#those outifts were EXCEPTIONAL

[indigo-sodapop]

When I asked my mom to help me twist my hair, the intention was to weave protection and love into the strands. But then I put on "Death Becomes Her" and we were so deep into talk of the fashions there that instead I put glamour and love in there lol

[dullorangepulp]

Art tips for thinking of outfits/poses for fanart illustrations

I saw someone on reddit a while ago say they struggled to think up new poses/outfits for when they're drawing their favourite characters, and I gave them a whole bunch of tips to help. I thought maybe more people would like to hear my thoughts, so here you go! I hope this post helps!

My secret to thinking of new poses/outfits is one word: Pinterest (and google images, tho i'd recommend that one a bit less bcuz google's being finicky rn).

Just searching through certain aesthetics/moodboards for outfits ideas helps for when i genuinely just don't know what to make a character wear. And searching up swimsuit/underwear models, who may be modelling their clothes in a really dramatic and dynamic pose, helps too. (the models being specifically swimsuit/underwear models is a very important detail. it ensures that you can actually look at the human body without clothes blocking your view and understanding of the basic forms)

facial expressions are also important! it looks weird when the pose doesn't match up with the face, like with for example, a character pointing at something in the ace attorney 'objection!' style all dramatic and stuff, while their face is a completely blank smile. Of course, the best way to fix that would be to open their mouth and frown, while also scrunching up their eyebrows and nose. This is very important to remember when posing a character, because poses can only tell you so much, but the facial expression can completely change the mood and presentation of the character.

let's use my art as an example:

Now, imagine that, instead of the drawing above having just a normal smile, it was instead haru looking sad/disappointed while looking down at the floor. picture this sprite

the face, combined with the pose, could make it look like she was trying to say something important, but got cut off before she could speak (probably by her dad). It gives the drawing a completely different vibe! I could list many more examples but you get it.

Of course, poses, outifts, and faces are just one fraction of the process; you also have to take into consideration the character's personality. like take Haru for example. Haru is very kind-hearted, shy, reserved, and soft spoken. so for illustrations (original comics/animations follow different rules, this advice just applies to single standalone illustrations) you would want to pick a pose/outfit that best conveys those aspects of her personality. You wouldn't put Haru in like, a giant fursuit with a slouching pose, giving the camera the middle finger with a standoffish expression on her face (or maybe you would, idk how u roll ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). But you could put Haru in a sundress, with her hands clasped at her midsection, and giving the camera a shy smile with her middle finger up.

ALSO! you can break these rules! you don't always have to put Haru in only outfits that suit her, a good exception to this is all the DLC costumes. some of those are... hilariously absurd, and something that Haru would never normally wear, BUT they're funny, and aren't meant to be taken as a serious outfit that conveys the character's personality, they're just meant to be for fun, so it's totally okay to draw original outfits with that idea behind them.

The same applies to poses/expressions. there's many scenes in the mangas/anime where Haru makes poses/expressions that she would never normally make. that's fine too! those scenes out of context aren't meant to capture the true essence of the character--- theyre just meant to be one-off drawing that you'll see for only a second before moving on (that's why i said they were an exception, it's because thered be so much you'd restrict yourself off from if you followed the rules to a T).

Idk what else to say so uh yeah. I hope this all helped!

[papirouge]

I know u dont like kpop idols, but what about japanese ones??? Like morning musume or momoclo??

Anon, the entire idol industry is corrupt. No exception.

I liked Momoclo but when I heard one of the member who freshly graduated from the group announced (Momoka Ariyasu) marrying one of their manager, I got like "obviously"....

First generation Momusu had their load of scandals but they were pretty tame (dating or smoking scandals) though it's a well known thing that many idols get 'messy' with their (married) manager or producer. Most idols are underage when debuting, some are even children (eg °C-cute, another group produced by Tsunku, debuted with members as young as 13 years old...). And it's not rare that idols are signed into their agency as young as 10....which leaves a wide room for predator to groom them from inception.

I'd say Perfume are the perfect achievement of idols. They are an outstanding case of idols in their 30s. Their story is super endearing too. They weren't supposed to go past their first album (hence why it's called "Perfume -Complete Best") which was a compilation of their indie hits as kid idols from Hiroshima....until they got a surprise hit with "POLYRHYTHM" and they've now become one of the most popular japanese female pop band in Japan AND internationally. They are branded like idols so they have a VERY polished aesthetic & public image and never got any scandal. But their aesthetic shifted into something very robotic and cold.

Perfume had those strong dancing routines since forever but they still had something lively (such as "Dream Fighter" or "Baby Cruising Love"), but since a while (I'd say JPN album era) I'm getting strong transhumanism agenda/robotic coming from them.

"Spring of Life" MV literally have them as robots with spread out body parts...

...a shame cause the song is a bop and those LED outifts were gorgeous (it's one of my favorite dance routine of them)😭🤍

"Spending all my Time" MV also always gave me mind controlled teas. The dance routine is the most impressing but extremely robotic and kinda....nonsensical and disturbing(?) It's actually very fitting with the song which has a very intoxicating chorus though. And the song is a bop so.....🥴🥴

I would have A LOT to say about Ayumi Hamasaki (aka Japan's biggest pop star) who got marketed as an idol when she debuted but if I did have to expose all the secret coding/symbolism of her MV (and there are MANY), I'd have to write a whole essay anon, so since I don't know if anyone is that interested in jpop tea like that, I'll refrain from now👀

I'll just leave it that here...........

sex kitten programming aaaaaall the way🥴

[hambone-fakenameington]

Bojack Horseman and the thinly veiled homo-camaraderie of the 1950′s man

[fumingspice]

All The Things She Said

Pairing: Lana Winters x Reader

Request:  student x teacher au fic with lana, billie or cordelia?

Note: Added in a little sparkle with a soulmate AU. Those who are lucky enough to have a soulmate are assigned a necklace with a small pendant. No one knows where they come from or how they’re decided; they just appear and will match your soulmate’s identically. Also, yes the reader is eighteen, and yes there will probably be a part two.

Requests are open!

Your routine was like clock-work; every morning without fail. 5am you would get out of bed and go on a run. There was no reason, really. You weren't someone who was that interested in athletics, it was just a way to clear your mind and wake up your mind and body before going to school and having the energy sucked out of you.

You adored the way the sky looked this early in the morning as you ran through the country park. The heat gave you an extra kick of gratification as you watched the sky dance in colours of orange and pink, painting everything in shades of gold. The sun crept through the mountain like liquid glory and you couldn't get enough of it.

Realising the time, you made your way back to your neighbourhood, waving at neighbours you often saw at this time of morning.

You saw many of the same people on morning runs that you eventually learned by name while running past them, shouting a greeting and waving as you sped past them. This morning, you noticed that the home a few lots down from your own had been purchased; the new inhabitents were outside, speaking with a contractor.

As you ran, you noticed the woman watching you. Breaking your glance, you made a mental note to introduce yourself later.

The shower couldn't come soon enough as you lathered the cool water on your body. Cold showers after a run provided that little extra adrenaline rush that you needed to get you through the day, and boy would you need it today.

After months of persuasion, you had finally given in to skipping the end of school and heading to a gay bar with your friends Emmett and Heather. Being the model student you were, you had declined the offer time and time again; but after catching your boyfriend with another girl and the subsequent break up of one of the most liked couples in school, you decided that now would be the best time for it.

The school day rushed in and at 12pm on the dot, you and Emmett made your way to Heather's car, where she sat impatiently tapping her foot.

"You two took your sweet time," the blonde muttered, pulling on a pair of sunglasses and revving up the engine.

The plan was simple; Heather's parents were out of town for the week so the three of you planned to stay over. Today would be spent getting ready and having a few drinks before hitting the bar in order for you to have a "drink in celebration" for breaking up with your ex-boyfriend.

The bar was lively, and you could smell the mixture of cheap cigarettes, alcohol and weed and hear the music from the street behind. Emmett compared the similarity of the three of you strutting to the bar to the Sanderson sisters from Hocus Pocus.

Heather nudged you yet again, her elbow hitting a nerve in your ribs and making you bounce.

"Will you quit that?" you snapped, realising your fourth cocktail was making you slightly irritable.

Heather glared at you and pulled you over to whisper in your ear. "The brunette at seven o'clock has looked from her phone to you at least four times," she hissed, releasing you and nodding her head in the direction.

You nodded in understanding and gestured for her to tell you what to do. Picking chicks up at a bar wasn't exactly something you were accustomed to, after all.

"Go up to the bar and order something-" she looked at your outift, "-I don't know. Some business casual-sounding drink. Like an Old Fashioned or something. Make a joke about how much you've drank and if she's warm then ask if she's here with someone. Then go in for the kill and Emmett and I will be your wing-people when you break your seal."

"Break my what?"

Heather practically shoved you off your chair.

You shrugged and walked towards the bar, standing close to the brunette, but not close enough so that she knew what you were up to. The bartender approached and you smiled at her.

"Hey, could I get an Old Fashioned pl-"

"And get me another piña colada while you're making your move!" Heather called, acting more drunk than she was in an effort to hint off to the lady. You glared at her, and in return, for some added effect she lent into full view of the lady, shot her a cheesy grin and gave her a thumbs up.

You spun on your heel to see if the lady had noticed, and to your dismay she had. She looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

At least she didn't look disappointed.

"Was that for me?" She chuckled, taking a tip from her class. You grinned as casually as possible, looking down at your hands. You finished off your order and paid, waiting for Heather to get her drink to no avail.

"You know what, yeah I think it was for you actually," you replied. Keeping it cool was the buzz phrase Heather had been using all day. "I'm sorry but my friend claimed that she had seen you checking me out a few times and was pretty insistant that I come over and talk to you."

You sat in the stool, leaving one between you.

The lady chuckled. "It's fine," she said, taking another sip. "I'd be grateful for the company."

"You're alone? You're more than welcome to sit with my friends and I," you offered.

You cut off immediately by Heather collecting her drink, standing between you and muttering, "don't you fucking dare," into your ear before walking over to the woman and leaning over her shoulder.

"Now, you see, Ms- I'm sorry what's your name? Jesus, Y/N! When you flirt it's basic manners to ask for a name," Heather muttered.

"It's Lana," she replied, smiling at you.

Lana. A pretty name.

"Awh, that's a lovely name actually, I wish my parents liked me enough to call me something like that. Anyways, enough about me. So, anyways, my good friend Y/N here just got two-timed by a piece of human trash that she's way hotter than and everyone warned her against dating but hey- you know our Y/N, she's balls-ier than a dodgey testical. So, all I'm really gonna say is we came here because we really want to get her laid so she doesn't need to feel like she got the short end of the bargain so, you know-"

At this stage Heather was trying to communicate through a series of dramatic gestures. Emmett strod over, took Heather by the shoulders and apologised to Lana before walking your drunk friend back to your table.

You were both a little shell-shocked and you feared that Heather's drunken rant had ruined any sembelance of a chance that you had with getting anywhere with this.

"I- I'm so sorry. She doesn't get out much," you said. Lana's smile returned as she waved it off.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot younger than twenty-one?" she asked. You couldn't tell if she was being genuine or if she was trying to hint that she thought you were younger than your ID said.

You nodded. "All the time," you say, it's not like that's a lie. "How old are you? If you're not offended by my asking."

"I'm twenty-nine. I hit the big three-oh in November," she replied. Lana reached into her bag and pulled out a box of Newport cigarettes. "I'm sorry, I've had a long day and I'm dying for a smoke. Care to join me?"

You sat still for a moment before excepting the offer. The club was absolutely packed and you could barely follow Lana through to the balcony without getting separated from her. She noticed and turned around, taking your hand and keeping you close so that you didn't get lost in the crowd.

Lana lent over the metal fence, cupping her hand over her lighter. You watched how her cheeks sucked in, defining her cheekbones and her jawline. You mirrored her position against the fence.

"Hard day at the office?" You asked, declining the cigarette she offered you. "Thanks but I don't smoke."

Lana smiled down at her cigarette. "I like a smart girl. Stay away from these for as long as possible," she took a long draw. "And to answer your question; I moved into a new house today only to find out that none of the plumbing was actually installed and contractor has no idea why."

"My house was like that too; turns out the pipes are just in really weird places," you replied. You turned to face in the opposite direction, laying your elbows onto the bar and watching the crowd. "What do you do? Career wise?"

Lana blew out a puff. "I'm a teacher. French and English Literature."

Ah great; a French student trying to hit on a French teacher. This was gonna be a fun story to tell the group.

"You're kidding? I'm studying French," you replied. 

Lana laughed. "Damn, Y/N. This just has to be written in the stars," she replied, you could sent the well-meant underlying sarcasm in her voice. "You think I have that chance?" You ask, your eyes dart down to her hand. Her ring finger, although bare had an imprint on it as if she had only recently removed a ring. She noticed you looking and brought her hand into a fist.

"Don't look at me like that, Y/N. We're getting divorced," she said. She bit her lip and looked down into the woods beneath. 

You felt slightly guilty. "Oh, I'm sorry." Lana shook her head in response.

"I'm in a gay bar for Christ's sake. We definetly weren't compatiable," she chuckled, reaching for another draw of her cigarette. She turned around, some noise in the background catching her attention. Her sleeve dropped a little bit, revealing two bruises at the side of her wrist that she had clearly tried to cover with foundation. Lana turned back around and you dropped your eyes before you noticed, unaware if it was your place to ask.

"If I'm honest, I don't really like bars. I know this really nice café a few places down. Do you wanna come with me?" You asked. Lana's head cocked slightly, her eyes scanned you as if they were looking for some alterier motive. "I'm not trying to get laid, Lana. I just don't like clubs and I don't think you do either."

Lana's shoulders relaxed, as if trying to decide. "Sure," she nodded. "I'd love to."

You walked back in through the bar, telling Emmett what you were doing. He made you promise to turn on your location and to call him to pick you up when you were ready to leave.

"It's nice that you have friends to watch your back," Lana said as you walked down the street. The air was now cold, nipping at your cheeks and nose. Lana slid her arm through yours after asking if it was okay to do so.

The café in question was small; dimly lit, decorated with plants. It was warm inside and the candles lit everything in orange. It was peaceful. You heard Lana sigh with relaxation as you asked her what she'd like to drink.

Two lattes later, you and Lana lay on the same old, green, springless couch. You giggled and talked for what could have been hours.

Lana noticed your Soul Necklace. “I have one too,” she said, touching the stone delicately. “I’ve never worn it though.”

She told you stories from high school and college while you sat and listened to her in some new form of fascination. You could listen to her talk forever. Your head rested on her shoulder, and hers rested on your head. There was an echo of peace which bounced around the both of you.

Eventually there came a moment when you had finally plucked up enough courage in a moment of silence between you to lift her chin with your finger and close in for a kiss. It was short and sweet, but you could still rellish the feeling of her lips kissing back against yours in a gentle passion.

She waited on you while Emmett drove back to get you, with an extremely drunk Heather in the backseat. 

"Are you free tomorrow night?" Lana asked before she walked away. You nodded. "Would you like to maybe go out? On a date?"

Her final question was asked with a shyness that you found adorable, and giving her a kiss on the cheek as

The next day you went to school in a good mood. Your run was better than ever. Your breakfast was tastier. The sky was more beautiful. You couldn't contain your giggles as Heather drove you and Emmett to school.

"I cannot believe you've landed yourself a date with a teacher," Emmett said as the three with you walked to your French class. You practically danced down the corridor with happiness. The three of you were slightly late to class.

You pushed the door open harder than you intended, making it crash against the wall with a loud bang. You muttered an apology while your friends laughed at you and the teacher settled them down, chuckling under her breath.

That it until she looked up at you.

And you looked up at her.

Lana muttered a profanity under her breath as she realised that she had asked one of her students on a date.

taglist: @its-soph-xx​

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

Magic in a Time of Need

Okay so I received this request from @empress-writes, and I’m honestly very excited to write it! I haven’t written for Thranduil or anything related to The Hobbit, so this should be an interesting experience. Flashbacks are in italics. As always gif and characters are not mine. Hope you enjoy it!

Description: Y/N is the most skilled mage in Middle Earth, and has chosen to help the Dwarves reclaim their homeland. When Y/N and the dwarves are caught by the king of Mirkwood, the tension of Y/N and Thranduil’s past arises

Warnings: a little bit of sexual tension, references to past smut, mentions of blood. If I miss any please tell me!

Y/N, one of the most well known mages in all of Middle Earth, was stuck in a prison cell with their comrades. Of course, they didn’t mind that they were in this predicament. It was merely a small wrinkle in their journey with the Dwarves of Erebor, and Y/N wouldn’t have changed anything.

Y/N was recruited by Gandalf the Grey at the very beginning of the quest to reclaim the mountain, and Y/N accepted in an instant. They knew Thorin from when he was younger, and got along with all of the other Dwarfs, who saw Y/N as a sister. Y/N understood what it was like to lose a home, and they wouldn’t let the company fall to that same fate.

Of course, now there quest had come to a halt. All of the Dwarves sat in their cells. Some were angry, while others had simply given up. “Come on, we can’t let this small inconvenience dampen our spirits,” Y/N stated as they leaned against the cool metallic bars. “I know the strength that is within all of you. We will get through this.”

“I hope you are right, dear mage, but with Bilbo missing and Thorin unwilling to cooperate, our luck seems to have run out,” Balin replied. Y/N could understand Thorin’s anger towards the Elven king. He had abandoned the Dwarves like a coward when they needed him, and that was one of the many reason why Y/N decided to join the dwarves.

Fili kicked the door of his cell and let out a scream of frustration. “Can you not use magic to break these blasted bars? Surely that is possible!”

“No, it’s not possible,” Y/N retorted. “My cell is marked with enchantments that prevent me from using magic. Funny, they take the time to make something like this, but they don’t take time to save the innocent.”

The Dwarves all voiced their agreement. After a few minutes, an elf appeared in front of Y/N’s cell. They recognized him from the first time they had came to Mirkwood. Y/N smirked at him. “Nirornor, it’s been a long time. I can see that your still working for blondie. How’s that going for you?”

Nirornor’s face remained stoic. “It’s going well. Not that you would know, mage. Thranduil is requesting your presence.”

“Hm, I can see your still stoic as ever my pointy-eared friend. Alright, let’s get this over with.”

Nirornor mumbled under his breath, something about idiotic humans. Y/N knew better though, for they had spent much time with him while they were in Mirkwood last. Deep down Nirornor wasn’t as uptight as he was now, but Y/N figured that he had to keep up appearances.

Nirornor escorted Y/N into the throne room, and they started the climb up the winding stairs leading to the throne. Y/N tried to rub their wrists, but it was much more difficult with the enchanted handcuffs that were placed around them. Gods, did Thranduil not trust them at all? Well, after what they did, he was probably still angry.

Finally, the two reached the top of the stairs. The king of Mirkwood himself was stretched over his throne, his boot-clad feet dangling over the arms of the throne. Thranduil wasn’t looking at either of them as he pretended to be lost in thought. “You may leave us, Nirornor,” Thranduil said with a wave of his hand.

Nirornor bowed to the king and journeyed back down the stairs. The tension in the air was thick, and Y/N began to shift on their feet. Thranduil simply chuckled at them. “How do those cuffs feel, melethel? I had them specially made for your return.”

“Don’t call me that, and if I’m being honest, these cuffs are a pain,” Y/N growled at the blonde Elf.

“Oh come now, don’t be so aggressive. You didn’t complain about my nickname for you the last time we were together. Don’t tell me you have forgotten?”

Thranduil was right, Y/N couldn’t forget about that night, or the first time they had met. It was several years ago, when Y/N was a mere apprentice. Some of the older mages were called to Mirkwood to help the king, and decided that Y/N should come too.

“Don’t you fret, my dear. Everything will be fine, and I think you’ll find Mirkwood to be quite enjoyable.”

Ealdthard, the head mage of Artevor, a school of magic located near the Blue Mountains, turned in his saddle to check on his apprentice. Y/N was looking around at the massive trees and how their leaves danced in the slight wind. “I think you are right, Ealdthard. However, I’ve heard rumors about the king. Is he really as nasty as they say?”

“Well, all my dealings with him have been pleasant. He may not always be fond of other races, but he admires our magical skills.”

Y/N nodded their head. Surely if Ealdthard liked him, they would too. They approached the front gate of Mirkwood, and a tall, brunette elf approached them. “Alatulya, mages of Artevor. The servants will take care of your horses, and I will escort you inside. My name is Nirornor, and I am an aid to the king.”

The two mages followed Nirornor into the throne room, and upon reaching the throne, Y/N let out a quiet gasp. They never expected the Elven king to be so beautiful. Y/N knew that Elves were often picturesque, but they assumed this king would be old and scraggly. Boy were they wrong. His locks reflected in the light of the room, and his skin appeared to be softer than velvet. Thranduil’s ocean colored eyes stared directly into Y/N’s, and Y/N could have swore that they darkened ever so slightly.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Ealdthard. Who is this beautiful person that you have brought with you,” Thranduil asked as he approached the two.

“This is Y/N, my apprentice. I thought it would be good for them to travel to new places and experience new things before they leave my side to travel alone,” Ealdthard responded.

“That’s very wise of you, and I hope that you enjoy your stay here, Y/N. I am Thranduil, the king of Mirkwood.” he leaned down and left a gently kiss on Y/N’s hand, and Y/N blushed at the action.

“Ealdthard and I have some business to attend to, but I do hope to see you at dinner,” Thranduil added as he started to walk away with Ealdthard.

“I will be there, your highness,” Y/N answered with a bow.

“Please, call me Thranduil.”

Y/N later learned the reason why they were summoned to Mirkwood that year. Thranduil wanted help with learning more enchantments to hide his face, which had been touched by dragon fire. At first Y/N had felt pity for him, but his future actions filled them with rage.

“Whatever proposition you have, I want nothing of it,” Y/N snarled.

Thranduil glared back at her. “You haven’t even heard what it is. Stay with me, Y/N. Be my queen and a powerful mage at my side.”

“So, I’m just going to be a tool then?! Never! I am loyal to the dwarves, and they are more courageous than you’ll ever be!”

Thranduil crossed the room in a flash, and his hand harshly grasped Y/N’s chin. He forced Y/N to look into his eyes. Anger was flowing off of the two of them, and a mix of something else was also present. Thranduil’s lips were inches from Y/N’s. “Don’t you ever mention those dwarves around me. They could never give you what I have given you.”

That evening, Thranduil had hosted a huge feast to welcome his guests. After they had filled themselves with a wide array of dishes, a bard began to be lay music in the corner. The peppy tune caused the Elves to rise to their feet, and they all began to dance. Y/N, dressed in a fancy outift, sipped wine from their chalice. Thranduil approached them, and offered a hand to them. “May I have this dance, Y/N?”

Y/N accepted. Thranduil and Y/N spun around the dance floor in graceful movements. Both of them were laughing. Y/N was finally starting to believe that Thranduil wasn’t as harsh as they had originally thought. “You’re an amazing dancer, Y/N,” Thranduil commented as his eyes sparkled with adoration. Thranduil knew that he shouldn’t be falling for someone so quickly, let alone that person being a human, but he couldn’t help it. Y/N made him feel happy, and he hadn’t felt that way in a long time.

That night, Y/N stayed with Thranduil. As the moon travelled across the dark sky, Thranduil and Y/N were caught in the throes of passion, and afterwards their limbs remained tangled with one another until the early morning hours. Y/N woke to an empty bed.

A maid walked in, and Y/N tried to cover themselves with the fitted sheets. “Excuse me, do you know where Thranduil is,” Y/N asked the maid.

“Oh, he had to leave early this morning. A dragon has attacked Erebor, and the dwarves are requesting assistance. However, Thranduil has already made up his mind to not help them. A dragon is dangerous business,” the maid stated.

Y/N’s features flushed crimson from anger. If Thranduil wasn’t going to help those innocent Dwarves, then why did he even leave in the first place! Y/N quickly dressed and gathered their things, and before leaving they told Ealdthard the reason behind their abrupt exit. Y/N could not stand by and help a selfish king.

“If that is what you wish,” Ealdthard whispered, “then I will meet you back at Artevor. Travel safely, dear Y/N.”

And travel they did, all the way back to Artevor. They finished their apprenticeship, and travelled into the world as planned. Never once did did they think of Thranduil, except for the few nights when they woke up in a hot sweat from a dream they had about him and their time together. Y/N became the most powerful mage in Middle Earth. When the moment came that Y/N could help the dwarves, they joined with no hesitation. They would get back at Thranduil for doing what he was to scared to do.

When Thranduil returned and learned that Y/N had left, he grew angrier by the second. Tables were thrown, and Thranduil even pulled a sword against Nirornor. “Where did they go?! Why has Y/N left me,” Thranduil shouted in anguish and rage.

“They have gone back to Artevor. They said that they would not help such a selfish king,” Nirornor said.

“I swear, that if Y/N ever dares to return here, I will make them suffer! I will show them what happens when you cross an Elf!”

Little did Thranduil know that his time for revenge would eventually come, and now here his now enemy was, just an inch away from him.

“I may still love you deep down, Thranduil, but until you change your idiotic ways, I will never stay by your side,” Y/N declared.

Thranduil leaned in and roughly connected his lips with Y/N’s. His anger went straight into the kiss, and while Y/N wished they could return it, they shoved him away as best they could with cuffs on. Thranduil’s eyes flashed with fury, and he slowly backed away from them. “Take them back to the cells. I will wait an eternity if I have to in order to have you by my side, Y/N.”

As Y/N was dragged away from the king, they flung their head back in a roar of laughter. “Sorry, blondie! You’re going to have to wait longer than that!”

Y/N was right of course, for hours later Bilbo had freed them and the other dwarves, and they floated down the river in oak barrels. Their journey was back on track, but Y/N couldn’t shake the lingering feelings they had for Thranduil.

Nirornor approached Thranduil for the second time that day. This time he was wearing armor, and orc blood stained the side of his slim face. “Your highness, Y/N has escaped again.”

Thranduil simply smiled. “I know that they’ve escaped. Something tells me this won’t be the last time I will see that famous mage.”

[1d-discourseoftheday]

Thurs 14 Jan ‘21

Nobody Is Listening, officially out tomorrow, has already arrived in some parts of the world! As of press time it's #1 on itunes in 24 countries and racking up more by the minute, we should have some exciting stats by tomorrow, plus we'll have heard the whole thing! And not only that, the official listening parties begin very soon, and will hopefully have their tech issues sorted by then, cause yes, I bet you can guess what already happened.... YEP WEBSITE CRASH! Yeah baby, that's what we do! But maybe people are right to be excited the chat does include... maybe Zayn? Someone official (“Zayn admin”) anyway! And just because the event hasn't started is no reason not to gather and start screaming about the album, whether it's out in your area, you're listening to a leak (Niall voice: No Judgement... except he would actually be mad about that lol), or you only are looking at the lyrics which tbh is about more than I can handle all by itself. You guys there is a LOT there, I was going to pull a few things but it's SO MUCH. We'll be unpacking (and soaking in) all this for a while to come, wow.

Niall popped on twitter to promo the new JC Stewart song he co-wrote, and he picked a question about whether he was interested in doing more writing for other people to answer; he said “always writing something, this one just felt right for JC and he put his twist on it.” He followed Olivia Rodrigo and posted about how much he likes her new song, Driver's License (“this song is the real deal... beautifully written”), defended his comment (a series of laugh cry emoji) on a meme post using a pic from the WMYB video, said not drinking this month has been “easy!” and he did a “can't sleep talk to me” AMA-- he recommends MGMT, Kacey Musgraves, Artic Monkeys, and, for crossover excitement, Lucius (who feature on TPWK) and DMA'S (who feature as Louis' fave band)! He also agressively rejected some fan fashion suggestions (“no no no no” “I will not”) of outifts that, uh, look AN AWFUL LOT like ones he has worn to me? If he's serious (and not quietly seething about how we don't get his humor) I have to respect that kind of passion about nearly invisible detail tbh. And speaking of attention to detail! An article about the RAH livestream came out in a crew trade publication so there's just reams of very specific tech detail; but there's also plenty of people saying nice things about Niall! “Niall was very involved in every step of the process. He really gained a full grasp of the situation and during the promotion of the show, he really wanted to educate the public, and his fanbase, about what was going on in the sector,” for example. Tonight Niall told us he would want to do another virtual concert but he'd “need a good reason... a music launch or something.”

Liam has a new video for Hugo Man (that's a perfume in case you were wondering); he says about 2020, “I think we've all learned to rest a little bit more this year, I hope we all keep a little a bit of time for ourselves.” HAVE YA learned to do that though Liam, HAVE YA? Where is this sabbatical you said you were taking right now that you definitely were in great need of? Honey please-- just take a break! We worry! Sigh. Anyway also he changed his social headers and bio in honor of the new projects (SIGH) he's doing right now- it says “here's to the future...” (was previously ticket lnks) which would be a great bio to have up indefinitely while taking a break... or something... maybe he should do that...

Hey remember that YA novel about closeted boybanders in love that we were like, well, at least we won't have to deal with that until next year? WELL GUESS WHAT YEAR IT IS NOW-- the release date isn't until Dec 7 which is VERY FAR AWAY but I guess the hype is beginning now; the title and cover art for If This Gets Out, by Sophie Gonzales and Cale Dietrich, have been revealed. Becky Albertalli (who once wrote a book [Love Simon] about a gay football player with Louis in his name whose secret code name was “bluegreen”) posted to hype up the book, but then followed up with a long post to tell people that in fact you-know-who were NOT the source of those details in Love Simon, and that she is now a new Harry Styles fan but knows nothing about any of that. Sophie Gonzales, who drew the cover art for her new book- a picture of a light haired guy with a long fringe and a curly haired brunet locked in eye contact and a silhouette of the fictional band they're in that looks just like the famous Steal My Girl video shot (or Louis' Walls video reference of same)- says “this book is fictional, and while we're aware of what Larry is, this book was not written about that.”

And in today's Holivia corner, not much action! A mere trickle! Cosmo published a timeline of events that reads just like a tumblr masterpost, complete with 'what is the truth' gifs at the blatant contradictions, but that's about it. “You live in my imagination**,” indeed; much like the rumor started by a single galaxy brained anon claiming that Harry definitely fucked... wait for it... LIAM'S DAD (like, his actual father, Geoff Payne, not some kind of euphemism.) Someone tell Page Six! I have no comment until I get some good analysis of astrological compatibility from their expert...

(**Harry Styles, Olivia, 2015)

[starrystarker]

five times that peter parker succeeded in seducing older men, and one time that he didn't

i rewrote this three times which is why this took so long i'm sorry :(

part one here :) part three here :)

contains: daddy kink, crossdressing (i think), blowjobs, um they make out and stuff 😳, no beta we die like men, minimal plot maximum porn

part two: stephen strange aka doctor strange

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Peter felt way too exposed in this outift. Actually, a lot of him was covered, it was just very... scandalous. For a lack of a better word. But it had to be done. Any other look other than absolutely scandalous would foil the plan. He supposes it's because Dr. Strange has a lot more self-control and needs to pull out the big guns, so to speak.

Peter walks out into the living area, mock-sneaking-out. Stephen is there, as planned. He never thought he'd be marching right at the doctor, wearing a pink crop top with "BABY SLUT" emblazoned on the front. But hey, there's a first time for everything.

"Peter?" Stephen asks, eyebrow raising. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Uh-" Peter starts before being cut off.

"-especially dressed like that?" The doctor continues.

"Um- out?" Peter says, the sentence coming out as a question. Just playing the part of innocent and naive Peter Parker. "I'm meeting someone."

Stephen stands, and Peter backs up a few steps on instinct. "No." The older man says, meaning to leave no room for argument. He looks like he wants to go over there and tear those clothes off of Peter, but whether it's because he wants Peter, or he wants those clothes off, he doesn't know. Stephen sits back down.

"N- What?" Peter says incredulously. God, he should be given an Oscar for this. "You're not in charge of me, Doctor."

"You're right. I'm not." Stephen says calmly. "But no man in their right mind would let a boy go out like that."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Peter scoffs, crossing his arms. He catches the way the doctor's eyes linger at the inch of skin that the action reveals.

"You're a smart boy. Should be able to figure it out," Stephen says nonchalantly.

Peter huffs and stomps (in the heels) towards the door, and as his hand lands on the door handle, the doctor is suddenly in front of him. They're about arm's length apart, and Peter steps back a little when he finds that he has to look up at the older man because he's this close.

"No, Peter. You're not going anywhere dressed like that." Stephen reiterates, face a mask of calm.

Peter takes two steps forwards, backing Stephen into the wall, really tilting his head up to look at the doctor. His body is almost flush against the older man's, and he vaguely wonders whether his hardon can be seen through the fabric of his booty shorts.

"Make me." Peter smirks, hooking a leg around Stephen's as if it's a pole. He uses that to pull the doctor closer until he's sure that his crotch is pressed right up against the older man's thigh.

Stephen raises an eyebrow again, and pushes Peter back, hard, until the boy's back is against the wall, hitting it with a thump and Peter's soft unf.

"Make me?" Stephen asks rhetorically, arms straight out to the wall, hands by Peter's neck. Enclosing him, almost. "Who were you going to meet?"

Peter doesn't reply as he stares into Stephen's eyes and reaches a hand downwards towards the older man's crotch. He's hard, Peter thinks.

"You're hard, Dr. Strange." Peter giggles, licking his top lip, watching Stephen track the movement. "Can I suck you off?" he asks, fluttering his eyelashes.

Peter's impressed that up until this point, the doctor had been totally calm. But now- now Stephen's façade is crumbling.

"Or you can fuck my mouth?" Peter whispers, going on his tiptoes to press a light kiss to the corner of Stephen's mouth. He hears a low growl and suddenly they're on his bed, the doctor on top of him. Peter's completely naked save for his plain black panties. The one with a little bow on the waistband.

Stephen is completely dressed, except his pants are pulled down to his knees and his fully erect cock is out. "You want me to fuck your mouth, baby?" the doctor says, voice hoarse. God, Peter is drooling at the sight of that dick. It's an average length, but it's thick, so thick. Peter gapes at the sight.

"Yes, please-" Peter whines, and Stephen is turning, his cock in Peter's mouth in a second, the fatness of it forcing Peter's jaw open wider and wider and wider. He blushes at the filthiness of this, how the doctor's ass is on his face, dick in his mouth, face right on top of his own cock.

"You like taking my cock, baby?" Stephen grunts, fucking Peter's mouth with short thrusts. The boy doesn't reply, can't reply, as he starts to drool around the fat cock in his mouth. "You like it, don't you? I see you, drooling all over my cock, like you're hungry for it. You feel so good, babyboy," Stephen groans.

Peter moans a little, feeling the doctor's cock hit the back of his throat, and chokes. His throat is constricting around the dick in his mouth, and it's good, it's so good-

"Look at you, choking on my cock, such a good boy," the doctor grunts, pulling his dick out slightly. "Look at you, letting me fuck your face like this."

Peter whimpers as Stephen lowers himself down again, this time fucking his mouth quickly. "I'm coming-" and the doctor shoots his load into the boy's mouth. He slowly pulls his cock out and turns back around to face Peter. The boy is slack-jawed, drool everywhere, his hair an absolute mess. "Daddy-" Peter whimpers, and Stephen fucking chokes.

"You want me to be your Daddy, babyboy?" Stephen asks, pulling the both of them to sit upright, Peter on his lap. He barely feels the weight; the boy is light.

"My Daddy," Peter says deliriously, looping his arms around Stephen's neck and kissing him. He leans forward with his mouth open, and that's how their mouths make contact. Peter whines as they exchange open-mouthed kisses, and humps at the doctor.

"Your poor little cock, baby." Stephen coos as he humps at Peter's crotch. Hearing the soft "unh, unh, unh"s of the boy makes Stephen willing to go to Hell.

"Daddy, I- I-" Peter whines, cutting off at a particularly rough thrust from Stephen. "Can you make me cum, Daddy?"

"Can I make you cum?" Stephen mutters, more to himself than to Peter. "Of fucking course I can make you cum."

"Please, daddy? 'M- 'M so hard, it hurts-" Peter moans. Stephen starts humping at Peter's crotch, fast and unrelenting, and soon enough Peter's telltale whimpers and whines of "Daddy"-

"-Cumming, I'm cumming- oh, oh, oh-" Peter breaks off with a long moan, cumming in his panties. Stephen doesn't want to forget the look on Peter's face when he cums. The black panties that the boy is wearing are completely soaked. He peels them off gently, fingers sticky with Peter's fluids. The cute hairless cocklet that greets him has the doctor speechless. He traces a finger down from the base and draws a little gasp from Peter.

"So sensitive, baby," Stephen murmurs. "It's okay, I'm gonna take care of you."

The doctor leans down and takes the little cocklet in his mouth gently. He suckles at the tip, almost like sucking at a pacifier.

"O-Oh, Daddy!" Peter moans, his tiny cocklet spurting out drops of precum. Stephen doesn't reply as he takes the entirety of the boy's pink cocklet into his mouth, and continues sucking.

"Daddy! Oh, oh- unhhh-" Peter gives no warning as he spills into Stephen's mouth. The doctor vaguely wonders how many time Peter can cum just like this.

"It'sso good, s'good, unh, unh, Daddyyyy-" Peter moans, cumming again. "I- I can't, I can't,"

Stephen switches tactics. "Do you wanna fuck Daddy's mouth, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy, please-" Peter whispers, and then he's being lifted up, above Stephen, then put down, ass on the doctor's face. Peter bounces up and down, fucking his cocklet into Stephen's mouth, and it's so hot. His head is thrown back, face flushed a lovely pink, moans and whimpers falling from his lips, ass bouncing up and down on Stephen's face.

"I'm cumming, Daddy, I'm cumming-" Peter wails, plopping his ass right down on Stephen's face, and he can't breathe. The thought of him being suffocated by this boy's ass, together with how his own cock has been rubbing at his pants, makes him cum, pretty much untouched.

Peter launches off of Stephen's face as he realizes what he's been doing. His face flames as what just happened hits him.

"Hey." Stephen says softly. "It's okay. It's okay." He leans forward to kiss Peter chastely. "What do you think about a bath?"

Peter beams up at the doctor. "I think that sounds great."

"Good." Stephen says, looking at Peter, who's positively glowing. He hands the boy a damp towel to wipe the stickiness off, then heads to the bathroom to run a hot bath.

"Peter, get in." Stephen calls. "You're already naked."

Stephen stands in the middle of the ridiculously large bathroom as Peter walks in, hands covering his crotch, looking like a little deer caught in the headlights. The boy's blush extends all the way from his cheeks to the light trail of hair below his belly button. Absolutely gorgeous, Stephen thinks.

"No need to be shy," the doctor says, and Peter blushes even harder, refusing to look him in the eye. Nonetheless, the boy steps into the ridiculously large bathtub (enough room for 4, Stephen dares to say, no doubt for Stark's escapades) and inhales quickly at his feet touching the hot water. He soon gets used to the temperature, however, and lowers himself down to soak in the water, closing his eyes. He hears the rustling of fabric and opens his eyes to find Stephen undressing, back towards Peter.

Peter finds himself mesmerized by the lines of the older man's back and how the muscles stretch and move as he takes off his shirt. Finds himself staring as Stephen slides off his trousers, revealing thick, strong thighs and toned calves. He wonders if this is what heaven feels like.

"As much as I would love for you to continue staring, I do want to get in that tub." Stephen chuckles as he strips off his boxers, watching Peter blush a bright tomato red.

"It's alright." Stephen murmurs, stepping into the tub, sitting beside Peter. "I love it when you blush like that." Which makes Peter blush. Again.

They sit in comfortable silence until Peter suddenly lunges at the doctor, climbing on top of him and kissing him. It's absolutely filthy, the boy's tongue practically assaulting his mouth.

When he finally pulls away to take a breather, Peter finds Stephen hard again.

"Don't mind me," the older man says, reading Peter's mind. "Keep going."

So Peter keeps going, kissing at Stephen's neck, his collarbone, his hair. Eventually, he realizes that the doctor's just sitting there, sans reaction, other than his erection nestled right in between Peter's ass.

"Don't worry," Stephen murmurs again. "I'm just transfixed by your beauty."

"Transfixed by my beauty, huh?" Peter teases. "I bet you say that to all the twinks."

"Would you like me to compile a list of things I admire about you?" Stephen asks lightly, almost jokingly but not quite. Like he would do it if Peter asked. "I'll start with your physical beauty, then." the older man says, flipping them around so he's on top.

"Your hair. God, your hair," Stephen groans, kissing the top of Peter's head. "It's like a halo. These fluffy chestnut curls will be the death of every man. And every woman."

Stephen moves lower. "Your eyes. I've never found the colour _brown _to be particularly beautiful," he stops and chuckles to himself. "But your eyes. Gorgeous. A gorgeous chocolate honey whiskey colour. Utterly dazzling."

"Chocolate honey whiskey doesn't sound very appetizing," Peter jokes.

"Oh, but it is," Stephen says darkly, then brightens. "Your lips. How do I even start?"

They were in that tub for quite a while.

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[snowisflesh-blog123]

so the standrads for a trans man to be “””real””” r extremely high so ive decided you need to be EXACTLY like me to be an official actual trans dude trademark

heres a comprehensive list, for legal reasons this is a joke

you have to be australian and live within <100 metres of me

you need to have like. an hour of neutral milk hotel in ur spotify liked but still be unable to identify the aeroplane over the sea album cover

youre not allowed to have completed highschool, year 10 dropouts only thanks. bonus points if u dropped out cuz of mental illness

gotta have a cat, at least one but preferably multiple

your parents have to be divorced

you have to have worked at mcdonalds and only had like 5 actual shifts before quitting because they were making you empty hot grease without the proper ppe or instruction

also worked at a bakers delight where your shitty manager bec who was also a pilates instructor kept shifting you on for tuesdays when you explicitly told her you had class for the whole of the shift. this went on for 2 months.

if u dont like bugs youre not trans

you need to have read the entire unwind series at age 10 without picking up any of the political overtones about abortion

you needed to have a crush on zero from i.n.k becaus she was kinda emo and not traditionally feminine, you also kinda wanted to be her for a little while

if u wear an outift with no denim article ur out of the club

gotta be able to identify every, and i mean EVERY, andrew jackson jihad song from the first couple chords, except for the album they did with the gunshy because i dont really like those ones except for there is no war in this love

randall boggs was one of your first childhood crushes and youre not letting go

sonic, need i say more?

any more than 3 pairs of shoes and youre just faking it

eat the rich but not cow or anything cuz ur vegetarian and have been since age 0

you have 2 tickets to paw patrol live:race to the rescue for may next year and ur looking for someone to go with you, serious inquiries only this isnt a part of the joke i really want someone to go with me its in melbourne may 16 2021 its the 10am session PLEASE

[demethinkstoomuch]

Deme Rates Villagers Part 2, Anteaters

While I build my hype for New Horizons, I thought I’d do something a little dumb. I thought I’d give my rating on all the villagers based primarily on their designs, though if I have a personal feeling, I’ll put it down as well. Please note that, with one (joking) exception, I love Animal Crossing’s villagers. They’re all good dogs, Bront, event the ones who are not dogs. So this is on a curve, and done in nit-picking good humor, so let’s just have fun! images are from the wiki, and so are going to be somewhat large or irregularly-sized. My scale is made up, and the points aren’t real.

That’s basically my standard disclaimer here. 

Anabelle

I love everything about Anabelle. Her cute eyes! Her complementary color scheme! Her concept! Her place in my New Leaf town!

Design-wise, the sort of scaly texture and unfeathered tail she has is clearly intended to evoke the pangolin, or “scaly anteater,” a charmingly scaly little mammal who sometimes look like they want to apologize for something. I really, really like pangolins. I’ll add that the tropical theme to her default outift and decor suggests to me the Sunda or Phillipine Pangolin, both of which are native to Southeast Asia. I like any villager who’s going to make me go on a brief listing of biology facts.

She’s lived in Argent, my New Leaf town, for quite a while now, since I settled its final villagers. I imagine her as a young lady who left her hometown to make a name for herself, possibly fire dancing. Anyway, I’m fond of her on a personal level in addition to a design level, with the attachment built up over the years, and so, she has an unquestionable place in my heart, and a bright little bell out behind her house. 

10, but with some cute stars around it that make it worth several thousand /10

Annalisa 

Annalisa sure has an aesthetic, which she is designed for and devoted to without a single deviation or hesitance. And for that, I have to respect her. She looks like she should be a snooty, even though she isn’t -- it’s the heavily made-up look. On the whole, I find her design a little unsettling even though I don’t actually find Japanese dolls unsettling. I think if it were me, I’d maybe change the eyes just a little bit, aiming for something a bit less severe, and maybe a bit more empty.

The concept of rating has no ability to describe how I feel / 10, I guess. 

Antonio

He’s a very natural looking Giant Anteater, a fact which I appreciate, even if the effect is that he looks like he has a neck beard. Add to that his surprised little eyebrows and cute blank eyes, and he’s an undoubtedly charming little fellow. 

Very Charming / o.o 

Aside from his fantastic big square eyebrows and freckly nose, both excellent traits, there’s not enough for me to really recommend him; his design is sort of random, I don’t really care for that orange.

Except that I love him very, very much. Because Cyrano was one of the first villagers in my New Leaf town of Argent, and quickly became a fast friend. My grouchy buddy. I themed the entire area in front of my Re-tail, where he lived, after him, filling it with all the zen public works projects he requested, which were some of my favorites. And then he moved away, and I was a little heartbroken. There’s a zen garden where his house used to be, in memorial. I’ve always rather wanted him back, but once it was possible with amiibo cards, I had a town full of other villagers I love. Maybe our paths will cross again someday.

100/10, perfect in every way, and that stands to make a very good point. Things become lovable, things become perfect, simply by the act of being loved. Given his name, it’s a fitting thought. (I also could have given him a rating 

....Well, this is going to make moving on to the rest of the anteaters somewhat anticlimactic, isn’t it?

Lulu

So, another villager who was an islander in Animal Forest E+, and was never seen or heard from again. This is the only picture the wiki has, and so I am honestly a bit incapable of judging her, I can’t really form an opinion on this.

-/10. I see nothing to dislike, and nothing to recommend her. If I had more or better pictures, those cute little dot eyes could go somewhere.

Nosegay

It’s Nosegay! Juvenile jokes aside, this is a type of small bouquet of flowers, and also a pun on her big honking nose. Possibly because of the name, or maybe because there’s not much about her, she hasn’t come back since Animal Crossing (or Animal Forest E+, whatever.) She sure is brown, but I can’t say she really evokes a specific type of anteater for me, she’s just brown and white.

I have said all I can about Nosegay, and will rate her a Tussie-Mussie / Bouquet. (Tussie-Mussie? Why is that a thing someone called that?) 

Olaf

Goodness, but look at this. The hair, looking like it was dipped in a thing of styling gel and allowed an artful curl down his face. The eyebrows! The lower lashes! Honestly, he packs a lot into a few details, and I am very pleased with this smug matador-looking fellow. 

On the downside, having not had Olaf in town, I don’t know what he looks like in a different shirt very clearly, and I worry it spoils his impact... A quick google search gives me better pictures of him in other outfits, and the result is silly rather than just ruinous. Good! I approve.

0le!/10

Pango

Pango’s color scheme is nice, but not really evocative, so the effect is sort of “she’s just kind of a colorful ant-eater.” Which isn’t a bad design call, or anything, so much as it makes it hard for me to form a real opinion. She’s got that swirl reminiscent of hair, she has that nicely snooty eyeshadow and eyelash. 

5/10, gotta have some actual ratings sometimes. 

Snooty

Snooty is Snooty, and that fact alone brings Snooty points. The eyebrows and eyes on her give her a distinct character in a way her color scheme doesn’t quite do, aesthetically-pleasing though the golden edges of her tail are. That character isn’t quite enough or pleasant enough for me, but it is there. She came back with Welcome Amiibo after not being seen since Animal Crossing, which is looking like a theme with Anteaters. Poor dears. 

Snooty / Snoot

Zoe

I don’t get Zoe. I can’t quite tell why her neck has those hard lines, or that little lump. Is she supposed to look robotic? Or like a toy? Is that some sort of funky little goiter? I’m sorry, I do not know, cannot guess, and do not like this.  The wiki suggests that, with that little tuft of brown “hair” on her forehead, she may be wearing a hood, ala Chrissie and Francine. This explains nothing. 

????? / 10 She hasn’t been back since Animal Crossing, and I am OK with this.

Surprised at the how sporadic anteaters are, honestly, both in my preferences and in their presence in the games. I do want more, because those fluffy tails are very cute.

[sebeth]

Titans: Episode One

Warning, Spoilers Ahead….

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 The Titans, the first original DC Universe Online content, debuts.

Nice stylized opening detailing the death of the Flying Graysons.  Poor Raven – she starts with a nice night at the circus and it ends in murder.

Raven is very standard horror movie in the first half of the episode.  I’m not familiar with New 52 Raven but I’m assuming this is similar to her modern appearances.  I wonder if we will ever see Arella or Azarath?  Trigon, even a more scaled-down version, is almost guaranteed.

Poor Raven’s mom.  Was she part of this conspiracy or just an innocent woman who adopted the wrong baby?  Did she enforce the religious praying because she knew the true origin of Raven or did she truly think that would save her daughter?

Dick doesn’t want a partner! He could have been nicer to poor Amy – where’s the Grayson charm?  Amy was a regular in the 90s/2000s Nightwing series.  

Bruce probably has been gassed by the Joker.

Interviews suggest that Dick and Bruce split due to Dick’s objections over Batman’s brutality as opposed to the standard “injured by the Joker” set-up.  Perhaps Dick felt that bat-branding was a bit too extreme.

Detroit, Michigan is an interesting choice.  It’s rarely used in the DC Universe – the main exception is when the JLA briefly operated out of the city.  This is one of the big differences between DC and Marvel – 98% of the heroes aren’t located in New York City.

Wow, Dick!  So violent and angry!  Did you forget that you are not post-death Jason?  Or fresh out of the League Damian?  People will make a lot of the violence in the gang scene but while Dick is known for being the “happy” Robin he can also be angry, violent, and broody.  He learned from the best in those departments!

Love Tim’s eternal influence on the Robin design! Full body outfit, R-shaped shurikens, and staff? Check, check, and check!

Dick goes retro with the record player.  His apartment/loft is rather bare bones with the exception of the Flying Graysons poster.

Love that Dick has a “thing for helping kids”.  Underneath the anger is a very kind-hearted man who will always have a soft spot for traumatized kids.

Starfire!  The Titan who received the most hate before the show even debuted.  Let’s be honest – Starfire’s comic book appearance was never going to translate well into live action – the height, the impossible body, the orange skin, and extremely long hair simply isn’t practical, add in the classic 80’s costume and it simply wasn’t going to happen.

As for the character itself…it seems as if the car crash has made Kori amnesiac so we are left with a blank slate for both Kori and the audience.  Why is Kori tracking down Raven?  Is it similar to the connection between the two ladies that was portrayed in the Titans: Earth One books?

Kori’s easy sexuality and willingness to use deadly force are definitely aspects of Starfire’s character.

Loved the total devastation Kori’s starbolts.  Now I understand why the Titans were all “No, Kori, no!” in early Titan issues.

I’m not loving the fur coat but I do like the purple outift.

Could the organization pursuing Raven be the Church of Blood?  The Church originated in Europe and Brother Blood has been obsessed with Raven at various times.

Dick makes nice with Amy. I wonder if the writers will head straight into the expected Dick – Kori romance or sidestep with a Dick-Amy relationship.  Please no dreaded triangle.  Pick one or the other.

The actress portraying Raven is very reminiscent of animated Raven in her physical appearance.  I like it.

Dick saves Raven!  Actually, Raven saves herself.  Rachel’s soul-self is extremely violent in this series.

The duo is heading to a safe place – in a Porsche!  It’s easy to see why Dick keeps the car hidden – it would be rather hard to explain that car on a cops’ salary.  It should be common knowledge that Dick is Bruce Wayne’s ward but Dick may have hidden that fact when he transferred to Detroit.  How long has Dick been in Detroit?  Robin hasn’t been seen in Gotham in the past year – so almost a year?

How badly did the man from earlier in the episode hurt his child?  It had to be severe for Dick to break his self-imposed Robin ban.

We end with Beast Boy in Covington, Ohio.  Gar uses his shape-changing abilities to steal video games.  He needs to learn there are stealthier animals than tigers. The scene was brief but cute.

We know the Doom Patrol will be in an upcoming episode.  Did Gar run away from the Doom Patrol?  If so, why? How many heroes have made public debuts in the Titans-verse?

Up next:  Hawk & Dove!

I enjoyed the episode. I love Dick, Raven needs many hugs, and Beast Boy was adorable.  Starfire didn’t fully click with me but her amnesia/blank slate status gives her a pass for a few more episodes.

[silvermoonshipping-is-love]

Concepts/Stories of the AUs

About time I did this! (Does anyone even still remember these?) Hello, this are the basic concepts/summaries of my Creepypasta AUs (so far only those I have shown in the comic), to give you a bit more information. However some I might not tell a lot as to not to spoil too much, though I probably will and some don't have a coherent story as of now. I'm not sure if I will add the others soon or make a new journal for it. If you don't know what I'm even talking about: Here's a link to the comic, showing them all so far:

https://drownedsilverislove.tumblr.com/post/177442578039/drownedsilverislove-drownedsilverislove-it

Now to the "important part". I'll go in the same order as the comic:

1. OT Au

This one... honestly already can't say a whole lot Basically the start is that somewhat of a "war" or something is going on... Yeah, weird, I know. Basically the Pokepastas I usually draw, ergo Silver, Steven, Glitchy are all apart of an organization mostly dedicated to help actually and rather not wanting to get involved until they look for "people" that might need help and have made it out. On a "cartridge graveyard" seem to be such signs, which is confusing at first, since... well, usually still "living" people don't stay there. I'm pretty sure you already know who it is and I don't wanna tell more for now.

2. Human/Superhero Au

This one are "two" technically so:   

A. Human: It's just they're human or they were both humans at one point, it's more designs than AUs, really. B. As the name says, basically four high school kids become "superheroes", willing to protect the world, except   it's apparently only their city really. Honestly almost feels more like a "Magical Girl" series... except with boys... And not really the cute outifts, maybe.

3. Simulation AU

This AU plays somewhat "far" in the future, more of a Dystopian setting as "Silver"(That's his name in the simulation, real name unkown so far) is one of the rather low class living in dirt and trash and not THAT great while the higher classes are allowed to live in an actual city which is always described as paradise as they all "hail" to their leaders and the higher class and the "Tree of given life" to apreciate their lifes no matter what. However a way to get in the higher classes is by becoming part of a simulation having multiple levels. You also get a handy AI on your way to help you out.

4. God"like" AU

Once there were beliefs in many gods all standing for something, but the beliefs in that mythology died over the years until present day in the story. Turns out they're actually true, just most disapperead from being forgotten or were banished. If a human was deemed worthy and manages to free a god, they're granted one wish without limitations(Except granting more wishes). That kinda happened to Seth(Silver, his human names are usually Seth or Hibiki), except he made the mistake of not thinking all through with his wish and now has a god staying by him and "serving" him until the end of his life. ...Only that god is pretty arrogant.

5. Blind AU

Silver can't really feel anymore thanks to giving his soul. To whom? ...*shrugs*. He just couldn't take it all anymore and was granted freedom for it so he accepted, except he regrets it now and meets a rather helpless blind boy, who also happens to seemingly be homeless at the moment. Lets him stay with him for a while. But does he actually start to care again?

6. Horror/"Edgy" AU

As the title says, this is just to fuel my edgy mind even more than most of the others, basically its all about survival and who to trust, etc. Actually Ben and Silver are NOT the main characters in this as the comic may suggest, they still play a part like most characters though. (Also please note that most or probably all relationships in this AU are indeed not meant to be healthy and are screwed up. Once they all are explained or come to light.) 7. Two Worlds AU

Ben does definitely NOT have a good life in this... In most not, to be honest, I'm a sadistic person to them, but anyways he really can't stand it all anymore, especially being all alone in this. No friends, his family seemingly not caring in the slightest, he can't even rely on himself, giving what he often feels and thinks. Then one day he finds a strange game, not being a lot of fun, but better to get your mind off stuff with it than doing nothing. At night when he goes to bed he starts dreaming of a weird place until one night he finds a barrier, as well as the character of the game behind it. Perplexed, but interested, they start talking, no matter if these are dreams or not. Maybe that was the friend or support Ben has needed for so long...

8. Player/"Sinning cause I'm a horrible human being" AU

It's... uh... Oh jeez, I kinda regret introducing this AU, but at the same time I don't xD

Basically once more, Silver can't stand where he's trapped from the loneliness (Jeez, Silver, stop throwing your soul away and all that), so a spirit is willing to help, posesses him and then he... kinda becomes really open about certain things... And yeah, Ben comes to him one day, first just asking for shelter or whatever, not fully figured out ;<; and then is kinda "forced" to stay, not by Silver mind you, but by the place, however accepts and honestly doesn't mind after a short while anymore, really. He's just a Tsundere in this (especially).

9. Pirate's AU:

Silver is a captain of a ship with a nice crew and has gathered many treasures in the years, but looks for a new challenge. He hears from a storyteller in a pub about an island, being protected by a cursed soul or ghost, but through it you'd find a really nice treasure. Silver then gets ready, thinking the ghost thing is just a hoax, after a storm he and his crew get stranded, though surprisingly still alive. And they find out some of the secrets, while the captain himself meets the "ghost", finding out the whole true story of it.

10. "Hospital" AU

Seth gets brought to a hospital, after a terrible accident, involving his mother and sister as well, caring about illnesses, traumas, mental problems, physical problems, etc. despite it not fully being accepted by the government. They also have an adoption system, since most "children" in there were brough because they're homeless or lost family in accidents or similiar. There he meets a few people, especially his roommate Ben, who has been there for most of his life now, not allowed to leave and soon not even being able to be adopted anymore in just a year.

11. "The AU which was supposed to be a Shojo parody but turned into more for some reason" AU

The title is self-explainitory, really. Basically it takes place in a "university", though not required to go to, you can. But then you stay there for a while. Basically Ben moved there with his "parent", hoping for a new start but that doesn't come as quickly. Until he becomes more interested in a student that often seems to miss or even skip the lessons, but still gets talked about, then he one day comes back to school and they can actually meet soon then.

12. Demon AU

Seth has gotten a book about "summoning demons" from his "friends" as a joke, since his clothing style and interests seem to match up. He didn't think of it as super funny though and just let it dust away in his shelves. One day he got bored, tried it and now he has a demon roommate! ...That actually doesn't really act as a "demon"... nor looks like one.

Yeah, most of them are cheesy and unoriginal, I know... Also I feel like I still spoiled way too much about most of these...I still think about doing a second part, since there still are a lot more, but for now, it will be only these.

Hope you enjoyed this or thought it was interesting! I'll always appreciate support and interest for these ^^

[kingdimentio24]

Besides the commonly featured characters known as "The Eight", there are other cast members that are going to partake in the main storyline of Encore. Some of these people popped up in Chapter 1, but others have yet to appear. (Consider this to be a collective wiki) From left to right, top to bottom: Austin Winterveil One of the two generals of the "Encore" generation. In respects to tradition, the current reigning monarch is allowed two heads of the Royal Militia. Austin is very particular when it comes to protocol, and he often relies more on logic than ethics. He's quite stern, and not afraid to carry out the work of his superior. He wears armor composed of an iron/stone alloy, marked with the Royal crest, and wielding a common sword. Oddly enough, and one couldn't tell, he is actually a childhood friend of the king. Trevor One of the most conflicting characters of the series, as he is entwined in almost every aspect of the story. Next in line for the throne, as he was part of the main family, him and his younger brother, Marcus, grew up in the very beginnings of his universe's existence. In their younger years, the family began to teach the two boys magic, and they became the first two spell-swords of the kingdom. After a tragic series of incidents, however, he was forced to abandon his home with his sibling, of which led to him forming the Terra Mages. Hoping to restore their kingdom, they fought against "The Three", but to no avail. Bearing the power of dimensions, he set out to seek another place they could call home. That's when he found himself in the inter-dimensional zone of which he first met Timpani, marking the first crossover between these two unique universes. When he returned, he used the Nine Hearts to create a protected world, of which he established himself as king. He wears the traditional royal attire, consisting of a jacket with fastened shoulder armor. He has a Clairvoyant Crown on his head, of which has two crystals that change color based on the person's future. His brother has the same outfit, except Trevor has a small dark implementation in the center of his crown of unknown origin. (Sidenote: as the co-author of the Book of Hearts, I found it only fitting to use this character as my own alias, since I am the author of Encore. As such, he bears my own name, but we share very little in reality. His nickname is "King Dimentio", and overtime, you shall see why) Regi Kraft Once a son to one of the "EnCr" generation generals, this young rogue has spent much of his life filled with hate, mostly due to his twisted childhood. Having lost his family and his only friend from his childhood, he grew up heavily isolated from the world. Him and his younger brother, Peter, roamed around as homeless orphans, until his little sibling placed a job as a Royal guard. In order to keep an eye on his brother, he stayed in the same region for a while. Despite Peter's constant optimism trying to change his older brother's ways of thievery and criminal endeavors, of which Regi would always argue were for "survival of the fittest" intentions, he would never change. Soon, he became a wanted criminal by the Royal Militia, a situation that was quite conflicting for Peter. In terms of weaponry, Regi is one of the only beings known to wield "shadow weapons", dark conjurations that are not only amplified versions of what they are based on, but require no magic of the user themselves. He wields a Black Bow and Black Dagger, items he has had since his youth, for reasons he does not know. He wears commoner's clothing, but he views it as his "renegade outift". Kyle Pudwick One of the two generals of the "Encore" generation. In respects to tradition, the current reigning monarch is allowed two heads of the Royal Militia. Kyle is very determined as a soldier, preferring stealth as his means of service. He behaves more like a hired-hand, as he is much less sophisticated in his work than his counterpart, but almost just as heartless. He wears a dark hooded jacket, marked with the Royal crest, and wielding a common bow with a set of arrows clasped to his back. Oddly enough, and one couldn't tell, he is actually a childhood friend of the king. "William" One of "The Three", he is normally a three-headed monster, but has stolen a human body as a means of acting as a "player". To further insult the owner of his previous body, he has given himself an alias of which his now human form can be assigned to. Even those cannot hide what a monstrous brute he is, demonstrating formidable strength in the form two powerful swords of stone. He commands the human alliances of The Three, directing their rage towards their enemies. He modeled his armor after the Royal Militia, making it darker while also changing the symbol to a black heart. Dimitrio One of the unfortunate consequences of the crossover between the two universes, this small entity bears potential for destruction of enormous magnitude, due to his very reason for existence being to "destroy all worlds". Before the downfall of the mischievous magican Dimentio, a "shadow of his power" had been imbued into the Chaos Heart so that it's goals would persist. Following the renowned altar ceremony between Blumiere and Timpani, merely by inference of the Pure Hearts continued existence, the Chaos Heart persisted, but as no more than a shell. All of its power dispersed, but still with a bit of Dimentio's power (of which had mixed with the Heart itself), Dimitrio existed as a sleeping spirit, until the time that a magician entered their realm. After an unknown process and time, he was given his first body, and made an agreement with the mage to help destroy worlds. Upon his usage of the Chaos Heart, his body temporarily dissolved, only to reform a while later. His body is made almost entirely of magic, a child's toy known as a Jack-In-The-Box, he bears a lot of resemblance to Dimentio in terms of motif. He has a black heart on the front of his box. Vincent The youngest member of the cast, this little fellow is an enthusiastic little boy, intrigued by almost everything he sees. He lost his mother and father when he was little, and has been wandering the world for as long as he can remember. He can't recall much about his home, but he does remember a single tree, sitting on a hill. He's very kind, quite curious, and always looking for adventure. He wears plain clothes, with a brown jacket that he likes to keep the collar pointed out. "Ella" One of "The Three", she is normally a ginormous dragon, but has stolen a human body as a means of acting as a "player". To further insult the owner of her previous body, she has given herself an alias of which her now human form can be assigned to. She is one the cruelest beings to exist, manipulating people to do her own dirty work by form of blackmail. She controls the monster alliances of the Three, holding over them a persuasive gaze and a threatening array of hidden powers. She wears a scarlet dress suit, complemented by a pair of ruby spectacles. ⚠️Warning⚠️:Please keep the Chaos Heart out of the reach of these children. We wouldn't want another incident to occur.

[madame-kiksters]

These Are Gucci Bitch

Read it on AO3 Here!

Rating: T+

Fandom: Overwatch

Cat: F/F

Pairing: Sombra/Widowmaker|Amelie Lacroix

Tags: fluff, swearing, mostly from widowmaker, humor, fashion shows, christmas gift fic

Merry Christmas, @app-jelly

Summary:

Amelie never felt so alive.

It was another beautiful day in France. The birds were singing, the wind was gently blowing, the sun came streaming down in wonderful rays. Rays that were shining right through Amelie’s big ass windows and into her fucking eye.

“Le fuck?” She peeked her eye open before immediately turning over and covering her head, not wanting to leave the comfort of her bed just yet. It was one of the few things she enjoyed in this world, and no damn star millions of light years away was going to ruin it for her.

The blankets still allowed some light to filter through, so she piled more of her bedding on top of her to pretend it was still the blessed night. When she finally managed to escape the sun’s rays, she gave a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.

It was less than a minute before she came up gasping for air. The feeling of being suffocated by all of her bedding too much to bear.

“Zis is fucking bullshit!” she grumbled under her breath as she threw the covers off of her and sat on the edge of the bed. She took a deep breath and rubbed her face before slipping into her bedside slippers.

She completed her morning ritual at a slower pace than usual and it was annoying her to no end, because she just couldn’t seem to make herself more energetic.

She didn’t even have feelings, but this was the worst!

When she finished, she decided to skip breakfast and go straight for the wine. She grabbed an unopened bottle and popped the cork before taking a long drink.

“That’s a little better.” She admitted and decided to walk around the house drinking the entire bottle.

She aimlessly wandered the halls of her chateau in search of nothing, steadily finishing her bottle. She felt that feeling of forgetting something important, but she just couldn’t remember what.

Then she found it, the thing she was searching for. A large trunk in the room furthest from hers. Why it was all the way over there, Widow would never know.

She finished off the bottle before she approached the chest and discovered it was locked. She looked around for a key nearby, but decided a bullet would be much faster. Amelie would have been pleased with her quick thinking if she was capable of such emotions.

The bullet blew through the lock and would have continued through the chest if Amelie hadn’t known that her rifle was an incredibly powerful weapon and angled herself to the side of the lock. The bullet instead ripped through the lock before lodging itself in the wall, after passing through the various other pieces of stored furniture in the room.

“Magnifique.”

She strutted over to the chest and lifted the lid to reveal several of the most horrendous articles of clothing she had ever witnessed. The first item, an intricate mask that looked like it belonged at a masquerade ball. Smirking to herself, she held the mask up to her face.

“I’m Reaper. I’m a one-man army. I don’t need anyone else. Except when I run out of mist juice in the middle of the enemy team.”

Amelie paused as she realized what she’d just done, then giggled at the absurdity, she felt ridiculous.

She felt ridiculous.

She felt ridiculous.

Grinning with delight, she rifled through the trunk and discovered several more items. First on the list, a sequin glove.

“I am Doomfist. I can’t stop my powerful moves, not even if I am going over the fucking cliff. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger! No, wait. That wasn’t him, that was someone else. Ah well, similar enough.”

She donned a black glove onto her free hand. “I’m Moira and I never make any fucking sense!”

She chuckled to herself as she continued searching through the chest. She found purple lipstick and applied it.

“Sombra online all the fucking time! Look at me! I am so edgy with my cool hair and purple eyes and goofy smile. No…that was more of a compliment. Fuck.”

She rubbed the lipstick off and continued searching through the chest. She found a large hot pink boa, large sunglasses, a beret with a large feather sticking out of it, a pair of hot pink thigh-high stockings, and the most ridiculous pair of boots she’d ever seen.

She quickly pulled them out and lugged them to her room. First, she pulled out a nice pantsuit and her second favorite pair of heels from her closet. Then she removed the boa, the glasses, and the beret.

Donning the outfit, she realized that she looked ridiculous, but she found she kind of liked the look. She strutted around her house and continued to talk shit about the members of Talon.

“Don’t even get me started on that fucking Widowmaker…wait. Fuck, that’s me. Nevermind.”

She retreated to her room and changed her clothes. This time, she wore a revealing cocktail dress that had a slit all the way up to her shoulder that was cinched together with two belts. Along with this, she wore the thigh-high stockings, the ridiculous boots, and kept the boa. She looked down at her boots and the purple, smiley face slippers she’d received from Sombra long ago and thought of an amazing idea. She tugged the slippers over her boots and it created an amazing look.

She did a circuit around the house and was almost back to her room before she heard a voice from behind her.

“Widow? What the hell are you wearing?”

Amelie whipped around and felt her bitchin’ ponytail strike her side from the action. “These are Gucci, bitch.” She answered as she continued on, flipping Sombra off.

“Amelie, why are you like this?”

“Like what? Happy?”

“Are you really?”

“Of course I am! Would I be fucking smiling if I wasn’t happy?”

“Amelie…you’re not smiling.”

“Oh fuck. I can’t feel my fucking face.” She used her two index fingers to make herself smile. “Shee? Shmiling. Happy.”

Sombra smiled at her antics before sighing. She looked down at her Shrimp shirt and shorts, and her Walmu flipflops before looking at Amelie’s ensemble. The boots first caught her attention. It was unmistakable, that Shrimp logo.

“Are those Shrimp boots?”

“Of course they are. What do you fucking take me for? I am rich as shit. I could wear everything Shrimp every day if I wanted to.”

“You mean to tell me you don’t want to wear Shrimp? Their outfits are so stylish and yet comfy!”

Amelie scoffed. “Stylish. I have more style in my single finger than their entire line of clothing.”

“I…can’t argue with that.” Sombra admitted as she took in Amelie’s outift.

“You never could argue with me.”

Sombra gave her a goofy grin. “You got that right, babe.”

“Ugh. Let’s go to the kitchen and you can make me something to eat.”

“It’s only two in the afternoon.”

“I haven’t eaten all fucking day.”

“Widow!” Sombra scolded before she escorted Amelie to the kitchen and seated her on a barstool. “You sit there while I make you something.”

Amelie nodded but didn’t say anything more as she watched Sombra rifle through her fridge and pull out various ingredients.

She didn’t know how the other woman did it, but after a seemingly short amount of time, Sombra set down a plate full of heavenly smelling food.

Another plate was set down next to her and Sombra rounded the counter to sit beside her.

“So…come here often?” Sombra flirted jokingly.

Amelie didn’t get it, so she answered. “I fucking live here? So…on occasion, yes. I do visit my kitchen.”

Sombra laughed, Amelie didn’t, so she focused on eating instead.

They were finishing up when Sombra announced, “I really missed this.”

“What?”

“Sharing a meal with someone.” Sombra confessed quietly.

Amelie had sobered a bit as she ate, so she was coherent enough to understand the seriousness of the moment.

“Me too.” She answered.

From that point on, Sombra would come over once a week and cook dinner for Amelie. Sometimes they would have dress up parties, other times they would end up in bed together, but more often than not, they ended up cuddling in Amelie’s library for hours after dinner. Soaking in each other’s presence. It was nice.

It wasn’t too long before Amelie felt life in the rooms of her empty house where before there was none. She smiled to herself as she went to the room with the chest of dress-up clothes to find it had disappeared. In its place was a single piece of paper.

She approached cautiously and picked it up to inspect it.

‘I moved the chest closer to your room so we didn’t have to trek so far when we wanted to put on our fashion shows. Love, Sombra’

Amelie smiled as she sent a quick message to her girlfriend.

‘It’s Gucci, bitch’

[sinkingorswimming]

Prompt: how'd you find my address

*hey hope you’re down with a super ridonk X-Men based AU*It’s always the same for him—the thrill of the crowd, the roaring applause, the  cheers and acoustics and reverb and backing tracks spun by his DJ. His new costume’s oddly sedate—dark indigo covered in expensive beading over mesh and purple bedecked additions. His eyes are masked in matching indigo and purple make up to hide his eyes. 

Dazzler got his start on Youtube in a similar incognito state, filming with his face cut off and his uniquely tailored lighting a distraction from anything but his voice while he put his touch on “Cranes in the Sky,” “New Rules,” and even “Fool For You.”

The lighting still exists in his live acts, though—blues patterned like deep sea waves for ballads, red and pink for the passionate hard beats, purple and white for the fun dance tracks, explosions of gold and sparks everywhere to close out the final encore.

People always ask about his lighting designer. He demurs.

His manager Celestino and aforementioned mixer Phichit know the truth that his parents and sister don’t. They can’t—until mutant rights actually gain a real foothold, he’ll lose it all if he’s exposed. 

So by day he’s Katsuki Yuuri, pre-law at NYU, and at night he blows out the speakers and the crowds at Webster Hall. Ciao Ciao swears he’ll sell out MSG in two years max, but…he’ll see.

It’s a show night and he does his make up, rests his voice. Phichit yammers in the background about some social media thing since he manages Dazzler’s IG page and Twitter too. “Someone really wants you to read their RPF of you and the King,” Phichit says with a chortle. “Apparently his actual girlfriend is a beard, and you’re his true love.”

Yuuri pauses putting in the violet contacts (with prescription) he uses that glow in his lightshows. “Really.”

“Yo, I think it’s funny,” Phichit replies. “All ‘cause you got drunk at that SNL after party when he was the musical guest.”

“Shut up,” Yuuri grumbles as he completes the transformation. Tonight’s outift is a deep teal metallic stretch with a gold star on the back shaped like a sunburst. The boots are the best part—over the knee and same metallic teal as the jacket. He looks great.

“You look great,” Phichit confirms. “Chris outdid himself.”

“Mmm,” Yuuri agrees, sipping the chamomile he grinds a Xanax into. Stage fright. Preposterous but crippling. He has no choice.

There’s a commotion beyond the green room door, and Yuuri—Dazzler now, rather– and Phichit both snap their heads towards it.

”What the hell?” Phichit narrows his eyes a little. He holds up a finger to Dazzler, then disappears in an implosion of air that smells like sulphur. 

Dazzler gags as Phichit reappears in the same spot. “Don’t do that so close.”

“Sorry but—there’s weird shit out there—” Phichit says. “Like…silvery liquid animal things? Like T1000…but they’re…four leggers with talons and they’re like some kind of wrecking crew. We should—probably bail.”

“Ciao Ciao,” Dazzler says.

“Ciao Ciao turns to metal, Ciao Ciao can deal,” Phichit reminds Dazzler. “We’re meatbags. We gotta scoot!”

Dazzler doesn’t argue as Phichit puts an arm around him and they, as Phichit calls it, BAMF elsewhere. They’re limited by distance, so he manages the roof at least. 

Except the roof is swarmed by those silver things, making gross sounds like if they were a hive of metal cobras. “How’d they even get here? What are they?”

A loud whistle rings from a nearby rooftop. Dazzler and Phichit book look—there’s a golden flash similar to the emblem on Dazzler’s coat followed by sounds of small objects darting through the air. The—things get clipped but not felled.

A stranger lands in front of Dazzler and Phichit—he wears a black and hot pink suit with pouches. His hair is also silver, and it’s in a mullet of all things. He looks back over his shoulder at them for a moment, eyes lingering on Dazzler. Then he winks, gesturing with a hand that…does he only have four fingers?

“Hope my luck doesn’t run out,” he says. His eye gleams gold as he whistles again and a creature that looks like a much too large standard poodle charges the things. “Good girl, Makka!”

A brief flash glimmers in Dazzler’s periphery—there’s a six armed woman with a severe bun and sharp cheekbones like a diamond saw in white. Each arm has a sword from a different culture. She spins and dances like a whirlwind towards the unassuming mullet dude and without even thinking Dazzler puts his two hands together like he’s mimicking a gun, winces, aims, and fires a huge blast of ambient energy into her. It’s a beam of prismatic light that’s solidified to where it knocks her off the roof to the street below.

“Did you know you could do that?” Phichit whispers.

“Kinda?” Dazzler hedges. More of the silver things appear from some kind of messed up black hole thing, and Dazzler this time opens his palm upright and a large glowing rainbow ball forms. He pitches it like a grenade and it explodes, taking out the remainder of the monsters.

Pink suit silver mullet turns to them, and gives Dazzler a bright grin. He picks up his hand (yeah he somehow only has four fingers what the fuck) and he kisses Dazzler’s right ring finger. “Thank you, pretty boy,” he says and…he sounds Russian for some reason. “It’s good to know that you had my six.” He looks Dazzler up and down in a very obviously flirtatious and sexy manner. “Better than good.”

Dazzler’s face turns red as he wrests his hand out of his grip. “Um—” he clears his throat. Phichit makes a noise like a sitcom audience member watching a live taping of a make out session.

“Who are you? What happened?” Phichit grins and winks. “Are you…married? Single? Going steady? Dazzler here hasn’t been on a date since Obama was still President so like—”

“Phichit!” Dazzler shrieks.

The man smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and his giant poodle sits next to him with a smile and pink tongue hanging out. He’s devastating, Dazzler thinks. Oh god. 

The blue eyes sparkle. “I’m named Victor, but everyone just calls me Longshot. It’s my stage name. You really bailed me out here—sometimes, not often, I get scared my Luck Power won’t work.”

“Luck Power? Are you a mut—” Dazzler stomps on Phichit’s foot, and Phichit waps him with his tail in reply, though Longshot can’t tell thanks to the image inducer. “Jackass.”

“I’m sorry to cause you trouble,” Longshot continues. “But as they say, the Revolution will be televised!” 

“Revolution?” Dazzler asks. 

“Frightfully long story,” Longshot says. “I can…explain over food.”

“He’d love to,” Phichit blurts. Then he shoves Dazzler bodily at Longshot, the singer’s face turning beet red and Longshot’s own cheeks dusting a deep pink while he gives him a sweet smile. 

Dazzler looks up at him, contemplating running. His life is complicated enough—pre-law and LSAT prep balanced with being a rising pop act. 

Is he really adding superheroics to the resume?

“Did you retrieve him?” 

The six-armed woman shakes her head. “No, Lord Yakov. He managed to escape thanks to some kind of metahuman intervention.”

“Hm,” the Lord and King of the Yakoverse says. “Metahumans? Are they…entertaining?”

“The footage is impressive,” she admits.

“Good,” he answers. “We’ll run in the prime Thursday slot. Oh…and Spiral?”

The woman once called Lilia gives him a curious look.

Yakov smiles. “Send some insurance next time. Send in the Fairy.”

Spiral grins.

For reference, Longshot: http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Longshot_(Mojoverse)Dazzler: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dazzler

[templarhalo]

templarhalo talks comics

For those who don’t know I am an avid comic collector.  Mostly Marvel stuff, but I good chunk of my collection is Gijoe comics from the image/Devils Due era and Transformers comics from the Dreamwave era and they’re some my most prized possessions.

Anyway here’s my opinions on some of the currently ongoing Marvel series, just for the sake of doing it

Weapon Hex

  Part of the “Infinity Warps” mini  series which has fused two marvel hereoes together.  Weapon Hex chornicles the fusion of Laura Kinney and Wanda Maximoff providing a more literal magical take on Laura’s origin story.  An interesting concept, especially since I had a “what if Laura was a clone of both Logan and Jean created by Mister Sinsister and has Jean’s powers in addition to her own?” floating around myself.   Unfortunately Weapon Hex lacks the emotional depth of Laura’s origin story and feels rushed with poor pacing and not much beyond the usual action scenes to generate excitement

8.5 out of 10- wait for your local  comic store to  discount it

Infinity Wars -  Infinty Countdown was kind of interesting,  with  a tie in issue having Black Widow finding out Wolverine is back from the dead(Something never addressed in the Hunt for Wolverine) and two damn good issues involving the Champions the main series itself was kind of meh but laid the groundwork for something interesting.   Unfortunately Infinity Wars just kind of peters out.  It starts out strong in its first issue but by issue 3 I had lost interest. Like Weapon Hex Infinity Wars lack emotional depth and feels poorly paced.   It is constantly rushing from one scene to next making it hard to follow and lacks the kind of  epic feel that  you can sink your teeth into that previous big events like Siege, Avengers Standoff and even the poorly received Secret Empire had.

5 out of 10   Don’t bother unless you like having Gamora as a villain,  Adam Warlock or wanted to follow up after Infinity Countdown  If you like the superhero mashups focus on those but otherwise spend your hard earned cash on something else. 

Avengers -  truth be told I’m  a bit disappointed with the current Avengers line up,  with the exception of She-Hulk and Robbie Reyes the current line up is all  A listers with really no attempt to  diversify the roster or try something fresh like the All new All Different Avengers did.  But with  the disaster that was Secret Empire,and the abrupt end of the promising Marvel Legacy and its replacment with the utter trash that was “Fresh Start”  a solid line up of Marvel’s biggest names was probably a smart movie in the long run.    The series utterly outshines the previous “No Surrender” Arc  with a focus on the Celestials, the proto-avengers under a much younger Odin(and a red Sonja looking Phoenix force)  and Loki the series ropes you in and doesn’t let you go .   

9 out of 10,  A good jumping on place for new fans and old,  definitely recommend starting before the series hits double digits.

X-Men:Red   

I’m going to  be honest, except for Cable and Laura I never really got into  X-Men,   X-Men Gold failed to  catch my eye, and apart from Teen Jean Grey, X-Men Blue never caught my eye. 

X-Men Red not only caught my eye, like the current Avengers it ropes you in doesn't let you go.  Each issue  is like a good dom in  BDSM, keeping you bound and leaving you begging for more.   X-Men:Red captures the spirit of what makes the X-Men so popular, keeping its focus on the classic “Fighting for a world that hates and fears them.”   With a solid and diverse line up of classic character like Jean Grey Gambit and Nightcrawler, alongside newer faces like the amazing Trinary I highly recommend this book and I pray to  God it is not canceled when the Uncanny X-Men relaunches in November. My only complaint is that we did not see Jean interacting with Cable in the Annual issue especially since we saw her meet up with Rachel.  In the light of Cable’s untimely, poorly thought out death in the ongoing Extermination, this really stings. 

100/10   Especially if you’ve been wanting to see Jean go all out with out having to  worry about the Phoenix, or if you still miss Laura as Wolverine, in addition Nightcrawler has grown a beard and it looks pretty cool.

X-23

The current X-23 series was facing an uphill battle the second it was announced.  coming off the heels of the incredibly popular All-New Wolverine,   With Laura being forced back into  a sexualized outfit  and  acodenmae that she utterly refused to use in ANW and the embarrassing unprofessionalism of Mike Choi in his response to  constructive criticism regarding the series- lets just say at best I were expecting a solid, but average series that ignored Laura’s character development and at worst expecting utter garbage-that made the worst Percy Jackson fan fiction I’ve read look like Hemingway.

Needless to say, i was not expecting the first issue to be so good.   While Laura’s outift could be much better and Daken’s absences is sorely felt, X-23 is off to  a surprisingly good start,  witha solid footing layed down by the first arc, i’m pretty excited for what happens next

9 out of 10 Like the current Avengers run, I highly recommend this as a jumping on point for new fans of Laura.   While i doubt it will outshine the original run of Laura’s series under her creators, or All New Wolverine, its off to  a surprisingly good start. 

Ms.Marvel   

Ms. Marvel holds a special place in my heart because  it and Captain America: Sam Wilson were the first two series that got me back into  Marvel.   With the current arc involving the Shocker finished up,  Ms.Marvel has kept chugging for some 35 issues with no decline.  Truth be told the only thing I could say I want for this  series  is Kamala teaming up with Laura or Hope Summers for an issue.

Embiggin/10  This is one of Marvel’s best series and has managed to avoid  cancellation or shitty character arcs.  In fact this series has been going since 2014 and with no signs of slowing down.   Highly recommend, but catching up could be daunting for newer fans.