#the-first-woman

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((Starter for @the-first-woman ))

So, his first week moved fast. Though, that was just how Vox operated. The moment the princess welcomed him as a partner to the project, he got to work.

Hiring a construction crew to fix up and upgrade the rickety old hotel as much as possible without completely remodeling it, calling up the other Vees to help redecorate and refurnish it to be more up to date (and letting Velvette make a post about it), sending out help wanted ads and helping the gals hire new staff (for now the staff body was kept rather small due to the staggering number of vacancies), and now all that was left? Filming a commercial for this hotel. Easier said than done. Not the filming part, but, the actual advertising part.

How can he sell this delusional service in a way that makes people actually want to come here, satisfy the princess, and preserve his image? They were lucky to find two crazy enough fuckers to actually board this inevitably sinking ship.

Well, the only way he'll know for sure, is by doing.

A drone floating in front of him and the hotel, Vox took a breath.

Selling points; free food, shelter, and protection... With the catch that you had to cease your vices. The chance to get into Heaven... Theoretically. Not guaranteed. The alternative to the yearly Exterminations... Only if this bullshit pipedream turned out to work.

Fuck-! Okay! You can twist this into something worth a damn! You could sell an ice bucket to a freezing man, even without your hypnotic abilities-

It was when he was psyching himself up for this commercial when he noticed a tall figure walking on the pavement path towards the hotel. A very familiar one.

Vox knew it was inevitable to encounter Charlie's family for choosing to work with her. But he didn't expect it to be so soon. And certainly didn't expect it to be the parent that went off the grid seven years ago.

Holy shi-

Just as quickly as he was caught off guard, he straightened up, giving his award winning smile.

"Your majesty, what a pleasant surprise! No one has heard from you in ages!"

He willed the drone to rise out of her way as he continued, gesturing at the building behind him.

"Welcome to the Starize Hotel, Sinners' second chance to rise! How may I help you today?"

He paused, a thought occurring to him.

"Ah... I assume your business here is more... Family related?"

[vaguely-human-man]

Idk who needs to hear this but take that early transition girl out. Dress her up all pretty and assure her that anyone who dares to say a negative word will have to contend with you. Do her makeup and gently talk her through the steps, do one eye for her and let her try the other one on her own. Kiss her lips and watch the way she grins like a maniac at the imprint that her black lipstick leaves behind. Take her out to the movies or to the mall, walk around and buy her a pair of good boots without letting her look at the price tag, watch the way she smiles shyly and swoons even while insisting she doesn't need them. Tell her 'My love. You loved them instantly and they had your size- it's fate, they're meant to be yours,' and then help her sit down in one of the mall chairs to put them on, watch the way she prances around in them like an excited little girl.

Hold her hand and talk to the lady at Rue 21 for her because you know she's insecure about her voice. Go in the dressing room with her and gently help her into the skirt she was eyeing- one foot, a second, shimmy, shimmy, up- followed by a wonderfully soft sweater that falls just right over her frame. Hug her from behind while she looks in the mirror and feels beautiful, basking in her euphoria. Whisper into her ear how proud you are of her- how brave she is, how beautiful, how honored you are to be able to share this journey with her.

Take her to dinner and kiss her while you wait for your food, run your hands down her freshly shaven arms and gently caress over the back of her neck. Offer her some of your ramen while you take a bite of her fried rice, and clumsily attempt to feed her a bite of sushi with some chopsticks.

And then. Take her home, with all the bags that now hold the beginnings of her new wardrobe, and help her hang them up, try them on. Let her have a fashion show and gently wipe her makeup off before sleep. Kiss her and caress her and shower her with affection, with praise and love and adoration. Let her melt into your arms and if she cries let the tears soak into your shirt. Gently caress her hair and say 'its okay, baby girl. I love making you feel beautiful,'

Or something, idk.

[regal-apple-flare]

"Want me to pound him, Lili?"

[littlepawz]

“When she applied to run in the Boston Marathon in 1966 they rejected her saying: “Women are not physiologically able to run a marathon, and we can’t take the liability.” Then exactly 50 years ago today, on the day of the marathon, Bobbi Gibb hid in the bushes and waited for the race to begin. When about half of the runners had gone past she jumped in. She wore her brother’s Bermuda shorts, a pair of boy’s sneakers, a bathing suit, and a sweatshirt. As she took off into the swarm of runners, Gibb started to feel overheated, but she didn’t remove her hoodie. “I knew if they saw me, they were going to try to stop me,” she said. “I even thought I might be arrested.” It didn’t take long for male runners in Gibb’s vicinity to realize that she was not another man. Gibb expected them to shoulder her off the road, or call out to the police. Instead, the other runners told her that if anyone tried to interfere with her race, they would put a stop to it. Finally feeling secure and assured, Gibb took off her sweatshirt. As soon as it became clear that there was a woman running in the marathon, the crowd erupted—not with anger or righteousness, but with pure joy, she recalled. Men cheered. Women cried. By the time she reached Wellesley College, the news of her run had spread, and the female students were waiting for her, jumping and screaming. The governor of Massachusetts met her at the finish line and shook her hand. The first woman to ever run the marathon had finished in the top third.”

[ashoss]

really wanted to draw some women so i made my instagram suggest some

i was gonna do just the black and white like the cass here but then i had to color kori and then i had to colour talia and then the b&w didnt look right with diana,,,, and then i had to go back and colour cass lol

[gomacave]

Its me boy the ps5

[pandadrake]

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) Post-Credits Scene (Colorized)

Been wanting to draw a thing including that cursed MCU Peter photo for a while.

Tumblr ate the image in my last post so here it is again.

[arxcii]

the four horsemen of the apocalypse (wherein you say something interestingly sus)

[brainrotcharacters]

makes me giggle to think of X2 Logan meeting dp&w Logan when this is a thing

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

"So, you're finally awake." {{ for Charlie from Lilith aka the-first-woman }}

(( @the-first-woman ))

"Fuck, did I doze off...?"

Yes, Charlie. Yes you did.

[lesbedilfvriska]

okay so out of curiosity bc i saw a post about it and it got me interested

All of these are being used as general terms for simplicity's sake, but I'm genuinely fascinated to see!

[gravygranola]

heavy rubble clean up goes smoothly. batman's a little hot and bothered about that

[wehaveagathering]

goalies are just built different i think

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 295

So, maybe Danny should have been more specific when he said he wanted to get reincarnated, because this? Is not an ideal situation. 

See he’s fine with being a clone, really, but uh, apparently the scientists want to terminate him- which, like dude, he’s not even melting or actively dying! So what if he failed at their tests, his body is three, give him a break! 

Well, at least it’s given him certainty in getting out, because these are Not good people. He wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt and- hold up, another clone? Brother? Two brothers? One aged up, one in the middle of it- since his own aging-up failed past three? 

Oh hell no, they can’t experiment on his brothers, those are his brothers and living people just as much as he is! Time to break out- and he’s taking those papers thank you- and gonna’ grab his… he’s gonna’ call them his triplets because they’re the same age, just aged differently. 

Now hold his hand, they’re runnin’ to the mountai- oh thank fuck, the physically-oldest of them can fly. To the mountains while they have the cover of night and they can figure things out. At least his life isn’t boring yet…

[iamnmbr3]

we don't talk about this parallel enough

[suntails]

happy birthday silver!!