#we done!

[septicwriters]

Alright! LETS GO!

Break on through to the other side!!! Part 2

The fast air on their wah down defeated them as they got their barrings. Anti went for Alastors throat as the offending demon sent out his electrocuted tentacles to pierce through the glitch. Eventually, they landed on a roof close to the hotel.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Ant-I, it's been a long while since anyone has challenged me, you better not disapoint!" Alastor warned, cracking hid neck. Antk growled, his eyes changing to black with light green balls dangling within. He held his knife tightly as Alastor stood there.

"Shall we begin?" Alastor slammed his mircophone down on the floor, and his tentacles rose, his horns growing fully. Anti stepped forward slightly and pushed off. Anti moved faster than the human eye could perceive, but still, Alastor caught him.

His microphones' beam slid against Anti's knife, making the glitch growl. Alastor parried and Antk jumped, hovering g above the world in order to kick the Radio Demon only to have his ankle be caught amd wrapped in a tentacle. They they faced a confusing moment when they electric currents canceled eachother out, leaving them both without electricity.

"Well! This is awkward." Alastor commented without his microphones backdrop. Anti grunted and slammed his knife on the tentacle, cutting it off and watching the rest of the tendril cower back. Immediately, they both exploded in power. Alastor laughed as he twirled his microphone.

"I must say, this is the most interesting fight I've ever had!"

"Y͠ou͡ ͟t͜a͟lk͢ to̴o͜ ̨m͜u͟c̷h̷!" Alastor saw his chance and sent out wave after wave of tendrils as Antk charged him. Anti dodged swiftly, swaying to and fro away from the offending limbs. He grunted as one grazed his cheek, a splatter of blood spreading alm over the tentacle and down his face made Alastor smirk.

"You sure are fast, Mr. Septic, but not fast enough." Anti regained his footing, preparing to produce another sprint when it happened. As if the small taste of his blood began a neverending hunger, because once he took a breath, three of the tentacles pierced directly through him. Anti was frozen, trembling as Alastors tentacles did as they pleased. Alastor smiled as they withdrew, pooling two large piles of blood on the floor and to join them, Anti fell to the ground, shaking.

"I'm sure it was an honor for you, Mr. Ant-I, but this is where we part ways." Alastor turned away, preparing to head back to the Hotel. The wind blew and Alastor stopped, he turned back around and found and empty roof, it was just him Alastor hummed, looking around.

"You are indeed an interesting character." Alastor mumbled, investigating everywhere for the missing glitch. The Radko Demon obviously had some questions arising, 1) was how could he move? Alastor's tendrils struck vital parts of his body, he should be immobile, slowly to bleed out and die. Sadly, for not. His next question was how does a powerful demon just disappear? It was if he was never there. Worrying, but interesting.

Just as Alastor was weighing the pros and cons to just exploding the next 7-mile radius, he expirenced something he hasn't in a long time. Overwhelming, blinding pain erupting from his shoulder, causing him to almost hit the floor. Whoever attacked him, kept himstanding, moving close to his ear.

"Wh̵o̷s̷e̴ n͜ot fa̶s̛t̸ e̶nough̡?" Alastor was frozen for a second. How did he do that? With his uninjured arm, he swung his microphone in an attempt to strike Anti. He failed as he jumped over Alastor. As Anti turned to face him, Alastor saw his eyes, red the center of Anti's glowing green irises were red, that couldn't be a good sign.

"Well, color me impressed, my dear boy. You've surprised me, but how won't do it again." Anti glitched his knife out of Alastors shoulder and eyed the blood dripping from the tip of his knife. He watched it, and chuckled, his chuckle turned into a giggle, and then his giggle turned into an all out cackle. Alastor saw the moment of weakness and shot out three more tendrils. Only for them to stop half way through their movement. Anti continued to cackle, tipping Alastor off that he did something.

"What is the cause of this?" Anti stopped his rib-bruising laugh to smirk. Anti squeezed his hand into a tight first and the tendrils exploded into a black mist that powdered the ground. Swallowing, Alastor studied the glitches hand, and found red strings. It was one thing after another with this guy.

"Fine. Now we're serious." Alastor declared and rose to his proper, overwhelming size. Anti watched with trembling suspense, a morbid curiosity overtaking him.

"Ooh! This is getting good!" Angel commented, accepting the third bucket of popcorn from Husk as they watched Alaator grow. Charlie though, wasn't so excited. He jaw hurt from getting his teeth, a chore she could no longer handle. She walked in front of the window.

"We habe to stop them! They'll destroy themselves, plus half the city! Come on, we have to-"

"Fuck!" They all jumped and turned around to see a man, and ad he stood, the notified his cat mask and cape. He dusted himself off and sneered at the portal residing on the ceiling before looking at the small crowd.

"Uh, sorry to interrupt but, have you see a man? About yay-high, sometimes pale, sometimes green, sometimes red, green hair, crazy eyes?" They all nodded and pointed towards the the window. Marvin gave a nod of thanks and went to peak put the shattered window. Only to almost fall out of it.

"Are you fucking kidding me! What the hell is this dumbass doing?" They all continued to stare at him quizzically.

"Um, challenging the Radio Demon?" Marvin turned to Charlie with a blank face.

"The who?"

Anti stared up at Alastor, any semblance of the Radio Demons original body was gone. He had a full rack upon his head as several tentacles slithered around him, his claws a menacing detail that made the blood in Anti's veins charge up with electricity.

"You will not only be a mere battle, you will be a nutritious meal for me!" Anti grew a large crazed smile as he looked up at him. Anti gotched away from sight, only to appear hovering on top of Alastors uninjured shoulder.

"You've made a mistake!" Anti gasped as he got entirely entrapped with a tight tendril.

"I'm going to watch you die!" Antj was quickly being squeezed to death, his old injuries bleeding anew, seeping through the tendrils coiled cracks. As a last defense, Anti bit into it and tore out a huge chunk. Alastor flinched and Anti's strings appeared as a chain around Alastor's neck, causing him to release the glitch.

"How dare you chain me!" With a back handed slap, Anti rocketed down into a building like a speeding bullet. The strings, vanishing.

"Right, so bottom line is, like an idiot, my brother challenged one of the strongest demons this world can conjure, correct?" They all nodded at Marvin's assumption.

"Sounds about right." Vaggie shrugged and Marvin groaned, barely able to think over the loud sounds of death and destruction just outside. The magician started to pace, ignoring Fat Nugget attempting to eat his cape.

"Alright. I think I have an idea of how to stop them fighting, but it's gonna be close." Charlie gave a soft smile.

"Whatever plan you've come up with, we'll do our best to help." Marvin smiled back and sighed.

"Okay, so, we need to get Anti through that portal. Obviously, we can't bring them through here, so I'm gonna move it. After that the portal will be, uh, a bit unstable so we get one shot. Everyone got that. Question, comments, concerns?" Theh all remained silent and Marvjn gave a half-assed smile.

"Great. Let's go wing it." Marvin sighed, already feeling the migraine conjunction g on.

Alastor stomped around, looking for the small cretin that dared to draw his blood. He bad been gone for a good few minutes, be wasn't dead. Alastor knew that much. The Radio Demon growled in frustation.

"Where are you?" He mumbled. Currently, Anti was watching from the shadows. Alastor's size may have quite a lit of advantages, but it matched in weaknesses. Any semblance of clear thought was gone for the glitches brain. He was nothing but a crazed, killing machine right now, and it was narrowing in on the kill. He took his chance.

Anti appeared right behind Alastor, keeping quiet. He found a tendril and gripped it. Flying fast to wrap it around the beast. Pulling it tight. Alastor roared amd minupulated his tendril to do the same towards Anti, gripping his throat tightly.

"Goodbye, Ant-I!"

"Hey! Alastor! Uh, down here!" Alastor stopped, continuing to hold Anti. Looking down, he saw Angel on the roof.

"Uh, are you gonna be done soon? 'Cause, I think you have trouble." Angel turned his phone all the way up and showed it to the Radio Demon. It was Vox.

"Seems a certain Hazben has lost his touch! Alastor has been fighting a nobody for a solid 30 minutes! Someone's certainly slowed down in their old age! More after these messages!" As Alastor was distracted, the others got to work.

Marvin bit his lip, trying to hold the portal steady as Charlie and Vaggie tried to pry Anti free. Anti wasn't even aware of their presence, struggling, thrashing, growling. Vaggie groaned amd plunged her spear through Alastors tentacle. Alastor screamed, and dropped Anti. That's when Husk came in, he swooped in and grabbed the glitch mid-fall, tossing him through the portal, that's when it closed with Anti and Marvin behind it. Meanwhile, Nifty was distracted, trying to clean the blood off Anti amd Alastors roof. Failing, but trying.

Once everyone calmed down, Alastor asked for some... alone time. What was he doing? No one was brave enough to ask. Let's just say Vox wouldn't be on TV for a while. Regardless, everyone took a well deserved break. Angel sighed, sipping his spiked tead.

"Well, that was a disaster, fun though." Vaggie scoffed, still shaking from stabbing Alastor.

"Speak for yourself! I'm going to be fearing for my life for the rest of my life!" Charlie gave a soft smile and brought Vaggie in for a hug.

"Who were those guys?" Husk wondered aloud, no one had answers and Angel shrugged.

"Eh, who cares? It's over and done with, they're out of our lives, let's move on. Let's go celebrate the fact we lived, I'm buying." Charlie smiled.

"That's a good idea, Angel. Have anywhere in mind?" Angel smirked.

"I might have a few ideas."

"You tucking fumbass! You go into another universe and your first thought was to fight a Demon Overlord!" Anti ignored Marbin, washing down execerdin with vodka. Schneep grumbled under his breath in German as he healed some of the demons injuries.

"What's next? The actually devil himself? You goddamn moron!" Anti sipped some more vodka qmd scoffed their battle was left unfinished, he would meet Alastor again, amd when he did, that radio bitch was dead. And that, was a promise.

Woop! We done! Finally! This was an adventure. I've written the egos to almost a masterful degree but I think I'm doing well with the Helluva verse crew. Alastor is super fun to write. Please enjoy, and send some thoughts!

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[noodles-07]

to be fair to Cain if nobody had ever died before and I didn't know it was possible I would probably also hit my brother over the head with a rock if he was being really annoying

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

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[cyarsk52-20]

When the black women said " nope, we are done" I felt that in my soul and I'm standing with them. Staying my black ass out of this. like we black women had a meeting and we were like fuck marching! We’re fucking done and I was like yass let those white hews suffer because black folks are what? OUT!!!!

[sidras-tak]

Accessibility takes too goddamn fucking long.

My brother was paralyzed in October 2023. We got him home from the hospital (in Texas, when we live in Iowa) in a clunky old hospital chair. He hated it. He was scared and angry and in pain and his life had just changed forever and he couldn’t do anything for himself in that wheelchair. His first goal (aside from learning how to transfer) was to get a wheelchair. My family was lucky enough to afford one so we thought it would be easy enough. Nope.

We couldn’t buy him a wheelchair. He needed a prescription. For a wheelchair. A doctor had to examine him and declare him in need of a wheelchair. It wasn’t good enough that he had scans and tests showing tumors cutting off his spinal cord. He needed his primary care doctor to examine him during a physical and write a prescription. He was making 2-4 transfers a day, tops. He had no energy to get to a doctor. Home health was in and out every day. He had no time to get to a doctor. He didn’t get a prescription for almost a month. Then it had to go through insurance.

We asked if we could skip insurance and just buy a wheelchair for him. Nope. They wouldn’t sell us one, not even at full sticker price. It needed to be approved by Medicare. We ordered a wheelchair, a nice one, a good shade of green, sporty, small. It would let him move around the house. He would be able to cook, to reach drawers and get stuff from the fridge and brush his teeth and put his contacts in at a sink. We were told it would take awhile, maybe two months. Silently we all hoped he would be around to see two more months.

He went on hospice care on a Saturday in March. On Monday, I was calling his friends to come see him before he died. I got a call on his phone. It was the wheelchair company. They were about to order his wheelchair, she said, but there was an issue with insurance— had he stopped being covered by Medicare? Well, yes. When he started hospice care, he got kicked off Medicare. The very nice woman I talked to told me to call her if he resumed Medicare coverage so she could order his wheelchair. He died less than 12 hours later.

We ordered that chair for him in early December. Medicare didn’t approve the order until March. He was dead before they got around to it. He wanted that fucking wheelchair so badly. The only reason he had any semblance of independence and any quality of life for the last five months of his life was because the wheelchair company lent him an old beater chair, a very used model of the chair he ordered. If I could go back and change one thing about his end-of-life, I would get him his dream wheelchair. He told me again and again he couldn’t wait to get it, so that he could feel like a person again. He made the best of what he had with that old beater chair, but it still makes me mad to this day. He was paralyzed. He needed a chair that afforded him dignity. We had the money for it. And yet, we were left waiting for five months, for a chair that wouldn’t even get ordered until the day he died.

[oh-snapperss]

they'll fund a genocide and let their poor regions be destroyed. don't fucking forgive them for that.

my hometown is completely gone from what pictures i can find of it, i have not heard from my family (including aunts, uncles, parents, one sibling, and a grandparent), and the infrastructure in the mountain communities is wiped out. i cannot stress how catastrophic this is, or how difficult it will be for these communities to build back. i am angry, and scared, and heartbroken by everything that's happened.

and our government is spending it's money to fund a genocide.

free palestine, and don't be complicit. realize that this is not something happening that doesn't affect you--although it shouldn't take this to care about the deaths of thousands of people anyway.

[v0idwraith]

quite frankly idgaf what Luigi Mangione’s politics are, he actually did something to make a change and that’s more than most people can say

[therealraewest]

Laios cuts the tags outta his clothes like an autistic king confirmed

[bixels]

The final TF2 issue really got to me. Spoilers, but it’s the reveal that all of this suffering and murder and war over gravel and shitty land was for nothing but senseless, bottomless hatred. That the administrator can’t even remember where this revenge plot started as she flashes through different false memories of her parents’ deaths. There was never a tragic backstory or justification, only terrible people doing despicable things. And despite how crass and stupid and unserious TF2 is, the story subverts every expectation by showing the survivors and inheritors willingly breaking the cycle. Ms. Pauling lies to the administrator and chooses not to save her, and finally lets her die. (Hurts even more if you read into the subtext that Ms. Pauling is in love with the administrator.) She lets the final cache of Australium go and walks away from the burden and legacy of a century-old bloodfeud. Hale lets Gray’s daughter go and live her life freely. Spy is the first to arrive at Scout’s house and meet his big family, finally takes off his mask, and helps with the kids. Even Merasmus exhaustedly makes peace with himself and Soldier and chooses not to curse him or something. There’s nothing to finish, no promises to keep, and no one to avenge. The only thing to do is break the cycle and walk away.

It feels odd how happy and warm everything is, but it feels so right and earned. These bloodthirsty, awful, violent men were expendable cogs in a machine of endless violence, and they found a way out. It’s a genuinely great message about letting go the past that burdens you and finding the will and a way to hit the bricks, change, and be happy. Maybe they don’t technically deserve happiness, but they’ve got it nonetheless, and they’re not gonna let it go to waste. They’re still all crazy and violent, but on their own terms now and with people who love them! Smiles.

[jaybee2000]

I must not watch election coverage. Election coverage is the mind-killer. Election coverage is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will cast my vote. I will permit the result to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the election coverage has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

[northernfireart]

read the whole story> here by @clarionglass :)

[apollos-olives]

okay so a ceasefire will happen soon, inshallah, but i just know the second it does, most of y'all will pack it up and go home. the world has proven time and time again that the second the violence "stops", then everyone forgets about us and then we just go back to suffering under the israeli occupation. you guys need to promise us, promise every single palestinian child in the world right now, that you will not stop fighting. that you will continue boycotting, you will continue protesting, you will continue disrupting the world until palestine is free. and then we'll do it again. and again and again and again and again. for sudan, for the congo, for everyone who is suffering right now.

you guys cant keep leaving us and forgetting about us once you've done "your part". it always happens, and we always go back to suffering. you need to stand with us until palestine is completely free. until we have our land back, until we can rebuild our homes, until we can drink clean water and breathe clean air, until our children grow up never having to face a horror like the nakba ever again. you need to stay fighting until we are all free forever.

[waywardstation]

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[embraceyourdestiny]

to any americans who feel "paralyzed" and "dont know what to do" to help with gaza:

reading a fucking book. i beg of you.

in a time of knowledge suppression is it your duty to arm yourself with knowledge.

read about americas occupations in the middle east.

read about 9/11 from outside of america and see how they inflicted senseless harm and violence to countless amounts of people and have been suppressing your rights for the past 2 fucking decades.

read about any of the countless wars from the past 30 years. especially from a civilian's. and the victims and survivors' perspective. listen to the horror stories and do not plug your fucking ears as to what your country is doing.

and read about fucking gaza and palestine and keep up with what is happening no matter how "sad" or "uncountable" you might get.

dont look away from this.

you dont have the right to be comfortable during countless active genocides.

if you're knowledgeable, you're powerful, and our current state doesnt fucking want that.

you have the power to change things if you open your eyes and scream to the world.

wake the fuck up.

Edit: please check the reblogs there are readings and ways to help

[slavhew]

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