#Baron and his rectangle

[ikemengoessbrrrrr]

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Small comic inspired from @catsafarithewriter incorecttcrquotes

[elmuvahva]

let me talk about leo and donnie’s matching clothes pLEASE

plus a lil bit of mikey and raph near the end :>

so we all know the obvious ones like in ‘repairin’ the baron’ and in ‘man vs sewer’

but i want to talk about the little things hehe. starting with the two mentioned above anyways lmaooo

yes they’re matching but i love the little differences they add on. leo wears a blue undershirt, fully going ride or die with his blue theme, while donnie goes for a white undershirt for a more classic look.

i think that says a lil but about their characters and how they thought to present themselves to april’s mum (who they thought they were meeting). they both wanted to look good hence the stunning matching outfits, but leo also wanted to be himself (hence the blue undershirt), compared to donnie who wanted to appeal to april’s mother (hence the more classic look with the white).

in man vs sewer, they are both wearing the singlet and board short combo, however leo opts for simplicity and ‘laidbackness’ keeping the bare minimum and keeping his shirt loose and untucked. donnie on the other hand goes further and adds the extra decorative shirt to really hammer home the ‘i’m not a useful member of society’ and the holiday/break vibes he’s trying so hard to feel. he also chooses to tuck his shirt in, which i think is just a personal stylistic choice, one which extenuates and shows off the board shorts more and one which mirrors his belt that’s a part of his usual outfit.

now onto snow day :>

at a brief glance it doesn’t seem like they’re matching but you’d be wRONG! they’re wearing the same shoes, pants and scarf, however they choose different jackets and headgear according to their personal tastes (i also wanna point out how donnie’s pants are more boxy/puffy at the bottom to fit with his whole rectangle theme, while leo’s are tucked in firmly, providing a more angular/triangular look).

leo chose a sirius black looking leather jacket bc why wouldn’t he lmaooo. it very much screams leo in the sense of his faceman attitude and his ‘confidence.’ he also chose a beanie which provides a more hippie, laidback and cool vibe.

donnie, ever the nerd, matches his jacket and headwear, as they both have the light purple fluff. donnies jacket is also much more practical and feels like something you’d see skii-ers (how tf do you spell that), hikers and snow-bikers wear. he’s also wearing the ugliest fucking hat /lh that’s reminiscent of what those occupations also wear.

so what we can take away from this is that leo will look cool whatever the weather and donnie will dress for the practicality of the occasion.

now in the clothes dont make the turtle there are A LOT of matching outfits, not just from donnie and leo, for example, in the images above, all the boys are wearing classic black suits with white button downs, however they all style them differently.

i’d also like to note the slight differences on the collars of the suit jackets (leo and donnie’s are matching, mikey’s is more rounded with a lil point and raph’s mirrors his spikes).

they all style their suits differently by using different ties. leo goes for a black and blue striped tie, which i think showcases his sense of style and his playfulness in comparison to raph, who decides to play it safe with a classic one-toned tie.

mikey goes for a cute bowtie bc why wouldn’t he he’s adorable, and it also fits in with him being the youngest and ‘the baby’, as bowties are most commonly worn by kids.

donnie decides to completely forego the tie altogether bc he doesn’t need it, he’s already stunning 😩 lmao but i actually think he’s just really playing into his emotionally unavailable bad boy image.

there’s also these matching monstrosities for god knows what reason

and it’s not super matchy, but raph and leo also both rock the singlet under the open button down shirt (though the colours are swapped and leo pops the collar causes he’s an idiot /aff)

and lastly!! these outfits. now at first glance, you’re probably thinking ‘elva what the fuck are you going on about’ BUT just hear me out!!

they both have ripped aspects to their outfits, leo’s at the shoulders and donnie’s at the waist. it’s obviously not an intentional match but i think they just subconsciously did it :>

they’re also both wearing head accessories, though in totally different styles (leo with his backwards cap to look ‘cool’ while donnie adorns a beanie to complete his LA hipster vibe)

ugh i’ve met the image limit for this post so here’s the link to the post that continues my rambling lolol

[deepsuns]

rambling headcanons (part 1?)

feyd-rautha centric / house harkonnen

literally just my personal thoughts while writing out my feyd-rautha fanfic. feel free to use my ideas with credit if you like ❤️ enjoy my ridiculously large extrapolation of Dune material that sounds like insanity

• the marks painted on feyd-rautha's skin are rectangles, or purposefully/artfully changed rectangles. rectangles are relative to the number four, which in some cultures references "death". i would equate it, in relation to the harkonnens, as being from Slavic mythology - the god Svetovid has four heads and is a god of abundance/war (in which the harkonnens are engaged in kanly with house atreides, making it a good metaphor for fanfics). additionally, the rectangle is the metaphor used upon anything meant for use in life: here, in the arena, feyd-rautha is being prepared for "use" by the Baron to display himself during his birthday and appease the masses. with the rectangles painted upon his chest signifying the number four, feyd-rautha is being prepared to bring death in abundance for house harkonnen. with svetovid having four heads, i would also suspect these heads are the following: the Baron, feyd-rautha, lady jessica, and paul, each to represent an aspect of house harkonnen unconsciously.

• touch is a sacred thing. intimacy (true intimacy, that is, such as vulnerability/affection/tenderness) is a sacred thing. the harkonnens do not indulge in casual touch, but the Baron blasphemes this aspect of his house practice by doing so casually towards feyd-rautha (and so have those before him). the servants do not touch feyd-rautha at all during the preparation hall scene, and are wearing gloves to apply the ink/paste. in addition, feyd-rautha is careful not to truly touch anyone outside of canon typical violence. also, there is a heavy chance of poison being present on skin as well.

• house harkonnen is a house that admires power and strength. by that thought, we can assume that margot fenring's remark in the books ("here is one that will not let himself go to fat") internally as she regards feyd-rautha, insinuates that the baron has willingly let himself go to fat after his illness but is still respected due to his wealth and power. by comparison, feyd-rautha is the perfect visual of an heir and everything that the baron is not and he does his best to mold him into a different shape.

• feyd-rautha engages in mithridatism, or the self administration of lethal poisons in non-lethal amounts. it would not be out of the realm of possibility that assassination attempts happen often in regards to house harkonnen, and poison is the most subtle way to do so, whether it is by skin on skin contact, proximity, through food or drink, or simply touching an object.

• in house harkonnen, masochism/sadomasochism would be a heavy coping method, alongside extreme versions of hypersexuality. such a violent and dangerous house is doomed to have those who cannot stomach it or are majorly human, and manipulates their tastes in childhood to that of the extremes rather than normality.

[jortschronicles]

A Coat Fit for a Hersir

By Doña Ashildr inn Harfagri, 2024

Purpose

This coat is constructed for HE Brynjólfr Austmannaskelfir, Baron of Bonwicke, to wear at his baronial investiture with HE Beatrix Funteyn. Brynjólfr requested a Hedeby coat and referenced a red and gold coat frequently featured by the living history society Swehanaz. The featured coat is a cross-body coat that appears to fit fairly slim through the upper torso and arms while flaring past the waist and knees to allow for freedom of movement.

Vendel Period impression by Matt Bunker, from a pattern created by Swehanaz member Dave Huggins[1]

This style of coat is depicted clearly on the Sutton Hoo helmet in the design commonly referred to as “The Dancing Warriors” where the coats appear to have contrast, decorative facing around the edges of the front opening, the hem, and the cuffs, along with what could be trim along the outermost edge. 

Detail of a motif on the Sutton Hoo helmet, commonly referred to as the Dancing Warriors.[2]

Detail of a repeating motif on the Sutton Hoo helmet, commonly referred to as the The Rider and Fallen Warrior. [3]

Design

Rather than finding or buying an existing interpreted pattern, I decided to interpret based on the Dancing Warriors and the Rider and Fallen Warrior, as well as other similar garments. Foremost among my other references is the Bocksten tunic[4], well known for its simple, geometric construction and use of triangular gussets to add fullness to the skirt of the tunic. For this interpretation, I opted for a single, rectangular back panel, mirrored trapezoids for the front, triangular gores to insert into the side edges for fullness, and two-part paired trapezoids for each sleeve. The division of the sleeves was made after laying out a cutting diagram and realizing that, given the fabric width of the most precious, outer layer of fabric, splitting the sleeves into a larger and a smaller trapezoid would better optimize my cutting and reduce fabric wastage. As with many of my patterning decisions across early period garments, I opt for the most efficient use of fabric for my modern fabric widths as the tailors of the time may have opted for efficient cutting diagrams for their own fabric widths. 

The recipient provided a red and black diamond weave linen for the outer layer, white linen for the lining, a gold silk for the contrast edge, and green woolen trim for accent. The recipient prefers triangular gores to side slits and prefers the look of trim “joining” the contrast silk edge to the main outer fabric. Embellishments such as trim or embroidery are common in Viking Age and medieval garments along seams and other potential weak areas, rather than just as decoration. I have also found anecdotally that seams which I have reinforced with either decorative stitching or by laying trim across the seam in question wear out less quickly than other, similar seams on my own garb. I speculate this is due to the application of trim spreading the force applied to the seam across two more lines of attachment, where the trim is tacked down along the two joined fabrics.

One frustrating design element is the presence or lack of the decorative edge along the back of the neck. As both designs from the Sutton Hoo helmet depict the torso square to the viewer, neither gives a clue to this design element. Many interpretations of this garment forego the decorative edge along the back of the neck entirely, but my original plan and design for this garment include this design element. As I have opted to go with a non-tailored design consisting of rectangles and trapezoids, the back of neck portion would be a simple rectangle. Additionally, the continuous piece of wool trim across the shoulders to the neck may ease some of the stress along the shoulder seam and yield a longer-lasting garment by distributing the stress down the front and back vertically.

After the design was finalized with the recipient of the coat, I came across The Klappenrock: A Viking warrior's Coat From 10th C Haithabu, an A&S paper by Elska á Fjárfelli (mka Susan Verberg) which highlights specific analysis of the extant fragments and provides fascinating details surrounding the cultural milieu that may have produced this coat as well as options for different interpretations of this coat. 

Method

After an initial fitting in muslin to confirm length and mobility while wearing, the pieces were traced with chalk onto medium weight white linen[5] and the red and black diamond linen[6]. This choice of outer is remarkably appropriate to Haithabu, where approximately 6 fragments of diamond weave twill fabric were found and at least one was dyed red[7]. While all the colors were chosen in order to match the heraldry of the barony with Or, gules, and vert. Due to the looser weave and drape of the diamond linen, I experimented on scraps with different thread, gauges, and methods of sewing.

By machine with polyester all purpose thread

By hand with polyester all purpose thread

By machine with cotton thread

By hand with cotton thread

By machine with linen thread

By hand with linen thread

All attempts to sew the fabric with a machine resulted in unsightly puckering and even snagging of the delicate weave of the fabric, no matter the tension, new needle, or foot I switched out. Hand sewing with the thinner cotton and polyester threads did not produce sturdy seams and in the case of the polyester thread, actually sliced through some of the weft fibers when put under moderate stress. Sewing by hand with a thicker thread (the black 80/3 linen I had on hand) posed less damage to the base material and produced less puckering and was the final decision. Partway through the construction process the 80/3 was replaced with 80/2 due to availability issues. 

After cutting out the linen pieces, I ran them all through the sewing machine to overlock the edges so they could be safely transported as I handsewed anywhere I could. This is the only machine sewing on the garment, and the majority of it was trimmed off during the process of felling. The machine sewing is obviously not a period technique.

The coat is constructed by suit lining, so that the white linen's density and structure can reinforce all seams. The construction seams are backstitched, as seen above, with an average gauge of 8-12 stitches per inch. While the majority of construction stitches in archaeological finds seem to be running stitch[8], I did not yet trust my hand sewing to be sufficiently sturdy with just running stitch. The seams around the shoulder, armscye, and sleeves are flat felled open with a whip stitch as seen in Haithabu and York to reduce bulk, and the seams along the gores are run-and-felled as bulk is less of a concern. 

What Did I Learn?

Next time I make a garment of this type, I will use a running stitch for the low-stress seams such as the sides and underside of the sleeves. I will also round up the front corners of the coat to prevent the “handkerchief” effect produced by the hanging as-is. I would also like to make one of these with fur accents one day, and to make one in wool to see how it affects the drape of the garment. 

Even though it is not a period method, I will continue to use the sewing machine trick to reduce the wear and tear on the edges of the fabric. Modern commercially-available fabric is made to a lower standard and thread count than fabric in period and is thus more prone to fraying. In addition, my day job is not tailoring or sewing so these kinds of projects tend to be more on the move and are subject to more wear and tear while in progress than they would be if worked on only in a tailor’s shop.

Photos by Sigmund Ulfsson

 Retrieved from https://www.facebook.com/Swehanaz/photos/pb.100080129846623.-2207520000/658095265631323/?type=3

By Goran tek-en, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=83175424

By Goran tek-en, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=95523565

Bockstensmannen och hans dräkt, Margareta Nockert m.fl. Hallands länsmuseer, Halmstad och Varberg, 1997.

ILO19 Medium weight white linen from Fabrics-store https://fabrics-store.com/fabrics/linen-fabric-IL019-bleached-fs-signature-finish-middle

Burgundy and Black diamond linen from Woolsome https://www.woolsome.shop/product/linen-fabric-diamond-black-burgundy-ld-11-02/#1702727755128-d097131d-b3cd

Hagg, Inga (1991) Textilfunde aus der Siedlung und aus den Grabern von Haithabu. [Textile Finds from the Settlement and from the Graves of Hedeby]. Hedeby-Ausgrabungen in Haithabu [HAGG 1991] Retrieved from https://www.vikingage.org/wiki/index.php?title=Cloth_Weaving_Patterns

Baker, Jennifer. Stitches and Seam Techniques: Seen on Dark Age / Medieval Garments in Various Museum Collections. 2009, retrieved from https://ia803100.us.archive.org/23/items/Stitches_And_Seam_Techniques/Stitches%20and%20Seam%20Techniques.pdf

[figgybeans]

FHJY trailer frame-by-frame

because i love these freaks. ok lets get into it (this is gonna be long)

love the dome this season !! the backgrounds are beautiful. the steps up in production across FH is amazing

ADAINE !! JAWBONE !! BOGGY !! i think her splash art is my have from the six. i have no clue what ESF stands for so anyone lmk

her mini is also i think my favorite, the pins on her leather jacket really sell it. minus points for boggy's HUMAN ARMS though, theres a clearer shot later on

fabian time ! love the blanket. bill seacaster art as well ! god hes terrifying. the doodles on the owlbear stickers are cute too

apples bee ! plus some art of cassandra. kristen is in her strong arc, which the world is all the better for. i think its also important to remember that from the start of the series kristen has always had a higher strength score than fabian (ignoring her 4 dex)

ignore the phantom riz mini, the trailer hardly stayed on his intro art for long. which is a shame cause LOOK AT IT !! the kalina picture, fuckin baron, the corn cuties, so much night yorb, bizz in the corner, captain whitclaw, coach daybreak - the man riz shot through the head in cold blood, the bardy boys !! its perfect.

fig !! sad theres no ayda art in here but theres gotta be in the series. "-and a wizards paramore, YES its part of my identity, thank you" iconic. glad her mini has a custom bass. also gilear <3<3

gorgug my boy. with his giant fuckoff axe. so happy his mini is including his artificer level, PLUS that probably means he takes another level in it, and unlocks infusions >:)

this two headed dragon guy. red dragon can always mean some Kalvaxis callback, but we never know. i DO know that there's a statblock for two headed dragons in Monster Manual Expanded III, so maybe brennan uses that ? or just gives a regular dragon two breath weapons. we will see

this was one of the clearest frames i could get for this art, but what we can see is still cool. love kristen in her kill bill jumpsuit. as an aside im still a riz-has-a-tail believer

now THIS is a battlemap. im like 99% sure that that's the Thistlespring Tree in the background, and the Sig Figs are having some kind of concert here. HOWEVER, if we zoom in, it doesn't look like any of their minis are on the stage. intrigue.

the internet mall ! or something. i have no idea who the minis could be, BUT the IDK-wearing purple one in the middle could be some Guardian of Faith representing cassandra. also adaine and boggy have matching berets in the wide shot

this set i think is a gladiatorial arena of some kind? because we see a bunch of monstrosities and aberrations with this in the background later. also the big gates and monster-keeping pens are a clue.

BOGGY ARMS. BOGGY ARMS. adaine is covered in blood. but fig looks to have some kind of ghost opossum familiar. BUT, my friend pointed out that it could be edgar, zayn's ghost rat ! so maybe we have him return for an episode. this house looks spooky enough. maybe mordred manor gets infested by demons or something

otyugh spotted !! my favorite monster of all time

this roper-looking thing. it overlays when brennan says "an eldritch beast that threatens all of the denizens of this world," so im really thinking there's gonna be an overarching Aberration theme in these combats

also this guy. i have no clue what he is honestly. the rectangle in the background could maybe be a mirror or painting, so this might take place in the mordred manor-looking set from before

purple worm, in the gladiator arena !

some sort of ghost ship? doubtful that its bill seacaster's ship again, and the mist could mean the ethereal plane

the bad kids !! just noticing that fabian's eye patch is either missing or on the wrong side

im pretty sure this is an umber hulk, also in the gladiator set

skateboard fig mini. also, this could be the hang van (?) but it also could be too long and be some kind of ghost limo. idk

graveyard ! maybe they team up with zayn here

a blue dragon, which makes me think the red dragon from earlier isnt kalvaxis related and is just a dragon

more POV arrow shots, but this one's going into a fucking hydra. which looks like it grows three heads instead of two ? if that's what the attachment on the right side means.

this could be the red wastes ? back on the kalvaxis theory.

a wider shot of the internet mall. note the "YARRRRbucks" behind lou

THE RETURN OF THE CRAB KING !!

aaaand the final art frame !! fig finally gets her license (or not)

all in all 10/10 frothing at the mouth till jan 10

[bellybiologist]

Can you list swim team universe guys' butts from biggest to smallest?

Y'know what, anon? Sure! I did it from smallest to biggest because I did it this way the first time and i dont want to reverse it :V

Bourey (Smallest) Lae Conner James Oznie Ulrich Oliver Pablo *Pome: Doesnt actually have a butt, but his disguise puts him here Arvin Titus Oscar Manny Finley Terry Calhoun Jax Joshua Baron David Zeke Sean Jayesh (Largest) In all honesty, the list is dictated a lot by who is just larger/chunkier since its based mostly on mass and NOT based on size relative to their own body. Some of the more sporty boys having more butt muscle to pad the shape (hence why Titus is in the middle). I also dont consciously differentiate butt sizes a whole lot; I draw them balanced to the body type with the exceptions of Sean and Zeke, who's rears are important parts of their personality design, and Conner who i've described years ago as "being a rectangle", so he's near the top despite being one of my tallest boys, so the differences between rears is not all that big!

[strxbree]

Day six : Favorite AU

First of all, sorry for not posting yesterday… I wasn’t feeling well yesterday, but I’m oki today :3 I’ll be posting two posts today🌸

now onto my coming story and infodump🌸✨

Meet Viney🌸 An experiment gone right “or wrong” at least that’s what Baron Draxum would say. During his creation, the caprid Yokai thought of making a vicious axolotl that’ll track down the turtles and bring them to him ‘without fail’. That- didn’t happen and the vicious axolotl that Baron thought he made… turned into something much more cuter. Small as a baby, the axolotl looked up to her creator to think he was her dad. Draxum didn’t like that, but! Eventually warmed up to the small one and took his own creation as his child. Huggin and Munnin however kept cooing and saying how cute the creation was. Pretty sure Draxum didn’t like the cute thing, but he was ok with it. One day, he decided to tell the axolotl her power, the ability to create vines with her mind. “Close your eyes and stay focused, imagine a vine and make sure. Don't” Baron said, only for Viney to be distracted by Huugin and Munnin playing ball. “This’ll take some time” the creator huffed. Days turned into weeks, turned into months, and eventually, turned into years. During those times, Baron decided on a name for the axolotl, Viney. As a 15 year old, Viney finally mastered her telepathic power and well, decided to play around with the gargoyles which seemed to be her ONLY friends at the time. When suddenly… it was her time. Baron put her on a mission to find the turtles : A red, blue, orange and purple. “But be careful, the outside world can be dangerous. I have my full trust on you little one” Viney nodded and hugged her creator, or well “dad” as she would put it, and swung out out of the Hidden City into the human world. Once she was in the sewers, Viney lifted the sewer lid to hear a honk, seeing light and an oncoming thing with four wheels, Viney immediately closed the lid back on to wait for it to be quiet, when it was quiet enough, Viney lifted up from the sewers and put the lid back on the road to notice the hustle and bustle of the city (mind that she didn’t know she had a brooch) being called out, yelled at and almost exposed to the internet for people to think she was a mascot or cosplaying as a cute Axolotl. “Aww, what a cute costume!!” A lady said while passing by Viney, which she stopped to hold out her phone to take a picture of the axolotl. Knowing the rectangle shape of the phone and the flash of it. It was everywhere and she couldn’t escape, only to use her telepathic powers and make herself a dome to protect herself to the screams of horror from the outside. Hours went by and the small axolotl was exhausted for her energy to go low and sleep. Until… A giant alligator turtle sees the small thing just laying there, he thought she was unconscious and since she was an axolotl yokai (he saw the brooch) it wasn’t safe for her axolotl form to just be running around in New York carelessly. Cradling the small thing, Viney wakes up to panic, thinking she was being kidnapped by a… friendly giant turtle with a red eye mask??? Raph, she met Raphael Hamato. Leading Viney to the hideout so she’ll be safe and not to be exposed by a crowd of humans again. There she meets Leo, Mikey and Donnie. Soon to meet April (which they went shopping for the axolotl to transform into a teenage girl with big brown eyes and short wavy brown hair before they went out). Thinking Viney already found the turtles and thought to bring them, Baron noticed the delay and was warned by Shredder if Viney doesn’t come back with the turtles, Draxum would have problems. Viney isn’t the Villian Baron thought she’d be. Instead, Viney ended up to be sweet and a bubbly smol axolotl🌸✨

Meanwhile with Viney and the turtles in the lair. Mikey was making a flower crown for Viney in which April comes in with Pizza. Confused, the turtles gasped on Viney’s lack of knowledge of pizza. So they brought her to the two pizza places she would probably like. After that, she was fond of pizza and whenever a new person would come in, she’d think of bringing them to the same pizza place’s in which the turtles brought her. She was now friends with the turtles. She knew Donnie likes science, but there was also a cool place to dress up in kimonos and eat, she thought Donnie also likes the fanciest things in life, but until she noticed he wasn’t ok with it and they decided to head back home and to teach Viney how to make her own drone, like Sheldon which Flora was born! And flora and Sheldon lived happily ever after, lol.

(This drawing was drew last year, that’s why it’s on paper and pencil)

On other days, Viney would squeeze in a day to make Mikey a flower crown too🌸✨

(On the left, Viney is without her flower crown and is wearing a grey plain dress that her creator gave her, that was Viney before she met the turtles. On the right, Viney is making a flower crown for Mikey and… wait a minute, where’s her brooch in both of the drawings??? I might have forgotten to draw in her brooch, it’s a pink diamond shape with circles for the tips of the diamond which are white. I drew these while I wasn’t feeling well yesterday)

This next drawing wasn’t colored, but it’s Raph dressed up in a peach dress and Viney and Mikey are reacting to it🌸

(This drawing was also drawn last year :33)

I haven’t drawn her with Leo since I have no clue what she would do with Leo, maybe dress up in Kimonos to?? Probably celebrate pride with him? Or go on a double date with Usagi and Gentry (Viney and Gentry is the ship that my friend @ye-it-is-skeet made, hehe). But then again, I’m still unsure on what Viney and Leo would do to hang out. Let’s just find out and I’ll post a drawing of Viney and Leo doing something together :333

thank you for reading my infodump and story about my OC Viney🌸

[doctorstrangereview]

0045: Strange Tales #151

Cover Date: December 1966 On-Sale Date: September 8, 1966

And we're back! A family crisis prevented me from posting these for a couple of weeks. I wonder if I'll get back any momentum I had built up? This issue is a clip show. There's a lot of retelling previous tales as Umar catches up on what she's missed while she was imprisoned by her sweet brother Dormammu. According to the credits, Stan himself apparently wrote this one. Maybe he was in a rush or tired and decided to cut and paste old stories into a new(ish) script. Surprisingly Bill Everett decided that he wouldn't cut and paste Ditko's old art and redrew the old scenes. Way to go, Bill!

So powerful is Umar that's she's magically changed the color of her dress from green to red. She still looks very fetching. The weird glow around her head from last issue has developed into a full flame. Eventually we will learn these are the flames of regency and appear around the noggin of whoever rules the Dark Dimension. Yup, the rulers are literally hot stuff! The slit in her dress reveals strapped sandals that are even more awesome than what Wonder Woman wore in the 50s! She may have been imprisoned for millennia, but she knows her fashion!

Umar then flies to something called the Lamp of Lucifer. It looks like a typical Aladdin's lamp with the filigree that edges Doc's cloak of levitation with a funny demon face on it. It's adorable!

The lamp works like a mystical VCR and replays events surrounding Doc and Dormie. Bill uses this to draw an angry Ancient One.

Dormie finally gets the look that will become familiar to us all of us in the future. The purple body suit with the Superman red undies over his clothes and Superman's yellow belt look great as always! Everett even gives Dormie the mad-on eyebrows.

The lamp plays back Doc's origin story showing him studying with the Ancient One and some of the various dick measuring contests with Baron Mordo. Umar pauses the lamp long enough to confirm that her brother is actually alive.

The lamp un-pauses the tape and the playback continues with Doc kicking Dormie's butt and pulling a WWE move on him.

I think I like this version better than the original. Thanks, Bill! Then we get a replay of Dormie's battle with Eternity where the spaceman vanishes and flame-head gets mushed between two celestial bodies. Suddenly, the lamp reveals Clea's fate. Umar doesn't seem to know her and, to be fair, it'll be another decade before she's retconned as Umar's daughter. Of course Umar is a really bad parent so maybe she just forgot she had a daughter.

For good measure, we get a replay of the end of Doc's battle with Kaluu which immediately preceded the current action. Presumably, Umar was freed when Dormie was destroyed/lost/banished. For some unexplained reason, her reappearance took longer than all the other imprisoned people who managed to pop back almost instantaneously. It's a good thing those 60s comics didn't care too much about continuity!

Umar decides to pop a look into present-day Earth and spy on Doc a bit. For once his lack of security has some genuine grounding in reality! The Sanctum Sanctorum is a mess from his battle with Kaluu. Actual consequences from a battle! Who woulda thunk it? We immediately see Doc being a dick to Wong who just wants some cash to repair the Sanctum.

(The pink rectangle is a CONTINUED AFTER NEXT PAGE message unnecessary in the Masterworks reprint. These would usually be under the art, but it would have clashed with the "WATCH MARVEL SUPER-HEROES ON TV" ad at the bottom of the page. These were the incredibly crude cartoons from the mid-60s that looked like someone cut out the comics and dragged them along on string in front of a camera. Crude as they are, they're very faithful to the original material and they gave us wonderfully incongruent theme songs, particularly the Iron Man one!)

Doc powers up and poor Wong actually thinks for a moment that Doc is gonna blast him. What a dick! This isn't the case, thankfully and Wong will live to have many, many more adventures. Doc just gives a woe is me speech about how all this mundane crap is interfering with his cosmic stuff. Then he conjures up some cash. As is typical for 60s Doc, he is never apologetic to Wong or shows any remorse for they psychological trauma he just inflicted.

I really need to learn how to do that!

Doc feels more evil forces at work, and the Crystal (Orb) of Agamotto catches fire!

Umar kidnaps Clea and sends her scream over to Doc. Umar is a schemer, she is! Not content to just wait for Doc to take the bait, she kidnaps him as well.

And now, we wait! For the next installment.

I like this one better than I remember. Despite half the story being flashbacks to old issues, it's fun. Doc is an arrogant jerk again, to his man-servant no less! Poor Wong. Umar's character is developing nicely. She's more manipulative and subtle than her brother, but her patience isn't limitless and when it's exhausted, she just grabs what she wants. It's quite sad Jacqueline Pearce is no longer with us. She would have made a perfect Umar in a live action production. Eternity awaits! (Yes, he will show up again too!)

[archipithecus]

here is an unorganized collection of thoughts i had about the new dune movie. a lot of them will be about departures from the book, and i haven't read it in several years and it's after midnight, so if i misremember let me know or just ignore it

broad things: very pretty, very loud, very long. i understand that they had to cut things, it's a long book, but they also added a lot of new stuff and i feel like that could've been trimmed a bit. i understand why they added a lot more to chani's character, especially since they have zendaya, and i think a lot but not all of that worked.

very weird choice to keep alia unborn for the whole movie? i don't understand why they did that. maybe they didn't think they had time to properly handle a precocious murder toddler? this section of the book takes place over about three years, so either they really compressed the timeline or jessica just... held that baby in (with bene geserit reverend mother powers)?

they took out everything involving the spacing guild and CHOAM and the emperor's shares, i assume because it was complicated and they thought it would confuse the audience, but it also reduces (removes?) the leverage that paul and the fremen have over the rest of the galaxy.

i know harkonens have to all be deranged murder perverts, but the main three here take that to a dysfunctional level. plus, they weren't just murdering slaves, but also plenty of servants and officers, and i don't think the movie properly explored the implications of that.

they didn't let feyd have his silly poison tricks, and that's a shame. no poison on the wrong dagger, no secret belt needle. i guess they gave him three cannibal girlfriends to make up for it.

the harkonens are very dumb here. in the book, i'm pretty sure it was the baron's plan from the beginning to have rabban terrorize arrakis, and then his smart sexy nephew take over and be the good guy, but here that's a bene gesserit plan, like vlad isn't smart enough to think of that one himself.

the atomics were underexplained, and mayyybbbe audiences wouldn't care about the details of treaty stuff, but i think they could have spared thirty seconds for a line about how they're using them against the rock wall instead of people and why that's important.

saw a lot of lasers, and there should've been an explanation for lasgun-shield interactions, because otherwise pedantic nerds who don't know about dune will be like "why aren't they always using these powerful laser guns".

i really liked the baby worms, and the woman who cared for them, all adorable.

no thufir hawat? i did do a little bit of searching to refresh my thufir memory after i saw the movie, and i saw plenty of headlines about how the director was sad he had to cut his part from the movie, i didn't read any of those articles though.

without the spacing guild stuff, the bene gesserit have no rivals, they already control the emperor and everything else happening, why are they bothering to scheme for power?

i really enjoyed all the fremen dialogue, david and jessie did a great job on that. it was pretty silly to hear timothée chimolet (or /ˈtɪməθi ˈʃɪməli/ as my friend says) sprinkle in his american, especially when speaking to fremen who shouldn't know... imperial? common? basic? does the imperial language have a name? but i thought everyone had good deliveries, and if they made any mistakes i couldn't tell.

i think it was probbaly a good decision to remove the stuff about paul's first kid and also jamis's widow (and kids?). the movie was long enough, and they wanted chani to support and push against paul and to be an active fighter, not just have to have his kid. i do miss the bit with weights that represent jamis's water that now belongs to paul, i thought that was a neat bit of culture stuff.

what's up with those flippy rectangle mines? do they use the same kind of tech as the other levitating things? do the fremen have that kind of manufacturing capacity? they were neat, but they filled me with questions.

they completely dropped the whole thing about not sheathing a crysknife without drawing blood, did that have any of that in the first movie? i don't remember. maybe they did, and they just decided to ignore it because it would be cooler if the fremen could brandish them whenever.

i assumed the process of collecting a body's water was complicated and took a while, it felt a little silly to have the devices that instantly pull clear water from corpses.

the emperor's space ship had weird fire stuff when it was parked above arakeen? don't know what's up with that.

harkonen murder arenas have special monochrome lighting, maybe that's a special application of the effect that makes all the other physics breaking tech work.

the harkonen strategic display tech felt too computery for a post-butlerian jihad world, that should be a mentat job, and they don't deserve visual displays, i don't care about the audience.

the rich people must hate being comfortable, because every single rich people place is bare and austere and hostile. i get that the harkonens are murder perverts, but they should be comfortable decadent murder perverts, and i didn't see a single cushion on that throne for the very old emperor.

the emperor's guard (are those supposed to be sadukar?) all hold their swords like baseball bats, with the elbows out, and that's just asking elbow removal.

maybe the harkonens have such bare and hostile architecture because it's a horrible pain to get blood out of fancy carpets and pillows etc. i pity the janitors on geidi prime.

on the other hand, the firework makers on geidi prime seem to be having a great time, really experimenting with ink tech and keeping to the designated aesthetic.

i understand that for acting and cinema reasons, the film makers want the audience to be able to see the faces of the lead actors, but there were so many times were i thought "paul! chani! you're wasting so much water vapor by panting without your mouthpieces! also put on your headwraps instead of just letting them billow, you're going to get the worst sunburn and also sand everywhere." at least they wore proper PPE while worm riding.

there was that bit where paul was about to say the walk without rhythm line, and the movie basically said "hah you thought we were gonna say that but we didn't, aren't we clever"

i don't think the bit with lady fenring and feyd was in the book? i don't think it added a lot to the movie, and if they really wanted his baby around for franchise reasons, i think they could just do that in a flashback then instead of adding even more runtime.

knife fighting is a terrible stadium sport, you can't see anything happening from those seats.

most of the bladework in the movie was decent and reasonable, i recognized some good parries and cuts, but there were a few moments with flips and spins that made me laugh, those are not a good idea.

[the-girl-who-didnt-smile]

BARON DE LA MORT [1][2][3]

Trivia & Notes

TRIVIA

An attempt was made to sketch his human form, but there are many problems with his design:

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This pisses me off, so much… He literally looks like a background character.

Seriously, why is he wearing a generic purple paisley tie? He should totally have little skull details there. I think I went a little too far with the “less is more approach.” He’s so drip-less, it’s not even funny…

Two major problems with this design is that he looks too similar to François Duvalier, and that he must have a skull tattooed on his face. I was actually just drawing him cosplaying Don Corleone, but I realized too late that Duvalier dressed quite similarly to The Godfather. I have still chosen to show what he looks like without the skull tattoos, to make his facial structure visible. 

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Here is another shot of his face, from a different angle. My intent was to differentiate his facial structure from Duvalier. Changes to his facial structure might be necessary, but steps must be taken to differentiate his features from the former dictator.

Previously, I had planned for him to dress similarly to Gustavo Fring in his past human life. However, I do not think that Fring’s style fits his character, as I want him to have a unique and original look. In his past human life, his distinguishing traits are supposed to be his tattoos, his taste in suits, and habitual smoking of cigars; these carry over into his next life as a god. 

The skull tattooed into his face must be a very distinct design that is visually striking when the contrast is maximized in his face. This is how he forces those in his presence to look upwards–up at his face, and nowhere else. I was envisioning something somewhat like this, where he has the individual teeth inked into his face.

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This should only be viewed as a placeholder for what should actually be tattooed onto his face; this is a horrendous concept. 

His sunglasses were originally supposed to resemble Gustavo Fring’s glasses, but this sketch made me realize that the shape of his sunglasses needs to be redesigned.

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In this second sketch, I tweaked the shape of his glasses, and attempted to make the pattern around his eyes resemble tattooing instead of face paint. Again, this is merely a placeholder for what his face should actually look like, as it still looks very bad; a competent character designer is necessary to come up with a viable concept. His wife, Maman de la Vie, must also have a matching skull. Although both of them have the ability to shape-change the tattoos on their body, they can never display this ability, as they have never changed their tattoos since The Beginning of Time. For this reason, it’s very important to get the design right from the start.  It has to be immediately visually apparent that he and she are the ‘boss’, the other characters are ‘underlings’.

While he is intended to be very tall, I made the height gap between him and his youngest brother too large. Big Papa likes to shapeshift his height, but in his default state he should only be about half a head shorter than Baron de la Mort. I failed here too, but his silhouette is supposed to resemble an ominous obelisk, in the form of a large rectangle. 

As far as introductions go, I think the coolest way to introduce this guy would be to build up to him ripping someone’s soul apart. The character remains shrouded in mystery, as one of his henchmen is revealed. The henchman is very powerful, but nothing more than a tool who is trapped in a horrible soul deal with his soul owner. After revealing the henchman, many other details can be revealed about The Baron, including his powers, personality, and backstory.

Although his Signature Move has a name (“Eternal Torment”) he does not call his attacks; it’s just something he might say during his monologue before executing the attack.

The parts of his suit that appear to be grey are actually a dark and desaturated shade of purple.

The Baron’s ability to scale his height is inspired by the following description of Baron Samedi[32]:

“Loi Ba-un-Samedi (? gives or for Saturday). He is like Ogun, but “worse”, he is a grande diable. He makes all kinds of motions to make you laugh, but you must not laugh at him, for if you do, he makes you " stop laughing ", which means inversely that he makes you go on laughing forever against your will. Anything you touch, he takes and never returns, and you have to give him more and more. He smokes cigarettes, not cigars. He wears a coat and hat, and carries a stick. He can make himself short or tall, " as tall as a mast”.” 

However, he smokes cigars instead of cigarettes, to make him look like Andre Pierre’s portrait of Baron Samedi, and a One Piece character. 

Although his D&D Alignment is ‘True Neutral’, he is supposed to look like a One Piece villain—specifically Donquixote Doflamingo and Crocodile (One Piece). This is why he laughs. He is also inspired by Gomez Addams and Don Corleone, as he is portrayed in The Godfather novel and films. His skeleton form is inspired by Skull Knight (Berserk).

According to Milo Marcelin’s description, Baron Samedi is said to have a notoriously bad temper. Underneath his outward persona, Baron de la Mort actually has near-perfect control over his emotions… unless you kill his wife. Then he completely loses his mind. In this sense, he also has a horrible temper.

Several things differentiate Baron de la Mort and Maman de la Vie from their siblings, including (1) their names, which break the song-themed naming scheme (2) their tattoos, which normally hide their skin color (3) their status as pariahs among the gods, where they dwell in their own realm, and so on. These differences serve to signify their special status as The gods of Life and Death. It was also to facilitate pulling them out of the Original Seven Creations, if necessary, to make them something like “secret bosses” – the only two other beings to achieve godhood, who were created at a much later time: when Lucifer gave humanity Free Will, creating the realm of Hell.

As the two "Devils", Baron de la Mort is designed to contrast with Big Papa; the former is mostly inspired by mythology from Haitian Vodou, while the latter is mostly inspired by folklore from New Orleans Voudou. Big Papa has a canine motif; Baron de la Mort has a feline motif. In spite of his name, Big Papa is not a good father figure; Baron de la Mort surprisingly is. Big Papa is the least interested in marriage; Baron de la Mort and Maman de la Vie are not just married in their present immortal lives, but in their past lives as humans. They are also the only two who have children–adopted, as they are forbidden from conceiving another god. 

His adoptive family is supposed to be a cross between the Addams Family and the Don Quixote Pirates. Except, not exactly the Don Quixote Pirates (Doflamingo literally had Senor Pink on his pirate crew…) They all have wildly different personalities and silhouettes, as they are inspired by Milo Marcelin’s Mythologie Vodou. Each of these adult children has two outfits (1) a black outfit, where they all match; more formal and used for family portraits (2) purple outfits, which express their unique personalities; more casual and frequently worn. They do not tattoo, but paint skulls on their faces. The face paint washes off, to the point where it doesn’t even look like a skull anymore; for lack of better word, it just looks like a “blob”. They are much more comedic than their adoptive parents, and would fit a lot more easily into a light-hearted tone. As they are essentially a comedy band, the individual members have funny personalities, which is enhanced by how they clash with each other. Because of this, it is easy to forget how powerful they are; they are basically a set of Ten Superweapons.

Baron de la Mort’s name is written in French for an English-speaking audience, who knows his real-life counterpart as Baron Samedi instead of Bawon Samdi. Should his name be localized to Kreyòl, it should become Bawon Lanmò; in a sense, this is his true name. So not to give them the same name, the name of his underling should be changed in the localization from Lanmò to Mouri.

The Baron’s staff was visually inspired by artwork from the In Extremis display at the UCLA Fowler Museum. Also inspired the In Extremis display, Baron de la Mort and Maman de la Vie are supposed to resemble ‘skeletons’, while their children and underlings resemble ‘rotten flesh’.

He adopted ten adult children, named after the capitals of the departments of Haiti. The duration of adoption and power level of each child is ranked according to the land area of each department, with the exception of Port-au-Prince, who is the weakest and most recently adopted.

When he collapses them down into particles, the Black Holes of Torture are actually sent to the Dungeon of his Castle in the Underworld. It is a room full of Black Holes, kind of like the Bubble Room in Steven Universe, but full of people screaming in agony for eternity. At intervals, he randomly selects some of the Black Holes and expands them, then crushes them back down into single particles, causing excruciating pain to whoever is trapped inside. Sometimes, Maman de la Vie does this instead, as she also has this power. This was inspired by Crocodile (One Piece)’s Conference Room, which is actually a torture dungeon.

Whenever he takes off his sunglasses, another pair of sunglasses instantly appears under his sunglasses.

He is called “Heavenly Judge” because Baron Samedi is referred to as “juge di ciel” (“heavenly judge”) [33]:

Baron Samedi quembe n’homme na! Pinga langue’l n’homme na! Pinga lague’l, juge di ciel, quembe n’homme na! Pinga lague’l, Baron Samedi, quembe n’homme na! Pinga lague’l, juge di ciel, quembe n’homme na! Pinga lague’l, Baron Samedi, quembe n’homme na! Pinga lague’l, juge di ciel, quembe n’homme na! Baron Samedi quembe n’homme na, pinga lague’l!

Baron Samedi hold that man! Don’t let him go! Don’t let him go, heavenly judge, hold that man! Don’t let him go, Baron Samedi, hold that man! Don’t let him go, heavenly judge, hold that man! Don’t let him go, Baron Samedi, hold that man! Don’t let him go, heavenly judge, hold that man! Baron Samedi hold that man, don’t let him go!

NOTES

Herskovits, Melville Jean, and Herskovits, Frances Shapiro. Dahomean Narrative: A Cross-cultural Analysis. United States, Northwestern University Press, 1970. Originally published in 1958. p. 124. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/dahomeannarrativ0000hers/page/124/mode/2up 

For the origins of the Gede rite, see: Hebblethwaite, Benjamin. A transatlantic history of Haitian Vodou: rasin figuier, rasin Bwa Kayiman, and the Rada and Gede Rites . Univ. Press of Mississippi, 2021.

For a theory regarding the origins of Baron Samedi, see: Smith, Katherine, and Donald Cosentino. "Genealogies of Gede." In Extremis: Death and Life in 21st-Century Haitian Art (2012): 84-99.

In several of his writings, the American novelist Harold Courlander claimed that Gede Nibo is considered the same as Baron Samedi in some regions of Haiti: “In Mirebalais, Dr. Herskovits received the impression that Gede Nimbo and Baron Samedi are different loa. In the south they are considered the same.” SOURCE: Courlander, Harold. Haiti Singing. United States, Cooper Square Publishers, 1973. Originally published in 1939. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/isbn_0815404611/page/34/mode/1up; Similar comments were by the American authors Maya Deren, Zora Neale Hurston, and Katherine Dunham; however, this was not observed by Dr. Elsie Clews Parsons, who recorded folklore from the southern coast of Haiti and clearly distinguished Gede Nibo (“Gede-nibo”) from Baron Samedi (“Ba-un-Samedi”) SOURCE: PARSONS, Elsie Clews. “SPIRIT CULT IN HAYTI.” Journal de La Société Des Américanistes, vol. 20, 1928, pp. 157–79. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/24720068. Accessed 26 Dec. 2024. Due to inconsistent information, I am uncertain whether this is a real regional difference, or a foreign misconception.

Several people disagree with how Beauvoir classified all of the lwa; other sources still separate Baron Samedi from Gede Nibo, but may define fanmi differently from him: Beauvoir, Max. Lapriyè Ginen. Haiti, Edisyon Près Nasyonal d'Ayiti, 2008. pp. 187-196. https://archive.org/details/beauvoir-max-g.-lapriye-ginen-2008/page/n97/mode/2up.

For a description of Papa Gede, see: Brown, Karen McCarthy. Mama Lola: A vodou priestess in Brooklyn . Vol. 4. Univ of California Press, 2010; See also: Marcelin, Milo. Mythologie vodou (rite arada). Vol. 2. Éditions Canapé-Vert, Pétionville, Haiti, 1950. pp. 181-190. Retrieved from: https://ufdc.ufl.edu/AA00005044/00002/images/180 

Mocombe, Paul C. “Practical Reason in Haitian Idealism: Anti-Dialectics, Reciprocal Justice, and Afeminism Epistemology.” Race, Gender & Class 25, no. 1–2 (2018): 31–47. https://www.jstor.org/stable/26649532.

Marcelin, Milo. Mythologie vodou (rite arada). Vol. II. Éditions Canapé-Vert, Pétionville, Haiti, 1950. pp. 153-171. Retrieved from: https://ufdc.ufl.edu/AA00005044/00002/images/152 

Brown, Karen McCarthy. Mama Lola: A vodou priestess in Brooklyn . Vol. 4. Univ of California Press, 2010.

"Lesson Two: Gede and the Cemetery." In Extremis: Death and Life in 21st-Century Haitian Art – Curriculum Resource Unit. Retrieved from:  https://fowler.ucla.edu/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/InExtremis_CRU.pdf  

Cosentino, Donald. Sacred Arts of Haitian Vodou. United States, UCLA Fowler Museum of Cultural History, 1995. pp. 406-407 https://archive.org/details/sacredartsofhait0000unse/page/406/mode/2up  

Anderson, Jeffrey E.. Voodoo: An African American Religion. United States, LSU Press, 2024.

Puckett described this figure like so: ““...Most of the time, however, when going about on the earth, the Negro devil has the appearance of a gentleman, wearing a high silk hat, and a frock coat, and having an "ambrosial curl" in the center of his forehead to hide the single horn which is located there. Mrs. Viriginia Frazer Boyle tells me that when she was first taken to church by her father and mother she used to scan the congregation eagerly for a man with that "ambrosial curl" and one with the "evil eye", which her old Negro nurse had told her were to be found in every crowd, even in church. In most cases this Negro devil has cloven feet, a characteristic also credited to him in European circles. Possibly the black cat is the animal most chosen by the Negro devil for impersonation...Nevertheless the devil is not limited to this particular form but may appear as a rabbit, terrapin, serpent, housefly, grasshopper, toad, bat, or yellow dog at will. To the Mississippi Negroes he often appears as a black billy-goat; a view strictly in keeping with his custom at the English witches' Sabbath. In New Orleans it is thought by some that snakes and black cats are incarnations of the devil…” SOURCE: Puckett, Newbell Niles. Folk beliefs of the southern Negro. University of North Carolina Press, 1926. https://archive.org/details/folkbeliefsofsou00puck/page/550/mode/2up; An additional description is provided by Jacobsen: “A figure very similar to the Haitian Ghede and Puckett’s Negro Devil appears in many Woodruff County folktales. He is commonly seen near a crossroads, a cemetery, or, as is often the case, both simultaneously. Sometimes, as in Haiti, he holds a cane.” SOURCE: Jacobsen, K. (Nov. 1, 2002). The Society for the Study of Southern Literature, Volume 36, Issue 1: https://southernlit.org/volume-36-issue-one-fall-2002/; although Jacobsen likens him to Ghede, his manner of dress actually matches Milo Marcelin’s description of Baron Samedi: “Baron-Samedi, père et chef des Guédé, est le maître des cimetières. On le représente sous les traits d’un noir robuste, qui porte une longue barbe blanche; il est vêtu d’une redingote, coiffé d’un melon ou d’un chapeau haut de forme, ganté de blanc; il a toujours en main un bâton coco-macaque et une bouteille de clairin ou rhum blanc. Une croix noire, sur laquelle figure parfois un crâne, est son Emblème.” SOURCE: Marcelin, Milo. Mythologie vodou (rite arada). Vol. II. Éditions Canapé-Vert, Pétionville, Haiti, 1950. p. 153. Retrieved from: https://ufdc.ufl.edu/AA00005044/00002/images/152 

This song is from the following play: Déjoie, Menès. (2016). Masuife. Createspace Independent Publishing Platform. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/masuife/page/n26/mode/1up 

Milo Rigaud described Jean Zombi in the following terms: “Jean Zombi est un des prototypes les plus curieux de la Tradition voudoo. Il fut un de ceux qui, d'ordre de Dessalines. massacrèrent le plus de blancs pendant la libération d'Haïti du joug français. Jean Zombi est actuellement un des mystères les plus influents du panthéon voudoesque : comme loa, il appartient au rite Péthro”. Source: Rigaud, Milo. La tradition voudoo et le voudoo haïtien: son temple, ses mystères, sa magie. FeniXX, 1953. P. 67. https://lib-ufdcweb3.uflib.ufl.edu/AA00002240/00001/70x; Milo Marcelin described Captain Zombi in the following terms: “Cap'taine Guédé ou Cap'taine Zombi est un loa élégant et sinistre. On se le représente comme un homme vêtu de blanc, bien cravaté et badine à la main. Sa mâchoire est bandée comme celle d'un cadavre et il a du coton dans les narines et les oreilles…” Source: Marcelin, Émile, and Alfred Métraux. "LES GRANDS DIEUX DU VODOU HAIÏTIEN." Journal de la Société des Américanistes 36 (1947): 51-135. https://www.persee.fr/doc/jsa_0037-9174_1947_num_36_1_2357; Jean Zombi (Jan Zonbi) and Captain Zombi (Kaptèn Zonbi) are also listed in Beauvoir’s Lapriyè Ginen, under the Gede rite: Beauvoir, Max. Lapriyè Ginen. Haiti, Edisyon Près Nasyonal d'Ayiti, 2008. pp. 187-196. https://archive.org/details/beauvoir-max-g.-lapriye-ginen-2008/page/n97/mode/2up

These lyrics can be found in: Anderson, Jeffrey E.. Voodoo: An African American Religion. United States, LSU Press, 2024; according to Anderson, they were reported in a newspaper from New Orleans. A similar song is described in Helen Pitkin Scherz’s fictional novel An Angel by Brevet, although instead of “Pou fé mouri” the lyrics go “L’appé vini, li grand Zombi, L’appé vini pou to gri-gri”. The novel also contains a second song that seems to connect “Zombi” to “La Mort” (Death). As other songs in this novel are attested by non-fiction sources, it is possible this too was a real song. See: Schertz, Helen Pitkin. An Angel by Brevet: A Story of Modern New Orleans. United Kingdom, J.B. Lippincott, 1904. p. 61 & pp. 285-286. Retrieved from: https://www.google.com/books/edition/An_Angel_by_Brevet/35PUAAAAMAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=0 

The book El vodú en Cuba describes how vodou was practiced by Haitians who immigrated to Cuba during the early 20th century. One of the lwa is named “Zombí”, who is an old, wrinkled man who lives in the woods, wearing a torn hat and rolled up pants. Source: James Figarola, Joel, José Millet, and Alexis Alarcón. El vodú en Cuba. Santiago de Cuba: Editorial Oriente, 2007. Originally published in 1998. pp. 174-175. https://archive.org/details/elvoduencuba0000jame/page/174/mode/1up 

Luisah Teish identified Grand Zombi with the rainbow serpent Dan Aidowedo: Teish, Luisah. Jambalaya: The Natural Woman's Book of Personal Charms and Practical Rituals. United States, HarperCollins, 2021. Originally published in 1985; Curator of The New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum, Jerry Gandolfo, claims to have witnessed a secret ceremony in which Grand Zombi (“Le Grande Zombie”) was represented by a live serpent: Crocker, Elizabeth Thomas. A trinity of beliefs and a unity of the sacred: modern Vodou practices in New Orleans. Louisiana State University and Agricultural & Mechanical College, 2008; Denise Alvarado describes Grand Zombi as “the primary serpent deity of New Orleans Voudou”: Alvarado, Denise. Witch Queens, Voodoo Spirits, and Hoodoo Saints: A Guide to Magical New Orleans. United States, Red Wheel/Weiser, 2022; Carolyn Morrow Long proposed that Grand Zombi might be derived from “Nzambi Mpungu, the supreme being of the Kongo people”: Long, Carolyn Morrow. A New Orleans Voudou Priestess: The Legend and Reality of Marie Laveau. United States, University Press of Florida, 2007. 

Schertz, Helen Pitkin. An Angel by Brevet: A Story of Modern New Orleans. United Kingdom, J.B. Lippincott, 1904. pp. 273-275. Retrieved from: https://www.google.com/books/edition/An_Angel_by_Brevet/35PUAAAAMAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=0; The novel describes a song for Charlo on pages 273 and 274, in which he is referred to as “Charlo, ‘tit’ frère.”

See: Garrigus, John D.. A Secret Among the Blacks: Slave Resistance Before the Haitian Revolution. United States, Harvard University Press, 2023, p. 92. https://www.hup.harvard.edu/books/9780674272828; For historic descriptions of Charlot, see: Charles Fournier de la Chapelle, “Mémoire pour servir à l’information des procés contre les négres devins, sorciers et empoisonneurs” (1758). Retrieved from: https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/btv1b10112297j/f6.item; and: Sébastien Jacques Courtin. “Mémoire Sommaire Sur Les Prétendus Pratiques Magiques et Empoisonnements Prouvés Au Procès Instruit et Jugé Au Cap Contre Plusieurs Nègres et Négresses Dont Le Chef Nommé François Macandal a Été Condamné Au Feu et Exécuté Le Vingt Janvier Mille Sept Cents Cinquante Huit,’ 1758, ANOM F/3/88,” January 20, 1758. Archives Nationales d’Outre Mer. Retrieved from: https://ecda.northeastern.edu/key-text-memoire-sommaire-sur-les-pretendus-pratiques-magiques-et-empoisonnements/; I have attempted to transcribe excerpts of these documents here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54861145/chapters/156619222 

Albert J. Raboteau describes evidence of Shango or Xɛbyoso in Slave Religion: Raboteau, Albert J. Slave religion: The" invisible institution" in the antebellum South. New York: Oxford University Press, 1978. pp. 80-81. Retrieved from https://archive.org/details/slavereligioninv00rabo/page/80/mode/2up; The lightning stones seized from the home of Betsy Toledano might have been sokpe, possible evidence of Xɛbyoso worship. See:  Ellis, Alfred Burdon. The Eʻwe-speaking Peoples of the Slave Coast of West Africa: Their Religion, Manners, Customs, Laws, Languages, &c. United Kingdom, Chapman and Hall, limited, 1890. p. 38 Retrieved from: https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_E%CA%BBwe_speaking_Peoples_of_the_Slave/Ak9M8SXJlekC?hl=en&gbpv=0; Xɛbyoso also appears in the pantheon of Haitian Vodou, as Kebyesou Danle (Xɛbyoso dans l’air / Xɛbyoso in the air) or Kebyezo. Granted, Toledano was not necessarily a priestess of Xɛbyoso, as similar stones were also used in the worship of Shango. See Courlander’s description of “loa stones” / “thunder stones” in: Courlander, Harold. The Drum and the Hoe: Life and Lore of the Haitian People. United States, University of California Press, 1960. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/drumhoe0000unse/page/21/mode/1up; Alvarado also proposes that Toledano might have worshiped Shango instead of Xɛbyoso in: Alvarado, Denise. Witch Queens, Voodoo Spirits, and Hoodoo Saints: A Guide to Magical New Orleans. United States, Red Wheel/Weiser, 2022; For more information about the central role of Xɛbyoso in the Dahomean pantheon, see: Herskovits, Melville Jean. Dahomey, an Ancient West African Kingdom, Vol. II. Evanston, Northwestern University Press, 1967. pp. 150-169. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/dahomeyancientwe0000hers/page/150/mode/2up; and: Herskovits, Melville Jean, and Herskovits, Frances Shapiro. Dahomean Narrative: A Cross-cultural Analysis. Evanston, Northwestern University Press, 1958. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/dahomeannarrativ0000hers.

Ahoga, Cossi Augustin. Vers un modèle africain de dialogue interreligieux: Le cas de Vodun Xɛbyoso et de l’Église des Assemblées de Dieu dans la région Maxi au Bénin. United Kingdom, Langham Creative Projects, 2023; As described by Ellis, “flint implements of the Stone Age” were believed to be the thunderbolts of Xɛbyoso, and were thusly called “so-kpe” – “thunder stones”: Ellis, Alfred Burdon. The Eʻwe-speaking Peoples of the Slave Coast of West Africa: Their Religion, Manners, Customs, Laws, Languages, &c. United Kingdom, Chapman and Hall, limited, 1890. p. 38 Retrieved from: https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_E%CA%BBwe_speaking_Peoples_of_the_Slave/Ak9M8SXJlekC?hl=en&gbpv=0; This is just speculation, but worshipers of Xɛbyoso and their descendants might have identified the flint implements of Native Americans with so-kpe, establishing another connection between West African and Native American cultures through the “thunder bird”.

Owen, Mary Alicia. Voodoo Tales: As Told Among the Negroes of the Southwest. United States, Putnam's Sons, 1893. https://www.google.com/books/edition/Voodoo_Tales/H_kLAAAAYAAJ?hl=en&gbpv=0 

In describing the contradictory narratives surrounding Marie Laveau, Kodi A. Roberts mentions that “She was also remembered as sheltering both African slaves and Native Americans at her home. Some of these, especially the Native Americans, are remembered as traders with whom Laveau had some kind of business relationship, adding the role of entrepreneur to her other accomplishments”. Source: Roberts, Kodi A.. Voodoo and Power: The Politics of Religion in New Orleans, 1881-1940. United States, LSU Press, 2015.

The “Mardi Gras Indians” are part of the Black masking tradition of New Orleans, as a tribute to the positive history between Native Americans and African Americans: “In 1722, the first known escape of a slave from a plantation took place. It is said that tribes such as the Choctaw, Seminoles, and Chickasaws in Louisiana were responsible for freeing some of the Africans from slavery.  With Indian help, the Africans learned to survive off the land and lived in the forest camps that came to be known as Maroon Camps…They relied on the Indians to help negotiate the swamps and continued cultivating their relationship with them, even establishing a sort of Underground Railroad to the maroon camps where possible. At this time, the Africans were very thankful to have such allies, and in 1746, archives began to refer to slaves dressing as Indians as the Africans began to celebrate Mardi Gras in their unique customary fashion.” Source: The Mardi Gras Indians, a story. African American Registry. 13 Feb. 2024. Accessed December 29, 2024 from https://aaregistry.org/story/the-mardi-gras-indians/; The article also describes how hundreds of enslaved Africans and Indians (enslaved and free) joined forces in the “Natchez Revolt” of 1729. Marronage is a key aspect to the history of Louisiana Voudou, with San Maló being one of the most important saints. See: Voisin, Erin Elizabeth. Saint Maló Remembered. Louisiana State University and Agricultural & Mechanical College, 2008.

The word zonbi might be African in origin; see: Hans-W. Ackermann, and Jeanine Gauthier. “The Ways and Nature of the Zombi.” The Journal of American Folklore, vol. 104, no. 414, 1991, pp. 466–94. JSTOR, https://doi.org/10.2307/541551. Accessed 30 Dec. 2024.

Davis, E. Wade. “PREPARATION OF THE HAITIAN ZOMBI POISON.” Botanical Museum Leaflets, Harvard University, vol. 29, no. 2, 1983, pp. 139–49. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/41762846. Accessed 30 Dec. 2024.

Marcelin, Milo. Mythologie vodou (rite arada). Vol. II. Éditions Canapé-Vert, Pétionville, Haiti, 1950. pp. 156-157. Retrieved from: https://ufdc.ufl.edu/AA00005044/00002/images/155 

International Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Commission (IGLHRC) and SEROVie. "The impact of the earthquake, and relief and recovery programs on Haitian LGBT people." (2011). Retrieved from: https://iglhrc.org/sites/default/files/505-1.pdf 

Quoting Charlot Jeudy, the former President of KOURAJ: “After we were in 2010, with the massive earthquake that struck the country and brought destruction on all of us. And we saw a large number of Western evangelicals, especially from the United States, arrive under the pretext of preaching the gospel and the return of Christ. This soon became preaching homophobia and hate towards our community M, blaming the earthquake that had struck the country on sex between men, between women. Don’t forget that 65% of the country was illiterate and didn’t have any deep understanding behind the cause of seismic movements.…Many other friends found themselves in the camps for 2 or 3 months after the earthquakes and in them our Republic became more of a theocracy run by the religious. Everyone was preaching and the preachers were foremost attacking gays and transsexuals…Those in the camps were being heavily persecuted and forced to leave to find shelter elsewhere due to what was coming from these preachers (saying they were sinners, etc.).” SOURCE: A Cases Rebelles’ conversation with Charlot Jeudy, President, Executive Committee of Kouraj (Haiti), Retrieved from: https://www.q-zine.org/non-fiction/kouraj/ 

Marcelin, Milo. Mythologie vodou (rite arada). Vol. II. Éditions Canapé-Vert, Pétionville, Haiti, 1950. pp. 194. Retrieved from: https://ufdc.ufl.edu/AA00005044/00002/images/193 

PARSONS, Elsie Clews. “SPIRIT CULT IN HAYTI.” Journal de La Société Des Américanistes , vol. 20, 1928, pp. 157–79. JSTOR , http://www.jstor.org/stable/24720068 . Accessed 18 Sept. 2024.

Courlander, Harold. Haiti Singing. New York, Cooper Square Publishers, Inc., 1973. Originally published in 1939 by University of North Carolina Press. pp. 87-88. Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/isbn_0815404611/page/87/mode/1up

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The Contingency Plan - Pt. 1

Bucky Barnes x 1940′s!woc!reader

|| MASTERLIST || PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 ||

Chapter Summary: In the present - Bucky receives unexpected information from his past. Meanwhile, in 1930’s New York you are trying to navigate falling in love and wanting a life with a white man while society wants segregation. Series Warnings: 18+ only, racism, violence, mature themes, swearing, smut (part 2) WC: 2k

A/N: so this idea has been lingering in my head for a while but I was worried about the reception because of some of the disgusting comments aimed at BIPOC writers and their works. In the end, I decided fuck it, if people have a problem with stories that portray real issues then that is their problem and I will just keep doing what I love which is writing. I personally have had bags searched and my pockets patted down in shops for just looking my race and I have watched my father be ‘randomly selected’ in airport queues, every.single.time I have flown with him. So, I’mma write about it as I know I’m not alone.

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Bucky turned the business card over once again, finding nothing new on the brilliant white rectangle but the opulent handwriting giving him a short message. She’s alive. He didn’t even have to ask who she was, there was only one woman who had ever been important to him but she had gone missing 80 years ago, or so he thought. Grabbing his phone, he dialled the number on the business card and waited impatiently for the call to connect.

“I knew you would call soon enough, soldat.”

Bucky could imagine Zemo’s smug smile on the other end of the line and immediately wanted to punch off his face. He couldn’t understand why the man seemed so happy with the rest of his existence being spent on the Raft. That was a lie, Bucky knew that nothing would ever truly make Zemo happy, not after losing everything he held dear when Sokovia fell. Zemo was just content to one day die.

“I got your message.” Neutrality ate Bucky’s voice as he tried to stop hope seeping into his thoughts. “Now tell me why I should believe it.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” Zemo chuckled and moved around his small cell. “Hydra always had a contingency plan for you, to ensure your compliance. I was kind enough to make sure she was safely moved before the tête-à-tête with Iron Man in Siberia.”

“Where is she?” Bucky growled, the glass screen of his phone threatening to crack under the strain of his grip.

“I’m glad you asked. Come and free me and I will take you to her.”

A torrent of russian curses spewed forth from Bucky’s gritted teeth and he pressed his phone to his forehead as he tried to decide just how to tell the Baron where to go fuck himself but he knew he couldn’t miss the chance of seeing you again. If it all turned out to be a lie, Bucky would just kill Zemo himself. With a defeated sigh he put the phone to his ear and hated himself for what he was about to say.

“Send me proof and you have a deal.”

“I have it on good authority that you should check your mail. I’ll be waiting.”

The line disconnected and Bucky threw his phone across the room, striking the couch before bouncing onto the thick rug on the floor. He didn’t even notice it once it left his hand, he was already dropping over the side of the staircase and dropping three flights to get to the postboxes that lined the foyer. A brown envelope was tucked inside, the same cursive handwriting spelling out his name like the business card upstairs and he tore the seal away.

Thick glossy paper slipped out and Bucky lost all ability to breathe as he flipped it over and found photographs of you. He could have believed they were taking back in the 40’s as you were exactly as he remembered you, it was only the timestamp from two days ago that told him otherwise. Your eyes were closed as you sat strapped to the chair inside a cryo chamber and it looked like you could have been sleeping peacefully.

Bucky’s finger traced the next photo that was a close up of your face, remembering the feel of the soft skin on cheeks and the ways your dark eyes would crinkle when you laughed. Carefully slipping the photo’s back in the envelope to protect them he sprinted upstairs, leaping up the landings before swiping his phone off the floor and making the call he was actually dreading.

“Cyborg, what’s up?” Sam chirped happily as he saw the caller ID.

“Uh, you’re not gonna like it.” Bucky muttered as he scratched his neck. “I kinda…need to commit a federal felony.”

“We need to work on your definition of ‘need’, ‘cause that ain’t gonna work.” Sam huffed.

“That’s not the worst part.”

“Oh, this’ll be good...” They may as well have been on a video call the way Bucky knew Sam was rolling his eyes and looking up to the sky while he prayed for strength.

“We need to break Zemo out again.”

“Firstly, there’s no ‘again’, I was not involved the last time. Now give me one good reason why I would put my ass on the line for that guy.”

“He’s got my wife.”

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Brooklyn, New York 1935

The innocent laugh of Rebecca scattered the birds that she chased around the park and you watched Bucky chase after her before bundling her up and giving her a piggyback ride. Steve was sitting on the picnic beside you, picking at the crust of his ham and cheese sandwich while staring at the wind rippled water of the small pond. You wanted to ask what was going through his head but given that his mothers health was deteriorating you already knew the answer.

The wind suddenly picked up and the woven hat you wore was stolen from its perch to fly across the field, Bucky noticing and taking off after it. You were too busy laughing at his comical chase to notice the group of young men approaching your spot in the shade. It wasn’t until Steve scrambled to his feet that you looked up and found what had ruffled his feathers, standing up just as quickly as he had.

“This is a good family park.” The young man who had attended Steve and Bucky’s school growled before stepping closer, dirty boots ruining your picnic blanket. “You're on the wrong side of the river.”

Steve stepped in between the men and you, his slight stature doing nothing to deter them, only amuse them. “Just leave her alone, John. We’re just having lunch and this is a free country the last time I checked.”

“Always the peacemaker.” John snickered and ran his fist over his mouth. “How’s that split lip treating ya?”

Steve refused to back down or rise to the taunt reminding him of the still healing cut from their last run in, instead he held his bruised chin high and rolled his shoulders for what he knew was coming. “Don’t even notice it.”

John’s fist shot out and socked Steve on the chin, his head rocking back from the force but he stayed on his feet. Your hands flew to your mouth as the violence broke out and you stifled the cries that were building before a streak of dark hair shot past you and tackled John to the ground. Steve was breathing heavily as he wiped the fresh blood away from his lip and he stepped over to the spot where Bucky was sitting on top of John, pounding fists into the swollen mass of his face.

“That’s. My. Fucking. Girlfriend.” Bucky spat between punches, only stopping when you both heard the whimpers of Rebecca as she watched her big brother beat the shit out of someone.

“Come ‘ere, sweetie.” You said as you pulled her into your side and hid her face from the gnarly sight. “Keep your eyes closed.”

“Get him out of here.” Bucky ordered the other young men he had gone to school with. “I don’t wanna see any of you around here again, got it?”

They grumbled an acknowledgement as they picked up a semi-conscious John and began to drag him away. Bucky’s broad shoulders blocked your view of their retreating figures and you flinched as he touched your cheek, feeling the wet tears you hadn’t realised had leaked out. His blue eyes were full of concern as he brushed the tears away and cradled your cheeks in his hands.

“They’re gone, doll. You’re alright.” He promised before pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around you, finding his sister hidden behind you and pulling her into the hug.

“Why were they being so mean?” Rebecca asked you with wide eyes.

“They are just small minded jackasses, Becs.” Bucky said as he caught you biting your lip, wondering how to explain racism to the little girl that loved everyone.

“They think they are better than people like me because they’re white.” You sighed, brushing her hair back from her face.

“Are they?”

The question was just the words of an innocent child but it still hurt that she had to ask.

“No!” Bucky growled a little too gruffly and his sister pushed herself back into the shelter of your side.

“We are one world, one people.” You said softly. “No one is better than anyone else, and anyone who says otherwise isn’t worth listening to. Now, we should get the boys home, I need to tend to their wounds.”

“What wounds?” Steve joked, holding a blood covered napkin to his nose.

The tension disappeared with his misplaced humour and you exhaled a laugh before packing up the picnic and heading towards Bucky’s apartment. Most of your free time was spent at the small two bedroom flat he had inherited when his father died. When you weren’t working as a nurse at the nearby hospital, you were there looking after Rebecca so Bucky could work down at the docks.

Steve declined your offer to stitch his split lip back together, citing ‘the scar will give me character’ as his excuse before heading home to look after his sick mother. That left just the three of you, with Becca quickly heading to her room to play with her toys while you grabbed the first aid tin. A small hiss made it past Bucky’s pursed lips as you dabbed rubbing alcohol over the cuts on his knuckles and you offered a small commiserating smile before packing it all up again.

The old couch springs squeaked as you took a seat and adjusted the cushion so your dress didn’t get caught on the handful of springs that had pierced the linen fabric. Bucky had already lifted his arm up as you took the seat and he relaxed it back down and across your shoulders, pulling you closer so he could kiss your temple. You still had time before your evening shift started so you cosied into his embrace and closed your eyes for a moment.

“Will you marry me?”

You weren’t sure if you had imagined the words while you were balanced on the edge of sleep but when he repeated them you shot upright, startling him at the same time.

“Bucky, we’ve been through this.” You sighed.

“I know, I know.” He echoed your slow exhale.

It had taken months for the neighbours to stop giving you the sideline looks every time you entered the building, but after George died in a training exercise they begrudgingly accepted you were helping James and Rebecca learn to live as orphans.

“I’ll sell the place. We can move somewhere else, anywhere.”

“I love you, Buck, and if this were another time or place I would marry you in a heartbeat.” His bright eyes fell to your hands that held his own and he pulled away. “Look at your knuckles, Steve’s face, hell, Becca was absolutely terrified at what happened today. Do you want her to go through that every single day?”

“I…I just want to be with you, as your husband. Shouldn’t a man be able to marry the woman he loves?” His hands grabbed yours and raised them to his lips, soft kisses peppering your knuckles. “Please, doll, we can make it through whatever else comes our way, as long as I’ve got you.”

Your will was eroded by his ocean eyes and you crumbled like a sandcastle upon the shore. Before you knew it your head was nodding and he bit his lip in disbelief as you said yes. You couldn’t even think beyond that moment, the pure elation on his face was something you hadn’t seen since before the news of his father broke. You couldn’t spare a thought to fear what may come of your answer but instead you bathed in the sunlight he brought to your life and committed the feel to memory for the dark days you knew would come.

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Part two click HERE

[neeksnorton]

Rebel Punishment ~ Piter De Vries x Fem!Reader

requested by - @egg-0n-toast

author's note // hi there! welcome to my first ever Piter De Vries fanfiction, my first fanfic that is NOT about Abner Krill. I hope you all enjoy, I had such a fun time writing this. If you requested an Abner fanfiction in the past, I promise it will be done. I am currently taking a break from Abner stories to celebrate the release of Dune and new David Dastmalchian content. Enjoy!!!

~ After being captured by House Harkonnen, You are taken into the Baron's chambers, where you decide that what the Baron has to say is not worth listening to. The cunning Mentat, Piter de Vries, does not take this kind of disrespect lightly. ~

NSFW TAGS: choking, fingering, public fingering, praise, slight degradation, slapping

WORD COUNT: 1K

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As you woke up from your nearly peaceful sleep, your eyes winced due to the blinding light of the glowglobe directly above you.

A wave of anxiety washed over you as you came to your senses. You were propped upright, strapped to some sort of metal structure. The walls were dark, a leathery black that shined under the light of the hanging glowglobes. It was barren. It felt cold and clinical. You were wearing some sort of hospital gown.

Fuck. A room like this was unmistakable.

You were in the hands of a Harkonnen.

The metal structure started moving, like someone was pushing it from behind. You heard the footsteps, but you couldn't turn your head far enough to see a face. The bright white robes gave you a hint. Probably one of the Baron’s servant girls.

The structure turned, revealing what room you were in. You were in the Baron’s chambers. Fucking shit, you thought. Your plan to take down the Baron’s Twisted Mentat, Piter De Vries, had failed. You had tried to outsmart the Mentat many times before, but to no avail. Seems he actually caught you this time.

Piter stood with an unnerving posture, hands clasped, facing the Baron. You knew that the Harkonnens didn’t want you alive, and that Piter would have some choice words for you.

“My lord, the rebel Atreides you requested.” A sweet feminine voice lingered from behind.

“Get out of my sight.”

“Right away, my lord.” The light footsteps rushed out of the room, nearly at a running pace.

You shifted your eyes to the right. You were parallel with De Vries. Almost shoulder to shoulder, had you not been strapped to a thick metal rectangle.

“You.” The deep voice echoed from the long structure in front of you. And then he rose.

The Baron rose with such grace, despite his grossly fat figure. His robes flowed around him as he levitated from the ground.

“You think you haven’t been on my radar.” He paused for only a moment. “You have. We’ve known who you were since the beginning. Attempting to play mind games on my cunning and venomous Mentat. It won’t do.”

You swallowed. Not because you were afraid of the Baron, but De Vries himself. You knew who he was and what he did to people like you. There was almost… just almost… a throbbing in your center.

Looking to the left to avoid making eye contact with the Baron, your jaw clenched. You just wanted to get out of here, warn the others…

A cold hand gingerly traced your jawline.

“You need to look. We don’t need any trouble this early now, do we?” The voice was unmistakable. Piter De Vries.

"Oh, bite it, you bald bitch."

A harsh sting swept across your left cheek, having been slapped hard by him. Tears welled in your eyes, but you could feel deep in your core, you wanted more. Your pussy was practically aching.

I shouldn’t be feeling like this, a gasp left your lips as you thought of the unimaginable. This is my enemy, I…

Piter’s right hand forcefully grabbed your jaw, and he walked in front of you. His footsteps were quiet but deadly.

“I said… you need to look, my darling.” His nails gripped your cheeks. He brought his other hand up to you, slowly. Up your thigh, towards your heat. He lightly traced his middle finger over your pussy, right where the split would be. You press your lips together, begging a whimper not to come out of your lips.

Sliding it up your stomach, over your breasts, under your hospital gown... pinching your nipple on one of them as he did so. The feeling of his cold fingers massaging your breast sent shockwaves to your pussy. A shaky breath couldn’t help but escape your lips.

Piter quickly removed his hand from your breast, gripping your neck with a determined amount of force.

"Now.. I never permitted any sort of noise, did I?"

The rings on his hand were leaving bruises on your neck, you could nearly feel them forming with the amount of strength he had. Odd. You didn’t expect him to have much muscle, considering how lanky he was.

Left hand on the jaw and right hand on your throat, he looked down upon you and tilted your chin upwards. He was nearly a foot taller than you. Your pace was quick, and you tried DESPERATELY to ignore the wetness forming in your underwear, but you could tell he knew.

He leaned down slowly, looking into your eyes without breaking the contact.

“My love…” Piter’s sweet voice whispered.

“F-fuck…” you whimpered. You knew this shouldn’t feel this good. But it was nearly euphoric.

His left hand moved from your throat, and slid down your abdomen, reaching your center. He cupped your heat through your hospital gown, running a finger through your folds and lazily swirling around your clit.

“Please… I-” You couldn't form words. You were teetering on the brink of orgasm already, and he had barely touched you.

“Hmm??”

He was moving so slowly. Too slowly. You desperately needed more friction and you embarrassingly attempted to grind into his hand.

Please… m-more…”

"With more consideration… no, I won’t continue. A cunning rebel like you may not deserve it.”

His hand slipped out from under you, and you winced at the loss of stimulation. He wiped your wetness on your gown, jaw tensing up.

"Piter, stay on task. We don't need the rebel to.... enjoy her time in here."

He postured up slowly, nearly rolling his eyes. He tilted his head and slowly grimaced. You looked up into those deep grey eyes...

“Do not make me repeat myself once again, please. It won’t be as fun as you think it will be. Now... Look.”

He jerked your head towards the Baron, causing you to slam your head against the metal structure. You shriek, but he gives no reaction.

Piter gingerly returned to your right side, keeping his hand on your jaw to force you to look.

The Baron continued his speech. He enjoyed monologuing. But Piter never took his hand off you, not for the entire time. Your hips squirmed, trying to get him to notice your neediness. A quick glance from him and his grip tightened. The apple of your cheek hurt so bad, one of his rings was definitely digging in HARD.

The Baron's voice drawled throughout the room, something about what will be done with you in the future.

“You will now be in full custody of one Piter De Vries. What he does with you from here on out is no longer my concern.”

You glanced over at him, and his grip tightened. He didn’t make eye contact, but he could sense your eyes on him.

That man. Not much of a man really. A twisted Mentat. De Vries was going to hurt you like no other. But a part of you… a part you were ashamed of… was excited.

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HYDRA Hunter

Helmut Zemo x GN!Reader

Part 2

Part 1 • Part 2

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, and there’s probably going to be a part 3 maybe even 4

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When you arrived in Madripoor your group set off along the bridge towards Lowtown to meet Zemo’s car.

Sam opens one of the doors to let you in, turning to see you walking past the car.

“What are you doing?” He asks you. You look back at him,

“I’m not arriving with you lot. You’ll ruin my street cred.” You joke. Though it is true. He laughs,

“So that’s how it is?”

“Yep.” You grin at him as you head to the side of the road.

One of your associates is waiting nearby with a motorcycle for you to take into Lowtown. You swing your leg over the bike. “Hey Baron!” You call out to Zemo. He pauses, with the car door open, and looks at you. “Try not get yourselves killed?” And with that you drive off, without waiting to see his reaction.

You head into Lowtown, pulling up outside the Brass Monkey. You make your way inside and stop at the bar. The bar is a large rectangle in the centre of the room, and you situate yourself at the far end.

You avoid the larger man behind the bar, waving at Ben, the other bartender that you’d made friends with the last time you were in the city.

He makes you your usual drink, and as you’re sipping on it you see Zemo heading through the crowd. His face is determined and every inch of him demands respect. You see Sam following him, with Bucky scowling from behind the two of them.

Zemo’s eyes meet yours momentarily as he stands at the opposite end of the bar, directly facing you.

“So what’re you doing back here?” Ben asks you. You take another sip of your drink.

“I heard that someone had collected the Winter Soldier. It appears I heard correctly.” You nod subtly towards Zemo. Ben turns around to pick up another glass, glancing at the three men, before facing you again.

“That’s Baron Zemo, and the Smiling Tiger.”

“Baron?” Another sip.

“Yeah, he’s from Sokovia, you heard of it?” You nod in acknowledgment. “He was in some high security prison, though seems he got out.”

“Looks that way.” You comment, finishing your drink. You see a man head towards Zemo, his hand reaching for Zemo’s shoulder. His hand’s there for a moment before Bucky’s yanking it away, bending the man’s arm backwards.

It’s not long before Bucky’s fought off several guys, and has one pinned to the bar by his throat. Sam’s reaching for Bucky’s arm.

You watch Zemo as he murmurs to the two of them. The tension in the bar has skyrocketed, everyone’s reaching for their guns, you included. You hand hovers at your holster. Zemo better know what he’s doing.

A man walks over to the group and soon Zemo’s heading through the crowd. His eyes flick to you as he passes. His cologne filling your senses for a long moment. Then he’s gone into the back, no doubt to meet with Selby. Sam and Bucky soon follow him.

You have another drink before deciding to head outside and wait for the boys in the shadows somewhere.

You stand in an alleyway, your foot tapping against the floor as you wait.

Then your phone pings.

Selby dead. 1K BOUNTY for her killers.

That’s not good.

You spot Zemo, Sam, and Bucky as they rush through the street. Then the shooting starts. Bucky and Sam run one way, Zemo ducks into an alleyway.

You rush after Zemo, shoving him against the wall.

His arms grip yours in return, ready to fight until he sees it’s you.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hiss at him. He shoots you a pointed look,

“Well, I was attempting to run from the people shooting at me. Is that acceptable?”

“You left Sam and Bucky!?”

“I’m certain they can handle themselves.”

“Selby’s dead.” You pause, looking at him. “Was that you?”

“You think I’d kill her?”

“Absolutely.” He doesn’t have time to react to your admission. There’s a gun pressed against your head. You glance to your side to see one of the local bounty hunters. You flash him a smile, “Sorry. This one’s mine.”

“I don’t think so.” You grab his wrist bending it back, and kicking his knee, hard. You pull his gun from his hand, slamming it against his head. He slumps to the floor.

“Funny. I wasn’t asking for permission.” You turn back to Zemo. “Let’s go find Sam and Bucky.” He seems a little taken aback by you, but he nods and follows you.

You soon find Sam and Bucky, you just have to listen for the shooting. As you make your way towards them two men approach. You’re ready to take them down, until two shots ring out and they’re both on the floor.

“Seems you have a guardian angel.” Zemo comments as he picks up a gun from one of the men.

“Well this is too perfect.” A voice calls out from behind you. You turn around to see Sharon Carter. “Drop it Zemo.” She points her gun at him. He obediently does as he’s told.

“Sharon?” You all stare at her. You used to work with Sharon at SHIELD. You’d tried looking for her when you heard she was on the run. It was like she’d just disappeared. Now you know where she went. She steps forward, kicking the gun away from Zemo.

“You cost me everything.”

“Sharon wait.” Sam steps towards her, holding his hand up. “Someone recreated the super soldier serum, and Zemo had a lead.

“Well that explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.”

“What’re you doing here?” Bucky asks her.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass, so you could save his ass, from his ass.” She gestures to each of the boys as she rants. You nod in agreement,

“None of this was my idea. And they’re all idiots.” You gesture to the boys beside you. “But please, Sharon? We need help. For old times sake?” She looks at you for a moment and sighs,

“This isn’t over. I have a place in Hightown. You should be safe there for a while.” You sigh in relief,

“Thank you, Sharon.”

When you arrive at Sharon’s place, you’re shocked at how nice it is. You’ve been to a couple of houses in Hightown, but none as nice as this.

The four of you chat briefly, before Sharon agrees to help you in exchange for a pardon.

She asks you all to blend in with the party she’s hosting, so that she can do her business whilst trying to track down the doctor who’s creating the serum.

Sharon offers you a change of clothes, but you shake your head, holding up the bag you’ve had hanging on your shoulder.

“No need, but thanks, Sharon.” She nods as you start to change behind the screen at the far end of the room.

You hear her address the rest of the room before she leaves.

“Try and stay out of trouble.” Which gains a small chuckle from Zemo.

You step out from behind the screen, and each of the three men turn to look at you.

“Damn [Y/N], looking good.” Sam calls out. You spin a little, laughing, as you make your way to the mini bar. You pour yourself a drink before turning to face the room.

You catch Zemo’s eye as you sip on your drink.

His gaze is slow, as he considers your outfit. The outfit he bought for you.

Even you have to admit, he has good taste. The outfit not only suits you but it fits better than anything you’ve ever owned. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a reason to dress this nicely.

The four of you soon head down to the party. There’s already a large number of people: some are admiring Sharon’s art collection, some are drinking at the bar, though the majority are dancing to the heavy bass playing in the centre of the room.

You stick close to Sam and Bucky, though you feel Zemo’s eyes on you.

The four of you head to the bar and each order a drink.

You spend the rest of the night blending in with the crowd, trailing behind Sam and Bucky. At some point you break off from them, doing a few laps of the room.

You’re staring at the same painting for the third time when you let your gaze scan through the crowd.

Where you notice Zemo bopping up and down to the beat, accompanied by a few jerking hand motions. You can’t help but grin at the sight.

He soon notices your attention fixed on him, and without stopping his dance moves he waved you over.

Rolling your eyes you decide to join him.

You begin moving to the beat as you approach him. It’s been a long time since you’ve been to a club, let alone danced with someone.

“You’re too rigid.” He comments, nudging you slightly. You shake your head at him,

“My apologies Baron, I forgot you were such an expert.”

“More of an expert than you.” You give him an offended look.

“Club dancing isn’t my style okay?”

“I figured.” He remarks. You shoot him another look. “What is your style then?” You smirk at him,

“Not club dancing.” You notice Sam watching you from the bar, and you pull away from Zemo a little.

You order a drink and stand beside Sam.

“Don’t get too familiar.” He comments. You quirk a brow a him.

“I’m not planning on it.”

Sharon approaches the two of you,

“I’ve found him.”

And with that, you decide to call it a night.

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Sample chapter of:

Hamato Elisabetta Sirani

-Tot days

When Splinter finds an abandoned child in an alley way he takes it upon himself to bring her into the Hamato family.

(Takes place during their tot days! This story will be broken up into different sections based on different parts of their lives. It’ll progressively tackle deeper subjects and deeper meanings in life. It starts out really fluffy but it’ll get there lol.)

Year thirteen

"HAMATO ELISABETTA SIRANI!" The voice yelled loudly.

Her father.

Well, not really.

He wasn’t her real father.

Sirani couldn't hear him. Or rather, she didn't want to.

She wanted to be left in the afterglow of destruction.

She wanted to feel nothing.

She wanted to be swallowed up in fire.

She wanted to finally let herself be brought under by violent waves.

She placed her hands over her ears, crumpling to the cement road.

"You gotta stop!" Another voice yelled, faintly sounding like her older brother.

Leo.

"Please! You need to stop!"

Mikey.

"You're hurting people!"

Raph.

"You're gonna destroy New York!"

Donnie.

The tears never stopped falling.

Not even for a second,

"Then let it fall."

Day one

Rain poured down from the rooftops as if it was dropped from buckets. The shadows grew more as the sun continued to lower itself in the horizon. Not a single person wanted to be out in a storm like this.

Unfortunately, someone had to be.

 "I told the boys! I told them!" Splinter grumbled to himself as he dug through the garbage cans in the alley. "I told them to let me know when we were low on supplies! But NOoooooo it's too hard!" He shook his head, whiskers twitching with irritation.

He wouldn't have to be out in the pouring rain looking for any form of nutrition if Leo had looked over their supplies like he'd been asked. He wouldn't have to be out in the cold searching for bandaids if Mikey hadn't thought skating down the stairs was a good idea!

How did that boy even get his hands on one? He barely knew how to walk! Sure, he could toddle for a couple feet but that didn't count!  

  If it were up to him he'd have all their skateboards locked up.

 His grumbling was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. They were loud and fast... like someone was running.

 How was he able to hear that over the storm-

 Wait...

If he could hear them running...

And it was getting louder...

Then that must mean they were getting closer...

They were getting closer!

The rat jumped behind a garbage can quickly, breath quickening.

He listened intently.

Why would someone be running in a storm like this? Were they also fixing the mistakes of their children?

He peeked around the corner when the footsteps stopped.

Someone he couldn't quite make out was standing on the sidewalk, drenched to the bone.

 He sunk further into the shadows when they turned their head to scan the trashy area.

 Were they looking for him?

Did they finally get discovered?

Would he and his children finally end up being taken to a zoo or experimented on by scientists? Become mocked by the public?

But the person didn't seem like they were looking for someone.

They weren't rummaging through trash.

They were... placing something in it?

He managed to make out the rectangular shape of a box as the person placed it amongst the garbage bags.

He waited to see what they'd do next.  

They didn't do anything. They just left a lingering touch and straightened back up. They glanced back out at the street and drew whatever article of clothing they had tighter to their body.

 It was almost as if they were waiting for something. Or deciding.

But deciding on what?

Splinter inched forward curiously, accidentally knocking over an empty bottle with his tail.

He jumped when it shattered against the cement ground and whipped around to see how the unseen person would react to something breaking out of seemingly no where.

They were gone.

Just an sidewalk, a worried rat, and a... crying box?

Why was the box crying?

Was this a trap?

Was it Baron Draxum?

The foot?

Did his past finally catch up to him?

The crying grew louder and Splinter couldn't stop himself from inching forward. He had to know what was in there!

How lucky would he be if there also happened to be some food and bandaids in there.

Carefully, he took off the now soaked cardboard lid.

It wasn't a trap.

It wasn't supplies either.

And it definitely wasn't baron draxum.

It was a baby.

A tiny human baby, wrapped in a little pink onesie. Her soft brown hair was plastered to her forehead with rain.

She couldn't be much younger than Mikey.

Splinter took a step back.

Did that person MEAN to leave this child in a dark, cold alley?! Did they know someone would find it?!

 The baby cried again, shivering.

Splinter couldn't help himself.

He reached down into the box and picked her up carefully.

It was then that he noticed the packages of dry formula and bottle that had been in there with her.

Whoever left her...

They'd done it on purpose.

The poor rat man didn't know what to do.

He couldn't bring her to the police! He was a rat!

He couldn't follow after that person! They were already gone!

However... Splinter happened to be an expert at adopting creatures that weren't his.

He held the child closer, trying to give her his warmth.

What was one more child for the Hamato family going to do? Nothing bad, in Splinters opinion.

He had experience with human children before. If anything this should be easier than raising four mutant turtle boys.

They might appreciate some new company as well.

 It was decided.

The child was officially a Hamato now.

He grabbed the box with the formula and bottle and headed back for the sewer lid, the fussing child in his hands.

————-

The lair was stuck in the same chaos there was when he had left.

"Dad said no skating!" Donnie yelled, trying to catch Mikey as he zipped past him while lying belly down on the board.

 Mikey giggled, not even bothering to stop . He swerved to the right to avoid hitting Leo.

 "you need to learn how to walk right!" His purple masked brother protested. He nearly tripped over his own feet. "You're using the board as a crutch!"

 "Mikey you ran over my foot!" Raph yelled, clutching his toes. "DAD!"

 "Dad's not here, Raph!" Leo yelled, watching Mikey zoom past. "But it's my turn on the skateboard!" He joined Donnie in his chase after their brother via crawling.

Only Donnie really knew how to walk right at this age.

Well, Donnie and Raph that is. Raph could walk since he was a year older than Leo and two years older than Mikey. Donnie could walk because he was determined to beat Leo at something. He'd even taken it upon himself to read a how-to-walk article on the internet.

Mikey and Leo were still wobbly and couldn't run without their legs getting carried away and leading them face first into the ground.

Mikey was the only one that wasn't very good with his words yet as well.

He sure could shout and scream though.

Splinter shook his head at his children. "It is no ones turn on the skateboard!" He adjusted his grip on the little girl and gave the boys a stern look. "I have told you time and time again that it is too dangerous for you!

 They immediately stopped what they were doing.

 Mikey rolled off the board and looked at the ground sheepishly.

 The rat snatched the device from the ground. "I want change. Not guilt" He set it on the 'do not touch' shelf much to the dismay of his children.

 Leo's attention was drawn from the loss of his entertainment to whatever it was that Splinter was carrying. The way he held it was so careful. Like it was delicate. It had to be something special.

"What's that?" He pointed at the pink bundle. "Is it a toy?"

 "bandaids?" His box turtle brother asked hopefully as he pointing at his still hurting knee.

 "A science expiriment?" Donnie inquired, adjusting his rectangle glasses.

  Raph joined in before Splinter could even open his mouth. "Food?"

 "No, this is not food!" Splinter rolled his eyes. "This, my children, is the newest member of the family." He set the baby down in Soft shelled ones arms, curious to see how his boys would react.

The boys eyes went wide and no one spoke.

It was silent for a minute.

Maybe two.

They stared at the sleeping baby in confusion.

Wonder.

Curiosity.

The brothers huddled around to stare at it.

Splinter was satisfied. They were intrigued. Not mad. Not jealous.

So far, so good.

 Finally Donnie sat down, poking the girls face. "You mean as a pet?" He frowned up at his father. What was he meant to do with this creature? Was he supposed to feed and water it like a plant? Was it like those frogs he saw high school students dismember in biology on tv?

 "No, she is your sister." The rat nodded. "Now get acquainted while I go get her food ready."

The boys watched the kid with silent interest.

All but Mikey that is.

The boy hadn't really understood what Splinter meant so he went back to plotting to get the board back.

 Leo watched Splinter until he was out of the room, turning his attention to the baby in his brothers arms. "Sister? She doesn't really... look like us." He glanced at his own green skin and back at the baby's porcelain face.  "Is she even a turtle?" He asked as Donnie sat on the floor next to him.

  "Doesn't look like a turtle to me." Raph frowned. "There's no shell!" He pulled down the blanket she was wrapped in to get a better look.

 "I bet she's a bird!" Leo grinned. "She's gotta be a bird if she came from outside!"

Maybe she’d teach him how to fly! Maybe she’d teach him how to soar and build nests!

 Donnie rolled his eyes at his aliterate siblings. "Birds have feathers, Leo."

Were they seriously this dumb? Did they not know what a bird was?

 "Birds don't need feathers!" Leo protested. "Raph and I saw a featherless chicken on the tv this morning and it was EXACTLY this color." He poked the baby's arm and held one of her fingers.

Why did she have so many?

They were… small.

Donnie set his mouth in a straight line. "Leo, this is obviously a human baby."

 "Human?" Raph questioned.

 "You know... those people that are built like us but without shells and a different color on Sesame Street? They have five fingers?" He attempted at jogging their memories. "Like Mr. Noodle?"

 "She's Mr. Noodle?!" Leo gasped. "Who turned him into a child?!" He snatched the girl from his arms quickly and held her out. "MR. NOODLE! I’M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"

 "She's NOT Mr. Noodle!" Donnie yelled.

The baby opened her eyes sleepily, awakened by the noise.

One was a soft honey brown.

The other was like the sky that the boys had only seen once before when Splinter took them outside.

"Woahhhhh..." Raph marveled. "Definetely not Mr. Noodle!"

Was it possible for people to have two different colored eyes?

Did all humans have that?

The ones on Sesame Street didn’t…

"What gave you that idea." Donnie rolled his eyes.

He couldn’t help but be intrigued by the different colors. How in all of science was this possible? He hadn’t ever heard of anything like this before!

 "Well, turtle or not, we're keeping her!" Leo held the small girl up proudly. "Welcome to the family!" He pointed out across the room dramatically. "Everything the light touches... or rather doesn't touch... is yours!"

 Splinter nearly had a heart attack when he saw how the confused child was being held. "Blue! You don't hold children like that!" He rushed from the kitchen and took the girl from him.

  "How am I supposed to hold her?" Leo pouted. "She didn't tell me I was doing it wrong!"

 The rat father barely could keep his face palm on the inside. "She is a baby, blue. She does not talk yet." He cradled the baby so the boys could see how to do it. "It is like this. See? You hold her head like so and she is safe in your arms."

  "Like a burrito!" Raph reached up excitedly. "Can I try?"

 Splinter set the child in his arms carefully.

 Raph adjusted his hold to copy what his father had done. "Like this?"

 "Very good, Red!" Splinter patted his head.

 "Move over!" Leo yelled at his brother. "I wanna try!"

  "Me to!" The smallest yelled, losing interest in the board. He didn't really know what they were talking about. All he knew was that if his brothers wanted it then he should want it to.

  "I'm the one that figured out she's human!" Donnie joined. "I deserve to hold her!"

 "You will all get a chance to hold her!" Splinter shut down their bickering immediately. "After all, she's spending her life with us. It is up to us as her family to help her grow."

 The boys nodded confidently.

They had a responsibility for this tiny child now.

Raph was excited to have a sibling who wouldn’t shoot down his ideas. Someone who would marvel at everything he did. Someone he could teach. Someone new to play with. There were so many more games they could play now that they had five people! He’d help her ride a bike, learn how to read, learn how to fight, and he’d help her become a member of their small family.

Donnie was less enthralled. Would he have to share? Would he have to babysit? Would this new sister make fun of his science? What if she was just like Leo? What if she started competitions with him that he couldn’t win?

Leo still didn’t fully understand that this child was his sister now; that she’d be staying forever. He was too excited to realize that. He’d be able to prank her! He had someone new to bother when he and Donnie got into fights!

Mikey still didn’t know what was going on. He just guessed that this would be the way they rolled from now on.

Neat.

 "What's her name?" Leo asked, patting the baby's now dried brown hair.

She gripped his hand softly, confused by the green color.

 Splinter pondered on what he should say. The child hadn't been given a name. There was nothing in the box that would even suggest one.

  But, his sons were named after great renaissance painters.

Maybe he should follow that tradition.

One of his mothers favorite artists was a woman by the name of Elisabetta Sirani.

He took his one idea and ran with it.

"Her name is Sirani." He nodded proudly. "Elisabetta Sirani."

Will also be posted on noandisaidno on wattpad!

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[abrooklynboy]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME. Steven (Grant) Rogers NICKNAME(S). Steve TITLE(S). Captain America, Captain, Cap, Nomad, Commander Rogers. Red Guardian (AU). AGE. Verse dependent. Never looks older than 25. SPECIES. Human (enhanced) SEX. Male. ALIGNMENT. Chaotic Good. INTERESTS. Art, justice, shield, running/walking/hiking, working out/sparring. Baseball, reading (comics/fantasy/horror/history), watching documentaries and movies. PROFESSION. Artist, sign painter, student, stock boy, clerk, soldier,  “adventurer,” Avengers-S.H.I.E.L.D. Liaison BODY TYPE. Top Peak Physical Condition TM. Muscle for days. Pre-Serum was skinny as a rail from being sick, poor, and in the Great Depression; could not gain weight/muscle. EYES. Blue. HAIR. Blond. Keeps it neat. American classic haircut (War). While he experiments with various styles (growing it out at times), crewcuts are his bread and butter. Red Guardian keeps it buzzed. SKIN. Fair. Full body blusher. Would sunburn without the Serum. Apparently, he has one scar on his forearm that was shown in CATWS. Other than that, he doesn’t scar. FACE. Rectangle with a Square Jaw of Justice TM. Bend to his nose (crookeder with Red Guardian). 9/10 times clean shaven. Full stubble facial hair for MCU!Nomad and sometimes for Red Guardian. Pre-Serum had wispy adolescent fuzz.  HEIGHT. 6′2-6′4. 5′7 before the Serum. VOICE: Had a LES or a Brooklyn accent but it got coached the hell out of him. Swears when he’s not being the CO. Is more casual when he’s with close friends (Bucky, Howling Commandos, Fury, Sam, 616!Tony). Excellent speaker (and that’s why Cap is hard to write). SIGNIFICANT OTHER? Sharon Carter (most verses) COMPANIONS. Bucky Barnes, Invaders, Howling Commandos, Nick Fury, Avengers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, S.H.I.E.L.D., and other Avengers. ANTAGONISTS. Red Skull, Zola, Baron Blood, Baron Zemo, Axis, fash, HYDRA, AIM, Alexander Pierce, Avenger enemies. COLORS. Blue, white, red, dark brown. Partial to yellow and green artistically. FRUITS. Apples, cherries, pineapple. Modern bananas are weird. DRINKS. Water, coffee, tea, Pibb Xtra, root beer, orange juice ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES. Beer, whiskey, wine. SMOKES? Other than asthma cigarettes and the occasional Golden Age pipe? No. DRUGS? Super Soldier Serum is a drug. But no. DRIVERS LICENSE? Yes. Tagged by: @murder-popsicle​​

[fanfic-inator795]

“Attention, adolescence!” The group of Lunch A students stood at attention, albeit with confused looks on their faces. They were slowly but surely getting used to their aggressive new cafeteria chef, but he still had a habit of catching them off-guard.

“While I know that your weekly lunch menu had decreed that today’s meal would be meatloaf, SOMEBODY-” Curse his incompetent human co-workers - “Forgot to properly thaw out the ground beef. So, instead you all will be having fried poultry lumps, potato sticks and vegetable medley,” Draxum announced, “Now, everybody in line!”

The students quickly did so with few complaints. Though, one of the first students in line - one of the infamous ‘tough kids’ who was on one of the school’s sports ball teams - didn’t seem too pleased. “Chicken nuggets? What are we, five year olds?” he grumbled.

Draxum didn’t bother giving him an answer, instead just dumping his meal onto his tray with little care, causing a bit of green bean and carrot just to splash onto the nuggets. “Dude, can’t you at least give us extra fries-?”

“There will be no substitutions!” Draxum snapped, his eyes narrowing, “Now, DISMISSED! Unless you’re daring enough to continue arguing with me...”

The jock gulped. Trying to save face, he glared back at Draxum before quickly taking his tray and heading towards the register. “Hmph, that’s what I thought...” At the very least, working with teenagers meant brats like that were usually few and far between, and he’d still rather deal with them than deal with screaming toddlers or punk ten-year-olds like he had at that bear-themed amusement park. 

Besides, it was only for three lunch periods, then it was back to the privacy of his apartment once he finished with kitchen clean up and any prep needed for the next day. The actual job was fairly easy as well - a scientist that worked with powerful mystic properties could certainly handle cooking rectangle pizzas and stirring vegetable bits - and he had a decent amount of authority, so even if it was still somewhat aggravating at times, it could be far worse.

With that in mind, Draxum quickly cooled down as he continued dumping food onto trays, the students knowing by now not to doddle. Through the stern silence, it was easy for a sudden voice to catch his attention. “I’m sorry,” one of the cafeteria cashiers said as her machine beeped, giving the boy in front of her a sympathetic look, “You don’t have enough for a meal.”

The boy - a student that was colloquially known as a ‘fresh man’ - looked at her with surprised eyes. “But- But I thought I still had a few bucks in there!”

“You do, but it’s still not enough for a meal,” she repeated, “Do you have any other way to pay?”

A few of the other students began whispering amongst themselves, which only made the freshman (who, by his baggy clothes, Draxum deduced was already on the skinny side) grimace even more. “No... Can’t I get half the meal then? Or pay a little extra when my mom writes a check tomorrow? Or-”

The cashier was already taking the tray back over behind the lunch counter. “I’m sorry, but it’s school policy.” The boy blinked a few times before walking away to one of the empty tables, attempting to hide his face as he did so. Draxum watched him take a seat... and then directed his attention back to his job, making sure the blonde senior in front of him got the precise number of nuggets allowed.

Across the cafeteria, the boy sighed to himself, trying to ignore his stomach growls. He didn’t have any change for the vending machines, and there was no way he was going to beg. So, he dug out a graphic novel he had gotten from the school library and began reading, hoping it would be enough to distract his hunger.

But the moment he had found the page where he left off, something tapped his arm, making him flinch a bit. He had expected another student, but when he turned to look there was no one there. Just a lunch tray - one with extra fries on it as well as a carton of milk - being held up by... a thin purple vine?

Confused, the boy looked around - and caught the gaze of their school’s bright pink cafeteria worker. Draxum still had a firm scowl on his face as he served other students... but the way his eyes looked at the boy seemed to grant him permission to eat. The freshman hadn’t done anything worthy of admittedly needless starvation, after all, and what did he care if the school lost out on a few bucks?

“...” The freshman gave him a small smile and took the tray, eating its contents as subtly as possible as to not attract attention from passing-by students or teachers. Satisfied, Draxum nodded to himself, retracting the vine.

“...Huh.” The sheep-man blinked, only now noticing who was now in front of him. April O’Neil gave him a curious look, raising an eyebrow.

Draxum just glared back. “What,” he growled.

April’s expression flattened. “Nothin’.”

With a huff, he plopped veggies and nuggets onto her tray. “Take your food and go, O’Neil,” Draxum all but ordered.

“I’m going, I’m going,” April said, rolling her eyes. Still, as she headed to the register, she couldn’t help but glance over at the freshman, unable to ignore the look of gratitude on his face as he munched on his fries. 

“Heh...” April smiled a little to herself. Draxum still might have been a huge jerk, but by some miracle, he was slowly becoming one of the nicer jerks she knew - and she was sure Mikey would be VERY pleased by the update. “Hope that phone Donnie built for you is ready for an avalanche of happy and proud emojis, Baron,” she smirked as she took a seat, getting out her own phone.

(a/n: Give me Lunch Lady!Draxum being nice to kids when he thinks no one’s looking or give me death. Also, hope you all enjoyed this drabble that I just couldn’t resist writing, lol)