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Resources For Describing Emotion

Emotions

Without Making Your Character Feel Too Self Aware

Showing Emotion Without Telling About It

Emotions Associated With Body Language

Telling Readers What The Character Doesn’t Want To Show

Hiding Emotions

Expressing Cardinal Emotions: Masculine vs. Feminine

Writing Extreme Emotion Without Melodrama

Specific Emotions

Conveying Shock

Conveying Embarrassment

Conveying Disappointment

Conveying Love/Attraction

Conveying Annoyance

Conveying Relief

Conveying Uncertainty

Conveying Impatience

Conveying Shame

Conveying Resentment

Conveying Panic

Conveying Guilt

Conveying Desperation

Conveying Sarcasm & Verbal Disrespect

Conveying Confusion

Conveying Stubbornness

Conveying Frustration

Conveying Indifference

Conveying Indignation

Conveying Confidence & Pride

Conveying Smugness

Conveying Enthusiasm

Conveying Curiosity

Conveying Hopefulness

Conveying Unease

Conveying Reluctance

Conveying Worry

Conveying Humility & Meekness

Conveying Happiness & Joy

Conveying Amusement

Conveying Disgust

Conveying Resignation

Conveying Jealousy

Conveying Anticipation

Conveying Contentment

Conveying Defeat

Conveying Excitement

Conveying Fear

Conveying Hatred

Conveying Hurt

Conveying Being Overwhelmed

Conveying Sadness & Grief

Conveying Satisfaction

Conveying Somberness

Conveying Sympathy & Empathy

Conveying Wariness

Conveying Defensiveness

Conveying Desire

Conveying Doubt

Conveying Energy

Conveying Exhaustion

Conveying Hunger

Conveying Loneliness

Conveying Physical Pain

Emotional Wounds

A Role Model Who Disappoints

A Sibling’s Betrayal

A Speech Impediment

Becoming a Caregiver at an Early Age

Being Bullied

Being Fired or Laid Off

Being Held Captive

Being Mugged

Being Publicly Humiliated

Being Raised by Neglectful Parents

Being Raised by Overprotective Parents

Being So Beautiful It’s All People See

Being the Victim of a Vicious Rumor

Being Stalked

Being Trapped in a Collapsed Building

Being Unfairly Blamed For The Death of Another

Childhood Sexual Abuse (by a family member or known person)

Discovering One’s Parent is a Monster

Discovering One’s Sibling was Abused

Experiencing a Miscarriage or Stillbirth

Failing At School

Failing To Do The Right Thing

Financial Ruin Due To A Spouse’s Irresponsibility

Finding Out One’s Child Was Abused

Finding Out One Was Adopted

Getting Lost In a Natural Environment

Growing Up In A Cult

Growing Up in a Dangerous Neighborhood

Growing Up In Foster Care

Growing Up In The Public Eye

Growing Up In The Shadow of a Successful Sibling

Growing Up with a Sibling Who Has a Chronic Disability or Illness

Having Parents Who Favored One Child Over Another

Having To Kill Another Person To Survive

Infertility

Infidelity (emotional or physical)

Losing a Limb

Losing a Loved One To A Random Act of Violence

Making a Very Public Mistake

Overly Critical or Strict Parents

Physical Disfigurement

Rejection By One’s Peers

Telling The Truth But Not Being Believed

The Death of a Child On One’s Watch

Victimization via Identity Theft

Watching A Loved One Die

Wrongful Imprisonment

Spending Time In Jail

Suffering From a Learning Disability

Motivation

Achieving Spiritual Enlightenment

Avoiding Certain Death

Avoiding Financial Ruin

Beating a Diagnosis or Condition

Being Acknowledged and Appreciated by Family

Being a Leader of Others

Being the Best At Something

Caring for an Aging Parent

Carrying on a Legacy

Catching The Bad Guy or Girl

Coming To Grips With Mental Illness

Discovering One’s True Self

Escaping a Dangerous Life one Doesn’t Want

Escaping a Killer

Escaping a Widespread Disaster

Escaping Confinement

Escaping Homelessness

Escaping Invaders

Finding Friendship or Companionship

Finding a Lifelong Partner

Having a Child

Helping a Loved One See They Are Hurting Themselves and Others

Obtaining Shelter From The Elements

Overcoming Abuse and Learning To Trust

Overcoming Addiction

Protecting One’s Home or Property

Pursuing Justice For Oneself or Others

Realizing a Dream

Reconciling with an Estranged Family Member

Rescuing a Loved One From a Captor

Restoring A Name or Reputation

Righting a Deep Wrong

Seeking Out One’s Biological Roots

Stopping an Event From Happening

Trying Again When One Has Previously Failed

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still waiting for marvel to announce who noobmaster69 is

[darkbearobservation]

The Tumblr writing community is dying.

It’s something I’ve noticed over the past two years of using this site. It was gradual, imperceptible at first, something that most would brush off as a silly concern, or fault Tumblr algorithm for. While it’s true that Tumblr’s engine leaves a lot to be desired, I’ve noticed that even popular blogs have started to dwindle in terms of interaction or motivation. There could be a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest two I’ve noticed, experienced myself, and asked fellow writers about is this: (1) content being stolen, and (2) lack of feedback or interaction. I’ve never seen any logical person defend content being stolen, so I want to address point 2 instead.

Lack of feedback and interaction. I’m not saying this on my behalf so much as I’m saying this for friends and smaller blogs who have lost motivation to write. I was looking at my yandere writing blogs list the other day and noticed that a good majority of them no longer write. I usually update the list every few months, and by that point, more and more writers have stopped writing entirely. This isn’t a problem confined solely to the yandere fandom; in fact, there’s less writing blogs in general these days, especially ones that are active. I used to run a very popular BNHA blog with some friends, but that dissolved after our content was stolen and our followers stopped interacting as much. Out of our 8,500 followers, we hardly got 0.015% notes (~128 notes) on an average post. Tumblr is to blame for the lack of eyes seeing our posts, for sure, but that also means that at least 128 people saw one post and didn’t leave a comment or ask. We were considered a big blog; imagine what it’s like on a small blog.

My friend recently made a post that summed this up perfectly: 

“I’ve seen people say “Be grateful that people even lurk on your page.” and, while I get the message they’re trying to say, it’s more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like you’re saying, “Oh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.”

Me personally? I’ve heard the argument that AO3 is a better place to post fanfics, and while that might be true, I’ve had friends experience firsthand the lack of interaction there too. I’ve heard the argument that interacting with some writers is intimidating (me included). I’ve heard that argument that followers might be too shy to interact. I’ve heard the argument that writers should write for themselves and not for views / likes / reblogs / etc, and while that’s ideal, it’s not sustainable for everyone. What works for one writer won’t work for another, but you know what will? Interaction.

That comment or ask that took you 2 seconds to write? We remember it. That reblog with the compliments in the tags? We remember it. Every single ‘named’ anon we get (heart anon, sunflower anon, etc)? We remember them. And the best part is? It’s actually easier to do these things on Tumblr since you have the option to send anonymous asks or make a sideblog specifically for reblogs! Trust me, whether the lack of interaction is the cause of a lack of motivation or what have you, every writer appreciates feedback (don’t be shy to offer some critique or compliments) or even a simple keyboard smash with some emojis. Even sitting down for 5 min a day per week to comment on your favorite writers’ new pieces makes a huge difference. Personally, since Tumblr’s activity feed is beyond terrible and I have over 1,500 posts, I don’t always see new reblogs or comments on my content; asks though? Always see those, can never go wrong with those. If you don’t want to reblog or leave a comment, then you can never go wrong with an anonymous ask. 

As my wise friend says: writing is an art, and in order to improve that art, we need other people’s eyes to see what we don’t.

For the sake of every writer (past, present, and future) on this platform, please share this post.

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Short and SMOL human w/ Hellboy. |Headcanons|

A/N: I had seen very a VERY little about Hellboy with a super smol human (well, we're all tiny compared to him, because, mama mia, he's FUCKING 6'11"- 7'. HE IS A BIG BOI). I decided write something about him and a human (no gender), something funny.

Words: 819.

• We all know that he is a big red monkey who likes to tease agents and his friends to see their reactions (especially when he is bored and has nothing more productive to do), but, having a small human? It's on HIS first list of what to do. Let's keep in mind that for some it has a rather cruel and sarcastic humor, so just imagine:

A human wants to grab something from the shelf and cannot reach for obvious reasons. The human cannot find a chair or a ladder (lmao) and it is a problem. Hellboy if he sees this, he does the best he can give, BUT depending on the relationship they have:

1. If it is an agent that he had seen several times (or literally does not know him), simply smile, ask and grab that thing that the human wanted.

1. If they have a platonic relationship with the human, it would be an idiot, yes yes, an idiot.

Hellboy walks into the library to visit his humanoid fish friend, but he doesn't see him in the aquarium, he's probably somewhere in the library, Red thought. The first thing he sees is his human friend reaching for a book, but he can't.

"Oh Hellboy! Thank you God, you showed up! Can you please give me the book called 'The Lord of the Rings'? I would be very- "

Hellboy picks up the book and puts it on two higher shelves and runs off, bursting out laughing as the human starts a serious chase.

|2.1.| If they have a romantic relationship with the human, oh Ave María, he is a fool and boasts a lot. It will be the typical blue knight riding on a white horse who wants to help his damsel in distress, and everything is an obstacle. Ok, let's get to the point, it would be like: Can't you reach the book on the library shelf? He picks it up with elegance and hands it to the human, brushing his fingers with the human, moving his eyebrows; can't reach your favorite cookies? No problem, he grabs you by the waist and lifts you up; A shelf that IF you can grab and leave things? Unacceptable, reform it and make it a little higher than normal, and if possible and necessary, it will pick you up bridal style, boasting of its strength.

• With all the above said, did you think it was over? Oh nonono my friend.

• Having huge height difference, he has official names for his little human. Like: kiddo, smol human, tiny bird, tiny pancake, nano sweatheart, (beautiful) atom, mouse, Yoda (in rare cases).

• He's also great for hugging - he's huge and strong, he'll just lift his human off the ground and may turn around in the process.

• Are we in bad weather? Rainy and cold? Don't worry human, you just get into my jacket and get very close, I will hug you and warm you up.

• It is not unusual for agents and/or friends to find Hellboy and the human on the sofa in the library sleeping soundly.

• PS: it is also recommendable for him to have it in bed in winters, it is an effective and personal warmer, but bear in mind a few things: it drools a lot (and sometimes snores). CAUTION: he has to be careful not to flatten the human, there are nights when he moves a lot.

• Hellboy likes it when someone uses his clothes, it fills him with pride, even if he denies it. Especially if someone puts on their jacket and runs around or near their zone, I'll assure you they are going to pass out... Oh holy fuck. Abe! We need your help!! Hellboy passed out and his nose is bleeding !! D:

• Is it protective? Considering that many can take advantage of that (as he does :'v)? Yes, it is one of his instincts, although he will leave and be more relaxed with the human if the human knows how to kick ass well. But what if it is not the case? Papa number 1, you won't be able to get away from him.

• In short: he is fun to be with, he never discriminates against the human even though he calls the human silly in many ways and makes cruel and funny jokes. A very strong respect for the human (if the human respects him too), and of course... If the human refuse to at least receive hugs... Prepare to meet queendrama.

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Embarrassing situation.

Fandom: The Dark Crystal: the age of resistance.

Summary: The human never imagined that he/she would have this situation while bathing.

A/N: A funny situation that occurred to me, don't ask.

The bath wasn't the best of the best, even uncomfortable, in a way. It was uncomfortable when little beings tried to wash a monstrous being: monstrously tall. This was something like washing a wild lion, not knowing whether he ate today or not.

The human felt very uncomfortable, so much so that he/she had to ask them to leave only the necessary clothes, and a towel, if any, of course. The small beings who spoke in a strange language, pointed to the distance some bottles, in various forms and with strange liquids. When they opened them, they smelled good.

"Could it be the liquid soap?" the humanoid wondered mentally, grabbing a bottle containing a green, pineapple-scented liquid. It seemed strange to him, remembering the world he/she was in. He/She just shrugged. It has been a long time since HE/she had a decent shower, so let's take the opportunity, right?

The bath was quiet, uninterrupted, relaxing. After having cleaned all the dirt from his/her body, he/she started to wait for the little ones to at least bring a towel, but time passed and time passed, and they still didn't come. The ‘black face' got fed up, and decided to simply put on the old and dirty clothes he/she had, it would be disgusting, of course, but at least he/she wouldn't die of hyporthermia being in the bath with the water getting colder and colder as time went. The horror was when the human realized that the little creatures had taken his/her clothes without him/her noticing.

"Oh shit... Now what do I do? I get out of the bathtub naked and then walk around the castle so everyone can see my 'beauties'? Huston, I'm in trouble." He/She became visibly irritated. Perhaps the little creatures did not want to go in for obvious reasons, or were they simply really looking for the biggest towel and clothes in the castle? He/She simply could not believe that such an embarrassing situation was happening.

He/She also didn't want to lose his/her dignity by going around the castle naked. Horrible and barbaric for his/her taste.

The water was cold, and the human was visibly shaking.

"Do I go out or do I not go out?" He/She questioned himself/herself, recalling Shakespeare's famous phrase: 'to be or not to be?'.

"Fuck it all, if no one came all this time, they'll never come, argh! I hate my life!" He/She came out of the bath, feeling very exposed to the world, as if He/she was born naked into the world, saying 'hello!'. The air was also cold, which made the situation worse. He/She walked around the closets, brightening them up and possibly looking for something to cover himself/herself. But to his/her disappointment, all he/she could find were bottles and brushes and possibly other strange things of beauty that he/she could not describe in his/her own words. 

A muffled scream was heard. He/She turned his/her head in the direction of the voice. The tall human turned red: a little creature came in, with a towel, barely holding it in his two tiny hands, and on top of it was a smooth cloth, possibly the clothes. 

"THROW EVERYTHING ON THE GROUND AND GET OUT OF HERE!" The dwarf creature carried out his/her order; he threw everything to the ground, closed the door and the little being's steps were heard, running.

"JUST SAY TO SOMEONE OR YOU WILL SEE MY TRUE-" He/She paused, then went on: "MY TRUE ANGER, MORTAL!"

That's it, he/she lost a little dignity today.

He/She sighed, and simply decided to dry off and put his/her clothes on, making his/her whole face red.

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[darkbearobservation]

Hi could I get a scenario of angel dust first meeting an s/o who just arrived in hell? (and if its not too much could you write his pervy tendencies down a lil bit?)

(I haven't written about him for a long time, so sorry if his character and behavior do not match canonically) After talking to his client who had gone to bed and threatening him for not having paid what was expected, he left the building in a bad mood. He got what he wanted, but the discussion left a bad taste in his mouth. Walked looking for a soda or drug machine to calm down. As he walked, he noticed a group of sinners like him screaming.

Since he had nothing to do, he decided to approach the crowd. As he approached, he saw two demons: one that was small, but threatening in its attitude; and the other... Well, like another common demon, nothing interesting.

"You broke my car, bitch!"

"I just crashed, asshole! I don't have wings!"

So the discussion went, one demon yelling at the other, sometimes trying to punch the other. The scene seemed even comical. Angel Dust would soon forget about the past situation and focus on the fight now.

"You should pay me!" He jumped towards the other demon taller than him, but he/she dodged it.

"Yes of course! As if I had the money and the desire to do it!" He/She punched him hard on the cheek, and the small height demon flew back.

"Argh!" He growled, grabbing his cheek and getting up to continue the fight.

The fight became long, even boring. The fighters had less and less mobility and were panting. The people who where to watch and bet who would win, there were already few. The angry driver simply waved his hand in annoyance and went to the address of his wrecked car, pulling out his cell phone to call someone.

The other demon left the scene slowly. Angel Dust began to follow him at a considerable distance, out of curiosity, so that he would not notice.

At one point, he stopped walking and started looking around disoriented, not knowing where he/she were. He seized this opportunity and sidled up to the rookie demon in hell.

"First time here, honey?"

The demon started and looked at him.

"Well... That is true. Where am I?"

"We are," Angel arranged "we are in Pentagram City, dear."

"Pentagram what?" He/She asked incredulously, not understanding.

"Pentagram city, the greatest city in hell!"

"Hell? Are we in hell? I don't know about you, but it doesn't look at all like the hell they gave me in religion classes. Besides, I just fell off a ladder, I'm probably knocked unconscious and my subconscious is projecting shit to keep me going entertaining."

The spider demon did not expect such words. Well, what can you expect from a newbie?

On the other hand, he found the demon quite comical and funny and... Attractive.

"Just forget what I told you, and I'll go where my eyes look." He/She turned away from the demon arachnid and went back on his/her walk.

Angel Dust came up with a good idea and followed it.

"We are in hell, a sinful place where sin is the daily bread. Rape, slaughter, carnal desires... Everything barbarous!" The arachnid paused, then continued "And are you planning to walk the streets of everything I just said?"

"Well, yes?"

"I don't think it's the right thing to do. Walking aimlessly. Having neither money nor a home. How do you intend to survive?"

"You want something from me." He/She stood up, and crossed his/her arms, not pleased.

"I just don't want something bad to happen to you, you know baby? I'm Angel Dust and I work at the Hazbin Hotel, a hotel where workers are needed. How are you doing with that?"

"It's an offer?"

"If you want to think about it like that, it’s no problem, doll."

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May I request TFP Autobots and Hellboy (Movies) Crossover imagines? Can you especially emphasize on their first meeting and what they think of each other? Preferably post canon in TFP. Thank you bunches!

Ohh yeah! It came out very long, but I just loved the idea! I really enjoyed writing this.

Words: 1,709

----- "Ratchet, you called me, what happened?" Optimus asked, approaching his old friend. "I recently detected Decepticon activity." He replied, not bothering to turn his helmet towards Optimus. "Where specifically." "On Mont Maudit, specifically on a mountain in the Alps, on the border line between France and Italy." He typed in his digits, showing the location. "They must have found energon there." Optimus fell silent. Then he looked at the screen. "Is the group of Decepticons large?" "No Optimus, it's small." “Okay, so Ratchet, Arcee, Smokescreen and I are going to investigate, get the bridge ready.” He spoke and walked away. “Whatever you say, Optimus.” --- “On the Mont Maudit? And what had we forgotten there?” Hellboy asked, settling into the plane's seat. "The reports said that the villagers in this area complained about balls of lights stalking their homes, beings that come out of the water and then disappear, little men who leave their crops and livestock a disaster." Abe sat down facing Hellboy, putting his report folder and some papers on top of it. "Mont Maudit is popular for legends of witches, gnomes, ghosts, demons, saints, and monsters in general." “I think I have read or heard a legend from this area that, thanks to someone, the beings were trapped in the snow and since then they cannot leave. So they became more aggressive in recent decades." Liz approached in the seats, standing on tiptoe and putting her luggage in a closet. She then joined Hellboy and Abe, sitting next to Red. “Wow, this will be fun.” Sarcastically he murmured, lighting his cigarette. --- "Oh my God! May I accompany you?!” “Miko, no.” Arcee stepped aside, approaching Ratchet. "But whyyyyy????" She whimpered annoyed. "You bring a lot of problems." Ratchet snapped with venom. "Me? Bring problems? What's going, I don't even do it!” She raised her lower lip, offended. No one answered Miko's answer, nor did they flinch at looking at her! She felt sunken and sad... Until she saw Smokescreen. A sly smile appeared on her face. “Hey! You!" She murmured, waving her hand at him to come closer. Smokescreen looked to his sides, and put his digit on his chassis, making a movement on his nonexistent lips, saying "Me?" “Yes you Smokescreen! Come here." She waved her hand more. Smokescreen approached the Asian girl, Miko waved her hand more so that he leaned, he did. "Hey Smokescreen, Optimus and Arcee are going to make a patrol in the area that I want to visit, but they won't let me!" She got dramatic, closing her eyes, wrinkling her face, and placed the palm of her hand on her chest, concealing pain. “My parents had promised to take me there before, but their jobs broke our plans! Please Smokescreen, please! It's my dream!" Her eyes filled with tears. Smokescreen pulled away with shook, not knowing what to do. "What should I do?" The young autobot asked himself. "It is her desire for him after all, nothing will happen if I take her on this patrol, right?" He questioned himself. Seeing the poor blushing little face of her crying with puffy eyes, he had no choice to accept. Miko was glad in the outside, smiling, but internally she had fireworks of joy. It always works playing with feelings, right?

--- "It's good here." "The temperature is -18ºC, damn you red demon." Trembling, an old local man, surrounded by the old man, complained, leading them to a cave, where supposedly balls of light had been reported entering and leaving, that is, witches. "It's supposed to be here." Abe grabbed closer to his leather jacket. "Is there anything else that has been reported in this cave?" “I heard from some mischievous children talking about alien robots, who go in and out of this cave. But surely it is their imagination, since lately the children had become obsessed with a series of television on animated science fiction, I had seen several series, only technology is present there. » "Anything else?" "No." “Okay then, we will camp outside the cave. We will wait until night to hunt down the monsters.” --- “Arcee, you will check the western part of the mountain, Smokescreen, the eastern part. I will review the South and the North. If you detect the cave, warn on the communication radio.” "Got it Optimus." Arcee spoke. "Perfect then, see ya." Smokescreen walked away from his group. After he had walked enough, he opened his chassis. From it came Miko, panting. “I was suffocating from the unbearable smell ! When was the last time you had a bath?!” "I don't remember having bathed..." "You are disgusting!" "Do you want me to remove you from my chassis and carry you in my hand?" Miko began to tremble from the cold air. She lowered her gaze and breathed out. "Perfect then." Smokescreen laughed. They walked only ten minutes until Miko spoke in an annoyed tone of voice. "I am dying of cold." She curled up and tensed from the cold, trying to keep her body warm. Smokescreen quickened its pace. Before long they found a cave. “It must be this cave.” “Let's get in then! Or I will die of hypothermia” --- “Look, there are the skulls of some infants.” He touched a small skull with his boot to verify his statement. "Horrible." Liz wrinkled her face. "I forgot to mention that some babies had disappeared in the past two weeks." "Were they baptized?" Abe asked. "We don't have churches in our town, and if we want to baptize the newborn, we must come down from the mountains, something uncomfortable and difficult for us, that's why we just don't do it." "Are you atheists?" Hellboy hit the skull aside. "I would say that most do, but there are some who are Gnostics, nothing more." The older man shrugged. “Red, Liz, we'll have to climb to get to the witches' nest.” Abe pointed his fine finger at a cave that was almost on the ceiling.

--- "It's still cold in the cave." Miko trembled, holding her arms and rubbing them, trying to increase the heat. "Do you want to stay in my stinking chassis?" His smile widened from "ear to ear". The teenager frowned and put her lips in a fine line. Smokescreen just laughed softly. They advanced, until they heard a scream. They stopped. "Surely it is the wind." Miko argued. "Wind?" "Yes, I heard from Raf saying that in the caves, as there are many holes there or something that the wind upon entering produced sound-" Without finishing her sentence they heard another scream. Then another, another, and another. The screams were agony, some were higher than the others. Without a doubt, Miko's theory was momentarily rejected by the two friends, and they cautiously made their way to the source where the screaming was. Miko noticed that the temperature in the cave started to rise, surprisingly. As they turned a corner to the right, they noticed two "hallways". They stood between them and tried to identify which of these "hallways" the screams came from. "Left." Smokescreen claimed. "Left." The Asian girl agreed with her friend and nodded. The two entered the left "hallways". The screaming stopped, but they were more certain that they were reaching their destination, they trusted this. “Damn witches, they started to breed like rabbits!” A deep voice screamed in displeasure. "Stinky." A female voice spoke, but in a disgusted tone of voice. “Witches?” Miko questioned herself mentally. But her curiosity forced her to run towards the voices, which made Smokescreen gasp in surprise when she realized that she was very close to the entrance of a smaller cave than the previous ones. Smokescreen's ultimate terror was when she turned abruptly toward the cave entrance. He had to risk and run, making noise and tremors on the floor. What if it was Soundwave? Turning, he found this image: there were corpses all over the small cave, the blood was scattered on the ground, some "witches" that he thought they were, had some extermination ripped out, but they were few. But most of it was that their heads were exploded, as if a bomb had been put in their mouths. He encountered two humans, a man with wrinkles on her face and a woman with short hair. They had also... What were they honestly? A red human with severed horns and a blue humanoid? Were they other rare human races? The human with the wrinkled face dropped his weapon and fell to the ground, and the red man opened his mouth and dropped the cigarette he smoked. “Holly molly...” Red muttered. "Oh dear..." Abe muttered. "Oh God..." Liz murmured in unison with the old man. They were all in awkward silence. Miko gasped and her eyes lit up. "Did you guys do it?!?!? This is amaizing!!!!” Everyone was left with confused faces upon hearing the teenage girl's words. --- "Miko, you will never go out on a patrol with us, never." Angry Arcee spoke. "And I don't regret doing it." She sat on the sofa in a huge fur jacket and snuggled into it, pulling out her mobile phone and staring obsessively look at it. “Raf, look.” She approached the boy with glasses to show his photo in his eyes. "We had encountered with nonhumans." Raf adjusted his glasses and narrowed his eyes. "Were you in a city?" "No! We had found them in the cave! They killed witches! Look!" Show other photos. One of them showed Hellboy holding the head of a witch kissing her passionately. Raf wrinkled his nose. “Don't make up stories to get attention, Miko.” Jack spoke from his computer, finishing his homework. "Do not criticize! You haven't even seen the photos!” “Can I look, Miko?” The leader of the autobots approached the sofa. "Of course!" She got up from the sofa, dragging the fur jacket in her path. The photos looked friendly, first were some selfies of her and people outside of him, then came some funny photos of them doing silly things with the corpses, such as Hellboy dancing tango with one. “Also I asked for their phone numbers and they were so nice to give them to me. I also gave them mine so we can stay in contact.” Miko boasted. "YOU GAVE THEM WHAT?!?!" Ratchet yelled.

[darkbearobservation]

would you write for Vlad Masters?

Unfortunately not. I don't even know him, sorry fam.

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An interesting discovery.

Summary:

A human terrifies all of Thra.

Fandom: The Dark Crystal: the age of resistance.

Words: 1301

A/N: I wrote it when it was late in the morning, don't ask. I apologize if it is misspelled in English, it just isn't my first language, but, hey, I tried. You can find that work on AOR.

A rumor spread throughout Thra that in the thickest and densest forest area, where hardly any sunlight came. There lived a tall, biped, corpulent silhouette, but with a soft and pleasant voice. Some gelflings theorized that it was a spirit, who cared for this area, others said it was a violent cold-blooded monster, others thought it was just a myth or the imagination of scary gelflings, plus it served as a good excuse for children More naughty will not enter the forest to get lost, or it also served very well to scare children, like a bedtime story. Everything was going well so far, until the alert was given that this "silhouette" came out of his "cave". The "silhouette" was described as a being completely covered with earth and moss, and a long and outstanding vegetation that imitated the hair. They could admit that this was good camouflage. No one, absolutely no one could see or identify the face of this creature, but some fearful described it as a demonic, black and deformed face. It went from being called the creature as "the black face". Thra was trembling with fear. Concern came timidly to the castle, as some skeksis repeatedly heard the same story from their soldiers and servants, speaking with some anxiety. The skeksis were immediately interested (and some, who would never admit it, were scared), and sent their hunter on a hunt for this mysterious being. Days, weeks passed, and not a word from the hunter, or the gelflings, or the podlings. Thra was silent. The skeksis felt the true terror.

The emperors of Thra thought that the beast was stronger than all known Thra, they even thought that the creature had eaten it in one bite. SkekSo was unable to sleep at night peacefully and suffered from constant insomnia, as he admitted to his court that he had recurring nightmares and dreamed that the beast ate him alive. SkekSil desperately gossiped at his servants, desperate to get any information from them. SkekVar began to put on more armor than normal and always carried spare swords and knives as he feared that it was not enough to defeat the beast. SkekZok obsessively sought to create a new ritual to protect the castle, or at least, them, as he said that "the black face" was a magical being and stronger than them, and that, literally said by him, was death. SkekAyuk did not eat as often. He was trying not to eat much, since he believed that the beast would eat him if he was fat. It would be a delight. SkekLach barely left her room, always saying, "I'm more protected here than out there." SkekEkt tried to put on the lightest clothes, so that she could have time and be quick to escape. Although of course, without losing the glamor. SkekOk feared being alone in the library, as he said that sometimes, at night, by candlelight, he would see the monster, looking at it, waiting for it. Since then, he always had guards to protect him, although some escaped. SkekTek was the most paranoid of all skeksis. he hardly slept, he didn't eat. She had anxiety, sometimes there were times when he collapsed to the ground, because his fear put on jellies. He also became obsessed with walls: he was glued to the walls of the castle corridors. Some even feared that he would merge with him. Thra was scared.

"What if SkekMal is dead?" The Emperor asked in a whisper. "What if "the black face" was killed him?" The Ritual Master questioned. "What if he ate it!?" The Ornamentalist was frightened. Everyone in the room gasped at these words. The room fell into unpleasant silence, although no one dared make any noise. Suddenly they heard sounds. They still did not know where they came from. The sounds were increasing in volume and they identified that they came from the corridors, due to the echo they produced, and also, they realized that they were voices. The voices were approaching without haste, growling, whistling. Silence. The door to the throne room abruptly opened. SkekMal was limping, grunting in pain. His breathing was heavy and ragged, sometimes saying a curse. The court realized he was carrying something large on his shoulders, wrapped in a dirty cloth bag of dirt, or so it was supposed to be. The Hunter dropped the bag to the ground abruptly, and something inside this bag gasped. Then he removed the cloth cape. When taking it out, his eyes met a biped shape, full of moss and vegetation... The mother Aughra. It was "the  black face". The literal embodiment of death. "Here is your damn beast, my lord." SkekMal bowed to his emperor. As he bowed, he gasped and caught his back, in pain. "That happens to be asshole, damn skull." The bipedal figure snapped. The beast rose with difficulty, whimpering in pain, and turned toward the court. The figure was huge. The Skeksis screwed up in fear. "Thra's mother..." The General spoke, slowly opening his beak. "What the..." The monster looked at them. She/He rubbed his eyes, looked at them again. She/He removed some of his "hair" from her/his face. She/He was dumbfounded. "I shouldn't have eaten that mushroom in the forest I found..."  thought "the black face". No one could say a single word, in order to remain in an uncomfortable silence. "But what slags are these?!" The beast spoke with indignation "Are these really the 'emperors'?! I imagined something else! Damn, they cheated me!" She/He raised her/his arms and returned them to his siege as a sign of bad humor. Then her/his gaze went to the hunter: "And why did I allow myself to be submissive to you?" She/He spoke with a hint of poison in her/his voice. "Who are you?" Finally someone spoke, and it was the Emperor. SkekSo tried to be in a stoic and calm posture, although inside it was a total disaster. "Who am I? I am your nightmare if you don't tell me what you want from me." Acidly snapped "the black face". "My lord, shall I kill him?" SkekMal asked, although "the black face" glared at him. SkekSil approached the emperor and whispered in his ear: "Emperor, the beast is angry. Why don't we calm it down?" "And why is that, SkekSil?"

"He is an emotional being, which is why SkekSil noticed, my dear Emperor. SkekSil thinks it might be better if we give him 'shelter and food'. He would calm down and relax. What do you think, my emperor?" "He can escape!" "SkekSil doesn't think this, my Lord. Look at him, he's barely standing and breathing, I doubt he wants to run. Hmmm?" "And when it gets stronger?" "He will be lost in the castle, especially we have the guard and the hunter. There is no need to panic, my Lord." SkekSil moved away from SkekSo, and returned to his place. "Guard! Take him to the bathroom! The podlings will wash him! And find him some clothes! The biggest one there is!" "Hey, and where did all that kindness come from out of nowhere?" Sarcasm stopped the "walking moss", and moved toward the gelfling soldiers, who trembled with every step she/he took. After all, the beast disappeared, closing the door behind her/him. They all gasped and relaxed in unison. "How lucky he didn't eat us!" SkekAyuk spoke happily first. "And why did it cost you so much to catch him, SkekMal?" He spoke angrily at the Ritual Master. "Do you know how quick and cunning they were? He was constantly changing his location, damn it." "Interesting..." SkekTek raised his claw to his beak, intrigued and thoughtful at SkekMal's remarks.

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Rules of the Dark Bear.

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Rules:

1. I DO NOT write anything about strange fetishes, pedophilia, zoophilia, incest, violence (like the use of slavery (although it can be denied if it is something comical, such as a kidnapping, for example) and everything related to these shits.  ಠ_ಠ

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Transformers (Bayverse, TFA, TFP, Most MTMTE characters, G1 ( remember something), Beast wars)

Hellboy (Movies)

Dragon Ball (DB, DBZ, DBS)

Cuphead

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

The Dark Crystal: the age of resistance

Hellsing and Hellsing Ultimate

Marvel (Only: Rocket and Groot, Drax, Yondu, Wolverine, Loki, Thanos, Doctor Strange, Ultron)

DC Comics (Only: Joker)

Rise of the Guardians (ROTG)

Twisted Wonderland

Jujutsu Kaisen

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