#yeah can't tag all divisions here

[naradivision]

Hypmic OC Halloween Party 2023 🎃 ~Part II

Disclaimer: Please note that these are not the actual titles to the songs, I just made them up of course. All these songs obviously belong to their respective artists.

And the OCs mentioned belong to their respective creators as well!

*see more notes from the part 1*

Meet the Halloween Shuffle Teams!

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Team R-rated B-Boy

Ren “Vox” Nakashima

Rintaro “Ignis” Himuro

Raiden “Tesla” Otoha

Ryuko “Mista Z.B.” Umemoto

#7 Parade of Horror ☠️

Real title: Bad Monster Original by UraShimaSakataSen Fun fact: This Shima is that same SHIMA who voiced Zen Gaho from paralive...

Team Heroic Youngsta

Joey “Joker” Kurusu

Saji “Street Dog” Buranka

Ryūnosuke “Fist N Fury” Sekiguchi

Haruto “Pheonix” Hirabayashi

#8 Justice In Action! 🚨

Real title: PANDA HERO Covered by mafumafu x nqrse x luz x soraru | Original by HACHI ft. GUMI Fun fact: HACHI the Vocaloid-P is later known as Kenshi Yonezu

Team SolaLune Fairies

Lola “Aphrodite” Takahashi

Evelyn “SPIRIT” Rose

Moriko “Carnopus” Himawari

Miku “Hex 13” Shirazuki

#9 Who’s the Fairest? 👑

Real title: ECLIPSE Original by Raon x DAZBEE Yeah, sorry again for not making the number of voice casts matched... They just look gorgeous together XD

Team Pop★Teen Sensation

Kanade “Spooky” Alarie

Criss “Paradox” Hiromi

Kirara “Cupid” Suzuki

Ririko “2cute!” Akihara

Makina “Screen Shot” Setsukura

#10 Supa☆Supa☆Halloween

Real title: Happy Halloween Covered by MORE MORE JUMP! ft. Kagamine Rin | Original by Junky ft. Kagamine Rin

[At the moment after the girls have already returned to the backstage, suddenly, the thick and hazy mist from nowhere then emerged into the stage from all directions, fogging over the entire scene as if it was curtain in the theater]

Greetings, ladies and gentlemen,

Welcome to the wonderful night of October the 31st,

...At long last, we’re going to reach the finale.

[Starting off with the sound of bells resonating in distants, the prelude music began playing before the hazy mist became dissolved —revealing the obscure figures of people standing there in the midst of stage]

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Team Curtain Call

Queen card

Kunio “Arsene” Kurome

Iwao “TRIXT4R” Masuda

Sanyu “MC Rogue” Inouye

Naoki “Stage Queen” Hamasaki

Mitsuru “Odette” Tenjo

Saigo “Tsukumogami” Fuyugami

Nishio “24/7” Tokishou

#11 To the Final Act 🪄

Real title: Finale Original by XYZ 2019 (luz, senra, mafumafu, soraru, nqrse, meychan, araki, un:c)

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Wait— Wait,

Even if this night is going to end soon, how should we forget something really really important…?

Yeah, we haven’t even got our treats yet!

If you want them, then why don’t we go get some?

C’mon, stand up & sing along~~

Team Bakemono:)

Asahi “SWEET-T” Tomoharu

Kohaku “KANDATA-KUN” Meguno

Taria “Misfit” Chinen

Honoka “Maniakin” Ajisai

Ayaka “Marionette” Kagawa

After Story: Are Ghosts Real?

Real title: 異世界混合大舞踏会 (I Wanna Be Your Ghost) Covered by StarLightPolaris (You Kisaragi, Relu, Coe, Kuni, Kottaro)  | Original by Gen Hoshino Unfortunately, you can only find subtitles in the original video

In this night where ghosts will emerge,

But they’re not all that bad

Ghost are real, you know? 

But they’re not as scary as the living!

They’re always watching from the sidelines, so don’t you forget,

Farewell mortals, and take care :P

🎃 Live Reports & Behind the scenes Pt.2

According to the interview from some audiences after the reveal of 6th’s and 7th’s cast, they thought it’s funny that team Bad Boy felt oddly cool to them, while on the other hand, team Hero were also cool but with even more chaotic vibes than the previous one —Everyone did wonder in unison that what went through the organizer’s head when they decided to put them together. Well, Raiden and Saji were the only exceptions since both of them were naturally pretty dedicated to their team titles.

Raiden got a bit carried away as he started laughing like some maniac by the end of his show. And in consequence of that, his temporary teammates were just… letting him be before all left the scene like nothing happened.

Since the beginning of the 9th show, the ladies of team “SolaLune Fairies” were seen solemnly walking out of the backstage with a dark long veil covering most part of their face and their outfits. Each of them were also noted to hold a bouquet with different flowers. Lola were red tulips, Evelyn were blue roses, Moriko were sunflowers, and Miku were moon orchids. But once the first beat of the song dropped out, they suddenly changed their moods and threw their veils away ...showing off their party dresses which were delicately designed just for each of them (ultimate kudos were given to those from the costume team). Thus, the true catwalk showdown began! 

After all the teasing to throw their bouquets to the audience like in the wedding, it was still unknown who those ladies decide to give their bouquets to at the end. Maybe it was their lover/ bestie or etc. Who knows anyway? But as the show title hinted, they might probably give it to their fairest…

Before the 10th show starts, the camera caught Kanade having a high-five with Lola in the same fashion as those two boys from the first half. 

Despite not being much active around these days, Hana Izanami (@snowmantita) was spotted coming here in secret to cheer for her friends.

The 11th show was obviously one of the best highlights of this event, given 6 of them were actually the famed performers to begin with! In addition, Queen card was the one who planned most details of the performance herself. Besides, some of them were really going all-out to the point where they attempted to compete with each other even. No wonder this show received very loud applause as a result, just like their team’s name implied.

There was one funny moment getting leaked out from the backstage. It was the photo of two gentlemen who literally had no idea why they were put in the same line with other talented showmen in the 11th show. Saigo seemed to be deep in thought about how much the staff have spent on props and special effects, while Nishio… He was caught flirting with other participants —Well, let’s hope that he wasn’t flirting with the wrong person there.

Despite the chill and anti-climax vibe that was very contrast to the intense impression from the previous show, the final show performed by team Bakemono was unexpectedly the children’s most favorite! Why was that? The secret of success not only lied in the lyrics of the song, but also its cute and catchy choreography. Moreover, they had also brought in the massive number of candies to throw into the crowd.

And due to some interviews with the parents, they told that this show truly deserved to be the closing show as it was in fact spoke the moral of this spooky event… 

Before the show started, it was a record of five of them chatting with each other. And although it was all according to the script, Asahi confessed that they had retaken it so many rounds he actually lost count of.

And just as the name of their team indicated, they were all wearing the yokāi costumes! For example, Asahi was the Oni, Kohaku was attempting to look like Kasa-obake (even if it came out rather funny), Taria was Karasu tengu, Honoka had animal ears so maybe she was bakeneko or kitsune, and Ayaka wore triangle headband with a kimono to represent the yurēi ghost.

From what live reports said, despite being the performers of the show, both Asahi & Kohaku were noted to really enjoy their time the most —These two spiritual(?) twins loved throwing candies like they’re playing with snow, while Honoka and Ayaka might seem a bit stiff due to their not so great experiences with people. However, Taria was the one making them warm up and enjoy the moment just like other children did —Who else would understand the kids best if not someone with a children’s heart?

Live reports by

Snowflake Sentinel News, Yoichi Shujo

Verne Publishing-house, Nellie Yukimura 

◀︎ SEE THE RECORD FROM PT. 1

Amazing OCs mentioned above are from:

@kobedivision @katsushika-division @chiyoda-division2 @suginami-division @kanazawa-division @megurodivision @naha-division @nagasakidivision @saitama-division @okinawa-division @gion-division @minato-division03 @kyoto-division @akihabaradivision @urayasu-division @nakanodivision @akihabara-division03 @kumamoto-division @sapporo-division @fukuokadivision1 @naha-division @nerima-division @naradivision @echizen-division @ota-division @gion-division @sagadivision @tokyo-division (@snowmantita) @hamamatsu-divison

P.S. Apologizing if I missed out some divisions or have made anyone sound OOC —I'm trying lmao.

...Happy Halloween & hoping y’all enjoy it :)

[prettygrltatum]

Warm Blankets!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Bimbo!reader

a/n: it's time for me to throw my hat into the ring and finally post for my favorite type of reader! >.< def will show off my oc for this one >:)

synopsis: you and your buff manz(pluz pets!) just kinda lay there and do nothing all day ╰(▔∀▔)╯

tags: fluff, cuddling, simon proposing in a personal space because he doesn't take me as a person who'd propose in public, just overral being cute (´｡• ω •｡`)

wrds:

it was a lazy sunday. finally simon came back from his missions this week and had a lot of time to be with you. stood at the door, awaiting him. you could hear simon's loud and strong combat boots at the steps, the keys jiggling. you were basically a puppy waiting for her owner to come home. meanwhile the actually puppy wags her tail and yaps.

'shh! riley quiet! he can hear you!' you whispered at the pup, turning her head at you with confusion. 'I can already hear 'yer through the door sweets." simon chuckled through the door. you gasped, picking up riley and scooting behind the couch.

when simon stepped through the door, he saw your little my melody onesies and it's ears. 'baby i can see you.' he laughed, moving over to see you holding riley in your arms as you pout. 'simmy? HIII!!' you squealed. you set riley down as she moved forwards and leaped on his legs. he picked you up and kissed you plush lips.

oh to be home with you. a place of comfort and warmth. 'oh! wait! I have a gift for you!' you jumped off of simon as he furrowed his eyebrow. he took off his mask, scars covering his face as he smiled. riley left his side and followed you upstairs with a yap.

the both of you came back with a blanket of silks and blankets. 'okay! so, i got you a cute..wait for it! kuromi onesie! so we can match. you, me, and riley! she can be pompompurin.'

simon laughed at your adorable mind. so pliant and cute. 'you got this for me?' you nodded as you squealed and handed him the suit. usually, he'll shout at you and cut the poor thing into pieces. but just for you, and only you will he wear something like that.

'this thing? oh god..'

a few minutes later, you see the buffest and burliest kuromi ever seen. you screamed and ran up to simon as he chuckled. god forbid any of his teammates see him like this. 'is this what you wanted?' he asked.

you nodded. 'yes! ah! you look so cute! I got you kuromi because I knew you like black so I got this one for you!' how nice of you! always looking after him. never ending. 'thank you lovie, what are your plans tonight?' your eyes looked up and hummed. 'i dunno! wait! we can watch scary movies! and make like a fort pillow!'

'pillow fort hunny?' you nodded, 'yup! lemme warm up the blankets!' you swiftly left to go to the laundry room, your little slippers tapping and riley following after you as she yapped.

simon shook his head with a crooked smile as he started to pull out some chairs and nearby pillows. he couldn't wait to give you your new gift. a pretty little ring with a nice hot pink rock on top. he can't think of anyone else to come home to but you. his little angel. you were basically made for him. and he wanted to keep you forever.

'okay! i'm back! i have the blankets I want to use for the building process and others are drying okay! so! place the chairs here and-'

he wasn't listening to you. not because you were boring. more like he was just admiring you. he does it everyday. no matter where he's at. on base, duty or even at home. sleeping in the comfort of your arms and warmth, he's always thinking and admiring you.

though your brain is small, your heart was big and ready to share your love with others. you still couldnt do long division and even though keep asking and calling how the ish washer works even though you've been living on your own for years now. sometimes it scares and surprises simon how you lived so long on your own.

'are you even listening babe?' you huffed at him. he stammered and looked up at you. 'y-yeah i am.'

'good! now help me!' you moved one chair to the side and another to the back and give it a little friend as you like to call it. and simon lifted onto the other side of the fort. he drapped over a soft fuzzy white comforter and set the pillows inside, having a beautiful floor decor with a hello kitty blanket. you shoved some stuffies and a chew toy for the pup.

'oh! the blankets are done!' you swoop yourself across the house, again riley still following only lagging behind due to you being a lot faster and bigger than her. simon took out the ring, looking over his shoulder to see if you were still there. no? great. he tucked it under the pillows. he knew your dumb little brain wouldn't figure out where he placed his gift.

'simon! I need help please!' you shouted across the house. simon lifted himself up with a grunt. signally that he was coming to your rescue. when he arrived at the laundry room, he found his sweet girlfriend overwhelmed by huge pink and black blankets. riley was gnawing on one of the blankets and trying all her might to drag it back to the living room.

'I gotcha' ' simon took the weight off of you and carried the warm and fluffy blankets. he started to place some on top of the chairs and fluff them out. you were sti struggling, they were weighted blankets, you came back to see a nicely made fort by your boyfriend.

'ooh! so warm! what are we watching?' you plopped down under the fort, hugging your boyfriend's beefy arm. simon's other hand held the remote, scrolling through the catalog. 'maybe legally blonde eh? you're just like her. smart in your own way, but still a little silly' he said as he slightly tapped your head as you squished up. riley laid in between you and him. her nose was deep into the blanket, barking and growling at it. simon was starting to get worried. his smart little pup might spoil the surprise!

'riley! no! not on my clean sheets! no!' you scolded her as you picked up her small body and moved her to your right side. simon sighed, mentally of course. he was so thankful that you were dumb. if you had any sense, you'd at least ask or try to figure out what's under that pillow. 'well, yeah! i'll watch it.'

simon played the movie, the intro quickly grabbing your attention. you were basically drooling over the early to late 2000's fashion. the pink. the fits,the way they speak. gosh you just wanted to jump into ellie's world and just kiss her and be her best friend. all that going on, simon couldn't take his eyes off. your sweet smell and smile, your rosy and soft cheeks. the way you pointed out everything in that movie.

he remembers when he asked for soap how he should propose to you. he only has 10 minutes before the movie ends. maybe 30? he wasn't paying too much attention to it. soap said, ' I dunno. im single, why the hell are you askin' me?'

not much help, should've asked price before he left. damnnit. he couldn't let this soft moment go by. he needed you to be in his bed with a rock on your finger. nothing else. so maybe now? maybe after the movie? maybe-

'simon. something's poking my side can you see what's under there?' well shit..

might as well get it over with..

'okay. listen to me (reader).' you started to get worried. you knew what simon did as a job. you called it his pew pew job. very accurate if you will. 'simon you're scarin' me..' you whimpered. simon sat up, sneakily pushing the box behind his back. 'nothin' to be scared of.' he assured. 'you know I love you very much right?' you nodded, small tears swelling in your eyes, 'yeah?'

he softly placed the box in your hand. the tears started to flow even more. 'what's this?' you asked, holding the velvet box in your hand. 'I want you to be mine.' he hushed to you, his cheeks getting warm and softer, even with all the scars all over his pale face. 'what do you mean? I am yours!' you squealed.

'I want you to marry me doll..' he mumbled. your eyes opened wide, exposing the tears that have been spilling out. and all of a sudden your eyes are a fountain. you crashed your body into his chest, shaking your head yes as you wailed into his body. ' is that's a yes-'

'YES!'

a/n:it's a series now, gimme gimme GIMME YOUR IDEAS!!!!

[nexus-my-beloved]

This October, a brand-new story and artwork is coming to you for @deancashorrorfest ! With art by @suninjang and a fic by yours truly, we've created something we're sure you'll love !

Rating: Explicit

Major Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - FBI Agents, FBI Agent Dean Winchester, FBI Agent Castiel, Blood and Gore, Dean Winchester has a Crush on Castiel, Castiel Has Self-Esteem Issues, Dean Winchester Has Issues (truly, without saying the plot outright even if it's somewhat obvious, anything else is a spoiler! But Dean has issues. Period.)

Summary: Senior Special Agent Castiel Novak and Special Agent Dean Winchester are partners within the FBI's Criminal Investigation Division. Lately, they've been following a set of murders, cold cases that even Castiel - the bureau's best agent - can't solve. The murders seem entirely unconnected, no string to suggest that they're similar at all - that is until Castiel begins to recognize the victims. Suddenly, things are starting to slot into place, and Castiel isn't sure he likes where the signs are beginning to point.

Teaser: Once at the front desk, Dean worked out what they needed to be allowed access to the back room, and Castiel continued to look over the report. 

The amount of injuries sustained were concerning, especially when Castiel began to wonder how exactly the killer had the time to inflict them all. Dean pulled him along into the back room, allowing Castiel to continue to read. “It’s strange,” he started, lifting up a page and being granted sight to another photo. “All the bruising around these cuts… It’s almost like…” 

“Yeesh,” Dean exclaimed, taking in the sight of the body in front of him. “Looks like she got Tatum Riley’ed.” Castiel looked up from the report to give Dean a confused look, unsure of who Tatum Riley was. Dean didn’t seem too impressed by Castiel’s lack of knowledge, however, giving him a surprised look. “What? C’mon, man! Scream! Ghostface?” Castiel only shook his head. “I don’t understand that reference.” Dean scoffed, pointing over at the wounds. “Dude, I don’t know how you do so well at this job without seeing a horror movie or two. Look– Tatum Riley was one of the people that got killed in Scream, right? She got cornered by a killer in the garage and the door back in was locked. She tried to get out using the doggie door that was on the garage door, but she got stuck halfway through. The killer lifted up the garage door and crushed her in it while she was stuck.” 

Castiel shuddered at the visual. It didn’t seem like a pretty way to go out. 

“Anyway– look at this,” Dean continued, pointing at the bruising and cuts. “I mean, it doesn’t look perfect. There was probably a few knife slashes in there, y’know? The movie never actually showed Tatum’s wounds– I mean, you could see that the head was clearly fake when Sydney saw her later– sorry. We never actually saw how she looked after, under the shirt and all, but I’d imagine it might be similar to that.” Castiel nodded a bit, thinking about the scenario. It did seem probable. 

“I was never actually told where they found her body,” Castiel admitted, looking over the body before back to the report. “I’ll be back. I’m gonna go see what I can find out.” Dean nodded, shooing Castiel away. “Yeah, you go see. I’ll try to get a few other guesses on what might’ve happened to Riley 2.0 here.” 

Making his way towards the front desk, Castiel allowed himself to think. A kill that seemed similar to a horror film? Could it be the same killer that he’d been unable to catch? If so, then the killer must’ve really switched gears — that, or Castiel was incredibly uncultured on horror movies to recognize similar murders (that very well could be the case; Castiel wasn’t one for understanding movie references).

A kill similar to a classic Scream death? The circumstances being different than the other cases? Is it really the same killer, or does the culprit have a vendetta against Castiel, a want to lower his self-esteem through a subliminal message worthy of being compared to Will Graham's first killer in Hannibal?

Find out more soon - It Will Come Back hits Ao3 this october . . !

[ohsunnyboy]

never again | yoon keeho ˚₊‧⁺˖

you don't know what's cuter. you're boyfriend, lee keeho, or the delusion that the leafs will win the cup in either of your lifetimes.

TAGS: established relationship, toronto leafs fan!keeho, boston bruins fan!reader, screaming and shouting at a tv screen, fluff, maple leafs hockey is its own tw, drinking games!! keeho is lowk ooc

A/N: based off this iconic video. game 6 changed my brain chemistry and gave me hope until... well iykyk... here's the match recap. this is so niche it's entirely self indulgent sorry in advance lmao

WORDS: ~1000

If you're going to be a hockey fan, you should know the number one rule: don't date within the division.

The notorious ad aside, it's pretty clear, once it gets to playoffs with you two, everything's off the table. Especially if you're throwing couch cushions across the room when you're team can't convert on a power play. Cough, the leafs, cough.

Which made it especially weird when you, a Boston Bruins fan ended up dating Yoon Keeho, a fucking Toronto Maple Leafs fan.

"Oh my god are the refs blind?! That's clearly a holding call!" he cries. Ah, it really doesn't get sweeter than this.

"Shut up, he just boarded Lohrei with that! Penalty for both of them," you snarl out, eyes fixated on the tv screen, watching the play-by-play slo-mo of the hit. Lohrei crumpling against the boards as Holmberg practically folds him. "Look! They're not even calling it. Did you see Carolina yesterday? they were calling everything that breathed wrong."

With a sigh, both you and Keeho take a shot. At this rate, you both could be professional alcoholics with how many missed penalty calls there've been this series. You can already feel the regret in the morning trying to sink in with this drinking game.

Keeho hums beside you, but he's been practically vibrating out his skin the entire game. "That's just Svechnikov no? He's massi—OH MY GOD WILLIAM NYLANDER YOU SWEDISH BEAUTY!"

The screen erupts as Nylander finally opens the scoring for the Leafs. A sea of horrific blue and white exploding into cheers. Idly, you think it's the most lively you've seen Scotiabank Arena in years.

"Ugh, really?" And you just have to flop back into the couch corner as Keeho takes his victory lap around the room. Dressed in, of course, his Nylander jersey.

"Oh yeah baby! I could marry that man," he laughs, before very comically and somehow very seriously turning back to you. "After you, babe. Of course after you, love of my life, angel of my univer-"

You hurl one of your last pillows at him. "Sit back down, idiot." The high flush on his face is pretty adorable, even if his alcohol breath stinks when he curls in next to you on the couch. Both of you are going to be crawling out of bed tomorrow for sure.

From above and below your small apartment you can hear the same screams. With the window propped open, you can even hear horns go off in the streets. Capital of Hockey and all that. Moving here to be with Keeho had been hard to do, but so much more worth it for the hockey. Especially when Boston comes rolling into town: being the only Bruins fan for rows on rows was intimidating but so much sweeter if they won.

"I'm your idiot, idiot," he croons into your neck. Peppering you with cute and sloppy kisses across your skin. You finger's curl idly into his hair as you watch the ads spin by on the tv, signalling the end of the second period. His cold fingertips curl around your waist, idly smoothing circles into it. Curled up like this, it's the cosiest you could ask for - and somehow you don't mind the lack of pillows. You both make up for it with your shared body heat.

Carefully, you extract your phone from under him like he's a jenga tower about to fall, but game-drunk like this, he could probably sleep through the Leafs Stanley cup parade if they did win for once.  

Twitter's the same as you left it: another TicTacTOmar clip of Lohrei and Holmberg, more Steve Dangle commentary and your Boston moots crowing about how the Leafs will lose it in the third period. Very, very secretly, you don't think they will. Swayman vs Woll as goalies are brilliant – and terribly good looking – but it must be the phase of the moon or something stupid, but Toronto might just win it this game.

Looking down at your sleeping beauty, Keeho is blissfully passed out on your chest. Face semi-flushed, mouth agape and drool leaking out. Yeah, this is going in the camera roll.

A quick snap and a venture into your settings is all it takes to set the glorious picture as your lock screen. And, if you squint, you can see Draisaitl's neon orange Skip ad in the background. Exactly why you're dating him in the first place.

"You really are my idiot, idiot," you murmur and you press a kiss to his hairline, a warm feeling roiling in your stomach.

Stashing your phone away, you ready yourself with a minute on the clock until the third starts. Saying that, you should really wake sleeping beauty up. "Hey... hey, get up. The Leafs lost in overtime again."

His eyes blink blearily as he processes your words. Slowly, then all at once, you can see the panic settle into his eyes as he sees your shit-eating grin. “No they didn't,” he whispers, but it borders on desperate.

You really can't help yourself. "Yup! There was even a line brawl," you sigh dramatically, bringing your hand to your forehead with a flair. "Swayman was even fighting Woll, a whole goalie scrap and you missed it."

"Nope! Not believing it." Keeho finally has the common sense to turn to look at the screen and realise the third's just begun. The stare of disappointment he gives you is cold enough to give Winnipeg a run for its money. "Never again."

You roll your eyes but just pat the space next to you for him to settle down properly on. "C'mon, whoever loses this has to get breakfast."

“You’re so on,” he huffs to agree, taking a bodily effort to sit back against the couch and on your cold feet. There’s a fire in his eyes that makes you regret this already. “I’m so making you drive to Timmy’s.”

Deep in your heart, if you had to choose Boston or Toronto to win the cup, you'd still choose Boston. But no matter how this series ends, you'd still love your boyfriend very, very much.

if this in any way endeared you to hockey come check my sideblog @wannadewar where i lament and fangirl! if you somehow enjoyed this, a like or reblog would be lovely :) ⭒ masterlist

[theanticool]

Watch Women's Boxing: Fundora vs Alaniz!

We have an undisputed flyweight unification bout this week as champions Gabriela Fundora and Gabriela Celeste Alaniz are set to face off this week.

Let's talk about it.

Gabriela Fundora (14-0) is the holder of the IBF flyweight title. At only 22 years old, she's one of the youngest world champions in boxing at the moment. At 5'9, she is a giant for the 112lb weight class she fights in. She's the sister of 154lb champion Sebastian Fundora, who is also cartoonishly tall for his division. And much like her brother, she does not use her length to keep fights at the edge of range. She uses her height to get leverage on punches up close or in the mid range. Though, she's rather keen to exchange just at the edge of range where she's able to tag her opponents but can't be hit in return. While she's not a KO artist, she has put away some tough competition - former world champion Arely Mucino and legendary NYC amateur boxer Christina Cruz.

Gabriela Celeste Alaniz (15-1) is not supposed to be here. The Argentinian is the WBC, WBO, and WBA flyweight champion. And she did it by beating former champion and Olympic bronze medalist Marlen Esparza, who is supposed to be fighting Fundora had things gone according to plan. But that is fighting. Things rarely do. Alaniz ended up giving Esparza hell in their first fight, being blatantly robbed by the judges on the cards. For the record, one judge scored it 5-5. Another scored that first fight 9-1. So, yeah. In the rematch, Alaniz managed to be on the winning side of the decision and took all three belts for herself. Coming from a strong tradition of Argentinian women who have taken up boxing, Alaniz has the opportunity to put herself in in the history books as the county's first undisputed champion since Carlos Monzon.

[bokutizer]

➵ NARUMI GEN

summary : Narumi Gen's life has its highs and its lows, but he's glad that he does not have to deal with the latter ones on his own (he would never admit that though). tags : exes to lovers (?), fem!reader, fluff, angst, something between comfort and reverse comfort?, mentions of blood, spoilers for chapters 53/54 a/n : I can't believe how much fun I had writing for him. He's such a versatile character AND A GODDAMN BABY <;33

It was not an unusual occurrence to find the commander of the first division of the Defense Force huddled up in his messy and dump-like bedroom. Yet the palpable melancholy in the light deprived room was rare. It was nothing new, considering that his job brought many sacrifices and losses with it, but still. It was rare.

Narumi was lying on his bed, hands clasped behind his head, changed into a white shirt with a faded Gundom imprint on it and his usual black sweatpants. Besides the few scratches along his jaw, nothing would have made you guess that this man had been on the battle field and had lost his mentor a few hours prior.

Yet here he was, barely acknowledging your presence as you finally closed the door behind you and, with slow and quiet steps, strode over to his bed. Between the various cushions and blankets on his bed, you could also spot the controller of his BS5 which lay beside his limp hand, even though the TV was clearly turned off, its screen pitch black. You wondered if he had really been able to muster some strength to game or if the abandoned controller was just another sign of defeat. Defeat because he had neither physical nor mental strength left to distract himself.

"What are you doing here?" despite the low volume of his raspy voice, his words managed to resonate through the quiet room, his face still facing the ceiling, his eyes covered by his multicoloured bangs.

"I've heard what happened to Mr. Isao." you spoke quietly, carefully choosing your words because you knew Narumi all too well. If it were for him, he would think that your presence was a mere sign of pity, a sign of his defeat, of his failure.

That's why the next time he spoke, his words were louder, harsher even. The tension in his body was clearly visible, tendons along his throat straining and jaw clenching. "Why. Are you here?"

You remained quiet and instead of snapping back, simply decided to take a seat on the edge of his bed. It was not noticeable to the naked eye, but Narumi relaxed, even if it was for only a tiniest bit. Somehow the air around him seemed less suffocating, now.

But as your hand slowly inched closer to his forehead, not being able to fight against your desire to just touch him even if it was for a short moment, one of his arms flew up, his hand grasping your wrist in a tight grip. "Narumi, I brought eye drops. Doctor said you overused them quite a bit." you said matter-of-factly, no softness coating your words, your expression emotionless as your eyes finally locked with his. They were bloodshot, red veins weaving themselves over his sclera, while the blueish rings beneath them seemed to have taken on an even darker shade than usual.

The hold on your wrist loosened, a wordless invitation for you to do whatever you had intended to do. Because, yeah, you knew Narumi but the same went the other way around. And if he knew one thing about you, then it was that you were stubborn as hell.

You motioned him do lie back down and soon after that his head hit the softness of his pillow, black and silver strands of hair sprawled over its pillowcase. How long has it been since the last time he had felt the tenderness of your hands? Three? Four months? It has definitely been long enough for him to feel like a terminally ill man who finally seemed to get his salvation.

The gentless with which your fingers combed his bangs out of his face, how they delicately rested along his eyes, not putting too much pressure around the irritated area as you pressed the prescribed amount of droplets out of the little tube. Narumi swore it was not the medication that soothed the uncomfortable itch in his eyes but rather just the simple sight of you.

However, he was aware that letting himself get used to this, to you, would be a fatal mistake.

"That’s enough." he muttered, slapping your hands away as if they could burn him. "Don’t need a damn nurse."

You sighed as you watched him turn on his side, his back facing you. This could have been your cue to simply leave him alone, let him shoulder this burden on his own, but you could not. And you knew that it was selfish because you were obviously not only staying because of Narumi. You were staying because the thought of him being alone right now would hurt you incredibly hard.

"How are you feeling?"

"'M fine. I've also been fine before. The bleeding's stopped. Now go."

"You know that’s not what I meant."

You flinched at the sight of his upper body swiftly shooting up, his bangs falling back into their place and hiding the frown etched on his face. "Why do you care? Huh? I couldn't do anything. Couldn’t save him. So why do you-"

"Because I care about you, Gen. You, not the first division commander." you cut him off, your own composure slowly crumbling as you felt your eyes sting. "Because I know that you liked Isao a lot."

Narumi's chest heaved heavily and he wondered if, in midst of the silence that reigned in the room, you could hear the rapid pounding of his heart, a result of all the anger, sorrow and relief that he felt currently. Anger towards himself, sorrow because that was simply something you felt when you lost someone, and relief because- because of you? He was not sure but that seemed to be the only plausible explanation.

The breathy chuckle vibrating in his chest seemed rather anguished as he flopped back down on his back, the heels of his palms pressed against his eyes. "You've missed me that badly, huh?" he derided, yet proceeded to scooch over a tiniest bit. Another silent invitation for you.

"You wish." the string of tension hanging between you two seemed to diminish, especially once your head lay beside his, two pairs of eyes now hyperfixating the grey ceiling as if it was the most engrossing thing you've ever witnessed.

"How did the evacuation go?" Narumi asked reluctantly after a beat of slience but received only a light jerk of your shoulders, one of them brushing against his. "That many deaths?"

He had already been looking at you as you turned your head to look into an ocean of red, your own eyes glazing over at the images of all the bodies your troop and you had recovered today from beneath all the ruins and debris that had remained after the destruction of so many buildings. "Way too many."

The reason Narumi's body felt rigid now was not tension, but rather hesitancy. It was just a small gesture of comfort, right? It would not hurt? Maybe a bit ironic since you were the one who had appeared in his room to comfort him, but who was he to give a shit? Warmth creeped through the skin of your palm as you felt him wrap his hand around yours until his fingers weaved themselves through the crevices of your own cold ones.

"Missed me that badly, huh?" you repeated his words, the light crack in your voice, however, drowning the lightheartedness in your words. The fake overly exaggerated laugh emanating from him nearly pulled a smile at your lips, the knot in your chest loosening a tad bit.

"You're insufferable." Narumi muttered defeatedly, the light squeeze you felt around your hand feeling like anything but annoyance or loathing.

"Right. That's why you broke up with me, remember?"

His eyes widened momentarily at your statement. The reason he had broken up with you? Many things annoyed Narumi Gen. Headlines of Ashiro Mina in the news, Hasegawa when he dragged him to unnecessary meetings, people who were only talks without any real actions and strength behind their words- You had never been part of any of these things.

The only thing that had scared him away from you was he himself. He feared all the things that you made him feel; the love that you made him feel for you. He feared becoming too attached and the possibility that your death would not leave him indifferent. For God's sake, neither of you had simple nine to five jobs. Every single day you left your cabins in your suits, you instantly signed a contract that granted you a meeting with Death himself.

But as Narumi noticed your breaths becoming deeper and steadier, his free hand brushing a single strand of your soft hair behind your ear, he realized that life without you was one of the many things that annoyed him. He realized that not having you at all was worse than the constant risk of loosing you, and for once, he was glad that many people had a rather bad image of him. Because he also realized that being selfish had never felt better than now.

[rwdestuffs]

Well, can't say this wasn't inevitable.

Roosterteeth is finally shutting down. And despite all the issues I've got with the company, it kinda is a bit of a gut punch. For a lot of people, this was probably a large chunk of internet culture that people had grown up with. From Red vs. Blue, to RWBY, to plenty of their other IPs.

And yeah. They had a lot of controversy over the years, but let's' be real: So have a lot of other companies. They weren't as bad as Activision at the very least, but goddamn, were the controversies piling up a lot.

But that's not to say that they haven't also had some good out there. There are a lot of people out there that wouldn't be as well-known without them. Voice actors, animators, writers, artists, etc. And that's not to mention the community they built.

There are plenty of people I wouldn't have met without RT's existence. Artists I never would have come across, voice actors I wouldn't have followed, animators I wouldn't have admired. All that stuff.

Not to mention the hand they had in other IPs getting more well-known. No way a show like DEATH BATTLE would have been able to make something as great as Galactus vs. Unicron for their season finale without RT's resources.

Let's not forget that this isn't just something that's affecting RT. Thanks to david zaslav and his shitty decisions, animation across WB has been taking hit after hit for years. Even live-action was shat on by the bastard. Batgirl was written off for tax reasons, Cyote vs. ACME was trashed because of his decisions. So it's more than just RT that's going down.

It's a bit of a frightening thing. If this could happen to RT, then what else can his decisions shut down?

Sure, a lot of us here in the rwde tag will be happy about RT going down, but what about the other divisions that WB has?

Not to say that RT didn't also bring it on itself. Between RTX, Gen:LOCK, all their trips outside the states, and the controversies that prompted people to cancel their FIRST memberships, RT was basically one foot in the grave. Zaslav just made them put the next foot in.

Gotta say, that this whole thing had a lot of ups and downs. But goddamn… I sure hope that all the people who worked there are going to be alright. Companies are hardly just the decisions of the higher-ups. They're also people further down the totem pole that will be hurt by this.

Sure. The writing was on the wall. But there are people who will need the support and help that they can only get through community support.

Peace out, rwde tag.

[ferrocyan]

15 lines of dialogue

Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

15 feels like too few haha! i'm picking these mostly from finished fics, with a couple of wips at the end. feels like i could go on forever otherwise

tagged by @improvised-finish (tysm!!) and tagging @pillowfriendly and @worldoshaking i wanna read more of your wols pls pls pls (*>∀<*)

(duo)

"I've never heard of such a name before! From which fair land do you hail, friend?"

"Coer--" C'astarhte said something and promptly bit her tongue. She covered her mouth, then quickly added, "Pardon. Meant to say... I come from the Exarch's homeland."

---

C'astarhte looked distressed. She glanced around at the rest of the bar, then at Reeq, and whispered intently, "But this worked before... Crystarium people don't ask about the Exarch."

(detour)

"So we've never really fought together, no? When you say we're partners, I'd like it to be earned."

---

"Doesn't need to," Tart shrugged. "What matters is we do it together. No more objections, right? Surely not." She stuck out her tongue at Lue-Reeq, then headed to the stairs.

---

"You know," Tart said, "you're not bad. I don't know much about archery, but your technique is very clean. Efficient, no wasted movement, very well timed. I was amazed how fast you could nock arrows and have shots lined up perfectly. It was nice to fight with you. Good job, Reeq."

(drown)

She just had to kill Andreia. All would be well if she killed Andreia. Remember what she had done to Alisaie, to Alphinaud? Blackguard. Scum. Bitch. Just kill her and get it over with!

(ask of me)

"No," Tart cuts him off. "Don't want to stop, just... want you to stop pretending I'm not here."

"Am I?"

"You're not touching me, not saying anything, not even looking at me! What's with that, Reeq?" she pouts.

---

"Reeq, you like it when complimented and told you're doing a good job. I feel the same. So, not asking for more, you're giving back to me." She smiles, putting her hand on his. "I like you. Always want more of you. If you're having a good time then so am I. Wouldn't know that if you don't tell me, though, so let me hear it, yeah?"

(focus)

"you're scaring me a little, right now."

she smiles. "is that bad?"

"not at all. i quite like it."

"good."

(wurm)

"Say, remember when you asked, would I still love you if you were a worm?"

Reeq snorts. "Why yes, I do! I remember perfectly well," he pinches her cheek lightly, "when you told me that you would feed me to your chocobo."

(peel)

The man is ecstatic, so very amused that he cannot hold his giggles back. His feet kick as he laughs and his tail thumps on the floor, shaking with glee. Unable to wait for Reeq to finish his sentence, he fills in with an exclamation:

"Tart!"

Tart only makes himself laugh harder.

(division)

"ishgard has ways of denying certain people's existnce. mean really, completely erase them, unlike the shite that bishop was spewing about himself. my family no longer exists. how dare he accuse me of not understanding how it feels to be rejected? and how dare you take my prey?"

---

tart holds his focus in his right hand, blade in the left. his tail flicks uneasily. "go easy on me, won't you?"

"what? oh my, i never thought i would hear that from the warrior of light!" aymeric laughs as he readies his own sword.

"i'm ill, you blackguard."

"then maybe you should rest properly."

"hasn't helped. this might, so stay still and let me cast magic at you."

(out to the cold)

"--get it, i get it. zenos wanting me makes me a liability. now that you all have the dragon scales' protection, i am not needed anymore. you--they're setting you up as my replacement. no. no, they can't. won't allow it. can't let that happen. oh--you--you're here to kill me. you can't replace me! i'll kill you first! you're dead, estinien wyrmblood!"

(aphelion)

"not that i want to die, g'raha. just... wish i'd died back there. it wouldn't've been good, but it would've been perfect. my life could've ended perfectly. haven't you felt that way too?"

[hungnitan]

My thought of Danheng IL Animated Short Inchor of Two Dragons

First of all, the animation are awesome ! As expected from Honkai division which already make these for more than five years especially the battle parts (lol)

This animation giving us a detail introduction of Danfeng, wow I love his mature cold ruthless vibe ! And addition too, Danfeng using different VA from Danheng which is the real pointer from hoyo that they are really a different person.

But for my thought, it definitely possible this Danfeng is came from Danheng imagination which came from other stories but not the real him since we all know Sedition of IL happens because of him. Many of what Danfeng said kinda contradicting with current situations. That's the reason too I can't believe no memories characters are saying Jingliu Blade Danheng I pointing to you all (lol). Despite the misleading you know what I really scare here, the possibility hoyo make IL companion quest will be around this animated video ! I know Danheng feels so fulfilled but he still not know the real truth, oh sh*t I know he commit a great sin but just let Danfeng rest in peace !

Then HCQ daily life ! After seeing it, I kinda delulu for possibility they would making anime like Cooking with Valkyrie series (so yeah one or two episode of HCQ will be great !)

I won't pointing everyone already know like old Yingxing or matching bracer matching earings or XingYue delulu (lol) but maybe most people missed one truth here, Jing Liu basically the strongest HCQ member !

Mentionable scene : I really shiver around this scene, when Danfeng tilted Danheng chin with his spear, giving him a ruthless vibe (I know it's just Danheng imagination but he was cold person at past lol)

Now I gonna delulu myself around twitter looking at Danfeng tags hahahaha

[shanie]

I will say this again, here, on a new post because I'm on mobile and can't find the old one.

If this is the end of the line for this round of Zowens? I'll be crushed. Not gonna lie. But neither this, Kevin's injury, nor any fallout from them take away from what they accomplished. I'm not going to stand here and pretend that their tag title reign was anything to write home about, but that's not their fault. The tag division on Raw has been shit for ages. Still, they did the best with what they had to work with and for that I am grateful.

But beyond that. Main Event. Wrestlemania. Nobody and I mean NOBODY can take that moment away from them. Nobody can take Wrestlemania away from them, nobody can take Night of Champions away from them, nobody can take Elimination Chamber away from them, nothing and nobody can take away the last entire year from them and everything they accomplished and gave to us.

This sucks. Not gonna lie. If this is real as we all suspect and they're going to have to vacate, yeah, it sucks. But... this is Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens. Their story is NEVER over. They have said so themselves as recently as this past week. They will always be together in some fashion and they will always be connected.

Even if this is the end of this round, it is NOT the end of the story.

Because the story never ends.

Sami and Kevin are forever.

[combatfaerie]

Ficlet: Tag, You're It

Story: Tag, You're It Word count: 1,096 Relationship(s): Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley Also available at: AO3 and Wattpad Summary: Rhea makes a proposal to Liv on the beach. (A wrestleprompts throwback!)

Logically, Liv knew Rhea must have gone out in the sun at some point. She was from Australia, after all, and while Liv had seen pictures of her in shorts, those were mostly gym shots. Somehow, though, seeing Rhea Ripley in any colour but black just seemed wrong.

Seeing Rhea Ripley in a powder blue bikini with white flowers on it should have been an abomination, yet there was something strangely right about it. Liv had started the beach days for the women's roster back when Ruby and Sarah were released and she was feeling lonely and wanted to connect more to the rest of the locker room. Since then, they had grown from a handful of girls to full-out events. Now Becky even brought Roux to some of the gatherings, and the little girl was a big hit with all the women. Rhea was playing with her now, tossing her high in the air and making her squeal, but when she noticed that Liv was off by herself, she passed Roux over to Sonya and headed over. "Hey." Her Australian accent almost reminded Liv of a drawl. "Why are you all the way over here? The fun's happening over there," Rhea said, pointing to where most of the women were gathered.

Liv shrugged lightly. "I know. I'll join in later."

Rhea had started to sit beside her, but stopped and straightened up. "Oh. Cool. If you want some time to yourself—"

"No, no. That's not what I meant. I'm just not… in a crowd mood, I guess." Liv had considered staying home. The beach days had taken on a life of their own far beyond their humble beginnings and no one was able to attend every gathering, but she tried to get to as many as she could. So many of these women had, through no fault of their own, intimidated her at first, and now they were her friends; Liv never wanted to take that for granted again.

Rhea pointed down to the sand. "So you don't mind…?"

Liv shook her head and scooted over, making more room on her towel. "Be my guest."

"I'm fine with a bit of sand," Rhea replied, but she still sat on the edge of the towel anyway. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Just a bit… tired, I guess," Liv said at last. She was tired of saying she was fine, even after finding a coffee cup with the word made into an acronym as Fucked up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional. Lately, that was the epitome of It's funny because it's true for her.

Rhea leaned back on her elbows. "Not sleepy-tired, I take it? More… I need a change tired?"

I need a change, Liv repeated to herself. I need a CHANCE. She thought she was over the survivor-like guilt of not being cut from the roster when her Riott Squad sisters were, but she never quite seemed to gain any traction. "Yeah, I guess that's a good way to put it."

"Want a partner for the ride?" Rhea tapped her chest for emphasis. "I'm talking about me, in case it wasn't clear."

Liv blinked in surprise—and did her best not to stare at Rhea's breasts. Dropping her gaze didn't help much, because then she just got lost in the details of Rhea's sternum tattoo. "You mean... like a tag team? I thought you were over that after tagging with Nikki last year."

Sighing, Rhea glanced over to the cluster of women. Nikki was launching herself into the waves with abandon, making Roux giggle. "I was. But I kinda miss having a teammate, and I figured if you weren't on track for anything and I wasn't on track for anything… well, maybe we can give the tag team division a boost, yeah? We're both going to be in the company for a while, so we need to help build up the women's division. Becky and Bayley can't do it all on their own. The Horsewomen won't be here forever; Mercedes leaving just proves that."

"I… I just thought that since Buddy's gone… well, I don’t know. I thought you might not renew." Liv shrugged, digging her heels into her towel. If Rhea ever wanted to leave WWE, she'd have other companies courting her. It was an enviable position most of the women on the roster didn't share.

But Rhea shook her head. "I'm good here. And he's good doing his thing. So… what do you think?" She rose to her knees—which had the unintended effect of making her taller than Liv yet again—and grabbed Liv's left hand. "Liv Morgan, will you be in a tag team with me?"

"June wedding!" Becky yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth. "June weddings are the best!"

Liv started blushing, but she didn't pull her hand away from Rhea. "Well, I mean it's not really up to us. But if you think Creative would go for it… sure."

"Awesome." Rhea kissed Liv's knuckles before letting go of her hand. "Then that just leaves one last thing," she said, "but you'll have to take off your sunglasses." Before Liv could move, Rhea reached up, slid her sunglasses off, and set them safely on the towel.

"Why? What are you do—?" Liv yelped when Rhea scooped her up and stood, heading towards the ocean. "What are you doing?"

Rhea just grinned, carrying her easily. "Well, we're going to be road wives now, right? So we have to do this right. I have to carry you over the threshold and all that."

"We're not married!" Liv squirmed, but only a bit; she didn't want Rhea to lose her grip on her—and, in all honesty, she didn't exactly mind being carried.

"Details, details." Rhea stopped at the edge of the group and grinned. "She said yes!" Then she made a break for the ocean as the other girls started to clap.

Liv tightened her grip on Rhea's shoulders. "If I'm going in," she yelled, "I'm taking you with me!"

Rhea didn't look bothered in the least. "I was going in anyway. We're a team, right?" Liv didn't even have to try to drag her under the waves; Rhea dived sideways, launching them both into the water. When Rhea resurfaced, her hair was slicked back, making her grin seem even wider. "There. Now it's official. Now we're partners."

Back on the beach, the rest of the girls were clapping; someone was singing the wedding march horribly out of tune. But all Liv's focus was on the woman in front of her. "Partners."

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Find the Word Game XIV

tagged by: @pertinax--loculos!! my words: crumb, next, connect, secure, refer tagging: @pertinax--loculos, @drippingmoon, @druidx, @drabbleitout, and Guetry's sister Genni your words: bed, green, fly, mouth, line, force

crumb(led) (Aurora)—

"Empty your life into the void," the Emmuli said. Encased in Thrive's voice, their words truly wreaked terror. "The cosmos will reap from the depths of your despair and gorge until we are sated."

It threw an arm to slam Warren into the bulkhead, right on his wrist again.

"No," Warren grunted through the stars in his vision. He cradled his throbbing wrist, air returning to his lungs all at once. "I'm not...going down without a fight, fucker. You're gonna...have to try a lot harder than this."

"...Good."

The floor crumbled open and Warren fell down, down to every deck as it engulfed him at each stop, each pause another wallop into solid metal. His muscles and bones already screamed for relief, and the last fall was enough to knock the wind out of him again.

He lost consciousness for a second, but he wouldn't let himself break that soon. He struggled to lift his head and assess his whereabouts.

The shuttle bay. Had he fallen even a little to his left, he would've broken his neck on the top of one of the shuttles.

next (Eternal)—

"Hey, Corin! Long time no see. You look nervous."

Corin glanced from him to Calen and back again. He reeked of guilt and secrecy. "Nothing," he said abruptly. "No, it's nothing."

"Is this about the plan?"

"Actually, no. I'm not sure..." Corin thought through his next words carefully. "Gouna's in my lab."

Warren exited the shuttle, following him away from the shuttle pad. They were silent the whole way to the research lab, other than Corin, who kept over-explaining that he "didn't expect it" and "couldn't have foreseen something like this," though he refused to go into detail about what "it" and "this" was.

Gouna looked up from the workstation, evidently surprised to see them. "Erm...you're here."

"Yeah? Where the hell else would I be?" Warren frowned. "What's going on?"

connect(ion) (Warpath)—

Thrive's jaw tensed and he turned to Sathmax. The rest of the room fell silent, Hondris sniffing quietly, and Warren shook his head, holding it over the table.

"Last week," Sathmax said, his connection stuttering before clearing up, "there were reports from Node security of viruses being sent to terminals set up along one neighborhood of the Eastern Division. They were cleared up and nobody thought anything of it. Perhaps…perhaps we should've thought something of it."

"It's not your fault," Warren said.

Sathmax's projection flickered red and froze. The static got louder, the stuttering more prominent, until it was all that could be heard besides a lone voice, distorted across the channel.

"Are you sure about that, Your Highness?"

Vriea's fingers flew over the touchscreen of the console. "I can't close the call."

"The good delegate Sinkship's blood is on the hands of those who refuse to declare the High Immortal the one and only king of the Joined Galaxies. Be sure you're not in the way, Your Highness."

The call ended abruptly, plunging the room into darkness.

"Oh...god," Warren said at length. He stared at the space that once held the frozen image of Delegate Sathmax, paralyzed with disbelief. "FaiTh is revolting for you?"

When he turned to Thrive, he was pale and trying very hard not to outwardly show his outrage.

secure (Rebirth)—

The rest of the time was spent in mostly silence on the bridge, Warren occasionally glancing at Guetry as he stared into nothing while his tattoo and the scar in his temple lit up. Varussa and Emnophene conversed among themselves, partially in what Warren assumed was telepathy as they couldn't seem to finish a sentence out loud to save their lives.

He left the bridge and made his way down to the engine room, far in the underbelly of the Ganymede. Greeted with a wall of heat upon stepping over the threshold of the open door, he took a deep breath to keep himself from asphyxiating.

"My god," he coughed, and the door closed behind him. "How can you stand this?"

Three enormous pistons chugged along in a section of the back of the room secured by glass walls, occasionally sparking with electricity that seemed to feed into the bulkhead behind them, which had been fitted with some kind of material that absorbed the electricity and pulsed into channels that ran into the ceiling. Lights in the floor ebbed and faded, almost breathing, and the air was musty and thick with engine heat.

Alec looked over from a wall panel. "You should see what it's like when the coolant system isn't working." She swiped the back of her wrist over her face. "Hiya. Need something?"

refer (Aurora)—

"You've protected us all from several threats," Latx said, standing straight again. "We're showing our reverence."

Thrive acknowledged the red flag yet kept calm. "...Reverence."

"Yes," DeCosta said. "As the ruler of Tournaltis—"

"I am no longer the sole Leader of Tournaltis," Thrive interrupted. "Even so, I was hardly deserving of the reverence one would bestow upon a…" He trailed off, his shoulders tensing.

Mydhassa smiled at him, but it didn't feel as kind as he'd intended. A layer of manic glee presented itself from within that smile. "...A king?"

That was the trigger word. Thrive's frown deepened and he shook his head. "No. Please do not ever refer to me as a king again. That is not how I've established the government of my planet to proceed."

"Not of Tournaltis," Sussa said levelly. "Of the neighboring galaxies. Of Ashva and Ashvara." Her expression couldn't be read. "We've taken to accepting you as our leader. Our king." She shrugged her shoulders. "The High Immortal."

[corrodedbisexual]

So here's something mildly terrifying. Anyone feeling nostalgic for the color of the sky? Tumblr polls have the goddamn color of the sky potential. There is a symbol limit on answers, but seemingly no symbol limit on the actual questions.

What's more, doesn't matter how long it is, it does NOT count as a long post, on mobile or on web, so it will display fully on your dash. Absolutely wonderful. You can really feel the 2013 vibes.

So here's a poll with the entire Bee Movie script in the question. Enjoy. I'm putting it under a readmore line because I'm not a goddamn animal. But believe me that I've tested on a sideblog without readmore, and it absolutely displays as an unshortened scrolling disaster on your dash.

@staff my dudes. What the hell. Don't you know your site is full of trolls and gremlins?

@staffs-secret-blog you guys are totally secretly running the hellsite so I'm tagging you as well.

[handlewithcharacter]

I was reading your tags for Kara/Lena and Drarry and got so curious about the supergirl fandom what happened??? Was the supergirl actress homophobic?? The one who was in glee and that’s why she wasn’t?!?

OH MY GOD OKAY I AM SO SORRY FOR WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN

The place? San Diego Comic Con. The year? 2017. Everything seems normal. Casts of shows are doing interviews, cracking jokes, it's a good time. And then the Supergirl cast are interview by MTV. And Jeremy Jordan sings a little musical recap of the previous season, in which he jokes that Kara and Lena are just friends. Well, I say joked...he very enthusiastically insists they're just friends. It is, shall we say, tactless. The cast seems surprised but are all laughing to various extents. Later on in the interview they're asked about shipping, and Jeremy Jordan says he's probably going to get some hate for his having "debunked Supercorp." Melissa Benoist tells him that he's "very brave."

Thus ends the part of this story that physically takes place at Comic Con 2017, but the real drama is just getting started.

(the page break is here for dramatic effect, but also because this somehow got very long)

You have to understand, anon, this is in between the second and third seasons of Supergirl. Karamel (Kara and Mon-El) were season 2's highly divisive power couple and the Karamel stans were making it everyone's business to know they had come out of the season on top. And you'd think they'd be in the midst of a great ship war with Karolsen (Kara and James) who decided to just be friends at the start of the season, but nope! No, their big enemy was the Supercorp fans. It was heated. It was tense. There was a block list that got circulated.

I'd say the Supergirl ship wars were the worst I'd ever encountered, but I would go on to join the Timeless fandom, and learned the very hard lesson of why small fandoms and ship wars should not mix. That being said, I'd put the Supercorp/Karamel drama as worse than the Clexa/Bellarke drama, if that helps put things into context for you at all.

So, suffice it to say, the internet was in upheaval over this.

Since I was firmly on the Supercorp side of the Supercorp/Karamel divide at the time, I can't say with much certainty how Karamel shippers reacted, though I assume they were pleased with themselves. But Supercorp fans were not okay. See, anon, I don't know when you started your journey into fandom, but in case it was after this, 2017 was a much different time. Lesbian ships weren't really shipped with the intention of them becoming canon since it was only recently that lesbian ships had started becoming canon, and wlw fandom spaces were all still reeling from the Great Lesbian Purge of 2016, in which roughly 40% of the canon queer women on television were killed off during the television season. (To this day I will watch shows and a queer woman will unexpectedly die for seemingly only shock value, and I'll be horrified, until I see the date the episode aired. Spring of 2016? Yeah, that tracks. Deep sigh. Lost another one to the Bury Your Gays.) Lesbian ships did not have the strength in canon that straight ships had, or the mainstream nerd appeal that gay male ships had. Not only did you have to contend with bitter ship wars, you had to contend with everyone telling you that you shouldn't be shipping the ship in the first place, that having a vested interest in a ship that would never happen was a lost cause and a question of sanity. To be a fan of a wlw ship was to be shut down at every single turn when you weren't even asking to go down the road and were just looking to see a potential view.

(Supercorp was far from the only ship to ever have to put up with this. If you take a look at fandom history, you'll see this countless times. Heck, the Xena fans who wanted Xena to end up with Ares were very determined that the lesbians would not overtake their show.)

But for some people, Supercorp was their first wlw ship. Their first queer community. Their first validation that it wasn't wrong to look at the main character of an incredibly popular show and wonder what it would be like if she kissed her same-gender best friend. I sincerely hope, anon, that whatever flavor you may favor, you have found that kind of validation in your media. It's liberating.

And now here you had Jeremy Jordan and Melissa Benoist "debunking" the myth that Kara and Lena could ever have feelings for each other. In all ways except physical, it was like the Supercorp fandom had just participated in the ice bucket challenge. And, whether it was as part of the Supergirl fandom or elsewhere, the Supercorp fans had already been through hell. It got ugly. Then there were memes. Then there was a lot of hate tweeting. Then there were people yelling about the hate tweeting. Mostly everyone was just a weird mix of angry and sad. These were two actors, two of the leads on this show, engaging in this behavior. It was a gut punch when everyone was already down.

Friday night, Jeremy Jordan releases an apology. It's not really an apology. It's an "I'm sorry you're upset" with a lot of condemnation and self defense. It has the general vibes that we'd describe in 2023 as "it's not that deep," but instead of addressing it to the fans, he condescendingly addresses it "Hey Kids."

Yeah, he'd spend the weekend regretting that.

Sunday, Jeremy Jordan would put out another apology. It was a sincere one this time, admitting he messed up and didn't truly understand the implications of what he was saying or the deep roots of homophobia in fandom culture. Most people accepted this - he was an idiot who made a mistake. Time would tell if he made it again. (Spoiler alert: he did not.) Some people, however, are still mad.

And then there was Melissa Benoist. Mind you, I don't think she personally acknowledged any of this at all. But her publicist sent out a statement (according to the fact checking I'm doing as I write this, it was in a private email to a fan, who then posted the response to tumblr) that Melissa was a proven ambassador of LGBT acceptance, as shown by her work on Glee. Uh, yeah. So that became a meme.

This, more or less, is where our story ends, unless you count a since-deleted Blind Item put out by TVLine that may or may not have been about the cast of Supergirl (but was heavily speculated to be about the cast of Supergirl) in which someone overheard two actors fighting before an interview the following day about one of their behavior, that ended when the other said "I just can't talk about this right now." (I am so bummed I cannot link this article, anon, you have no idea.) (The leading theory was that Katie McGrath, who of course came to Supergirl already having amassed a sizable queer following from her role in Merlin and also possibly her role in Dracula, gave Mr. Jordan a piece of her mind about what was and wasn't acceptable to say to a queer fan.)

And that's my tale. In addition to the season they were promoting, the cast of Supergirl would go on to do four more seasons and manage to get out of the Arrowverse without overstaying their welcome or being cancelled unceremoniously. And they moved on. Jeremy Jordan went back to New York, where he returned to Broadway and Off-Broadway and he's soon to be Off-Off-Broadway in the premiere of The Great Gatsby: the Musical. He also along the way ended up playing one of Hallmark's very first gay main characters. Katie McGrath went on to be a bisexual character on an Irish show, do the audiobook narration for a lesbian period romance novel, and is a masked evil lady in the new John Wick tv show. And Melissa Benoist went on to do a lot of incredible things in her personal life that don't necessarily belong in this little essay I've written here.

Genuinely, I wish everyone in that cast all the best.

Anon, I am so sorry this got as long as it did. I hope this answered your question!

[aspenmissing]

𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

The impala is traveling along a quiet, dark road. Sam, Dean and Y/N are arguing.

"Because Demon, that's why" Y/N snaps, looking at Sam in the rearview mirror, her hands gripping the steering wheel.

"I mean the second you find out that Ruby chick is a Demon you go for the holy water! You don't chat!"

"No one was chatting, Y/N" Sam says.

"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you send her ass back to hell?" Dean says.

"Because - Because she said she might be able to help us out!"

"How?" Sam pauses "No really, Sam, how? How could she possibly help us?" Y/N asks.

"She told me she could help you, Ok?" Sam says. Dean doesn't seem to get it but Y/N looks back to the road "Help you get out of the crossroads deal" Dean and Y/N shares a look before she looks at Sam incredulously.

"What is wrong with you, huh? She's lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is - it's me" She Pause "What else did she say?" Sam stays silent.

"Dude?" Dean says.

"Nothing" Sam pauses "Nothing, Ok?! Look I'm not an idiot Guys, I'm not talking about trusting her, I'm talking about using her. I mean we're at war, right? And we don't know jack about the enemy; we don't know where they are, we don't know what they're doing. I mean, hell, we don't know what they want. Now this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. Now yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it"

"You’re okay right, I mean you're feeling, okay?" Y/N asks.

"Yes, I'm fine, why are you always asking me that?" A phone starts ringing. Sam sighs and reaches for his own.

"It's not mine" Y/N goes for hers.

"Not me, you" She asks, looking at Dean. He goes for his.

"Nope" Dean pauses "Check the glove compartment, it's Dad's"

"Dad's?" Sam asks.

"Yes, we keep it charged up in case any of his old contacts call" Y/N says. She opens the glove compartment, finds John's phone and answers it.

"Hello? Yes...I'm Julia Casey, Edgar Caseys daughter...No! No, no, no, don't - don't call the police, I'll handle this myself. Thanks. You know, can you just uh, can you just lock it back up for me? Great. Uhm, I- I uh, I don't have my - my book in front of me" she gestures to Dean for a pen "do you- do you have the address so I can... Sure, OK. Go ahead. Right, thanks a lot" Y/N ends the call "Dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?"

"What?" Sam asks.

"Outside of Buffalo?"

"No way" Dean says shaking his head.

"Yeah. And someone just broke into it"

==

The three are in an elevator

"Man..." Dean scoffs.

"What?" Sam and Y/N ask in unison.

"Just Dad. You know him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man"

"Well, we're about to learn something" Sam says.

"Hopefully good" Y/N says. The three exit the elevator and find the storage container. Y/N unlocks the padlock and opens the sliding door, the three with flashlights at the ready. On the dusty floor of the container is a symbol drawn in red, along with several bloody footprints.

"No demons allowed"

"Blood" Y/N holds up a tripwire which is attached to a shotgun hidden in a large animal skull "Check this out"

"Whoever broke in here got tagged" Dean says.

"Dear old Dad. I got two sets of boot treads here, like it was a two-man job. And out friend with the buckshot in him looks like he kept walking" Y/N says.

"So, what's the deal? Dad would go work here or something?"

"Living the high life, as usual" Sam, Dean and Y/N venture further inside. Dean aims his flashlight on the skull and shakes his head, laughing. Sam looks over a desk while Y/N picks up a trophy from a shelf, scraping the dust off.

"1995" She reads. Sam comes over and Y/N passes him the trophy.

"No way" He looks at it "That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this"

"Yeah...it was probably about the closest you ever came to being a boy" Dean wanders over to another find "Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade" Dean laughs and pumps the shotgun.

"Yeah...no. You asked me to help you" Y/N says, looking through a box. Y/N suddenly screams as a hand is around her neck, Dean and Sam rush over to help her, bringing out their guns. Before they could shoot, she starts to laugh. She pulls away and the fake bloody hand is in her hand.

"You asshole" Dean says, putting away his gun, followed by Sam who starts to walk away.

"Man, I used to scare the hell out of you with this" She throws the hand away and they continue to look around. Sam moves further into the container and opens a door to a back room. The chain on the door has been cut. Y/N, Sam and Dean enter and move their flashlights around the room.

"Holy crap. Look at this, he had land mines.... Which they didn't take. Or the guns" Dean says.

"I guess they knew what they were after huh" Y/N says. Sam spots boxes inscribed with symbols on a far shelf.

"Hey guys, check this out. See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are cursed boxes"

"Cursed boxes? Th- they're supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right, kinda like the Pandora deal?" Dean says.

"Yeah. Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object"

"Well Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes ... He never did say where they ended up" Y/N says.

"Yeah. Well, this must be his toxic waste dump." Sam notices a rectangular shape in the dust and runs his finger along the dust "One box is missing... Great"

"Well maybe they didn't open it" Dean says.

"You keep telling yourself that"

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N pull up in the alley beside an apartment block, next to another car. Dean leans out and checks the car's plate.

"Connecticut. Last three digits 880," He says.

"Yep, that's it," Sam replies.

"Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera..." Y/N says as she and Dean share a look, smirking. Sam, Dean, and Y/N break into the apartment, armed, and sneak inside.

"Royal Flush. Grossman, that’s the second Royal Flush in eight hands," a man says.

"Yeah, this is a lot of fun," Grossman says.

"I can't lose. I mean really, I - I can't lose!" The man grabs the rabbit's foot. "Maybe this thing really works? You know what I'm saying? Ah - I tell you something there's no way in Hell we are handing it over to that stuck-up bitch now, not after all we've been through. Uh uh. Let's go, huh? Let's get out of here, let's go have some fun." Dean, Sam, and Y/N burst into the room, guns drawn.

"Freeze, Freeze! Nobody Move!" Dean shouts.

"Don't move," the two guys start to back away.

"Don't move!" Y/N shouts.

"What is this?" Wayne asks.

"Stop!"

"All right, give us the box. And please tell me that you didn't-" Y/N is cut off by Sam.

"Oh, they did."

"You opened it?!" Dean says, shoving Wayne against the wall.

"Are you guys cops?" He asks.

"Huh?" Dean snaps.

"Are you guys cops?!"

"What was in the box?" Dean asks. Wayne glances over at the coffee table where the rabbit's foot sits, the twins following his gaze.

"Oh, was that it? It was, wasn't it?" She speaks.

"What is that thing?" Dean asks. Wayne uses Dean's distraction to knock the gun from his hand. It falls to the floor, causing it to fire. The bullet ricochets off a radiator and hits Sam's gun, causing him to drop it. The then ricochets off his gun to Y/N, which grazes off her hand.

"Son of a bitch!" Y/N shouts in surprise and she drops her gun to hold her hand. The same bullet then ricochets again and breaks a lamp. Sam and Grossman both go for Sam's gun. Grossman pushes Sam into Dean. He falls back on the coffee table, breaking it and launching the rabbit's foot into the air.

"Sorry!" Sam says. Grossman throws himself at Y/N, sending the two to the floor, and then starts punching Y/N in the face. Wayne goes for Dean's gun. As he picks it up and aims for Y/N, he hits Dean, who had just gotten up, square in the chin, knocking him down again. Grossman begins to strangle Y/N. She desperately tries to reach for her gun. "Guys, I got it," Sam calls, the rabbit's foot in his hand. Y/N manages to stretch her hand enough to reach her gun and hits Grossman in the head, making him let go of her head. She kicks him into the wall behind him and he falls to the floor, she lays back onto the floor to catch her breath. Wayne moves forward and cocks Dean's gun in Sam's face.

"No, you don't," Wayne says as he tries to shoot Sam, only for his gun to jam. He panics and tries to clear the chamber. Dean gets up and then pulls Y/N to her feet, and the two try to stop him. Wayne is surprised and stumbles back, tripping over a rug and falling back over the couch. He knocks himself out. Sam, Dean, and Y/N share a look, confused. Grossman has got his hands on Sam's gun and tries to point it at Sam.

"Sam!" Y/N shouts. As Grossman moves, the books on the bookshelves behind him suddenly fall off and onto his head, knocking him out cold. Sam's gun flies out of his hand and Sam catches it. The twins look at him astounded.

"That was a lucky break!" Y/N pauses. "Is that a rabbit's foot?!" Sam holds it up.

"I think it is."

"Huh."

==

Dean walks over to the Impala with a paper bag in his hand and gets in. Sam and Y/N are inside. Y/N's hand has been wrapped up due to being grazed by the bullet. Dean takes something out of the bag.

"I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal," Y/N says. Dean holds up several scratch cards in front of Sam.

"Dean, come on."

"What?! Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head, and my gun don't jam. So that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. Here, scratch one. C'mon Sam, scratch and win!" Dean hands over a coin and a card. Sam scratches it.

"Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise, Dad wouldn't have locked it up," Sam hands the card back, Y/N looks over.

"$1200...You just won $1200," She says. Dean and Y/N laugh and holler.

"I don't know, man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me!" Dean hands Sam another card expectantly. Later Dean lays out 6 scratch cards on the hood of the Impala, calculating their winning.

"Oh, man!" Dean laughs. He looks to Y/N who is sat on the hood "Dude, we're up fifteen grand," She laughs.

"Man, we need to go to Vegas," She jokes. The two laugh before looking at Sam, who is on the phone to Bobby, who bends down to pick something up. He turns to show the twins a gold watch. Y/N opens her mouth in shock.

"Awesome!" Dean mutters to him with a smirk. Sam puts the rabbit's foot in his jacket pocket before ending his call.

"Dude! We're up fifteen grand," Dean says. Sam gives a half-smile, looking worried, which didn't go unnoticed by Y/N.

==

The three enter a restaurant.

"Don't worry, Bobby will find a way to break it," Y/N says.

"Until then I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man," Dean says looking at Sam.

"Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, OK?" Sam turns to the restaurant owner "Hi, uh, table for three please."

"Congratulations!" The restaurant owner shouts. An alarm goes off.

"It's exciting, I know," Dean says.

"You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!" Staff start singing and taking photographs. Balloons and streamers fall from the ceiling. Sam looks embarrassed while Dean and Y/N look ecstatic. Later the three are sat at a table. Sam is on his laptop. Dean is eating a bowl of ice cream and Y/N is drinking a milkshake.

"Bobby's right. This lore goes way back. Pure Hoodoo. You can't just cut one off any rabbit. Has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on a Friday the thirteenth."

"I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's," Dean says.

"They have the best milkshakes," Y/N says. Dean is struck with brain freeze from the ice cream. Sam and Y/N laugh as a waitress approaches their table with more coffee.

"Can I freshen you up?" She asks Sam.

"Yeah, yeah sure. Thanks," The waitress pours Sam more coffee but, smiling at him, spills some.

"Oh!"

"Oh! Oh, I uh-"

"Let me mop up here."

"No, no don't worry it's okay, it's okay- I got it, uh..."

"It's no trouble, really," The waitress says.

"Okay."

"Sorry about that."

"It's all right," Sam says. The waitress appears to be flirting with Sam. Sam gives Dean and Y/N a look. The waitress finishes cleaning up and walks away, looking over her shoulder as she goes and smiles. Sam and Dean both lean in and watch her retreating.

"Dude. If you ever gonna get lucky..." Sam smirks.

"Shut up."

"Girls, behave," Y/N says, drinking her milkshake. Sam goes to pick up his coffee, knocks the cup over and manages to spill it all over the table and himself. Sam jumps out of his seat.

"Oh! Oh Geez, uh," Sam turns and a waiter with a full tray crash straight into him, sending things flying and causing a scene. Dean and Y/N look shocked "Sorry!" Sam turns to Y/N and Dean.

"How was that good?" Dean asks. Sam searches his jacket pocket and comes up empty, realizing the rabbit foot’s gone.

"Son of a bitch," Y/N says and she and Dean rush to get out of the seats.

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#or my favourite - 'this relationship that is full of red flags is actually toxic because the guy is old...' i've seen that at least twice 😂

My Top Posts in 2022:

#4

"they brought back what makes Dracula so terrifying as a villain, especially to women" my dude I need to HEAR this essay PLEASE

Yeah I really should have said "particularly to women" because the general theme is applicable to anyone of any gender but in this film, it's about women- this is why I shouldn't write reviews late at night, bloody hell. 

(edit) I feel I should clarify something - please do not watch The Invitation thinking that it’s going to be an A24-style Serious Horror Flick. While it’s got some serious themes included in the story, it is still very much a love-letter to old relatively-campy gothic horror vampire flicks. I had a ton of fun watching this film, but I also picked up on the thematic elements, too. 

Anyway - I'm going to be vague here because I don't want to spoil things but here it goes (and this is a combo of my opinions and what the director/writer has said about her intentions)

The way I see it, The Invitation is based around the interpretation that Dracula is a symbol of rich, powerful older generations preying on, controlling and wanting to destroy younger generations. In this case, preying on, controlling and wanting to destroy women. It also explores how that level of power corrupts others and drives people (particularly rich, powerful people) to do insanely immoral acts, just for the sake of approval from their higher-ups. And just how far back this kind of evil goes.

It also explores how women from different eras and class backgrounds react when having their choices taken away from them. Some are power-hungry and are more than happy to sacrifice their choices for the sake of a higher position and don't give a shit about when it happens to women in lower classes, while others are struggling to find the courage to stand up for themselves so they accept that this is the right way for them to live and try desperately to find the positives in this.

But then there's Evie, the main character. She is modern woman from a working class background who is looked down on by her rich clients at her job where she works as a catering server, and can't stand it when she sees workers being mistreated by their bosses. So she's brought into this grand, elegant world filled with luxury and is swept off her feet by the lord of the manor. But then she realises that the price she must pay in return is the loss of control over her life. To basically become a prisoner and slave to her master/husband's whim... yeah, not-spoiler-alert-cos-its-in-the-trailer, she doesn't take that lying down.

So, to summarise - it's all about breaking this centuries-old cycle of violence against women and dismantling a system that thrives off the oppression of women.

Very topical film, wouldn't you agree?

But yeah, in conclusion - I fucking loved this film. These themes are present throughout and made even clearer as the film goes on. I highly recommend checking it out (it seems to be divisive so it might not be good to you but that’s ok if that’s the case - this is just my opinion) and I hope my vague ramblings make sense 😂

458 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#3

Hmm... a dandy gentleman who is mocked by his peers because he can’t live up to stupid society’s standards of what a “real man” is... and a laidback yet grumpy chaotic Goth who has a notorious reputation but is really not that bad, all things considered... 

I guess what I’m saying is, Stede and Edward are (well, might be, it sure looks like it) the Ineffable Husbands: Pirate Edition.

461 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

#2

One thing I really appreciated about The Sandman on Netflix was that it wasn’t gratuitously violent. This is a dark comic series, I understand that. But, personally, I think it’s way more effective when its either implied or you see the aftermath and even then not nearly as much as you’d think. 

And I know the show did tone down some of the most disturbing elements from the comics but even then, it was still effectively disturbing without being gross about it. There was also a lot of focus on the dread and suspense building up to the horrific act than showing the actual act. Which is really good because that gives you more time to connect with the characters, so that when they do die or don’t die, you have a relatively strong emotional reaction. 

Look, i’m a “less is more” kind of gal. And I thought that was extremely well executed here. 

678 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Remember when it was revealed that Morticia’s mum was the Wicked Witch of the West? 😂

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