#666-henry

[ceoofmetagala]

I feel Henry(one of non fandom ocs) would get along with flora tbh. Silly plant hero guy who got sealed in a crystal to guard agsint some evil dark matter ass creature sickness also he's like a hero of yore but #cooler /j /I atuclly unitanolly made my story alot like kirby before I was really into it...., I guess i just have a type of story I like.

I wish i had Henry toyhouse but thats a wip but basically in kirby terms the totally only 3 heros (I thought there were 4?)(maybe so, maybe not) fought agsint dark matter lookin ass guys who infected people like an illness and then after seemingly it's all over its figured these crystalsnward them off but as they power down they're totally consentuilly shoved in them.

More story rambles below:

He's in my outline of the rewrite ecnournted to be freed in lime square after you beat the broccoli evil cat fish princes broclin and free the town from her daughter of evil (mothy( ass shegains.

So tahst 2/"3" of the heros found. Next is to find his gf (cirrus) but we gotta go through the evil lake where this Siren meramird emo wolf cat fish thing I genuilly don't know how to describe *checks notes* P.N.666.... yeah I'm changing that name when I get to it. But this is my most recent draw of it while trying to redegsin 🤩🤩

Thus guys a bastard he kidnaps flappy meaning he's out of the party for now this is flappy btw

Yes these 2 are the same guy. He got emoed during my edgy redgesin era and he's not going back frankly because it's funny to me.

Anwyas rip main party ig but then you boss fight P.N who's getting ready to EAT flappy and after defated bro goes ykw yall are fighting to beat the thing I'm kinda infected with let's work together and so he joins now! Yayyyy

Okay and that's basically all that I can rmeber in the rewrite eince i dont want to dekve into the untouched parts i have to yet to clean up but the final party members is cirrus and cluster (HS)!!!

Anwyas heres the other guys you should know.🔥🔥🔥 the omisson of ages isn't anything important I just forgot Celeste and Frost are both 15 like Castor.

Castor went thru a huge change btw! He used to be a wolf thing before I decie3d I needed to spice uo the animals and thought goat would fit best JAKALWL

[supercriminalbean]

This is who we are.

BAU Team x Nb!Reader

Summary: The team goes to a pride march.

Warning: None, maybe fluff.

Words: 666

A/N: It's trans visibility day, so I wrote this up really quickly, this is the shortest thing I have ever written so enjoy. I love you no matter where you are in your journey, so proud of you, you are doing amazing. Keep it up my lovelies. 

Your body pumps with excitement, smiling widely as you walk around the streets, looking for your friends. This is your first pride march as an openly Non-binary trans person and you couldn’t think of anyone else you could be more happy to share this moment with. Your eyes are still scanning around the street trying to find where Garica said everyone was meeting. 

“(Y/n), (Y/n) over here” You spin around hearing two younger voices yelling for you. Grinning widely as you see Jack and Henry running towards you followed closely by Spencer, who's wearing a white shirt that's been tie dyed in the bisexual and asexual colours. He's smiling happily as they reach you.

“(Y/n) you made it” Jack grins up at you before him and Henry are running back towards their parents, you and Spencer laughing at them as you follow behind them.  

“I love your shirt Spence” Grinning at him, as your eyes land on his pronouns badge as well as his cheeks painted with his flags.

“Thanks, Penelope helped me make it last night, but I love your jacket, did you make it yourself?” Spencer grins at you. Your denim jacket had a the Non-binary flag painted on the back with the words ‘born this way’ on the back. Some of your favourite pins on the front, your favourite dinosaur pin that Jack got you for your birthday once is amongst your pride pins and badges.

“I did indeed, a few years ago, but I have never had the chance to wear it in public so here I am” Smiling happily as you approach the rest of the team. Where Garcia is applying face paint on Aaron cheek, painting the pan flag. Aaron holding back a small laugh when his eyes meet yours, knowing just how convincing Garcia can be.\

~~~

You look around the team, looking at everyones outfit. JJ is just wearing her normal clothes with the Bi flag painted on her cheek, her pronouns badge proudly pinned to their chest. Will standing beside her, arm wrapped around her waist with Henry standing in front of them chatting away with Jack, both of them holding a rainbow flag. Emily is standing beside her, the lesbian flag wrapped around her, the flag painted on both her cheeks. Next to her is Rossi who is wearing the ‘Free dad hug’ tshirt, along with his rainbow sunglasses. Morgan is laughing lightly, as he watches how excited Garcia gets when Hotch asks her to paint another flag on his other cheek, the transgender flag this time. Morgan standing there wearing his bi flag t-shirt, grinning as you stand beside him wrapping his arm around you. 

“I'm next and then Garcia can do you cutie” Morgan laughs, earning a head shake from you.

“Oh I’m guessing I don’t have a choice here do I?” Laughing as a chorus of no’s and nope’s come flying your way with some giggles from Garcia. 

~~~

As Garcia starts painting Morgan's cheeks, you grin happily as you finally take in her own outfit. Her sparkly pink and white skirt is paired with a tie dyed t-shirt in the same style as Reids, but instead her colours are the pansexual and transgender flag. Her cheeks are painted with the same colours as Hotch’s. Once she's finally finished painting your cheeks (The Non-binary flag and Pan flag) You all set off to wander down the streets with everyone, enjoying the day of being surrendered by support and love. A lot of people end up running over to Rossi for their free dad hug, Rossi was enjoying it so much, listening to their stories telling them how proud he is and how strong they are. As the day continues the vibes and energy of the day just keep getting stronger. Maybe that's when you realise that your job isn’t just a job, that this is where you're supposed to be. You get to help people and do it in the most supportive group and family ever.

[rfxiii]

Master Playlist of Songs for Hooking Up with Trevor Philips:

(Contributions made by @whosyourcreepyunclenow , @henry-blake-offishial , and @rreskk)

*if you don’t wanna be tagged let me know!

**more contributions are always welcome!!

The Summoning by Sleep Token

Blow by Eva Under Fire, Ice Nine Kills

The Undertaker (Reinholder Mix) by Puscifer

Mia Goth by Attila, Ekoh

Dare mo Inai Ie by MUCC

Black Planets by Sisters of Mercy

Poison by Alice Cooper

Christian Woman by Type O Negative

Cruci-fiction in Space by Marilyn Manson

Hatefuck by Motionless in White

There, there by Radiohead

Change (in the house of flies) by Deftones

Cola by Lana Del Rey

Hypnosis by Sleep Token

FERAL by Bad Omens

Intolerance by Tool

Razorblade by Blue October

Ava Adore by Smashing Pumpkins

CODE MISTAKE by CORPSE, Bring me the Horizon

Love You To Death by Type O Negative

Bed Of Nails by Alice Cooper

Beware by Deftones

Wolf Moon by Type O Negative

Sugar by Sleep Token

Wasp by Motionless in White

Space Monkey by Placebo

Cancer by Filter

Demon Cleaner by Kyuss

Bleed the freak by Alice In Chains

Werewolf by Motionless in White

Counting Bodies Like Sheep by A Perfect Circle

More Human than Human by Rob Zombie

Vore by Sleep Token

Hydra 666 by Dir en Grey

Blood Honey by Marilyn Manson

[angelicnecrosis]

premade lvl 2 vampire pack !

names ↣ ivano, beau, henry, moore

pronouns ↣ they vie bite glam

age ↣ chronologically 200+ years but identifies as an adult in their early 20's

gender ↣ nonbinary, fluid presentation but masculine preference

orientation ↣ unlabeled mspec attraction, slightly sex repulsed aspec

species ↣ human turned vampire

roles ↣ academic announcer 

sign off ↣ -IV, -B, -HN, MR, (depending on which names are picked), -🫀🪽

– 

likes ↣ fruits (specifically apples), learning new languages, winter, warm clothing, thrifting, antique stores

dislikes ↣ crowded spaces, bright lights, overwhelming noises, hot weather

front triggers ↣ school, museums

special interests ↣ world history, specifically european history

hyperfixations ↣ german and russian language, cartography

–

appearance  ↣ long black hair with a red streak in the bangs pulled back into a ponytail, one red eye (right) and one white eye (left), pale skin, typically wears gothic or alternative clothing (anything that appears "vampiric")

personality traits ↣ they're very calm and relaxed when doing work or personal hobbies, and prefer to be alone or in small groups of close friends when doing so! vie can be outgoing and energetic when in social spaces but can get overwhelmed in larger groups or when out for too long.

–

first picrew used second picrew used

[START ID: the first image shows a bust drawing of a person with long black hair. they have a red streak in the bangs, two large pieces of hair framing the face, and the rest pulled back into a high ponytail. they're wearing a fishnet suit with a plain black vest and a think black choker. their hand is raised by their face with long, black nails. the background is a photo of the youtube user 666 page, with a large white circle separating the person from the background.

the second photo is a full body drawing of the same person. they have a long black ponytail, with no red streak. they are wearing a white button down with poofy sleeves that flare out at the elbow. they are wearing red patchwork pants with black and brown stripes on the right leg, and a criss cross stitching pattern on the left. they are wearing a black corset, black socks, and black flats. the background is a red to white gradient, with large red spiral behind them. they are surrounded by black candles and a large black circle. there is text near the bottom reading "ghost night dress up maker" in japanese. /END ID.]

[kiwiana-writes]

How do you find time to write so much? I want to write but when i have time it feels like nothing happens. I know taking part in fandom isnt required but i do love it and no matter how many people tell me that turning up with one fic every few months is ok i want to do more than that. So help me, mj-wan, youre my only hope. How do you make your writing muse play fair?

Unfortunately, my personal answer to this question is a combination of chronic insomnia, ADHD hyperfocus, and unemployment lmao. I can't say I recommend the first two, and the third involves having a spouse that both has a really good job and is also super fucking chill, so YMMV. HOWEVER, I do think that unfortunately there's a lot to be said for habit-building; I have entire fics that have been written one "Oh god it's Wednesday/Sunday and I have no snippets to share, I'll just add 300 words to this doc" at a time. For my original novel I'm definitely taking the 'minimum wordcount per day, if I hate it that's a problem for editing but just get something on the page' approach and I don't know if it would work for ME for fic but it might be something that would work for you!

Also I absolutely one THOUSAND percent recommend finding a hype person or two to just fucking... scream at you about whatever you're writing. It is -- at least for me -- incredibly motivating to wake up to a series of keysmashes/emojis/WHERE IS THE RESTs from my friends when I'm losing steam or generally feeling like finishing something is too hard.

Also also! I think there's been this real push towards long-ass fics recently and I am here to tell you officially that bite-sized fics are ALSO FUCKING DELICIOUS. Obviously fics will be as long as the story needs them to be but for example setting the 1889 word limit on the speakeasy bartender Henry fic gave me a LOT of mental freedom to just... skate over stuff and trust that my readers are smart enough to fill in the blanks. I thrive on a challenge, so if you do too, set yourself one! The fic must be exactly 1000 words, or exactly 666 words, or every paragraph must start with a letter of RED WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE, or... whatever makes it fun for you. Fanfiction is supposed to be FUN FOR YOU and other people are being given the opportunity to read your stuff!

(Personally, I'm fucking delighted by the 'turns up with an absolute banger once every few months and then disappears again' authors, but I absolutely hear that that's not what you WANT to be, which is so beyond fair.)

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #666

There has been almost 20 instances of demons or the devil appearing in Muppet related media. About three times in The Muppet Show, technically six times in Dinosaurs, twice in Muppet Babies, once in Muppets Tonight, The Muppets, The Jim Henson Hour, The Storyteller, Sesame Street, and Miss Piggy's Guide to Life.

The instances in The Muppets, Muppet Babies, and Miss Piggy's Guide to Life are all examples of the devil (and angel) on your shoulder. The "devil" in Sesame Street is just Maria in a Halloween costume.

Sources:

Sesame Street. Episode 0911. May 10, 1976.

The Muppet Show. Episode 307: Alice Cooper. November 2, 1978.

The Muppet Show. Episode 420: Alan Arkin. March 7, 1980.

The Muppet Show. Episode 509: Debbie Harry. January 25, 1981.

Miss Piggy's Guide to Life. Miss Piggy, as told to Henry Beard. Photos by John E. Barrett. Muppet Press/Alfred A. Knopf. 1981.

Muppet Babies. Episode 204: "The Great Cookie Robbery." October 5, 1985.

Muppet Babies. Episode 412: "The Frog Who Knew Too Much." December 5, 1987.

The Storyteller. Episode 106: "The Soldier and Death." April 28, 1989.

The Jim Henson Hour. Episode 106: Monster Maker. July 9, 1989.

Dinosaurs. Episode 203: "I Never Ate for My Father." October 2, 1991.

Dinosaurs. Episode 222: "Slave to Fashion." March 30, 1992.

Dinosaurs. Episode 311: "Wilderness Weekend." December 18, 1992.

Dinosaurs. Episode 406: "Terrible Twos." July 13, 1994.

Dinosaurs. Episode 408: "Into the Woods." Aired via syndication.

Dinosaurs. Episode 412: "Life in the Faust Lane." Aired via syndication.

No Strings Attached. Matt Bacon. MacMillan. 1997.

Muppets Tonight. Episode 202: Rick Moranis. September 14, 1997.

The Muppets. November 23, 2011.

[seiya234]

Hank and His Supernatural Mafia, 10/10

Oh hey it’s only been 8 years since I last updated. Previous chapters here. I’ll do a longer note eventually but for now thank you @toothpastecanyon for the prompt that turned into the final chapter, and @marypsue for everything, as always.

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The most dangerous man in Portland sat in an uncomfortable seat in a Greyhound station. In the past he would have been walking around, looking out the windows, getting endless rounds of bad free coffee…

But it had only been a few months since he had left the hospital and his shattered knee was still tender, still healing towards… not what it used to be, but better than where he was at now.

It was a weird liminal space, being newly disabled. He was out of the hospital with the initial shock fading, and his new, permanent reality settling in-

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Next to Hank sat the most dangerous man in North America.

“Nah, just woolgathering. This was a good visit dad.”

Hank’s dad smiled, and Hank suddenly was struck by the crows feet, the hair that was starting to become more grey than red, all the little things he didn’t see living in the Shack but were so screamingly obvious now.

“Sure you don’t want to take the airplane home?” Hank asked as the board showed yet another delay added to the bus going to Bend.

Henry smiled wanly. “He’s been hovering around your sister at the house. Frankly I love your uncle dearly but I could use some space.”

Hank winced. He knew why Uncle Dipper had been hovering, knew that as soon as Dad got home Dipper would be by ‘just checking in!’

The reason that he had managed to avoid talking about after the initial conversation in his hospital bed, and the subsequent all family visits and solo family member visits and-

“It’s not going away son.”

Hank was tempted for a long second to ask “what won’t go away?” but the mutual aid society he accidentally made now had a body count, so he just sighed and said, “I know Dad.”

Henry put his hand on Hank’s still healing knee, but gently. His hand was warm and the touch felt better than Hank expected. “Can you talk about it?”

Peak dad. Not “want” but “can.”

The time on the board said the time to bend was now coming in 618 minutes. An improvement from 666 minutes, Hank supposed, but not by much.

Hank sighed and Henry gave him a rueful look. “I know. You’d rather not. But it’s important. Trust me.”

Hank considered the cold burning fire in Dad’s open chest cavity, the antlers crowned with bloody hands, the funeral black and bare feet and-

“Wait, seriously? Is this a dream? Did Uncle Dipper arrange this? We couldn’t have had this talk on the phone?”

Hank’s voice rose higher and higher as he talked and he felt his cheeks heat and wait, was he getting upset? Yes. Yes he was.

Henry folded his arms over his chest, unbothered by his burning heart.

“This is dream. But your uncle has nothing to do with this-”

Hank didn’t ask how his dad was here- and he really was here- because he already knew.

“-And we have tried to do this over the phone. But you have ignored your sisters’ calls, you have been curt with your grand-uncle and your mother.”

(the room grew cold)

“I understand your reluctance to discuss your feelings. It is hard for me to do so as well. But I will not have you bottling this up inside of you and I will not have you taking this out on the people you love. That is not who you are Hank.”

“I…I really don’t want to.”

Did he just say that, oh my god Hank did not mean to actually say that.

“Well son, considering you are a leader now, you do not have that luxury.”

The priest’s collar was on his dad’s neck and while his dad’s form was still mostly human, Hank knew that he was now in the court of the Woodsman. No getting out of this then.

“Fine, but this bus station is going to need a Peets in here, I need better coffee for this.”

His regular Peets order appeared in his hand, while Dad had the mug Mom made him, the one that read “Trees make me horny!”

Hank opened his mouth. He froze. That had been part of the problem because obviously he knew he needed to talk about it but starting was hard and he didn’t know how to thaw and flow and-

“How did it feel?

“How did what feel?

“When you killed the Master of Portland.”

And now they were back in that room except this time instead of the Crew watching him anxiously, watching him fight for all of their futures, it was just Dad, just Dad who saw Nicholai slam the hammer down twice, once on each knee-

Hank felt it shatter again, and Henry felt it too, felt as Hank’s heart sank because he wasn’t afraid to die but Christ he was afraid of what would be left behind, what Nicholai would do to his friends, would do to his town, would do to Vivi-

“It didn’t hurt,” Hank managed to say. “I mean, it did, obviously, but I didn’t register it. Everything was happening all at once and I didn’t have time to be hurt, I didn’t have time to scream, I needed to be back on my feet.”

“And then your uncle was there.”

Hank winced. “I still don’t know if I did the right thing. I’m worried me asking for his aid will cause problems down the line.”

Dad didn’t say anything for a second.

Dad didn’t say anything for a minute.

The temperature of the waiting room dropped twenty degrees while Dad was sitting silent and Hank was trying to figure out what was wrong before finally Dad managed to grit out-”

“Forrest Henry Pines, you would have died without the intervention of your uncle. I don’t know what he would have done if you had died. I-” and this time it was Dad’s turn to look down. “-I don’t know what I would have done if you had died. I understand where you are coming from son, but please remember going forward that as responsible as you are, you are a brother, a partner, a nephew and a son. Those hold weight as well.”

He was right. But Hank couldn’t say anything, just watch as his uncle glided in, Death himself entering the ring. Nicholai had tried to say something about breaking the rules of combat, but it wasn’t Uncle Dipper who had said something but-

(watch this dad)

(“Really Nicholai? Are you really going to raise a fuss about this? How gauche.”

Lucy Ann strode into the ring, all two feet eleven inches of her, and even as Hank almost bit through his tongue from the effort of trying not to scream, he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell as Lucy Ann finally stepped up. 

“The Eldest. The Eldest is here-” The other members of Nicholai’s seethe looked ready to kneel as Lucy Ann made her Presence known.

“Eldest one-” Nicholai began in his most obsequious voice, but Lucy Ann raised a hand and the voice died in his throat. 

“Can it asshole. I don’t want to hear about interference. You and I both know Hank fights his own battles.”

“But the Dreambender-”

“Will not enter into this fight on Hank’s behalf, is that correct Alcor?”

Uncle Dipper was clenching his hands and biting his lip so hard that blood bloomed on his chin and on his gloves but he managed to nod.

“See?”

“He will provide aid however and-”

“And do we want to talk about the babies I saw here tonight Nicholai?”

Nicholai was putting up a good show against Lucy Ann, even though he reeked of fear, but finally he paused. “What children Lucy Ann?”

Lucy Ann grinned and her teeth were red, dark dark blood red. “The ten to fifteen teenagers you turned for tonight.” She licked her teeth and suddenly the smile was gone and if Hank thought Uncle Dipper was dangerous, right here and now, he was no match for a woman who had survived several thousand years in the body of a small child. 

“They had no reason, no thoughts, nothing of them left because they had been starved. The only blood I could smell inside of them was their own and it had curdled in their veins. What maker does that to his own children, Nicholai? 

“I-” Nicholai looked around, and even though he had chosen his seethe for sycophants and people he could terrorize easily, even they were looking away because well..

even among murderers there were some things you would not, should not, do.)

Lucy Ann and the crowd melted away (though not without Lucy Ann giving Hank a wink that she did not do during the actual fight) and it was just Hank and Dad again, watching a shadow of an event. 

“What happened next son?” Not that Dad didn’t know what happened next already, because Hank had given him the bare bones in the hospital, but Hank needed the cue to keep going, so...

“Uncle Dipper... he told me I had some choices. And that they wouldn’t be easy ones.” Hank took a deep breath. 

“Dad... Uncle Dipper was sweating blood. It... it scared me.” 

It felt like the last few words ripped out of him but it was true. Hank wasn’t scared of Uncle Dipper- he never could, he never would- but this was the first time he saw his Uncle’s limits, the first time he was scared on Dipper’s behalf. 

His Uncle, sweating blood and panting like a horse, with claws that kept growing and retracting, the whites of his eyes showing all around his pupils before turning black black black as Dipper tried and tried and failed and failed to think of any kind of deal that would heal Hank’s knees and not cost Hank his soul.

“He didn’t say it at the time, but I knew. If I had broken them at home, it would have cost me something significant, but we could have done it. But here, in the basement, in the fight.... there was too much riding on this. So the cost was greater.” 

“What did he offer you son?” 

“My soul for both knees to be healed....Or-” Hank paused. It still hurt. It was the right decision, it was the best thing that Dipper could do it saved them all

“Or?”

“He could heal one knee, numb the pain for me until I did what I had to do.... but the other knee would forever be damaged. That every day I would wake in some kind of pain.”

Dad said nothing. The quiet extended as they watched Hank gasp out his agreement, lift a shaking hand to his uncle’s, and Dipper lending Hank his cane to stand, unbowed and pain free, albeit with only one working leg, to face Nicholai again.

The tableau after that paused, and it stayed paused and Hank looked at his Dad and

“Dad?”

Death was next to him, and the edges of the dream were beginning to go fuzzy. 

“Dad, Dad please, don’t blame Uncle Dipper, he was doing the best he could.”

Dad looked at him, and it was like the time Hank and his sisters had stumbled upon a mother bear in the woods, that split second of deciding if they were not a threat or if she was going to maul them .

His father’s eyes, in that moment, had considerably less reason in them.

“I promise Dad, it’s a headache that goes away with coffee, it’s knee pain I can treat, it sucks but it’s manageable Dad please-” 

Hank took his father’s hand, the one that hadn’t turned into wood and cutting metal, and squeezed it, even though it was so cold it blistered his skin. 

“Please let me finish.”

The Woodsman looked at Hank, then looked away. Hank politely ignored the squelching sounds until it was just his father again, next to him.

“My apologies Hank. I let the anger get the best of me.”

“It’s okay Dad, I understand.”

“I will be having words with your Uncle when I get home though.”

“And I’m glad I’m going to be on the other side of the state for that,” Hank said truthfully, which managed to surprise a laugh out of his dad.

It was a little easier now, to keep going, so they turned back to the tableau before them. 

“What happened next Hank?”

“I looked at my watch. And I had stalled long enough.”

The entire night, Hank and his friends had fought multiple foes throughout Nicholai’s mansion, winning some battles, but retreating and retreating until they were cornered in this ballroom, conveniently large enough for a battle to the death. 

So had Nicholai thought twenty minutes earlier, as he had triumphantly come into the room with his flunkies, prepared to wipe out the Dinner Crew once and for all. 

He had no idea though, that this was all according to plan. 

“I told everyone, stall as long as they could, stretch out every fight until it was too dangerous for them, and to follow the map.”

“The map?”

Hank grinned.

“Teena and Damara and their families were forced for years to be Nicholai’s errand people. They knew every nook and cranny of that asshole’s mansion. So we knew where we needed to corner him. And then....”

Hank paused, and he and his father watched the scene. Nicholai, gloating because despite this reprieve, he was still so clearly going to win. 

Nicholai’s taunts sputtering to a stop, as he saw the expression on Hank’s face and oh wow, Hank did not realize he was smiling when it happened. He just remembered feeling shit scared

(but that wasn’t true)

and heart sick at what he was going to have to do

(no, he wasn’t. because)

Hank threw his bat upwards, to the ceiling. It flew true, and hit a certain spot in the ceiling that Teena’s clan had spent a month sawing at, two or three minutes at a time to avoid notice. 

It came crashing down, and wow, it was later in the morning than Hank realized because sunlight came flooding in, directly over Nicholai’s head. 

Nicholai barely had time to scream before the burning began. Hank felt like he was going to be sick, his stomach churned

(his stomach churned with satisfaction because it worked, his plan worked)

The room had been silent, so utterly silent, as Hank watched Nicholai burn to ashes at his feet. 

“Is that it?”

Hank couldn’t look his father in the eyes.

“No Dad. No it wasn’t.”

Hank bent down. The pain was already excruciating, but he had to see this through, had to finish. Ben offered a backpack that was comically oversized for his tiny body, and from it Hank took out a brush and a bag, and quickly swept Nicholai’s ashes in. Using Ben’s arm as a support, he managed to get back up to his feet, and croaked, “Outside, now.”

Nicholai’s underlings had obeyed him without question. That felt bad

(right)

but they at least led him to the quickest way outside. 

While one team had worked on the roof, another, led by Toby, had been preparing the sidewalk outside, chipping away until two or three panels had been clipped away. 

“Is the mix ready?” Hank had asked.

Toby nodded, and it was Vivi who had brought over the massive barrel of cement mix, wet with the paint stick still inside. 

She looked at Hank for a second, taking in his wounds, taking in what he had done, what he was about to do.

But she didn’t look away.

Hank took the bag of Nicholai’s ashes, and dumped them in the cement mix. He tried to stir, and managed a turn or two before Lucy Ann gently but firmly moved him aside, and finished the job, not stopping until the ashes were thoroughly incorporated in. Oonagh, Nnedi, and all the other endless amounts of selkie cousins took the bucket, and poured it out on the ground, quickly spreading and smoothing it out.

There was silence again. There was one last thing to do. 

Vivi and Dipper were at his sides this time, helping him down enough to run a finger through the cement, writing his full name, for the world to see. Once Hank was helped up, it was a gentle melee as the two dozen Crew members who had been a part of the infiltration all signed their names on their handiwork. 

Mindy, the last, still couldn’t manage her name, but did blow a big burst of flame, hot enough to dry the sidewalk almost instantly. 

It was that point that Hank, full body shaking from the pain, finally felt safe enough to pass out. 

And he was back in the bus station, and he had a croissant in his hands in addition to a refill on his coffee. “So yeah. That’s what happened.” 

His father looked at him, then looked at the mug in his hands for a long moment.

The long moment stretched into a minute stretched into two minutes before Hank couldn’t take it any longer and asked “Um, Dad? What... what’s going on? Are you upset at me?”

Dad started, then shook his head. “No. No son, I am not upset at you. To be honest, I don’t know how I feel about all of this.”

Maybe it was childish, but Hank’s mouth dropped a bit. “Wait, really?” 

“I’ll probably need a while to process it.” Dad must have seen the look on Hank’s face, because he huffed out a little chuckle and went on. “Look Hank, if you and Vivi have kids you will find that sometimes they utterly, absolutely, flabbergast you. This is one of those times.” Dad looked at Hank’s face and took pity on him.

“Let’s try this a different way: how do you feel Hank?”

“Like I never want to do that again. That was the worse thing I’ve ever done.” 

Henry’s nostrils flared. “That’s a tiny part of it, but that’s not all of it. Tell me son. We are not leaving until this wound is all the way lanced.”

This is why it always sucked when you got in trouble with Dad, Hank remembered. Mom would get mad and creatively ground you, but everything was over and forgotten in thirty seconds. Dad? Dad thought about things. And you. And what you did.

He couldn’t look his father in the eye.

Finally he managed to get out, “Dad, it felt good.”

“Mmm. How so?”

“It felt good my plan worked. It felt good that Nicholai was gone. It felt good that I killed him and he would never hurt anyone ever again. It felt good that I was right, that I was in the right. It felt good to have everyone looking up to me. And-”

Hank took a drink of coffee, to quell the sudden dryness in his throat, and it tasted bitter, bitter bitter all the way down.

“I know Mom and Stan and Dipper have all said... that our family has a dark side. That we need to watch for it. That it runs in our blood. And what if it’s that? What if-”

Suddenly his Dad’s hand was on his shoulder, giving it a small but firm squeeze. “Son, may I stop you there for one second?”

“Um, sure?”

“I’m going to tell you something that no Pines wants to hear, not your uncle, not your mother, and most of all not your Grunkle Stan.”

“Uh-” Hank was totally lost now. 

“The ‘Pines Dark Streak’“ and wow did Dad always have a talent for not only audibly announcing Capital Letters but also in speech quotation marks-

“-Hank, that’s bullshit.”

What.

“What?”

His dad gave his shoulder a gentle, almost condescending pat. “That’s just something your Grunkle Stan made up to justify both the horrible things he had to do in his life to survive and to rationalize the behavior of his father.”

“Uh-”

“And then your mom and uncle latched onto it because it makes them feel better about the things they choose to do.”

Hank, for once at a total loss for words, finally managed to squeak out, “Dad that’s really uh, observant for you.”

“I’m your dad’s subconscious who is just putting together a lot of little clues he’s noticed over the years, and am able to better articulate it in this liminal space we find ourselves. Also your uncles and your mother are not subtle people.”

“So...not therapy then.“

“No, why?”

Hank resolved to find a good therapist for himself after this dream was over.

"Look, I’m not just saying that to be unkind, though I have worried about what extent you children have internalized that, and I will be having talks with your sisters some time after this... No, Hank-”

His father gently took Hank by the chin, to look him in the eyes.

“Forrest Henry Pines, you are ambitious. You are ruthless. And you are capable of great cruelty and viciousness-”

Hank wanted to cry.

“-but that is not all of who you are, those are only the small parts of you, leashed by the parts of you that are good, that are kind, that seek to help others around you. So you leash those feelings. You put it in the service of your friends and family and those you love, which you have already been doing. You leash it, and you take responsibility for your actions, which again you have done and will continue to do.”

Hank’s dad leaned in to kiss him on the forehead.

“Go freely my son. Go freely and gently forward, and know you have my blessing.”

They sat like that for a minute, heads touching, Hank crying, and tears going down the face of his father as well.

Finally, Hank noticed that his coffee had grown cold, the edges of his vision had grown fuzzy, and the loudspeaker was announcing that the bus to Gravity Falls had arrived.

“There will be consequences for your actions son,” Henry said, somewhat regretfully as they parted and his dad picked up his suitcase.

Hank had already been running through the socio-politico-cultural implications for days, but still asked, “Like what?“

“Like that you are going to call your mother and tell her what you did when you wak-”

---

The sun was shining through the windows as Hank blearily opened his eyes.

In the kitchen he could here Toby whistling as he attempted to make pancakes in their tiny apartment set up, and Lucy Ann talking with Vivi about observations Lucy Ann had made among the other kindergartners.

The sheets smelt clean. His knee was in agony, but already it was fading down to something more annoying than anything else. The sky was blue.

He wasn’t sure why, but something in him prompted him to gently roll over, and pick up his cell phone.

He owed his mom, and his sisters, the truth. 

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: May 10, 2024

Lyrics:

I went my own way and I made it

I'm your favorite reference, baby

Call me Gabbriette, you're so inspired, ah, ah

I'm tectonic, moves, I make 'em

Shock you like defibrillators

No style, I can't relate

I'll always be the one, ah

Dropdown, yeah

Put the camera flash on

So stylish

Baby tears, I'm gone

Dropdown, yeah

Looking like an icon

Work angles, yeah

Yeah, 360

When you're in the mirror, do you like what you see?

When you're in the mirror, you're just looking at me

I'm everywhere, I'm so Julia, ah, ah, ah

When you're in the party bum-bum-bumpin' that beat

666 with a princess streak

I'm everywhere, I'm so Julia, ah, ah, ah

Bumpin' that

Bumpin' that

Bumpin' that

That city sewer slut's the vibe

Internationally recognized

That set the tone, it's my design

And it's stuck in your mind (ah)

Legacy is undebated

You gon' jump if AG made it

If you love it, if you hate it

I don't fucking care what you think

Dropdown, yeah

Put the camera flash on

So stylish

Baby tears all gone

Drop down, yeah

Looking like an icon

Work angles, yeah

Yeah, 360

When you're in the mirror, do you like what you see?

When you're in the mirror, you're just looking at me

I'm everywhere, I'm so Julia, ah, ah, ah

When you're in the party bum-bum-bumpin' that beat

666 with a princess streak

I'm everywhere, I'm so Julia, ah, ah, ah

Songwriter:

Bumpin' that

Bumpin' that

Bumpin' that

Ah-ah, ah

Bumpin' that

Bumpin' that

Bumpin' that

Ah-ah, ah

Henry Russell Walter / Charlotte Emma Aitchison / Alexander Guy Cook / Finn Keane / Omer Fedi / Blake Slatkin

SongFacts:

👉📖

AlbumFacts:

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Homepage:

Charli XCX

[notanemployeeatbellereve]

Suicide Squad Members both Past and Present (Minus both Captain Boomerangs)

Amanda Waller

Rick Flag Jr

Rick Flag Sr

Deadshot

Bronze Tiger

Enchantress

Blockbuster

Briscoe

Karin Grace 

Mindboggler

Nemesis

Nightshade

Plastique

Black Orchid

Penguin

Killer Frost (Louise Lincoln)

Multiplex

Slipknot

Parasite (Rudy Jones)

Manhunter/Privateer

Duchess

Speedy

Vixen

Mr. 104

Weasel

Psi

Javelin

Captain Cold

Shade the Changing Man

Oracle

Count Vertigo

Dr. Light

Punch

Jewelee

Shrike

Ravan

Lady Liberty

Silent Majority

Major Victory

Poison Ivy

Atom

Thinker

Schrek

Stalnoivolk

Black Adam

Catalyst

Enforcer

Firehawk

Maser

Karma

Outlaw

Silver Swan

Sportsmaster

The Writer

King Shark

Knockout

Sam Makoa

Sidearm

Quartzite

Shrapnel

Thermal

Flex

Bolt

Cameron Chase

Copperhead

Sledge

Plasmus

Manchester Black

Chemo

Steel

Mongul

Sgt. Frank Rock

Big Sir

Bulldozer

Clock King

Cluemaster

Major Disaster

Multi-Man

Havana

Modem

Larvanaut

Eliza

Putty

Blackstarr

Reactron

Solomon Grundy

Hawkman

Power Girl

Star-Spangled Kid

Wildcat

Double Down

Atom Smasher

Persuader

Electrocutioner

Icicle

Mirror Master (Evan McCulloch)

Tattooed Man

Bane

The General

King Faraday

Marauder

Thinker II

White Dragon

Twister

Blackguard

Windfall

Virtuoso

Yasemin Soze

Black Spider

El Diablo

Harley Quinn 

Savant

Voltaic

Yo-Yo

Crowbar

Iceberg

Lime

Light

The Unknown Soldier

James Gordon Jr.

Cheetah

Power Girl

Warrant

Steel

Black Manta

Deathstroke

Joker's Daughter

Reverse Flash (Daniel West)

Parasite (Joshua Michael Allen)

The Hunky Punk

Katana

Killer Croc

Mad Dog

Killer Frost (Caitlin Snow)

General Zod

Juan Soria

Lord Satanis

Master Jailer

Merlyn

Rag Doll

Scream Queen

Shimmer

Tao Jones

Skorpio

Baby Boom

Zoomax

Lawman

Snakebite

Lok

Cavalier

Magpie

The Shark (totally different guy from King Shark)

Zebra-Man

The Aerie

Chaos Kitten

Deadly Six

Fin

Jog

Osita

Thylacine

Wink

Black Mask

Film Freak

Peacemaker

Shrike (Boone)

Culebra

Exit

Mindwarp

Nocturna

Match

Talon

Branch

Keymaster

Warp

Bloodsport

Ambush Bug

Black Siren

Nightmare Nurse

Heat Wave

Major Force

KGBeast

Victor Zsasz

Madame Crow

Black Hand

Etrigan the Brainiac 666

Gunbunny

Gunhawk

Gentleman Ghost

Juniper

Klarion the Witch Boy

Snargoyle (deceased)

Wither

Aladdin

Alchemaster (deceased)

Doctor Thaumaturge 

Etrigan

Azucar

Black Bison

Pigeon

Johnny Sorrow

Rustam

Doctor Polaris

Emerald Empress

Lobo

Cyclotron

Behemoth

Leviathan

Zizz

Bloodletter

Akando

Giganta

Brainwave

Doctor Destiny

Doctor Psycho

Dubbilex

Hector Hammond

Jemm

Looker

Manchester Black

Maxwell Lord

Mento

Psimon

Acero

Dulce

El Dorado

El Gaucho

Monstruo

Silbón

Zachary Zatara

Mirror Master (Sam Scudder)

Parademon

Fisherman

Lor-Zod

Clayface

Polkadot Man

Gotham/Bane (idk some dude named Henry Clover Jr.?)

Man-Bat

Arkham Knight

Sundowner

Mr. Bloom

Two-Face

Mr. Freeze

Deadbolt

Lashina

Luke Fox

The Verdict

T.D.K.

Ratcatcher II

Killer Frost (Crystal Frost)

Ten Eyed Man

@ednygmaaskme I'm sorry it's long as hell. I also want to apologize in advance if this list has duplicates. It's hard to keep track.

[andrewmoocow]

Steven Universe Snake Eyes chapter 6: Folie a Deux (originally published on October 2, 2023)

AN: And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. We've been building up to this for two years now, but at long last, Steven and Black Rutile finally go head-to-head once again. And this time, there will be nothing holding them back in their fight to the death, except for their own inner demons. Steven refuses to fight and kill for entertainment but deep down, he's resisting the urge to go all out. Meanwhile, Black Rutile is incredibly eager to kill Steven once and for all, but that doesn't stop her from having her own second thoughts about everything. This, I believe, makes their dynamic so well-written, though I might be bragging here since I was the one who created it. But enough stroking my ego, we're officially at the halfway point of Snake Eyes now, so let's begin!

Synopsis: Steven and Black Rutile have their long-awaited rematch. Meanwhile, Nosiop begins his plot for universal conquest.

Cast:

Zach Callison as Steven

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl

Tom Scharpling as Greg

Grace Rolek as Connie

Jennifer Paz as Lapis

Shelby Rabara as Peridot

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper

Lauren Ash as White Topaz

Della Saba as Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball

Christine Pedi as Holly Blue

Casey Lee Williams as Cat's Eye

Aurelio Voltaire as King Cobralan Jormagundr

Jason Marsden as Prince Nosiop Jormagundr

Keith David as Pyth

Shirley Millner as Queen Constricta Jormagundr

Henry Rollins as Captain Boa

Neil Flynn as Aescul

Patti LuPone as Yellow Diamond

Lisa Hannigan as Blue Diamond

Christine Ebersole as White Diamond

Ron Perlman as Inner Steven

Christopher Lloyd as Batsputin Vosania

Anna Akana as Dionna of the Sands

Peter Stormare as Reximillian

--

"Okay ladies, everyone into your cells!" one of the Bismuth guards at Revanche 666 yelled as the Rutile Rebels were ordered to their assigned prison cells in the aftermath of their attempted takeover of Little Homeworld. "This will be your home for as long as it takes for you to change your ways and finally accept that you lost."

"So that's how it is, huh?" Black Rutile muttered as she glumly sat down in her cell and gazed at her feet. Everything she had worked so hard from the moment Steven came out as the so-called son of Pink Diamond was all made entirely pointless once again. And even worse, it wasn't even Steven who ruined her plans this time, but instead his disgusting human friends. That was one of many things she hated about Steven. Despite how toxic he was towards others, Steven always knew how to gather allies, whether they were former enemies he convinced would agree with him or simple-minded creatures he could mold into his slaves.

Of course, Black Rutile wasn't any better, but at least she knew how evil she was and loved it. But now, her love of manipulating others to her whims had been used against her thanks to some choice words by the Crystal Gems to turn her allies' collective backs on her. And now, as she heard her subordinates converse among themselves, Black Rutile had one question to ask herself.

"Is this still worth it?"

--

"Status update on the Diamonds?" a Slytherophidian scientist said to his lab assistant as the pair watched over three massive gems in an equally large containment field meant to house the ginormous Diamonds they would soon reform into.

"Their vitals are normal, Dr. Heller." The female Slytherophidian said, gazing down at a tablet documenting the Diamonds' statistics. "They should return to their normal forms within a few minutes."

"Excellent work, Dr. Mercer." Dr. Heller said before the two scientists turned to find Aescul walking into the laboratory. "Oh, hello Aescul. Need anything?"

"Yes, I'm gonna need you two to leave for a bit so I can have a little privacy with our giant guests here." Aescul stated. "They're gonna need some catching up to do."

"Understood, sir." Dr. Heller said as he and his assistant left Aescul alone in the lab, just as the Diamonds regenerated their forms and found themselves in the containment unit.

"Oh, what happened?" Yellow groaned as she slowly regained consciousness from her fight with the Metals. "Where are those Metals?"

"Where are we? Some kind of laboratory?" Blue asked while looking around and tapping on the glass.

"You are exactly right, my Diamond-y friend," Aescul stated. "Hi, my name's Aescul. I'm a Slytherophidian spy who participated in the surveillance of your people and brought your little friend Steven to your planet. Nice to meet you guys."

"Hello there, Mr. Aescul." White Diamond politely greeted the spy in a somewhat awkward fashion. "Would you mind telling us where we are and why we're here?"

"Oh yeah, that." Aescul nodded. "You took quite a beating against the Metals, and I just wanted to see if you'll be alright in time for Steven's big fight with Black Rutile."

"Whose big fight with what?!" Yellow yelled in shock.

"Oh no, Steven!" Blue added, just as horrified at the decision, while Aescul remained stoic.

"Please, you must tell your masters to change this decision at once!" White begged Aescul on her knees like her life depended on it. "You have no idea how much Black Rutile hates our dear Steven!"

"Sorry, everybody, but rules are rules," Aescul said as he turned to leave. "You know, I can let you go so you're free to watch, ladies. You just need to keep your mouths shut since everybody hates you so much. Remember that cover-up?"

"Yes, we convinced the universe at large that all the planets we conquered were uninhabited to hide the fact that we committed genocide, we know," Yellow stated dryly as the Diamonds were released from their confinement. "I don't think I want to know how Steven would react to such news."

"Probably not well at all." White nodded fearfully while Aescul led them out of the lab. Little did they know was that Steven was having his own issues at the moment.

--

Meanwhile, Steven anxiously paced back and forth in the Crystal Gems' quarters at the Ouraborium as he contemplated what he had heard earlier. Queen Constricta had just announced that Steven and Black Rutile were due to fight soon in the arena, their first one-on-one battle since Black Rutile invaded the beach house while the Gems were in Los Diego. A lot has changed since the two last fought, but one thing that remained a constant was that Black Rutile utterly hated him and wanted every opportunity she got to knock him down a peg.

"Well, well, well, look who's all ready for his big day." Black Rutile declared sarcastically as she entered the room to speak with Steven one last time. "Don't get cold feet, old friend. The Slytherophidians wouldn't like that. Then again, they already hate you as is."

"So, what brings you here?" Steven said tepidly. "Want to gloat some more before we fight?"

"Quit reading my mind!" Black Rutile laughed before offering her archenemy a high-five. "Give me five!" Steven didn't answer, causing Black Rutile to high-five herself instead. "But in addition, I come here to inform you of a new plan I've come up with in cooperation with a new acquaintance I've made here with similar designs for the universe as I."

"Who are you talking about?" Steven asked quietly.

"I am, of course, talking about Prince Nosiop Jormagundr." Black Rutile stated. "You'll get to meet him soon, of course, but for now, to give you an idea of what we have planned." She played a holographic image of a tall, humanoid figure looming over the Crystal Gems and zapping them into poofing before the Gems reformed, looking like they had just emerged from a Kindergarten. "Nosiop and the rest of the royal family have connections with a being known as the Lapidarist that can revert all Gemkind into their base programming." She explained. "Meaning that we won't just force the Crystal Gems into being returned to what they were originally created to do, but the Diamonds and all of your little friends too! And maybe as a bonus, you might fall victim to the Lapidarist's powers too, thanks to you possessing good ol' Pink Diamond's gem."

"I knew you would do something like this to get your way!" Steven screamed angrily. "You're a monster!"

"Oh, I'm a monster. I haven't heard that one before." Black Rutile replied with a cross of her arms and a roll of her eyes. "What are you going to do about it? Shatter me? Oh wait, you can't because you're a pacifist! No, pacifist might be too kind for you. You can't shatter me because you're a coward."

"I am not!" Steven yelled back, only for Black Rutile to shut him up with a finger to his lips.

"Oh sure, try and deny it all you want, but let me make one thing clear." Black Rutile stated. "All of this was your fault. All of your friends were abducted by these snake people all because they've been watching you for months on end, and now they're all going to die because you don't want to fight!"

"But that's the idea." Steven tried to explain himself. "I told the king that I refuse to kill people for the entertainment of others, something I'm sure you would love to do."

"Oh sure, even the king is patting you on the back for your cowardice." Black Rutile sneered as she prepared to leave. "But remember that next we meet, you and the other Crystal Gems will finally learn your place under my heel."

"I'll see you in the ring." Steven said as Black Rutile left the room. Once again, she was plotting her revenge, but this time, her plan would involve transforming all Gems into her slaves, the Crystal Gems included. Steven couldn't stand for this. As much as he wanted to stay true to his guns, Black Rutile needed to be stopped once and for all, no matter what it would take.

"I said I've had enough of your bullying, Black Rutile," Steven yelled as soon as he heard another pair of footsteps approach him. "I'll see you in the ring!"

"I'm not Black Rutile, but I still think we need to talk about her," Greg replied in a firm yet gentle and fatherly tone while sitting beside his son.

"Please don't tell me she convinced you I'm a monster." Steven prayed that his beloved father wouldn't betray him.

"What, no?! I would never think such horrible things about my son!" Greg exclaimed. "Black Rutile's a monster, and your kindness aside, anyone else would've wanted to put her down for good with no remorse."

"Then I don't understand why you're talking to me when you barely know her," Steven responded.

"It would be the logical move, the safest move, the sensible move," Greg added.

"But?" Steven asked.

"It's not the Steven move. You trust people. You give them second chances, and they live up to your expectations the best they can." Greg explained. "I mean, Lapis, Peridot, Jasper, Bismuth, Spinel, the Diamonds, White Topaz, they all wanted you dead or out of the way, yet you believed they deserved a chance anyways."

"And here comes Black Rutile to refuse a second chance and live up to how evil she can be." Steven muttered disdainfully.

"No one can deny all the horrible things she did." Greg agreed with his half-human son. "I mean, she formed an entire terrorist organization to get revenge on you AND tried to destroy or conquer Earth multiple times!"

"But now she and Nosiop are plotting to reset the entire Gem race and use them to conquer the universe!" Steven exclaimed.

"True. And if I had your powers, I'd use them to take her down if I had no other option." Greg shook his head in agreement. "But I never thought I'd live to see you consider doing the same. You always find a way."

"Not this time." Steven declared as he got off the couch. "I've had to do a lot of growing up ever since I discovered my powers."

"And you did pretty great despite all you endured." Greg smiled pridefully, remembering all the ups and downs he and his son went through together as Steven grew up.

"For a while. But then I kept letting her get in my head and making me live up to her expectations. It's because of her that I had to leave everyone behind!" Steven exclaimed angrily, only for Greg to not answer him. "Aren't you going to argue with me?"

"Not when you're right, Schtu-ball," Greg replied somberly, knowing what Steven would do next.

"I've had fun, but I knew that when the situation gets serious, so would I!" Steven added.

"I'm not gonna argue with you, Steven," Greg said, not wanting to get into a fight with Steven. "I just wanted to make sure you really thought about this."

"I have, Dad. I'm sorry about what I'm going to do to Black Rutile; I really am." Steven replied firmly as he turned around and prepared to leave for the arena, his eyes briefly glowing a faint pink. "But I'm not a bright-eyed little kid singing songs about ice cream anymore. Playtime's over."

--

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, you've been waiting for this fight for ages now, but at long last, the moment has arrived!" King Cobralan announced to his cheering audience. "In this corner, you know him; you absolutely hate him, Steven Universe!"

As Steven marched out into the arena, he was met with booing and insults from the Slytherophidians, who were eager to see him killed in action. At the same time, the Crystal Gems could only watch helplessly as their human son was forced to fight against his will.

"Please do your best, Steven." Pearl silently prayed for Steven's survival.

"What are the odds of him making out of this alive, Garnet?" Amethyst asked the fusion.

"I'm calculating a 32.33% chance of Steven making this out with perfect mental health," Garnet replied, lowering her shades. "Repeating, of course."

"Well, that's better than he usually does," Jasper added.

"And in this corner, the Striking Shadow of the Rebellion, the leader of the Rutile Rebels, the little Rutile that could, the most wanted criminal known to Gemkind, BLAAAAACK RUTIIIILE!" The Slytherophidians celebrated Black Rutile's introduction, a stark contrast to how Steven was received, as Black Rutile strutted into the arena with her sword over her shoulder.

"You know what shall happen once I win this, right?" Black Rutile snidely asked Steven as she drew her sword. "You shall die, and there will be much rejoicing." To emphasize her point, Aquamarine and Eyeball gave a dry "Yay." from afar.

"I know, but I'm willing to try." Steven said as he nervously summoned his shield to defend himself as Black Rutile furiously charged at her archenemy and tried to stab him with her sword. Throughout the first part of the fight, Steven mainly defended himself with the shield from Black Rutile's attacks, all while she vented her frustrations and insecurities on him.

"Haha, you're just blocking!" Black Rutile laughed. "Typical Steven, never once raising a fist even if his life depended on it! You're just like your mother, just as weak and pathetic a brat as she was!"

"Seriously, pressing the mother button again?!" Steven yelled before he finally decided to throw a punch, but Black Rutile effortlessly caught it and threw him to the ground.

"Oh, what's the matter, little boy?" Black Rutile taunted. "Going to cry? Maybe soil yourself in front of hundreds?"

"So this is going to be our battle?" Steven muttered frustratedly. "Just you making speech after speech in between insulting me? Trust me, if I wanted to hear someone talk about themselves all day, I'd spend time with Peridot or Jasper."

"You know I can hear you, Steven!" Peridot yelled in offense before Jasper pushed her away.

"Come on, Steven, destroy her!" Jasper ordered Steven.

"No, this isn't just a battle. It's a message." Black Rutile replied while holding back tears of rage and sorrow. "A message about how you ruined countless lives with your worthless pacifism, but none more than mine. Before I met you, I was the ideal servant! Proud, ruthless, ruling by intelligence and charisma alone! Under my gentle guidance, entire armies of Gems made civilizations tremble before the Diamonds' might! But then you came along, a mere human boy from a pathetic little ball of dirt thought long abandoned by the Diamonds, a boy who stripped me of my honor and pride that I built my entire identity upon. It was at your hands that I suffered my greatest defeats and was forced to live life as a commoner after giving up everything I had worked for. You could not begin to imagine the disgrace I felt when I was exposed as a mere victim of White Diamond's sense of humor in front of everyone on your world!"

"But you still don't understand!" Steven exclaimed as he got back up and smacked Black Rutile in the face with his shield, making her tears fly free as she parried another attack and pressed her sword against the shield. "You were this way because the Diamonds gave you everything you could've ever wanted, and you still selfishly wanted more! Has it ever occurred to you that you're more like Pink Diamond than you think?!"

Angered by this accusation, Black Rutile slashed at Steven's shield as she began crying in earnest, something that Steven had never seen her do before, if she could even express such sadness at all. "Don't you dare compare me to that overgrown brat! I had suffered for centuries because of her, and now it's because of you that I lost everything!" she screamed tearfully. "I admired the Diamonds so much, but it's all their fault I'm reduced to a shell of my former self! Why do I have to keep chasing after a damned half-human rat who always knew what to do to ruin my life?! Why do you keep getting so strong and winning at everything, and even be acknowledged by the Diamonds as one of them, but why was I the one always getting pushed aside?! Why can't you just accept me for who I am?!"

Steven couldn't believe what he was seeing. Black Rutile, who had prided herself as a cunning, devious, opportunistic, sociopathic monster, was showing real sadness for the first time ever since they first met each other on that faithful day when she and White Topaz interviewed him for their fake news show. Everyone has seen Black Rutile laugh, but now Steven isn't sure if anyone has ever seen her cry.

However, Black Rutile quickly brushed her tears away and replaced her crestfallen frown with a psychotic grin. "But now, with Nosiop and the Lapidarist by my side, I can start anew with a new army, a new Homeworld to rule, and an entire universe at my fingertips to enslave! That's why I needed to come with you, to seize the opportunity like I always do! The Lapidarist shall free us of these petty attachments we have forged with each other, and I have to say, revenge feels pretty good."

"Not yet." Steven firmly stated as he stood his ground and awaited another attack from his nemesis.

"Too little, too late. Story of our lives, Steven Universe." Black Rutile smirked as her sadness turned into insane laughter as she lunged at Steven, ready to kill him once and for all.

--

"So, is this what Black Rutile is truly like?" Dionna of the Sands asked as she and the other Universal Lords watched the fight between the half-human son of Pink Diamond and the rebellious Rutile below their theater box. "I have only heard stories about her atrocities before now."

"Nay, as someone whose life was threatened by her before, this is utterly new to me." Batsputin added with a curious shake of his head. "Never before have I seen someone pour their heart out this much. Metaphorically, of course."

"It is extraordinary to see a Gem act this way." Reximillian agreed with Batsputin. "Is it normal for one of their race to be this emotional?"

"I'm not too sure." King Cobralan answered fearfully. "I'm afraid that should Steven Universe survive this, there should come a time for him to learn the truth."

"The truth about what, my love?" Queen Constricta asked.

"The truth about the origins of Gems and how they connect to us," Cobralan told his wife, making Constricta realize what her husband was talking about. "Captain Boa, inform our special friend at once."

"It shall be done, sire." Captain Boa said as he slithered away. "And I'll make sure to look for Princess Naja and Pyth as well. No one has seen them lately."

"Don't bother, Captain." Nosiop told Boa as he took a break from silently cheering for Black Rutile to face his uncle. "Naja is just in her room, nothing too serious. As for Pyth, wouldn't you like to know?"

--

While the Contest of Champions was going on, Pyth had retreated into his favorite hidden chambers within the royal family's castle with a torch in hand to search for something he hadn't checked up on in decades. Raising his torch to the wall, the Jormagundrs' royal vizier examined a series of stone wall carvings depicting what could come in the future.

They displayed images depicting what appeared to be figures resembling Steven and Black Rutile fighting each other in the arena, then shaking hands, followed by the two of them facing a large humanoid figure with hair resembling White Diamond's, and then them preparing to fight an even bigger snake creature.

"It is just as the prophecy foretold." Pyth stated ominously. "The sword and the shield shall soon reach an understanding after the shield learns of the sword's true inner self, just in time for Ragnarok."

--

"Dang, Black Rutile is really going all out." Greg muttered in surprise at Black Rutile's emotional outburst. "Never expected her to be that broken."

"She's lying, I just know it!" Connie yelled as she struggled to rush out into the arena and back up Steven against Black Rutile. "Black Rutile would never say something like that; she has to be faking it!"

"Connie, please calm down!" Pearl said while holding Connie back from recklessly charging into battle. "I know you love Steven, but I think he can handle himself here."

"Still, I've never seen Black Rutile like this before." White Topaz added. "I've been working with her for ages, and even I don't think she would get this emotional."

"Maybe it's because of how Steven ruined her life." Aquamarine said as she fluttered into view, with Eyeball, Holly Blue, and Cat's Eye beside her. "Think of it: she is only now venting all of her frustrations because, in this world, violence is both the only question and the answer."

"And the answer is yes!" Eyeball added cheerfully.

"Ugh, these guys." Lapis groaned in disgust. "What'll it take for you just to give up already?"

"In all seriousness, even we're questioning our loyalty to Black Rutile right now." Holly Blue declared. "We're so sick of her complaining about her losing; we almost selected a superior leader to replace her!"

"But unfortunately, Black Rutile and his new friend had to come in and ruin our fun!" Cat's Eye declared dramatically and swooned into Holly Blue's arms. "Now we are well and truly lost!"

"I'll believe it when I see it, drama queen." Jasper scoffed in disbelief as everyone turned back to watch the fight with bated breath. The battle between Steven and Black Rutile had just gotten more intense than ever, escalating from a duel between rivals to a clash of warriors. But who would make it out of this fight alive was left to the viewers.

--

"What's wrong, boyo? Too scared to keep fighting?!" Black Rutile snarled viciously as she threw her bowie knife at Steven's eye, only for him to block it with his shield and accidentally injure a Slytherophidian in the audience. "Oh, I get it; you want to go easy on me because you think I'm just so scared and misunderstood!"

"I know what you're going through, Black Rutile. There was a time when I felt scared and alone, too!" Steven exclaimed as he continued fighting back. "Of course, that was half because you made me feel like everything I did was for nothing!"

"Everything you did was for nothing, you pink brat!" Black Rutile responded as she jumped into the air and tried attacking Steven from behind. However, something began to change within Steven in the seconds before she would land the finishing blow.

"You're really just going to stand there and let her kill you?" a familiar voice in Steven's head asked. "Do you give up? Will you abandon their hope? Can you not feel their desperation?" Steven's eyes lit up in shock as the world around him froze, the only ones moving being himself and a being who looked just like him, only more muscular with pink skin and his hair in a pompadour. "Will evil forever rule the universe? HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN?!"

"You again!" Steven yelled at Inner Steven, facing him. "What do you want with me now? What have I forgotten?"

"I'm asking if you've forgotten what it means to stand up for yourself." Inner Steven said, turning Steven around to face Black Rutile, ready to stab him in the back. "Tell me, my friend, are you ready to surrender and let a monster like her claim the victory she craved for so long?"

"But what if she isn't a monster?" Steven asked his darker half. "Fighting her has given me a whole new perspective on Black Rutile as a person. She feels so lost and alone, and it's all my fault. Maybe if she stopped trying to kill me for a minute, maybe we can finally talk things out!"

"Oh please, she's probably lying as always to play with your sympathy." Inner Steven shook his head in disgust before he got an idea. "As a matter of fact, why don't I take the wheel for a bit? I've been wanting some action for a long time now."

"Well, if that's what you want, then by all means," Steven sighed in resignation before stepping away to let Inner Steven take hold. "go get her, tiger."

"You're too kind, my little friend." Inner Steven grinned happily as time resumed to normal, and Black Rutile was about to stab Steven in the back. However, she was quickly met with Steven grabbing her sword by the blade, not caring about the injuries to his hand it would cause, before saying one word in a very deep voice. "FALL!"

Steven's increased volume sent Black Rutile flying back into the arena walls, creating a significant dent in the wall as the Slytherophidians gawked at Steven's sudden change. Not even the two hecklers had any wisecracks to make because of how shocking this was.

"W-what is this?" Black Rutile stuttered in shock at this new development. "Who are you?! Where is Steven?!"

"He's gone." Steven, now under the control of Inner Steven, declared as his body became a pink silhouette with glowing white eyes and a pair of shields in his hands.

"What did you just say?!" Black Rutile shouted. "Answer me!"

"He's GOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!" Steven boomed loud enough to create a shockwave that rocked the Ouraborium and the entire surrounding city, causing everybody inside to fall over from the sudden yell.

"Wait, this is just like when I removed his gem!" White exclaimed hopefully while the other Diamonds trembled in fear. "If this is anything like that time, then Black Rutile is toast!"

"Steven, you can't do that!" Black Rutile yelled angrily. "This victory is mine!" With an angry battle cry, the Rutile charged at Steven with her sword, ready to kill, only to be grabbed by the face and slammed into the ground. "What happened to you, Steven?! Why are you like this? Answer me, blast you!"

"This is what happens when I cut loose and show you how powerful I really am." Steven announced before picking Black Rutile up and throwing her to the sky before zipping towards the airborne Gem with superhuman speed and striking her with everything he's got. "ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA-OWATTA!"

"Make it stop, make it stop!" Black Rutile screeched as she felt every last bit of hatred Steven had for her with every attack. But no matter how much she wanted to, she could never poof from the amount of damage she was taking, almost as if Steven wanted her to suffer all the pain she wrought upon others.

As Black Rutile landed on the ground in a cloud of dust while Steven descended from the air, the only thing she could do now was plead for mercy. "No more, Steven Universe! Grant me mercy, I beg of you!"

"You, who are without mercy, now plead for it?" Steven scoffed in disgust at Black Rutile's attempted surrender. "I thought you were made of sterner stuff."

"That's what you think!" Black Rutile briefly regained her bravado and drew her sword, but Steven deflected the attack with his twin shields before grabbing the blade and twisting it into a corkscrew shape.

"No need to wonder where your god is, Black Rutile, for he is right here." Steven declared menacingly, his threat sending shivers down the audience's spines. "And he is fresh out of mercy."

"Oh, how cute, he thinks he's a-." Black Rutile chuckled before she realized what Steven was about to do. "OH SHIT!" With another punch to the face, Black Rutile skidded to the ground so hard she was almost buried within Serpentes's surface. As she burst one hand out of the arena's floor to pick herself back up, Steven stepped on her face, and Black Rutile was forced back into the hole.

"This is where you belong, Black Rutile. Under. My. Heel." Steven coldly declared as Black Rutile continued trying to escape. "Had enough yet?"

"You know what? I give up." Black Rutile said, causing Steven to stop stomping on her as she exited the hole and onto her knees. "Go ahead, kill me. Kill me now." Steven was silent, as if he was hesitating to put her down. "DO IT!"

"FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!" the Slytherophidians chanted as they beckoned the empowered Steven to shatter Black Rutile just as Steven returned to his senses and realized what he had just done.

"No!" Steven boldly declared upon regaining his humanity. "I refuse to kill someone who's already dead inside as is!" The Slytherophidians gasped in shock at Steven's announcement, but unlike the last time something like this happened, where they made him the scourge of Serpentes, they were willing to hear him out this time. "Just look at Black Rutile here. She's lost everything. Her power, her status, even her dignity. Everything she's been through has reduced my opponent into a pathetic shell of her former self, and I do not think shattering her would grant her any kind of sweet release she would be looking for. Why kill her when she's already killed herself?"

"So that's it? You're sparing me?" Black Rutile muttered in disbelief before she immediately grabbed onto his pant leg like an upset child. "Why?! Why can't you shatter me already?! I've ruined your life, turned you against your friends, and turned the whole universe against you! Why can't you just hate me like I do?!"

"Because after hearing you vent your anger," Steven coldly responded. "nobody hates you more than yourself." On that last word, Steven left the humiliated Black Rutile to be gawked at by the shocked snake people like she was some kind of endangered species. Perhaps Steven was right. No one did hate Black Rutile more than herself. And this made her very worried.

"Uh, this was certainly an unexpected end to such an intense fight." King Cobralan announced as he tried to ease the tension thick enough to be cut with the sharpest swords in the universe. "How about we go to halftime then?!" The Slytherophidians all cheered at the suggestion while their fearless leader wiped the sweat off his brow. "Oh geez, I do not want to know how the Lapidarist will hear about this!"

"Hmph, pathetic." Nosiop scoffed in dismay at Black Rutile's meltdown as a pair of Slytherophidian guards took her away. Regardless of her performance, she was still needed for his plan to succeed, but Nosiop knew she would need to be taken off the board soon.

--

Minutes later, Black Rutile was left to wallow in shame in her personal quarters at the Ouraborium, utterly humiliated by her defeat and how Steven refused to kill her no matter how much she begged him to end her suffering. But no matter what she did, Steven refused to cave into the pressure of others and stuck true to his ideals. "I thought this time, just this once, I thought I was gonna get what I was fighting for."

"Hey, Black Rutile, remember me?" White Topaz said as she entered Black Rutile's quarters to comfort her old master despite how much she was abused in the past. "I just thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing. Man, Steven absolutely destroyed you back there, huh?"

"Don't remind me." Black Rutile sulked angrily as she turned away. "The nerve of that boy, thinking I was more like Pink Diamond than I realized, and how nobody hated me more than me. Can you believe him?! Always projecting his own issues onto others!"

"But it's true, you are like Pink Diamond!" White Topaz agreed with Steven's accusations. "You got everything you could ever want, yet you still think that isn't enough, so you decided to become an evil megalomaniac bent on conquering the universe because you think you'd be a much better leader than any of the Diamonds combined."

"Because that's what I built my identity on! Or at least I thought I did." Black Rutile stated. "Until I learned that everything I worked for was because White Diamond found my dreams of greatness funny. I swear on my gem, once I learn more about the Lapidarist, I will restore everything to its proper order, except that only I shall be made leader of all Gemkind!"

"Then you truly are lost." White Topaz declared sadly, having now lost all hope in helping Black Rutile make a change. "Goodbye, my Rutile."

As White Topaz turned away and left Black Rutile behind, her former superior could only cry out for her ex-bodyguard to come back. "Topaz, get back here at once! Topaz!" The doors shut behind White Topaz, leaving Black Rutile alone in her room. "TOPAZ!" She fruitlessly pounded on the door with tears in her eyes, desperately trying to get White Topaz's attention, but to no avail.

What once was a proud, arrogant conqueror with delusions of grandeur was now a broken, lonely shell of her former self. Thus continues the tragic tale of the life of Black Rutile.

--

"What was all that for?!" Steven yelled at Inner Steven in the meantime. "You could've gotten Black Rutile seriously hurt or worse!"

"It's the least she deserves after all she's done to you." Inner Steven firmly retorted while folding his metaphorical arms. "Let's see, lying to you and all your friends, attempting to kill you, gaslighting you into betraying your friends, attempting to destroy the Earth multiple times, shall I go on? Going easy on her just wouldn't be enough if you ask me. Consider yourself lucky you made it out with your mental health intact."

Just then, there was a knock at Steven's door. "We'll settle this later, Inner Me. I think someone wants to see me." Steven said to the personification of his darker impulses as he opened the door to find Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl beside King Cobralan. "Oh hey, guys. Sorry, I got you all worried back there."

"Nah, we're not talking about how you utterly creamed Black Rutile in your fight." Amethyst shook her head morosely.

"We're here because King Cobralan wants to speak with you about something." Garnet added before nodding to Pearl.

"So, Your Majesty, what did you want to say to him?" Pearl asked the Slytherophidian king.

"I wanted to tell Steven that it's time he learns the truth." King Cobralan said forebodingly.

--

In Loving Memory of David McCallum

September 19, 1933 – September 25, 2023

"So many different ways to tell a story, but that's what makes them so interesting. You can never predict how they're going to turn out."

-Professor Paradox, Ben 10 Omniverse: "And Then There Were Ben"

So ends quite possibly the longest chapter of Snake Eyes yet, and how fitting that it's the chapter marking the halfway point. From here on out, Black Rutile has turned into full tragic villain, we get more hints on her big scheme with Nosiop and Pyth, and next time, Steven learns the origins of the Gems we've all been waiting for. And I can assure you, it'll be one of the biggest bomb drops I've written not just for Alternate Future, but for any of my stories in general. See you then.

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Some S1 Dad songs :)

@leif-666 (Hope you don't mind the ping!) WELP I was gonna respond to your post asking for songs about the dads with a few of my own but ended up writing way too many so I'm making it a separate post hahaha

Feel free to pester me for explanations/elaboration on any of these choices- or for more songs for a specific dad! (That goes for anyone else who happens to see this too lol)

I hope a few of these end up being what you're looking for!

General songs (about all of them):

The way (by Fastball)

Soldier, poet, king (by The Oh Hellos) - ik this one is kind of a meme now but this song will always be Ron singing about the other dads in my head LOL

In our bedroom after the war (by Stars)

Masterpiece Theatre 3 (by Marianas Trench)

For Darryl: (not enough atm need to think a bit)

The Good In Me (by Jon Bellion)

Ice (by Jon Bellion) - about him and Grant!

For Henry:

Home (by Villagers) - really just a general Oak song that makes me sad

Tiny Human (by Imogen Heap)

The Exit (by Forgive Durden)

Who are you really (by Mikky Ekko)

Below the Surface (by Griffinilla) - yeah it's a FNFAF song lol

When the Day Met the Night (by Panic! at the Disco)

Cucurucu (by Nick Mulvey)

Here comes the sun (by the Beatles)

Go places (by The New Pornographers)

The Little Things Give You Away (by Linkin Park)

For Ron:

2-1 (by Imogen Heap)

Creep (by Radiohead)

Tribute (by Tenacious D)

Everybody Likes You (by Lemon Demon)

For Glen:

Can you tell a lot of songs make me think of Glenn lmao

Blame it on rock and roll (by Tillian)

Here's to the Zeros (by Marianas Trench)

Orphan Tears (by Your Favorite Martian)

The Devil Went Down to Georgia (by The Charlie Daniels Band)

Big Shot (by Billy Joel)

Isolation Years (by Opeth)

Burning in the Skies (by Linkin Park)

Promises (by Jhene Aiko)

No Place Like Home (by Marianas Trench)

Jailhouse Rock (by Elvis Presley)

Other Friends (from Steven Universe but the Natewantstobattle cover)

Jolene (by Dolly Parton)

While My Guitar Gently Weeps (usually I associate the Regina Spector cover with Glenn and the original Beatles version with Nick)

A Walk Through Hell (by Say Anything) - THIS SONG IF YOU LISTEN TO ANY ONE OF THESE MAKE IT THIS

No Geography (by The Chemical Brothers)

Slim Pickens Does the Right Thing and Rides the Bomb to Hell (by The Offspring)

Kill the DJ (by Green Day)

My Way (especially the Andy Black cover)

Janet (by Kiss Kiss)

Viva la Vida (by Coldplay)

Please don't jump (it's Christmas) (by Dallon Weekes)

I have friends in Holy Spaces (by Panic! At the Disco)

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The Book of Life (Hal Hartley, 1998)

Cast: Martin Donovan, PJ Harvey, Dave Simonds, Thomas Jay Ryan, Miho Nikaido, D.J. Mendel, Katreen Hardt, James Urbaniak. Screenplay: Hal Hartley. Cinematography: Jim Denault.��Art direction: Andy Biscontini. Film editing: Steve Hamilton. 

The Girl From Monday (Hal Hartley, 2005)

Cast: Bill Sage, Sabrina Lloyd, Tatiana Abracos, Leo Fitzpatrick, D.J. Mendel, James Urbaniak, Juliana Francis, Gary Wllmes, Edie Falco. Screenplay: Hal Hartley. Cinematography: Sarah Cawley. Production design: Inbal Weinberg. Film editing: Steve Hamilton. Music: Hal Hartley. 

As the millennium approached -- remember the Y2K jitters? -- two producers from the French company Haut et Court teamed with a European TV network and asked filmmakers from around the world to make hourlong movies that would reflect their visions of the imminent future. Hal Hartley, fresh off the success of Henry Fool (1997), was the American director chosen, and The Book of Life was his response. It's a fable about the Second Coming: Jesus (Martin Donovan) arrives in New York City, tasked by God to fulfill the prophecies about the end of the world recounted in the book of Revelation. He is accompanied by Mary Magdalene (PJ Harvey). Jesus likes New York and its people so much that after retrieving the Book of Life (an Apple Powerbook) from a storage locker (No. 666) and breaking the fifth of the seven seals he calls the whole thing off. Apocalypse? Nah. His decision is hotly protested by attorneys from the firm of Armageddon, Armageddon, and Jehoshaphat. God, Jesus observes, is all about the Law, so lawyers are his favorites. Jesus is somewhat aided by Satan (Thomas Jay Ryan) who wants the world to continue so he has somewhere to meddle. The film's brevity is its chief virtue: Too much more and the wit would have cloyed -- as it sometimes does -- into whimsy. The humanistic outlook of the film seems to have stuck with Hartley into his next movie, The Girl From Monday, a venture into science fiction that doesn't quite work. In the future, the United States has become a conglomerate, and people are traded on the stock exchange. (The more sex they have, for example, the higher their value.) Bill Sage plays Jack, an advertising executive who is secretly a member of the resistance to this new order, but he's so disillusioned that he drives to the seashore where he plans to kill himself. Instead, he just passes out after taking pills, and awakes to see a woman (Tatiana Abracos) emerge from the sea. She's an alien from a planet where people are part of an incorporate whole, and when he asks her name she says "No Body." Jack takes her home with him and teaches her how to perform simple physical tasks like drinking and eating. He also learns that she's there to bring back with her a fellow being from her planet (known on Earth as Monday after its discoverer) who came to Earth years ago. The problem with The Girl From Monday is that the satire on consumerism doesn't mesh well with the sci-fi premise. The film is a muddle of ideas, many of which are half-baked. Hartley's inspiration is said to have been Jean-Luc Godard's Alphaville (1965), but Godard's movie has a coherence and dry wit The Girl From Monday lacks.   

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So... I didn't really intend to do a family tree for stuff like the Novice Troopers in WA4, and the like thirty variations on Brionac forces soldiers since those are all just confined to one game, WA4. But as far as prologue, or at least early game enemies go, that sort of only leaves one thing for WA4...

CHORONZON, initially mislocalized as COLONZON is actually the pillar of this otherwise pretty meager family of monsters. It gets a dramatic overhaul in WA2, but then gets simplified into a floating orb again in Code F. It's actually a reference to a demon invented by famous 16th century occultist Edward Kelly and John Dee, but very notably fixated upon by Aleister Crowley, founder of the Thelema religion, and well known member of the Hermitic Order of the Golden Dawn, whom we will address in a moment...

NIGHTMARE is a curious entry to this, considering it is in fact not portrayed as a horse as in the titular Henry Fuseli painting, despite WA1 actually have two distinctive horse related enemy models (The GHOSTRIDER/DULLAHAN, and the GAMIGIN/BLOODHORN) nor as any kind of impish devil as is otherwise a little more common. No idea why it's a buncha bloody orbs.

PROMETHEUS is a recolor of the CHORONZON model introduced in WA2. It's a cool model over all, and while it suits CHORONZON's broader mystic and occult themes well enough, it's a tad strange for the Greek Prometheus to be wielding not just a staff of fire, but also one for water, and what appears to be stone, and I think wood(?), and a gear --not to mention the yin and yang suspended from the head ornament, or the vast night sky under the robe.

but finally this brings us to the WA4 entries: SCOUTER, INSPECTOR and BULLSEYE, not demons or nightmares like their predecessors, but robotic drones used by the Brionac forces. Kind of anticlimactic if I'm being honest...I've put them all together because like most of the recolors or Brionac forces they're just marginal level ups of one another in both name and design.

There's also THERION, misromanized as TEREON. It's actually part of a dual linage along side the monster MASTER CROWLEY, also butchered in localization as just CRAWLY. "Therion" or "Master Therion" was an epithet assumed by Crowley himself as god of his own religion and supposed Beast of the Book of Revelation. (Yes, Crowley was really that much of an edgelord) All that to say that MASTER THERION, shortened to just M.THERION, in WA2 seems to merge the lineage of those two WA1 monsters.

Although oddly enough there's also the otherwise unrelated monster GREATER BEAST that was introduced in WA2 and confusingly localized as XELAS initially but corrected in later games. It is more overtly based on The Beast of Revelation. In WA2 it is monster #333 in the bestiary, half of 666.

WA2 also introduces PRIMEVALS as a recolor of MASTER THERION. It appears to be named after the, then infamously unfinished stop motion monster film of the same name. It reappeared in WA5 with the only slightly mishandled name PRIME VALS. Against all odds the stop motion movie started by David Allen in the 1970s was actually completed just this past July(2023) after more than 50 years in hiatus and development hell.

Then there's the DEVONOVA enemy that shared CRAWLY's model in WA1. It appears to be a reference to an enemy in the 1970s tokusatsu series, Lionmaru(which the Guardian Lord Justine references) although the physical descriptions don't really line up very well. In any case it continues to appear throughout the franchise, sharing later models with...

MINATOUS is weird... I have no idea where this name came from. The Japanese is written as MI-NA-TU-SU[ミナトゥス] and what's super weird is that TU[トゥ] is very specifically the sound "TOO/TWO" and nothing else, so "TOU" is most certainly not how it should have been romanized, but I have no idea what it was aiming for. It's clearly not trying to be "Minotaur." It's actually weirdly close to the latin "Dominatus" meaning a "Lord" or "Ruler" or "Dominator," which would even sort of gel with the MASTER CROWLEY association, but obviously it is missing the "Do-" at the front, so that doesn't seem right... That's as close to a real idea as I've got.

and finally, A BAO A QU, a monster seemingly invented by Jorge Luis Borges for his Manual de zoología fantástica(aka El libro de los seres imaginaro) although he purports it to be a Malay myth attributed to an author and book that do not exist. (although it appears some people have attempted to trace this fictitious etymology back to a corruption of "Abang Aku," Indonesian for "My Brother.") It is much more likely however to have entered the Japanese popculture lexicon via the original 1979 Mobile Suit Gundam anime, where the A Baoa Qu was space fortress where the final battle of the series took place.

[cyanidetooth]

The Corporate Office! Royal Trux! The Germs! The Replacements! The Dishrags! Die Verlierer! PANIKATAX! Crime Desire! X! Johnson Unit! Rouge! Vangas! Marcel Wave! Rider/Horse! Ismatic Guru! Gay Cum Daddies! Sexual Jeremy! Love 666! Phil & The Tiles! Attic Ted! Scarlet Drops! The Sheaves! What Kind of Human Have I Become! High Risk Group! 22 Beaches! Herald! Yawn Control! Rat Henry! Burning Love Jumpsuit! Porta d'Oro! Max Nordile Hair Clinic! Sprung Aus Den Wolken! CHBB! Atsushi Izumi! Ghost Dubs!

[firstprince-ao3feed]

five years that's all we've got

by onthewaytosomewhere (mae) this weeks ficlets are all based off pride-based prompts Words: 666, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Ficlets of the Friday Variety Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Mentioned June Claremont-Diaz - Character Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: alex and henry moment at the lake house, alex has pride thoughts, and thoughts about greek statues too i guess, Naked Cuddling, Boys In Love, Thoughts and feels via https://ift.tt/PVjvhcr

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666: THE BEAST Reviews and free online

666: The Beast is a 2007 supernatural horror film in which the devil child from 666: The Child is now an adult and is determined to fulfill his destiny as the Antichrist. Written and directed by Nick Everhart (The Penny Dreadful Picture Show; Chilling Visions: 5 Senses of Fear, segment ‘Smell’) based on characters created by Benjamin Henry (666: The Child). The Asylum production stars Chad…