#// -manic cackling- guys it's DONE

[sleepingdead96]

Prepared for Anything Part One

Danny stared at the ceiling, bored, as the creepy clown laughed manically at a camera. Danny hadn’t been in this dimension for two minutes, (he’d portalled directly into Joker’s hideout) before he was promptly tied to a chair. He could get out of it easily.

Thing was, there were others here, restrained more thoroughly than Danny. They wore colourful, armoured suits and were obviously the vigilantes/heroes of this. . .place—Gotham? Danny’d heard the name mentioned a few times now—This Freakshow wannabe was obviously one of their villains. 

Danny had been hoping someone would show up without having to draw attention to himself. What was this dimension’s stance on halfas? Or ghosts?

But no one had come yet, it had been an hour, and he was getting stiff from sitting here so long without being able to move his limbs.

Danny heaved a loud, exasperated sigh-groan at the ceiling. The guy, face-painted like a toddler who’d gotten into their parent’s make-up, suddenly stopped monologuing. 

Good. It was getting annoying.

“Are you done yet?” Danny complained much like the impatient teenager he was. “I’ve got crap to do, wrap it up, would you?”

Danny came here to explore. He was not exploring. He should be exploring and it was all this dude’s fault.

Danny supposed he could go all ghost on him and bounce, but he came all this way. It wasn’t much of hassle, but still. Danny was stubborn. He knew this.

The warehouse was silent. The creepo wasn’t talking, anymore, he wasn’t doing anything, and Danny deigned to lift his head from where it’d been thrown back on the chair.

The costumed people were looking at him in horror.

Danny wasn’t sure why.

The walking fashion disaster began to cackle with condescending amusement.

Yeah, okay, whatever.

Danny ignored the man’s delve into something about Danny’s impending doom, or threatening him with pain, and something, something, something. Something about broken this, burning that, yada, yada yada, when Danny got an idea.

Behind the chair where his hands were bound, knowing no one was behind him, he quietly broke the ropes on his wrists. The vigilantes—a red one with bandoliers crossing over his chest and one who wore a largely grey and black suit with an R emblem on the left side of his chest—were valiantly trying to dissuade the psycho to leave Danny alone, who now realized the said psycho was coming towards him, carrying a crowbar.

How original.

The Joker, as Danny heard someone call him at some point, he’s not sure when, leaned in close. His breath stank. 

Danny made a disgusted face. “Do you not brush your teeth at all? Gross, dude.”

“You won’t be mak—“

Danny punched him in the jaw. The guy went down pretty easily. 

Danny made an annoyed noise as he bent down to untie his ankles from the chair legs. He muttered to himself. “Stupid villains, always gotta get in the way, why can’t I just have one nice vacation, huh?”

“How did you do that?” 

Danny looked up at the red one. “Do what?” He asked, standing and stretching with satisfying pops.

“Get free.”

“Oh. . .” Danny reached into his hoodie sleeve and pulled out a small hand saw. He guessed he coulda used a knife, but it was the first thing he'd thought of.

The guy spluttered. “You just keep a saw in your sleeve?”

“Yep.” Danny popped the P. No need for them to know he can make portals. As tiny as needed. “You guys want help out of those, or what?” Danny gestured to the chains keeping the two bound on the floor.

“No, Joker’s goons outside probably has the keys, we have back-up. . . .coming. . . .where did you get that?”

Danny didn’t miss a beat as he crouched to get a grip on the chain with the large pair of bolt cutters. “Ah, ya know, never leave home without a good pair of bolt cutters.” He offered. The room they were in was pretty bare, saying he found it “lying around” wouldn’t work. It’d be pretty obvious.

“That is absurd.” The younger one said. “Where did they come from?”

Danny snapped the red one free and moved onto the angry eyebrows one. How did they still emote so well through those masks? “Just had it on hand.”

“But wh—“

“Oh look! There ya go! I gotta go, nice being held hostage with ya’ll.” Danny ignored their calls for him, climbing out of the nearest window and disappearing.

[airaibunny]

dom!sana x sub!fem!reader - “she’s better” (warnings: smut, thigh riding, degradation, orgasm control, fingering, jealousy, friends with benefits, breast/nipple play, biting)

a/n: i wrote this half asleep, please excuse me if anything sounds funky.

word count: 2.1k

sana has been scowling at you from across the living room since you and nayeon left your bedroom. this has become a regular occurrence lately. you and nayeon have gotten extremely close in the past few weeks—not that you weren’t already close, but it has escalated quite a bit for some reason. you’ve been talking about very serious topics for hours, which has been very pleasant. the members don’t usually include you in such conversations because you’re the maknae. every time you finish talking and finally walk outside, sana has the same irritated frown on her face. she’s convinced there’s something going on between you and nayeon, even though there most definitely isn’t. however, she doesn’t need to know that. that’s why you don’t explicitly deny anything when she asks you about it.

you take immense advantage of her being angry, she’s a lot rougher that way. sana might be thought of as the sweetest or cutest member in twice, but when it’s just you and her; she’s far from that. she’s extremely possessive, even if what’s going on between you two is ‘just sex.’

you fiercely wish it wasn’t though, you’ve been smitten with everything about minatozaki sana from the day you met her. you want to tell her this, but you can’t. the day this ‘relationship’ started between you two she was very clear on the fact that she didn’t like girls, so you said the same. you both agreed this was simply a way of helping each other deal with stress.

“are you two fucking?”

jeongyeon asks, pointing at you and nayeon. the room goes silent and you’re pretty sure you hear someone choke on something.

“what the fuck? no.”

nayeon snaps back and dahyun starts manically laughing, throwing herself on the floor in the process.

“well, what are you doing in there every damn day?”

chaeyoung inches closer to you guys and questions out of curiosity as well.

“we’re literally just talking, calm the fuck down. why don’t you go worry about how well you and mina are hiding what YOU do in your room.”

chaeyoung let’s her jaw drop, walking back and putting her hands in the air in defeat. dahyun is still rolling on the floor, holding her stomach as she cackles hysterically.

“i think you’re being a little too defensive for that to be the truth.”

sana unexpectedly joins in on the conversation, leaving you wide-eyed and frozen in place.

“okay, i’m done with this conversation, goodbye.”

with that, nayeon walks away and into the kitchen. everyone shrugs it off smirking at you guys and goes back to whatever they were doing before. you head into your room again, wanting to escape the awkward silence outside. you’re also hoping that sana will follow you, and sure enough, she does. after a few minutes of sitting on your bed alone, you hear the door open and sana walks in, turning the lock behind her.

“you’re not even trying to hide it from everyone else anymore.”

she walks closer to the bed, making you slide back and letting her crawl on top of you.

“why does that matter to you? it’s not like i’m telling them about us.”

she lowers her lips to your neck, alternating between biting and kissing it to lesser the pain.

“i just didn’t take you for such a whore, getting nayeon to fuck you and then letting me do the same.”

she’s no longer kissing you, only biting. her hand lifts your shirt up to reveal your severely marked breasts. it’s all from her, they’re entirely her marks.

“what does nayeon say when she sees these? what do you tell her?”

she stares at you, waiting for an answer before going on any further.

“she doesn’t say anything.”

you’re not exactly lying, nayeon doesn’t say anything about them, even if that’s because she’s never seen them. sana completely takes off your shirt and the rest of your clothes along with it.

“why put your clothes back on and go outside at all? so much wasted time.”

she keeps teasing you with phrases like that, you’ve thought about the possibility of her being jealous, but that can’t be. she doesn’t like you, you know this for sure. she’s just saying whatever she thinks will turn you on.

her lips come in contact with your neck again while she uses her hands to massage your swollen breasts, squeezing and tugging at your nipples. she keeps doing this for while, rapidly increasing the force she’s doing it with until it starts to hurt you a bit.

“sana, that hurts.”

“good. when you’re laying in bed tonight, i want you to remember me fucking you, not nayeon.”

this makes you incredibly wet. you can feel the slick running out of you and onto the bed, but you’re not going to let her know that.

“fuck you.”

sana stops what she’s doing and comes up to look at you, a smug smile on her face.

“is that what you want, to fuck me? would you even know how?”

sana laughs and throws her head back, letting you get a perfect view of her neck. you want to kiss her as well, but you know she won’t let you. she’s the one who gets to kiss and play with you, not the other way around.

“you’re hilarious.”

she brings her face to the nipple she’s had in her hand the entire time, putting it in her mouth to tease you even more. her hands go to your thighs, stroking them and spreading them apart. you’re completely entranced by her every move, falling deeper and deeper into her intoxicating touch. your breathy moans quickly fill the room, the air starts to feel heavy and stuffy. you want more, but she won’t give it to you.

“sana, stop being such a tease.”

she stops what she’s doing, rolling her eyes and staring at you with an annoyed look on her face.

“didn’t you just cum five minutes ago? let me have some fun.”

fuck.

she just won’t let this nayeon thing go. what’s her problem? can she not see how badly you want this? admittedly however, this is your fault. you’re the one who’s letting her believe all of this, so you just have to deal with it now.

“sana please.”

“no.”

she goes back to sadistically playing with your tits, making you cry out in frustration. her face is adorned with a smile; she loves this. she loves making you upset, it’s how she gets off.

you notice a shift in her demeanor and she’s no longer touching you at all, just staring and poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue.

“tell me what nayeon does to you when you’re alone, i want to hear everything.”

you don’t know what to say, but you can’t tell her it was all a lie now.

“what nayeon does doesn’t concern you.”

you look up at her, giving her the same angry stare she’s giving you.

“if you don’t tell me, i’m not touching you.”

you don’t know what to do, you need her to touch you, but you have no clue what you can tell her to make this happen.

“that’s fine, she’s better than you anyway.”

shit, maybe you shouldn’t have said that. it was the first thing you could think of. you thought it might make her keep going, but you now realize you have just jumped into a much bigger pot of boiling water than before.

“say that again.”

“i said she’s better than you, sana.”

you can see her eyes darken and her jaw clench. you don’t know what’s about to happen, but sana looks irate. she’s never looked at you with such venom in her eyes, all her silly frustration toward the nayeon situation has always been very tamed, this doesn’t seem like that. maybe you went too far.

“sit the fuck up.”

she doesn’t give you even a second to react to her request, simply pulling you up and turning you around. your back is now pressed against her chest, you can feel her breathing on your neck and it sends shivers down your spine.

her hand quickly finds its way to your drenched folds, pressing against them without missing a beat. her other hand is in your hair, pulling it so your head in pointed up and resting on her shoulder.

“that was awfully bold of you, slut. let’s see if you still think that after i’m done.”

she quickly adds speed to the hand between your legs, making you twitch and jolt in response to her every move. her other hand is still firmly gripping your hair. you feel that familiar heaviness in the pit of your stomach, building more and more as she continues stimulating your heat.

“oh c’mon, it’s too soon.”

she stops, fully taking her hand away from you. you whine in protest as she pushes you forward, making you land on your hands. she positions herself behind you, putting her hand over your core once more.

“if i think you’re going to cum too soon again, i’ll stop.”

she abruptly pushes two fingers inside of you, making you scream out in pain.

“sana!”

“oh sorry, is nayeon more gentle? is that why she’s apparently better?”

you can’t believe you’re hearing about nayeon again. even as she knuckles deep inside of you, she still has to bring her up. is it really possible that she’s jealous? there’s no other explanation for her extreme behavior. you can’t think about this right now though, not when she’s pounding in and out of you at such a sinful speed.

your arms feel weak, they can’t hold you up much longer. your entire body is shaky, but all you can focus on is how fast she’s going.

her free hand suddenly lands a loud hit on your ass. your entire body jerks forward, letting out a loud whine.

“oh wow, did you like that, cunt?”

she does it again, earning another moan. she giggles, curling her fingers inside you and keeping the same steady pace. the same feeling as before comes back, stronger this time, you want to get off so bad, but she won’t let you just yet.

“no, you’re doing it too early again.”

she stops once more, leaving the same emptiness as before inside you. your core aches and your legs feel numb, why won’t she let you get off?

“sit.”

she pats down her thigh and motions ‘come here’ with her hand. you blindly follow her command, completely forgetting whatever it is you were trying to prove at the beginning of this.

her hands land on your hips, holding you in place. her lips connect to your neck once more, leaving wet kisses all over it. she begins rocking your hips against herself, slowly adding pressure.

“sana…”

you moan out her name, loving how every letter sounds in your mouth. she hums against your skin, flexing her thigh under you.

“hm, did you call out nayeon’s name like that too?”

you’ve had enough of nayeon. you can’t hear her say that name one more time. without thinking, you grab her face and press your lips against hers.

in all the time this has been happening between you two, you’d never kissed. it always felt too intimate for some reason.

“stop talking about nayeon, please. i don’t care about her.”

her scowl is suddenly completely gone. all you can see in her face is shock. she cups your cheek with her hand and brings you in for another kiss. this one is long and profound, your tongues knotted with each other. your hands wrap around her neck, wanting to feel her entire body on yours. her hands are still on your hips, guiding them along her thigh.

you can feel yourself getting hotter, blood rushing to your core. your cheeks feel fiery and your breathing is unsteady. all of your moans and whines are falling directly into her mouth, making her speed up at every sound.

you feel your muscles tense and squeeze her in anticipation. your lips are still on hers, refusing to let her go.

you are on the edge, you know you’re about to cum and you think she might stop, but she doesn’t.

you finally let yourself fall apart, shaking and whimpering in her arms. your eyes are tightly shut and your entire body is pulsating. she continues rolling your hips on her, slowing down to let you fully feel the orgasm.

once you’re calm enough to speak, she brushes the hair out of you face smiling.

“well, that was a nice kiss.”

she jokes and you roll your eyes at her as you pant, still somewhat dizzy. you’re about to kiss her again, when you suddenly feel a wave of guilt wash over you.

you have to tell her.

“sana, there’s nothing going on between me and nayeon. i’m sorry i lied, and i’m sorry i said she was better than you.”

she keeps smiling, leaning in to kiss you again.

“i already knew that.”

[honoviadakai]

Rating the Hazbin crew based on how much I trust them to drive me places 🚗 😈

(This idea comes from @not-just-another-hazbin don’t think I didn’t see your reblog my friend, it’s been making me cackle for a week now 🤣)

Charlie 🏨🎶:

8/10

Oh this is the SAFEST person you could get in a car with

Although

9 times out of 10, she’s probably not the one driving

It would be Razzle and Dazzle

That being said

When she DOES drive, you’re guaranteed to get from point A to point B in one piece

She’s a little too safe though….

She follows all traffic laws to the letter

And that wouldn’t borne a problem…if you guys weren’t in hell

Traffic laws in hell are a suggestion more than anything else

So more often then not, people are yelling slurs and insults at you two

Also, she’s lowkey a s low driver

She refuses to go above 30mph unless absolutely necessary

And that’s usually never with her

So if you have an appointment at 4pm and she’s the one driving you

No you don’t

It’s at 2pm

3pm at latest

She honestly gives off massive “trying to be the cool mom” vibes when driving

But her some slack, it’s the daddy issues that make her give that vibe

Vaggie 🦋🗡️:

8/10

She’s pretty ok at driving tbh

She’s gonna keep you safe and she’s more than capable of navigating you through the hellscape of hell’s roads

But her road rage is insane

Like you’d think someone like Husk has horrible road rage right?

Nah

It’s Vaggie

She genuinely might actually start ramming into people if they’re being truly unreasonably unhinged and threaten your safety

She truly just wants to keep you safe so that’s exactly what she’s gonna do

Just keep your seatbelt on…please

She’s also just not gonna let anyone eat in her car

No exceptions

Alastor🦌📻:

-100/10

Why…oh why in the ever loving FUCK would you get in a car where the RADIO DEMON was behind the wheel!?!

Get out of the car!

NOW!

He’s gonna cause an accident on the freeway on purpose!

And god help you if you say you’re in a hurry!

He’s gonna grove even slower than Charlie!

Like 5MPH kind of slow!

DO. NOT. LET. ALASTOR. DRIVE!

Angel Dust🕷️💕:

6/10

He’s an average driver tbh

Well…

When he’s being chill/sober

He’s pretty good at staying out of trouble and getting you from point A to B in the time you need

Now if he’s having a manic episode or had too much coke….

Please for the love of god buckle up

He’s speeding so fast it makes Sonic the Hedgehog look like a tortoise

He’s there for a good time, not a long time and he wants to see some shit get wrecked

But tbh he might not let you in the car if he’s doing this

He doesn’t care what happens to him

But you?

Your safety matters so much to him…

Thankfully he hasn’t done stuff like that in a long time so for the most part, he’s a good person to go to if you need a ride

Husk🐈‍⬛🥃:

9/10

He’s got the soul of a grumpy old man and he drives like one too

First of all

He’s gonna complain when you ask him to take you anywhere

He’s gonna drive you ofc

But he’s gonna act like you took him away from something important

It was booze

You took him away from his quiet drinking time

How dare you

He’s gonna get you from point A to B as quickly and as safely as he can

Nothing crazy, he just wants to hurry back home with as little chaos happening as possible

Low key I feel like he plays country, blues and/or rock music from around the time he was alive

It’s mostly sad music if you really listen to the lyrics

He honestly doesn’t care if you eat in the car but if you make a mess, he’s making you clean it

It’s honestly like getting a ride from you’re very tired and jaded uncle

Niffty🐞🪡:

-90/19

No

Absolutely not

First of all

Look at her

She’s like 3 ft tall

How is she supposed to reach the pedals or look over the steering wheel????

Second

Even if she was tall enough to drive properly….would you honestly get in the car with her???

The best way I can explain her driving….

And even then…I think she’s 1000 times worse than this guy

She’d tumble it hard enough to make it explode while you’re both still inside

And she’s laugh gleefully….

Just get a cab…it’s much safer

Sir Pentious🐍🥚:

-60/10

Ok

I know he’s capable of piloting his war machine

But piloting a ship and driving a car and very different for him

Ships are easy for him

But cars????

It’s like reading a foreign language to him

You’ll eventually reach your destination sure

But the town you just passed through is somehow on fire

And so is the car

And it’s only being held together by duct tape and prayers…

Just walk

Your chances of coming home in once piece is much higher that way

[just-a-lil-critter]

Bakugo's Apology Analysis :-

(but it's actually just me crying over my dearest bois and their dynamics)

I love Izuku's blatant show of emotional vulnerability throughout the series. yeah he's a crybaby/nerd/impulsive martyr but for someone who's been relentlessly bullied for so many years he is ridiculously open about his feelings and I admire him so much for it

"I am scared for you, for everyone and what risking everything could do to me, so I will stay away even if it costs me my smile, even if it drains me of all life"

Like hello?? this boy is so exhausted, halfway to death's door and fighting off an actual army of frenemies and still, still cannot bring himself to close his heart, the worst he can think to say is "you can't keep up" and apologises for that too. he doesn't even think to push them away like he should and I *ugly sobs*

The apology *manic cackles*

Ohh the relief. the satisfaction. the completion of a circle literally years in the making.

and Izuku's reaction is just the icing on the cake. I was genuinely worried they might downplay this scene after the whole OP fiasco (Bokurano by Eve is a banger btw) but Bones did not disSAPOINT

look at them. look at Katsuki. head bowed, face-to-face in front of everyone, openly admitting to the horrible things he said, things he did to Izuku in the softest voice we've ever heard from him, running to catch him in the rain and not once asking for forgiveness, only that Izuku come home with him, with them all

"I have done terrible things to you, the kind not easily forgiven, so I do not ask. but you are dear to me and I cannot lose you, even if I am lost to you. so come with us, come back, I will hold your shaking hands and broken body in the hailing rain like a testament and save to win as you win to save"

did anyone else notice this?

when Izuku goes vigilante he's so focused on defeating All For One he completely switches from 'save to win' to 'win to save'. ofc he's doing it to protect everyone but that's not the objective anymore, it's the result.

whereas Katsuki is so fixated on bringing Izuku's overworked dumbass back he doesn't even think about AFO let alone defeating him. his defining moral also does a 180 & becomes 'save to win' instead like ASBHSDHSJDKFS DO YOU GUYS SEE WHAT I MEAN IS THE BRAIN BRAINING TO MY BKDKS??!

In summary, I have lost my leftover sanity, 3 boxes of tissues and so much comfort food y'all oh my god-

to this scene. this one moment in a(surprisingly large) list of bkdk being soulmates, platonic or otherwise ಥ_ಥ

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, have a good day/night, drink some water and fix your goddamn spine you banana shaped fucks<3<3

Also here's the link to my previous post>>

[rurus-kadoo]

The manic energy of Tango in Zed's newest video is so infectious!

Zed knows he's been working really hard on Decked Out 2 and he's almost done and he's been in that hole for so long with little to no external stimuli. And Zed's many things but he is NOT the kind of friend that refuses a friend the opportunity to have a little fun.

So he schemes for a bit and comes up with a new Zedvancement, an excuse to drag Tango out of the Frozen, sunless Citadel, and from the moment Tango sees that A.S.S. Hat, reminded of ye olde Sillies from back in the day, he's so excited.

Cut to the elytra course, Tango's all "Woah woah woah I'm rusty!" but Zedaph just laughs and says "Give it a go!" and hands him a lead attached to a baby chicken.

Cut to the rim of the Hole of Fame. Zed explains the Zedvancement, and Tango's laughing and asking incredulous questions and making hysterical noises but laughing and laughing and laughing and he's all in and Zed can tell this was a good idea.

Cut to the launch platform, Tango's holding his hand to his face and giggling furiously because Zed miscalculated which sheep would give birth. He's using his Smartness, his Tango brain, to calculate where the baby sheep's gonna fall and to decide which sheep needs fed first for optimal placement. Zed's having the time of his life, and he can tell Tango is, too.

Cut to Tango, squealing and flying and tumbling through the air trying to gain as much airtime as possible without using rockets, with Zedaph desperately chucking wheat in the general direction of the baby sheep. They come crashing into the water laughing and laughing.

Cut to Tango, stuffing wheat into the sheep's mouth when suddenly it's grown and he's roaring "It's alive! It's alive!" and trying to give Zed landing directions between the hysterical giggles. Zed lands the sheep and they laugh and cheer and sing their own fanfare.

Cut back to the launch platform. Tango pitches the Zedvancement back to Zedaph, listing the things he was cackling incredulously at the prospect of earlier, and suggesting they take it a step further.

Smash cut, "We go again, Zed." Tango has this manic grin on his face, that gremlin spark in his eyes. Zedaph, with a fierce Mischief look, steps forward. "We go again."

Cut to the platform again. There are now four dangling sheep. Tango and Zed now have bits of wool all over their clothes. "These guys couldn't keep up with our reproduction needs, so we had to add more."

Cut. "So yeah, it was getting a bit confusing trying to remember which ones to do so we have perfectly Zedaph-colored sheep now." The sheep are dyed pink and yellow, color-coded in pairs.

Cut, Tango and Zed have matching Gremlinsanity eyes and smiles, and potions in their hands. They're not going to stop until this sheep is dangled.

Cut to Tango's whoops and cheers and cackles as Zedaph hooks the lead onto the fencepost, a pink sheep dangling beneath.

Cut to the Hole of Fame. Zedaph's trumpeting their victory. "The walk of- not shame, the opposite of shame!" "No! Victory and glory and triumph and delivery service!!"

And he knows this was a good idea.

[clxwnprinceofcrime]

(There is a plain, baby blue letter waiting for him on his desk that's addressed to him.) Dear Joker, I know this might be surprising coming from me of all people. As I tossed and I turned and I paced around, I can't seem to find the will in me to let this go, at least, not the way I expect to be. I want to make things right before we permanently part ways forever. Or else this will weigh in my heart for the rest of my life. You know how it is with me and guilt. ...

Joker... I did not lie when I said I pitied you. From what started as disgust and hatred grew into soft and fondness of your company, and... the longer we're apart I can say with full certainty that I hold held genuine feelings for you; it was just really hard to accept it from my end. Despite our mutual feelings, I think it would still be best that we never see each other again, mostly because I truly do think that you deserve someone better. Someone who truly does make you happy, not make you bathe in misery and heartbreak like I have. I do not feel worthy of you. Please do take care of yourself. I wish you a good life from here on out. Thank you for the memories, I know I'll cherish it as much as you have. Whenever I smile, I'll think fondly of you. - Azura

His hands shake as they grip harder onto the paper, his breathing is heavy and ragged in a way that almost seems feral. Slamming the note down, he balls his fist and grabs his hair. He attempts to catch his breath, the scene itself, frightening for its only observer. "..Sir, uh- She said it's best if you didn't send anything back. T..To leave it-"

"Did you hear her? What she wrote to me?" He asks.

The man behind him stands uncomfortably. "No, I just-"

He laughs, one that might have been fond to the author of the letter, but it certainly was no comfort to his henchmen.

"She loves me. She- She does love me, she... she was scared. Of course, of course. All of the pressure, the commitment. My sweets was always afraid of commitment." Joker stands, pushing the chair out and scrambling to his feet.

Jester flinches. "She-"

"Don't- don't act like you know her like I do. You've done your part, now you're going to do your job." He hisses through his teeth, that horrid smile on his face.

Jester shrinks, fighting whether or not he should do something about this. Help that poor girl one last time. She said she wanted him, she just couldn't make that choice. If he got in the way, what good would it do?

He slowly nods, stepping back to leave Joker to his own devices.

The clown watches the door close and he feels what was once despair become a vicious glee, his emotions swirling and drowning his mind till he could barely think. He falls and holds onto himself, so overcome with joy that it hurts. His eyes are manic and wild as he digs his hands into his arms until they begin to bleed. His head falls backwards and he lets out a cackle akin to a hyena after a wonderfully gory meal.

Ohhhhh, Azura.. You won't have to worry for long.

This guy's in loooove with youuuu.

[msweebyness]

Mirrorverse Crossover- Aurore

Hey hey hey, it’s Weeby with the next installment of Mirrorverse! Things are getting tense between the well/mannered fairy and the wacky witch! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Sitting ramrod straight and feeling supremely out of sorts, BluRore looked with trepidation at her counterpart, the witch giggling like a madwoman as she swung her legs back and forth. Every so often, she would sneak a glance at the fairy, before descending into another fit of laughter.

“Is there a reason you’re somehow acting even more disturbed than usual?”, BlueRore asked tersely, folding her hands as she looked at MimRore with uneasy irritation. What was with her?

The mad mage let out another fanatical laugh before answering her counterpart.

“I’m just excited to talk to a version of myself that thinks ‘goodness’ is the way to go in life, dearie!”, she tittered, gagging at the word ‘goodness, “It fascinates me how someone with my face could be so dull and dense!”, she went on to taunt, giving the fairy a twitching grin.

BluRore took in a deep breath at these words, her entire body going tense. If she wasn’t so well-trained in holding her composure…

“Oh, no…”, Sabrinocchio murmured nervously, her fingers making hollow clicking sounds as she twiddled them anxiously. If there was one thing her fairy godsister hated, it was having her intelligence called into question.

“I wouldn’t say that I’M the dense one here, my dear. Your head is barely attached to your shoulders on a good day.”, BlueRore said tersely, her wand gripped tightly in her hands. MimRore only smirked in response.

“Well, if you were smarter, you'd notice that something isn't quite right. But it seems...”, she taunted cheerily, before a sudden poof changed her physical form into that of a small purple bat!, “You're blind as a bat!”

Promptly changing the other blonde back to normal with a flick of her wand, BlueRore said in slight irritation, “I would ask what you mean by that, but I know I won’t get a straight answer.”

“Would you like a curved one?”, MimRore asked teasingly before she cackled like mad at her own joke.

The fairy’s eyes narrowed as she sensed that something was indeed different. Something felt…wrong.

“Enough with the games. What do you mean by ‘not quite right’?”, she demanded sharply, only getting a devious grin in response. It was then that one of the heroes seemed to figure out just what was missing from the picture.

“Uhhh, guys? Where’s Mireille?”, Demolition Denise piped up with a nervous edge to their voice, shooting a hard glare at Mireides as the goddess snarkily raised a hand and waved, “OUR Mireille.”

With rising horror and fury, BluRore noticed that MimRore's giggles had turned sinister, and became louder by the second. Shooting to her feet, she shot her counterpart a piercing death glare.

“What have you done, you vile witch?”, she snarled, clenching her wand so tightly her knuckles were white. MimRore only stuck her tongue out.

“Wouldn't you like to kno-“, she had begun to taunt only to cut off with a squeak.

Holding her glowing wand to the manic girl’s throat, BlueRore demanded, “ANSWER!”

“Okay, cool your blue tits, I just hid her somewhere!”, the loony sorceress said shakily, before regaining her ‘composure’ and smiling deviously once again, “But I won’t tell you where...unless...”

“Unless. What?”

“Unless you can defeat me...”, the wacky weather witch began dramatically before she jumped on the table and struck a dramatic pose with her arms raised, “IN A MAGIC DUEL!”, she thundered

BluRore looked wary as she ventured to ask, “That's it? A duel? There has to be a catch.”

“No catch, fairy! If you win, your little kitty goes free as a bird, no harm done!”, Mimrore said cheerily, before she added with a wicked glee, “But if you lose...”, before she paused ominously.

“Out with it!”

“YOU’LL HAVE THE CHICKENPOX FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!”, Mimrore shrieked, letting out a shrill evil laugh. BluRore looked unimpressed. As did the rest of the villains.

“Really, Rorie?”, IsmaScar asked in clear disappointment, “That’s it?��

“Oh, and one more thing!”, MimRore then went on to say as her smile turned eerie and dark, “Your precious pussycat princess will remain trapped, and what becomes of her will be up to me and my friends!”

This was met with roaring approval from the villains, who already began to plan what they could do with the lioness.

“Just do what she says, 'Rore. She clearly can't be reasoned with.”, Reshmabela piped up through the bubble, hollyhock beginning to grow around her feet, a sign that she was nervous.

“Fine. But Nino, Lacey and Ismael, the ones from MY world, will judge this match. I don’t trust your three witch friends to remain impartial...or not to intervene on your behalf.”, BlueRore said firmly as the three witches in question glared and muttered curses at her, “You’ve laid your terms, and those are mine.”

MimRore pouted but decided to play along, “Oh all right.”, as she secretly held her fingers crossed behind her back.

“I see that.”, BlueRore said sharply.

“Fine.”, MimRore huffed, irritated at the fairy’s vigilance, “But my friends at least get to watch! It’s not fair for you to have cheerleaders while I don’t!”, the witch insisted, the other villains piping up in agreement. No way did they want to miss this!

“You're the one who decided to kidnap my girlfriend!”, BlueRore snarled, only a couple seconds away from strangling this lunatic.

“Whatever, busybody!”, the witch said, sticking her tongue out, before she grinned malevolently and began to bounce on the spot, “Let’s assemble our spectators...and LET THE DUEL COMMENCE!”

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A few minutes later, everyone was in the main courtyard, villains seated on one side and heroes on the other. The blue-clad fairy and cackling witch were standing face to face as the two other fairies and genie prepared to judge the match. Snapping to gain everyone’s attention, IsmaGenie began to review the rules.

“Alright, here’s the lowdown: basic junior magic duel standards apply. No turning invisible, no targeting the spectators or judges, no fatal magic attacks. Got it?”, the genie said, BlueRore nodded solemnly. MimRore giggled maniacally and nodded as well…hiding crossed fingers behind her back.

“Okay. Turn back to back, ten paces outwards, then the duel begins.”, Fairy Godbro then instructed, before backing away with the other judges. Everyone watches with rapt attention as the two took their paces…only for MimRore to slowly fade from visibility as she passed behind a tree, making the heroes scowl, and the villains snicker. Their wacky witch had this in the bag…or did she?

The judges were about to intervene, but it seemed BluRore was a step ahead of them. Narrowing her eyes, she aimed her wand upward, deflecting the rays of the sun intensely in the direction where MimRore had gone, causing the witch to let out a yelp.

Following the sound, BlueRore cast her magic towards the witch, forcing her to turn visible again. MimRore scowled and stamped her foot, glaring daggers at the smirking fairy.

“Come on, babe! You can still kick her ass!”, Mireides cheered, with a few of the other villains adding their own encouragement. MimRore straightened up and prepared her next trick.

Gaining a wild and sadistic grin, her hands beginning to thrum with magic. BlueRore’s eyes widened as MimRore suddenly turned towards her friends, aiming some manner of curse. The heroes’ eyes widened as they realized the intent, while the villains watched eagerly to see some carnage.

Acting quickly, she created a glimmering blue disk of magic and flung it in the direction of her friends, just in time for MimRore’s hex to hit it head on and bounce right back at the witch. MimRore was flung several feet before falling back on the ground, her clothes and hair smoking.

“Nice one, Blue!”, Simon Pan yelled, “You’ve got this in the bag!”, earning him glares and scowls from the villains, and a small fireball flung in his direction by the goddess of death.

As Demolition Denise was talked down by their friends from sending the (slightly nervous) goddess flying, MimRore was absolutely seething. How was this fairy so ahead of all of her tricks?!

Having enough, she decided to pull out her trump card! Glowing with a malevolent purple aura, her body began to change as BlueRore watched in fascinated horror. The sorceress morphed into a giant, purple misshapen creature that vaguely resembled a dragon, breathing a spurt of pink flames and sparks.

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW, PIXIE PUNK?! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT FAIRIES CAN’T SHAPESHIFT!”, MimRore shrieked, more sparks flying from her lips as she laughed in frantic glee.

To her credit, BlueRore did look nervous for a brief moment, before her eyes sparked with an idea and her demeanor turned steely.

“Perhaps not.”, she said ominously as she aimed her wand, “But we can change others.”

With that, she sent a bright bolt of blue magic at MimRore, and when the flash cleared…a small wooden puppet version of the ghastly creature sat on the ground. A tiny squeal of fury emerged from the toy, as the heroes laughed and cheered with glee. The villains were far less enthusiastic.

To add insult to injury and secure herself the win, BlueRore conjured a small gilded cage around the witch-turned-puppet, that thwarted her efforts to change back, enraging her even further.

“Now, this cage prevents you from using any magic that I don’t permit you to! And if you want me to set you free and allow you to change back…return my kitten to me, now.”, the fairy said firmly.

Seeing she had no real other options in the moment, MimRore hissed, and the dazed lioness appeared in the midst of the makeshift battleground, immediately being tackled in a hug by BlueRore.

“Mir, I was so worried! Are you alright? Did she hurt you at all?”, the blonde fairy babbled, pulling back to check her partner for any injuries. Laughing softly, Miremba grasped her girlfriend’s hands and rested their forehead against hers.

“I’m fine, Baby Blue. Thanks to you.”, before the two shared another hug as the other heroes came to check on their friend. In the fluster of conversation that followed, BlueRore dissolved the cage and MimRore changed back to normal. Pulling her knees to her chest, she sulked over her loss to that prissy pixie.

She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see her girlfriend, giving her an encouraging smile as their hair flickered in the sunlight.

“Don’t worry, Cuckoo Bird. We’ll get ‘em next time!”, Mireides said resolutely, turning and give the heroes a stony glare. No one got away with humiliating her ‘Rore.

And there you have it folks! BlueRore may be proper, but when it’s time to kick ass, she doesn’t mess around! Thanks to Sparky for his help with the opening conversation, and Artzy for the idea of how to end the duel! Keep an eye out for Artzy to release Zoe! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[mchlgayser]

First Meeting pt.1 || Hanma Shuji

Summary: Their first met wasn't so ideal

"You sure you will be fine alone, Y/n?" Your manager asked in worried, you smile at him and nodded "Yes sir, please don't worry, say my hello to your wife sir." He chuckle and nodded, petting your hand in process leaving the store to you and for you to close. The key was left hanging on the rack beside you. Apparently his wife fell sick and top with that she's pregnant eight months so you decided to helped him and assured him to went home early and take care of her.

It's been nearly an hour, customers still went by buying mostly cigarettes, tampons and beer but that's all about it, nothing unusual--until a group of guys entered the store with bunch of revealing -dressed girls. They were all talking, laughing while shopping around. You mind your business going on your phone reading web-novel. A clashing sound of glass bottle boomed, you jolted from your seat seeing what's happened, The guys were still there looking at you while cackling fits "What..." You went to them seeing one of them with two toned hair like banana picking a water bottle, opening the lid and drink "Um excuse me sir but you have to pay first..." He look at you then smirk "Are you saying we steal? I'll go and pay later." You shake your head at him "No you got it wrong but it's the store policy, I didn't meant to be rude, apology for my rudeness..."

The girls scoffed, one of them said "You think that's enough? Kneel down!" She demanded, you were looking at all of them, "No." Straight coming out from your mouth "Hey lady~ You should've just apologies if you did something wrong yer know?" You gulped in anger trying maintain your cool "But isn't that too much, it was actually your friend's fault for drinking the water without paying first, it wasn't so hard to pay first right? Was it?" He scoffed suddenly getting closer to you "You think I scared of you now, lil baby?" You walk closer eyes never leave his "You think I scared too, zombie?" He laughed covering his mouth using his mouth, the back of his palm showed a tattoo, your eyes quivered a bit

"You are so funny, haha!" He backed a bit going to the drink section suddenly pushing all the bottles of it's place, The floor gotten wet with glasses everywhere "What the fuck...!" He laugh frantically like a manic "Fucking annoying you bitc--" You didn't let him said the next word, you grabbed one of the beer can smashing it on his head as hard as you can "I dare you." You fired back

He suddenly yelled out loud, blood coming slid from his head, "That hurt you son of a gun....! And this time instead of a beer can you smashed a beer glass bottle on the rack and point in on his neck "You never learnt, do you?" You near the bottle on his neck a tear of blood coming from the corner of his neck "Are you crazy?!" The banana haired boy shouted, he shushed him and then laughed "You are amusing!" The girls left a while ago stunned and scared "Don't fucking switch up now you asshole! You came here acting like a fucking king, who do you think you are? Fucking hair looking stick." He laughed again, loving the way you called him names, Weirdo with weird ass kink "The name Hanma baby girl." He winked pushing the bottle from his neck

"What the fuck is happening here? A familiar cold voice spat, you turned your head seeing your brother at the door looking betwen you and the guy "Izana," You smashed the bottle on the floor "How the hell do you know him?" You asked your brother, inching closer to the guy "Y/n, no!" Izana warned you, you looked at him with sharp gaze "No one ordered me Izana." He looked away "Yeah whatever." You turned to the guy again "I'm not done with you, I'll fucked you up if you did what you did just now, looking down on the weak." Your eyes burned forming hole on his body, You take off the working uniform throwing it on the ground

Taking money from the cashier and messed the whole place "The fuck Y/n--" You shrugged "I'll just told my manager we got robbed or something then I quit. This work tiring anyway." You walked off, still pissed "Oi hurry up, I want something to eat!" You told your younger brother and he jogged after you telling the Hanma guy to watch out and he'll deal with him later.

[howlingday]

pokemon au) ruby saves the day, the grimmified pokemon are no match for her weird eye move! if only she knew how she did it. oh well, at least nothing can go OH GOD UNCLE CROW JUST GOT STUNG BY A SCORPION FAUNAS!

The thing hovered above the forest, swinging wide arms to tear apart the trees in it's search to sate it's appetite for death and destruction. Ruby shook her head watching it all through her scope.

"This is bad." Ruby said. She stood over the cliff, watching the abomination continue it's rampage. "We got away, but we probably only postponed the inevitable."

"You mind telling us now, Uncle Qrow?" Yang asked. "Who was that guy? Why is he attacking us? And what the hell is that thing?!" She pointed out to the Grimm.

"It's complicated." He sighed. "I guess I'll answer one at a time. He's Tyrian Callows. He's a psychopath who enjoys killing people, and doing it slowly, too. He probably has orders from his boss to kill us, but... I don't know why here and now. As for that? Your guess is as good as mine."

"That's not good enough!" Yang shouted.

"I answered your question, Firecracker. What more do you want?"

"A plan." Ruby answered. "You fought him before, right? How do we stop him?"

"Well," Uncle Qrow scratched his stubble, "he won't say no to an easy kill, but he'd rather fight a challenge. As for that thing," he sighed, "I ain't got any ideas. Well, except..."

"Except what?" Ruby asked.

"I'm pretty sure that thing is Grimm. There's something you can do, Ruby, but it's way too dangerous."

"If it means stopping that thing, then I'll do it."

"Just like your mother." Uncle Qrow shook his head. "And I mean that in a good way."

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"Where are you~?" Tyrian's cooing voice called out, like a slasher hunting a horror movie teen.

"I'm right here," Qrow said as he stepped out from behind a tree, "Callows."

"Qrow." He smirked. "Oh, you're approaching me? Instead of running away? I'm sure that's what those children did."

"Well, I can't stop from over here."

"Ha hah!" Tyrian laughed. "Then come as close as you'd like, Qrow Branwen!"

Qrow darted forward, the gap closing more quickly as Tyrian rushed in as well. The Ranger kept his guard up while the psychopath threw wild haymakers. Qrow didn't make a move, keeping on the defensive. He read all the reports on this monster.

Killing an entire village in an afternoon was chilling enough, but when no bodies were found? This opponent was dangerous in more than just physical skill. He got some sort of sick pleasure out of harm done to him. Add on a potent scorpion tail chock full of natural venom, and Qrow was more than certain his semblance had more than a hand in this.

Tyrian made to strike first with a punch aimed for Qrow's ribs. He blocked with his hand, swinging his off-hand elbow to close the gap. It struck true into Tyrian's face, so Qrow capitalized on this by swinging his other fist into his ribs, putting Tyrian on the backfoot. Qrow spun on his heel and threw a kick into Tyrian's chest, making him roll onto his back.

He panted, lowering his leg to the ground, but keeping his fists up. Qrow was surprised how lucky he got getting those free hits in. He then had a terrible thought.

Tyrian giggled, then cackled, then howled with laughter as he spasmed on the ground with manic ecstasy. Qrow grimaced as he watched the madman jump to his feet, a wide grin splitting his face.

He launched himself at Qrow, swinging a hard fist at him. He caught it in one hand, but was soon attacked by another fist. Catching that, too, Qrow struggled to hold his ground. It was then he realized his earlier fears were true.

Tyrian had been holding back until now.

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"So what was your plan, exactly?" Yang asked, hanging from Honchkrow's talons as Ruby rode on Harbinger's back, between her wings.

"We just have to find the weak spot and attack!" Ruby shouted over the howling wind. "If we do that, the forest should be safe again!"

"Okay!" Yang replied, her stomach twisting in a knot. It started off as an uncomfortable tingle since this mission started, but it grew worse as they approached closer and closer to their rampaging target. "I trusting you, Ruby!"

The two flying Pokémon hovered close to the abomination, allowing them to drop onto the creature. Letting out Crescent Rose, Ember, and Celica, they began searching for a weak point. If the Grimm-Pokémon noticed them, it made no move against them, save for the slight stickiness under their boots.

"See anything yet?" Yang whispered.

"No." Ruby answered quietly. "Where would it's weak point be, anyways?" Yang didn't answer. In fact, it was suddenly a lot quieter now. "Yang?"

Ruby turned and saw her sister was fighting off a Grimm shaped like that creepy guy, his clawed hand over Yang's mouth. Ember and Celica tried to bite at it, but they were stuck to the ground. Meanwhile, a tail behind him swished back and forth at the two. Ember flew from their mouths at the tail, keeping it at bay.

Ruby tried to rush to her sister, but she tripped and fell to her hands and knees, trapping her to the floor. Yang fell to her back as the Grimm smothered her face, pinning her to the ground. She struggled, but her swings grew weaker and weaker.

Ruby tried to free herself, but gasped when she saw a massive limb hover overhead, looking like a horrifying amalgamation a Gliscor and Drapion tail. It swayed playfully, as if toying with the girls. Crescent Rose flew high to combat it, but was knocked down easily.

She was trapped, Yang was going to die, and their Pokémon couldn't stop any of this from happening. Tears fell from her eyes as she watched Yang slump into the black. The giant tail rocketed towards the girls, intent to either crush or skewer them!

"NOOOOO!" Ruby cried out, everything going white all around her. There was a horrible, awful screech and the world seemed to fall out from under her. She felt a hard thump in her chest, and she passed out.

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"Ooh! Talk about unexpected!" Tyrian giggled. "But it seems my work here is done." He made a bow. "Farewell, Qrow Branwen. And, uh, you should probably get that looked at. It doesn't look good."

Qrow was in excruciating pain. It felt like his entire body was both on fire and made of rock. He blinked and Tyrian was gone. Colors blurred and swirled as he reached to feel his head. He fell, wheezing as the venom from that monster's tail worked through his system.

He had heard of certain trainers being able to use certain moves like Pokémon, as if they had a type. If Tyrian's was Poison-type, then this had to be Toxic.

"...kle ...ow!"

He blinked and she was standing over him. He reached up, but couldn't lift his arms. He felt so tired.

"..ng! ..t th. .n.i..o..!"

He saw Tai running to him, turning him onto his back. The pain was excruciating, but it faded soon after. He blinked and everything became clearer.

"Uncle Qrow!" Ruby shouted. "Uncle Qrow, are you okay?!"

"Give him some room, Ruby!" Yang chided.

"Ruby? Yang?" He rubbed his head. "Is this the next life?"

"No, no, we're all okay." Ruby said. "We just had a bad fall, and we found you like this. We were lucky we found you!"

"Where's..." Qrow turned over and coughed hoarsely. "Where's Tyrian?"

"You mean the creepy guy?" Yang asked. "No idea, but if you're alive, then that means you kicked his butt, right?"

"No." Qrow sat up, Ruby and Yang helping him to his feet. "It means he let me off easy. He left me alive for some reason."

He said his work was done. If so, what was his task? If it wasn't to kill him, then maybe... Maybe it was just to distract him. But distract him from what?

"We need to get to Oz."

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Lil Coding hates being confined to a single gender,, and then I rewatched the scene from SAO Abridged,, and I got an idea lol,,

Basic plot of this is that Lil Coding accidentally gets roped into protecting a little girl from bounty hunters because of her magical singing voice!

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"And to top it all off, you play the "tough guy." This invincible warrior, you could never hope to be in the real world." The bounty hunteress smirks at Lil Coding. "Getting stuck in this chase was probably the best thing to ever happen to you. But there's one thing this little game will never let you hide. The one thing that's haunted you your whole life, that you can never escape... you sound like a girl."

"What? No, I don't sound like a girl." Lil Coding laughs, though his pupils quickly shrink to pinpricks. "That's crazy! THAT'S CRAZY!"

Lily took a few steps back, watching as her protector for the last several hours devolved into insane laughter and a manic grin spread on his face.

"Well, it looks like my work here is done. I do so enjoy our chats, but I really must be off." Azura, the bounty huntress, held her hand. "We'll be taking the little girl now, if you don't mind."

"Really? Little old you is going to take her from me?!" Lil Coding cackles, deranged as he tilts his head. "That'd be a neat trick!"

"Indeed. But a magician is nothing without her lovely assistants." Azura smirks as she snaps her fingers, and several thugs working for her stepped out from behind the trees. They all brandished weapons that made Lily flinch.

"Oh no, Mr. Coding. There's so many of them! We should run!" Lily frets, the young girl looking up at him. Though she quickly shrinks back as Lil Coding looks down at her, still maniacally grinning and derangedly laughing.

"Aw, that's adorable. You think they're a threat! Well, you just sit tight. Show's about to start!" Lil Coding pats her head, body shaking from fury. "Careful, though. The first three rows are a ♪ splash zone! ♪"

"What do you mean by that...?" Lily asks, shuffling back a few feet as Lil Coding advances forward towards the bounty huntress and her thugs.

"Um, boss? A... A thought occurs." one of the thugs frowns, watching as Lil Coding summons a spear, all while laughing maniacally. "This kid thought he was going up against the elite of Rosen Stringer, but he still just brought himself and a... small child. We sure we wanna mess with this kid?"

"Please! The boy's all talk! And now that I've broken him, he's not even that anymore!" Azura shakes her head with a smirk. "He's nothing but a gibbering mess, grasping at straws!"

"Ooo, another one of your famous theories!" Lil Coding's grin somehow grows wider. "Tell you what. I'll give you the first shot. See how that goes!"

Everyone stood in stunned silence for a moment before one of the thugs turned to look at Azura. "Boss, I think this might be a trap."

"Enough! You're all grown men, and there's seven of you!" Azura growls and points her sword at Lil Coding. "I think you've got this! Now, kill him!"

The seven thugs rushed at Lil Coding, and it stood there, not moving as they began to assault it with their sharp weapons. Lily gasps as she watches, hiding behind a tree.

Oh no! I knew it! Azura really got inside his head! He's not even fighting back! Lily thought to herself, gripping the bark of the tree. What am I going to-

She blinks in surprise, seeing all of the injuries it had suddenly vanish.

"Wait, what?" Lily gasps, shock taking over her.

"Man, you guys are out of shape. Really oughta do some cardio." Lil Coding taunts, raising its eyebrows.

The seven thugs formed a circle around it, all panting and clutching their weapons. "What are you idiots doing?! Quit screwing around and finish him!" Azura shouts at them, narrowing her eyes.

"I don't understand! We threw everything we had at him! How is he still standing?!" another thug shouts, throwing up a hand as he stares at Lil Coding.

"How? Well, it's quite simple, really. You see, GIRLY, you may think you got me all figured out." Lil Coding shakes their head, still maniacally grinning. "But there's one thing you didn't account for. My power.. is greater than yours!"

It slashes the spear it holds against the air, and chains appear over the weapons of the thugs, rendering them useless. Everyone gasps, eyes going wide.

"Funny thing, really, get to a high enough power level, and you're basically untouchable! My wounds heal faster than you can make them." Lil Coding tilts its head, pinprick pupils shaking. "We could do this all day, and you would not be any closer to beating me. Not that it wouldn't be fun. But I've got good news. You see, there's no need to wonder where your little angel is! 'Cause he's right here... "

"...and he's fresh outta mercy." Lil Coding finishes in a whisper, looking at the seven thugs. It was quiet before one of them started to weep softly, making the Code's tail thrash around.

"W-Well, way to prove my point, kid! Lording your powers over them like some kind of god!" Azura clenches her teeth. "Your strength is nothing but an illusion to cover-"

Lil Coding suddenly shot forward, and they placed the tip of their spear at her throat. She gasps and goes rigid, whilst all the thugs stare in shock, and Lily stares in awe.

"I'm getting really tired of your first-year-psych-student bullshit." Lil Coding whispers, eyes narrowing to a glare. "Here's what's gonna happen. You and your little ragtag band of dipshits are gonna drop all your weapons and leave."

Slowly, they press the spear against her neck, drawing blood. "And you're gonna leave Lily and I alone for the rest of our way home! Unless you want to see what happens when I don't let people go."

Azura is quiet but she slowly backs away, staring at the Code with wide eyes. She does a quick motion towards the thugs and they all begin to retreat.

Lil Coding watches, eyes trained on them the whole time until they're finally out of sight. In a flash, their demeanor changes, and they walk back over to Lily, his spear vanishing.

"Sooooo.. how are you doing?" Lily asks as she slowly steps out from behind the tree.

"Great! Why do you ask?" The Code smiles at her.

"It looked like you just had a mental break.." the young girl points out, frowning.

"Nah, I'm good!" Lil Coding chuckles. "Let's continue onwards, yeah?"

Lily stares before nodding with a smile and a sigh. "Okay!"

[rippeanuts1950-2000]

The story of how Ocean released snakes upon St. Cassain 

Based on my last post.

“Noel why are you insisting that we watch the show instead of movie?” Ocean asked, grabbing a handful of popcorn. It was the choir’s monthly sleepover and like usual it was a huge debate on what to watch. However, instead of insisting on some obscure French movie, Noel was vouching for some Disney fantasy show. Ocean has no idea why he was insisting on it, given that when they were seven he declared that the only thing Disney related media worth watching was Beauty and the Beast. This had interested the rest of choir so most of the votes went to watching the show. Except for Ocean’s but she was outvoted. 

“Because it’s a good show. Also it’s gay but that happens later.” Noel said. “So are we watching the whole thing?” Mischa asked and Noel shrugged. “The nights young. Literally. It’s only 7. But I need to get you guys invested in this show too, so probably.” Noel said with a mischievous grin. Ocean groaned. “The whole night! Seriously? You guys can’t be okay with this.” She exclaimed, turning to the rest of the choir. Ricky poked the coffee table with his crutch which caught everyone’s attention. He was sitting comfortably on the couch with Penny snuggled up under a blanket next to him. 

I’ve heard good things about it. And I’ve been meaning to watch it anyway. He signed. Penny giggled. “I saw a few photos of one of the characters online. I like the design.” She said with a smile. “Like Noel said. Night young, we have time.” Mischa said and Constance nodded next to him. “Yeah Oce! I’m sure it’s good if Noel is recommending it.” Constance said. Ocean sighed, she was clearly outvoted. “Fine, put it on.” She muttered, flopping back on the arm chair. 

Noel pulled up Disney+ and cued up the show. Since Ocean had been complaining about watching it, she had no idea what it was called. “The Owl House.” She muttered as it started. The show opened like a normal Disney cartoon. Except for the “Eat this sucker!” line. The was out of the ordinary for a Disney show, at least to her anyway. The show seemed fine until a certain line was said. “Oh so that’s where the backup snakes went!” The main character, Luz, said after glancing outside of the principal’s office to reveal kids being chased by snakes. Ocean froze. Then she kicked Noel. 

“Noel you jerk! Did you just put this on to remind me of the snake incident!?” She snapped. Noel blinked, confused. “Uh no. This literally has nothing to do with the….Snake incident.” He trailed off at one point, glancing at the screen and then back at Ocean. “Oh my god. This IS just like the snake incident!” Noel said with a cackle. This caused Constance to start laughing and Ricky to grin like manic. Ocean blushed in embarrassment. “Shut up! It’s not that funny!” She exclaimed. “What’s the snake incident?” Penny asked and Mischa nodded. “I would also like to know what snake incident is.” He said. 

Constance snorted. “Let’s just say Ocean doesn’t have a perfect record.” She said with a smirk. Ocean groaned. “Can we please not talk about this.” She said with a sigh. No can do. The incident was the ONE time you got detention. Of course we’re gonna talk about it. Ricky signed. “Ocean got detention?” Mischa said, surprised. Noel nodded with glee. “Yup! A whole months worth to be exact.” He said in a sing song voice. “Oh we have got to hear this story now.” Penny said with a laugh. Ocean sighed.  “Fine just after the story’s finished, never speak of the incident again. Got it?” Ocean said. Mischa and Penny nodded. “Noel, I know you want to tell it so you can.” Ocean said, making Noel grin. “Thank you, darling! Anyway it all started in 10th grade….”

_______

An 15 year old Ocean skips to her Biology class. In her hands she carries a shoe box. Today it was her turn to do a report on a living creature. You had to do an essay and a model. She chose to do hers on snakes. Now most kids had done simple models but Ocean had done something better and it would be the greatest thing that St Cassian had ever seen.

Since Biology was first period for her, she had no time to waste. She got to her classroom ten minutes early and was able to confirm with her teacher that she was going first. She spent those ten minutes going over her report until the bell rang. Kids started milling in, looking tired as they did so. Ocean wasn’t offended, she knew they would be more alert when she did her report. Constance sat down next to her.

“Hey Ocean!” She said, grinning at her friend. Ocean smiled back. “Hey Constance, you ready for my report today?” She asked and Constance nodded. “I’m sure you’re gonna do great!” Constance said. “Of course I will. I always do.” Ocean said as the teacher took attendance, not noticing the slightly irritated look on Constance’s face. 

“Time for reports. Ocean you’re up first.” The teacher announced after attendance. Ocean jumped up from her seat, grabbing her report and the box that contained her “model”. She looked over the students. She only knew 3 of them properly. Ricky, Noel, and Constance. Constance was paying attention, Noel appeared to be staring off into space, and Ricky was reading a comic book.

Well at least someone she knew was paying attention. “Fellow students. Today I will tell you about snakes. But first, like always, I must show you my model.” Ocean said and opened the box. The plan was to scoop up one of the snakes she had in there and start talking about it.

However when she opened the box, Ocean realized that the snakes were missing. She had put 5 snakes in the box because they were in her backyard and she needed a model. But now there were no snakes in the box. She panicked. “Uh so slight change of plans. Everyone run.” Ocean said quickly. “Why?” Noel asked. 

“Because the 5 live snakes I brought in as my model are missing.” Ocean said carefully, trying to remain calm. Silence fell over the room before someone screamed. This lead to everyone running out of the classroom, Ocean included. 

“Miss. O’Connell Rosenberg! My office now!” The principal announced after the teacher filled him in. Ocean gulped. This wasn’t good. “Sit down.” He said when she walked in. Ocean sat. “I have been told that you’re the reason why I saw a snake in the teachers lounge and why half of our students are running around screaming?” He said sternly. Ocean started crying. “Please sir! I didn’t mean to! Please don’t expel me!” She wailed. The principal looked at her alarmed. 

“You’re not getting expelled child. Your record is clean so there is nothing that would get expelled with this. However, I do have to give you a punishment.” He said, making Ocean blink. “Oh. So what’s my punishment?” She asked. “A month of detention.” He said simply.

Ocean sighed. At least it was better than expulsion. 

________

“And that’s the story of how Ocean got detention!” Noel finished. Mischa was laughing while Penny looked deep in thought. “Wait os Ocean the reason why we can’t bring in live animals?” She asked and Noel nodded. “Yes, I think so.” He said and Penny laughed. “Congratulations Ocean, you officially had a rule made because you.” She said and Ocean rolled her eyes. 

“Yes yes. And now let’s never speak of it again.”

[aceofwands]

I posted 9,706 times in 2022

That's 5,221 more posts than 2021!

12 posts created (0%)

9,694 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,766 of my posts in 2022

#stranger things - 358 posts

#the orville - 205 posts

#steddie - 196 posts

#cackles - 157 posts

#spoilers - 127 posts

#ds9 - 112 posts

#goncharov - 101 posts

#unreality - 88 posts

#wheeze - 47 posts

#leverage - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#also the authors notes where the characters would 'talk' to the author and complain about what they were being made to do in the story

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I unironically love that in the span of a few weeks we've gone from a cringe revival designed to ward off Twitter refugees, to genuine welcoming posts teaching them the ins and outs of reblogging/tagging/the etiquette, to creating a batshit faux film complete with poster and a goddamn musical theme for a meme (Goncharov) that's spreading across our dashes like a fucking virus. If that doesn't just sum this place up 😂

14 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

#4

I started this after I 'finished' Don't Give Up On Me (the McShep vid that I shared last week) and didn't get super far with it back then, but was inspired to go back to it and have basically spent the whole week working on it. No one's more surprised than me that it's done :'D

Anyway, I've described this as Rodney according to Rodney - so everyone who enjoys his manic little bastard energy is gonna have a blast with this :'D

Feel free to give it a kudos on AO3 here.

22 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#3

The Orville season 3 is now on Disney+

If any of you have thought, hmmm, what on earth is that wacky Seth McFarlane sci-fi show everyone's been raving about for the past 10 weeks? (the first two seasons were already on there)

First of all, it's not Family Guy in space, I promise. It's like contemporary 90s era Star Trek with a sprinkle of workplace dramedy (though it was originally billed as a comedy by Fox). The cast of characters are all delightful and lovable. The SFX for both makeup and the CG is fucking spectacular. But most importantly, the writing is clever and the stories are well told - the characters and their dialogue are relatable and believable, and the stories deal with so many contemporary issues - everything from religious fanaticism to social media, slavery to suicide, populist leaders to trans rights.

This is a world in which humans still enjoy getting hammered and know pop culture - but also one which is completely committed to the idea of a world without capitalism, where Earth came together with other alien worlds to form a planetary Union for shared advancement and protection and cultural exchange. (And unlike Trek which is often handwavey about it, they actually go into this lore properly!)

It's optimistic, goofy, funny, but also not afraid to pull any punches and made us all cry at least once an episode in season 3.

Season 3 was the best season yet, but each of those episodes was built onto the foundation established in the first two seasons. So please, give it a chance - go in knowing you're getting goofy Star Trek that starts a bit too comedic and needs a bit of time to find its space legs. But I promise, if you stick with it, you're in for a hell of a ride and some absolutely incredible sci-fi.

In conclusion: do you love found family? Do you love optimistic space explorers? Do you love wacky adventures?

Watch The Orville!

24 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

#2

seen some folks suggesting Goncharov is the latest escalation to ward the Twitter refugees away, but I gotta respectfully disagree

Goncharov is the equivalent of you and your cousins putting on a 'play' for all your parents when you were 8

we're just trying to show off for our new audience

could your old social media site do this??? I don't think so! [pulls a fully formed fake 1973 Scorsese film out of someone's knock off boots like a magician wielding a bouquet of fake flowers]

26 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Finally finished the McShep vid I started back in June during my SGA rewatch. Can't believe it's taken this long for me to make a vid about my two favourite idiots in love <3

Feel free to give it a kudos on AO3 here.

93 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

an icarus and his sun: chapter 13

A/N: ayyyy, lucky number 13! a lot of stuff goes down in this chapter, but you guys will be getting part of the resolution!! this isn’t the end though, there are two chapters left in the story! Oh also my pal Jack made a spotify playlist for this series, and all the songs on it work so well and absolutely slap!!

Warnings: possession, manipulation, swordfight, self-worth issues, violence, choking (not in the *wink* way stop it it’s meant to be angsty), kissing, hugs

AO3 Link - Tumblr Masterpost 

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Scott didn’t know where he was. It was like he was standing in the Void, but there was something more off about the pitch black landscape than usual. It was tinted red, somehow. There was a deep crimson color that permeated the air, a thick fog that threatened to choke Scott- and then he saw him. It was- it was himself, sort of. The figure before him looked exactly like Scott, but something was definitely off. First was the color scheme of his clothing- red and black instead of the cyan and white of his empire. Then, most glaringly, was his eyes. Deep red, just like the corruption in Scott’s arm. And when he put a hand on the hilt of the dark blade strapped to his side and grinned, Scott saw far too sharp teeth.

“Who are you?!” Scott demanded, instinctively reaching for his sword and pleasantly surprised to find it sheathed at his side- he hadn’t remembered it being there before. The red version himself somehow managed to grin wider.

“A small part of a larger plan. He will be pleased to know I have you under my control,” the red Scott taunted. Scott’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“He? What plan, what are you talking about?” Scott asked, and the red version of himself laughed.

“So you don’t remember yet… that explains why you were so easy to defeat,” he taunted. Scott grit his teeth and drew his sword.

“You haven’t defeated me yet,” Scott growled. The red Scott only laughed, before lunging at Scott faster than he thought was possible. He blocked the incoming blow just in time, trying to push the red version of himself back.

“I won’t be as easy to defeat as your pathetic little fish boy,” the red Scott sneered.

“He isn’t mine,” Scott protested through gritted teeth before managing to push his other self back. He slashed at the red Scott, who easily sidestepped the attack.

“Oh you definitely made sure of that, didn’t you?” the red Scott scoffed. Scott’s attacks faltered, and his other self took the opening. Scott managed to evade most of the blow, but he was stumbling and unsteady now, and the edge of the red Scott’s blade ended up cutting his arm.

“This- this isn’t even about him,” Scott protested, but his voice came out weaker than he meant it to.

“But you can’t resist thinking about him anyway, can’t you? I’ve been in your head, Scott. No matter how hard you try, that fool in a cod head can’t escape your attention. But you ruined everything you could have had with him before it had barely begun,” the red Scott taunted, continuing to strike at Scott, and he could barely block the blows as he continued to speak.

“Stop,” Scott managed to get out, choking back a sob as he tried to continue fighting his other self.

“He was an Icarus, and you were his sun. He got too close and you burned him, Scott. Everything that you touch crashes and burns, so why not give in? Why not let me take the reins- certainly things would be better without you,” the red Scott crooned, and he didn’t even need to raise a sword to send Scott reeling. Before he knew what he was doing, he lowered his sword, and the red fog started closing in, becoming tangible and wrapping around Scott, pinning his arms to his sides.

“Wait- no!” Scott cried, trying to struggle against the strange red substance, but it was too late. It had Scott firmly in its clutches, and the red Scott grinned.

“Goodbye, Scott,” he said with a cackle, and the last thing Scott saw was a blade slashing towards him.

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It had at most been a few hours since they had locked Jimmy away with Scott when he woke up. Scott sat bolt upright in bed, chest heaving as he accidentally dislodged Jimmy’s hand from his own. Jimmy reached out for his hand again, but froze when he saw Scott’s eyes. They were red. Jimmy knew what he had to do- he had to tell the others that Scott had lost to the corruption. But Jimmy still couldn’t find it in himself to give up on Scott. So he sat there, frozen as he watched Scott catch his breath, eyes blood red and the corruption visibly pulsing beneath his skin.

“Scott?” Jimmy asked softly, still foolishly clinging to hope. Scott’s head snapped to him, and with a growl he lunged at Jimmy. He successfully tackled him to the ground, hands around his throat. A horrible choked noise escaped Jimmy’s lips as he clawed at Scott’s hands, struggling to breathe. He couldn’t even call out to his friends if he wanted to, and he felt his vision already darkening at the edges. His friends had been right, and all Jimmy could think about was how he would never see Scott’s brilliant icy blue eyes again.

Suddenly there was a bright purple flash between them. Gem’s crystal! It seemed to have worked, causing Scott to scramble off of Jimmy and hiss in pain. Jimmy rubbed at his throat, his other hand up placatingly as he gave Scott a pleading expression. But there was no recognition in Scott’s now crimson eyes, just fiery anger. He lunged at Jimmy again, despite the crystal around his neck, and the two of them grappled for control. The crystal still glowed brightly, causing Scott to hiss in pain, but he still kept coming after Jimmy, trying to pin him down and get a grip on his throat again. Jimmy had to get away, he had to call for help. He managed to shove Scott off of him, and scramble to his feet- but Scott got up just as quickly. There was a brief moment of stillness, of both of them catching their breath. But the second Jimmy tried to make a break for the hidden door, Scott’s wings suddenly drew back and snapped closed on Jimmy’s head, causing his ears to ring and his vision to blur from the blow. He fell to his knees, blinking rapidly to try and get his vision to clear. He vaguely registered a blur of white and blue lunging at him and fully tackling him down to the ground. He tried to push Scott off of him again, but his wrists were snatched up and forcefully pinned on either side of his head.

The ringing in Jimmy’s ears finally ceased and his vision cleared to see Scott above him with a manic, victorious grin on his face. And well… Jimmy got an idea. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea- but Scott had him pinned, and his face was inches away from Jimmy. He couldn’t help but think of the first time they fought like this- and that felt like centuries ago, now. Except that time Jimmy didn’t think either of them wanted the other to die. But here Scott was, trying to kill Jimmy… and there was only thing Jimmy could think of to maybe unbalance Scott. So he lunged up, eyes squeezed shut as he crushed his lips against Scott’s. If he had kept his eyes open, he would have seen the red in Scott’s eyes flicker before they fluttered shut, and the corruption slowly seep out of his skin. But Jimmy was too focused on the way Scott kissed him back, hands releasing his wrists to instead cup his face and run through his hair. Jimmy almost got lost in the kiss- in Scott's small gasp paired with a pleasant shiver as Jimmy’s hands brushed the base of his wings when his arms wrapped around him, in how Scott kissed him as desperate as a man fighting not to drown- but then Jimmy remembered the reason he had kissed Scott in the first place. He neatly flipped them over, breaking the kiss and grabbing Scott’s hands, intending to pin him like he had done to Jimmy- but then he saw Scott’s eyes. They were confused and disorientated, but were the icy blue shade that Jimmy knew so well.

"You could at least take me out to dinner first before you pin me like that," he joked weakly. Jimmy let out a mildly hysterical laugh. He scrambled off of Scott to instead pull him into his lap and hug him tightly.

"You're okay!" he said in a gasp. Scott slowly hugged him back, expression twisted with confusion and disbelief.

“I- you- did you- but I thought I was dead... so- what? How?” Scott asked, looking like his brain was going a million miles a minute.

“That corruption in your skin- we did everything to try and stop it or remove it, but nothing was working- and it was up to you to fight it off and you almost didn’t- but of course you did in the end, you’re- you’re you…” Jimmy trailed off, pausing for only a brief moment before gently cradling Scott’s jaw and pulling him into a kiss. Scott kissed him back for half a second, before pulling back with wide eyes. Jimmy’s stomach started turning nervously, and he drew his hand back from Scott’s face.

“Why are you- you kissed me? And still want to kiss me? Why?” he asked in disbelief. Jimmy laughed nervously.

“I uh. I got carried away, huh? I just- I was so relieved you were alive, and that you were… you. And the first time I was just trying to throw you off, but I guess that was the final push you needed to fight back,” Jimmy explained sheepishly. Scott still looked hopelessly lost.

“But- but I betrayed you. And I just tried to kill you!” he protested.

“You weren’t yourself,” Jimmy said softly.

“But I was when I was working with Fwhip! You- you shouldn’t want to do anything to do with me- you said so yourself!” he continued, tears gathering in his eyes. Jimmy took Scott’s hands, squeezing them gently as he looked at Scott right in the eyes.

“Scott. I should have listened to you when you tried to tell me that you cared, and I should have believed you when you told me that you were only trying to protect me. I’m sorry for pushing you away, Scott,” Jimmy said firmly. Scott still looked like he was on the verge of tears, but he didn’t pull away from Jimmy.

“But- but I wouldn’t have even gotten feelings for you if Fwhip hadn’t told me to keep an eye on you,” Scott protested weakly. Jimmy pondered this for a moment, gaze darting away before looking back to Scott with a softly determined expression.

“When did you first realize you had feelings for me?” he asked. Scott blinked in surprise at the question, and he swallowed nervously before answering.

“It was the day I had stolen the slimeball from you. You- you chased after me, grinning like an idiot and the scales on your stupid cod head were glinting like bronze in the sunlight… you- you were irrevocably radiant, and I realized I didn’t want a world without your smile or laugh in it,” Scott confessed softly. Jimmy grinned, heart soaring.

“That was when I realized it too. And if we’ve both cared about each other for that long… then what’s the point in getting fussed over the reason why?” Jimmy replied. Scott let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob as he abruptly leaned forward and hugged Jimmy tightly. Jimmy hugged him back, running a hand through rustled feathers and smoothing them out.

“I’m so sorry for everything, I know it wasn’t all my fault- but the explosion, everything before that…” Scott trailed off into sobs. Jimmy shifted, pressing a kiss to his hair.

“It’s alright, I promise you it’s alright- that you’re alright, and that we’re alright. I forgive you, it wasn’t your fault,” Jimmy murmured, holding Scott as he cried. Eventually the tears subsided, and Scott’s breathing evened out. Jimmy shifted slightly so that he could look Scott in the eyes- even if at first, that movement earned him a slight pout. Jimmy chuckled at the sight of it.

“Can we try that first kiss again? It keeps getting interrupted by silly things like trying to save each others’ lives and self-doubt,” he asked with a cocky grin. Scott laughed.

“I think I kind of like having you alive, Jimmy,” Scott said between laughs.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Jimmy teased with a grin, easily falling back into their playful banter. Scott smirked, leaning in until he was a mere breath away from Jimmy. Jimmy’s heart rate spiked very quickly, and at this rate maybe Scott was still trying to kill him. Not that Jimmy was exactly complaining if this was the way he went out, a handsome winged elf in his lap looking at him like he was the world.

“Shut up and kiss me, you idiot,” Scott murmured.

“Gladly,” Jimmy breathed out, before closing the little distance between them. It was fireworks behind Jimmy’s eyes, flowers blooming in his chest, it was sunlight and glittering gold- but most importantly it was Scott, alive and himself, safe in Jimmy’s arms.

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[matchamabs]

I know you didn’t ask for it but- BOTW MONSTERS: RANKED BY HOW HOT THEY ARE,,,,

i do fuck all in the days lemme tell ya

ill admit i havent done EVERY enemy but like. i do enjoy making these posts so who knows, i might actually rank everything sooner or later 🤷‍♀️

,,,,, and if u want a specific ranking of botw/aoc stuff lmk 👀

ahh the ol reliable. the classic bokoblin. he is just a little lad! unfortunately they’re genuinely kind of ugly??? and the idk the singular horn in the middle aint a good look. i see cute comics abt these guys being domestic and thats adorable but also giving them so much leeway bc they’re really Not that cute. not sure what the loincloth is hiding and im not sure i wanna know anyway. 3/10 really kind of. not good. 

slightly bigger loincloth only means slightly bigger things to hide :( i rlly hate these guys noses and whatever the fuck toenails they have why do they have toenails?????? s’bad. the thing is tho they have the proportions of a potentially attractive gerudo which is probably what takes the edge off the general vibes of... u know... being an abomination. its also only JUST occured to me as im writing that these guys r just evolved bokoblins so. glow up i guess. 6/10 what that tongue do

ok bypassing whatever the fuck rule 34 has done to these guys, i actually dig them. i find the huge fat ones way cuter than the lil bug eyed ones. in their case theres rlly no, like... hotness about them. its just cute. i think they’re cute. any monster that is cute and also doubles up as a bed gets my vote 7/10 get urself a fella as flexible as these guys 

u know what, im gonna say it, these guys r actually kinda hot. proportions arent super bad, the face aint bad and generally they have good vibes. aside from, u know, when they’re tryna shank u. id say one of the most bearable monsters to have to look at. 8/10 im not a scalie

??????????? idk what to say. u could tie these little shits to like swingball poles and beat them with rackets thatd b good. aside from that these guys have like no redeeming qualities. they’re a pain in the ass and not in a good way. 3/10 cute but like. is it worth it?

i mean,,,,,,,, someones probably into it. i dont like these guys for a lot of reason and surprisingly the thing that gets me is the fucking hair why does it have that hair its like he-man just went straight over the top with an electric razor its not a good look!!! stop trying to make it work! it wont! and again with the loincloth??? im not into it. the only thing i like abt these guys is the lil waistcoats. they have some amount of decency (but the implications it makes are Not Good). uh. 2/10. barely.

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,,,,,9/10. but if you see a lynel up close like that chances are you died about half a minute ago

again. ??? i dont rlly like. i mean. im digging the top heavy proportions? its got the same body type as kass so like. 4/10. bit plain around the features but what can u do. i dont understand how but the igneo taluses are like. sexier 

UGHGHHH I FUCKING HATE THESE THINGS okay okay okay like these motherfuckers lure u in by being quite cute and dancin around and then u get a look at their faces and its like fucking JESUS and its even WORSE when you see under their cloak and they have no necks????? and like????? they do that gay little fucking dance that pisses me off???? they’re wearing hoods that give the ILLUSION that they have necks and im im fumin ok i HATE it i hate it i have been betrayed and i will NEVER FORGET ABOUT IT UGHGHGHG I HATE THESE CUNTS -10000000000000000000000000000000000/10 die

hhhhh i just dont like em. theyre too annoying to be cute now. and whats gonna happen if i squeeze one? is like. water gonna come out? r they just gonna deflate? 4/10 tentacles are not hyrules forte it seems ://

trust kohga to send the twinks out on the front line. seriously. they’re not bad tho? kinda small and underwhelming :((( tho i give extra points for the good crazy laugh we love a good manic cackle 6/10 they dont really count as monsters but ah well where else am i gonna put em

now THATS what im talkin about babeyyyyy we love the muscles,,,,, the posture,,, the stride,,, we love it when u fuck up stealth and a torrential downpour of these motherfuckers come down to beat ur ass,,,,, 9/10 its raining men 😎

u know. u dont rlly like. get a good view of these guys when ur balls deep in a battle with them, but the more i get like closer looks at them the more i go ???? like idk. everything about them looks backwards and wrong. but as far as backwards and wrong goes its not a bad look and the boss theme is a banger so 4/10 maybe dont jump on my ass every time i step one foot onto the desert :/

i just. i dont dig it. idk why. aside from the fact they’re a monumental pain in my ass, and now everytime i hear a beep even slightly resembling a guardian i shit my pants, but. idk??? as far as robots go its not like. terrible. they’re like the milfs of robots. the milves, if u will. a rilf. except i wouldnt. so its more like riwlf. but even that leaves too much up to interpretation so im just gonna call em a cunt and go. 4/10 leg game strong

here we are,,, the big boys,,,, waterblight isnt too bad i will admit, but the spear hand is both annoying and mildly inconvenient. its got a rlly big chest but rlly thin arms?? also not sure how i feel abt the strap on beard but oh well its not like ganons got taste. 5/10 kind of average for a blight i think

a hefty motherfucker. a chunk of a lad. big large. the fact this is like one of the easiest blights makes it more forgiveable to me but like whatever its got going on with the 80s hair needs 2 be sorted out. i like its moves but it doesnt hang upside down like waterblight :((( 5/10 calm down kate bush

ok who doesnt like gun arms. and a gun back. this things like fuckin megatron. the whole face plate thing doesnt look bad either. honestly its kind of a look? but its dickheadery in aoc makes me wanna set shit on fire so :// 6/10 hot but will not leave u alone 😔

ok this one is by FAR the sexiest of all the blights. i just cant explain it. i like guys with bad posture. i had an easy time beating it but apparently its given other people a lot of grief and that makes it 10x more sexy to me lmaooo. also it can clone itself which is like. thats a win. 8/10 ganon spilt all the sexy juice into this one

ok i didnt realise how many arms this motherfucker has and the whole hairline behind the ears thing is not a great look. especially w the beard. in fact the longer i look at it the less sexy it becomes tbh. 3/10 they tried to make arachnophobia sexy and it didnt work

10/10 i will be taking questions in my inbox but i wont be taking constructive criticism and you cant make me 

[lucemferto]

I wrote that Wilbur scene I talked about yesterday. I don't know if I captured any of the characters' voices, but I tried. It's around 1,800 words.

Sorry to spoil the surprise, but this scene has a twist!

„I’m not joining you.“

Wilbur’s eyes grew narrow. His cold gaze lingered on Tommy’s face. The boy’s expression was resolute; unwavering.

But there was this slight twitch in the left corner of his mouth. Just the faintest quiver in his lips. A weakness to be exploited.

“This burger van …” Tommy hesitated “… it’s just history repeating itself. It will end with us hurting people again …”

“’With us hurting people’?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow.

As he stepped closer, all the determination that Tommy had projected seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye. Wilbur gave him a wide smile – a thinly-veiled threat behind the appearance of affability.

“Tommy, we never hurt anyone! L’Manburg was a grand old time, Tommy, don’t you remember? Me as president; you as—”

“Maybe it wasn’t, Wilbur.”

Wilbur’s smile faltered. A glower displaced his once outwardly cheery disposition.

“You’re not making sense.”

“I’m not making sense?!” Tommy raised his voice, a blustering anger flaring up and painting over the insecurities that had been so apparent just moments before. “The presidency killed you, Wilbur! And it almost killed Tubbo! I can’t let that—”

“Tubbo?!” A hoarse laugh escaped Wilbur’s throat; more like the angry bellowing of a rabid dog. “Why the fuck should we care about Tubbo?! He betrayed us, Tommy!”

“T-That’s not true!”

Wilbur stepped closer; Tommy took a step back – but the walls of the van were already pressed up against his back. The older man was towering over him, casting him in shadow. A wild and manic energy was glinting in his eyes, bloodshot and red like sundown soon giving way to a dark night.

“He fucking teamed with the enemy, Tommy! What else would you call that?!”

“He still cares—”

Wilbur’s hand shot forward. Like the maw of an angry serpent, it closed itself around Tommy’s throat. All colour drained from the boy’s face – his complexion like that of a corpse.

“Don’t you fucking get it, Tommy?!” Little droplets of spittle rained on Tommy’s skin as Wilbur’s face inched ever closer to his. “Tubbo doesn’t care; he never cared! You were just a fucking tool to him, Tommy! Someone he could use and throw away once you were no longer useful!”

Wilbur’s dirty fingernails burrowed themselves into Tommy’s neck – soon trails of red were trickling down into the boy’s shirt.

“I’m the only who cares, Tommy! I’m the only one who ever cared about you!”

“Wilbur! Y-you’re hurting me!”

“Shut the fuck up, Tommy! I don’t ca—”

“STOP!”

The scene halted; as though time had frozen. A figure emerged from the darkness of the burger van.

It was Wilbur.

Though he and the Wilbur currently choking Tommy looked almost identical upon first glance, there were some striking differences: Gleaming red eyes contrasted against tired brown ones; demonic intensity against a dull exhaustion. The first Wilbur seemed almost unnaturally tall and imposing as he towered over Tommy; the second Wilbur carried himself smaller, more guarded.

“I d-don’t …” For a moment the voice of the second Wilbur seemed to falter; but soon he snapped back to a more confident bearing; all insecurity obscured behind a steadfast façade. “No more!”

A deafening silence fell upon the van. Then, slowly, as though unattached from his neck, Tommy’s head turned to Wilbur. Brilliant blue gave way to a searing crimson; fear to a wide, sharp-teethed grin.

“Whaaaat? You don’t enjoy the little play I put on just for you? And I thought you’d be impressed with all the cool ghost shit I can do now.”

With a sickening ratch, two horns ripped through Tommy’s temples. Shadow swallowed his blond locks, transforming them into dark, slicked back hair. Murky, unkempt facial hair sprout from his skin as his once lively complexion grew grey and translucent. Smokey tendrils enshrouded the red and white T-Shirt, before it emerged as a black business suit, the bloodred tie serving as the only blotch of colour.

The ghost of Schlatt had appeared before Wilbur.

“Guess it hit a little too close to home, huh?”

Wilbur’s eyes narrowed. While the illusionary Tommy had disappeared upon Glatt’s arrival, the facsimile of himself was still standing there. Frozen in eternal wrath.

Wilbur’s mouth grew thin. “I wouldn’t do that to Tommy. I would never hurt him.”

Feigned shock contorted Glatt’s mouth into a darkly comical expression. “That’s not what he told me.”

Wilbur felt something icy sting in his chest “What?”

Glatt nodded. “Yeah, it was the strangest thing. I was in my gym doing reps, snorting creatine, you know how it goes, when suddenly I hear some … some whining.”

Wilbur immediately took notice. He knew what Glatt was talking about. The lump in his throat felt like it would soon suffocate him.

Glatt didn’t seem to notice.

“The sound of some low-T beta just letting it all out. And when I go take a look, who else should I find but—"

“Tommy …”

“Don’t interrupt me. Anyway, when I turn the corner, I see this real pathetic mess just sitting on the floor, sobbing. I told him to shut the fuck up, because he was throwing me off my game. But he just wouldn’t stop, so good guy that I am – you remember how great I am with kids!”

“You never were.”

“Oh no, I was! That Tubbo-kid, he had it good in Manberg.”

Wilbur flinched – whether it was because of the bastardized name of the country he had once loved and loathed or because Glatt’s words woke some memories in him that he’d soon rather forget; he did not know.

“You had him executed.”

Glatt nodded, a wistful smile curling his ashen lips. “Good times, good times. Anyway, the little ghost-brat … he tells me his name is Gommy.”

Glatt let out a harsh, bellowing laugh. Wilbur could not share his amusement. He had almost forgotten how much he hated Schlatt’s sneering.

The ghost still had not managed to fully compose himself. “Gommy, that’s such a dumb name! Gommy … you wanna know what a good name is?”

“Is it—?”

“GLATT!”

The sound came out like a bile-filled belch. Wilbur closed his eyes in exasperation; his fingers massaging the bridge of his nose.

“I figured … Does this story have a point or are you just here to waste my time?”

Glatt frowned. “What, am I not good enough company for you?”

“Not even in the slightest.”

For the first time in their conversation, Glatt’s face grew more serious. His red stare tore into Wilbur; almost drilled into his mind. Wilbur answered the ghost’s stare with what he hoped was a cold, unreadable expression.

But he knew that in Schlatt’s presence, there were no masks to wear. No intent to hide. That ram was the only man that could strip him bare.

Finally, Wilbur had to break eye contact. With a sound of exasperation, he spat out: “Get to the point!”

“‘Get to the point’” The false Wilbur moved his lips, but it was Glatt’s mocking voice that emerged from behind them. “Man, I liked it more when you were a little ghost bitch. You used to come to my gym actually; did some reps. Annoying accent, but damn, what a cute ass.”

Wilbur’s jaw tensed. He had enough of this.

“I’m leaving.”

With a few long strides he had reached the exit of the van. The cold, fresh night air was beckoning him; away from the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

Then that obnoxious voice called after him again: ���Yeah, that’s probably for the best. Ghost-boy didn’t have the nicest things to say about you …”

Wilbur froze. His hand was on the door handle, ready to release him from this dark, stuffy room. It would be so easy to just leave; to rid himself of this headache. He did not need to stay.

“… You’re lying.”

A wide grin stretched Glatt’s thin lips – Wilbur couldn’t see it; but he could hear it in that tone of his.

“I’m the one who’s lying? No, no, no, I’m merely recounting what 'Gommy' told me.”

Wilbur turned around. Glatt’s smug smirk was even more unbearable than he had imagined.

“You know, after he was done bawling his eyes out and blubbering like a little bitch –“

Glatt’s face shifted into warped replica of Tommy’s – big shimmering eyes and a little doll like mouth quivering with exaggerated sorrow: “‘D-D-Dweam, D-Dweam, h-h-he’— Anyway, he told me that while my cabinet was having a grand old time over in Manberg, you were being very mean to him.”

Wilbur shook his head. “I-I’ve changed. I apologized!”

Tommy-Glatt let out another bellowing laugh. It cut through Wilbur like a knife through a paper door.

“You think an apology could make this better!”

Wilbur jumped back. The fake Wilbur began to move once more. With a thundering roar, his fist made contact with the fake Tommy’s temple. A loud thud; Tommy impacted with the floor of the van. But before he could get up, the fake Wilbur began kicking him in the stomach; screaming obscenities and curses.

It wasn’t Wilbur’s voice – it was so clearly Glatt’s poor imitation of his accent. With each kick, Glatt-Tommy’s eyes bulged out of his skull; not like a person, but like a grotesque cartoon. It was a farcical display.

But Wilbur – the real Wilbur – was paralyzed. His mind was clouded with memories and nightmares; fears bloated and distorted by thirteen years of isolation

“That’s not … that’s not what happened!”

Schlatt’s piercing, high-pitched cackling erupted out of Tommy’s mouth once more.

“Boy, Limbo really did a number on you!”

With a jump Glatt-Tommy was up on his feet again – his nose bloody and broken, his skin coloured black and blue; his hateful grin revealing multiple missing teeth.

“Not that you were all that together beforehand – ‘Tommy, let’s be the bad guys!’ ‘No, Wilbur don’t blow up Manberg. If you blow up Manberg, I’m gonna piss my pants—’ ‘Shut up, Tommy!’”

“I never hit him!” Wilbur’s panicked exclamation interrupted the smear show. “I never hit him!”

Glatt-Tommy shook his head; the satisfied grin not leaving his face. “That’s not what he told me! And what’s worse, when that green guy – Dream, I think his name was? – while he was using Tommy as his own personal punching bag, your ghost was off in the woods jerking off or something. And now you're calling Dream your hero!”

Wilbur felt as all colour drained from his face. The van around him began to spin; darkness and alcohol and cigarette smoke choking even the last ounce of the outside air he could smell.

“I-I …”

Slowly the façade of Tommy began to melt once more. Slowly, deliberately. A nightmarish display. Glatt’s and Tommy’s voices spoke in unison; their echo a cacophony in Wilbur’s ears.

“Face it, loverboy. You will always be a bad guy. No number of apologies will change that. He will never forgive you.”

[voiceless-terror]

Could you do 11 for JonMartin maybe??

Had two people ask for this, so here you go! a little silly pre-canon au jonmartin + things you said when you were drunk

Martin looks at the clock. Ten. He’s still at the institute at ten o’clock at night.

He shouldn’t have agreed to go through all of the new book arrivals by tomorrow, a ridiculous deadline. But Hannah looked so stressed, she’s always been so kind to him and he wants to repay that. 

Still, he wishes he told her he’d have it done by the end of the week. Not tomorrow.

“Shhh! They’ll hear you!” The voice startles Martin out of his mundane reverie, and is followed by the sound of footsteps in the hallway. No one should be here this late, save the janitor. Did someone break in? Is he about to be robbed? Should he hide?

Then there’s a manic, drunken giggling and suddenly two figures are stumbling into the library- Tim, the handsome man from research and-

Jon. Oh god, it’s Jon. The grumpy researcher who always stamps down the hallway in his stupid little sweater vests with his long hair tied back in a bun and his glasses on a goddamn chain. Jon, who most certainly doesn’t know Martin exists but Martin of course knows him. How could he not? Jon doesn’t have the greatest reputation, what with his perpetual scowl and generally dour disposition. But he’s unfortunately very much Martin’s type- tiny, bossy. Cute. 

And he’s...happy? Martin’s never seen him so relaxed, with a dopey smile and an arm around Tim’s waist, cackling about something Martin didn’t hear. Tim seems to be the only thing holding him up, and he brightens when he spots Martin.

“Hey there!” Tim starts toward him, dragging a pliant Jon along with him. Martin freezes.

“Um..hi?” Jon gives him a lazy wave in response and Martin almost dies on the spot.

“Sorry to bother, forgot my keys!” Tim says, giving him a sunny smile and suddenly shoving Jon into Martin’s arms. “Watch him, will you?”

“U-Uh-” It’s too late. Tim’s already off around the corner and Jon’s wrapped his arms around Martin’s waist, an almost dead weight against his chest. Martin’s arms come up to awkwardly steady him but Jon’s making it difficult, insistently rubbing his face against Martin’s jumper. Oh my god-

“Y’smell...nice,” Jon slurs, lifting his head to smile drunkenly at Martin. “Like...friend. Y’smell like a friend.” Martin smells like a friend and he’s unable to form any sort of response to that. This seems to displease Jon.

“Did you hear me?” He tugs petulantly on Martin’s jumper, almost unbalancing them both. “Said you smell like a friend.”

“Th-Thank you?” he squeaks, grabbing at Jon as his eyes close and he lists dangerously to the side. This is not how he imagined their first real conversation going. Jon’s supposed to come up to him at circulation, or drop some papers in Martin’s vicinity, or thank him profusely for finding a book he so desperately needed. He hopes Tim comes back before Jon throws up or worse, continues to speak.

And he does, thankfully. Tim stumbles back around the corner, looking only slightly more sober than Jon. Martin wonders if he should call them a cab, he hopes they aren’t attempting to navigate the tube like this. Jon’s barely conscious and yet scratching at him like a cat, running his fingers down Martin’s side like he’s giving him a good itch.  

“Thanks for watching him, he can be a real handful when he’s drunk,” Tim pulls at Jon but he holds fast, his nails digging into Martin’s side. “C’mon buddy, leave Martin alone-”

“Mahhh...tin,” Jon says, savoring the name like a fine wine. His eyes open briefly to meet Martin’s with a surprising clarity. “S’good name, that is. Mah-tin.” 

Martin lets out something between a shriek and a cough. “J-Jon’s a good name too, but I-I think its time for you to go home, now.”

It takes the two of them and not a little bit of strength to pry Jon away; he slumps into Tim’s side with a whine. “Uber’s here. Thanks a million, Mart-o! Sure the lil guy won’t remember it tomorrow, but he thanks you too!” He picks up Jon’s limp hand in an approximation of a wave that Martin half-heartedly returns. Yeah, he doubts Jon will remember.

And he’s right. The next day Jon breezes past him in the hallway, grumbling to himself. It’s probably for the best- he doesn’t want Jon to feel embarrassed, or remember the hole he tore in the side of Martin’s jumper. Not a good look for him, really.

But two days later Jon approaches the circulation desk, avoiding Martin’s eyes as he hands him a particularly heavy tome to check out. Martin’s just going through the motions, scanning the book and handing it back with a receipt when he hears it.

“Thank you...Martin.” By the time he looks up, Jon’s gone. And maybe Martin imagined the whole thing, it wouldn’t be the first time. 

But Jon gives him a nod in the hallways now, occasionally asks him how his day is. Inexplicably turns red whenever Martin greets him. Jon doesn’t...like him, or anything. He’s probably still embarrassed over the whole thing, really. That’s why he starts bringing Martin croissants from the bakery next door. And talks to him on his lunch breaks. 

And asks him what detergent he uses.