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onthenightwatch · 8 months

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[Content warning! This has someone being fed a whole ass dead rat. So uh. Yeah don't read this if you don't want to see that.]

[Video recording begin.]

[Via: Back_Alley_Cam.]

[For the first minute or so, it’s empty. Just a low down camera in an alley. Until there is shouting and jeering from further down, it is a jumbled mess of insults and taunts. And a group of 5 people comes into frame.]

[Among them, is a man with brown hair and a black hoodie, he’s being shoved along by the other 4, arms behind his back. They reach the center of the alley, and grab him. Pushing him to the ground. He finally faces the camera, revealing the man to be Edgar.]

[He already appears battered, a few bruises line his neck, along with his hands. There is likely more under his clothing. His eyes scan the group over and over, eventually stopping to make eye contact with the leader, a familiar blond man.]

Jason: Hold him.

[The three others move to follow the order. Edgar struggles, but it’s no use.]

[Jason takes a step forward, Edgar pulls back. Or… attempts to. The three other members of the group make sure he can’t. One of them holding tight onto his head. He can’t turn away.].

[Edgar glares at Jason, but doesn’t say anything. He knows better.]

J: Now…

[Jason abruptly reaches forward, grabbing Edgar’s jaw tightly. The latter shouts in surprise, at which Jason laughs. Jason pulls down more than he should on Edgar’s jaw, causing tears to well up in Edgar’s eyes. His hands tense, clearly trying to break free from whatever is holding them to make Jason stop. It doesn’t work. He can’t move from the spot he’s being held in.]

[He pulls a little more, pushing Edgar’s jaw to its limit. It looks excruciating. Edgar’s hands tense a little more, as does the rest of his body. His eyes are wide, glancing around for someone, anyone, to come to his aid. Nobody. Jason looks up at one of the three other men.]

J: Quinten?

[The one called takes one hand off of Edgar, and hands Jason something small, and furry. A dead rat. Half rotted. Edgar’s eyes fill with panic, and he tries to say something. But he can’t. His head is pulled back, extending his jaw slightly more, his breathing quickens, and his eyes dart around frantically.]

J: I hope you’re fucking hungry.

[He slowly takes the rat, holding it by the tail, and dangles it over Edgar’s mouth. Edgar attempts to break free from the others. But they hold fast. It takes Jason around 20 seconds to even get it close to the man’s mouth. Once he does, though, he pauses. Taking a few seconds to let everything sink in, before letting go of the tail. As the rat lands on Edgar’s tongue, Jason forces his jaw closed, the tail still somewhat hanging out of his mouth. Edgar looks to be getting paler and paler by the second.]

J: [Mocking tone.] Go on. Eat it.

[Edgar looks pleadingly at Jason.]

J: What? I thought you were starving! Come on. Eat.

[Nothing, Edgar doesn’t dare to open his mouth to spit the likely bug-infested rotting rodent out, but he doesn’t do anything.]

J: You can’t leave until you fucking eat it. Hurry it up. Or we’re going to do much worse shit to you than just this.

[Edgar still does not do anything.]

J: Fine! Be that way!

[Jason takes out a knife and holds it to his eye.]

J: I hope you aren’t too fond of your eyes, bitch.

[Edgar attempts to pull away again, but to no avail. He looks desperate, and terrified.]

J: Make your choice. The rat? Or the eyes?

[Slowly, and very reluctantly, Edgar begins to chew. A sickening, muffled rhythmic crunching sound is heard. Edgar swallows, bit by bit, eating the dead rodent. Tears stream down his face, either from pain or nausea, likely both. After 20 minutes of this, he appears to be done. His whole body is shaking. The three other men back off, and Jason takes this as an opportunity to kick him in the ribs, knocking him to the ground. Then pushing his head into the concrete with his foot.]

[Jason leans down and whispers something inaudible to Edgar, who shakes his head as best he can. Jason laughs, and motions to his group to leave.]

[Edgar now lays alone in the alley. Blood leaking from his slightly open mouth as he sits there, unmoving, unblinking, unresponsive. He seems to stare off into the distance for a second. Before realizing that the 4 men are gone.]

[A harsh gust of wind goes by, and he seems to shiver. Using his hands, he pushes himself up, before a noise in the direction where the 4 men vanished startles him, and he falls down, a small spatter of blood appearing on the concrete near his mouth as he lands.]

[One of the other men, the one Jason had called forward with the rotting rodent, Quinten, approaches.]

Quinten: Forgot to do something.

[Quinten takes something metallic out of his pocket, Edgar attempts to move away, but Quinten darts forward and grabs his arm, dragging him over to a large pipe in the center of the camera's view. Quickly cuffing him to the pipe.]

Edgar: [Raspy, through choked sounds.] Are y– [A cough.] –ou d– done no– now?

Q: Nope!

[Quinten retrieves a knife from his pocket, and jams it into Edgar’s leg. Edgar immediately begins choking. The man spits up a small amount of blood and jerks forwards. He looks just about ready to throw up. Quinten takes the knife out and stabs him in various other places. Each time he does, more red liquid is spat up. It trails down Edgar’s face. After one last stab, the knife is left in, and Quinten stands.]

E: Fffu– [Coughing.] –ffuck you.

Q: Mhm.

[Quinten leans down again, and reaches into Edgar’s jacket pocket. Pulling out a phone.]

Q: I hope you weren’t planning on calling for help, fucker.

[He places the phone a small ways away from Edgar. Just out of his reach. Edgar stares at it wistfully.]

Q: See ya.

[Quinten finally leaves, Edgar’s eyes follow him until he’s out of sight. Once he’s gone, he reaches his leg out to try and grab the phone, he’s a foot short. He tries again. Still too far.]

[After his third attempt, he gives up, sliding his leg back towards himself. He tries to shout, but he begins spitting up more blood, along with small chunks of fur and bone. He doesn’t try again. Instead, he just lets his head fall, leaning against the wall behind him. And he begins to sob.]

[Recording end]

#ask blog #asks open #fnaf ask blog #fnaf au #cw dead animal #cw violence

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theinsanecrayonbox · 9 months

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X-Force #47

I’d honestly almost forgot this came out today, despite having checked it this morning. Haha whoops. But we here, we doing this

We open following Sir I Barely Appear In This Because I Have My Own Book running from Orchis post Gala

Aw Sage no, if you save Logan we’l just take over and inner monologue over everything

Cut to a few weeks later and the team is looking for a place in the Arctic to plant a new hone base. The best part; Arkady got a coat

That might sound like a stupid thing to be excited about (and it is) but he so rarely gets alternate outfits, not to mention the last time he was in this environment he didn’t get a coat. Plus it’s kinda cute. Also Laura looks very Gabby-ish

So they set up the Greenhouse. Logan yells at Quinten to man up; Quinten passes out after getting a psychic flash of his girlfriend. Sage and Tom are still setting stuff up. Laura and Domino go to intercept intruders but…

It’s Daken! As well as Northstar and Aurora, but mainly sibling reunion! So nice to see.

Anyways, later Quinten wakes up after another psychic flash and ditches the team to go find his girlfriend on the remnants of the island, putting them all in jeopardy. But before that we cut outside to Arkady

He pokes so happy being by himself with that fire. Then he’s reporting in properly. And his eyes are weird…this is just kinda a nice page…and really his main spotlight time since we’ve checked in on everyone else but him in setting this place up.

Dom talks to Piotr who’s suffering from some PTSD and guilt. Logan and Daken have a “gad you’re not dead” talk as they start taking in refugees

It’s nice Laura is hanging out with Arkady despite her dad and brother being around. Shame it won’t last.

Piotr comes out to talk to Logan…

About Victor. Now at first I was confused because he wouldn’t know about the inter dimensional zombie clone army because that was Orchis. But then I realized he was probably going to tell him he broke out of the Pit, since he was part of the council of dumb at that point in time.

Dunno though since Quinten interrupts that by crashing in front of them with his girlfriend. The Howletts all circle up around him as we cut away to Beast with a sniper rifle about to shoot them.

So overall, it wasn’t that bad. We’re getting a slight breather as we setup for the next arc and wrap up the previous, as well as potentially sewing the seeds for Sabretooth War. It’s still a shame that everyone got some form of checkin with their characters except Arkady. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens next I guess. New year is bringing us new plot threads…mostly Logan centric but still new threads…hopefully

#kp reads comics #kp rants about comics

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cute-ellyna · 1 year

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Ok so… how is it possible no one on the internet apparently talks about the FF16 many references / eater eggs to Dragon Age?

Quinten’s inn is called the Hanged Man, Isabelle(a) and the Veil, the guy serving uncle Byron called Rutherford…. some of these are quite explicit, at least to me!

Am I the only one seeing things?? O_o

#final fantasy xvi #ff16 #dragon age

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sheerfreesia007 · 3 years

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Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 7.5

Title: Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 7.5

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 2,208

Warnings: Fluff

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo

Author Notes: Was able to get this done this past weekend. I think I lost it half way through but I’m happy with it. I love Esme and seeing things in her perspective. It was different to write in her point of view. Probably could’ve made it a little less adult minded but we’ll just pretend she’s much more mature than others. Haha! Anyway enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated.

The sun beamed down on the large open field in the middle of the community as the neighbors milled about grilling hot dogs and hamburgers for each other. The happy atmosphere was relaxing and peaceful, and the warm sun was making everyone lazy as they all gathered in their lawn chairs around each other. The soft voices and happy laughter played as a nice background noise for others who had decided to lay out in the grass and just enjoy the nice day that they were having.

Bunny looked over from where she sat in a lawn chair one of the neighbors brought to where Esme was sprawled out in the grass with Butter next to her. She grinned softly as she saw Esme had an arm lightly draped over Butter and was idly scratching his belly while she gazed up at the sky. Butter was laid out on his side panting softly while he faced Esme, he would occasionally scoot closer to Esme so that her fingers would hit a certain spot on his belly and make his tongue hang out of his mouth. Shaking her head Bunny turned back to the neighbors and rejoined the conversation knowing that Esme and Butter would be just fine laying out like that in the grass.

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Esme watched as the large fluffy white clouds slowly moved through the bright blue sky. Her mind was growing foggy with relaxation as she scratched and tickled Butter’s tummy. The dog next to her huffed softly and wriggled on his back until he was pressed as close to her as he could. Giggling softly Esme felt Butter turn again on his side and his hot panting breath ghosted against her ear.

“Butter, your breath is gross.” Esme said softly as she turned her head to look at the dog. As another pant of breath graced her nose she scrunched up her nose and jerked away. “And stinky!” She cried laughing happily. “Didn’t Bunny brush your teeth last night?” She asked knowing full well that Bunny had in fact brushed his teeth last night.

Butter huffed again and rolled onto his other side so that he was facing away from Esme making the little girl laugh brightly as she too rolled over and lightly wrapped her arm around him to tug him flush against her chest. Butter let out a soft grumble as he wriggled and got comfortable against her.

“You’re so weird. But I love you Butter.” Esme said softly as she buried her face in his fur on his back. Sighing softly Esme nuzzled into Butter’s fur and began to relax like that feeling the dog take in breaths and let them out. The feeling of his body moving with his breaths against her put her in a sort of trance as her mind began to wander.

Just as she began to think about her Dad and that he was coming home tonight, Butter growled low in his belly making his whole body vibrate. Esme focused her eyes on Butter who had turned his head to stare at where Bunny was sitting. Esme followed where Butter was looking and saw Cynthia was walking over to Bunny. Butter growled once again low in his belly and he flipped onto his belly to be more alert as he watched.

“You don’t like her, do you?” Esme asked softly as she also rolled onto her belly and watched Cynthia talk to Bunny who sat in the lawn chair. Butter huffed softly as he watched Cynthia and inched closer to Esme. “You’re right she’s not a nice lady. She only cared about where my Dad was earlier.” Esme said huffing next to Butter.

As Esme watched Cynthia continue to talk to Bunny she began to think about how Butter would react to certain people who would come around Bunny. Esme rested her elbows in the grass and propped herself up on her folded arms as she watched Bunny talk with Cynthia before Cynthia laughed brightly and then walked away from a bewildered looking Bunny.

“Yeah she’s not a nice lady.” Esme said softly as she turned and looked over at Butter who was still watching Bunny avidly. “You’re very protective of Bunny aren’t you?” Esme asked softly with a wide grin on her face. Snuggling closer to Butter she wrapped her arms around his body and rolled until he was pressed close to her own body once more. “I’m glad you can protect Bunny. She needs someone to protect her since she lives alone.”

Esme laughed as Butter just became dead weight on top of her. She thought back to her week long visit with Bunny and Butter and how the two of them interacted all the time. Butter did tend to be a little overprotective of Bunny especially with new people. She remembered when one time when they went to the playground together there was a man who came over to talk to Bunny and Butter wouldn’t stop barking and running around Bunny’s feet as the man tried to talk to her. Bunny had laughed at his antics and the man had quickly left her alone after Butter wouldn’t stop. Bunny had rewarded Butter with an ice cream cone after the park.

Esme laughed softly as her thoughts then turned to how Bunny and Butter would interact with each other throughout the week. Bunny liked calling Butter lazy and while it was true Esme knew that Bunny said almost as if it was a nickname for Butter. The little dog would often be found lazing about in his dog bed in the kitchen whenever he wasn’t with either Bunny or Esme in the house. His normal position was flopped on his back snoring away. Esme giggled softly when she remembered one night that her and Bunny were in the living room after eating dinner and they both heard a strange sound coming from the kitchen. When they went to investigate they found that it was Butter’s snoring that was making the noise. He had managed to contort his body in such a weird position that his nose was pressed up against the dog bed and he was snoring through his mouth. Bunny had laughed as she teased Butter by calling him a lazy layabout.

Butter shifted on top of Esme and grew heavier as he settled on her chest and snuggled his head under her chin. Esme grinned and hugged the dog closer to her body. She remembered how whenever Bunny would be sitting on the ground or floor Butter would sneakily worm his way into her lap and sprawl out as she would pet him. And whenever Esme would get close to Bunny while she was petting Butter he would become jealous that Bunny would pay more attention to Esme. Giggling again Esme remembered when the three of them had been hanging out in the backyard after the pirate play Butter had managed to sprawl out in Bunny’s lap. Esme had come over to talk to Bunny about the play and when Bunny had stopped petting Butter he had crawled up onto his little legs and stood on Bunny’s chest trying to get her attention. Bunny had easily scooped Butter into her arms and teased him about being jealous and having to share her with Esme for the week.

Just then Esme heard Mr. Quinten call out to Bunny from over by the grill asking her if she wanted anymore food. Esme didn’t hear Bunny’s response but the sound of Mr. Quinten’s voice reminded Esme about the times that Butter would wind up in his backyard by digging holes under the fence between Bunny’s and Mr. Quinten’s yards. Mr. Quinten would call or yell for Bunny to come get her “chubby dog” out of his yard and Esme had watched once from Bunny’s yard as Bunny tried to wrangle Butter in Mr. Quinten’s yard. She giggled again as she remembered watching Bunny chase after a running Butter in Mr. Quinten’s yard. Bunny had only managed to grab Butter when he got distracted by a fluttering butterfly.

Esme laughed as she remembered that after Bunny had gotten Butter back into her own yard that the little dog had run around all crazily. The dog had done laps around the yard at such a high speed while barking that it was hard for Esme to keep track of where he was. Bunny had told her that those were called “zombies” and that it was when Butter got overly excited and needed to burn off some energy. Esme had thought they were hysterical as she and Bunny just stood by the steps watching as Butter ran and ran around the yard. Butter had done zoomies a few times when they were all playing out in the backyard and every time Esme was left laughing so hard her sides hurt.

Just then Butter began to wiggle around on top of Esme and she tilted her head back to see Bunny was walking over to them with a happy smile on her face. Butter’s little feet began to wiggle in a familiar fashion and Esme laughed out happily as the little dog tried to wiggle out of her arms. As Bunny walked closer Butter was able to get out of Esme’s arms and stood next to Esme bouncing on his feet doing what Esme had dubbed his “tappy toe dance”. Bunny and Esme laughed as the dog continued to dance on his little feet as Bunny came closer. Esme smiled as she realized that Butter would only do the little dance for certain people. So far those people were Bunny, Jeremy, and Esme.

“Easy there you little ball of crazy.” came Bunny’s soothing voice as she finally came to a stop next to Esme and Butter. Esme tilted her head up to Bunny and grinned widely. “Enjoying the day huh?” Bunny asked as she grinned down at Esme.

“Uh-huh. Butter’s been staying with me.” Esme said happily and Bunny nodded her head at her easily as she looked down at the two of them. Butter started rubbing up against Bunny’s legs and she chuckled softly as she reached down and began to pet him on his back.

“You’re so needy you little butter ball.” Bunny teased him softly and he wiggled further against her as she squatted down to hug him tightly. “So we’re going to start turning off the grills now would you like anything else to eat Es?” Bunny asked as she tried to hold Butter still as he wiggled in her arms trying to get up to her face where he kept trying to lick her. Esme laughed softly as she watched Butter try to lick and kiss Bunny who tried to keep him away. “Butter ball easy, you crazy little thing.” Bunny said softly as she grinned before hugging him tightly making him huff out a breath.

“No I’m not hungry anymore.” Esme responded easily as she shook her head.

“Okay, yes yes I will get you a hamburger. Geeze, relax Butter.” Bunny said as Butter wiggled in her arms even more as she tried to stand up. Esme laughed and patted the ground next to her for Butter to come lay next to her. “Alright, I’m gonna grab Butter a hamburger and then I’ll be back. It looks like everyone is going to start packing up soon to head home.” Bunny said as she finally stood up and Esme nodded at her solemnly.

Esme was enjoying herself and she didn’t really want for the day to end. While she was excited to see her Dad again, she had had so much fun this past week with Bunny and Butter. She didn’t want it to end.

“Hey what do you say we watch some movies tonight and bake some cookies to make ice cream sandwiches?” Bunny asked as she smiled softly down at Esme.

“Really? Homemade ice cream sandwiches?” Esme asked excitedly. Bunny nodded her head and Esme nodded her head in response making Bunny laugh softly.

“Ok sounds good let me get the hamburger for Butter and then once everyone starts leaving we’ll take Mr. Quinten and Jeremy home then we’ll bake and make homemade ice cream sandwiches.” Bunny instructed her and Esme nodded her head along with her words until she had a brilliant idea.

“Can Jeremy join us?” Esme asked shyly and Bunny looked at her surprised before a bright happy smile graced her lips.

“I’ll ask him. If he’s free I’m sure he’d love to.” Bunny responded knowingly. Esme grinned and watched as Bunny walked away over to the grills and where Jeremy was sitting with Mr. Quinten. She watched as Bunny asked one of the parents who stood at the grill for a hamburger for Butter and then turned back to Jeremy. She stood there talking to him and Esme watched as Jeremy’s eyes lit up with excitement before he turned to her and grinned really wide.

“I would love to Esme!” Jeremy called loudly making Bunny and Esme laugh. Turning back to lay in the grass Esme smiled to herself as she cuddled Butter close to her once more just enjoying the sun and relaxation that the day brought her.

#My writing #FLILO #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #kingsman the golden circle

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calmlftv · 4 years

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exodus. - demon!ash

description: welcome to the surface, lost one! it’s been one year since you’ve fallen, and life is going pretty well - until you fatefully bump into the wrong man.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: strong language!

w/n: this part is honestly my favorite one for this au so far, so i hope u enjoy it! 💕if this looks a little bit familiar, it’s because i decided to work this original request into this part!

taglist: @spicycal @castaway-cashton @irwinkitten @n-ctarinenga @thesubtweeter @ashisonthefloor @ashtonsos @loveroflrh @bestyearssos @treatallwithkindness @bestyearslftv @boomerash

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“Miss!”

The voice pulled you out of your stupor, your elbows pushing off from the bar counter as your eyes locked on your patron, mind snapping into focus again.

You sauntered over, your hips swaying a bit more than they usually do as you flashed him a coy smile. The sea green eyes followed your movements closely, a smirk on his face as you got closer.

“Yes, sugar?” You asked, sweetness wrapping around your words as you slightly leaned against his table. The female with him - most likely a siren, by her red painted talons - flashed you an annoyed glance that you ignored, eyes focused on the intense gaze of the demon in front of you.

He smiled again, teeth flashing in the dim lights of the lounge as his hand grazed your hip. “Another drink, please, darling,” he said, lifting his empty scotch glass with his free hand. You gave him a sickeningly sweet smile and nodded, taking his glass and grazing his fingers as you took it from him, smiling as you met his gaze. “And make it two, please.”

“You got it,” you said coyly, giggling as you turned away while he winked at you. You moved to the bar, setting the empty glass on the counter as you looked at your coworker, a cheeky smile and raised eyebrows on his face. His teeth practically glowed in the dim lighting of the lounge, sharp canines sparkling.

“Another refill?”

“Make it two,” you answered, mimicking the patron as the vampire chuckled. He took the glass and went to work, your hands grabbing a tray as you leaned against the counter again, your mind getting lost in your own thoughts.

You sighed. The evening was draining you, the buzz of a room full of literal demons pulling any energy you had previously stored for your shift. Only two more hours, you thought to yourself, running a hand through your hair.

It had been a full year since you had fallen, and within that year, you had finally been able to live the lifestyle you had so desperately wanted; parties over the weekends, alcohol and drugs mixing together in your stomach, and all the time in the world to do whatever you wanted. Your new found freedom was intoxicating at first, so much so that you were a bit overwhelmed, unsure of what to do with yourself until the other Fallen guided you, giving you a place to stay and helping you find work. There were so many new things for you to learn, and while you’ve come far in the year, you knew you still had a lot to learn.

“Sweets?”

A pair of fingers snapped in front of your fingers, two filled glasses being set on the tray in front of you. You snapped back to reality at the click, your coworker smirking at you.

“Get outta that day dream you were having, you have patrons to take care of, remember?”

You stuck out your tongue. “Daydreaming is better than staring at your ugly mug, Q.”

Quinten chuckled and shook his head, flipping you off as you grinned, turning around to bring your patron his drinks.

As you turned you felt something solid, the tray slipping out of your hands as you lost your balance and crashed into the patron that had snuck up behind you. The drinks slid off, dumping themselves all over the front of the person you just ran into before crashing onto the floor, the glasses shattering as you landed on your ass. A hush fell over the room at the sounds of the chaos, the demons and various creatures all reveling in the feeling before returning to their conversations, chattering quickly filling the silence.

“-the fuck!” A voice said, the tone having a serrated edge to it. You looked up and met a pair of fiery hazel eyes, black hair slicked back and carefully trimmed scruff adorning the face. The man’s face was furious, eyes moving between his drenched white shirt and suit jacket and back to you. “Watch where you’re going, shithead. Or do you make it a habit to ruin one of a kind suits?”

You gulped, a deep blush on your cheeks as you scrambled up to your feet. Q set a clean rag on the counter and you grabbed it, handing it to the man before he snatched it out of your hands. You noticed the countless rings on his fingers, different metals and colors glinting in the lights. “S-So sorry, sir,” you said, stuttering as he shot you another look that could kill.

He roughly dabbed at his clothes, giving up after a few minutes and sighing in frustration. He turned to the blonde, curly haired man beside him, his blue eyes neutral. “This is definitely not coming out,” he complained, his friend shooting you a disgusted look before he turned on his heel, disappearing somewhere when you blinked.

The black hair man turned back to you, tossing the cloth to you. You took it and knelt down, cleaning up the mess as the man stared, his gaze unrelenting as you set all the broken glass on the tray and laid the cloth out to soak up the alcohol.

“Who are you?” He asked when you stood again, the tray already getting sticky as the alcohol quickly dried. “I’ve never seen you working in my lounge before.”

My lounge? you thought to yourself, eyes going wide as you finally pieced things together. Your eyes landed on the mark on his neck, almost looking like an angry purple bruise with a blackish red center. It stared at you and you were immediately filled with dread, frozen in place as you stared at the man in front of you.

Fuck, you mentally cursed, his eyebrow raising as he waited for your answer.

I just ran into the King of the Underworld.

“Well?” He asked, impatient. “Are you mute?”

“N-No, sir,” you said, ducking your head down as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m just a waitress.”

“That’s not what I asked,” he said, a finger moving under your chin and lifting your face to his.

His eyes were less angry now, more darkly curious as he inspected your face. “Who are you? Give me a name.”

You bit your lip. “U-Uh,” you stuttered. “M’name’s y/n, but everybody calls me South.”

The King smirked, thumb now resting on your chin as he held your face in place. “South,” he tested, rolling the name around on his tongue as his face hovered closer to your own. He was taller than you, his eyes probably the prettiest and most captivating hazel you’ve ever seen; it was like they sent you into a trance while his thumb dragged down your chin, your bottom lip being pulled with it before he let it spring back.

Ashton chuckled darkly, his grip on your face tightening as he tugged you closer. “What are you, little thing? You smell like something Heavenly, but darker, and I certainly don’t recognize you as being one of mine.”

You bit down harshly on the inside of your cheek, blood trickling on your tongue. Behind you Q came around from the bar, bringing two glasses to the patron you had interacted with before, no doubt serving his charm well before he came back.

The taste of your blood ripped you from the trance, your face jerking back from his grip as he raised an eyebrow, annoyance on his face. “None of your fucking business,” you sassed, unable to stop yourself as you bent down and picked up the soaked cloth.

You tossed the cloth to Q, who caught it and disappeared into the back, probably thankful for an excuse to exit the tension that had built between the two of you. In the same moment his friend returned, a dry cleaners bag hanging off a single finger.

“Got you somethin’ new, mate,” he mumbled, Ashton’s stare keeping you in place as he reached up and took the bag, hanging on to it rather tightly as his jaw tightened. You kept the gaze, not giving his friend a single glance as you held it evenly, refusing to be the first one to break.

The blonde raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you before he grabbed onto Ashton’s arm harshly. “Mate,” he growled, pushing him away and forcing him to break eye contact. “Let’s go. S’not worth it, and the Court is waiting.”

Ashton looked at you again and bared his teeth before following his friend, the two of them disappearing behind the VIP curtain.

You turned back to the bar, Q now standing behind you with his mouth hanging open. A glare was shot to him and he shrank away, grabbing a clean rag and wiping down the bar.

“Not a fucking word,” you threatened, picking up a clean tray and tucking it under your arm as you walked away, pasting on your fake smile and swaying your hips as you checked in on your patrons, taking winks and tips and empty glasses until you finally got to clock out, handing everything to the other waitress before practically sprinting out the door.

Gideon tossed a sour watermelon into the air, quickly positioning himself underneath to catch it until Shauna shoved him out of the way. The man quickly toppled off the hood of the car, the woman taking his previous position and catching the candy perfectly, cheering and laughter erupting from the other Fallen around you.

Shauna stood and took a bow, Gideon huffing on the ground below her. “So not fair,” he complained, a whine in his voice.

“Life’s not fair,” you said simply, popping another peach ring into your mouth as you grinned. “Isn’t that what you always say, Gid?”

The man shot you a look and you laughed, shaking your head as you leaned back against the car windshield, the sunset bathing you in a warm, orange glow as you shut your eyes.

This was your favorite spot to be in, the warmth of the sun rays practically filling you from the inside out while Mark sat beside you. All the other Fallen were chatting and goofing around, but you just basked in the sunshine; you had plenty of chances during the week to be chaotic, but during your time at this lookout, your once-a-week get together with your friends, you were always calm, this being your own little piece of Heaven.

Maybe that’s the wrong word for it.

“South,” Gideon called, using his foot to knock your legs together. “Hello?”

You stuck your tongue out at him, the man chuckling as he hopped up on your hood with you, the metal bowing under his added weight.

“Where’s that head’a yours at?” He asked, voice a bit quiet in comparison to his usual volume. The volume almost reminded you of the way he spoke in the Heavens, soft and soothing to your ears.

You sighed, running your hand through your hair. “Just work things,” you mumbled, Gideon nodding. You knew he always understood your plights without too many words, the unspoken connection between the two of you reminiscent of one you had lost.

Gideon slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close and pressing a friendly kiss to your head. “You know you can talk to Shauna and I about any of that at any time. Right?”

You smiled. “I know,” you said simply, eyes moving to Shauna as she came over to your car. She must have sensed your stress, a talent that she has yet to explain to you, as she mimicked Gideon’s movements and had her arm around your shoulders within seconds.

“Work things?” She asked. When you nodded she did the same. “Our apartment is always open, South. Absolutely no bullshit, open 24/7 kind of thing.”

You chuckled, bumping against Shauna as Gideon gave her a smile.

A couple hours later the sun had set fully, everybody getting in their cars and driving back to town in one long caravan. Some cars took different routes to hit up the parties they had heard about, others made pit stops on the way to have their own parties at home, but you drove in silence, following Shauna and Gideon home to the building you all shared together.

The Fallen community all stuck together; they were practically a family, with generations of them going back as far as you could find. One of the things that was passed down was the apartment building - one of the biggest ones in the city, it homed 57 members of the community, and nothing ever really stopped there. Fallen were coming and going at all hours, and for the most part, everybody respected the building rules and still paid up when they had to. It was the perfect living situation, and when you got into your one bedroom, you collapsed on to your bed, eyes closing immediately when your head hit the pillow.

Your dreams were fitful, filled with an uneasy sense of curiosity and fear; your feet carried you around but you went nowhere, being stuck in an endless hallway while you tried to battle your way out. Eventually, a devious smile appeared in front of you, your feet now rooted to the ground as you tried to get away.

As the mouth opened to swallow you whole you jolted awake, a cold sweat clinging to your skin as you quickly sat up. You were gasping for air, eyes wildly darting around the room until you finally calmed down enough to look at the time.

You flung yourself from bed and got ready for work, feeling more exhausted than you had the night before. It took everything within you to not fall asleep at the wheel while you drove to the Vault, a heavy feeling of dread sitting in your stomach.

It was going to be a long, long day.

#5sos #5sos au #ashton irwin #ashton irwin au #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer au #demon!sos #demon!ash

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post-itpenny · 4 years

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The Challenge

So this is completely ridiculous but I’ve had the idea for a while and just really wanted to try writing some Dead By Daylight.

Yeah this is definitely ridiculous.

There were few things they could take comfort in while trapped in this never ending nightmare that the survivors called “The Game.”

The first being that despite how twisted and horrifying the game was, it did still have some semblance of a set of rules that both survivors and killers alike had to follow.

The second being that for some reason, despite coming from different countries and languages, they could all understand each other. They heard each other in their own languages except or obvious accents. It was strange and unnerving, something that became more disturbing as more and more survivors came claiming to be from different decades.

Jane speculated it was because they were dead, explaining to the others the last thing she remembered was flying off the road thanks to some black ice. Adam added that he had been in a train crash which he was certain he should not have survived. It was Kate that pointed out she had been literally yanked out of reality by The Entity and dropped by the campfire. Several others could attest getting lost or just walking into the fog by complete accident.

Perhaps it was another rule they didn’t fully understand. But then again, communication was vital during a trial. Regardless of the reasoning of The Entity the survivors all agreed it was a small comfort being able to speak with each other.

Which led to how everything started.

Dwight, Claudette, Nea, and Jeff had been pulled into a trial. The anxiety that came with waiting for those in a trial to return never lessoned. There had been a handful of survivors that only lasted a few rounds before completely breaking, dying in a trial and not returning to the campfire. No one wanted to think about what may have happened to those few but the fear someone else would break was always present.

Fifteen minutes in and Dwight had appeared, his clothes muddy and torn. The look on his face said it all- a mori.

“Ghost Face,” he groaned, “‘Dette was hooked and I ran to help her. Should have known it was too easy since he had already gotten me once.” Dwight sighed as he shrugged off his shirt and took the offered needle and thread from Quinten. The Entity could repair broken bones and gored flesh; heck, it even fixed Dwight’s glasses more than once. But it was apparently not a tailor.

From across the campfire Bill shook his head as he took a drag of his cigarette, “how the hell did he get you so fast boy?”

“It wasn’t my fault,” Dwight snapped back with a slight whine in his voice, “I spawned in right next to the guy. I didn’t have a chance.”

Half an hour later the other three came back, Claudette seemed…. dumbfounded.

Nea was laughing hysterically.

“I would have paid anything the see his fuckin’ face!” She cackled. “You guys, guys! You won’t believe it!”

Apparently Nea had also tried to come to Claudette’s aid, hanging back in the tall grass as she saw Ghost Face pounce on Dwight. But then-

“So he’s fishing his camera out of a pocket and to take a picture and- an-“ Nea couldn’t continue, breaking into another fit of laughter. Claudette, who had seen everything, continued.

“Ghost Face took a selfie with Dwight’s body and Nea photobombed it.”

“He sat there for two minutes just staring at the stupid screen!” Nea screamed between fits of laughter, Dwight gave a huff of annoyance and half-heartedly shoved Nea off the log she sat on and flat on her back in the dirt, tears in her eyes with laughter.

Bill took another drag of his nearly dissolved cigarette and scowled. “That was bold but stupid, what if he turned around and stabbed you?”

“Oh come off it old man,” Nea scoffed, “pass me a cig from wherever the hell you get them from.”

“Nope, you’ll ruin your lungs.”

“Bill you-“

“So what's a photobomb?”

It had been Nancy that had asked, which considering it had been the 80’s last time she and Steve had checked no one could blame her. Confusion about slang did not change even if they could understand each other, the time gaps not helping. So it was explained what it meant to photobomb someone and as the realization of what Nea had done really started to sink in, most of the group could agree, it was hilarious.

But then two days later Ace decided it would be funny to sing “I Only Have Eyes For You” to the Nurse, leaving the apparition coming to a halt in her chase with Meg. He made it through the first verse before she seemed to pull herself together and swing at him with her bone saw. Ace died pretty quickly that round but that night at the campfire they were all in better spirits than they had been in a long time as they listened to Ace and Meg recount the story.

And so, the challenge was born.

There were several like Bill, Tapp, and Jane who saw it as reckless but even Claudette who was arguably one of the most level headed of them all pointed out that it wasn’t like anyone would die permanently. Plus, if it raised everyone’s spirits then wasn’t the risk worth it?

Even the survivors got bored with the monotony of one trial after another, so anything that could spice things up was welcomed by most.

It took some time to explain what a “meme” was, several failing since the best they could do was give examples that not everyone understood. But the idea got across soon enough and quickly led to Steve screaming “is that a cat?!” As the Demigorgon charged his way which led to Feng Min screaming “yeet!” As the Huntress threw a hatchet in Bill’s direction.

The Huntress didn’t seem to appreciate the humor as much as Feng Min did.

Perhaps the boldest came from Laurie who had at first been very much against the idea of taunting the killers in such a way. But she had been inspired, and there were very few things that could bring her as much joy as giving her brother any form of grief.

Kate and Quinten has been trapped in a corner of the ironworks, Michael staring them down as he prepared to strike-

But they were far more interested in Laurie who was standing an arm’s length behind him.

Michael lunged and they split in separate directions; Kate apparently being the unfortunate chosen as Michael chased her out of the ironworks and Quinten watched as Laurie followed right behind, just as stealthy and quiet as her brother could ever be. She followed him like this for nearly the entire match and when Michael did finally turn around to spot Laurie he skipped the usual protocol and went straight to a mori.

It was amazing and Quinten was well convinced Laurie could be just as dangerous as her brother given the right circumstances.

Many of them took turns playing like this, even at the risk of an early death the survivors found it worth it for just two minutes of a good laugh. They now had stories to share around the campfire aside from the mournful accounts of what they missed from their old lives. Even Jane eventually joined in, propping her arms up on a window ledge and holding a thirty second mock interview with an extremely confused Wraith with an imaginary microphone held out for his response.

They started repeating the antics of each other which infuriated some of the killers to no end. The Huntress especially really did not seem to like it when someone screamed “yeet.” But a challenge was still a challenge and the ultimate goal was to outdo each other.

Dwight often did not feel like a proper leader even though he somehow had found his way into the role. He didn’t like the idea of the others willingly throwing themselves in harm's way for the sake of a laugh. It already worried him to no end when Meg or someone else would lead a killer on the chase so the others could work on a generator. The theory that they would always come back as long as they had hope felt shaky to him at best. If The Entity could bring them back on a whim then surely it could just get rid of them if they proved too troublesome. It did make the rules of the game after all.

And yet…

Dwight was running as fast as he could, the leader of The Legion right behind him. He turned a corner and dashed for a pallet, hoping the killer had not reached a frenzied state yet. Dwight lept to the other side of the pallet and slammed it down in the killer’s face. He stood there for a moment as some speck of sanity seemed to snap and his brain went to autopilot.

Dwight dabbed and took off running again.

From behind him came a roar of laughter, spotting Nea he gave a grin as he dashed off into the cornfields of Coldwind Farms.

Later on he somehow made it out of the trial alive, giggling like mad as he sat down next to Nea.

“Did you see? That was amazing!”

“Y-yeah I saw you,” she stammered.

Dwight frowned, “look I know it’s not the most impressive but you still laughed-“

“That wasn’t me.”

“... what?”

“Dwight, that wasn’t me laughing. I was hiding in a corner, I wasn’t laughing.”

It was then Dwight realized the laughter he had heard was distinctly male.

Dwight slipped off the log in a dead faint.

#dead by daylight #dbd #just thought it would be funny #may do a part two if this gets received well enough

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bits-bobs-and-barnes · 5 years

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Intention to Harm {Quentin Beck x Stark!Reader}

This is the second part to Corrupted Heart, read the first part here!

{Author’s Note: I had a bit of trouble working out where I wanted this to go, I hope you all enjoy! If you liked it, make sure to like and reblog-- it means the world to me and it helps my blog! I read every comment, and I’d love to hear what you think! Send me an ask if you’d like to be added to the tag list, or just to say hi!}

Warnings: implied threats of violence, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of kidnapping, fingering, sexual content, questionable consent

Tags: @cat1212 @httphiddlestan @aquahogcodes @jilldsumner @babycolaa @eleventhdoctorsangel @qtmeryr @plumsfrombucharest @queen-disera-the-fifth @chonisberonica @legendsaresooftenwarnings

The engine trembled, the only relief from the silence of the empty street. It was a far departure from Time Square, far from the ivory towers that made up your father’s kingdom-- you were down in the mud now, the dirty streets, the parts of New York you’d been taught to avoid.

Quentin’s mind was spinning as he observed your palpable fear, saw you shivering in the cold night, your breath appearing in front of your lips in soft pants. “Get up on the hood,” he ordered, stepping forward and encouraging the movement with firm hands.

The metal was hot to the touch, almost painfully so, but you followed the command without a word of dissent. You were worried his thin psyche would snap, he already seemed to be teetering on the edge of some psychotic break.

His hands followed his eyes in a slow trail up your exposed thigh, his expression neutral, testing almost. “I thought, for just a second, that you were better than him,” his voice shook with untapped anger, “but the apple doesn’t fall far from the fucking tree!” He slapped the hood next to you, and grinned as you squeaked and jumped with fright.

You were frozen in place, staring at him with wide eyes, withdrawn ever so slightly to keep him at a distance. “Please,” the word left your lips in a choked out whisper, “he’ll pay you whatever you want,” you offered, racking your brain to find something to tide over the psychopath in front of you. “Anything.”

His expression parted for an amused smile, his hand sliding further up your inner thigh and reaching the barrier of cloth. “No, he won’t,” he shook his head, pinching the soft fabric between his fingers. “Daddy’s money won’t solve everything, Y/N.” He sounded chiding, disapproving, but the smile stayed in place. “You’ll have to pay for this yourself.” His hand dropped to his belt, but his eyes stayed locked on you.

///

Tony was shit-faced.

Celebrating a successful mission with a toast... and then another... and then a third. They’d saved the world, again, so why not enjoy it for once?

Steve on his left, and Barnes on his right, Tony stumbled up the steps to Stark Tower, groaning to himself as he blinked away a bout of dizziness. Even for him, this was excessive-- he vowed not to do shots with Bucky again-- the Super-Soldier took the booze without issue.

The night security guard, Reynolds, waved them in and looked over the drooping billionaire with a halfhearted sigh.

“Anything happen while we were gone?” Steve asked patiently, helping Tony over to the elevator. “Anyone come by?”

Reynolds thought for a minute. “A guy came by to pick up his stuff, but he must’ve used the back exit, he never came down,” he shrugged. “He had low security clearance, I don’t think it was anything special.”

Tony grunted with acknowledgement, vaguely remembering something about a former employee coming by tonight, but incoherent enough to avoid forming a sentence explaining that.

Steve gently eased Tony forward into the steel-walled elevator, turning to press the button and discovering something affixed to the wall. His brow furrowed, and he glanced over to Tony, before rolling his eyes and turning to Bucky. “You recognize this?”

Bucky shrugged. “Wasn’t here when we left. Maybe maintenance?” He offered, reaching out to give it a tug. It was attached with cheap adhesive, and was crudely made to look like a cellphone. He prodded at the device as the elevator zoomed upwards. “It would be a better question for him,” he inclined his head towards Stark, handing the thing back over to Steve. “Leave it on his desk?”

“Give it here,” Tony slurred, reaching out a hand, and snatching the device with unexpected speed. He stared and swayed, examining the ‘phone’ with arrogance. “It’s an EMP, and a crappy one by the looks of it,” he thrust it forward with confidence. “Probably made by that guy who came in earlier.”

Steve and Bucky exchanged a glance. No-one was here, they had all been at the nightclub... so what was the objective of tampering with some elevator buttons? If someone was trying to steal something...

Tension grew thick as the elevator approached its destination, and Bucky slid out first, silently sweeping the room and snagging the handgun above the sink. It was there for emergencies, and if someone was in the Tower, that constituted as an emergency.

Steve was more direct, turning to Tony, “hang tight for a minute, there might be someone in the apartments.” He instructed quietly, stepping out and nodding to Bucky, moving towards the long hallway of doors where most of the Avengers slept.

Tony, however, wasn’t content with staying put and stumbled out of the elevator-- making an obscene amount of noise as he bumped into decor, and tried to follow the two sleuth. “Y/N!” He called, only a few steps behind Steve. “Y/N, are you up?”

Bucky whirled around and gave Tony a furious glare as whatever cover they had was blown. But... his rage was quickly sapped at the lack of response. It was still here, entirely silent. He could hear the soft hum of the air-conditioner, and nothing else. He gave Steve a worried glance, and drew further forward, glancing at each closed door until he neared yours-- which was open.

///

Quinten watched you analyze the situation, no doubt wondering if you could outrun him or call for help, and carefully began to undo his belt.

Your shoulders sagged with resignation, and you crossed your arms, looking off towards the curb as you heard the soft clink of his belt coming undone. To any passerbys, it would look like a typical couple fooling around in on the side of the road, maybe you’d get lucky and someone would call the cops. “Can we at least... go to the backseat?”

His expression broke into a small grin, a soft laugh bubbling past his lips. “Feeling shy?” He inquired, making a show of looking around the abandoned street, and looking back to you when he was done.

You didn’t rise to his jabs, hearing your blood rush to your ears. “Please?” You asked softly, lifting your eyes to meet his.

He weighed the choice, allowing you to agonize a moment more, before offering a hand. His expression was coldly apathetic. “It doesn’t matter to me,” he concluded, not allowing a crack of doubt to show through his mask. “After you.”

You swallowed, and accepted the offered hand, feeling the warmth of his hand in yours as he nudged you toward the backseat of your precious vehicle. Pretend its not real, you reasoned. Pretend like your back at home, in bed, and this is all just a dream. You opened the door, and watched the car flood with light, the backseat laid out before you, impeccably clean leather seats inviting debutantes and billionaires-- not the man who lingered behind you.

His free hand drifted to the small of your back, questioning your hesitation.

You recoiled from his touch, drawing a soft breath through your nose, and carefully climbing into the back, on your hands and knees. Your heart was pounding with trepidation, and you watched your reflection in the glass of the window.

Beck let his eyes drift over the barely decent shorts, and the slight stripe of skin revealed by your night-shirt, considering his next move. He placed his hands gingerly over your hips, testing the waters, and pulling you closer to him.

You hated yourself for enjoying his authoritative grip, and restrained a shiver as his eyes raked over your pajamas. No. You were not enjoying this. No way in hell. You forced yourself to focus on one of the seams of the leather seats.

His fingers curled over the elastic waistband of your shorts, quickly pulling them over your rear and exposing the flesh. He ignored your gasp, and began to carefully caress the soft skin with his hands, eyes exploring every depraved inch. “You got a boyfriend?” He asked, thumb swiping up your now exposed slit, examining the glisten on his fingers with an air of amusement.

“What?” You asked, freezing when you felt the sharp movements of his digits.

“Wondering just how long its been,” he justified, “considering just how wet you are.” He said this with a smugness, repeating the motion, his thumb pausing at the crest of the movement. “You’re into this?” He asked, glad that your fear had given way for mild annoyance and denial.

“I’m not,” you snapped defensively, “obviously I’m not.” You struggled in his surprisingly tight grasp, trying to edge forward and away from him.

He held you in place with one firm hand, continuing to apply feather-light touches on the exposed skin of your core. “You don’t have to admit it,” he began to carefully probe into your heat with two experimental fingers, thumb brushing gentle circles on the exposed skin of your hip. “Because you want to know what I think?” He asked, sinking his fingers to the first knuckle, slowly and deliberately. “I think that part of you is fucking thrilled.” He hissed softly in your ear, bobbing the fingers and watching the slight quiver of your shoulders. “Finally, someone’s giving you the attention and not him.”

You bit down hard on your lip, willing yourself to silence any sound that came to your lips. You wouldn’t say a word, you vowed, fingernails digging into the expensive leather.

“You’re the perfect little daughter, always poised and prepared to clean up his mistakes,” the words were venom, finely mixed to strike at the heart of the matter. “But I think you go back to your room and pray that someone will knock down your ivory tower. Tell me,” he edged the fingers deeper, feeling your warmth envelop the digits, “am I wrong?”

You whimpered lightly, eyes squeezed shut. You could almost taste the blood in your mouth from your harshly bitten lip, but you didn’t break.

“You can pretend that you’re above this,” he pushed a little deeper, curling the ends of the fingers to elicit another soft gasp from those locked lips, “but you didn’t have to say yes.” His hand snaked around your hip and found that delicious bud of pleasure, focusing his efforts as he worked his fingers in unison. “Am I the hero you wanted?”

You tried to fight the warm feeling growing between your legs, tried to find the words to deny his accusations. A bubble of shame built in your chest, as you found, instead, that you lacked the will to pull away from the gratifying touch.

He increased his tempo, a smile turning up one corner of his mouth. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, overflowing with arrogance. He continued these motions, occasionally nudging your thighs apart with his knee, indulging in each of the strangled moans that left your throat. He finished you off with a flourish, pulling his fingers free, and watching your arousal drip down your legs.

Your elbows buckled, and you slumped forward on the seat, your cheek resting against the cool leather. You could feel a lingering buzz throughout your body, your limbs heavy, and your mind sluggish.

Quentin reached down to retrieve his belt, tidying himself and cleaning your mess from his fingers. There. Now you wouldn’t run anymore. He closed the backseat door, and moved back to the driver’s seat, satisfied, and put the car in drive. He adjusted the rear-view mirror to keep an eye on you, and was satisfied to see you hadn’t twitched from your position. “Let’s go home,” he murmured softly, returning his eyes to the road.

#Quentin Beck #quentin beck imagine #quentin beck x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #MCU #mcu fanfiction #mcu x reader

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ilovemcu3000 · 5 years

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The Stark Kids and where they went in life (my headcannon)

All 3 are Co-CEOs of Stark Indistries after Pepper retires at 65 (never remarried, and keeps her ring on every day until she dies)

MORGAN HOWARD STARK-POTTS

5-? years old: Lexi Rabe (I hope Lexi plays her as long as possible tbh, because to me she IS Morgan. But if not I have my fan cast for pre-teen and teen - adult Morgan here too)

12-15 years old: Millie Bobby Brown (I got the idea from the new Godzilla, Idk I just like the idea of Millie playing an older Lexi, I think they look really similar)

16 and older: Katherine Langford (I know some people don’t like this casting decision, which is fine, but it’s what seems to be the future and I think she’ll do great, she’s a good actress and I trust marvel with casting)

Personality: Confident, Genius, very proud of who her parents are, Loving, if she’s quiet she’s either PISSED or so sad and/or anxious that she’s breaking down, has anxiety like her father did but handles it like a champ in most situations unless it’s overwhelming, professional like her mom, mannerisms are 55% Tony and 45% Pepper, family is most important thing to her, Tonys sence of humour, 25% little s*it, has her own Iron Woman suit like Pepper and helps Harley with his Iron Lad suits + Peters Spider-Man suits.

Idol(s): Mom And Dad without question

Best Friends: Shuri Udaku, Cassie Lang, Lila Barton, Cooper Barton, Nathaniel Barton, Monica Rambeau

Family: Virginia Stark-Potts (Mom), Anthony Stark-Potts (Dad), Peter Parker and Harley Keener (practically adoptive brothers), Uncles are all male avengers basically (but her favorites are Happy,Bruce, and Rhodey for obvious reasons), Aunts are all female avengers (but Carol Danvers , Hope Van Dyne, Nebula, And May Parker are her favorites) God mother: Natasha Romanoff, Grandparents: Maria And Howard Stark (she hates Howard after learning everything about how he treated Tony) and Peppers parents whoever they are 🤷🏻‍♀️, Sister in Law: Michelle Parker-Jones (Morgan has loved having her in the family since they met when Peter and Michelle started dating 😂 and Morgan was MJs maid of honor at their wedding)

She still vaguely remembers Tony. Occasionally watching the recording/ other videos of him and asking mom or her brothers or any of her aunts and uncles when she wants to learn more about him helps too...she’s so proud of who he was, but sometimes can’t help but feel like something great was ripped away from her. Like an almost perfect puzzle just missing one peice, her dad. (This is her favorite video of him btw ⬇️ 😂)

HARLEY KEENER

Ty Simpkins is Harley no matter what (obvi 😂)

He’s 12 in Iron Man 3 And 17 when the Decimation happened ( he probably got dusted in 2018 so he’s still that @ the funeral)

Personality hasn’t changed much, he’s still kind of a little s*it and loves science. He meets Peter and Morgan at the funeral and they are “The Stark Kids tm” from then on because they realize THEY are Tonys legacy, what he left for the world

Him and Tony had kept in contact since 2013, Harley started being invited for Thanksgiving and Christmas among other holidays in 2014 and has gone every year. He lives with his mom and his sister is off at college...once Tony died he started hanging out more with Pepper, Peter, and Morgan because he knew they needed support. And him and Peter knew they needed to make sure that Morgan knows who her dad was and what he did. It got to the point where he would spend a week with his mom, then a week at the stark lake house until he got his own house at 20, and then becomes Iron Lad with the help of his new found brother and sister Peter and Morgan, and some of Tonys old files and information about the suits. He helps keep things in order at SI and around the world. His mom and actual sister come visit every week. And Pepper, Peter And Morgan with all of the other avengers are his other family. He found a new family and purpose thanks to Tony and he’s forever grateful for it.

PETER BENJAMIN PARKER

Tom Holland IS Peter Parker period, end of discussion

We’re still unfolding his story in the MCU, so this will be a little bit harder, but I have my ideas.

He was hurting bad for about two months after it all happened. Especially after her figures out why Tony invented time travel and his reason for helping the rest of the avengers...to get him back. He blames himself, for Morgan not growing up with her dad, and for Tony not getting the happy ending he deserved. That’s why he vowed to himself to protect Morgan until the day he dies and never let her forget how amazing her father was. But he learns over the years that Tony is still with him, and he’ll see him again someday. The experience of losing Tony and his run in with Mysterio matured him a lot

He went from this

To this

And it is (1) because of the emotional taxation of dealing with the death of his third father figure. The one he thought he would have for at least longer than Ben, but that didn’t work out.

this is the moment he goes from being a happy-go- lucky teenager to a strong, brave, man. Not because he wants too, but because he has experienced enough pain in his 16 years of living that the child-like feeling of euphoria “nothing can possibly go wrong” kids and teens usually have has faded

⬇️

(2) He also matures because of the betrayal of Mysterio, the villain that hurt him the most mentally, that paranoia of him looms over peter in the future too...whenever something he feels is “too good” happens, ( graduates high school, marries MJ, etc.) he can’t relax because he wonders if quinten is still alive and tricking him. He still is positive, and the purest bean there ever was, no one can take that away. But he just takes his duties as a hero more seriously. He does the same thing as Harley, a week with May and a week with Pepper and his new older brother and little sister along with the avengers. He marries Michelle after 3 years of dating and after being married for a year they have two girls that are two years apart my headcannon names are Abigail Franklin Parker-Jones (Michelles grandmas name and you gotta keep Benjamin Franklin in the family since him, his dad, and his uncle have either Benjamin or Franklin as their middle name so Franklin is her middle name) and Riley Edward Parker-Jones (Tonys middle name in honor of him) and Miles comes in after Abigail but before Riley. Peter and Miles have practically a Carbon copy relationship to the one Peter and Tony had and Miles reminds him so much of himself at that age, being a surrogate father AND a real father too makes him appreciate what Tony Stark and Ben and Richard Parker did for him ten times more 😂 he’s convinced those three men are his guardian angels

Tonys legacies are these three...and he could NOT be prouder

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eviexstratford · 5 years

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Hold Your Hand | open

dhanilyman:

Dhani sat in the quad, on a bench, with his new acoustic guitar. Maybe he was being obnoxious, playing in the middle of the quad, but he didn’t much care and people didn’t really hang out in the quad. Well, Dhani was now. But he was happy. He was claimed. Living with Quinten was easy and fun. Daisy loved him and they had movie nights and good sex and made meals together. He didn’t live in fear of his things being ruined because of bad masters, or his own claim. No one dangerous had their eyes on him or Daisy. Not that demonstrated an obvious threat.

He and Quinten were planning a trip to California. He and Daisy were happy. He was singing in the middle of the quad and he didn’t care who heard him, though he knew he could play well and carry a tune, he felt that good.

“Oh yeah, I’ll tell you somethin’ I think you’ll understand When I say that somethin’ I want to hold your hand I want to hold your hand I want to hold your hand

Oh please, say to me You’ll let me be your man And please, say to me You’ll let me hold your hand Now, let me hold your hand I want to hold your hand …”

Evelyn jumped a little when the music suddenly started. It wasn’t loud or obnoxious or even disruptive in any way. She had just been that absorbed in her book. She smiled as the man continued though, the classic Beatles tune providing a very relaxed background as she went back to what she had been reading. The quick glance had proved that she knew the random serenade-er, and she hurried through the chapter so that she could greet him. Waiting until Dhani finished, she treated him to an enthusiastic round of applause.

“That was lovely! Do you take requests? Or even do parties?” She teased, getting to her feet and moving closer.

@dhanilyman

#dhanilyman #/moved to a new thread for tracking :)

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thefranticfan · 5 years

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My Review of Spider-Man Far From Home

Personally, I’ve never been a big Spider-Man fan, hell, I was barely into superheroes, in general, a year ago. But I enjoyed Far From Home, surprisingly though, not for Peter. For me, Mysterio was the shining star of the movie. He was such an engaging villain, especially coming off the heels of Thanos. His backstory made sense and was told in a way that I found very appealing. I’ve always loved a villain with theatrics, so Mysterio was captured my heart immediately. Another reason that I love him is just how reminiscent his illusion tech is to some of the scenes in Dr. Strange, one of my favorite marvel movies Looking back on it though, Mysterio was about all I liked about the film. Ned and Betty were annoying, Peter’s feelings for MJ came out of nowhere, though I acknowledge that there are two semesters that they were hanging out that we didn’t see. And I hated for how much it focused on Tony despite being a Spider-Man movie. I understand that this is right off the heels of Endgame, and is meant to serve as an epilogue to the Infinity Saga, but when a good chunk of the plot of the movie happens because of a character who isn’t even in it, that’s an issue.

Aside from that, two major things stood out to me as significant problems in the movie. The first being the scene with Peter and the woman forcing him to underdress in front of her. That was so creepy, and it didn’t help that it ended up being used to play up the unnecessary romantic drama. The second thing is, where were the other adult heroes. We know Thor is off-world, Strange is supposedly busy, and apparently, despite her seeming to like him, Peter isn’t allowed to talk about Captain Marvel, where is everyone else. Black Panther, War Machine, hell, Professor Hulk and Captain America, where were they, and why didn’t anyone call them. This may just be the Bruce Banner stan in me, but I was wondering throughout that movie why no one had thought to call him. Especially during the are you the next lead avenger moment. There is still an active member of the original 6, Sam is Captain America and honestly should take up the mantle of lead avenger as well, and honestly, if you don’t want either of them, Rhodey is right there.

Going back to my first point, the love triangle between MJ, Brad, and Peter was unnecessary and stupid. It was clear how it was going to end, and aside from the missile strike, which is another issue in and of itself, it did nothing to forward the plot. On the point of the missile strike, this is the second time Tony Stark has given Peter Parker, a child, killing machines that are stupidly easy to activate. He literally accidentally set off the drone on Brad. Finally, and this is kind of nitpicky, but a lot of people have pointed out how mcu!Peter Parker is just Miles Morales from the comics, and one thing I saw displaying this fact was Peter’s shock webs in his new suit, which sucked cause I was really invested in that fight scene up until that moment.

All in all, despite the issues I had with it, I did like the movie, though I don’t think I’ll be seeing it a second time in theaters. A few last things. The mid credits scene was insane, though I did know that Peter would get his identity revealed. I'm so glad that Fury got his vacation, and it did explain why he acted the was he did during the movie. Finally, regarding the MCU being 616, I really hope this was just one of Quinten’s lies because this MCU was already established as Earth 199999.

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dhanilyman · 5 years

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Hold Your Hand | open

“Oh yeah, I'll tell you somethin' I think you'll understand When I say that somethin' I want to hold your hand I want to hold your hand I want to hold your hand

Oh please, say to me You'll let me be your man And please, say to me You'll let me hold your hand Now, let me hold your hand I want to hold your hand ...”

#theinstitutestarter #thread 15 #Yeeeaaah Himesh is gonna be Dhani's musical talent body double <3 #hold your hand: jordan #hold your hand: evelyn #hold your hand: matthew #hold your hand: keith #hold your hand: damien

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richincolor · 6 years

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There are so many books out this week, and we’re thrilled! Which of these are on your TBR list?

The Everlasting Rose (The Belles #2) by Dhonielle Clayton Freeform

In this sequel to the instant New York Times bestseller, Camille, her sister Edel, and her guard and new love Remy must race against time to find Princess Charlotte. Sophia’s Imperial forces will stop at nothing to keep the rebels from returning Charlotte to the castle and her rightful place as queen. With the help of an underground resistance movement called The Iron Ladies-a society that rejects beauty treatments entirely-and the backing of alternative newspaper The Spider’s Web, Camille uses her powers, her connections and her cunning to outwit her greatest nemesis, Sophia, and restore peace to Orleans.

The Last 8 (The Last 8 #1) by Laura Pohl Sourcebooks Fire

A high-stakes survival story about eight teenagers who outlive an alien attack—perfect for fans of The 5th Wave

Clover Martinez has always been a survivor, which is the only reason she isn’t among the dead when aliens invade and destroy Earth as she knows it.

When Clover hears an inexplicable radio message, she’s shocked to learn there are other survivors—and that they’re all at the former Area 51. When she arrives, she’s greeted by a band of misfits who call themselves The Last Teenagers on Earth.

Only they aren’t the ragtag group of heroes Clover was expecting. The group seems more interested in hiding than fighting back, and Clover starts to wonder if she was better off alone. But then she finds a hidden spaceship, and she doesn’t know what to believe…or who to trust.

Barely Missing Everything by Matt Mendez Atheneum/Caitlyn Dlouhy Books

Juan has plans. He’s going to get out of El Paso, Texas, on a basketball scholarship and make something of himself—or at least find something better than his mom Fabi’s cruddy apartment, her string of loser boyfriends, and a dead dad. Basketball is going to be his ticket out, his ticket up. He just needs to make it happen.

His best friend JD has plans, too. He’s going to be a filmmaker one day, like Quinten Tarantino or Guillermo del Toro (NOT Steven Spielberg). He’s got a camera and he’s got passion—what else could he need?

Fabi doesn’t have a plan anymore. When you get pregnant at sixteen and have been stuck bartending to make ends meet for the past seventeen years, you realize plans don’t always pan out, and that there some things you just can’t plan for…

Like Juan’s run-in with the police, like a sprained ankle, and a tanking math grade that will likely ruin his chance at a scholarship. Like JD causing the implosion of his family. Like letters from a man named Mando on death row. Like finding out this man could be the father your mother said was dead.

Soon Juan and JD are embarking on a Thelma and Louise–like road trip to visit Mando. Juan will finally meet his dad, JD has a perfect subject for his documentary, and Fabi is desperate to stop them. But, as we already know, there are some things you just can’t plan for…

Dealing in Dreams by Lilliam Rivera Simon Schuster Books for Young Readers

At night, Las Mal Criadas own these streets.

Nalah leads the fiercest all-girl crew in Mega City. That roles brings with it violent throw downs and access to the hottest boydega clubs, but the sixteen-year-old grows weary of the life. Her dream is to get off the streets and make a home in the exclusive Mega Towers, in which only a chosen few get to live. To make it to the Mega towers, Nalah must prove her loyalty to the city’s benevolent founder and cross the border in a search for a mysterious gang the Ashé Ryders. Led by a reluctant guide, Nalah battles other crews and her own doubts, but the closer she gets to her goal, the more she loses sight of everything—and everyone— she cares about.

Nalah must do the unspeakable to get what she wants—a place to call home. But is a home just where you live? Or who you choose to protect?

Opposite of Always by Justin A. Reynolds Katherine Tegen Books

Jack Ellison King. King of Almost.

He almost made valedictorian.

He almost made varsity.

He almost got the girl . . .

When Jack and Kate meet at a party, bonding until sunrise over their mutual love of Froot Loops and their favorite flicks, Jack knows he’s falling—hard. Soon she’s meeting his best friends, Jillian and Franny, and Kate wins them over as easily as she did Jack. Jack’s curse of almost is finally over.

But this love story is . . . complicated. It is an almost happily ever after. Because Kate dies. And their story should end there. Yet Kate’s death sends Jack back to the beginning, the moment they first meet, and Kate’s there again. Beautiful, radiant Kate. Healthy, happy, and charming as ever. Jack isn’t sure if he’s losing his mind. Still, if he has a chance to prevent Kate’s death, he’ll take it. Even if that means believing in time travel. However, Jack will learn that his actions are not without consequences. And when one choice turns deadly for someone else close to him, he has to figure out what he’s willing to do—and let go—to save the people he loves.

The Shadowglass (The Bone Witch #3) by Rin Chupeco Sourcebooks Fire

The dramatic finale to The Bone Witch series! Tea’s dark magic eats away at her, but she must save the one she loves most, even while her life—and the kingdoms—are on the brink of destruction.

In the Eight Kingdoms, none have greater strength or influence than the asha, who hold elemental magic. But only a bone witch has the power to raise the dead. Tea has used this dark magic to breathe life into those she has loved and lost…and those who would join her army against the deceitful royals. But Tea’s quest to conjure a shadowglass, to achieve immortality for the one person she loves most in the world, threatens to consume her.

Tea’s heartsglass only grows darker with each new betrayal. Her work with the monstrous azi, her thirst for retribution, her desire to unmask the Faceless—they all feed the darkrot that is gradually consuming her heartsglass. She is haunted by blackouts and strange visions, and when she wakes with blood on her hands, Tea must answer to a power greater than the elder asha or even her conscience. Tea’s life—and the fate of the kingdoms—hangs in the balance.

The Quiet You Carry by Nikki Barthelmess Flux

Victoria Parker knew her dad’s behavior toward her was a little unusual, but she convinced herself everything was fine—until she found herself locked out of the house at 3:00 a.m., surrounded by flashing police lights.

Now, dumped into a crowded, chaotic foster home, Victoria has to tiptoe around her domineering foster mother, get through senior year at a new school, and somehow salvage her college dreams . . . all while keeping her past hidden.

But some secrets won’t stay buried—especially when unwanted memories make Victoria freeze up at random moments and nightmares disrupt her sleep. Even worse, she can’t stop worrying about her stepsister Sarah, left behind with her father. All she wants is to move forward, but how do you focus on the future when the past won’t leave you alone?

You Asked for Perfect by Laura Silverman Sourcebooks Fire

Senior Ariel Stone is the perfect college applicant: first chair violin, dedicated community volunteer, and expected valedictorian. He works hard – really hard – to make his life look effortless. A failed Calculus quiz is not part of that plan. Not when he’s number one. Not when his peers can smell weakness like a freshman’s body spray.

Figuring a few all-nighters will preserve his class rank, Ariel throws himself into studying. His friends will understand if he skips a few plans, and he can sleep when he graduates. Except Ariel’s grade continues to slide. Reluctantly, he gets a tutor. Amir and Ariel have never gotten along, but Amir excels in Calculus, and Ariel is out of options.

Ariel may not like Calc, but he might like Amir. Except adding a new relationship to his long list of commitments may just push him past his limit.

#WeNeedDiverseBooks #young adult books #new releases

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Story Pitch:

The Loud House X Scooby Doo

Scooby Doo and The Loud Curse

Plot:

The Loud's for family reasons take a trip to Massachusetts to a town called Quiet Stone. To a family estate that is apparently theirs, though the townspeople seem to have a stigma with them in regards to a curse placed upon their town by a Loud in 1800s. They say that youngest daughter of the Loud Family at the time Lucille was a witch and after her brother was killed in a fire. She fled the town and placed a curse upon its inhabitants for years to come summoning the spirits of past dead Loud family members to haunt the town and cause chaos.

Around the same the Scooby gang has made a stop here as well taking in the scenery. That night at a town party when the Ghost of Lucille Loud who looks a lot like Lucy appears before everyone in the town in a massive shadowy cloud that overtakes the Fairgrounds. She says that with the return of her family the time has come for her curse to come and terrorize the small town of Quiet Stone.

Now the Loud's and the Gang must come together to solve this mystery Travelling around town, discovering areas, finding secrets, locating clues, and uncovering the Lost History of the town and their family. But it won’t be just that easy with the curse in effect they will not just fight 1 but 10 ghosts. Get ready for thrills and chills as they get ready for the fright of their lives.

Main Characters: The Loud House

-Lincoln -Lori -Leni -Luna -Luan -Lynn -Lucy -Lola -Lana -Lisa -Lily -Rita & Lynn Sr. (Are there but don’t play a huge part in the mystery solving)

Scooby Doo

(The Gang are all College age at this point. At least juniors)

-Fred Jones: Based off the live action film and Mystery Incorporated. He is a pretty boy and knows it, has a bit of a ego but knows when to put it away for the sake of his friends. He also constantly surprises people with his knowledge of engineering and architecture. Shows a bit of a geeky side when in large old houses or construction sites. -Daphne Blake: Based of Live Action and What’s New. Always the fashionista and ready to look good. Can be a bit vain but knows when to put it aside. She’s also a bit of a Macgyver able to use either what she has on her person or random objects for a variety of situations. And she is a Black Belt in Martial Arts ready to kick the butt of anyone who thinks she’s just a pretty face/damsel in distress -Velma Dinkley: Live action and Mystery Incorporated. Smart and she knows it, with a bit of Sass when she talks. She’s a bit socially inept cool with the gang but has trouble when talking to others when she isn’t talking about clues or mysteries. The only thing scarier to her than the ghosts and monsters is being forced out of her comfort zone and trying new things, though she is at least willing to try. -Shaggy Rogers: Pretty much every Shaggy Ever. He’s the lovable slacker who is stuck in the 60’s. Would rather not go into such terrifying situations, but loves to help those in need. Will run from danger in a heartbeat and then run back if a friend is in need. Also very knowledgeable about food and is a great chef. -Scooby Doo: It’s Scooby what else do you need to know. ;P

Original Characters:

The Quiet Family: Respected Members of the town descending from the town settlers -Quinten Quiet: Father and Mayor of the Town -Lila Quiet: Mother and head of the Festival -Quain Quiet: Son 14yrs, Magician in training always trying out new tricks and has a stage show in the festival -Queenie Quiet: Daughter 11yrs, A tech head with a IQ close to Lisa’s and Velma’s. Though she’s more focused on Machines, has a dry and sometimes dark sense of humor

-Old Man Barksdale: The Town crazy fully believes in the legend of the Loud Curse. Spends most of his time telling people to beware as he rides about on his old Bike. -Nick Barksdale: His grandson loves his Grandpa and likes hanging out with him despite his parents telling him to keep his distance. But he believes in the Legend and wants to prove that his grandpa isn’t crazy

-Eveline Dupree: The Goth and assistant Librarian. Another believer of the Legend has extensive knowledge of the Curse and the Loud family tree, even of them weirdly.

Ghosts: The family and the gang are facing off against 10 spirits each with a different theme and motif. But the strangest thing all of them look like a member of the family and the sibling who looks like them is mysteriously gone whenever they show up. Why is that? That’s the mystery. ;)

-Lincoln/Lucas Loud: From the 1800’s the first ghost the run into a mirror image of Lincoln. Only wearing a tattered/burned suit fitting of the times with a pair of gloves. His eyes are starch white, he seems to have fangs, and is able to throw fire as well as engulf himself in flames

-Lori/Lorelei: Coming from the late 1700’s she is a poltergeist appearing in a beautiful haze floating in the air wearing a beautiful dress and a veil over her face. However, if you get closer she’ll reveal her true face having some monstrous visages and fangs. Her power seeming to be to move various stuff at will with her otherworldly power.

-Leni/Lia: From the early 1900’s she is a voodoo Zombie. With green skin, a terrible smell, stitches, and a sewn-up mouth. Her clothes are worn and damp from rising from the swamp waters. Not the brightest but is incredibly strong able to lift the back wheels of the Mystery Machine of the ground. She is a terror to be chased by but she’s only one half of a larger act.

-Luna/Lillith: From the 1600’s she was killed after being called a demon, which now seems to be true. Purple skin, horns, claws, dark markings on her body, and red snake like eyes. She can throw purple fire and has a glass shattering banshee scream. When you hear her lovely voice on those dark moonlit nice run the other way.

-Luan/Lyla: Late 1800’s a spirit who appears to be very theatrical, dressed as a clown with yellow and purple, covering her face with a terrifying mask, and letting out a horrifying cackle as she floats through the air. Incredibly tricky leading people into her own traps and loves to play and scare. She breathes fire from out of her mask and seems to be proficient in knife throwing.

-Lynn/Lucia: From the 1700’s right out of the American Revolution. She wanted to fight for freedom and died for it. Wearing a tattered military uniform, a pot on her head, carrying a old timey musket and sword. She is relentless and is always down to win the battle, take cover when she takes aim

-Lucy/Lucille Loud: The little sister of Lucas and the one who started this curse. Appears in a cloud of darkness wearing a dark cloak, razor fangs and claws and a dark grim voice (so not to different from Lucy). She doesn’t appear much only to make her proclamations and strangely Lucy actually saw her at the start with everyone else.

-Lola/Lillain: A 15th century vampire princess wearing her beautiful regale attire that contradicts her monstrous personality. Armed with razor fangs and claws that you want to keep away from flesh. But like any royal she prefers not to get her hands dirty when possible, which is why she usually has her pet take care of things

-Lana/Liana: Lillain’s twin/pet wolf-girl vicious and ready to obey her master. She will tear through anything to get to her target and complete her masters orders

-Lisa/Lila: The second half of Lia the Zombie, Lila is a Voodoo witch doctor the one who brought Lia to life. Despite her size in incredibly dangerous, able to use variety of potions to create horrible monsters to do her bidding Lia included

Fun Facts/Ideas:

1. The first chase/encounter with Lucas Loud is based heavily on the intro to Scooby Doo on Zombie Island with it happening in the ruins of the old Loud House. Accompanied by the cover of “Scooby Doo Where are you” by Third Eye Blind.

2. I would have “It’s Terror Time Again” by Skycycle play for the chase with Lillith. It rocking just like Luna.

3. While running away Leni ends up behind the wheel of the Mystery Machine and a crazy chase ensues as they try to avoid the ghost and not die.

4. Lyla is based off of the Luna Ghost from the beginning of the 1st Live Action Scooby Doo film

5. Lillith was based off of the Demon Luna pics by Mast3r-Rainb0w

6. Lincoln recognizes the gang because he follows them online, they are his second favorite Ghost hunting team

7. Despite all the horrible monsters Lily is never afraid. In fact she actively tries to approach them in every encounter only for Scooby or one of her siblings to grab her and run the other way.

8. When they encounter Lucia the scene is like the encounter with the Black Knight from Monsters Unleashed. With Daphne trying to fight her off and help the others

#the loud house #scooby doo #crossover #ideas #fanfiction #Cartoon network #nickelodeon #cartoons #ghost

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jusdisslotus · 5 years

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Attack on Stainglass #12: Behemoth and Quintin

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“Ah, I know it ain’t what you’re used to, Quinten but it’s home…” Brighton let out a sigh of content, despite the fact that he figured that Quinten would find his humble home too small for his liking.

“I’m not quite sure what I’m ‘used to’ anymore but I personally find your post rather cozy…” Quinten Reassured.

“Really? I thought for sure ya’d tease me about this place bein’ too small and dirty or somethin’…I think I like this new version of you a lot better!” Brighton grinned before giving Quinten a playful pat on the back. However, Quinten frowned at the revelation of his once, closest friend’s true thoughts of him; was he really that horrible before?

“I like this new involuntary change better than the old you!” Like, come on, is Brighton just that dense about how that could hurt someone?

“Ya sure do like roses, huh?” Richard commented.

“Indeed, roses are a holy, sacred flower because they represent how Jesus Christ rose from the grave and defeated the world to save us all.” Melania explained her current infatuation with the swirling flower. Her leg had been completely healed by now but she still continued to prune her rose bush since she enjoyed it so much.

See, this is the problem with your story. Literally everything comes back to Christianity in one way or another, it’s like they’re not allowed to like things if it doesn’t immediately relate back to their religion. Do you think Rainbow Dash joined the Wonder Bolts to spread friendship and all that? Does Pinkie Pie only like Parties because it symbolizes friendship or something? Does Rarity like making dresses JUST to please her friends? No, they have interests and that’s just it, INTERESTS AND NOTHING DEEPER.

“I’ll only be a minute, dear.” Richard’s grin returned as he excitedly rushed to the front of the church to view the gargoyle for the first time. Melania smiled softly as she watched her new boyfriend leave. She still could not believe that Richard Devereaux, a formally, gay man who used to hate women had ended up with a complete introvert that wanted nothing more than to see the world burn such as herself but their relationship had ended up being the strongest,relationship of the younger generation that anyone had ever seen. Melania happily turned her attention back to her own, personal, rose garden when she had taken notice to a small, uniquely-colored, gargoyle gecko that was resting comfortably at the base of the rose bush that she was currently working on.

They ended up together because you forced unneeded relationships onto characters who share little chemistry. Melania and Richard only spoke like 5 sentences to each other and POOF! They were a poorly written couple. Also, that is NOT what an introvert is like. Introverts don’t like causing a scene and will typically avoid being the center of attention and Melania’s always shouting her head off every 5 seconds so that’s not a good representation of what she’s SUPPOSED to be. She’s just bitter.

“...but their relationship had ended up being the strongest,relationship of the younger generation that anyone had ever seen.” Doubt that.

“This is he…Is everything okay, Mr. Mayor?” Thorn questioned in concern as he mentally noted that the Mayor sounded as if he were trying not to panic. Could it be another attack?

“Short answer: No way, Jose! My daughter is sick, this ain't no normal sickness either, she needs your help…” Micky tried his best to remain calm as he explained his situation.

“E-Explain her symptoms to me…” Thorn calmly instructed, trying not to panic himself.

“Ever since Bullseye dropped her fashion line, she hasn’t been the Butterfly I know…She’s been actin' real weak and tired and she’s been lashin' out at everyone…The most concernin' thing that happened was when me and the family were out for dinner at Silver Barn, Butterfly threw up this strange, black, muddy substance all over the sneeze-guard of the salad bar…” The more Micky explained his daughter’s symptoms, the more alarmed Thorn became.

“I will send Kale and Brighton over to get her right away…” Thorn reassured before hanging up. He then let out a long sigh of frustration as he currently did not feel well enough to be dealing with a situation this dire today of all days.

“This is he…Is everything okay, Mr. Mayor?” Thorn questioned in concern as he mentally noted that the Mayor sounded as if he were trying not to panic. Could it be another attack?

“No way, Jose!”? Are you trying to build tension or not because I’m pretty sure someone who’s panicking over their sick daughter wouldn’t say this.

There goes Brighton, AGAIN threatening to hit a child because looking after the kid isn’t a top priority I guess. And THE BOOBS. They look the same as Myrtle’s boobs like in the earlier pages, they are anatomically incorrect and arms don’t go over boobs like that.

By this logic, someone like Melania would be oozing sludge all the time, she seems to be he one that suffers the most and suffers the hardest. And didn’t Jesus sacrifice himself for us or something? According to the religion, he came down and gave us a second chance but it doesn’t seem to be acknowledged here.

#commandomal #creepypastajack #therealredleader #stainglass #Attack on Stainglass #AoS #comic #words #story

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