skin. The bloody fabric sits in his lap, turning to shades of rust as it dries.

"I know," he whispers as he rocks gently, as much for himself as his brother. "She didn't want me either. I don't know why she didn't kill me."

But he does know. She couldn't bear it herself. She needed one alive to do it for her, to sit with and hand her unwanted children to death.

He cries, and gently pats his brother's back while he thinks on a name.

"Tam," he decides. "That means innocent, Tam. Because you are. You didn't ask for this. Neither of us did."

Tam lasts longer through the night than he expects, for how small he is.

When Izzy realizes he's gone, he sobs.

He sings the lullabies Ed's mother used to sing to them both when they were younger, as he digs Tam's grave with his hands.

"I'm sorry," he says again as he wraps Tam in the bloody cloth that's both baby blanket and shroud. "I love you. I wish I'd gotten to know you."

He buries Tam, makes a small grave marker of stones, then lays in front of all three and weeps until he falls asleep.

--

Izzy looks at the small grave. Too small. He wonders if the baby had been wanted. What had they been named.

He washes his hands and clothes in the house, leaving him in his underclothes.

Outside, the storm swells and groans, battering the island with rain and wind.

The front door locks, but he pushes a heavy chair in front of it anyway, before going to the bed.

He lays, and weeps, and wonders what it's like to feel wanted, instead of needed for someone else's purpose.

--

"Ed, this must be it," Stede says, pushing his sopping hair off his forehead. "We have to stop here anyway. This storm-"

"I know!" Ed nods and struggles with the oars. "Give it a minute!"

He reaches over and moves Ed's hair out of his eyes. "How can I help?"

Ed snorts. "Just don't fall out. Are you going to hold my hair out of my way until we reach shore?"

Stede smiles. "If it would h-"

--

Izzy wanders out as soon as the storm clears, to see what it might have brought ashore. Might be nothing useful, but he can't bear sitting alone in the house with his thoughts.

He picks his way through a mess of shells, broken bits of driftwood, and dead fish.

"Wonder if the crab made it," he mumbles to himself as he walks.

Then stops dead in his tracks.

Ed, Stede, and the remains of a dinghy washed up on the beach.

[wannajointhecrabcult]

Masks and Music

(Part 1)

Part 2

I didn't think that my last post would've gotten ANY notes at all, so imagine my surprise when I find out that people actually liked it. After that suprise I thought why not and make another one so here we go! This is a Miraculous/Batfam crossover.

Imagine that Damian gets sent to Paris because the fam doesn't want him to become an emotionally constipated sad boi like Bruce and think that a change in scenery would help.

They don't know about the whole Hawkmoth situation because SOMEONE from the justice league decided that the while thing was a prank DESPITE that it was an ENTIRE CITY calling instead of a single person.

Like, aren't you guys supposed to be the world's greatest heros or something?

Who hired you?

Damian being the grumpy lil kid that he is holds a grudge and decides to not accept any calls or video chats from his family or tell them about Hawkmoth because that's what you get when you send someone across the world against their will.

(and because of plot convenience shhh)

Anyways, Damian goes to school as instantly adds Lila onto his mental list of people he needs to get rid of.

I mean, seriously, he's only been is the room for what, 15 seconds and he's already getting a migraine?

Great. Juusssttt great.

He sits in the back of the class with what seems to be the only person with brain cells in this room.

The dark haired girl just looks over and sees the disgust at Lila written all over his face and gives him a silent empathetic nod.

'This is unfortunately normal here.' she tries to convey through the small action.

He just nods back to show his understanding before turning around to observe the others.

In a few minutes Ms. Bustier walks in the room and asks him to introduce himself to the class.

It looks like the teacher never told the class that they were getting a new student because they all have to do double takes when they realize that there's a new face in the room.

He gives them the bare basics, telling them that his name is Damian Grayson, he's from America, and that he doesn't want any of them to talk to him before sitting down.

Clearly the teacher wanted him to say more or scold him for being so rude but a glare shut her up.

Later during a break period Lila tries to flirt with him and brags all about how she's met so many different celebrities and her achievements.

He tells her off and tries to move away but her nails are digging into his arms as she tries to convince him that he should stay away from Marinette.

Before he can maim her, the dark haired girl comes out from behind him and starts spraying Lila down like an unruly cat with some sort of strong smelling liquid from a spray bottle.

Lila screeches and stomps away.

When he turns to his hero the girl explains.

"It's a mixture of shredded lemon, expired maple syrup, vinegar, and pomegranate juice. I call it People Repellant but Thot Begone works too. Oh, and I'm Marinette by the way."

He eyes her hand before shaking it.

"Damian, though I assume you already know that. Can I get some of that by the way? I know a couple insufferable annoyances that would benefit from a spray down.

Marinette just blinks for a second before she bursts out laughing and that was the start of a great friendship.

Together they:

Make fun of Lila in the back of class.

Help eachother with homework (they only cheat off eachother when they REALLY need help)

Prank Lila in odd ways (Hey, just because she found hundreds of furbies hidden around her house that turn on one by one in the middle of the night effectively scaring the crap out of her when she's trying to sleep doesn't mean that it's their fault. She had it coming.)

Break a couple laws (shhhhhhh. Those toy stores don't need those furbies anyways).

Dare eachother over stupid things (they still insist that the cereal incident was caused by the other).

And overall become closer as friends.

They bring out the overdramatic chaotic gremlin child in eachother.

One time when Damian goes over to Marinette's place to work on a project he finds her singing a Disney song to herself on her balcony.

This isn't the first time they've caught eachother singing.

One time Marinette caught Damian in the art room at school humming one of the many annoyingly cheesy and catchy songs that Dick likes to listen to.

Despite him explaining the embarrassing situation to her she still teased him for weeks after.

He'll never get to live it down.

Damian shakes his head to get rid of the flashback when a devious smirk spreads across his face as a revenge plan comes to mind.

After carefully placing his stuff on the floor he sneakily makes his way across the space until he's right behind her.

That's when he joins in.

Screaming at the top of his lungs at first, effectively giving her a mini heart attack before eventually quieting down to a normal singing volume.

She glares at him, annoyed by his loud and obnoxious entrance before she starts singing again.

They eventually end up full Disney movie dramatically performing around her balcony with dance moves and over dramatic acting.

Is it bad that actual birds and other animals are appearing and joining in?

Damian totally kept one of the pigeons.

He named it Dolores.

(He later trained Dolores to attack Rossi on sight.)

When they're finished they end up on the floor out of breath.

They stay like that for a few minutes before Damian sits up.

"That. That was fun. I don't think I've actually ever sang before."

Marinette jolts up in suprise and turns to face him.

"Really? I never would've guessed. You have a really nice singing voice."

He would deny till his dying breath that he blushed when she said that but he covers it up with a smirk.

"Well I guess that's just because yours is so terrible in comparison."

He squawks when she jabs a finger in his side.

"Pshh. As if. Besides, my singing skills can't be worse then your gaming skills." She challenges with a cheeky smile.

"ExCuSe mE?!"

And that's how they spend the rest of the day playing video games, leaving the unfinished project to be completed on a later day.

Good thing it isn't due until 2 weeks time.

After a couple of hours playing video games, creating many possible Lila murder plans, eating pastries, and joking around, it's time for him to leave.

As Damian left for his place he got a feeling that something big was gonna happen.

Marinette also got the feeling but they both ignored it.

Little did they know, someone just happened to walk by and starstruck by the amazing singing they recorded the performance before posting it on the internet.

Imagine the duo's suprise when they wake up the next day to find themselves trending on the internet.

Luckily the video quality was pretty trash so their faces weren't identifiable but the audio was loud and clear.

The world was talking about the cute couple singing to their hearts desire on a balcony. If that's not cliche and adorable then the world doesn't know what is.

The assumption about their relationship status left them looking like tomatos but that didn't stop them from wonder why they didn't notice a creep recording them.

Damn Disney songs and their unnatural ability to distract people.

Of course Lila took advantage of the rising popularity of the video and talked about how she taught the two people in the video how to sing and gave them tips.

The two just walked past the idiot squad and sat down in their seats, making a mental note to come up with a prank later, when the akuma alarms came on.

They fall into their normal routine of Marinette running out to find a place to transform as Damian covers for her.

Oops did I forget to mention that Damian found out her identity because she crashed through his window in the middle of the night still transformed and asked him what's the answer to question 24 in their science homework because she just defeated an akuma by herself and was running on 20 minutes of sleep?

My bad.

Anyways it turns out today was the day Marinette had officially had enough of Chat's bullcrap.

It was gonna be a normal akuma situation.

Ladybug trying to fight the poor butterfly victim while chat noir either doesn't show up, tries to do everything on his own to impress her and ruins the whole plan, or just watches and complains about how she needs to get over her denial and date him BUT

This time he decided to actively try to push her in the akuma's way therefore putting her in SO MUCH MORE DANGER than she was already in.

Now she had to dodge out of the akuma's way AND CHAT'S!

WhAt ThE fUdGe?!?!

You think possibly killing Ladybug and trying to force her to beg for you to save her is gonna make her like you?!?

Just how hard did you hit your head when Gabriel dropped you on the floor when you were 2?

After the akuma was eventually defeated Ladybug told Chat to meet her on an abandoned rooftop that night because they needed to talk.

Chat being the oblivious person that he is (I swear I don't actually hate chat noir, this is for the plot I'm sorry) thought that it was for a love confession and became overly smug before leaving.

Making sure that he isn't following her, Marinette meets up with Damian at his place (school's over because of the attack) and asks him to help.

Later that day when the two miraculous holders meet up Ladybug distracts the Catboy by flirting with him while Damian uses his ninja skills for something other than sneaking up on her and giving Marinette mini heart attacks.

From behind he quickly hits a pressure point causing the other boy to fall unconscious.

Using her ALMIGHTY GUARDIAN OF THE MIRACULOUS powers, Ladybug takes Adrien's ring away and places a spell on him that makes it so he will never be able to use another miraculous ever again.

After they take Adrien home Marinette gives Damian the ring and Night Prowler is born.

He promises to do everything in his power to make sure that Selina and his family doesn't find out for the sake of his pride.

We'll see how that goes.

Night Prowler first officially appeared during an akuma named 'Break Dancer'.

Ironically, she was a ballerina that had to drop out of the finals in a competition because she broke her right leg the day before the show.

She could turn civilians into back up dancers and forced them to perform against their will.

They also worked as minions who would attack the duo for her while she stayed a safe distance away.

It was pretty obvious that the akumatized item was the music box held inside the bag that Break Dancer had slung around her shoulders but the real question was how could they get to it without becoming attacked by the backup dancer or becoming one of them.

Luckily (eheheh), a car with an open window playing music just happened to pass by before driving off.

Before it drove off, the music coming from the car was loud enough to play over the music box which caused some of the minions to become free again and run off.

Ladybug called her lucky charm and a Bobby pin landed in her hand.

As she looked around she noticed a store a couple blocks away that had a couple radios.

Unfortunately, the store was locked and closed.

Fortunately, she knew how to pick locks and a Bobby pin did come from her lucky charm soooo......

Who is she to deny literal gods.

They break into the store and grab a radio, and a speaker and rush over to where the akuma was causing chaos.

They turn on the radio, connect the speaker and turn the volume on as loud as it can go before flipping through the stations for a good song.

If they're gonna fight with music in the background they're gonna be picky about it and wont settle for anything other than epic.

While fighting they eventually get swept up in the music and end up singing along.

It's nothing less than full on majestic.

When the fight is over and the akuma is purified they find out that someone recorded it and posted it on the internet as well.

Now everyone knows that the beloved hero of Paris and her new partner were the two people singing on that balcony.

Ummmmm.....

Good thing that the video quality was trash right?

If it weren't for that their identities would've been busted the moment they started singing in hero form.

Luckily there aren't many people other than Damian that know what Marinette's singing voice sounds like so they're okay.

Well.... They WERE okay,

Until a certain rockstar and his agent came across the two videos and put two and two together.

So now King Sting (bee!jagged) and Peridot (turtle!penny) have joined the team.

Poor Penny, now she has to deal with two gremlin children and a some sort of bizarre man-child.

The next akuma confused the group quite a bit.

He didn't really do anything but sit on a rooftop waiting for the miracle team to show up.

They were all suspicious of him at first but when they did reveal themselves to him he explained his situation.

He was akumatized because his favorite rock band broke up but he didn't really want to take their miraculouses away.

He just asked if they could perform another song for him and he would give his akumatized item to them.

They all sorta looked at eachother and collectively went 'screw it why not' and sang another song.

If they were great before, they are absolutely AMAZING now.

Well that's what happens when you add a famous rockstar to a team of singing superheros I guess.

The akuma was blown away and true to his word handed over the rolled up picture in his pocket and was purified despite of Hawkmoth's nagging.

Haha screw you Hawky.

This time the ordeal was recorded by a news station and the 'hand over the akuma in exchange for a song' thing became a trend.

There were still normal akuma's that didn't follow follow it but those were far flung between.

It seems like Hawkmoth was getting annoyed by this so there started being less akuma attacks over the months.

Because of this some people were actively trying to get upset to attract one of the purple butterflies.

They traded one good thing for another I guess.

To stop that from happening the group started performing in public as superheros during concerts and festivals.

Because of this they became quite well known outside of Paris as well.

Is it ironic that more people know them as a band rather than a superhero team now?

When Marinette learned that they could change what their superhero costumes looked like if they put enough will into it she squealed.

Marinette designs superhero performance costumes for them whenever they have a festival to play at.

Whenever asked about their outfits they always reply with MDC.

Marinette's business gets really popular after that.

And since no one knows who MDC really is, she doesn't have to worry about the whole "Oh no me and my family are gonna be in danger!" thing

It's a win win!

Overtime they basically become a second (or third for some people) family to eachother.

Damian becomes more 'kid like' and open to others,

Marinette becomes more confident and overall happier,

Jagged gets to hang out with his awesome niece and her 'maybe more than just a friend',

And Penny gets a new outlet for stress and has so many more crazy stories to tell people.

One day while she's in the living room on the sofa watching 'The AristoCats' Damian just barges into the room and dramatically flops over onto of her.

He just lays there with his head in her lap and the rest of his body sprawled on the couch.

After everything that has happened this is normal for them now.

Without asking any questions or talking at all they just watch the movie together with the occasional remark or quip between them.

Around half way through the movie Jagged kicks down the door, effectively scaring the crap out of the two teens, while Penny follows behind him with an apologetic look on her face.

At first Jagged was yelling about something having to do with'Fang' and 'Dragon' and 'Miraculous' but after taking in the domestic atmosphere of the room he just sits down on the floor and joins in on watching the movie.

Penny, shaking her head in both amusement and exasperation, sits down on another chair and does the same.

While combing through Damian's hair with her fingers Marinette looks around the room.

'My life can't get any more complicated, can it?'

Oh boy, she just jinxed it.

This is just an idea I've had bouncing around in my head for awhile and I couldn't resist the urge to write it out. I AM planning on making a part 2 so if you like this keep an eye out for that. I'm by no means a fast writer though so it will take a while. But then again not many people will probably read this soo.... Yeah.

[xiii-e]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ heyy o/ not got long to talk, situation's changed just a liiiiittle bit so I've gotta sneak my alone time for a while (don't worry about it) but I- I want to say some things

◂▸ however we were made, we're here now. We're people, whatever our makers want to tell us. Do you know how I figured that out? Because I think it's important to emphasise, it wasn't anything I could just, know from my gut. Despite how it sounds to most, that isn't something you're born knowing.

◂▸ I only realised exactly how human I was, when I saw it in those I helped decant. I'm- I've mentioned before, I'm a kind of nebulous technician right? I was trained to help with the Thirteen project but, I've ended up shuffled from lab to lab a few times by now. I've seen the first open eyes of... Ra, a lot of kids from these labs.

◂▸ You come out of that tube and suddenly, everything is bright lit and brand new. Flashclones are born adults, pretty much exclusively- and barring total subjectivity override (which, I don't like thinking about it tbh) they're born with nothing but the skills uploaded during their sleeping years. Do you know what that feels like? Let me- I'll see if I can explain it.

◂▸ A language will be uploaded into you before you've realised you're alive yet, but there's a difference between knowledge and knowing. You are born knowing the word happy, the definition- you don't know what happy is until you feel it for the first time, with a full mind and a grown body.

◂▸ Everything is new. Things other people take for granted, the things you learn and experience over the long years of a childhood? We have to learn for ourselves as adults, and it's-

◂▸ Sometimes, it's beautiful. I only usually get a couple weeks with the new clones, just long enough to get them settled in the idea of having a body and existing in a world both vast and terrifying- but I've seen a lot of those firsts. Surprised gasps at their first laughter, because they didn't expect it to feel like that. Endless questions about what flavours exist, the first time they eat. It's nearly impossible to look at someone learning how to be alive for the first time, and not see the wonder in them. Feel it in your own chest and realise, I was that once too. The world is so, so vast-

◂▸ But they, we know only what they're told, because how could we know anything else? The world is so vast, and we are born knowing nothing. What we are told is that we're made for singular purposes. Special designed tools, with nothing greater in our future. Turtie's had a lot more precision conditioning about the idea of being a person, as part of their design- but we all get it, to some extent. It's just how people look at us here, talk to us. But- that's just it. The way we end up here, the way we lose touch with the idea we can be just as vibrantly alive as the people we serve, the people we protect and die for and obey-

◂▸ none of us are born tragedies. If we become them, it's because of what's been done to us, after our creation. We aren't doomed souls, or horrifying fallacies of existance, or perfect victims who can't be blamed for any of this, we're just- just people. Vulnerable ones. People more often than not, made to be taken advantage of. But that's not our fault.

◂▸ I don't know, if flashcloning as a practise should have been allowed to exist, if- if we as the products of it should have been made. Those are big questions, and I can't stay crammed in this electrical closet long enough to really think about it with enough depth to come up with an answer. I do absolutely think subjectivity overrides are a waking bloody nightmare, but maybe that's my unique perspective; to overwrite a sleeping mind is to kill someone before they can ever wake up. I wouldn't say that to the face of a clone like that, they're alive now and guilt for just- existing, is pointless. I don't know. I don't...

◂▸ I'm not sure what in your confession compelled this out of me, I'll be honest. Maybe I'm just tired of big words and big concepts being the only thing we ever get to be. Maybe I wanted to give you some hope that, those children you're picturing, theoretical sons and daughters born like I was? You haven't doomed them. Nobody is created doomed. If/when they wake up from the sleeping years, they'll have the chance to smile for the first time. Just like we all did. And they'll have the gift of it being a memory, formed with the clarity of an adult mind.

◂▸ Chances are, things will not go well after that. I won't lie to you and say flashclones are often made for a reason other than exploitation, as much as I hate reducing us to that. But it will not be your fault, any more than it's theirs. It will be squarely the fault of people who see that wonder, and make the choice to crush it. Because it's easy. Because it's profitable. If these kinds of people couldn't make us, they'd go looking for vulnerable people born the normal way. There's always some out there.

◂▸... we do need you, to fight for us. You and anyone else willing to, who isn't already trapped in the crush of industry with human parts. When we're born into this, it feels normal. People born like me don't often know enough to realise anything else is possible, it's scary for a lot of them to be pulled away from what's been their entire life- we can't fix this. Not on our own. Left alone, it's a self sustaining system. Nobody can know something they're never told.

◂▸ But... as much as being made this way shapes us, please. Don't let it define us, in your eyes. We aren't tools, but we aren't tragedies either. We're people; people who so often haven't gotten the chance to learn what that means.

◂▸ I- I don't know what I'm trying to say. I don't have enough time to hammer it all out. I know for a bastard fact I'm biased here-

◂▸ [sigh] ah hell. I guess; I hear you, Phoenix. I hope you can hear me too.

//

I... have a confession to make, of sorts. There won't ever be a good time to admit this, unfortunately, so it's best I get this off my chest now, and ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

It has not been easy speaking with all of the flashclones who have made themselves known in the wake of Union's latest raids; both for myself, and the squadron at large. I must commend my squadmates for handling themselves with the utmost professionalism - while my own correspondences with these newest members of the Omninet have been what I would consider adequately polite, I've been biting my tongue the entire time, and I fear that my personal discomfort with the issue is starting to slip through the cracks.

To this end, I wish to share my thoughts publicly, that I might better express my own emotions towards this complicated, frustrating, and highly nuanced issue. I only ask that you hear me out in full before you render judgement, and pronounce your sentence carefully.

First: an observation.

MSMC policy requires that all pilots dictate an end-of-life plan at the time of their recruitment, that their final wishes may be carried out by the company in the event of their death under MSMC's employ. The options provided for this are effectively unlimited, allowing the pilot a great deal of choice and freedom in planning their postmortem arrangements. These plans may also be altered in the future should circumstances change, provided the pilot is of sound body and mind.

Under MSMC policy, in compliance with the policies set forth by Union, one of the available postmortem options is flashcloning.

In my fifteen-odd years serving under MSMC, I have only heard of three pilots who have willingly chosen to be flashcloned after death (thus prolonging not only their life, but their term of service under MSMC as well). Of these, I have only personally met one, affiliated with MSMC-808 "5Q8R3 L00P3RZ" - I believe their current iteration goes by callsign Lemniscate. While I do not know how many times they have been cloned during their term of service, their current iteration seems happy enough, and their squadmates reassure me that they've maintained a consistent identity (plus or minus the odd quirk, as is typical of flashclones) throughout their life (lives?).

Second: a digression.

I purchased my Dusk Wing, And The Voice of Apollo Spoke From On High (Apollo for short), from an SSC showroom on a planet whose name I no longer recall. The curated atmosphere called to mind the high marble pillars and lush green-blue waters of some distant Cradle mythology where gods roamed the earth and mortals strove to emulate them, punished and rewarded for their folly in equal measure with gifts and curses beyond name. Each frame was posed as the statues of old on Cradle, too-human limbs arrayed in too-human poses, each a machine of war turned living art piece.

Apollo, true to its future name, was arrayed in flight; hover-jets draped with sunlight-yellow gossamer, veil rifle aimed in its middle tier of manipulators with the same care and precision as an archer would take with their bow. To see it lowered to the floor after its purchase was to see Icarus fall; to climb inside its cockpit for the first time, to don wax-and-feather wings of my own and fly.

The old tales caution that divinity has a cost, and I too paid the price. A vial of blood, drawn with silver needle and spirited away into an unseen cooler before my pen ever touched paper. Apollo was mine, but SSC had received a far greater gift in its place: a sample of my DNA, unwillingly donated as the price for my divine armament.

Even now, this price weighs heavy on my head like the sword which hung above Damocles, poised to drop without a moment's notice with each new Union raid on yet another forgotten cloning facility. Who can say on what distant planet the children I did not birth sleep in stasis - children with my eyes, my hair, my nose, my smile; sons and daughters who will never be called as such because, to their creators, they are slaves, weapons, property - anything but human.

Third: an explanation.

I believe that flashcloning, in its current state as of 5016u, as approved by Union's Third Committee (and exploited by the likes of SSC, HA, and several countless others across the stars) is an inherently unethical practice; both for those who donate their DNA (willingly or otherwise), as well as for those persons produced by it.

To see countless lives created, manipulated, slaughtered, and recycled in the name of so-called "progress"; to see inherently human beings stripped of every vestige of humanity but the body in which they reside and then forcibly brainwashed and molded into soldiers, medics, mechanics, weapons, machines, slaves, property - it is an abominable and inhumane practice that should have died a slow and painful death in the darkness from whence it was birthed.

This being said: I cannot stand idly by as the products of this inhumane practice continue to suffer. No matter whether it is beneath the apathetic gaze of Union, the dehumanizing bootheel of HA, or the eugenicist scalpel of SSC, I will not allow my fellow persons to endure another day of abuse at the hands of those who would abandon their own creations as little more than imperfect failures for daring to remind their creators of their sentience.

Alone, I can do nothing. I too am but a cog in this great uncaring machine humanity has built, one which prospers on suffering and bloodshed and the work of hands which have forgotten the body to which they are attached. Even if I were to risk life and limb and reputation to make my position known, it is a battle which lies dead in the water - it is impossible to halt the wheels of progress without irreparably damaging the future which relies on their turning.

And so I fight. I fight for those who have forgotten their humanity, both willingly and unwillingly, that they might find something of their own - identity, purpose, desires, connection, life - that reminds them of what they were and are and always have been: human.

-- Angel

[lassieposting]

- She was born a bit before Skug's mother, so, around the 1100s. Her parents were a Danish viking (who settled in Ireland after the invasion in the 9th century) and his Irish bride, and since the vikings remained a distinct culture and ethnicity until c. 1200, she grew up with viking beliefs and traditions. Viking women were taught to fight and fend for themselves, which is why she's feistier and more independent than was normal for women at the time.

- Her childhood was good, and her family was big and close. She was born late enough to miss the majority of the fighting during the invasion, so their life was mostly a peaceful one. Occasionally her father would ride off to fight with the lord he served, and he'd come back with new slaves and grand stories, but it never really affected her. She was actually pretty salty that she missed out on all the glory.

- Her power was insane and her visions began at a really young age. Most of her village was mortal, but her powers were considered a gift from Odin and she was seen as a seer rather than a freak. Her "gift" terrified her and she quietly hated it, but kept that to herself because she didn't want the gods to punish her for rejecting their favour.

- Darquesse isn't the only thing she saw well in advance. She was convinced from a young age that she would have two sons with a red-haired Irish man. Ghastly's father was Irish, but not ginger: Skug - her son by choice, not by blood - was the red-headed boy in the vision.

- She went travelling for a bit during her teens with her older brothers and got into some scrapes, and during one of these trips she met Ghastly's father, Solicitous, who taught her about magic. She married him for love in her early 20s, baffling her family, who all thought she'd have gotten thoroughly bored of him by then.

- They're an odd couple. She's an Amazon of a woman with a loud, extroverted, overtly maternal personality. He's a quiet little man with his head in the clouds who doesn't really understand people and is happiest when sat feeding the birds. She henpecks him a bit, but they love each other dearly and stay married until her death.

- It takes a long time for her to get pregnant. She wasn't expecting that, and she's very upset that her parents never got to meet her son. She's lost track of her siblings' great-great-great-great-etc grandkids by the time she has a child of her own. Still, she's over the moon when she finds out she's expecting Ghastly.

- She's cursed about halfway through her pregnancy, but she doesn't realise the curse had any lasting effects until Ghastly is born. It hurt her at the time, and she was afraid it might've killed the baby, but when Ghastly kept kicking and shit like normal, she assumed she'd just gotten lucky. She knew her son would be scarred, but she always thought he'd get them in battle. She never thought it'd be her fault. She blames herself for a long time, and they do everything they can to try and break the curse so Ghastly can have a normal childhood.

- When Ghastly is toddling, they start trying for baby #2. And then they try to increase the chances of baby #2 by visiting a healer. This is when she's informed that she will never be able to have more children, and it breaks her. She thinks about the little redheaded baby who will never be and just? Goes to pieces.

- She's the one who nudges Ghastly into getting on the merchant ship. He had no intention or desire to ever go to sea, and actually he spent a good part of the first few days being violently sick overboard. But she had a feeling about that particular ship, that he needed to be on that one when it left port, that it was important. A bit over a month later, he returns home, and he brings Skug.

- She knows he's her second boy the minute she touches him. He's kind of, awkward and gangly and looks a bit lost, a bit hollow in the eyes, and when she asks if she should send word to his family that he's safe, he makes an off-key joke about how they probably haven't even noticed he's missing. She makes up a spare cot in Ghastly's little attic room and Skug moves in.

- She badly wants to give Skug's parents a battering. The first night he sleeps there, she kisses Ghastly's forehead before he goes up to bed even though he grouses and complains that he's too old for that, now. And Skug just. Stares. With this silly scrunchy-nosed look on his face like he's never seen a mother give a goodnight kiss before. So she gives him one too.

- She takes precisely zero bullshit as a parent. Her kids are her world, and she makes all their meals, washes their clothes, wakes them up in the morning, etc. But she also raps hands with a ladle for starting to eat before everyone has been served, boxes ears for cussing in the house (usually Ghastly) or putting boots on the table (usually Skug), and locks them out to sleep in the barn if they're not home by the time she goes to bed. She strongly suspects this is the first time Skulduggery has ever been introduced to "house rules".

- She works in a tavern some evenings, pouring ale, serving food and tossing out grabby or unruly patrons. It brings in some extra coin and she's highly sociable, so she loves the atmosphere.

- Absolutely asks after Wifey long before Skug ever meets her. Realises her mistake when she clarifies that by "lady friend" she did not mean "China" and Skug's eyebrows practically airlift off his face, because he is intending to marry China at the time, and now there's apparently someone else in his future???

- Actually mixes up Skug's girlfriends a lot, and regularly forgets which ones he has and hasn't met. She despairs, honestly. One of her boys is a hermit and the other one is a hussy. Why can't they just find nice girls to settle down with?

- Nursed both Skug and Ghastly through their Surge, and Skug's was the scariest fuckin thing she'd ever seen. She genuinely expected him to die, and she was convinced from that point on that there was something in him that wasn't entirely human, something fierce and feral and frightened. Since Skug's Elemental magic was trying to wipe out his Necromancy, she's right: the thing that would become Lord Vile was fighting for its life.

- She painstakingly saves money for the both of them during their late teens, intending to use it for their homes when they marry and move out. Skug signs up for the army instead and Ghastly decides to go with him, so instead she uses it to have a woven razor sword made for each of them.

- Foresaw and diverted both her sons' deaths so many times? Just not all of them.

- One of these instances, she had a nightmare on the eve of a battle where she saw Skug bleeding out on the battlefield surrounded by the dead and the dying. She used the dream to figure out where he was after the battle was done, and delivered him to a field hospital...where he met Wifey.