#madame null

[joyfuladorable]

IDW Character sketchdump Part 2!!

[thebuhonerodazorrow]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #139 (2023)

IDW

[thecomicsnexus]

TMNT: THE ARMAGEDDON GAME - THE ALLIANCE #5 MARCH 2023 BY PAUL ALLOR, ERIK BUNRHAM, PABLO VERDUGO, ROI MERCADO, GIGI DUTREIX, WILLIAM SOARES AND SHAWN LEE

Following the truth behind the Gang of Four, April ends up breaking into NULL industries, where she is found out. She then starts trying to escape or at least, send the truth out.

SCORE: 9

What I liked the most about this issue is how it finally set on stone what Null’s motivations are. In this case, to turn humans into mutants and then sell them on the interdimensional market.

Now, why would mutants work for her?... unclear.

But it is there, it is explained, and this issue has an Amerimanga style that reminded me a lot of the late 90s.

I don’t know if this was shown before in this comic-book, but that is a “Pear book”... a very known brand in the Nickelodeon-verse (although I don’t think in those shows the pear has been bitten).

I wonder if this was in the script or if it came from Pablo Verdugo.

In any case, this book is coming to an end, and we finally have our “Alliance.” And it seems like all Karai needed to get April’s trust was to be hired. A very symbolic contract of one dollar, but hey, Ninjas be Ninjas.

Overall, the Armageddon Game should be hitting the third act in all related titles, so I am really hopeful that all these plots will merge.

[shellsweet]

More IDW TMNT Ladies! Here to kick all the butts!

[emiliemaria]

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[itmeblog]

It's Black History Month

(Over here in the US of A) So here are some podcasts to check out.

Absolutely no Adventures - a fantasy (un)adventure story that follows Sig, the owner of Signature Eats bakery, as he aggressively avoids becoming embroiled in any daring quests or chosen one shenanigans even though the universe really seems to want him to do just that. This is a story about cutting Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey off at the knees to chill with friends and staying far, far away from the slightest whiff of adventure. And also baking. This is also a story about baking.

Afflicted - Lovecraft Country meets True Blood in this new series from award-winning producers Tonia Ransom and Jen Zink. In season one, a small East Texas town suffers supernatural disasters caused by a demonic book bound in human flesh…and only hoodoo can save the town from its affliction.

Apollyon - In the early 22nd century, the Apollyon virus wiped out 75% of the world’s population, and now most of the world is governed by the International Conglomerate of Research Scientists. Dr. Theo Ramsey is an ICRS research scientist who may have just discovered an effective vaccine for Apollyon, but the stakes to get the vaccine to the public are higher than she ever imagined.

Between Heartbeats - Tan immersive Urban Fantasy about the hurt, the powerful, and their growth within a broken world. We follow Sundiata, a guilt-ridden time manipulator with a knack for unemployment, and Nadia, a moralistic telepath determined not to lose control, as they balance frayed mental health against an unsympathetic police state. But when a malevolent presence rears is head, their neuroses become the least of their problems. Can our heroes make the most of their abilities before the option is taken from them?

Fan Wars: The Empire Claps Back - Two passionate Star Wars fans on opposite sides of the Last Jedi debate argue via Skype after their favorite forum closes down. If you love Star Wars (or call yourself a proud member of any fandom), you’ll love this romantic comedy told via

Harlem Queen - a Black historical fiction audio drama based on the life and times of Black, woman, "gangster" Madame Stephanie St. Clair during the Harlem Renaissance.

His Royal Fakin' Highness - What if Ophelia helped Hamlet get his throne back? This modern day, romantic comedy re-imagining of Shakespeare's Hamlet asks just that. As they stage an engagement in the wake of the king's death, these childhood frenemies must decide between duty and love.

InCo (This one's mine :D) - A Sci-Fi story about a disgruntled information seller, a mysterious space boy, and an android doing her best.

Janus Descending - a limited series, science fiction/horror audio drama podcast, follows the arrival of two xenoarcheologists on a small world orbiting a binary star. But what starts off as an expedition to survey the planet and the remains of a lost alien civilization, turns into a monstrous game of cat and mouse, as the two scientists are left to face the creatures that killed the planet in the first place.

Lady Lucy - Lady Lucy is an audio drama inspired by Shakespeare's "Dark Lady" Sonnets, 127-154. Between running her brothel, fighting the Church, murdering her friends' abusive husbands, and pretending to be a poet, the last thing Lucy needed back in 1586 was a surprise visit from her former flame... Will Shakespeare.

Liars and Leeches - Tonya Wright felt it all after the tragic murders of her sister and brother-in-law in a random act of gun violence. Struggling to travel outside of her home, she now lives constantly on edge about perceived threats that seem to surround her.

Nightlight - Multi-award winning horror podcast featuring creepy stories with full audio production written by Black writers and performed by Black actors. So scary it’ll make you want to leave your night light on.

Null /Void - a science fiction audio drama about a young woman, Piper Lee, whose life is saved by a mysterious voice named Adelaide. Piper soon uncovers a malicious plot by a monopoly of a tech company and must work with her friends and an unusual ally to help foil their deadly plot.

Out of Ashes - (currently remastering season 1) Follow a group of survivors as they navigate the ruins of modern civilization and battle against demons, ghosts, monsters and the looming threat of extinction from an ancient power.

Small Victories - A recently recovered drug addict tries to start her new lease on life, too bad life has it out for her.  This dramatic comedy follows Marisol through the ups and downs of her life.

The Courtship of Mona Mae - In the 1870s, pioneers Mona Mae Christophe and Zekial Montgomery search the American West for Mona Mae's mother, Clara. Mona must recall a past, long forgotten in order to survive, so that she can find her mother, love and create a way of life for herself.

Vega a Sci-Fi Adventure Podcast - In a fantasy futuristic world, Vega Rex is employed by her government to kill off the world's worst criminals. She's never met a criminal she couldn't catch…until now. Join Vega as she journeys through a world of bumbling apprentices, powerful technogods, and her biggest challenge yet. Hosted by Ivuoma Hall.

Witchever Path - is an anthology series where your decisions effect the story. Our stories are based in America’s NorthEast, featuring characters finding themselves in the thick of the unknown while tackling issues like queer identity, gender, race, and spirituality. Stories often focus on the communities not typically seen in stories taking place in New England, and giving voice to the perspectives of those communities while uniting under some universal themes. And the supernatural happens. A lot.

(All descriptions were taken from websites)

If you want to find more and there are way more there's a directory :D

[fanfic-obsessed]

Mace has had enough

Here’s another funny one to go with my Anidala subtlety idea. Specifically that half the temple has a bet on when Mace Windu finally snaps. This man has been dealing with too many people’s shenanigans and deserves to chew a few people out. 

When Padme Amidala opened her front door, she was not expecting the two Jedi on her doorstep. Anakin had just left for his own meetings, so seeing him being dragged by his collar by Jedi Master Mace Windu was a bit of a surprise. 

The bald Master pushed his way into the apartment, dragging Anakin with him. He forced Anakin to sit on her couch with a dark growl. He then turned enraged eyes on her, “Padme Amidala, sit down next to you husband.”

She sat, even as Anakin tried to splutter denials.  

Mace Windu glared at them for a full three minutes until Anakin fell silent, “Yes I know you’re married. The entire Kriffing Order knows you’re married. Jon Antilles, himself, came back from the dead just to pout at not getting to attend a Noobian wedding party. I’m here to tell you if you kriffing dare to get married in the Jedi tradition without at least inviting your force damned former Master, I will make it my mission to sabotage every drop of caff either of you will ever have access to.”

Padme felt herself gape and from the corner of her eye she saw Anakin do the same.

Windu sank onto one of Padme’s chairs, rubbing his temple like he had a headache. “If I have to spend another afternoon trying to convince Obi Wan Kenobi that your actions are not, in fact, your way of telling him to get out of your life, I am going kill all of you. Honestly, like you have the ability to be that subtle.”

Anakin jerked forward, almost standing before a glare from Master Windu had him remaining in his seat “Wha…Why? Why would Obi Wan think that?”

Padme wondered if Master Windu would teach her his unimpressed glare, with that she might actually be able to get something done in the Senate.

“You mean besides your refusal to share your wedding photos with him, or even acknowledge that you are married, shutting down his every attempt to throw you a party to celebrate your relationship with the Senator, and now not letting him tell you about his own engagement so that he can ask you to stand witness?” The Master growled. 

“Obi Wan’s engaged?” Anakin yelped.

This was apparently not the right answer as Master Windu growled again. 

“I was not aware that Jedi could get married.” Padme said carefully, hoping to keep the Korun Master from attacking her husband. 

Master Windu snorted, “Anyone can get married, it’s the legality and consequences that vary. As a whole we prefer that a Jedi have at least passed their knight trials, because Padawans are still considered children in Jedi culture, but we have had a handful of Senior Padawans that married with their Master permission. And personally I would have preferred that Skywalker not have married one of the only senators that is consistently Pro Jedi, because that makes more work for everyone.” His face twisted thoughtfully, “By the way, Senator Amidala, don’t let me forget to give you the chat code for the ‘what the kark do they mean, will of the Force?’. It’s a support group for Force nulls whose partners are force sensitive. Also a Jedi Shadow will also be stopping by to make sure we have an evac plan on file for you, and that you have the emergency line for the Temple and code words handy. The healers will be in touch to get a baseline for you, then discuss the realities of potential pregnancy with you and Skywalker and options if you want to either prevent or ensure having children. If you two decide to go forward with Marriage Bond Ritual, it is also the healers that handle much of that process.”

Anakin threw up his hands, “Why didn’t anyone tell me that Jedi could get married?”

Master Windu blinked at Anakin, now looking just a bit concerned. “Skywalker, you were at Knight Bing’s wedding to Madam Geller when you were 12. You bombarded me with questions about their marriage and if that means that she would move into the temple. Should you two decide to, you certainly can contact the Quartermaster to see about a set of rooms. There are far too many empty suites in the temple these days.”

Anakin’s face twisted, “I kind of remember that, but it is really faint. Like it is a half dream.”

Master Windu hmphed, “I would go see the healers when you go back to the temple, could be that you were hit with something weird that is messing with your memories. Has anything else seemed different?”

Anakin looked like he was thinking about it but Padme was struck with how casual Master Windu was about memory loss, “Why aren’t you more concerned?”

The small smile that spread on Master Windu’s face was likely supposed to be comforting. “The Force is karking weird at times. Temples where Force Sensitives once lived and studied the Force, no matter the sect, are even weirder. If you don’t accept the fact that you will end up possessed, with missing memories, switching consciousness with other Jedi, thinking you have been transformed into a small tooka, or actually being transformed into a small tooka you will end up with a psychotic break.” Padme was not sure what face she was making but whatever it was caused Master Windu to bark out a laugh, “We’re careful around outsiders, because you never know when someone is going to freak out or use some piece of information against us, but you’re not an outsider any more. You married in, as it were. Now come on, from the look on your face, Skywalker has forgotten more than we thought and we should get him to the healers. Plus then Obi Wan can actually say the words to ask Skywalker to Bear Witness.”

Pade actually stands, then something occurs to her “Wait…Evac plan?”

Master Windu nodded, “Everyone in the Temple is very aware that the Jedi are not well regarded in many places, including here on Coruscant. The beings we share our lives with are in as much, if not more danger, to some being with a grudge and the wrong kind of power. We try to have a plan for anyone who works or lives out of the temple, just in case.”

The three go to the Jedi Temple and Padme sees the parts that never had before. She had been to the public parts of the temple, with its austere serenity full of Jedi who spoke softly and calmly to each other. Within those public spaces were the public Archives, the Council Chambers and the Halls of Healing. Master Windu insists that Anakin be dropped off at the Halls of Healing and that the Master would escort Padme to his and Obi Wan’s quarters, while Anakin would meet them there.

She considered herself a good judge of character and body language, but she had never guessed that there was anything beyond that. But now she passed through a door into a cacophony.  There was one corridor absolutely covered in pain, both wet and dried, with clones and Jedi of all ages slipping and throwing paint at each other. 

“That paint fight has been going on for almost 150 years.” Master Windu commented with amusement, “There is always someone throwing paint around.”

She had never known that Jedi could be as loud as they were, but it was almost heartbreaking when Master Windu murmured that he had never heard the temple be this silent.

They arrived at Obi Wan and Anakin’s apartment and Master Windu punched the code to open the door to a sitting room. Obi Wan and a clone that it took Padme a moment, and a glance at his face, to recognize as Commander Cody were entwined on the couch. It looked like they had been taking a rare moment to nap, or start to. 

Obi Wan’s head came up from where it was resting on Cody’s chest, “Mace? What’s going…” His voice was the kind of muzzy that came from being half asleep when he caught sight of Padme. She watched as he tensed and sat up, Cody doing the same. They did not try to separate, but some of the ease in both of them drained away. She was surprised how much that ached, even as she was self aware enough to know that she had caused the distance between them.  “Mace, what did you do?”

“Got your idiot child to sit down and listen. He’s with the healers right now.”

Obi Wan looked faintly alarmed, “Did you actually break a bone to get him to sit still?”

Master Windu shook his head, “His memories seem to be a bit spotty, he couldn’t remember that Jedi can and do get married.”

Just like Master Windu, Obi Wan took the news with less concern than Padme thought warranted. 

From there, the Healers discover that Palpatine has been manipulating Anakin’s mind for years. This sparks a bit more horror, but partial possession by a Sith (or Sith object) is on the Mission Result Bingo and the drop down for reports for a reason.  This sparks a memory of Cody’s wherere Fox was complaining about his own memory loss. They manage to get the Coruscant Guard into the Temple (by infecting them with a miserable but survivable illness that required the Force to treat. The Jedi were very apologetic but they had no idea how else to get the Guard away from the Senate without raising suspicion) and Scans reveal both the Chips and Palptaines’ continued  mental manipulation of the guard. Once the Guard (and assorted others that the Guard wanted with them) are in the temple the Jedi make all kinds of excuses why they cannot go back to the Rotunda. After the chips are found and Fox realizes that the Jedi want him to get some actual sleep, he wholeheartedly agrees. 

It is decided that with the news that Palpatine is a Sith Lord that the situation on Coruscant is about to become untenable. One of the things that the Jedi carefully kept from ‘Outsiders’ is that the Jedi Temple is a Massive City sized ship, whose levels go all the way down to the surface of Coruscant. They spend two day evacuating everyone that is Jedi and Jedi Adjacent, on Coruscant to the temple. At the same time they evacuated the Clones off Kamino. On the various GAR ships the natborn officers that did not want to leave with them were left a single cruiser (parked at a location that every ship in the GAR could get to within two days) whose hyperspace and communication abilities would return after a single tenday. The GAR then went and picked up various Jedi and Corps throughout the galaxy. Then, barring a single ship with two masters, the entire Temple ship takes off for wild space to meetup with the remainder of the GAR, the roaming Jedi, and the Corps (many clones also wanted to stay but it seemed like a bad idea considering they were all still chipped).  

Obi Wan and Mace Windu entered the Senate one last time. They do not point to Palpatine as the cause, they do not accuse him of treason, they do not accuse him of being Sith. There is no point, nothing that they have proof of is technically illegal. Instead they point out that the residents of every world that the Jedi and the Clones have set foot on in almost a year have told them to leave (mission that actually protected the populace instead of locations of strategic value ended pretty early in the war). Every single one, including Coruscant, has wished them ill. So the Jedi, and with them the clones, have decided they would abide by the wishes of the Galaxy and leave.

The two manage to leave before the uproar begins. They have people to get back too.

I am going to be honest, this came out more seriously than I intended.

[brokecorviknight]

Hatchetfield Pokémon AU - Partner List:

Main Characters:

TGWDLM:

Paul Matthews - Exploud

Emma Perkins - Porygon

BF:

Tom Houston - Donphan

Becky Barnes - Comfey

Lex Foster - Zigzagoon (Cressellia is also here)

Hannah Foster - Mew

NPMD:

Pete Spankoffski - Stoutland

Steph Lauter - Luxray

Grace Chasity - Hatterene

Max Jägerman - Passimian

LIB:

Wiggly (Wiggog Y’rath) / Wendell (Dark/Psychic)

Nibbly (Nibblenephim) / Nicky (Dark/Psychic)

Pokey (Pokotho) / Porter (Dark/Psychic)

Blinky (Bliklotep) / Blaine (Dark/Psychic)

Tinky (T’noy Karaxis) / Theo (Theodore) (Dark/Psychic)

Webby (Queen in White) / Wendy (Psychic/Dark)

Important Characters:

TGWDLM:

Ted Spankoffski - Volcarona

Bill Woodward - Leavanny

Alice Woodward - Skitty

Prof. Henry Hidgens - Liligant

Gen. John MacNamara - Genesect

BF:

Ethan Greene - Cyclizar

Linda Monroe - Vespiqueen

Tim Houston - Cubone

NPMD:

Richie Lipschitz - Gallade

Ruth Fleming - Sprigatito

Solomon Lauter - Honchkrow

Detective Shapiro - Pikachu

NT:

Henry (Fake Prof. Henry Hidgens) - Mimikyu

Lucy Stockworth - Gholdengo

Wooly-Foot - Galrian Darmanitan

Konk (Ted Spankoffski) - Darmanitan

Pryce Perkins (Paul Matthews 23) - Ditto

Emilia Matthews (Emma Perkins Android) - MissingNo

Time Bastard / Homeless Man (Ted Spankoffski) - Iron Moth and Slither Wing

Jane Houston (Perkins) - Revaroom

Miss Holloway - Hypno

Duke Keane - Snorlax

Gerald Monroe - Vivallon

Perky (Emma Perkins) - Aribolva

Ziggy - Shiftry

Jeri - Nidoqueen

Jerry - Nidoking

Lumber Axe (Lil’ Jerry) - Witchwood Haxorus

Shelia Young - Froslass

Rose - Toxtricity

Melissa - Meowstick (Female)

Puss - Espeon

Named Characters:

TGWDLM:

Greenpeace girl / Harmony Jones - Shaymin

Ken Davidson - Grumpig

Charlotte Sweetly - Oinkalogne

Sam Sweetly - Braviary

Nora - Minccino

Zoey Chambers - Alcreamie

Deb - Liepard

BF:

Frank Pricely - Sableye

Sherman Young - Salazzle

Gary Goldstein - Meowth

Uncle Wiley / Wilbur Cross - Tentacruel

Man in a Hurry / Barry Swift - Yanmega

Dude with Peanut - Pachirisu (Peanut)

Xander Lee - Empoleon

President - Unfezant (Male)

NPMD:

Mark Chasity - Flapple

Karen Chasity - Appletun

Off. Bailey - Skarmory

Kyle - Chesnaught

Brenda - Oricorio (Electric)

Jason - Bastiodon

Caitlyn - Altaria

Ms. Mulberry- Audino

Ms. Tessburger - Corsola

Rudolph - Sawsbuck

Brook - Finneon

Trevor Lipschitz - Magcargo

NT:

Allison - Lanturn

Madame Iris - Reuniclus

Craig - Tropius

Barker - Coalossal

Rupert - Gigalith

Jonathan Brisby - Tyrantrum

Sylvia - Floatzel

Andy / Executive Kilgore - Aggron

Jenny - Milotic

Dan Reynolds - Karrablast

Donna Daggit - Shelmet

Tony Greene - Klingklang

Jacqueline Frost - Glaceon

Pamala Foster - Komala

Roman Murray - Morpeko

River Monroe - Combee (Male) or Teddyursa

Trent Monroe - Venomoth

Seaton Monroe - Ninjask

Jordan Monroe - Shuckle

Malone - Octillery

Hailey - Skuntank

Zach Chambers - Gogoat

Liz - Beartic

Judith - Butterfree

Martha - Clawitzer

Mary - Bibarel

Mima Chambers - Drampa

Bob Metzger - Witchwood Aegislash

Carl Metzger - Witchwood Doublade

Larz Metzger - Witchwood Doublade

Louie Metzger - Witchwood Honedge

Mary - Medichan

Noah - Furret

Gabe - Sudowoodo

Marco - Copperajah

Kale - Chatot

Thrash - Noivern

Skud - Rillaboom

Courtney - Zebstrika

Russ - Scovillain

Beth - Centiskorch

Eddie Chiplucky - Krookodile

Stopwatch / Daniel - Phantump

Spitfire / Sophia - Blaziken

Charles - Type: Null

Bruno - Pangoro

Otho - Flamigo

Freddie Biggs - Corviknight

Mina - Pyroar (Female)

Chrissy - Alolan Persian

Aubrey - Purugly

Teddy Bear - Mabosstiff

Jerrie - Golurk

Different Actors:

Hot Chocolate Boy (Peter Spankoffski) (TGWDLM) - Polteageist

Pete Spankoffski (AC) - Aromatisse

Prof. Henry Hidgens (HQ) - Jigglypuff

Prof. Henry Hidgens (WB) - Spinda

Max Jägerman (TGWDLM) - Cinderace

Ethan Greene (YJ) - Goodra

(I’ve been working on this for a few weeks. I thought it would be fun to share. Hope you all enjoy it)

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Groomzilla | Yandere Vil Schoenheit x Fem Reader

Oftentimes growing up you were lovingly called a control freak and in all honesty you probably were. That feature did seem to null a bit when you were brought to Twisted Wonderland and any kind of control you had was absolutely taken away from you as you tried to make due with your situation. 

Through all the chaos you met the love of your life: Vil Schoenheit. The first time you met him he was just a pretty face under a hood in an unfamiliar place. Now ten years later from your unexpected arrival at Night Raven you two are tying the knot. Having maintained close relationships with the friends you made at the college, Vil was always present. Even when you eventually made the decision to leave Ramshackle full-well knowing you may never return home he was there. When you were just starting to look for work for a non-magical person, he was there. And when you finally were settled he still stuck around practically screaming at you to go ahead and date him. From there it was history. 

“NO!!! YOU IDIOTS!!!! BABIES' BREATH WILL KILL US DO YOU WANT TO BE A MURDERER!”

“But it only causes slight irritation to the ski-”

“ARE YOU HEARING YOURSELF!?!?!?! YOU ABSOLUTE IMBECILE.”

You quietly sipped your tea as your supermodel fiance yelled at the wedding florists. This was the sixth time he had instigated a onesided screaming match synonymous with those bridezilla freak-outs you used to watch. Before you came to this world you were sure if you should ever be married you would be the bridezilla. Not in this case. 

“I’LL WIPE YOUR FACE OFF THE ENDS OF THIS WORLD! NOT EVEN, I’LL WIPE YOUR NAME FROM EXISTENCE–!”

Yeah, you need back up. 

________________________________

Thankfully most of the people you wanted on call were in positions to take at least a couple of times off work. 

“Rook it's so good to see you, again!” 

“Madame filou du Poison, same here!”

Exchanging the customary kisses you pulled away.

“What's with the nickname change?”

“Naturally you’ve inherited the position as his queen of poisons.”

“Oh Rook.”

“You’re making me feel like chopped liver, dear.”

“Da-Crewel!!” 

Hugging him tight recognnizing his cologne and puffy clothes. You were debating with yourself about who you wanted to walk you down the aisle and Crewel was a top runner. Next to Trein and Crowley. The former being someone who’s done this two times before and Crowley being a negligent lazy headmaster who did house you but you were still figuring it out. 

“I trust the showdog is treating you well?”

“Oh he’s perfectly fine to me…”

The two looked worriedly between each other before looking back at you. You sighed looking back to make sure your fiance was still chewing out the poor waiter.

“That's actually why I called you guys in…ah Vil’s great with design and just beauty in general but I think he’s a little stressed out so when he asks for certain things…well-”

*Crash* 

You heard the crying before you felt the waiter run past you and out the door. You turned to see the concerned faces of your help and decided to make your escape. 

“So I leave it to you guys. Oh and for reference I’m rooting for the (specific theme) theme, bye!” You walked past them making your quick escape as you watched your getaway car pull-up. 

“You still haven’t answered the question about who’s walking you down the aisle!” 

You waved to them speeding away as Vil closed in upon them.

“So this is my team. Ugh, you’ll have to do since she’s not here.”

“I’m sure I taught you better manners than that cur. Now behave!”

“Roi du Poison! You look especially cross, how about we talk over coffee.” 

“Coffee…coffee…that BRAINLESS IDIOT MESSED UP MY COFFEE!”

Oh boy aren’t we in for a treat? _____________________________________________________________

“I just had to get away. He's been so touchy since we’ve started actually planning–nope, not that one–I mean before I came here I was worried I’d be the bridezilla–yes, if it comes in a bigger size.”

“Humans like him just don’t–pearls yes or no, ok–handle the future well. Methinks you should really figure out if he’s really ready for this–Yes!!!”

You were dress shopping with your girlfriends and Lilia who oddly enough asked to be a part of it. He said something along the lines of having only sons that weren’t exactly going to settle anytime soon and you found that he was really good at picking dresses out. You took in his advice as you were dressed in one of your options. 

___________________________________________________________

“..Hey you in here?”

You knocked as you let yourself into the hotel suite Vil was staying in. Frantic and angry texts from your ‘backup’ team told you that he had another freak-out today, one that was leagues worse than what happened before. 

He was lounging in the master bedroom with a face mask and cucumbers on his eyelids. This wasn’t a face mask that he couldn’t speak with but you figured this is his payback for leaving him alone for today. You sat beside him on the bed 

“I know you didn’t like that I left you today..”

“...”

“..but I felt like maybe I was the one stressing you out.” 

You tried to search for a reaction but got nothing so you continued. 

“I just want to know if maybe this is too much for you…maybe we’re not really ready if the future is freaking you out this much…and I’m okay with it it's still early and I’m sure everyone will under-”

“Do you really think that’s why I’m angry?”

He was sitting up, cucumbers off and looking at you with cloudy eyes. You shrugged your shoulders, in turn earning an annoyed huff before he got up to clean his face in the bathroom. 

You followed him as you leaned on the doorway.

“If that’s not it, what is? It's just that you’ve been so out of character and you’ve been treating all the staff pretty horribly–”

“Did you really think I was just doing this because?” Practically scoffing while continuing his routine he looked at you through the mirror while leaning on the sink. “(Y/n) would you seriously believe I wouldn’t want our day to be perfect?! Like I would settle for nothing but perfection on this day?!’

“Well I–”

“And to believe you would want to cancel after all I’ve done to make sure our day is perfect! You think I’m scared of the future!?”

“Then what is the problem, Vil?! If it's not that, then what?! Why have you treated everyone so badly!?”

“Because they're ruining our wedding!? Don’t you want to have the perfect wedding day?!”

“But they're not trying to ruin it. Everyone has simply been trying to help and you’ve just been screaming at everyone like they're trying to kill us!” 

“Well. Maybe. They. Are.”

“...What are you talking about?” 

His face fell and he exhaled with a look of annoyance. Not with you, but with himself as he plopped onto the bed. You joined him, curling yourself onto the bed prepared for the story you knew would be coming.

“A little while back when I first decided I wanted to get a ring for you I was very very careful to not let paparazzi or really anyone know what I was doing there. I thought I had cleared everyone I would be dealing with but apparently someone was still…the first ring was laced with a poison that would have quickly killed you. On top of that there was a tracker in it.” 

You gawked at him before shaking it off. 

“How did you find out?”

Your fiance smirked as he flipped his tied up ponytail, “Rook calls me King of Poisons for a reason.” His tone shifted to the more serious one as he continued. 

“The second incident occurred just before we went to that resort. One of those spoiled potatoes leaked where preciesely you were living at the time. Granted I–ahem my team and I took care of the leak and I’ve been adament about us traveling lately in case anyone actually took them up on it. Now don’t worry I have someone watching your place its–”

He stopped as he felt the warmth and weight of you launching yourself into his arms squeezing him. He held you closer to himself as he felt your fists tighten around his robe. He could feel your lips move against the layer of silk and the vibration of your voice. 

“What did you say?”

You were still so quietly mumbling into his chest, “why did you go through that alone?” Vil immediately was overwhelmed with guilt; the concept was a vow you two had established. Thinking back to the time when he proposed and you then proposed to him getting on your knees as well. 

He promised you that he wouldn’t shoulder his responsibility alone anymore. 

He promised that the two of you would bring one another on every twist and turn that life threw at you two. 

A promise he broke letting himself go through the stress of keeping the both of you alive. You didn’t hold it against him, as you knew this was new for him. To have little to no clue as to what the next obstacle would be, especially when it was trying to kill you. You talked into the night falling asleep cuddled up next to him. 

“Next time let me know…okay?”

“I will. I will (Y/n)...”

__________________________________________________________________________

From that point on there was a difference. He was still incredibly intense to staff but he wasn’t sending everyone out crying. He was back to being his poise and proper self as he included you in his system of security. By the time you chose your dress you could recite the name and address of all the people working on your wedding. 

As the fated date grew closer and as Vil began to open up, a cruel reality was revealed to you. The employees or faces that do show up with incriminating backgrounds of course didn’t show up again but on your research you found they didn’t show up anywhere. Deleted social media pages, deleted comments, confidential obituaries were wiped off of the face of the known world. When you brought it up to Vil, he feigned ignorance not bothering to remember ‘the names of rotten potatoes.’ Saddled with a questionable theory you were debating if it was still right to say–

____________________________________________________________________________

“ I do!” 

“You may kiss the bride.” The crowd erupted in a series of whoops and hollers as your lips met with your husband. You decided that the worry would be for later and that for now you’d focus on just enjoying the day with the love of your life. The traditions commenced, cutting the cake, and throwing your bouquet; it was as magical as you two had planned it to be. 

Escaping the bustle of the commotion you snuck out of the reception to take a breather at a fountain partially shadowed in darkness illuminated by hanging lights. You were finally able to relax, slouching as you exhaled into the sky.

“I’m glad to find you out here, I wasn’t sure I’d even get to speak to you before the night was up.” 

Coming to sit beside you was your husband, still looking as stylish from the ceremony but in a rougher haze. Holding two drinks he offered one to you that you took a sip of before recalling the taste as an overwhelming sense of ease drifted through your body. 

“Vil–!?” 

He pulled you into him as you swayed looking up at him with as much confusion as you could muster. Holding you close you could feel the vibration of his voice reverberating in your ear as he uttered the incantation. 

“About the ones we found, forget about them, for me Love?”

It was a question…an honest turn of phrase that gave an out to anyone who ever consumed the potion. A choice to obey the suggestion before or to ignore it. You knew its taste and you were faced with a decision to know the real fate of anyone who crossed Vil Schoenheit or to forget. To live in your blissful ignorance as he devoted himself to your protection and happiness. 

“We said never alone again,” you held his painted face as his lips began to tremble.

You stared deep into his violet eyes as you carefully put your drink down to bring his face closer to yours. Practically nose to nose as you both let the inevitable stream of tears slightly smear your makeup. 

“You don’t have to solve this alone, I won’t let you, Vil. Because I love you, I’m not letting you shoulder this alone ever again.”

He sobbed, curling into you as you both held each other into the night with only the stars to witness the true union of (Y/n) (L/n) and Vil Schoenheit. 

[nullbutler]

Masterpost of Projects

Hi! I'm Null! I make way too much stuff !! Here's a comprehensive list of everything I'm proud enough of to advertise on the front of my blog! It's a lot of kuro stuff!

My COMMISSIONS are OPEN!

BLACK BUTLER : BOOK OF SPIDERS [<- watch here]

A literal season 2 MOVIE. That's right i fucking COMPILED SEASON 2 INTO A FUCKING MOVIE it's a TWO AND A HALF HOUR LONG FUCKING MOVIE. I am in no way an editing professional, but the filler is cut, the gratuitously vile scenes are either done differently or also cut, and Alois and Hannah are portrayed in a kinder light, especially with Alois's backstory being handled a lot more carefully. No original footage is added - it is merely camera tricks and framing.

"You got rid of that Ciel screaming scene and that's like 5 stars for me." -- @warmmilk-n-honey

"Truly proves that less is more." -- @pain-in-the-butler

"An actual digestible version of Season 2." - @mantomhive

2. My Webcomic: The Dead The Damned & The Devil (Read here)

What if Vincent Phantomhive came back from the dead just before his sons were sacrificed? This is a fix-it AU...kind of. Many side characters are integral to this story, like Francis and Madam Red. It's got 8+ chapters, and if you like to watch scared parents protect sad little kids, its a good read. likewise, if you already want to hug vincent, its a good read. likewise, if you want to punch vincnet in the face, it's a good...

VOLUME ONE HAS BEEN COMPLETED!!!

3. My Season 2 Video Essay (black butler season 2 is laughing at you)

watch me scream about the meta of season 2 as an exhausted season 2 fan for about two hours...it's got some original animatics, too!

4. My Youtube + some highlights such as

The Black Butler Actors OVA Abridged

exactly what it says on the tin! a 22 minute long black butler parody following what the hellish production of season 2 was actually like (and also. uh. character trauma??? somehow???)

"Cinder Soul" the angsty End-of-Contract visual novel

Sebastian and Ciel angst hours, in an AU where Ciel has quite literally lost everything. Ominous. Sad.

Season 2 Reanimation project

on indefinite hiatus -- but its still 14 minutes of technically an episode, and the ending is more 'open' than 'cliffhanger.' what if Alois and Ciel got to talk it out when they were trapped in the same body, back in episode 11? Fully originally animated (thsi is probably the largest thing I've ever made hghdfhs)

Collabs w Mel ( @weeb-cheese )

This list will probably get longer but aaa they're so cool!

Pluto video essay!

Drossel video essay!

NOT-KURO VIsual Novel

A light-hearted (?) sapphic visual novel about some ladies who LARP at garden club. On hiatus

5. Ego Te Absolvo

So what if Alois Trancy teamed up with Ash Landers and became an exorcist who killed demons? Would he be happy? Would he be free? This is a really fun fic, i've been co-writing it with @eemoo1o and its aaa!! very cool!! do be warned, it gets...darker...the longer you read it. it is an alois trancy fic after all, even if the initial concept might seem a bit silly

6. RIan Stoker Ask Blog

Don't ask me why i wanted to make this. but he's always open!

I have a number of other smaller projects that you can find by hunting through my youtube and stalking my ao3. I don't mind!! tho some of the older stuff is definitely not as good lmao thanks for reading!!

I also run @blackbutler-heritage-posts and hosted @dadbastianweek2023 !!!

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Really do feel like I’m taking advantage of your generosity lately but I’m writing a novel so that’s my excuse.

Lucile goes on a number of quite feminist rants in her diaries , so I’ve been wondering if we know anything about her official views in that area (and Camille’s, as well.) Would the Desmoulins have known/been friendly with people like Olympe de Gouges and Sophie Condorcet? I’m aware both were Girondins so presumably not to the bitter end, but what about earlier in the revolution? I’ve noticed Lucile actually mentions an Olympe in her diary - is this de Gouges…?

I too reacted on Lucile’s rather modern views — both when it came to gender equality and religious questions — so it’s fun to hear I wasn’t alone there.

If the Olympe she mentions once in the diary is Olympe de Gouges was actually something Philippe Lejeune speculated on when first publishing it in 1995, bringing up how the two at the time actually lived in the same area. He does however underline that there exists no real evidence tying the two together and ends by concluding he thinks it more likely Lucile is talking about a person in her own age and not de Gouges.

Lejeune’s words seem rather well confirmed by other pieces I’ve looked at — I can’t find Camille referring to de Gouges in any of his works, nor does the biography Marie-Olympe de Gouges: une humaniste à la fin du XVIIIe siècle (2003) by Oliver Blanc cite anything hinting at a relationship between her and the couple. The same thing for Condorcet — nowhere could I find Camille talk about him in a way that implies they were/had once been friends (and it goes without saying it was the same thing for his wife). I actually had trouble finding proof of a relationship between Sophie/Olympe and any other prominent revolutionary.

Someone we however do know Lucile was friends with is Louise de Kéralio-Robert, who, judging from the amount of times mentioned in the diary she kept 1792-1793, comes off as one of her closest friends along with madame Danton and madame Brune. De Kéralio has been accepted as the first and even only 18th century woman to found and edit a political journal. In said journal, she, like Camille, showed herself an early and fervent republican. She was however far from a feminist, in 1789 we find the following letter from her:

Mademoiselle de Keralio is very satisfied by what [Monsieur Brissot de Warville] said today about the influence of women. It is very much part of Mlle de Keralio’s principles that women should not make a great spectacle of themselves. […] A love of publicity is bad for modesty, from the loss of that comes a distaste for domestic work, and from idleness, principles are forgotten and from lack of morals arise all of public disorders. We should be forced to seek women inside their homes, their presence should be hard to obtain, and rare, offered as a favour.

And one year later we have this passage from her journal:

I do not believe that women can ever have any active part in government, and I believe that the greatest good that the constitution can do to public morals is to keep them out of it forever. Women reign in despotic states, it is enough to say that they must be null in the administration of a free country. The more the austerity of republican mores will make them attentive inside their homes, the more it will render them incapable of knowing enough public men to direct a choice which must be the fruit of constant observation and consummate experience. I know in them the sagacity necessary to judge the best of things, but not the extent of genius which makes known the means of arriving there or the force of temperament which supports the necessary studies. I repeat it again, the more they will be what nature has made them, the less they will want to undertake something beyond their physical and moral strength. Content to teach their children the decrees of the assembly, they will aspire neither to make nor dictate them.

This in response to a footnote inserted in the pampleth Le franc en vedette (1790) by Armand Joseph Guffroy (who, sidenote, was the man Charlotte Robespierre is proven to have had some interesting political connections to and was helped out by after thermidor. While there’s no way of knowing what Charlotte’s own stance on the topic was, it’s nevertheless interesting that the guy she was arguably closer to politically compared to her brothers also fought more openly for her political rights than they are ever confirmed to have done…)

I had proposed to admit women to the primary assemblies, to deliberate on the choice of municipalities, and I still believe that my two separate ballots and my posted ballots would disturb all the conspiracies. If one is wise, one will come back to it; and I predict that we will never have a public spirit, public morals, if women do not participate in the administration as I have proposed. The National Assembly admitted to swearing the constitution, those who were in the tribune on the 4th of this month. Why would we separate them from the public sake? The queen promised to raise her son in the principles of constitutional liberty; all French mothers must publicly swear this civic oath: without that, I repeat, no morals, no morals, no fatherland. Frenchmen, prove that you are men, by giving back to your wives all their dignity; French women, prove that you are worthy of giving birth to a race of free men.

Now, there’s of course no way to know if de Kéralio influenced Lucile’s own view on the matter (it’s a bit unfortunate that the diary she kept during the revolution doesn’t contain any of the poltical/philosophical reflections the one from 1788 has), but I think it can be concluded that, among the people she is proven to have had any close contact with, those who’s political opinions can be traced were more anti-feminist than the opposite. Sidenote again, but the feminist stuff contained in the diary of 1788 Lucile wrote while simultaneously hanging out with Sylvain Maréchal, a guy who in 1801 would suggest forbidding women from learning how to read.

As for what Camille’s view on the subject was, searching for the term ”femme” in Révolutions de France et de Brabant, I would say he comes off as neither a feminist (in the sense that he wants women to be equal to men) nor a misogynist. The most feminist moment from his side I’ve found so far is when he in number 14 he praises Théroigne de Méricourt and transcribes one of her speeches. The speech does on one hand not have anything to do with women’s right, but after transscribing it Camille nevertheless writes:

On the request of Mademoiselle Theroigne to be admitted to the district with a vote of consent, the assembly followed the conclusions of the president, who gives thanks to this excellent citoyenne for her motion; that a canon of the Council of Mâcon having formally recognized that women have a soul and reason like men, they can not be forbidden to make such good use of them as the preopinante; that he will always make Mademoiselle Théroigne, and all those of her sex, free to propose what they believe to be advantageous to the fatherland.

Edit: Camille speaks in favor of married women’s right to administration of property in 1793.

What’s your novel about, anyway? If you want to tell.

[driftward]

…

~*~

Incident Report D-F-AL-05142-A Material Contained Within Suitable for Audiences of the Age of Majority Status: Ongoing, one action item outstanding Summary: Negative energy field void transition (ref. Aurora Lab Report for 1205-20/CX-04234-23) experiment experienced a transition divergence event due to system overload. Impact: Transition divergence resulted in loss of one person. Damage to lab equipment incurred is documented in attachment D-F-AL-05142-A-1. Notes: This report is to be only made available to the Students of Baldesion, Gage Acquisitions, and those listed in attachment D-F-AL-05142-A-4 under my sole authority. -Y.Shtola.

~*~

On the manner of this investigation, I have attempted to determine from available records what exactly occurred at the Aurora Laboratory on the day of the incident. I have looked into the logs maintained, various published articles, and held interviews with those who might provide any insight. I have reconstructed a timeline as best as I could with what I now know.

As near as can be determined, experiments earlier in the day had been conducted with nought of concern occurring. It is these experiments which I believe gave rise to the confidence with which the last was approached.

~*~

Madam Commander had spent the entire day checking the atelier, and it was getting late.

Lavender had helped as she was able, of course. That was her purpose, after all, and she saw it through. The nullstone facsimile, the gloriole containment assembly, the aetheric alignment array, all carefully checked and rechecked. Experiments re-run, observations rerecorded. Apples came back, misting but edible. The carbuncle returned, excited and no wiser than before. Lavender herself had made the journey once more, despite Zoissette’s immense reluctance.

Another argument, one Lavender had won, and so she had made the trip. She found it much the same as the first one had been. Vague impressions, drifting emotion, senses and memories she could not describe.

But there and back again. Perfectly fine.

It was getting late.

Madam Commander set up the final experiment.

~*~

At or around nine bells in the evening, the equipment record clearly shows that V. Zoissette began preparation for the would-be fateful experiment. I have reproduced the laboratory’s timetable here for reference.

2107: Nullstone activated. Null field established. Gloriole containment assembly energized. 2109: Aetheric nuoliths aligned. 2115: Demi-Ozma Aetheric Field established. Aetheric nuoliths begin to establish negative energy field. 2118: Negative energy field established. 2122: (reconstructed) Subject V.Zoissette enters the Demi-Ozma containment diameter and engages the aperture.

~*~

There was a loud thud noise, and the entire building shook. “Fury!” yelped the Madam Commander, only the word started out normal, then became stretched out and deep before jumping up into a high pitched hiccough at the end.

The aperture in the negative energy field had opened to admit the Madam Commander, and it had immediately gone unstable. Lavender snapped her gaze away from the console in time to see the Madam Commander had been hoisted into midair, and was now floating and spinning.

And more.

She had lost her grip on her glasses, and they now orbited around her, spinning freely. The Madam Commander herself was bent and stretched and warped, parts of her seeming to separate and rejoin, not in any way that was physically disassembling her. It was more like looking at a twisty reflection, where parts of a person would seem to vanish and reappear as they walked past it.

Lavender began to fly over to her, but stopped herself. Pulling the Madam Commander out was not an option. Lavender was, simply, too small. And entering the field herself would not only not help the situation, but could result in Lavender becoming trapped herself.

The aetheric nuolith array began to whine as it pumped aether out, attempting to maintain the negative energy field necessary to keep the aperture open. A quick glance at the readout showed Lavender that it was rapidly beginning to operate beyond its capacity.

Everything was going wrong, and Lavender was at a loss as to what to do.

~*~

Further entries in the record had to be reconstructed from available evidence. The Allagan node provided much of this data, as did the instrumentation used to take measurements. After the insertion diversion begins, we must needs guess as to what has happened. I have gathered what knowledge I can to this end.

~*~

Madam Commander was not panicked, even as she floated helplessly in midair, her spectacles continuing to float in orbit around her. “Lavender, set the aperture to close in five seconds and then dismiss,” she said, her voice distorting, coming in and out irregularly.

Lavender quickly flew over to the console, and began to set in the commands, but then stopped. She looked over questioningly.

Madam Commander was not facing her, but somehow knew. “Do it,” she said over her shoulder, her voice as calm as ice in the morning.

~*~

The nullstone replica is used to help maintain the negative energy field. However, in case of emergency, the magicks upon it were set to release, shutting down the nullstone. It seems this safety measure was to ensure that a hostile entity would find the use of it difficult at best. Also it would seem that the assumption was that in most emergencies, the equipment would be shut down rapidly to ensure safety.

~*~

Shutting the aperture on the Madam Commander would be, according to one of the experiments that had been run with the Marine, ‘one of the worst ways to make orange juice’.

And no, she would not be dismissed. She would not leave the Madam Commander in the middle of an ongoing casualty.

“Lavender!”

She ignored the Madam Commander.

She did not panic. She was a scholar’s fairy, an anima-based aetheric construct built to purpose by what she was sure were two of the finest minds of the age, an able assistant, a faithful familiar, a creature who despite her newness had been based on gigapulses of collected battlefield tactical acumen. This was what she existed for.

She would not fail the Madam Commander.

~*~

In the situation that the aperture became unstable, I believe the Demi-Ozma aether field is meant to keep both energy field and aperture contained. The nullstone and aetheric nuolith array are meant to work as one to help maintain the energy field negative. Unfortunately, in this situation, the fail safe on the nullstone meant that the nuolith array had to perform this task alone. The full consequences of releasing an unstable system are as yet unknown, however, we can safely assume that the release of energy from such may be catastrophic.

Releasing Demi-Ozma under these conditions, therefore, was probably seen as unacceptable unsafe.

~*~

Closing the aperture was not acceptable. Leaving her in there was also not acceptable. The tidal forces would eventually tear her into pieces.

As if to punctuate her thoughts, she heard a sharp crack noise, and looked over to see a hairline fracture on the Madam Commander’s spectacles. As for the Madam Commander herself, she was, for the time being, holding out alright, even as her form continued to be distorted and bent by reality becoming unstable inside the containment barrier.

Releasing Demi-Ozma was also out of the question. The negative energy field would collapse, and if the resultant energy pulse did not outright kill the Madam Commander, the shove of the fabric of reality rippling outward would do what the tidal forces were already doing, just much, much faster.

Another crackling noise occurred, this one from outside the Demi-Ozma field. Lavender looked over to see the aetheric nuolith arrays starting to vibrate from the strain of the amount of aether they had to pump to keep the aperture open. Above her, in the roof, she could hear the emergency relief valves open and begin to vent aether into the air above the laboratory.

She was rapidly running out of time to solve this problem.

She could not keep the Madam Commander here. She could not shut down the experiment in any safe matter.

There was one, last desperate option. It would mean losing the Madam Commander, possibly forever.

But she might survive.

With a little bit of help.

She would not have much time.

She set the containment field to collapse towards the aperture’s event horizon.

Madam Commander attempted to say something, as she felt the field press in on her, as she began to be pushed through the aperture and out into the rift, but as she spoke, her words became stretched and incoherent, as single words spooled into long seconds.

That would get her through and the immediate danger would pass, but it would not be enough. Lavender kept working.

~*~

It is difficult to piece together what comes next. Nay, I can but speculate, but speculate I must, though I mislike the conclusions I draw with such insufficient data.

~*~

The Madam Commander would need aether, whether she landed in rift or in void. Enough to shield her and keep her safe. It would have to be given to her very, very quickly, faster than the aetheric array could provide it.

But not faster than Lavender could.

Lavender directed the output of the aetheric array to herself, and began to absorb the aether rapidly. Doing so was not without risk. Though a creature of aether herself, she could be simply blown out by too large an infusion of the energies, like a flame before the wind. And she could not hold too much of it without risking losing her form or herself, but those outcomes were not going to be a problem today.

She quickly worked the controls at the console as aether poured into her. She glanced over at the armature. It would not be coming with her, but she could splice herself into it, after a fashion. Make a bit of herself smaller, small enough to fit fully in it, and finish what work needed to be done to see the plan through. Once the greater part of her was gone, she would need to perform one last task.

Lavender swelled and grew rapidly, and she erupted forth, almost losing the aether she had collected. It swept up through the roof as easily as light through a window, immaterial but very present, a brilliant shining light. She reached out for it mentally before it could get fully away from her, and grabbed onto it, and made it part of her form once more.

The aperture was beginning to shut rapidly, the experiment at last coasting down. Without the Madam Commander inside of it, the failsafes could now do their job correctly. The lab would be safe once more.

Lavender carefully watched, straining to maintain her form, holding onto the last moment. And then, just before it passed, she invoked a command that the Madam Commander had never dared to use.

Scholar fairies were familiars, after all. Loyal servants to their commanders. As creatures of aether, they could quickly transfer said aether to their commanders as an additional source of power for more puissant spells. It was of little concern to the fairy, of course; their form would vanish, and it would take some time for them to cycle, regather their energy, and reform, but in the meanwhile, their commanders could use that energy to good use.

Madam Commander did not like the idea of ‘using’ Lavender like that.

She would not be getting a choice this time.

Lavender closed her eyes, and triggered her own dissipation, pouring herself through the aperture and into her commander beyond, and sparing the tiniest bit of herself to stay behind in the armature.

The aperture closed.

The lesser part of her, far simpler, and with only the tiniest bit of what made her her, operated the armature, executing its last commands. The aetheric array cycled down. The negative energy field released. The containment field stayed active just long enough to keep the energies in and vent them out safely, before it, too, released.

A pair of spectacles with one cracked lens fell to the floor, and a moment later, the armature fell as well, folding its wings as the light within its soulwell dimmed.

~*~

To summarize what we know, subject V.Zoissette entered the Demi-Ozma, with the intent of using its ability to contain a negative energy field to create an aperture with which to pass beyond the veil, and attempt traversing the rift, presumably with the intent of travelling to the thirteenth. The system promptly overloaded and control was lost over several key systems, resulting in an unstable aperture and imminent failure of multiple control mechanisms. I believe that at some point, she and her familiar completed transition into the rift, and that shortly thereafter, a complete system failure resulted in the shutdown of all laboratory equipment, and the loss of subject V.Zoissette.

She is gone.

Sette. Is gone.

~*~

Title: The Incident Characters: Zoissette Vauban, Lady Vauban, Foxglove, Lavender, Klynt Gohtawyn, Ryssthota Sundstyrwyn, Apple Silverberg, Meya Ganajai, Gage Acquisitions and Allies, Papalymo Totolymo, Yda Hext, Y’shtola Rhul Rating: Teen Summary: Zoissette avoids her friends and her feelings as she attempts to discover a way across the rift, and makes a terrible mistake. Notes: None

[thebuhonerodazorrow]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #139 (2023)

IDW

[thecomicsnexus]

[goldensmilingbird]

Good morning, I'm thinking about this bastard today

I went through bible and artbook translations again. I really wanna know how and when they went from "sows chaos to stimulate his creative spirit and observe the consequences" and "seeks wealth and world domination" to Mr. Freeze backstory.

The artbook says he is obsessed with wealth and power to forget the pain of his missing wife. In July 2012 bible madame Nanty is still alive, just as busy as her husband and assigned the bodyguard to Adrien/Felix because she considers him fragile. In later bibles I don't see her mentioned at all (unless I missed it), and never is her name mentioned. Adoni, Null and the Pergue organization aren't mentioned either. I want to know more about them.

[aisakalegacy]

Hiver 1919, Hylewood, Canada (7/21)

A l’après-Noël, une femme enturbanée est venue me voir avec une petite fille dans les bras. Elle cherchait Jules. Je l’ai faite entrer. Ne la connaissant pas, j’ai demandé à Maria ma bonne et mon fils Lucien de rester pendant que je m’entretenais avec elle. Cette femme s’appelle Layan, elle vient d’Egypte, du village près duquel Jules fait ses chantiers de fouilles. Elle doit avoir l’âge de ma Loute… Elle a été séduite par Jules avant la guerre. Je ne lui en veux pas. Elle vient d’un village reculé, elle est peu éduquée, son mari est agriculteur, il cultivait des légumes et elle, elle les vendait au marché. C’est comme cela qu’elle a connu Jules. Je me reconnais beaucoup en elle, parce qu’avant d’entrer dans la famille Le Bris, je n’étais qu’une bergère et la fille d’un éleveur de moutons.

[Transcription] Eugénie Le Bris : Je vous présente mon fils aîné, Lucien. Vous pouvez parler devant lui sans crainte. Layan Bahar : Merci Madame. Eugénie Le Bris : Que pouvons-nous faire pour vous, Mme Bahar ? Layan Bahar : Mon mari m’a chassée, il a dit qu’il allait nous tuer. Nous sommes parties. Moi et la petite n’avons nulle part où aller, nous avons fait tout le chemin. Il faut que Jules me prenne comme deuxième épouse. Eugénie Le Bris : Attendez, je ne comprends pas. Qu’est-ce que mon mari a à voir là dedans ? Layan Bahar : Rabena yighfirlī (Que dieu me pardonne), j’étais jeune, je ne savais pas ce que je faisais. Layan Bahar : Il avait les mots, il avait dit qu’il m’épouserait. Mais ensuite il est parti. Maria roule des yeux outrés. Eugénie Le Bris : Il a dit ça… Layan Bahar : J’ai voulu qu’elle est la fille de mon mari, mais elle est grande maintenant, on voit qu’elle n’est pas une fille du pays. Mon mari a vu sa peau blanche et ses cheveux comme le feu. Il est devenu fou.