#when did it get so bland in this hood

[pleasantviewrainfall111]

Please do.

Especially when you're tired of...normcore it's called, I guess.

I don't know why, but so many well-known cc creators make essentially the same stuff in different colours or different poly counts and you just end up with essentially the same (long, slightly wavy) hairstyle 89 times - one by dogsill, one by greenllamas, one by AH00B, one by...

Follow lesser known creators/cc makers, they are wonderful.

[lovifie]

Hi this is my first ever request lol, so I uh was wondering if you could write a soap x reader little red riding hood. It could be some cute fluff or I guess even smutty depending on how you'd want to depict it. Sorry if it's a rather blank request, I'm very bland when it comes to writing and such (>_<)

Hi love! Thank you so much for the request, I hope I met your expectations 🩷

It did turn really smutty though, so I hope you don't mind 🩷

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W: Werewolf!Soap x Little Red Riding Hood!Reader (inspired at least), smut, defined breeding kink must it's mostly a werewolf thing, biting, mentions of pregnancy (is the breeding kink warm up, you know), knoting.

You were used to being the one taking your grandma her food, making sure she still ate the produce she couldn't acquire in her house deep into the forest.

So every other week, you would do your little journey. It didn't take long, you'll get to her house before lunch time and you chose to stay the day with her before making your way back.

You already knew the path like the back of your hand, always on time and never getting lost.

There is also Johnny, a friendly neighbour who on many occasions chooses to walk along with you. The chat is nice, makes the walk more entertaining even when you go the different route that Johnny showed you; just because it is longer and that way you can talk for longer.

You obviously didn't trust him at first, a grown man in the middle of the forest sounds terrifying on its own. And you need to add to that the fact that Johnny is built like a brick house.

“I could have you for dinner.” He joked once when you asked him what did he ate to be so big. A silly joke.

The fear of the big man following you in the forest, quickly turned into the big man walking with you. And the little fear you had of the wild dissipated the closer he walked with you.

Especially, when during the spring rumours started flying around about a massive wolf living in the forest. Apparently a huge striped dog has been seen walking on the forest line for a couple of weeks now, always looking into the town but never quite entering.

The dog, big enough to be the size of a grown man on his hinged legs, eyes that reflect the light of the fire and teeth to rip the flesh off the bone.

Your grandma moved out of her house, moving inside town to be away from the animal. Still, you couldn't sleep at night knowing Johnny was out there.

With your grandma living in your house, you didn't have an excuse to walk in the forest. But still, on a freezing morning in the middle of spring you found yourself walking inside the forest wishing you could come across Johnny quickly and be back home.

What you come across instead, is a growling behind you. So deep you feel it shaking your bones before you can see it. You only need to see the outline of the monster before you are sprinting for your life, it is a stupid decision and you know it. It immediately triggers the beast to follow you.

The path to your grandma's house has never been so long and you don't even make half way through before you fall, tripping on your own feet. You turn around, looking for the dog which seems to have evaporated into thin air.

A warm hand on your back makes you jump, turning around and coming face to face with Johnny, a pained expression on his face. You jump into his arms, a groan into your ear as he hugs you back, a bit too hard.

You peel back when he cups your face. “You shouldn't be here, bonnie.” He says, looking in pain, making every alarm bell ring on your head.

You pat his body, looking for any injury and hearing him groan whenever your hand touches his body. “Are you in pain? Did it attack you? Are you fine?” You ask frantically.

“Lass!” He grunts, making you look into his eyes, dark when you lay your eyes on his. “You need to get back! Get away from me!”

“But why?” You ask, hurt with the rejection. “I came here just for you, Johnny…”

He groans, looking away from your face as he licks his lips. He sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “You need to go back because every part of my body is screaming at me to eat you whole, bonnie.”

“You can.” It comes out before you can register it, you are not a stranger to your own feelings for the man in front of you. The weekly walks, your hand on his arm, his hand on your back, the soft pecks on your cheek when saying goodbye. It quickly had you getting home warm on the face and your tummy.

The man groans again, closing his eyes, as if your words hurt him. “You don't know what you are saying-”

“I do! I do know!” You argue, cutting him off and sitting up closer to him but his arms pull you back. He looks down on you, searching for any doubt in your face. Anything that could silence the hungry voice in his brain, but when the only thing he can find is the same hunger in yours he laps forward, crushing his lips on yours.

He is not gentle by any means, his wide hands roam your body pulling you closer, grabbing your body, winking his nails into your flush meat, biting your lips, growling on your mouth. His hands scrunch up your dress, ripping the bloomers under it making you gasp at the feeling of the cold air on your core.

“I can fucking smell you, bonnie. And it's driving me mad. You have been driving me mad for months.” He grunts against your mouth, grabbing your hips to sit you on top of his.

You whine at his words. “I want to feel you, Johnny. I want to feel you here.” You say, grabbing one of his hands to place it on top of your crying cunt.

Johnny takes a deep breath, regulating himself, before he sinks two of his fingers inside of you; the stretch making you mewl against Johnny's neck, moaning softly as he starts to move his wrist.

You can feel him grind his hips against your, the material of his trousers rubbing against your exposed clit making you whine and he quickly shushes you kissing your temple as his fingers open you up for him.

“I can't wait to sink into you, my sweet bonnie.” He groans at you, making you clench at the sound.

He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, closing his eyes as he hums at the taste. His pupils impossibly wide when he opens them again, the blue on his eyes barely visible.

He helps you onto your hand and knees, standing behind you as he licks your neck from behind, his tip probing at your entrance. You don't have a chance to peek at his shaft, so you don't expect the wide stretch that just simply seems to never end.

Never in your life has you felt this full, the stretch of his fingers far from enough and it has you falling face first with his hands on your hips.

He grunts when he bottoms out inside of you, bending down to lick the tears on your cheeks. “Shh, bonnie lass. You are taking me so well, I could live right here. So tight, so warm, so wet “ he moans, pulling his hips slightly back making you whine as you clench down making him grunt.

It's too much, it is reaching places you were not aware existed; his wide hands on your hips keeping you in place, it has your brain mushy barely able to put your hands under your face to prevent yourself from eating dirt.

His thrust starts to get deeper, slowly pulling out until only his tip is inside just to push in again just as deliciously slow as the first one. It is torturous how slow he fills you up, the empty feeling when he pulls back making you whine and move your hips back.

He pulls himself back, not wanting to give in to his instincts just yet, needing to know you are ready. The way your cunts sucks him in whenever he pulls back making him grunt; he hears you moan his name, asking for more, and that is everything he needs to hear.

He bends down, hugging your middle as he shoves his face on your neck, keeping you in place to be able to piston his dick in and out of your weeping cunt as fast as his hips allow him.

It pulls the breath out of your lungs, only able to moan loud like a whore as the man on your back fucks you like a bitch in heat.

His arms are tight around your body, his grunts and groans loud on your ear and when his hand moves lower, right over your clit rubbing it, is like pushing the button to have you coming undone.

You cry out his name, eyes rolling back as you do, your cunt pulsing around his cock making him fuck you faster.

You don't have time to come back down, not stopping pleasure waving over you. Filth being talked into your brain. “I'm gonna fuck you full of my pups, love. Gonna keep you forever, full of me, love. Gonna make you a mama, round and plush.” He groans, his brain empty of any sense and only listening to his instincts of breeding, the spring making him completely lose his ability to think clearly.

Another round of stretch has you whining softly, you are already to the brim what is it now? You cry at the feeling, Johnny mouth opening over the junction of your neck and shoulder.

His thrust became sloppy, more shallow as if he couldn't move as freely. He bites down hard on your shoulder, making you whine at the pain but the way you clench down on his length as he grunting as he comes inside of you, his hips flush with yours.

You moan at the feeling, warmth feeling every bit of your inside. But after a while you try to pull, wanting to lay down. Just for a stinging sensation to make you cry and Johnny to grab your hips to prevent you from moving.

“Let's stay like this for a little, bonnie. We stuck.” He groans, as if it makes perfect sense.

“What?” You ask confused.

“Shh, I'll explain it to you later, love.” He says, licking your neck like a dog and caressing your body.

And you want to argue, to understand what he means, to understand what is inside of you opening you so widely, to understand why he was talking about pups, to understand why he bite your shoulder so hard, to understand why the wolf following you suddenly disappeared when he appeared, to understand why he told you to go away, to understand how he found you so easily.

But your eyelids start to weigh tons when Johnny hums behind you, kissing your neck. Plus, the spring is barely starting and Johnny's den is close by. He'll explain later, when his brain stops screaming at him to keep breeding you.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 13

Jason Todd + Masks or Helmets

Hi guys, hows everyone doing lately? Im tired, but what else is new. Such is the waters of life, or whatever they say. I have no idea where I was going with this, enjoy. Kind of goes hand in hand with the Jason prompt from last year, which you can read here. This is more focused on their relationship, so it might be a little bland.

2024 kinktober masterlist.

What you and Hood shared didn’t have a name. you weren’t officially dating or anything, but you only messed around with each other, if that made sense. He got you stuff in leather, and let you fondle his body, when and when he wasn’t wearing that latex bodysuit. It got you both going, and helped keep the edge off when things got annoying. Plus, he was hot as hell, even if you had never seen his face.

Him wearing his helmet always seemed to add a bit of an edge to what you two did, especially when your hands followed the shiny surface of the black latex suit he wore, only to see it follow up under the helmet. There was a small seam just below his head, before the helmet started, but that was all. It left you almost dizzy just thinking about it, wondering what was beneath it all.

Of course, you didn’t get to see beneath it for a long time, even when Hood got wacked hard enough in the head that he could barely stand on is own two feet, and you had to drag him to Leslie’s. Leslie was used to seeing you, both of you. You liked to fight, and Hood just always ended up fighting whether he wants too or not. All the leather you wore was pretty damn recognizable too, making you a memorable sight.

At least, it would have made you memorable, if this wasn’t Gotham. Most folk were too busy trying to survive this shithole to worry about what anyone wore, only checking if it was the uniform of some rogue or gang, before going on their way. The red streaks to your outfits were enough to let people know you were one of Hoods, and that’s all they needed to know.

You knew Joker had gotten out some days before, and that he had finally been picked up by the bats again, after causing more death than that clown should be allowed too. You hadn’t even needed to check the news or anything, since Hoods pacing and ranting was enough to tell you that the clown was out again. If it were up to you, then Joke would have been dead a long time ago, would do a lot of good in your opinion.

It got to a point where you felt like Hood was gonna burst a blood vessel, so you had to resort to the good ol, rub his torso and try and calm him down. He was wearing the same latex as always, his angry breathing loud enough for his helmet to pick it up. Hood sounded like some kind of angry dragon about to breath fire all over you, or maybe that was just you making things up.

The helmet was blank, the white eyes doing nothing but staring at you with no feeling or tell of what was going through his head. You had learned some of his tells over all the time, at least what Hood allowed you to see of him. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to know when he was angry, stressed, sad, or whatever else he might feel that could hinder him as a leader.

Him leaning his head back to flash his latex covered throat was a bit new though, his shoulders slumping as he exhaled loudly, clearly debating on something inside his head. Hood had a lot of thoughts, a lot of it that he never shared with any of you and kept to himself. That was just how Hood was, he had at least gotten better at sharing when something could involve you guys, sometimes.

You almost wanted to pull your hands off his torso where they had been rubbing his stomach through the shiny material, when he reached up to grab his helmet. It felt illegal to see what was beneath it, your hands tensing up with the instinctual want to cover your eyes. Seeing Hoods face felt so wrong, like something you should never be allowed to do.

It left you a bit stumped as the helmet came off, only to reveal… another mask. Or rather, another hood. You didn’t know too much about the whole, gimp culture, at least you thought it was one of those masks. Except it had some kind of mesh material covering his eyes and mouth, still leaving his eyes a mystery to you.

You were speechless, and you were rarely speechless. Hood barely looked like himself as he shucked his jacket and shirt off, herding you backwards until you were sitting in his chair, in his office. Having someone as large as Hood kneeling between your knees was still new and uncomfortable in its own way, but also nice, good.

He clearly didn’t want this to go anywhere, as he avoided rubbing against the obvious hardness sticking to your thigh through the tight material of your leather pants. Instead, Hood just pressed his forehead against your knee and sighed loudly, rubbing his head from side to side, like he just needed something.

With slight hesitation, you finally just decided to say fuck it. There was a guy in the sewers who looked like a crocodile, a chick who controlled plants, and you were pretty sure there was a bird cult in the city. So, who where you to judge that your boss, who’d clearly shown you that he was into this whole thing, was into this whole thing.

With a soft exhale you just place one of your leather gloved hands on the back of his sleek head, moving it in slow motions back and forth. Rubbing from the back of his head, down between his shoulders, and back up again. It felt almost like scrubbing the hood of a car, not that you legally owned one. But you’d painted and waxed enough cars for the motions to be familiar.

You felt kinda bad comparing your Boss to a car getting waxed, but what he wore left him shiny like one, so you couldn’t really help it. Hood clearly wasn’t gonna get all soft and pliable like you’d seen in videos online, not in some place as dangerous as his office. The only place that was good enough for that was his safehouses, you hoped. The guy needed some time to just turn off his brain and do what he liked, but realistically no place was ever safe enough for that in Gotham.

Sitting here rubbing your crime bosses hooded head wasn’t ever on your plans for the future. But it was nice in a way, if you didn’t think too much about it. There was a familiar throb between your thighs that told you that your body definitely liked it, you just had to turn the thought in your head for a bit, maybe even do some research on whatever it was Hood was into.

Latex, full head covering, and masks wasn’t really your thing, but if Hood was into it enough, then yeah, you’d learn about it. He had always been a nice guy, in the way crime bosses could be nice, and you had this whole, strange relationship going on, which made it worth learning about.

Maybe next time, when he wasn’t this worked up, Hood could actually tell you about it. For now, though, you just sat there and comforted him, in that strange way he seemed to need. But everything in Gotham was weird, so maybe this wasn’t as strange as it felt. Not weird, maybe you should just call it new instead. It was new, and you were happy to explore it with Hood, if he allowed it.

[ofc-vi-writes-too]

so all ive been able to think about is gotham for the past several days, and more specifically how gothamite culture has to be SO drastically different and jarring to literally anywhere else in the world. Like even other super cities like metropolis, or central city, or wherever else are at least KINDA normal. Like yea u have superman or wonderwoman or the flash but they dont really have to deal with the same level of bs as Gotham.

That being said here are a list of things that I think are extremely normal to Gotham, and other things that happen in thay horrible little city:

• the episode of Hot Ones with Brucie Wayne where no one thinks he’ll even be able to stand the 2nd or 3rd wing but he eats all of them with no reaction, and Sean Evans (or the in universe equivalent) just sits there like “wow no one has ever had literally no reaction before this is really crazy, and Bruce Wayne of all people?” Afterwards Bruce has second thoughts and realizes that maybe he should have played up his reaction to the spice a bit more. People Inside of Gotham are a little shocked because everytime he eats in public it is the most boring, bland, flavorless food imaginable. (he handled the spice so well because Batman is ready for all potential threats and forms of torture. Ridiculous levels of spice included)

• Gotham schools offer courses in self defense. In some school districts its actually mandatory, thats usually in old gotham or downtown gotham. In more affluent areas, self defense is still taught in schools, but most kids are sent to some ritzy trainer to make sure they can defend themselves.

• No one even blinks when theres a new vigilante by the time Damian comes around. Theres still a little buzz but by the time Duke shows up, people are like “Oh cool another one. HEY BRO WHATS YOUR NAME.” I saw someone post here about how when the Wayne kids get mad at Bruce, they go to Selina and make public appearances as Stray, Catwomans sidekick. I personally believe that Tim was the first one to do it but Dick does it the most, and gothamites didnt even need to get used to Stray showing up sometimes, nor did people really care that Stray was always wildly different heights, shapes, colors, etc. the additude is kinda like “I have taxes and job security to worry about. If a new vigilante is what were doing then so be it.”

• People tend to think that Gothamites aren’t smart, but that city is home to the Richest, smartest, most creative people alive. They mostly just lack morals. Like Dr. Freeze, Harley Quinn, hell even The Riddler are all insanely intelligent. Half of Gothams Villains have at minimum 2 Doctorates in something or other. Gotham generates a lot of cash as a whole, and small businesses thrive there. They have high employment rates, and most citizens have their associates despite everything happening around them. People who have never been to Gotham before expect to have to talk down to the citizens but Gothamites just kinda roll their eyes at them and carry on about their merriment.

• Gothamites CONSTANTLY says “because I’m Batman” when they don’t want to explain themselves. Kids hear it a lot from parents and they also get “If you don’t go to sleep, Condiment Man i gonna come and cover you in stinky relish.” Because truly what else is condiment man good for.

• Gothamites who work at BatBurger and typically work the night shift are used to visits from Batman, Robin, Red Hood, Cat Woman, Harley Quinn, etc. Sometimes they remember the workers and ask about their family, and how life is, and other things like that. Theres some barely 18 y/o who just graduated high school who worls at Bat Burger, and asked Red Hood to help him impress his gf by saying theyre friends. He like fuck it why not and tells the gf that the kid helped him save an old lady’s cat in a tree and now theyre bffs. She totally believes it. Score.

• I see the Gotham thinks Batman is Bruce Wayne’s boyfriend theories and raise you: Its pretty common knowledge that Bruce Wayne is Batman, just no one has the heart to tell him. Also theyre scared he will quit if anyone brings it up. So from this Gothamites created the joke that BW and batman are dating and when asked about it in an interview, dick grayson is like “……yes! My adoptive father is dating the guy who dressed up like a bat every night…!”

• this cuased and arguement between Bruce and Dick because no! Bruce isnt dating Batman! (stray was seen again that week) HE IS BATMAN! But fuck now the public thinks theyre a couple so now bruce gets asked about it and hes like “haha yes my spooky bat bf is who i love very dearly!” As punishment He makes Dick bring him flowers in the batsuit because “as far as he is concerned, this is his shithead son’s fault.” Thats a direct quote btw. Little does he know this somehow ties back to Tim Drake before they met.

[alemap4]

Of dinosaurs and non dinosaurs

ミ✫A Tsukishima x sad reader✫彡

Tsukishima notices everything. From the way you didn’t speak at all when he picked you up from your house so you two could walk together, to the way you haven’t said a word all day at school. He doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he knows something has happened between now and last night after he dropped you off at home.

He knows your home life isn’t the best, and that sometimes you just get moody, but this feels different. He doesn’t want to worry, he trusts that if something was really wrong you’d come to him, but it’s now lunch time and you haven’t made any move to come to him, instead you lay your head down atop your desk, not even bothering to get out a lunch.

This worries Kei. You’ve never missed a lunch with him, a tradition that started before you two started dating. Even on sick days you’d video call just to “have a lunch date (with third wheel tadashi)” . He knows that no matter how terribly you feel right now, you’ll regret missing lunch. Both for the senamintal and the fact that you haven’t eaten.

“Here” he says, throwing a packaged muffin on your desk, as he pulls up a chair in front of you. It’s your favorite. He specifically buys them just to give them to you, and he’s hoping that one of your favorite snacks will help to cheer you up. “I’m-“you’ve got to eat” he says, interrupting you and peeling your hands away from your face. Now you can see him, even if you don’t want him to see you.

You're okay. There’s nothing really wrong, you just woke up this way. You want to talk to Kei, to fill his world with laughter and be the y/n he fell in love with, but you just can’t bring yourself to. Not today, not right now.

Pulling your, Keis, hoodie over yourself you burrow into it, making sure the hood covers your face. Hoodies are safe, hoodies that smell like tsukki are safer. In a hoodie no one can see you if you cry, in a hoodie you can pretend that your enjoying the muffin you once loved that for some reason taste’s bland today. The muffin like the day, like your emotions, is dull.

“Y/n” Tsukishima says, “you’ve been acting weird all day… is something wrong?”. There’s the million dollar question. Is something wrong? If so, what? Isn’t the problem just what’s going on in your head? If so, how can you just explain that to him? “It’s nothing Kei” you say dismissively. You just want to eat your lunch without thinking, wishing you could just turn your brain off.

You can feel his eyes on you, it’s obvious he doesn’t believe that there’s nothing wrong, but he doesn’t press it anymore. He’s smart. Smart enough to know that you wouldn’t want to get into anything in a crowded room in fear of a potential breakdown, smart enough to know that if you feel too much your subject to just leave the room and not come back, he wants to help you, not scare you off. The next words that come out of his mouth shocks you.

“Did you know that pterodactyls are not dinosaurs? They’re close in families and stuff but pterodactyls are just flying reptiles.” He recites. This is the kind of thing you need right now, dumb dinosaur facts , or well non dinosaur facts, from your reptile loving boyfriend. “Did you know that dinosaurs had really big fleas? The fleas of then being almost ten times bigger than current ones.”

This one brings a laugh and smile out of you. The thought of giant fleas attacking a town Godzilla style finally brings light to your dull day. The sound of your laugh makes Tsukishima crack his own smile, happy that he finally gets to hear the angelic sound of your voice and your blinding smile. He loves you and he’d do anything to see you keep smiling like that, even tell you every possible reptile fact he’s got stored up.

“Did you know that reptiles don’t have external ear openings?” He questions. “Hmm that must make it hard to get ear piercings” you say, “no swag for turtles” you frown. “I think turtles are pretty cool, maybe not swag but cool. I’d be down for owning one” Tsukishima responds. “I guess we can get a turtle one day in the future, though I’d get to name it” you smile.

Your future with Tsukishima, like the day as of now, looks bright. Your mental health hasn’t just completely fixed, but as of right now the voices are quieted. You feel better even if it’s just for the end of lunch. Class is doomed to start again in five minutes but for now you have Tsukishima who’d do almost anything to make you smile, fun reptile facts, and a future with a turtle. Maybe things just aren’t that bad, maybe you’ll be able to be happy.

A/n I wrote this while sitting in bed sad lol:/ idk what’s wrong and I kinda wanted to put that into something without getting deeply into what I’m feeling, I’m not good at expressing myself anyways lol, so I did this! I love learning fun facts or hearing lame jokes when I’m sad they always work to cheer me up! I wish tsukki were real :) also I hope you enjoyed! Comment and reblogs are welcomed and appreciated <3

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

???: All My life I'd been told the same thing ...

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Hunter Mouse 1: Out of the way Runt!

Hunter Mouse 2: All you're good for is bait YOu little- Little!

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Little: Their words were harsh, their tongues as sharp as their spears.

Little: But I'd show them.

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Rusted Knight: So you wish to learn to Hunt, Little Mouse? Well, I believe I know just the Place to learn! My own Alma Mater, Beacon Academy!

Little: Well how do I get there?

Rusted Knight: It will be a very long trek for one such as yourself!

Little: I can make it!

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Little: I crossed impossible blockages ...

Little splashes haggardly through a tiny puddle of water caused by a light rain

Little: Outsmarted Brilliant Enemies ...

Little Sprints through the Red Prince's Castle

Little: Faced the greatest of foes ...

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CC: Where are you going Little Hunter Mouse?

Little: To be the best I can Be!

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Little: But even when I made it to the Academy ...

Little avoids the tromping boots of humans around them

Little: I found I needed Help. So I went searching ...

Little sprints through the Vale Streets, searching for someone with a weapon like at the academy.

Little: And Searching ...

Little scurries into a quiet, but smelly and populated place.

Little: And searching.

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Qrow: Yeah, Poor Rube's is ... She's uh ... got a lotta heart but she needs to put some more work in ... Could use help.

Little: Hmm ... If only I knew who that was!

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Little: And as luck would have it ... She was searching for me too.

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Ruby: Are- Are you Robbing me?

Roman's Goon: Yeah!

Little: *Grabs Ruby's Hair*

Ruby: *Throws the goon through the Window*

Ruby: Ow- My hair!

Little: Sorry! I just wanted to help!

Ruby: Who-

Roman's other Goons: HEY HERO!

Ruby: *Grabbing CR*Aw Crud! (Whoever you are keep helping me out!)

Little: (I'll Try!)

Ruby: *Shoots a guy into the next one* (nice Shot!)

Little: (Thanks?)

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Little: I'll never forget what happened ...

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*At some point after Ozpin's offer*

Ruby: *Tearing her hood off* (Okay, Who Are you!)

Little: I'm called little! It's nice to really meet you!

Ruby: ... you're a mouse.

Little: A hunter mouse!

Ruby: and you're talking.

Little: Yeah, a lot of other mice here are feral. It's a bit scary!

Ruby: Okay. You know what? Either I'm in a dream I don't wanna wake up from, or this is really happening.

Ruby: Why- What- how did you-

Little: I'm here to be the Greatest Hunter I can be! To help people and not just be ... a Little runt!

Ruby: I ... know that feeling.

Ruby: Hey ... I want to be the greatest Huntress in the World ... And you wanna be the greatest Hunter in the world ... Ozpin only gave me that offer because you helped me fight Torchwick!

Little: Yeah? It was fun!

Ruby: yeah! but neither of us could've done it alone-

Little: So we work together?

Ruby: Yes! *Holding out her finger to shake* Deal?

Little: *Grabbing Ruby's finger* Deal!

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Little: Because it was the Beginning of our journies to be the Greatest there ever was!

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RATASHOOTIE

Coming soon to own on Video and DVD!

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Nora: That's the Pitch! Now, I'm torn between the taglines "A Little hope goes a Long Way," "On a Hair Trigger," and "The Hunt is On!"

Nora: What do you think is Best?

Ruby: ... Nora?

Nora: Yeah?

Ruby: This is-

Jaune: Going to be a masterpiece! As for the tagline- "The Hunt is on" is my favorite! It's a little cheesy, Not as punny as "on a hair trigger" and not as bland as "A Little hope goes a Long Way."

Nora: Thank you JAune! What were you saying Ruby?

Ruby: This is insane! How did you Fund this!

Nora: Weiss.

Ruby: ... *Clicks tongue, nodding* Yeah. Yeah that makes sense. She the Director?

Nora: Her and Whitley are going to be handling the Score.

Ruby: Hmm. Well, Yang would be upset if you didn't go with the Pun ... So I agree with Jaune!

[teecupangel]

For your consideration: mongoose!Desmond. They're small, cute, stealthy, and fully down to throw hands qiwth a lion if need be. Hides in the hood of whichever Assassin he's accompanying at the time and jump out for attack at the most unexpected moment. Alternatively, Altair gets reincarnated in modern time as Desmond's mongoose, and just takes down the whole Abstergo facility when they dare to kidnap Desmond.

It was illegal to keep a mongoose as a pet in the United States.

That was one of the few laws that Desmond knew he was deliberately breaking.

It wasn’t like he had planned to do it from the start.

It had been a strangely freezing morning. Desmond was walking back to his apartment after a grueling 2 hours overtime that he was sure his boss wouldn’t include in his paycheck, citing some shit like “it’s because you’re too damn pretty that those drunks tried to beat each other up for your ass, Derek.” and tell him that it’s only right that he be the one to clean up the mess those two had done after hearing last call.

If he didn’t knew that his boss had the sex drive of a corpse and liked the company of dogs more than people, he would have considered his words as sexual harassment instead of the usual way his boss spoke.

But Desmond knew him long enough and has already made plans to be 2 hours late for his next shift. He’s going to tell his boss that “you don’t need to pay me for my 2 hours overtime since I deducted it from this shift” and his boss wouldn’t have the grounds to dock his pay.

Yes.

It was the ‘perfect’ revenge for his stingy rude boss.

Desmond had just rounded the corner that would lead to the back of his apartment, preferring to enter through the back than the front due to both the stairs being nearer there and also because the back door was less conspicuous.

Years away from the Farm and he still held the paranoia trained into him.

God, he was pathetic.

At that moment, Desmond looked up as he sighed.

And got smacked by some kind of falling fur.

He named the mongoose Altaïr.

To be more exact… the mongoose named himself, using the letter magnets Desmond placed on his small ref. There was only one ‘A’ so the mongoose had to drag the ‘A’ at the start of the name to the empty space between T and I repeatedly. He even went as far as use the ‘:’ magnet to form those two dots above the ‘I’.

Desmond had to look up on his phone how to properly pronounce his name.

Desmond had never had a pet nor did he even know that Altaïr was a mongoose.

He had assumed that Altaïr was some kind of really intelligent pet that someone in his apartment stole from some rich family or something. (No one in this apartment complex would have the money to buy an intelligent pet like Altaïr)

He tried to ask Altaïr who his masters are or if we can remember where he was taken from.

The bland unimpressed look Altaïr gave him made Desmond realize two things:

(1) he was being stupid asking a complicated question to Altaïr regardless of how smart he was and

(2) Altaïr was an asshole

That was fine by Desmond to be perfectly honest.

Altaïr stayed in his apartment and did his own hunting for food. He seemed to only slip inside the small opening on the window that Desmond purposely left for him whenever he wanted to relax or… use Desmond’s computer.

… not that Desmond saw Altaïr use it.

He just had a feeling that Altaïr was using his old wheezing whenever it was turned on laptop that he got for cheap from his bootlegged DVD dealer at the back of the nearest Seven Eleven from his apartment.

Desmond could probably check if Altaïr was truly using it by checking the browser history or something but…

Ignorance was bliss.

Desmond really didn’t want to find out just how scarily smart Altaïr was and suffer the consequences.

So really…

When the power was cut in the Abstergo facility where he was being held, he didn’t immediately think of Altaïr.

Honestly, he had this weird feeling that his ‘roommate’ Altaïr might be his ancestor Altaïr but that was crazy talk.

So he ignored that gut feeling.

Then Vidic got a call from someone who told him that someone had locked down the security room AND all the exits.

Then everything went silent.

He was still strapped in the Animus. He didn’t even know that the Animus had cuffs that could slide around his wrists and ankles (and fucking neck, what the fuck, Vidic) until Vidic pushed something in the Animus itself the moment the blackout happened and Desmond was still groggy from being forcibly kicked out of the Animus.

He heard Lucy whisper that someone was using the emergency sleeping gas and it was spreading throughout the facility.

Desmond was just going “???” because who the fuck added sleeping gas in their goddamn building as an ‘emergency’???

Then…

The laptop on Vidic’s station started making this beeping sound and Vidic walked towards it.

He had a moment to say that someone had taken over their computers (Desmond thought they were having a blackout??? What the ever living fuck was happening???) before the computer exploded and the shards from his monitor hit Vidic on the face and neck.

Desmond wasn’t sure if it was life threatening or not but Lucy was panicking as she rushed towards him.

And Desmond heard the soft sound of something creaking. He looked at where the sound came from and noticed the vent on the floor was now open.

And Altaïr the freakishly intelligent mongoose quietly scampered towards the Animus, looking over Desmond for a moment before scuttling towards the section of the Animus where-

The cuffs keeping Desmond still slid off and Desmond sat up.

They both stared at each other.

And Desmond finally sighed as he admitted, “Okay… you’re no ordinary animal, are you?”

Altaïr gave him the same bland unimpressed expression he had given him all those years ago.

And Desmond realized that it looked exactly how his ancestor would look whenever he heard something stupid from one of the novices.

Well…

Shit.

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Comfort (Gavril)

This will be a series w/ all the Bubo characters (Gavril, Angelo, Nostre, Daniel, Aku, maybe Tooth too) Love it when my brain comes up with ideas when I have several other WIP's to do

I was crying earlier and my brain in the middle of it went, "but what if the Bubo Characters were here."

WARNINGS: EMOTIONAL, CRYING, CUSSING, OVERALL BAD BAD DAY, ANGST IG??? I HAVE NO IDEA THERE WILL BE LOOTS OF FLUFF THO

Gender-Neutral Reader

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You felt like crying, screaming.

Everything was shit, every single hour that went by, every single minute, every single second felt long and torturous. Your body felt heavy, head heavy as it pounded with a throbbing headache against your skull, vision blurry.

Why did today of all days in the year have to be so shitty? You woke up late for work, got coffee all over your work clothes and didn't have a spare, got chewed out by your boss because how you forgot to do something yesterday and how you were "representing" the workplace, didn't eat lunch because you forgot to bring your wallet, and so many other things that made you want to wallow into the ground and forget about everything.

Anger, misery, sadness, irritation, annoyance, depression.

You want to cry so bad, you want to break something. Throw something. Anything.

But the moment you walked through your door, the dams broke. Sliding down to the floor, you cried your heart out, you cried out to no one as the bitter tears spilled down your face, dropping onto the floor. It felt pathetic, on your arms and knees just because nothing went right today, nothing went how was suppose to, crying out everything you had to the shadows around you. Wailing out to only the silence that surrounded you.

But it couldn't be helped, keeping every single thing bottled up over the last few months, constantly filling up the cup. This was eventually bound to happen. It was only a matter of time before the water spilled over the edge.

It felt like hours hunched over on the floor, a puddle of tears forming as your wails soon turned to soft hiccups and quiet sniffling. Your throat hurt from all the wailing, nose filled to the brim with runny snot, vision blurred and puffy from the tears with more coming, your limbs going numb from how long they were on the ground. Yet you didn't want to get up, you didn't have the energy to do so.

You stayed there for a few minutes longer taking several deep breaths, building up your energy, before slowly standing up from that position. Your joints popped as you started moving, relieved to be moving again.

You felt disconnected from the world, everything around you seemed to have been numbed down. You felt bland, empty. Every limb in your body felt heavier than before, mind becoming foggy the longer you stood there staring off into space. Your brain went on autopilot, searching for a place to rest, which was the couch.

The fog felt like a long-awaited hug, a hug that feels like it's enveloping your entire body, a hug without warmth. It's just, there...

Curling up on yourself, you laid there wide awake as not even an ounce of sleep crept into your mind as the hours ticked by, you didn't even bother checking the time. Didn't bother getting up.

It was just so easy to just stay there, not worry about anything else, in the moment. Letting the clouds fog your mind as you let your body relax into the cushions.

After what was probably two hours, you hear the familiar sound of footsteps upstairs, creaking against the old floorboards. You didn't even bother panicking about who it was, you didn't feel ready to come out of the comforting fog yet. The footsteps went down the stairs, right next to the couch, yet you didn't feel an ounce of fear go through you. Heartbeat as calm as it could be, beating against your ribcage in a calming manner. Whoever it was can do what they want, you don't even have a care to give.

"Y/N?" You perked up a bit, eyes glancing up at the person looking over from the stairs. It was Gavril, hood still on as his eerily bright eyes shined through the dark. It still scares you how bright his eyes are in the dark, staring at your form unblinking, intensely. Like a kind of cat of sorts. Maybe a perk from the goo. He quickly descends the rest of the stairs, pulling off his hood to reveal his dark curly hair.

You didn't move, just letting a sigh pass your lips as you stared off again. You should've been more excited that Gavril was here, it's been 3 months since you last saw him in person. But you literally cried everything out hours ago, your brain to exhausted to make a reaction. Gavril approaches closer, to where he's hovering over the couch. He seemed.., concerned about you. His brows were furrowed as he had a slight frown on his face. It doesn't seem like he knows how to act whenever someone is like this. He slowly reached out a hand, brushing some of the hairs out of the way that have fallen over your face in a gentle manner.

For a couple of minutes, that's all he does, over and over. Eventually he sits right next to you on the couch, your head in his lap as he gently combs his fingers through your hair.

It feels nice, to be right against him as his touch left a certain type of warmth in your nerves, filling your mind with a good emotion you can't quite put a name to. Eyes fluttering close, you enjoy the gesture, further relaxing your body into his as he continues the gesture. The events of today slowly melting from your mind as the seconds pass.

When his hand was about to pull away, your own grabbed at his wrist, refusing for the affection to be over so soon. "Not yet.." Your voice is hoarse, from your lack of words in the past hours and from the crying. Gavril hasn't said anything, he doesn't point out how you sound, all he does is cup your face in a comforting manner. Exhaustion hits your body like a train, as your mind slowly fades in and out from consciousness, not processing anything around you as you let yourself go.

"I'll be here in the morning.."

...

How did you end up in your bed?

Groggily, you looked around. Yeah you're definitely in your room. Couldn't tell the time though, it was cloudy outside and made the whole room darker, can't tell if it was early morning or the afternoon. You don't remember making the walk upstairs last night, all you remember was curling up on your couch and..

Gavril.

"Fuck, Gavril!" Quickly getting out of bed, and nearly face-planting into the wall, you scrambled out of the room and downstairs to see if he was still here. To see if he actually stayed.

After finally taking the last step, you hear a soft humming from the living room. Glancing over to your right, and there he was, patiently sitting there with something in hand. A old rubix cube you were meant to solve. His coat was discarded, some rips and tears in it, folded neatly on the couch arm as he kept twisting and turning the cube. Didn't seem like he wanted to figure it out, just needed something to busy his mind and hands. Fucking shit, you missed him so badly..

Coming up right behind the couch, you wrap your arms around him, smushing your face into his hair. Which probably wasn't a good idea since he didn't take a shower but you brushed off his smell, only seeking his touch. You felt him jump a bit beneath you from the surprise embrace, but quickly relax as he realized it was only you, returning the gesture as best as he could.

"Hey dear," He coos, drawing patterns into your arm after placing the cube down, "Good to see you better."

"It's good to see you again."

"Yeah? Did you miss me that much?"

"Obviously I would.."

Your hand came up to his hair, playing with the curly ends of them. He seemed to enjoy it, letting out a small hum. A comfortable silence falls over you two, only the quiet breathing of you and Gavril's filling the air.

"Do you...want to talk about last night?" He sounded hesitant when whispering out the question, he seemed unsure in what he was doing. You found it sweet of him that he wanted to make sure you were okay though.

You mulled over the question in your head, thinking it again and again. Do you want to talk about it? I mean, you cried your heart and soul out last night so it should be fine, right? But there's the chance that might make Gavril uncomfortable. He was asking, but there's the benefit of doubt.

"..Just a bad day was all."

"Mm..." He stays quiet for a few moments, thinking something over, "Who do I have to kill?" He attempts what you think is a joke, but you can't tell whether he is actually serious or just trying to cheer you up in some weird way. Eh, he's your weirdo anyway.

"Don't. I love you Gav, but I swear to God do not kill someone just because they made me sad," Pulling your face out of his hair, you lean down to plant a small kiss on his cheek, "unless I ask you too." A cheeky smile makes its way onto your face, jumping over the couch just to sit right beside him. Looking at his face, it seemed to be flushed, a slight look of embarrassment on his face as a wobbly smile takes place. His adorableness just seems to intensity whenever he's flustered, you don't know why but it just makes you fall harder for him.

"Did you eat anything?"

"I, uhm..no not really?"

"You ate everything in the fridge again, didn't you?" His gaze averted to the side as he lets out a nervous chuckle. Letting out a sigh of slight disappointment, you slump onto him, closing your eyes. "'s fine, I needed an excuse to go shopping anyway.." You can't blame him, to be honest. He must've been starving and food must've been scarce. You're surprised he isn't dead yet, or in jail.

"Is it alright if I come?" Thinking it over in your mind, you think of the pros and cons of him coming along.

"..Sure." He's probably going to tag along either way, no matter which answer you chose. But that's fine, you love your skrunckly little rat man either way.

You just hoped he wouldn't try and steal a wheel of cheese, again.

[xxonceuponafuckxx]

@lives-by-moonlight:

She had been taken on her way back from a party in what she thought was her Uber. And she remembered he was pretty cute, her driver. She almost thought of flirting with him. She had gotten in and when they had a 'flat tire' she thought that it was odd, but stupidly not enough to get off her phone checking social media. Before she knew it, she was in this predicament, harshly tied and helpless with her arms tied tightly behind her and a hood over her head, blinding her completely. And the gag had been something else. Sure she sucked on bigger things when she did her videos, but still there was something about this one. There was something on it, not exactly sweet but not bland either. She shuffled and moaned against her bonds, but nothing seemed to help. And even worse, she felt the strangest sensation in her breasts. It wasn't painful, but it was like they were getting bigger? Her shirt she had been wearing seemed to be so tight against them. She felt him lift her and she whimpered, trying to struggle before being dropped on a bed. She tried to wiggle but soon his hands were on her. As he gripped her tits, she almost screamed in surprise. Were they ever this sensitive? Maybe it was because this had secretly been a certain kind of fantasy she had, and even played out on her videos. But it never actually happened, was it really turning her on this much? She squealed and wiggled, but worse was that she felt the slickness so much it reached her thighs. She moaned into her gag, blind under the hood and helpless to whatever the driver wanted.

He watched her squirm, continuing to grope at her growing chest. Robin sat her up on her bed, pulling her onto her knees. "Such a good girl. You're going to make so much money for me, aren't you?" He used her thumbprint to get into her phone, starting to look through everything. This was exciting, being in her room on her phone with the woman herself bound up for him with no way to know what he was doing. Robin leaned down, sucking on her nipple as his hand toyed with the other.

Once her nipples were hard, he left her sitting there to explore her room. It was fully stocked, something he expected from a woman in her line of work. Robin returned with a box, petting her hooded face lightly. He clamped her nipples, lightly tugging at the chain. Robin grabbed a vibrator from the box, pushing Violet down onto her stomach. Her skirt was flipped up and her panties were pulled down around her knees, leaving her holes on display. He teased her for a bit, slowly sliding the toy inside her. Robin started teasing her asshole with a plug next, slowly working the toy inside her with lube. He was patient, wanting her full and on display for the camera he had on her.

[b-else-writes]

The Great CLAMP Re-Read Part 8: Legend of Chunhyang

Part 1 (RG Veda) | Part 2 (Man of Many Faces) | Part 3 (Tokyo Babylon) | Part 4 (Duklyon) | Part 5 (Clamp Detectives)| Part 6 (Shirahime)| Part 7 (X)| Part 9 (Miyuki-chan)| Part 10 (Rayearth)

The RG Veda historical epic that never was, or better off cancelled? While X is widely cited as CLAMP's first unfinished work, there is actually another 1992 stillborn CLAMP work, before we can finally move onto 1993 in the CLAMP timeline. To be a broken record, I had no idea this existed! It’s unsurprising: only 3 chapters were ever published (plus 1 drama CD), before the magazine folded and CLAMP decided to cancel the project (yeah yeah they said they’d love to finish it. They’re liars).

Unlike many of their other discontinued early works, this one actually got a tankoban release, and Tokyopop did the now out-of-print English translation in a single volume with no extra art. Plus, I was hesitant about approaching a work of Korean folklore written by 4 Japanese women, given the history, and my fears were not unfounded. So I’m content that I put off getting the physical release for my collection. Spoilers (?) ahead.

Synopsis: In Ancient Korea, a brave young maiden called Chunhyang, opposes the injustices of the corrupt governing Yangbans. When her mother, a magic-wielding mudang, is kidnapped by their town's Yangban, Chunhyang is aided by the lecherous Mongryong, the Amhaeng’eosa, a secret government agent. Together, the two set off on adventure that will take them across Korea to liberate towns and discover the truth of Chunhyang's father.

The Story: I wrote all of that out, but the reality is what actually exists of Legend of Chunhyang is two chapters and a flashback. It's very hard to judge a story that hasn't settled in or moved further than the set up for the adventure. What we got is entertaining enough - chapter 1 is the inciting incident where Chunhyang’s mother dies and she teams up with Mongryong, 2 has them liberate a mystical flower village with the help of a rain god and twin mudang, and 3 is a flashback that reveals Chunhyang’s dead father was important and killed for defying the Yangban. It’s very Robin Hood, and moves at a good pace despite being pretty standard YA fantasy. Speaking of, I don’t think CLAMP realises most Korean towns back then would have been agricultural. Why does Chunhyang live in a huge villa doing nothing all day? I want my peasant hero, not a disgruntled pseudo noble.

The skeleton for the entire story is pretty obvious (bring revolution to Korea) and I’d definitely be curious to see more of it. But I’m also not sad we got nothing more. It’s a pleasant afternoon distraction.

The Themes: Don’t be a bully and tyrannical governments are bad and must be resisted - as long as they’re Korean (side-eyes that Rising Sun flag in CLAMP Campus Detectives. Ah, Japanese nationalism). It’s 3 chapters, that’s all I can glean.

The Characters: Chunhyang fits heavily into the CLAMP stock heroine: young, spunky, strong, pure-hearted, and athletic, shojo ingenue. Still, while she’s nothing new, I enjoyed Chunhyang. CLAMP has the formula for the fun, palatable heroine we love to see win, and I’m hardly immune. Mongryong was more bland to me, falling hard into that 90s era shojo hero who gets comically beaten up by his love interest, but always suavely swoops in to save her. It’s nostalgic, he’s hot, but that’s it. Maybe with time they would have defined themselves like RG Veda’s cast did (also archetypes), but there’s just so little!

The crumbs of minor characters are equally stock - one dimensional cackling villains, and pure beyond belief good guys. Mongryong’s tiger spirit was my favourite because I love all cats. It’s really the charm of Chunhyang that carries us above - she’s a good balance of fierce and endearing.

The Art: Legend of Chunhyang is interesting in that chapter 1 was brush inked due to their experience on Shirahime, but the remaining art was done with marker pen. The result is chapter 1 feels a bit unpolished, with backgrounds being mostly chunky blobs and quick lines in a way I found distracting. 2 and 3 work much better, with thick swirls of soft magic and flowers, giving Chunhyang a slight distinction from their other early 90s work. The panel work is quite conservative unlike RG Veda, very rarely having dynamic spreads, but satisfactory and readable. Chapter 2 is a standout of circling dragons and flowers. Everyone is gorgeously dressed and pretty. It’s not the best of CLAMP, but it’s nice and elevates the material.

Questionable Elements: While certain CLAMP podcasts have praised CLAMP for essentially rewriting the folktale to make Chunhyang more active - why would you even choose to adapt that Korean folklore then, if your intention is to make a generic Robin Hood sword and fantasy series that has zero to do with the original culture? You could just set it in feudal Japan! It feels very distasteful to deliberately choose Korea as a setting of barbaric unending tyranny that needs correcting. Especially given Japan’s history in “modernising” Korea.

On top of that, there’s a clear lack of research done - a lot of the outfits and hair accessories are inaccurate. Chunhyang’s mother’s decision to kill herself than risk dishonour is also incredibly Japanese (and notably doesn’t exist in the original). I have to cry foul because if you’re going to actually set this in a real ancient Korea, you should do your research. I’m not saying CLAMP are anti-Korean but they show a disappointing lack of care and bias.

Also. How old is Mongryong if Chunhyang is 14. Answer quickly, CLAMP.

Overall: Listen, RG Veda 2.0 this is not. Rather than an imaginative, fantastical, sweeping epic, Legend of Chunhyang is built on very familiar tropes and stock characters with a dose of cultural insensitivity and bias. It doesn’t even have a proper narrative arc, existing more as a “what if” than an almost masterpiece. It’s alleviated by the sheer charm of Chunhyang herself, its brisk, entertaining pace, and the enjoyable art. But it’s no great literary tragedy that it was never finished, and I’d really only recommend it to diehard CLAMP fans who want a quick, pleasant escape on a fantasy adventure.

[citrine-elephant]

good morning, we're putting leon into solitary confinement for a bit. (he was naughty) ->

reasonably, leon would absolutely be terrified. but he'd be able to keep his cool. he knows how to handle this. even if it did get a little out of his control when he went down.

its a routine run of the mill interrogation... right... ? until... it isnt.

animals tend to be extremely stressed out when they're rehomed. i mean, rational! the solution? falconry hood :). if leon can't see, then he won't feel exposed, right? perfect hiding spot :). tied up? no, he's being swaddled. comfort. protection <3

within the first 48 hours, everything is in this thick haze. he can't recall much beyond how exhausted he was and is.

he eventually wakes up untied with a collar on his neck. leashed to the wall. too drugged up to focus on escape, but at least he's more comfortable now.

when his mind starts to settle and he can finally think straight (enough), he moves into action. the vertigo is fuckin intense though... still, he moves.

the room's brick walls and concrete floor cues leon in that he's likely at basement level. there's no windows to tell, but the stains from water seepage definitely hint at being underground.

the lock, to the collar, to the chain. it's all steel. and it's not going to simply be busted open.

analyzing the situation, he sets aside all other plans beyond just. waiting. the only option is to wait to see who's captured him and why. he understands, on account of being leashed to the wall, that there's at least plans to keep him here for a little while. and he's gotta force down the fears of being experimented on as he's left to just. ponder. worry.

so leon waits. and waits.

there's no human contact, or anything living, when his food is pushed inside from under the door.

of course, he's suspicious. he's resisting. demanding to get an answer.

eventually tho, fucker's hungry. no consequences beyond a feeling of dread. it's normal food.

the hours turn to days. and leon's left with nothing but his own self-cannibalizing anxiety. sure, he was trained for situations like this, but he wasn't exactly prepared for it. he understands what solitary confinement does the the human mind and he tries to hold his focus on that.

but when the days continue with nothing. nothing but the silently delivered meals and the four bland walls... he breaks down a lot quicker than he expected to. than he stubbornly wanted to, really.

the idea here: leon's confidence and will is broken fast. baddie's probably got cameras in there watching him as he starts to crack and easily falls into a depression.

leon gets to sit around in there at max one month. probably only like two weeks tho. by the time he's out of that specific room, he's already broken down enough to "relax" in this easy transition. (concept from last night -> multiple years in captivity and 0 answers as to why)

[howlingday]

Mentor au) ya know when you look at it the entire cast is way stronger and better off than cannon but the two who won out the most are jaune and yang. Jaune gets adaptive learning from his dragon warrior training which allows him to infinitely grow his skills. Meanwhile yang learns absolute violence from the orkz fightiness letting her infinitely ramp up in her ability to inflict violence in new or more effective ways. Wonder how initiation goes now?

The air on the cliffside of the Emerald Forest was particularly cold this morning. Last night at Beacon was unsurprisingly eventful, when considering all of the new initiates showing up. Staring down at the metal plates under their feet, all of which was surrounded by a thick ring of salt, some couldn't help but be reminded of last night's bland "easy-meal" made in preparation for the vast collection of students arriving.

"Ugh..." Groaned the slightly bigger than average student at Beacon. "I could really go for some good food right now."

"Hey, think of it like this," Po said, rubbing Jaune's shoulders, "when we get done, we can have as much food as we want!" The thought made Jaune drool a bit from his goofy, smiling face.

"Ugh, how vulgar." Weiss sneered.

"Ignore him, Weiss." Alucard said, not looking anywhere beyond the horizon. "Your task lies ahead. Focus upon it and nothing else." Weiss did as she was instructed and focused on the horizon as well, running through her list of spells.

"This is gonna be so much fun, huh, Rein? Ren? Zaki?" Nora asked, practically bouncing on her feet.

"Patience, kleine." Reinhardt shushed, patting her armored backside. "There will be enough time for excitement later!"

"Mm." Ren nodded, hand on his longblade. Still, there was something off about Nora and Reinhardt right now.

"Something stinks." Zaraki growled from behind Ren. "And it's something to do with that salt, I bet."

"Are you nervous?" Kratos asked Pyrrha, who was breathing deeply.

"Should I not be?" She asked, opening her eyes to the forest ahead. She cut off her teacher before he could continue. "But I won't let it distract me." He nodded in reply.

"Oh, yeah~!" Yang smashed her huge gauntlets together with an even huger grin. "Time to get down there and show 'em what we're made of~!"

"You won't get the chance." Blake said, pulling her hood further over her head.

"Huh?" Ghazghkull rumbled. "Wass thah 'umie talkin' 'bout?"

"Don't expose yourself too soon, Blake." Ezio warned.

"Um, Professor, Headmaster, sir?" Ruby raised her hand. "What exactly is this initiation?" And though she didn't voice it, she was also concerned by the lack of her mentor standing beside her.

"We will be testing your survival skills in the Emerald Forest." Professor Ozpin answered. "Within this forest lies not only Grimm, but also a set of relics in the temple. You are to retrieve the relics and bring them to the rendezvous point as soon as possible. The exam ends once the sun has set. The purpose of this exam is also to determine who your partners will be until your graduation from Beacon. That is, if you survive."

"You cannot hear me, Little Rose," Death said, standing beside Ozpin, "But know that I wish you the best of luck."

"So, uh, will there be food on the flight there?" Jaune asked, instinctively rubbing his belly.

"There will be no flight." Metal suddenly ground as a student was sent into the air. "Not by bullhead, that is."

"Okay," Jaune gulped, "And, uh, is there some kind of device that will catch us before we fall?"

"No. You will be falling." More students shouted as more catapults launched.

"Uh-huh," Jaune felt a cold sweat run down his back, "and, uh, w-where exactly are our parachutes?"

"There are no parachutes. You will be coming up with your own landing strategy." All the catapults had launched except for Jaune's.

"There's a landing strategy?!" Po shouted in dismay. "What's a landing strategy?!"

"Uh, okay, okay. So, uh, sir, what exactly is a landing strate GEEEEEEEEE!"

"Best of luck to you," Ozpin smiled, "my new students."

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

For the DADWC, from the Lord Huron prompt list: "the ways of death can never be learned," perhaps for Talenna?

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO okay I sorta took this one in a different direction :3 this drabble stars @dreadfutures's lovely Ixchel, and sorta loosely takes place within her canon timeline for her fic the Brave Guide :> Wanted to write some Agent!Tal who is sorta new to the group and eager to prove her usefulness, but who hasn't yet adjusted to her new role in the field. So we got some good ol comfort and encouragement from the Inquisitor to help her along uwu for @dadrunkwriting

Rated T: Blood mentions and mentions of vomit (not super graphic but yeah XD) ~1k words

The Ways of Death Can Never Be Learned | By Exalted_Dawn

Talenna’s body shivered with it: a leeching ache that spidered across her stomach muscles and up into her ribs. Her head swam and her chest heaved with great, open-mouthed gasps. She needed air, but each inhale caused her throat to burn further with the acidic bite of bile that still clung to her mouth, making her feel sick all over again. She had already emptied her stomach once onto the forest floor, but her body seemed not to care about that. 

Creators, when would she get over this? It was beyond time-

“Talenna…?”

The crunch of twigs beneath feet heralded the Inquisitor’s arrival. Despite the weakness in her legs, Talenna forced herself upright from where she was bent against a tree and wiped any proof of her sickness into her scarf. “I’m here,” she called out shortly after, her voice rasping. 

Ixchel stepped out from behind a tall bramble, pushing branches and leaves aside so they wouldn’t catch on her cloak. Even with the hood drawn up to obscure her face, Talenna could make out the wrinkle of concern in the Inquisitor’s gold-lined brow. Talenna had taken too long, it would seem, and they had sent the Inquisitor to fetch her. 

Ixchel’s gaze flicked across her face. “The others have moved the bodies and finished clearing the road– we should be ready to leave soon.”

“Aye, alright. Serannas, all be along shortly,” Talenna managed.

Typically, she would have thought the response passible. It had been unremarkable and uninformative– the typical bland answer one might expect from an agent– and Talenna’s tone had been even. Or even enough. But unfortunately, her response could have been the perfect lie and it still wouldn’t have hidden the evidence of her delay that decorated the ground by her feet.

Talenna saw the flicker in Ixchel’s eyes as her attention was swept downward– brief, but just long enough to see the Inquisitor’s worry deepen as they snapped back up to her once more. “Are you alright? If you aren’t feeling well enough to travel…” 

Talenna shook her head. “Ir abelas, I am perfectly fine. And well enough to travel. You needn’t worry about me.” 

“Typically, people who are ‘fine’ don’t just get sick for no reason.” 

Ixchel wandered closer, but before she could close too much distance, Talenna moved to meet her. Not that she was particularly shamed by being caught like this, but there was no need for either of them to linger around for long. 

“I promise,” Talenna insisted. “It is nothing worth worrying about. I am just…” She hesitated a moment, meditating on her words. How to phrase this so that she would not immediately be removed from the Inquisitor’s company? “Untried. In battle, I mean. My clan was rather isolated– most of my experience with taking lives comes from hunting animals. Not…”

Not people. 

They may have only been bandits, but still. When an animal was killed, there was a purpose to it. Their meat could be used for food, their pelts for warmth, and their bones for weapons and cutlery. But there was rarely a benefit to taking a human life where incapacitating them could not accomplish the same result. It was wasteful, and the blood did not sit well with her. It was as though she could feel it dripping down the back of her throat.

Her lips thinned. “I will learn to get over it,” Talenna reassured, ducking her head in avoidance masked as obedience. 

Ixchel was silent for a moment. It was a heavy silence, the kind indicative of thoughtfulness, but to Talenna it was a weight about her bowed neck. A couple seconds felt a lifetime, and her response seemed to sit between them, simply hanging dead in the air. 

Talenna itched to fill the empty quiet, with further explanation or promises perhaps, but as soon as words came to her lips, Ixchel spoke up.

“I have been in many battles, and while it might get easier, I don’t think it’s exactly something that you can learn to get over.” 

A hand touched her arm, urging Talenna to lift her head. Ixchel was holding out a waterskin, a small smile pulling at her lip. “And I don’t think it’s particularly a bad thing for the death of a person to have this kind of effect on people. Just be sure to take care of yourself as well.”

Talenna hesitated for only a moment before taking the offered waterskin. It wasn’t as though she disagreed, but she was more surprised that the illustrious Brave Guide– leader of wars, slayer of dragons, and hero of southern Thedas– felt the same. 

“Serannas,” she said at last. “I believe much the same. I only meant that I will not let it impede our travels.” To prove her point, she uncorked the skin and took a sip. The water tasted sweet, and did help in soothing the burn in her throat. Taking a few solid swallows, she capped the water and handed it back to Ixchel. 

She nodded in approval. “Of course. And if you ever need more time, please do not hesitate to say so. We’ve been making good progress, and we still have a while until we reach Serault. I am sure taking a few minutes here or there will not be a problem.” 

Talenna huffed a laugh. Honestly, she must have been in a sorry state indeed to allow herself to be comforted by someone Being comforted by someone at least five years her junior, and the Inquisitor at that. She was better than that.

“That is kind of you,” she said, a true smile pulling at her lips. “If I ever feel I need it, I will be sure to say. But hopefully we are through with running into bandits,” she chuckled. “I am sure that would be preferred by the entire traveling party.” 

And just like that, the Inquisitor brightened, her concerns swept away like clouds against the wind. “That certainly would be easier,” she agreed, hooking her waterskin back onto her belt. “Though knowing my luck-” The Inquisitor grinned guiltily. 

Talenna could not help but laugh. “Aye– we could fill a whole book with your misfortunes.”

“I am pretty sure Varric is already halfway there.” 

Together, they turned and began to make their way back to the cart. 

“More like three-fifths,” Talenna snorted. “He lets me skim his drafts.” 

[idiotthatdrawsakaartist]

Pocket mirror/ Little goody two shoes thoughts

i discovered Pocket mirror back in 2017, a year after it's release and ive been hooked ever since. I used the game to vent allot as a child. I was 12 when i discovered it, im 18 now. older and far wiser ide say, which is kinda funny because back in the old pocket mirror days we didnt know much. I was on the cusp of teenage hood, and now on the cusp of adult hood we get the full picture. any who the games themselves !

Pocket mirror

Pocket mirror is the unloved middle child and im so pissed. The writing is fantastic, the visual story telling and puzzles enforce the story and are fun to see/ go through. The mc is strange in the fact that she's quite bland but by the end of the game we get a good picture of who Goldia actually is, which is great. I have no complaints what so ever. Which is why it pisses me off when people ignored the og game AND goldentraum.

And sadly enough, at the end of the day the reason it's not as popular is because of its asthetic. Analog horror is not that popular but cottage core? that shit rivals Regina George in popularity so Little goody two shoes got more popular. Plus it has more of an open world feel than PM. I just want Pocket mirror to get her flowers, stop sleeping on this game and play it. Or watch it please i love this game so much.

Goody little two shoes !

this game is basically : Pocket mirror left you with questions huh? time to answer them!

that's it, i love the information we get, the character arc, the fact that we get a full picture of Elise. I used to hate her because we didnt know anything about her as person beyond sacrifing her daughter for cash. Now i relate to her quite a bit and she's such an interesting mc. It is annoying that she ignored the golden girl's warnings doe , like girl is getting bad vibes, red flags, warnings ect.. the whole game but acts like she has amnesia and doesn't acknowledge them, probably because if she did we would end up with more than 10 endings and Astral shift propular doesn't have the money to afford the assets for more then 1O endings

i have allot to say about these games, i love these games so much and i hope Astral shift keeps making great games. And while i may be salty that pocket mirror is under Little goody two shoes shadows, i am happy astral shift is finally starting to gain the attention they deserve

[moaihybitoyoidaics]

The Morality of Mortality

Jurdan Angst fic- trigger warning for Suicide

Word count: 1822

From Cardan's POV

*****

My hopes dwindled with each passing day. My letters remained unanswered as did my prayers for her return. I spent my nights in her rooms drinking in the vanishing smell of her from her coverlets, falling asleep holding on to her doublets. I knew that she had figured out my trickery and was choosing to stay away out of her resentment for me- I could hardly blame her.

In her presence I had so often been cruel, mistaking my devotion to her for contempt and now our truce was over, short lived as it was. The brief reprieve from our feuding had passed but I would have done anything to have her admonish me again.

I tried to forget her eyes and the way they glowed amber in the sunlight, the way that her hair frizzed from the sweat of her swordplay, I tried to forget the odd curve of her ears and the scars on her hands and they way my weight felt on top of her. But I could never forget.

It made me hate her all over again.

One night I found myself summoning a ferry, captained by a stout goblin. I dressed myself in a pitch dark cloak with the hood covering my hair and most of my face. The goblin didn't ask of my business, which I was grateful for. I didn't really know what I was expecting to do. I couldn't drag her back to Elfhame unwillingly, she would never forgive me.

My legs were unstable as I stepped foot onto mortal soil, I knew in a short time I would be able to hold her in my arms and beg her-humility be damned- to come home. I followed the streets to the apartment block I was told she resided in, located hastily by the Shadow Court. It was tall and bland, a concrete tower block with the distressing tang of iron hanging heavily around it.

As I climbed the stairs I rehearsed all the things I would say to convince her to come home, running them over in my mind until I got them as close to perfect as they would ever be. I came to a stop outside her front door, and knocked as loudly as I dared.

"Who's there?" A small voice asked from behind the wood.

"High King Cardan. Now identify yourself and let me inside at once." The was a clank and a rattle before the door swung open . There stood Oak, a little taller than the last time I had seen him.

"Oh hi, Cardan. Jude's in the bathroom."

"Fetch her for me, Princeling." I demanded, impatiently.

"She's been in there a while, she wasn't answering me. Can you reach the Cokes in the fridge?" I strode into the residence and looked around, it was a pokey space, barely enough room for two people let alone four. Oak pointed me to the fridge, a peculiar object that hit me with a shock of cold air. I passed him what he needed and walked back into the more open space.

"Where is Vivienne? Or the pink haired girl?" I asked.

"It's date night, Jude's meant to look after me. She kind of sucks at it." He explained.

"Where is the bathroom?" He pointed down a shallow hall, where I saw a dim orange light leaking out from under a door. I knocked on the door and when there was no answer I knocked again, louder. "Jude? Jude I command you to open up." Still, there was no noise from the other side of the door. I rattled the handle and banged against the wood.

"Cardan? What's going on?" Oak asked, his voice quieter than I had ever heard it.

"How long has she been in there?" My voice was harsher than I had intended.

"Like a half hour? I could hear her before but she's been quiet for a while." I slammed my hands against the door once more before trying the handle again.

"Oak, I want you to call Vivi. Tell her to come back immediately. Then go and wait in your room until someone comes to get you, okay?" He nodded and did as he was told.

I took as large a step back as the space would allow before smacking my shoulder against the door again and again until finally it gave way. The room was silent apart from the sound of liquid hitting the floor. Sure enough, she was there.

The bath was filled with pinkish water, and Jude; still fully clothed, lay silently in it. Her head had rolled back uncomfortably and one arm lay over the edge. Drip. Drip. Drip.

I ran to her, my unsteady feet skidding in the blood, and began to lift her out of the water. I grabbed a towel and pressed it against her wounds. "Hey, okay. You're going to-" I couldn't speak it. "I need you to be okay. I need you to stay with me here, Jude." My grip on her arms tightened as I pulled her up onto my lap. "You have to be okay, you have to wake up now, okay?" I put two fingers to her throat feeling for a pulse.

I heard a soft gasp. When I looked up there stood Vivienne, all dressed up in her odd mortal clothes. "Cardan- Jude-"

"Get help." I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Get help, get anyone." I looked back down at my wife. My Jude. "If you ever felt anything for me, I need you to stay with me. I can't do it without you."

*****

The pink haired girl offered to stay at the apartment with Oak while Vivienne and I went with Jude. We sat in silence, surrounded by bright white lights and plastic chairs. I wondered what I must look like to the mortals in the infirmary but I was too exhausted to glamour myself to look any different. It was an hour before Vivi said a word.

"I didn't think she'd actually do it, you know?" She sniffled. "I thought she was exaggerating, she'd get over you eventually and she'd stop- she'd stop talking about it."

"She said she was going to- erm- to do that?" I asked.

"Not in so many words. When she said she didn't want to be here, I thought she meant here, you know? In our world. Not here, as in any world."

We plunged back into silence for a long while.

I am no murderer. I thought to myself. But maybe I am, if my Jude dies I will be a murderer.

"It's my fault, isn't it?" I whispered.

"Yes."

*****

We sat at her bedside, machines and monitors whirring all around us. I held her hand in mine. She was so cold. Papery curtains were drawn around us, giving the illusion of privacy.

"How did you know to come today?" Vivi asked quietly. "It's been months and you chose today of all days."

I thought about how to answer her for a moment before bringing Jude's fingers to my lips. "I couldn't stand to be away from her a second longer." I paused. "I need her."

We lapsed back into silence, waiting as nurses checked her over and doctors looked at the little board at the end of her bed.

"She didn't leave a note." Vivi said, finally. "Can you believe that?"

I was about to speak when another doctor pulled back the curtain. "Excuse me, " He turned to me. "Would you leave us for a moment, sir? I need to speak with just her family."

I wanted to scream that Jude was my wife, my only family, but instead I bit my tongue and began to head out.

"Cardan? Why don't you run and grab us some coffee? It's going to be a long night." Vivienne smiled grimly, I tried my best to return it but couldn't will my mouth the move.

From behind the curtain I heard a moan, groggy and angry.

"Jude?" Vivienne said. "Jude? Is she waking up?"

I collapsed into a chair next to an empty bed, listening to my love regain consciousness. Her breathing was heavy and the monitors beeped faster than I had heard them before.

"Why'" Her voice was rough, trembling and afraid. "Why am I still here?" I heard the sob in her voice, something I had never known my wife to be capable of, and felt the echo of it in my own throat. "You should've just left me."

"We would never do that." Vivi said, sadly.

The doctor spoke again. "We can sedate her until we can manage the pain more effectively, it would be less traumatic that way."

"Yes, yes. Do that. I don't want her to be in pain." Vivi said almost frantically.

I heard her try to fight the effects of whatever medication they gave her, her words becoming a jumbled mess of incoherence. But before she drifted away into an artificial sleep, the last word from her lips was: "Cardan."

*****

My coffee had gone cold and I had hardly touched it. My hands gripped Jude's as she slept. I saw her as I had never seen her before, fragile, breakable and damaged. My fault, I knew that.

"Cardan?" Vivi said. "What I said before... it's really not your fault. You couldn't have known. I was angry."

"I should leave before she wakes up again." I said, trying to pry myself away from her. "Will you send word when she is well?"

She nodded. "You know, if it wasn't for you she would be dead. Thank you."

The words seemed awkward on the tongue of a faerie but they struck a chord in my heart. I squeezed Jude's hand one last time and took one final look at her. My love.

I left quickly, giving myself no chance to cry until I was back over the sea and in her rooms at the palace.

*****

Over the following months I received messages from Vivi, detailing Jude's recovery, regaining the the full use of her hands and instructing Oak in sword play. I kept pieces of our correspondence on my person at all times, wishing for the day she would return back to her home. Back to me.

It had been about four months since I had left Jude in the hospital bed before I saw her again. Her defiance radiating through her meek personae as she pretended to be her sister. I was grateful when I saw that she was wearing long gloves, covering most of the damage.

For another three months I didn't dare bring up the jagged scars, for fear that the emotions would resurface. But she was home, whole and hail beside me and I couldn't ask for any more than that.

Occasionally the thought would cross my mind: my wife who is deft at taking lives but could only ever take one that mattered.

[screwball-duck]

the BEST looney tunes cartoons (in my humble opinion)

after spending weeks - possibly months - curating the list of the top looney tunes cartoons, i have decided to share it with the world. i organized them based on character, and chose the cartoons that i think specifically follow this basic criteria: 1. they portray the characters in a way that is comedic and true to past writing and established character traits 2. they are entertaining, funny, and have well-executed gags 3. they give the authentic looney tunes feeling and are good representations of looney tunes as a whole if you are introducing a friend to looney tunes, or want to get into it yourself, i suggest you start with these cartoons. they are my personal favorites and i think they capture what makes looney tunes great. before i get into the list, some things worth noting: - i did not include the characters elmer fudd, yosemite sam, tweety, marvin the martian, the tasmanian devil, or any smaller characters. this was because all of these characters are usually paired with more major or more entertaining characters that i made lists of instead. i don't think these characters are enough on their own to make a separate list about, and i don't think that learning about these characters is a necessity when starting looney tunes. - if a cartoon features multiple characters, i put it under the character i thought that it represented best. for example, in porky and daffy cartoons where daffy is silly and funny, i put them under daffy. but in porky and daffy cartoons where daffy is messing with porky, and porky's forced to become sinister, i put those under porky.

finally: the list. (also a shift from my strict no-caps policy)

Bugs Bunny A Wild Hare (1940) - first appearance Hot Cross Bunny (1948) Buccaneer Bunny (1948) Rabbit Fire (1951) Bugs and Thugs (1954)

Daffy Duck Porky's Duck Hunt (1937) - first appearance Porky and Daffy (1938) The Wise Quacking Duck (1943) Duck Soup to Nuts (1944) Daffy Doodles (1946)

Porky Pig I Haven't Got a Hat (1935) - first appearance The Pest That Came to Dinner (1948) Often an Orphan (1949) The Ducksters (1950) Fool Coverage (1952)

Sylvester Life With Feathers (1945) - first appearance Who's Kitten Who (1952) A Bird in a Guilty Cage (1952) Gift Wrapped (1952) The Last Hungry Cat (1961)

Wile E. Coyote/Roadrunner Fast and Furry-ous (1949) - first appearance Beep, Beep (1952) Stop! Look! And Hasten! (1954) Whoa, Be-Gone! (1958) Wild About Hurry (1959)

Foghorn Leghorn Walky Talky Hawky (1946) - first appearance The Foghorn Leghorn (1948) A Fractured Leghorn (1950) Little Boy Boo (1954) A Broken Leghorn (1959)

Honorable Mentions* The Henpecked Duck (1941) The Great Piggy Bank Robbery (1946) Operation: Rabbit (1952) Mouse Divided (1953) Devil May Hare (1954) Birds Anonymous (1957) Robin Hood Daffy (1958)

Best One-Offs Porky in Wackyland (1938)** Cross-Counry Detours (1940) The Haunted Mouse (1941) Russian Rhapsody (1944) Dough Ray Me-ow (1948) Feed The Kitty (1952)*** One Froggy Evening (1955)

*these are cartoons that i almost picked for top cartoons, but didn't quite make the cut. but these are definitely worth being mentioned because they are almost if not equally as great.

**i know this isn't a one-off because it has porky in it, but i don't consider this a great cartoon for porky because he's really bland in it. i love this cartoon because of the ridiculous characters and backgrounds. ***this also isn't a one-off because there are multiple shorts featuring marc anthony and pussyfoot, but they're very small characters so i consider it part of that category.