#also hellcat reference

[mo-gxn]

some nark for snarl/cigarette

[seoafin]

happy kinktober (2.4k)

stsg x fem!reader

MDNI; threesome, mfm, pronebone, overstimulation, toys, mating press, marathon sex, c-curseplay............stsg get off to being married (they refer to themselves as your husbands), breeding kink, restraining, stsg absolute menaces warning

18+ only

You cum again for the fourth time in the last hour with a long, muffled cry. Satoru greedily takes in the sight of your legs trembling as you drip onto the sheets, the folds of your cunt pulsing the long vibrating silicone embedded deep into you. He can see the walls of your pussy tighten in an attempt to push out the intrusion, to relieve the overstimulation, but it fails.

Suguru doesn't even look at you, seemingly engrossed in the book in his lap, but Satoru can tell Suguru's patience is waning. His eyes trace the line of words down the page at a speed slow enough to tell Satoru that his interests lie outside of the book.

Mainly, in your spread body, forced open by a curse of Suguru's as the toy he placed in you an hour prior overwhelms you to the brink.

Satoru watches the black tendrils gyrate around the length of your thighs, completely exposing you to them. Suguru had placed you in a particularly humiliating position, ass raised to the air, face planted in the sheets, arms and hands bound by a black rope like entity Suguru had chanced upon during a mission a couple of years ago. Satoru can almost feel the tightness around his own wrists, the memory of it binding his own legs, and he grows even harder, cock straining against his pants.

It's perverted, it's perverse, watching the curse curl around your naked, glistening body, caressing you like a lover while you cry out for them. It's all Suguru in the end. The curses are a part of him, in a way that Satoru doesn��t blink at.

It’s different when someone else touches you, with an ease that signifies a lack of understanding for their position. You are not someone who can be casually touched anymore. Not by any man that isn’t them. 

You breathe out a sob. You've given up trying to upright yourself with your latest orgasm, and the tentacles dig into your flesh as you let yourself fall limp, your exhaustion evident. You've made a mess of the sheets, and all Satoru can think about is having you make an even bigger one.

Suguru closes his book.

Satoru grins. Without another word he shrugs off his shirt, and unbelts his pants.

When Suguru sits on the bed next to you, he easily pulls out the toy from you, glinting and wet with your juices, and you exhale shakily, relieved. The curse shrinks away at its master’s presence until it's only wrapped around your wrists, trapped behind your back. Suguru turns you around, and the two of them gaze at your weary body, your tear stained face, for a little longer.

“Have Satoru and I been neglecting you?” Suguru asks lightly, knuckles brushing the wetness from your cheek. His voice takes on a consolingly sweet murmur, “We’ve been busy lately, haven’t we.”

A repeat cycle of missions and meetings and days, seeing Suguru’s face in passing, and yours not at all. You’ve been holing yourself in your apartment for the last couple of days coaxing that hellcat of yours out of its place underneath the couch. As if sensing the approaching move, it had refused to come out, distressing you greatly. But Satoru is a new man, with patience and generosity to spare. He’ll endure that horrible ugly cat of yours (which looks nothing like him) that you refuse to be without, the monotony of missions and meetings, the constant squawking of the higher ups, if only to come home to you and Suguru at the end of the day.

And the rings of your fingers.

He’s a married man now, after all.

Everything changes when a man gets married, he thinks, looking at you. For better or worse, you’ve given yourself to them, unaware that they’ve also given themselves to you.

You blink, staring up at them with confusion marring your face. “N-no…?”

Suguru smiles. You balk, as if finally understanding where this conversation is heading. Satoru has to give you some points though, it’s taken quicker than it once would’ve for you to understand.

“That’s a shame,” Suguru breathes, “Satoru and I missed you,” he trails a finger down the valley of your breasts, and you shudder, squeezing your eyes tight as your nipples perk in response. Satoru can imagine your wrists straining against the confines of your binds.

“Aren’t you lucky,” Satoru crows, with a wide grin, enjoying the wide eyed panic settling on your face. “Having not one, but two husbands that miss you so diligently.”

“I missed you two too!” You blurt out, embarrassment alight on your face, more for the predicament you seem to be in than the words itself. Satoru could listen to you say you missed him over and over, if only you’d indulge him. It seems to him these are the only moments you’re most truthful to yourself. You never understand, not fully. You’ve always rationalized their love in ways it doesn’t make sense, especially when it’s never been rational in the first place. 

Satoru’s never been a picky man when it comes to you. He’ll take your increasingly distressed declarations of love over nothing. He knows they’re genuine at heart.

Maybe it’s all a last ditch attempt to placate them, to ask for forgiveness, but there’s only one way to placate the both of them, and it won’t be with words.

He moves closer to you, slotting himself between your legs as his hands spread you open once more. You make a small noise when you feel the hardness of him pressed to your slick sex.

“You’ll make Satoru jealous,” Suguru says, eyes glinting, as Satoru lines his cock up at your glistening entrance, “if you don’t give him as many orgasms as you gave that toy.”

“Double the amount,” he agrees with a heated look. Until you’re not thinking of anything but them. The way his cock splits you open and touches you in places only he can reach. He’ll make you feel so good you never entertain the attention of another man ever again. And then maybe he’ll grant you some reprieve. He can’t promise the same of Suguru though.

After Suguru, you might be a little too messed up to function properly for the next couple of days, but Satoru can think of nothing better than the two of them having you to themselves until reason inevitably grabs hold of you.

You try to squirm away, but to Satoru’s delight, black tendrils snake back around your thighs and hold you open. Suguru smiles innocently.

“I’m…” you hiccup, squeezing your eyes shut, “sorry…”

“I know,” Suguru says, settling into the bed, and freeing his cock from his pants. Satoru watches his hand firmly grip the base of his leaking cock, and wonders if Suguru’ll let him suck him off after he finishes his turn with you.

Suguru pushes the hair from your face, and kisses your sweaty forehead.

Your previous orgasms make it easier to slip into you, and Satoru sighs when the familiar wet heat of your pretty pussy sucks him in. Nothing in the world compares to the feeling of when he and Suguru fuck you together, in seperate holes, or one, but this comes pretty close.

“Ngh…” you moan, no doubt already sore and overextended as he pushes into you, past the lingering tightness. If Satoru didn’t know better, you’d be a virgin with how tightly your walls cling to him, but he knows he and Suguru have thoroughly divested you of that title long ago.

Satoru hums, stilling himself inside of you, letting you really feel him, despite the urge to wildly thrust. You lay almost limp before him, blinking away the wetness in your eyes. He smiles. “I guess I’ll just have to show you how much your husband missed you, yeah?”

Without another word of warning, he pulls out, and thrusts into you fully. You choke on your breath as he begins to fuck you in earnest, letting his cock drag against your folds before touching that part of you inside that he knows makes you lightheaded. His hands are wrapped around your waist, the black tendrils doing the work of keeping your hands bound, and your legs spread, forcing you down to him at the same timing of his thrusts.

You’re already on the cusp of another orgasm, sobbing, lips trembling in a way Satoru is tempted to bite. A few more thrusts and you’re shaking, squeezing around him as everything gets even wetter. It takes everything not to bury himself to the hilt, brush against your cervix, and come inside of you. 

His gaze drops to your cunt, to where the two of you are connected, and his blood runs hotter. Suguru is watching, pumping his wet length, chest starting to heave as he approaches what Satoru knows won’t be his final orgasm of the night. He’ll be inside you before long, painting your insides white, their seeds mixing into a mess inside you. 

The three of you, together, always together. It gives him a high akin to violence, to know you’re indisputably theirs in a way nobody can say anything about anymore, even you. You gave that right away when you said yes.

The room is obscenely loud as he fucks into you, wet squelches and the slap of skin against skin. Your legs have gone limp, held up only by Suguru’s curse, and your breathing goes funny in a way that makes him even harder.

“You’ve got some nerve,” he grunts, sinking himself into the hilt once more, “neglecting your husbands.” He hasn’t even played with your clit yet, hasn’t really made you sorry like he knows he could, but you’re already approaching your next orgasm, and even he isn’t strong enough to let you come by yourself. “Don’t worry,” Satoru says breathily, “We’ll take our time with you tonight. Make up for lost time. You’ll indulge your husbands, huh?”

You don’t get a chance to answer, or even register his question.

His hips slam into yours with reckless abandon, fingers marking indents into your hips. Satoru watches your face twist, watches as you try to fight off your impending orgasm, watches the shameless pleasure on Suguru’s face when you start to become incoherent underneath him. He feels the vice tight squeeze of your cunt, and presses your raised thighs until they’re nearly level with your chest. With one final thrust, he comes inside of you, feels your pussy pulse with his release. Your feet on either side of his head twitch with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You’re a pretty sight, nearly bent in half, half sobs escaping your mouth, his hands on both sides of your head, as he keeps your hips flush together. Every small movement sends the legs resting on his shoulder into overdrive. He meets Suguru’s gaze, trails his eyes down the flexing muscles of Suguru’s abdomen, to the painfully erect need between his open thighs.

Satoru snorts. Sometimes he can’t decide on whether or not Suguru is a masochist or a sadist. If he’s indulgent to the point of excess, then Suguru is restrained to the point of delayed gratification. 

You shiver when Satoru slips out of you, your leaking cunt a sticky mess. You look blankly serene, gazing up at the ceiling. Not a single thought in that head of yours, just the way he likes it. He and Suguru have always been of the opinion that you think too much. If he can give you quiet, then he’ll consider it one of his husbandly duties.

He almost feels bad for you when Suguru claims his seat, after giving him a long kiss. Satoru can’t help but reach and give Suguru’s cock a hard squeeze, relishing the harsh grunt that leaves his throat, and the warning nip of Suguru’s teeth against his neck.

You blink, as if regaining some semblance of cognizance, when Suguru’s hardness taps against your stomach, smearing it wet with precum.

You blink when Suguru brushes your face with his knuckles, takes your hand, adorned with the ring they had given you, entwines your fingers, and smiles.

-

Satoru watches as Suguru fucks you in a new position. It looks like punishment, and it must feel like punishment too. The rough, measured thrust of his hips slaps against your nearly limp form, a foamy white ring around his cock as he unrelenting spears into you. The weight of him against your back pushes your body deeper into the bed. Rivulets of come slide down the curve of your ass, dripping onto the sheets. 

You’ve long given up on trying to fight. Suguru had unbound your hands in what seemed as if it might be temporary forgiveness. But then you had tried to run away. Suguru can be capricious too, because after sighing earlier that he could be tempted into forgiveness with a few more direct ‘I love you’s’, he had decided then and there that you needed to be thoroughly chastened. Your wrists hadn’t left your back since. 

Suguru’s fingers are wrapped around your throat, with just enough effort to keep your head upright as he murmurs into your ear. 

When Satoru sticks two fingers in your mouth, and presses against your tongue, your jaw easily falls slack, drool pooling down his wrist. Your eyes are glazed over, any indication of consciousness in the slight shift of your breathing.

This might be the most fucked out Satoru has ever seen you. And he’s seen you in multiple, varying states of dissociation following sex. He feels his dick twitch in interest, a rush of blood following. A challenge it’d be, to bring you back to a world of awareness. To have you calling his name after you had been nearly unresponsive just minutes prior.

Suguru comes with an exhale, and you with a whimper as tears rush to the surface of your eyes, animating you back to life once more. Suguru spends the next few minutes rutting his hips into you, fucking their cum back into you with a vigor that tells Satoru that he’s thinking about children. 

The two of them have come inside of you so many times that Satoru thinks there isn’t a possibility of you not being pregnant. They’ve made a game of it, whose seed will be the first to take. You leak when Suguru leaves you. The curse enveloping your wrists dissolves into air. Suguru takes your wrists with his hands, and gently rubs his finger over them.

The two of them look with unabashed interest when Satoru pushes down on the slight distension of your lower stomach, and you leak even more, a mixture of your slick and their come onto the sheets. You blearily watch, unable to do much more.

Satoru’s eye catches on the glint of the pretty rock on your finger as he pets your hair. You’re theirs now. Formally and forever. 

Well, he thinks. They have all the time in the world.

[fizziepopangel]

Daddy Husk

Much like Alastor, Husk would just acquire a child, unlike Alastor, he would accidentally acquire a child. He wouldn’t even realize he acquired a child at first.

Husk would most likely end up with a kid on the younger side because they would follow him around because, well…. He’s like a 6’0 talk walking plush toy to a kid. A small being would see him and just follow the kitty home.

Eventually Husk wouldn’t realize he acquired this small being until he got back to the hotel and Vaggie asked him when he took up babysitting…. Husk would panic when he turned and just saw the kid there, and he would try his damnedest to return them to wherever they came from.

When returning them to a parent didn’t work out, he would try to hand the kiddo off to Charlie since she’s better with people and emotions and she’s basically just a big kid herself, but at this point, the little one would be attached to him and would scream like a banshee when pried away from the hellcat, so of course he would assume responsibility for them until they found someone else to take them in.

Over the course of a few weeks of watching over the kid, Husk would find himself genuinely caring for them. It would start small, but the others would soon notice him drinking less, gambling less, eating healthier to encourage the kid to do the same, even teaching the kiddo at least one of the other languages he spoke.

Fatherhood would definitely soften him. It would start with the kid, it would end up carrying into his relationship with the others and help him build better friendships with them.

He would let the kiddo sit at the bar while he worked, but he would keep them a safe distance from the alcohol and he’d invest in age appropriate puzzles and coloring books and things to keep them busy.

Husk would be caught on multiple occasions humming lullabies when they wouldn’t sleep and even putting on little magic shows for them and the multiple stuffed animals the child had acquired in their time at the hotel.

And he would be so strict on who was left in charge of the kid when he couldn’t be. Charlie and/or Vaggie would be his first choices, then Angel, then Lucifer, then Pentious, then Razzle and Dazzle, then the egg bois, then Fat Nuggets, then Niffty, and if everyone was somehow busy, then maybe Alastor. But he says Hell would freeze over before he willingly put the radio demon in charge of any living thing.

If the child didn’t have a given name, or was at an age where they didn’t like their name, he would call them Grey. Charlie would gush over how adorable and gender neutral the name is and how nice that would be….. Husk wouldn’t have the heart to tell the princess that he named the kiddo after Grey Goose Vodka.

Despite having given them a name, Husk would swear up and down that he wasn’t attached to the kid.

The act would drop when they started referring to him as Dad. He would actually cry, and from that moment on, it would be clear to anyone that met them that this kid had him wrapped around their finger.

His usual chill/detached demeanor would vanish as he goes full 1st time parent/mama bear mode over this kid. He would try to keep his image up, but its hard to seem uncaring with a kid on your hip and a parenting book in your hand,and that would be his new normal aesthetic.

Any kid of Husk’s would absolutely love magic tricks, and he would teach them some simple tricks he thought they would learn. The kiddo would then turn around and use puppy dog eyes to convince Charlie to call all the hotel guests to the parlor where they would use the table as a stage to dazzle everyone with their poorly executed simple tricks. And yes, everyone would cheer.

On the very rare occasions that Husk allowed his child to spend time with the radio demon, he would always be present, and it would usually be Alastor letting them make little radio announcements on his show, or baking with Alastor and Niffty.

Niffty was also only allowed to spend time with the little one under adult supervision, but it didn’t always have to be Husk’s, so she would also play dress up with Angel and the little one where the three would go on elaborate adventures through the Roach Kingdom. Husk would then have to have a conversation with Niffty about not putting dead bugs in his kid’s hair.

Although he can be short-tempered, he would do his best to have patience with the kid, even doing some of the little workshops Charlie offered at the hotel on anger management and coping skills.

If he had a little girl, Husk would absolutely be that dad that lets his daughter pit ribbons and bows all over his fur.

He would smile more, and he would laugh more. Real laughs rather than sarcastic chuckles.

There’s no doubt that Husk would be one of those “back in my day….” parents whenever his kid complained about anything. 

Bonus:

If (*cough cough* when) Angel and Husk were to get into a relationship, Husk’s kids would call his partner Mama or Mama Angel. And seeing Husk with his kid would absolutely prompt Angel to say “I want 10 more”.

Husk constantly telling the kiddo to ask Angel when they want a piggy back ride because "He's taller, it'll be more fun". He blames it on having back pain but Angel calls bullshit.

[maddsmallow]

" "con, don't you ever fuckin' relax?"

"lieutenant, i'm a machine. i don't need to 'relax'."

"oh fuck you, come on, we're on break. loosen up a little or something. you can chill out from your fuckin' mission for the three minutes it'll take me to smoke this cigarette. and shut your mouth before you go telling me it isn't actually exactly three minutes on average to smoke a cigarette or whatever."

connie closes her mouth. a small addition to her list of missions to accomplish is made: try to appear "relaxed" to appease lieutenant anderson. a raise in friendship means an easier partner to work with, so connie carefully inspects the lieutenant's posture and does her best to replicate it. being a machine of plastic and metal certainly doesn't make it easy. "

hankcon, but gorls. did i base hank off of my butch lesbian manager at my old job at a sex toy store who was covered in spongebob tattoos? absolutely yes i did

mostly i just wanted to portray fem!hank as a Large Woman because i think there is a severe lack of that. broad with muscle hidden under fat, like the kind of woman who does shot put. so uh,,, ms trunchbull basically LMAO. deep voice, raspy from smoking and drinking, all that good stuff 😩👌 also peep the button on her jacket hehe

got some headcanons and stories for them under the cut!

-hank wears cargo shorts 100% of the time. no matter the weather or temperature. like, 'bill and ted at prom in shorts, but it's her at a dpd ceremony in cargo shorts' level. but not actually because i'm totally gonna draw her in a pantsuit later, totally not with connie on her hip in a slinky dress 👀

-also yes hank's shirt is a spongebob reference

-when people ask hank why she goes by hank and not her "real name," (which i like to headcanon is "henrietta") she always says, "oh it's actually a really funny story, i'll tell you later," and the later never comes lmao. or, if she does tell you, it's some made up wacky story that actually has nothing to do with giving herself the name hank. the real reason? she just likes it

-speaking of "henrietta," this story, 'if you know where to look' by ghost_teeth, works so fucking well with a lot of my headcanons about how their characters would be like genderbent! highly recommend it, and all their dbh stories honestly!

-connie has a compact gun (i asked my brother for examples and he said sig p365 or springfield hellcat, which i think work perfectly for this) holstered inside her jacket on the left side. also, i'm stealing this idea from this post (which basically almost has the same design for fem!connor (altho like, most designs for her are basically the same lmao)) but she also has a knife strapped to her thigh

-her skirt is actually made of some super high tech flexible and durable material, and she's got specific programming to make her balance crazy good, since she'll be running in heels. she's made to hunt and pursue deviants so obviously she needs to be able to run and jump. the outfit is only made to appear like a standard "business woman" to blend in with the humans she would be required to work with, but otherwise gives her everything/doesn't hold her back from doing what she needs to complete her mission. here's a bonus conversation i had with @extraordinaryandroid about it lmaoo:

-hank met connor-51 first for the ortiz case, but connie-52 (with 51's memories of course) came in the next day when it was announced they were to be officially paired to investigate deviants. cyberlife has their grubby lil hands in everything so of course they knew their RK800 unit would be paired with this lieutenant anderson before basically anyone else, and deemed that she'd get along better with a "female model" that she would find attractive. which of course has hank like WOW that's super weird and gross of y'all! and i fucking hate that it's working you pieces of shit at cyberlife !!!! but ofc connie's like "im a machine i dont even have a gender" all the while hank's sweatin major thirsty bullets

-at the cyberlife tower, connor-51 is the one to hold hank at gunpoint. how did he get hank to trust him? idk i haven't figured that out yet lmao, but the angst of connor-51 essentially taking the place of -60 from the game in the sense that he's clearly deviant in some capacity, in this context being that he feels connie stole the life he deserved (which he'd never admit) and now wants to suck up to cyberlife and be their best boi to feel important and special again and not knowing they'd just throw him away for the RK900 model, is very good imo. that was a very long sentence so i hope it made sense lmaoo. have i worked out all the details of how all that shit would work in a story? absolutely not, im too busy thinking about butch fem!hank making her robo girlfriend bluescreen in the bedroom 🤪

also if ur wondering wtf the background is, idk. my usual plain color gradient was too simple, but i did NOT want to put in the effort to do a whole ass real background, so i settled on something in between. meh, it's just them hagin' out behind the station on a smoke break ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[rei-ismyname]

Hi! I have a couple of questions for you regarding a topic that comics have neglected to the point of being ridiculous: romantic couples!

To start with, how do you write a romantic couple without making the usual mistakes?

Why is there a character, referring more to mutants, that no matter how hard the writers try, they can't give them a lasting relationship?

Who's your favorite romantic couple?

Which couple doesn't convince you, even if the writers insist?

Who among the mutants should not have any romantic ties until they resolve their issues?

Hello anon!

Interesting question/s. Romance! *Rubs hands.* I'm not sure if I'd agree that comics have neglected romance - or at least not only that - in fact pre-Marvel Timely (and even after) focused on romance comics for a long time. Patsy 'Hellcat' Walker might be the oldest Marvel character simply because she originated in the romance comic genre.

While Marvel expanded to horror, war etc and eventually pulp-turned superheroes, those romance roots were sunk deep. The romance formula is less about romance than romance comic tropes. You can see it through the 1963 run of X-Men where everyone, (including Chuck) pines for Jean. She in turn pines for Scott etc etc. I would argue that these roots blended with the general melodrama of cape comics and shifted into soap opera. However, Marvel identified their audience as white boys aged 6-11 (which I doubt was ever true) and, presuming their lack of interest, pushed it to the background.

Maybe that's semantics. I guess my point is that didn't really know how to write romance that wasn't sexist pulp, and they stopped trying to. Certain writers were more interested in romantic pairings than others, but it always comes back to drama through violence and selling books. Weddings sell books, sure, but so do breakups. Also, one writer will set up a couple and the next will ignore it or undo it.

That's fine, of course, but it does get in the way of long term couples. Even then, having to consider a relationship and give it page space takes time away from punching.

1. Honestly, I'm probably not the best person to answer this question. I have certainly studied and written a lot of creative works, but in terms of craft it's not really my department. It's a different proposition from genre to genre but I try to treat romantic relationships the same as any other - believable and relatable.

2. I kinda answered this in my opening paragraphs - the genre and serialisation doesn't really lend itself to romance. Characters status as IP gets in the way too, as Marvel especially tends to play it safe. They've been in business for decades without changing the status quo all that much, and certainly not permanently. There's exceptions to this, but there's just so many factors holding romantic pairings down - or keeping them together if the couple has become super popular. Take Betsy and Rachel, for instance. I love them together but writers don't seem to know what to do with them. Their books keep getting cancelled and it wouldn't surprise me if they were broken up. They get put in B or C tier books in a hostile environment with little margin for error, which makes it a self fulfilling prophecy.

3. Hmm. Favourite romantic couple. The loser husbands if I can pick them, but otherwise either Scott/Jean or Scott/Emma. Bei the Blood Moon and Cypher have a place in my heart too. Not sure about her place in the bioorganic transhumanist polycule Doug has with Warlock and Krakoa, but she certainly doesn't object. I like to think she slowly builds something with Warlock but doesn't really like Krakoa's smell or something. She puts in the work for Doug but now the point is moot bc The Island moved to another dimension of socialist bliss and Doug's a C3PO cosplayer now.

4. I'm sure there's plenty of others but Kitty and Colossus, of course. Terrible idea from the start and didn't improve. Not a big fan of Rogue and Gambit either. Their 'courtship' worked for me but I feel like they've become less than the sum of their parts. Maybe it's recency bias but they feel like 1.5 characters to me.

5 LOGAN. Also, pretty much everyone else. Definitely Logan though.

I'm aromantic and don't really think about this stuff a great deal. I don't ship; I more react to what's happening at present. These questions were difficult to answer so I hope they make sense.

❤️

[gen13ordinaryheroes]

Hi !!! Regarding that recently popular post of yours about female characters always existing to indulge the male protagonist or to get involved in something romantic I COULDN'T AGREE MORE , I don't know if it's bc I'm aromantic but I'm just so tired of getting into a movie, book, series with well written female characters only for the writers to give them some sort of romance that most of the times serves as a weakness , or is there to show that she is indeed human guys look she isn't a bitch who only cares about her work /purpose etc. Like give me a fucking break , women can have other flaws and weaknesses it doesn't always have to be a romance thing . It's almost like female characters can only make mistakes or act flawed only when it comes to romance otherwise they are annoying and problematic. There are so many media comics, books , anime, cartoons with male protagonists that never got them romantically involved and yet they are considered complex and fleshed out characters. GIVE ME FEMALE CHARACTERS LIKE THAT please 🙏. Sorry for my yapping , could you please recommend me some of your favorite media with female protagonists that dont focus on romance . I'll take anything, I'm desperate 😮‍💨

List compiled from checking my back-issues and polling multiple discord servers. Extremely comics-heavy because this is a comics blog.

(*) indicates that I have not personally read/watched/played/etc whatever is listed, so I can't personally vouch for it.

Also, due to the fact that I am not personally familiar with everything listed, I can't provide relevant content warnings. Some of these are significantly heavier than others. Some of these are parts of larger franchises that may not make since without background knowledge.

Comics/Graphic Novels:

Amethyst: Princess of Gemworld (1983), (1985), 1986 one-shot, Amethyst (1987).*

Batgirl (2000)

Batgirl (2009)* (these get separate entries because they're about different characters)

Birds of Prey (1999)* and (2010)*-- some romance, but it's not the focus

"Most Black Widow runs"*

Botticelli's Apprentice by Ursula Murray Husted*

Champions (2018) -- ensemble cast with multiple female characters. Some romantic plots, but not the focus.

Dark Spaces: Good Deeds (2023)

DIE (2018) -- ensemble cast with transfem/genderfluid lead. She is married, but her wife exists mostly off-screen, and romance isn't a major plotpoint.

Exiles (2018) -- team book with female lead, I don't think there's any romance, though characters may reference past romantic entanglements

Gotham Academy (2014)*

Harrow County (2015) -- I don't think there's any romance with the main character

Hawkgirl (2023)*

Huntress (1989) -- some light romance, but it's not the focus.

Lumberjanes* -- there is some romance between the leads, apparently, but the main focus is friendship.

Manhunter (2004)*

Patsy Walker, AKA Hellcat! (2015)*

Powergirl (1988) and (2009)*

Radiant Red (2022)* -- main character has a fiance but I am told this is not a major aspect

Scarlet Witch (2015)

Something is Killing the Children (2019-ongoing)

Unbeatable Squirrel Girl (2015), (2015-2017) -- this does feature some light romance, to memory, but I don't think it's central

Unstoppable Wasp (2017), (2018-2019)* (aspec main character and aspec writer)

Wonder Woman: the Hiketeia

Wonder Woman: Historia

World's Finest (2012)

X-23 (2010), All-New Wolverine (2015), and X-23 (2018)

X-Men (2013) -- almost entirely female cast, no romance

Gwenpool, the character-- I know some of her earlier stuff is rather romance-centered, or at least includes romantic plots, but more recently the character is explicitly aroace, so you might be interested.

Anime/Manga:

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure part 6: Stone Ocean* (some romance, but not the main focus)

Magical Girl Dandelion*

Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind

"Any Ghibli movie with a female protagonist", Spirited Away*

Witch Hat Atelier

Movies/TV:

Alien

The Descent*

Derry Girls*

Evil Dead (2013)*, and Evil Dead Rise*

Hellraiser*

Video Games (blanket statement: I do not play video games. I am not personally familiar with any of these.)

BloodRayne

Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia

Fatal Fame franchise

Resident Evil 2, 3, Resident Evil 8 DLC: Shadows of Rose, Resident Evil: Revelations 1 & 2, Resident Evil: Code Veronica

Silent Hill 3

Books

Wayfarers series* by Becky Chambers, especially A Closed and Common Orbit, which has 2 female protagonists and 0 romance. Can be read as standalone.

Tamora Pierce's body of work*-- the amount of romance may vary book-to-book.

I hope this is helpful to some extent or another :) -- others are welcome to add their own recommendations in reblogs/comments.

[rush-the-stars]

nico honey sweetheart bunny oughwgh ,,, im sick,,, bedridden,, what other pet names does he use cici i must know,,,

anon i can’t stand it i can’t….the idea of him and pet names makes me wanna keel over

i think he also uses hellcat, trouble, killer….if you’re a lil spicier. brat, of course.

could also see darling but think more country darlin’ rather than posh english darling. you know.

you must hear me out but have you ever heard some older men call their wives their bride…..like even if they’ve been married forever they refer to their wives as their bride……..,.i can see him doing that cause he’s cheeky. he orders for you and he’ll say like “yeah and my bride’ll take a gin and tonic” etc etc he thinks he’s kinda funny and it’s sorta old school…,.

the other one that makes me SICK is baby. says it when he’s really sweet talking you. you have to be careful w that one.

[supermarine-silvally]

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜ from the soft prompts pls? also I SWEAR if you make this angsty I will... wail in the comments but also cry bc I enjoy torturing myself and like pain -🍂

I assume you wanted Portada (Ace x Yara) for this heheh

There are references to the anime (and the Ace light novel) but no actual spoilers.

“So Pops is really sending you to take on Bohemian Knight Doma all by yourself?”

“Yeah!” Ace grinned, flexing an arm. “Pretty great, huh?”

Yara shrugged. “I mean, it’s smarter than sending the fleet if we don’t need to. Doma might be stupid enough to encroach on the Whitebeard Pirates’ territory, but he’s not going to turn down a one-on-one challenge when the alternative is facing an entire armada.”

“That’s true, too.” He laughed. “I know I only got this mission because Pops is testing me, but I feel good.” As if to prove his point, a small burst of fire flared out of his fingertips, flames quickly engulfing his entire hand. 

“Well, Fifth Division will be lying in wait should you need backup.”  

“Pssshh, backup. I’ll kick his ass before he even--”

“Hey, Ace!” 

Ace perked up at the familiar voice, glancing over to where a blue-haired man wearing a masquerade-like mask stepped off the gangplank and onto the deck of the Moby Dick. “Any news?”

“Yes. I’ve got the striker operational again. It should be good to go for your mission.”

“Great! Thanks, Deu!”

Masked Deuce smiled, giving his friend-- and former captain-- a polite bow before striding off. 

Ace turned back to Yara, grinning. “See?”

Yara tried not to smile as she shook her head. “I still think that thing is a death trap. If you fall off of it while riding the waves, there won’t be anyone around to haul your ass out of the water. The fact that Deuce designed it and not you is the only thing giving me a shred of hope.”

“Hey!” He pretended to be insulted. “I can build stuff.”

“Your attempt at fixing the starboard anchor tells me otherwise.”

“Well, maybe the anchor was being a jerk.”

Yara finally gave in, her shoulders shaking as she laughed, and Ace felt as if he’d won the lottery. His chest puffed up, pleased. 

“So…” She leaned back against the wall. “You’ve got your orders, and your-- I hesitate to call it a ‘ship’... Is there anything else you need?”

“How about a kiss before I go?” The words slipped out before he could stop them. Ace’s entire face went beet red. He laughed nervously, waving his hands in the air as Yara’s smile vanished, raising an eyebrow at him instead. “Kidding, kidding!! You don’t have to, um… because we’re not-- I mean… Sorry. Bad joke.”

“Hilarious, Portgas,” she deadpanned. 

Ace’s breath hitched as she reached over, placing a finger on the brim of his hat and tugging it down ever so slightly. A shiver ran up his spine, heart drumming erratically in his ribcage. God, she was so close to him, the scent of her favourite vanilla lotion flooding his senses. 

A small, bemused smile hinted at the corners of her lips as her hand lowered, and all Ace could think was how badly he wanted to catch it in his own and press kiss after kiss to her knuckles, her palm, her wrist; trailing down her arm until their chests were pressed closely together… letting himself drown in that beautiful gaze of hers as he held her against him, safe and snug…

She picked up the hat’s counterweight from where it hung against his bare chest, smoothing her thumb over the tiny cow skull embedded into the clay disc. “Just… Remember that you’re not invincible, as much as you like to pretend otherwise, Fire Fist.”

“It’s not like you to worry, Hellcat,” he couldn’t help but tease her in return. 

Yara let out a soft laugh. “You are going to give me a full head of grey hair by the time I’m forty, you know.”

“And you’ll still be as beautiful as ever. Er, I mean…” Heat rose to his cheeks. “You could pull it off, I’m sure.”

“There you two are, yoi.”

They glanced over as Marco approached them, giving them an amused look. “Yara, I think Vista’s looking for you.”

“Oh. I suppose I should be off, then.” She lightly touched Ace’s arm, making his heart nearly stop. “Good luck, Ace. Even if you don’t think you need it.”

With that, she strode off, heading towards the ship’s main cabins. Ace watched her go, the air around him already feeling colder without her presence. 

“You know you’re going to have to tell her someday, yoi,” Marco said, crossing his arms. 

“There’s nothing to tell her.”

“Ace…” The First Division Commander’s tone was firm, yet gentle. “You can’t help how you feel.”

“I know, I just…”

“I’m already giving up on Ace, too! I don’t care if he dies or not, I’ll just tell Garp it was an accident. It’s true that the ‘devil’s children have the devil’s luck’, and Ace is the devil’s son!”

He sighed. “She deserves far better than a good-for-nothing guy like me.” 

If she knew… There’s no way she could ever… 

Marco didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push it any further, either. The crew had begun to gather around them, cheering as they wished Ace a speedy victory. He waved back, one foot resting on the ship’s railing as he prepared to leap onto the striker, which was waiting in the water below. As he turned around, however, he caught a flash of violet hair. For a moment, he allowed his gaze to linger on her.

Yara seemed to notice, glancing over to meet his eyes. Her lips eased into a confident smile, giving him a slight nod as if to say, you got this. Butterflies burst into his stomach, his heartbeat quickening, beating out a rhythm so desperate, so desiring, so… unworthy. And yet… 

Yet he would love her from afar anyways, even if it was the most he could ever do.

One Piece nakama: @auxiliarydetective @daughter-of-melpomene @xoteajays if you wanna read <3

[steinwayandhissons]

something im obsessed with about miles’ music (and especially change the show) is the sheer number of references to other songs he makes, including his own - these are the ones i could catch, some may be quite dubiously linked/coincidental but i love discovering all the lyric parallels, please let me know if there are any that ive missed

tell me what you’re feeling (cts 2022)

silverscreen (cdg 2018)

(also science fiction 2018 - arctic monkeys that was released in the same year as coup de grace - i discovered the parallel recently and went insane)

adios ta ra ta ra (also dancefloor reference?) (cts 2022)

don’t let it get you down (cts 2022)

don’t let it get you down (cts 2022)

cold light of the day (cdg 2018)

don’t let it get you down (cts 2022)

come closer (cott 2011)

nothings ever gonna be good enough (cts 2022)

peaches - the stranglers (1977)

adios ta ra ta ra (cts 2022)

psycho killer - talking heads (1977)

tonight (dfwya 2013)

come together - the beatles (1969)

first of my kind (dfwya 2013)

higher ground - stevie wonder (1973)

better than that (dfwya 2013)

four letter word - beady eye (2011) (which miles has posted about on insta)

cry on my guitar (cdg 2018)

the hellcat spangled shalalala - arctic monkeys (2011)

loaded (cdg 2018)

the element of surprise - the last shadow puppets (2016)

paint it, black - the rolling stones (1966)

killing the joke (cdg 2018)

cole porter - you're the top (1989)

looking out my window (b side 2012)

Waiting for that little brown eyed girl, she's coming back

brown eyed girl - van morrison (1967)

My brown eyed girl, you my brown eyed girl

la five four (b side 2018)

I was out of control, I was here for the roll

out of control (dfwya 2013)

But we'll rock as we roll, rev the engines and go, let's get out of control

la five four (b side 2018)

With your fingertips calling on the back of my spine

rearrange (cott 2011)

Magic from your fingers tingles down my spine

this is most likely not a reference but i like the parallels

the wonder (omb 2023)

Seeping on my wishing list, momentary bliss

momentary bliss - gorillaz (2020)

We could do so much better than this, mausoleum faces and momentary bliss

and of course telling the future

adios ta ra ta ra (cts 2022)

one man band - to be released... (2023)

also this is quite dubious but i found it funny so...

adios ta ra ta ra (cts 2022)

hot n cold - katy perry (2008)

special mention to telepathy (not necessarily a song referenced) (cott 2011)

i love the reference to the little flames <3

[antoinettefms]

𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙞 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚

my name is [ ANTOINETTE BECKER ] … and i am from [ HELLTOWN, OHIO ] and i’m a [ DANCER AT THE HELLCAT'S DEN / ARTIST ]. i lived in helltown for [ ALL HER LIFE ] because [ IT'S THE ONLY PLACE SHE CAN BE IN FOR NOW ]. i am [ THIRTY ] my pronouns are [ SHE/HER ] and i am [ HARDWORKING, KINDHEARTED, CHARMING ] though some may say i’m [ VAGUE, STUBBORN , RECKLESS ]. i also hear i look a lot like [ SAMANTHA LOGAN ] but, i don’t know if i see it. i’m here because [ THE CAREER SHE WANTED TO HAVE NEVER CAME TO FRUITION SO SHE'S STUCK ] but, maybe there’s more to it than that. you never know with helltown.

triggers: abandonment tw, harassment tw

antoinette was born on april 30, 1994 with a life that anyone has always been jealous to have, one that she almost did not feel any struggle, but only left with privilege. though, she never met her mother, nor her father has spoken about her, not even once, even whenever she’d tried to bring her up as a kid, though, he was married to this woman who, of course, became her step mother, they weren’t that close, but one didn’t care for the other that much. she didn’t meddle much with antoinette’s life, both just existed within the family. for most of her life, it was just how she had hoped it to be whenever she thought of being in a family, he was there for her, of course, and when he isn’t though, that’s always remedied by money to make up for it, the man spoiling her whenever he messes up.

though, when it comes to family, even though they weren’t of blood, antoinette felt it with kayla, and the people surrounding them. being her friend felt like it was filling the gap that she was longing for, and those people, she kept close. they were who kept her from her own thoughts by herself. she almost felt complete.

though, for a while, she had this feeling about her father that was just something she couldn’t put her finger on at first, though she’s always let it slip, thinking that perhaps she was just looking for the negative in things. yet eventually, secrets that her father kept so well found its way to the light, and of course, she found it herself by accident.

she has a sibling. a half-sibling to be exact.

and he didn’t give a damn about them, nor their mother.

the immediate reaction to it got to antoinette, and of course, she confronted her father about it, ripped him verbally to shreds, for years he lied to her, made her think that he was a caring man, yet she has a sibling who never got that from him. he just acted like they didn’t exist, something he could hide, what was she, then?

after the argument, she packed her things, and left the becker home. she searches for a living taking on different jobs as the years progressed. and when the the hellcat’s den opened, she starts out a waitress first, then slowly developed the love to perform, captivated by the dancers on stage. she convinced the owner of the the hellcat’s den and they eventually decided to have her properly trained by her performers two years after she was hired.

for years she loved the life she had, whilst part of her always wanted to search for her long-lost sibling deep down. yet, one day, as if the fates knew what she’s always dreamed for, and of course, said dream showed up at the doors of the the hellcat’s den. upon seeing them, she instantly had this sense of connection, and upon hearing the woman’s name, that just confirms that feeling. but, along with the need to just tell them came with this fear, she was scared of what their reaction may be to this, so antoinette kept the truth to herself, even now, not wanting said through to make them leave. as long as she has her around, she’s contented just the way it is.

it was also at the the hellcat’s den where antoinette had met the person who would she refer as the love of her life. they were an unlikely pair, given the nature of their work, but they had just connected so well inside and eventually, outside of the strip club, eventually making things official, with the dancer making changes with her life, moving in with them and for the first time, she felt like she had someone she could call her home. along with this, she had pursued the career she wanted to for years, delving into arts, their home had a room full of canvases, paint, you name it. everything was perfect, antoinette had nothing to fear about, not until the woman got down on one knee, it was when everything, their memories flashed before her eyes, and the dancer started to worry. things could change one day. it was that day when she immediately left and never looked back.

her job throughout the years after that was a smooth sail, along with it, antoinette has tried to continue to chase her dreams she started a long time ago. in the beginning, it seemed to be working well, she was selling some pieces, but it was only for a moment, given how her 9 to 5 wasn’t really kept a secret, it had become the reason why people wanted her work badly, and with that, antoinette thought she was not being seen for her art, so she decides to put it on hold, secretly, as she now continues to work under a pseudonym.

antoinette went through a very terrible experience when she was hired for a bachelor's party. seemingly unsuspecting at first, one of the party's attendees cornered her in one of the secluded rooms and almost did more than take advantage of her. she was lucky enough for her coworker coming in the room and saving her from the prick. and that was only time that such thing has happened. there was this one night where antoinette was waiting for a friend outside of the the hellcat’s den where she had been approached and cornered by the den’s former clients. if they haven’t come out just in time, nobody really knew what could’ve happened with her.

and with something strange lurking around as of late and giving the helltown its doom, ever since kayla went missing, she wouldn’t deny the fact that she’s more scared than she’s ever had her whole life. her only escape from it all is dancing, getting lost in the rhythm as she puts her armor on whilst she’s on stage.

[darkcatsangel1734]

Introducing my new Helluva boss/ Hazbin hotel oc Cheshire Cat.

Cheshire is a unique demon seeing as she was born to a human and a demon. When she died she was sent to hell to become a hellborn demon. She was 18 when she was murdered by a priest. She appears to be some kind of cat-like demon referred to as a hellcat, but she also seems to have traits from an imp and a Succubus.

I hope you like her. I based her off of a drawing I found.

https://ko-fi.com/s/ecfa861341

[oh-surprise-its-me]

So we all know that Bradley drives goose’s bronco and Mav rides bikes but what do Ron Tom and Chris and Jake drive. I’ve always personally thought Tom would have a sensible SUV to go with his COMPACFLT persona but then secretly have a nice vintage muscle car like a Mustang or a Cougar or Chevelle. Jake I’ve always thought would drive either an older truck or one of those trucks that are so shiny but also over sized. Idk where you’re from but the second kind of truck is especially prominent in my part of the USA Midwest. Idk what Ron and Chris would have but I know Chris would have multiple being mechanically inclined (even tho some of them are probably project cars)

Ah you have the giant trucks also. I live in the upper (US) Midwest, the giant trucks are everywhere. Literally almost run me off my small country road most nights.

-

Tom absolutely has a sensible car. It’s like a Lexus or something. Nice, reliable, expensive, it checks all the boxes. For his 50th birthday though he got a completely rebuilt 1968 mustang. He almost cried when he saw it. Tom doesn’t know a lot about cars but he’ll sit in the shop while Chris and sometimes Jake work on them. Likes to hand Chris tools he needs likes to kiss his shoulder when he slides out covered in grease.

Chris switches his cars around a lot since he likes working on them. He’ll build them, drive them for a while and then sell them. So his change a lot but consistent is a motorcycle and then a 1969 dodge charger that Tom and Ron got him as a 10th anniversary present. He’s got like 7 cars he keeps around, some fully built, some in pieces. Fortunately none of them mind. They find it cute he’s so into cars. He’ll drag home the worst car ever and be like “look! It’s not even rusty!” And Tom will point out that it literally doesn’t have any seats or an engine.

Jake has two cars and a motorcycle Ron and Tom don’t know about… his vintage truck lives in Texas, but his hellcat lives in California with him. He’s also got a project 1976 mustang cobra he keeps in Chris’s shop. He worked on the truck with Chris one summer. It was his 16th birthday present. The motorcycle was a birthday present to himself when he turned 30. It ends up being something him and Mav can talk about.

Ron’s cars though? He knows nothing about cars. Decided very early on he didn’t want to know. He drives whatever Chris gives him. The lexus or a Mercedes normally. He’s not as into cars he can appreciate a car but he doesn’t love them like the rest of them. Planes are his true mechanical love. He ends up having to drive Jake’s car for like a week or two and that’s the first time he’s ever like o h maybe I do like cars.

When Jake’s dads finally find out about the motorcycle they send Lucas after him to bitch him out about safety. (Inspired by my aunts always referring to motorcyclists as ‘fast organ donors’) Lucas makes him look at all sorts of crash photos and gives him a lecture of a life time. It doesn’t matter that he’s 30. That’s the two week old baby they all held. Jake obviously wears all the protective gear and points out Chris has one. But all things considered it’s one of the least dangerous things Chris has done over the years so the point isn’t exactly made…

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You

The Most Beautiful Brown Skin Goddess 🤎 Actress Of The CW To Ever Grace The Hit Scifi TV Show 📺 Of 2018

Born On July 10th, 1988

She is an American actress, film director, and film producer. She is best known for her role as Alice Verdura in The CW series Hellcats (2010-2011). She starred as Stacy Collins in the Netflix comedy Dad Stop Embarrassing Me! opposite Jamie Foxx and currently stars as Maria DeLuca in the series Roswell, New Mexico, which premiered in January, 2019 on The CW. Previous credits include the OWN series, If Loving You Is Wrong, where she played Marcie Holmes for five seasons.

She attended the performing arts high school Walnut Hill School for the Arts near Boston for her final two years of high school graduating in 2002. She went to Los Angeles to pursue an acting career upon graduating. She has a black belt in martial arts and weapons training.

In early career, She had small roles in the films The Dukes of Hazzard (2005) and Glory Road (2006). In addition, She has also directed and produced the short films Perils of an Active Mind and Designated which were both released in 2010. In 2010, she was cast as Alice Verdura in The CW series Hellcats, a comedy-drama about competitive college cheerleading, executive produced by Tom Welling. The show received mixed reviews, but Her performance was very positively received by critics, with many referring to Her as the breakout star. The series was canceled after one season in 2011. 

She also guest starred on CSI: NY, CSI: Miami, Without a Trace, The Haves and the Have Nots, Grey's Anatomy, and The Vampire Diaries.

In 2014, She was cast as one of leads in the Oprah Winfrey Network prime time soap opera If Loving You Is Wrong, created, produced and written by Tyler Perry.

 In 2018, she was cast in the CW Hit Scifi Reboot series Of The Same Name, Roswell, New Mexico.

Please Wish This Brown Skin Goddess Of An Actress, A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

MS. HEATHER HEMMENS 🤎

HAPPY 35TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MS. HEMMENS

[psuedochakra]

the teams

remember when I said I renamed all the 21 (AT THE TIME) NHL teams? well here there are; here you go. Also back in 86, the conferences and divisions all had different names. I did not change the conference/division names, but I will add their modern ones. It's all under the thing. don't worry

also, teams have changed divisions/conferences quite a bit. This probably doesn't reflect current conference/division teams (I know for a fact my Red Wings are eastern conf, atlantic div now instead of western, central). Both Eastern and western used to have three divisions in the late 90s.

The AU team names are all Tomcat squadron names.

For reference "City Fictional Team Name (actual name, modern equivalent if different) - Tomcat Squadron number " this also applies to the conf/divs historical name (modern name)

Prince of Wales (Eastern) Conference

Adams Division (Atlantic)

Boston Tomcatters (Bruins) - VF 31

Buffalo Freelancers (Sabres) - VF 21

Hartford Renegades (Whalers, Carolina Hurricanes) - VF 24

Montreal Swordsmen (Canadiens) - VF 32

Quebec Rippers (Nordiques, Colorado Avalanche) - VF 11

Patrick (Metropolitan)

New Jersey Be-Devilers (Devils) - VF 74

New York Starfighters (Islanders) - VF 33

New York Sluggers (Rangers) - VF 103

Philadelphia Screaming Eagles (Flyers) - VF 201

Pittsburgh Hunters (Penguins) - VF 51

Washington Grim Reapers (Captials) - VF 101

Campbell (Western) Conference

Norris (Central)

Chicago Diamondbacks (Blackhawks) - VF 102

Detroit Black Aces (Red Wings) - VF-41

Minnesota Stallions (North Stars, Dallas Stars) - VF 302

St. Louis Superheats (Blues) - VF 202

Toronto Ghostriders (Maple Leafs) - VF 142

Smythe (Pacific)

Calgary Lions (Flames) - Black Lions - VF 213

Edmonton Gunfighters (Oilers) - VF 124

LA Checkmates (Kings) - VF 211

Vancouver Knights (Canucks) Black Knights - VF 152

Winnipeg Hellcats (Jets) - Satan’s Kittens VF 191

Most squad names were chosen because it sounded cool/good saying it all together. Some (Philly and NJ) were chosen because of the similarities to current pro team names (NJ Devils (NHL) and Philly Eagles (NFL)). Winnipeg, Vancouver, and Calgary I did change slightly from the squad name. Vanc/Calg because I already had a "black" in a team name (Aces). Winnipeg because "satan's kittens" is kind of a mouthful; I just used their squadron call sign "hellcats" instead.

[wanderingmind867]

I can't read past Avengers #141 because I have the story they're telling with Beast and Hellcat. I hate Beast's 70s solo stuff, and this story arc is all one giant reference to it. So it's awful. Patsy Walker being a teenage girl whose mom turned her into a child star is an interesting option to take, I guess. But I hate what they do to her supporting cast from back in the humour comic days. Did we have to make her boyfriend back then become a supervillian!? Did we really!? Also, the lack of Hawkeye is a shame. And since Thor leaves soon too, I'm rapidly losing some of my favourite avengers. So I give up.

[yukifantaji]

“I live my life in ever-widening circles that stretch themselves out over all the things. I won’t, perhaps, complete the last one, but I intend on trying. I circle around God, around the ancient tower, and I circle for thousands of years; and I don’t know, yet: am I a falcon, a storm, or a mighty song.”

'You head can’t tell you, but your heart will lead you to the place you need to be.' 2010 Electronic genre thingy with cigarettes after sex special touch, a little gloomy and devilish, a ‘roawr’ in my ears. 'Sleepwalking' abilities. Premonition dreams.

The purple flower, Aconite. Butterflies in 'Suzume' room. To find some closure at the after-life, by traveling through astral projection. Two experiences that happened during childhood. The birds, all these little synchronicities. She listened, she followed. These all seem to be connected.

Everything was given to us long ago. The Suzume's diary got me remembering the 'purple heart diary' I had myself, with a little lock on it. What I wrote there back then? I never stopped writing, since that age. What age was it? All you need is a key, and that you can't look for it. It will find you. You ask for signs, that's your sign, they are singing to you and have always been.

Tyler, talking of his experience of astral projection and actually having a dream where he could experience a closure, he made it for himself just like Suzume at the after-life. Us travelers, and Tyler wanting to make it happen again just like Suzume trying to find now the door she used to go to the after-life when a child. As well 'Insidious', as much it is not about how astral projection is all about releasing resistance. The Hellcat also had references to the creature in the movie. All actual experiences made into stories.