#my hair is also a science experiment to see if I can grow it out fast enough to mitigate the damage before it all falls out

[bataddictedloony]

Define a woman!

I’m gonna rant this here cus this argument keeps returning on the clock app and one day, I’m gonna be stupid and leave a comment in the wrong thread or smthn so I’m just gonna get it out of my system:

“How do you define a ‘woman’?”

Answer for idiots: you can’t.

You cannot possibly make a definition for the term ‘woman’ without excluding someone from the group when they clearly ARE part of the group (even if you’re a piece of shit transphobe and don’t want to include trans women). A woman is someone who has the potential to give birth? You just excluded every child before puberty, every infertile woman and every woman on menopause, next. A woman is someone who has a uterus? You just excluded a bunch of intersex women and all women who had a hysterectomy, next. A woman has a period? Excluded the millions of women who never get their period for various reasons AND all the women who take continuous birth control AND women who are pregnant AND again, little girls and women on menopause. A woman has to have XY chromosomes? Are you gonna check that for every feminine-looking person you’re gonna meet? How? Do you not think women with down syndrome are women?

Decades of feminism working so hard to make sure women are more than their genitals and potential to give birth, all flushed down the drain because you refuse to believe trans women are more than men in wigs? You’re weak as shit.

So answer for people who actually want to use their brain:

Woman is defined through experiences. Which experiences? Entirely up to whoever defines themselves as a woman.

The ‘female experience’ is so broad. You cannot possibly define it in one sentence and stick it on everyone who calls the word ‘woman’ their own.

You feel feminine and empowered by doing your nails? Congrats, that’s the female experience and makes you, therefore, a woman.

You feel feminine and empowered by wearing plaid and splitting wood in two with a giant axe? Congrats! Female Experience. Woman.

You feel feminine in a dress? Woman. You feel feminine in a tux and suit? Woman.

You feel empowered as a mother and love being pregnant? Woman! You despise the idea of being pregnant but find empowerment in your career? Woman! You feel like your period makes you more in tune with your femininity? Woman. You feel like your period makes you less than human and getting a hysterectomy makes you feel more comfortable in your body? Woman.

you love long hair? Woman. You love short hair? Woman.

You love loving men? Woman. You love loving women? Woman. You love both? Woman. You love everyone? Woman. You don’t feel like love is your thing? Woman!

Sitting at home with a good movie and a bottle of wine? That’s a woman. Getting bloody in a game of soccer? That’s very woman! Taking a walk with your dog? How very woman! Going to the gym? Such woman! Eating out with friends? Friend woman. Shooting a gun in the yard from the patio you built yourself? All woman!

Whatever the fuck makes you feel in sync with your femininity is your female experience, and if you have female experience and you like it, you are a W O M A N ✨

Same goes for men and the male experience btw! Since the question “what defines a man” is never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER asked for SOME 👀 reason. (We all know the reason….) Also same goes for my fellow enbies and the non-binary experience. If painting your nails bring you closer to your enbie side, you’re non-binary.

Gender is such a deeply personal experience, it’s just dumb to define it for someone else, let alone the entire human species. It’s like asking to define a chair, like, you KNOW what it is but you can’t possibly define it without excluding some chairs (“has at least 4 legs”, that’s a horse also swivel chairs exist).

Sidenote: If some idiot tiktokker shoves a microphone and a camera in your face and goes “WHAT IS A WOMAN” or “HOW MANY GENDERS ARE THERE” just go along with whatever dumbass scenarios they come up with. “How many genders are there?” “My dude, as many as you want!” “Oh so like 40??” “Yep!” “Can I identify as a helicopter lol?” “Sure, who cares, do it!” “Should I demand everyone at my job calls me a helicopter” “You can go to your local townhouse, request to change your name to ‘helicopter’ and they’ll most likely let you. You’re an adult, you can do whatever you want as long as it’s not hurting others.” “You don’t think it would be dumb of me to do that?” “Why would I care, I don’t know you?”

[dark-elf-writes]

First impression: sweet, wholesome person, much ✨gender✨

Current impression: parkouring racoon I desperately want to wrap in bubble wrap and feed all the treats too. 👹GENDER IS A THREAT I INTEND TO FOLLOW THROUGH ON👹

Also blonde, I know you probably aren't but you are inextricably associated now with a trio of feral blonds with buckets of ADHD (Mic, Naruto and Link) so congrats sovereign you are now blonde in my head.

I… don’t think I’ve ever been called wholesome in my life like I was the kid that was reading massive novels at like seven and biting people so I’ve always been kinda feral.

Me trying to escape all the bubbles people want to put me in.

My gender has been a threat even when I was a tiny baby gay still in the closet who thought it was totally normal that the sight of my own chest made me mad uncomfy and turned those uncomfy feelings into screaming at transphobes at 2 AM at a birthday party. <- true story very wild.

ABAT - assigned blond at tumblr. Currently I’m in my blue hair and pronouns era but enough has faded that it’s kinda blonde in spots? Not a natural blond tho no matter how much it would make my mom thrilled that one of her children finally looked like her.

[gojosrighteyebrow69]

The Deal

Bully!Gojo Satoru × Fem!Reader

SMUT 18+ (1.7k)

Where you find yourself making a special deal with your bully

🔞NSFW🔞 kissing, oral f!receiving, vaginal fingering, protected sex

"Where are you running off to princess?"

Here he is again, Gojo Satoru. The golden boy of your college. Tall and muscular guy with his ego in the clouds. He has been tormenting you since the start of college, and now you're in the last year.

"What do you want?" You don't even bother looking at him and just arrange your books in your locker.

"It's always a pleasure to see you too princess, Miss me much? " Gojo says in a cocky tone which makes your blood boil.

"Oh shut up, and stop stalking me for once" You reply while closing your locker and finally facing him. He had a smug grin which you just wanted to slap off his face.

"I'm not stalking you princess, I'm just observing you." He says and leans against the locker, his large frame blocking your path.

"Well then stop observing me, I'm not some science experiment. Go and bother the girls who actually give a shit about you" You say while crossing your arms and staring right at him.

"You know... if you let me fuck you just once, maybe I'll stop making fun of you."

Did he really say that? Did he really had the audacity to say that?

"I'm sorry what?" Your eyes were widen in shock still comprehending what you just heard. Did the guy who did nothing but bully you all these years said he wants to fuck you?

"You heard me princess, Let's fuck" He says nonchalantly.

"Are you out of your mind or something? Why would I wanna fuck you?" You had no idea what happened to him all of the sudden. Yesterday he was making fun of you and now all of the sudden he wants to sleep with you?

"Because it's the last year of college and you're still a virgin, princess. Oh and I also overheard you fucking yourself with that dildo of yours last night. I can tell it's not doing much for you" Gojo says with a smirk.

You were speechless. "Excuse me? That's none of your business! And how the hell do you even know about my personal stuff?!?"

"The walls of the dorm are pretty thin you know? And I also remember your friend giving you a dildo on your birthday, so I figured it out. Anyways I think I can do much better than that piece of silicone" The white haired man says smugly.

"And why the hell should I give away my virginity to you of all people?" You look at him while frowning.

"Because" Gojo says, his voice low and seductive now. "I promise it would feel much better when it's done by someone who knows what they're doing." He smirks, knowing he has you hooked.

You could feel your cheeks heating up. This bastard.

"But we hate eachother, why do you wanna fuck me? What would you get in return?" You knew that Gojo Satoru would never do anything unless he gets something in return.

"Oh princess, I don't hate you" Gojo says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I just wanna help you loose your virginity, or maybe I just wanna fuck that attitude outta you. You never know"

"So you just wanna fuck me because you have some fetish for virgins?" You remember how some of your classmates used to say that Gojo would sleep with you and disappear the next moment.

"You misunderstood, princess" Gojo says, leaning down so your faces are inches apart. "I don't just want to fuck you. I want to make you mine. And trust me, once I've had a taste of you, there won't be anyone else who can compare."

"How many girls have you said the same thing to?" You knew Gojo was the typical playboy, He finds a girl to fuck, and then leaves her the next second.

"The fact that you doubt me only fuels my determination," Gojo says, his smirk growing wider. "But to answer your question, none of them were as stubbornly resistant as you."

"I wanna loose my virginity to someone who actually cares, not some playboy who just wanna fuck me for fun" You wanted to resist him so bad, but the way his blue eyes were piercing into yours was making it a lot difficult.

"You're wrong" Gojo insists, stepping closer. "I promise you, I care more about making you mine than just another conquest." His voice lowers, filled with an intensity that makes your heart race "Give me a chance to prove it."

You knew this was wrong. He was your bully, the man you hated all throughout you college. But he was also the man you had a secret crush on. When the most handsome guy of all college comes up to you and offers to take away your virginity, what are you supposed to do?

"Fine. 9pm, my dorm. Don't forget to bring condoms"

"I'll be there," Gojo promises, his gaze lingering on your backside as you walk away. He couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and satisfaction at their arrangement. Tonight was going to be incredible.

As the clock struck nine, Gojo found himself standing outside the designated dorm room. His heart raced with anticipation as he knocked on the door. He'd spent the entire day thinking about this moment, wondering how you would look the moment he claims you.

"You look beautiful" Gojo says as you open the door and let him in.

"Just to be clear, I don't like you or anything. I'm just doing this because I want to loose my virginity before college ends. Understood?" You lie effortlessly. You didn't want to fuel his ego by letting him know about your feelings.

"Yes ma'am" Gojo said, his voice even. "And I promise you won't regret this." He winks

"Did you bring the condoms?" You sit back on the bed and look upto his tall figure.

"Yes, I did" Gojo confirm, pulling them out of his pocket and placing them on the bedside table.

"Let's start by some kissing first princess" Gojo says softly, leaning down to capture yout lips in a slow, deep kiss. His hands begin to roam around your body, tracing every curve.

You find yourself kissing him back and giving into the the situation.

As the kiss deepens, Gojo's hands slide up your dress, feeling the smooth skin of your thighs and stomach. "You're so fucking beautiful"

Gojo moans into the kiss, his desire for you growing stronger by the second. His hands continue their exploration, finally reaching the hem of your dress and sliding it upwards, revealing your perfect body to him for the first time.

As your bodies continue to press together, his hands slide up your thighs and to the edge of your panties, slipping them down. He groans into the kiss as he finally gets a look at what he's been dreaming about for so long.

He starts to tease your folds with his slender fingers while he effortlessly unhooks your bra with one hand. He leans down and licks each of your nipples, flicking them with his tongue and sucking.

He starts to rub your clit while sucking your nipples in his mouth. You can't help but moan at the overwhelming situation.

"Wanna taste you so bad princess" He gazes down over your wet folds, his desire for you reaching its peak, Gojo finally positions himself between your legs. He kisses along your inner thighs, teasing your sensitive skin before finally claiming you with his mouth.

The sensation sent a jolt of electricity throughout your body making you moan his name. "Gojo!"

"Satoru, It's Satoru princess" He sucks and licks your clit, using his tongue to tease your sensitive bud. As he continues, he starts to slide two fingers inside of you, stretching and filling you.

"S-Satoru! a-ah fuck!" Your back arches off the bed as you start to feel a knot tighten in your stomach

Feeling your body react so powerfully to his touch, Gojo increases the intensity of his actions. His fingers thrust deeper inside you while he sucks harder on your clit, seeking to bring you to the peak of pleasure.

"S-Shit Satoru gonna c-cum!" You grip tightly on his hair while your thighs squeeze his head under them.

"Cum for me baby, cum hard," Gojo growls as he continues to lap at your clit, his other hand sliding down to rub your sensitive G-spot.

Youd cries of pleasure fill the room as you finally experiences the most intense orgasm of your life.

He wastes no time to get in position and align his throbbing cock with your entrance and quickly rolls on the condom "Ready for my cock now princess?"

You nod and hook your arms around his neck for support. You couldn't believe this was happening as you looked deep into his eyes. He leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss and slowly thrusts himself inside. You could feel your walls burning due to his size. "Shit you're so tight baby"

"It'll hurt a bit but it'll be fine princess" He starts to kiss and lick all over your neck while slowly moving his cock inside.

You find yourself adjusting to his size as he increased his pace.

Feeling your tightness around him, Gojo starts to move faster, his hips slamming against yours in a primal rhythm. He leans down, capturing your lips again as he takes you harder.

Your passionate kisses mingle with Your ragged breaths as you both lose themselves in the intense pleasure of the lovemaking. Gojo's eyes roll back into his head, feeling your body clench around him—your orgasm triggering his own.

As he feels your walls pulsing around him, Gojo's muscles tense and he releases his seed, filling the condom to the brim.

He pulls out and throws away the condom and kisses you softly, laying down by your side. "You were so good princess"

'He'll be gone by the morning' You remember your classmates who slept with him previously telling you. 'He never stays the night, he fucks and he leaves' You remember another girl telling you.

Yet you find him sleeping next to you, his face buried in your breasts as the morning sun shines through the window.

A/N- I hope you guys enjoyed it. And thankyou for reading

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

So, Across the Spiderverse has had me in a chokehold since I watched it. Could you imagine a Yuu in the House Mouse au who is not exactly powerless, but her abilities are not magic-based? Welcome to the crossover that nobody asked for, and I'm gonna pretend that secret identities don't exist for a moment and that disrupting canon events from astv don't exist.

Spider!Yuu's spidey senses can tell when danger is afoot. Whenever she's on the clock, there's fewer accidents and just swings by before Goofy trips and tosses all the dishes. She can tell when either Pete or Mortimer are here.The staff can rely on her for cleaning the high ass ceilings because she can climb up walls with no problem. And her webs make the best Halloween decor.

Von Drake and Jumba being so fascinated with Yuu's anatomy and intelligence. Whether has organic webbing or made web shooters of her own, they want so badly to experiment on them (definitely not gonna try to get bit by a radioactive spider too, nope).

Jamil being torn from freaked out to having a crush on a girl with spider powers. Jafar trying to convince him that she's not an actual spider so that his ship could sail

Yuu making a web hammock to calm down the little kids in the club. Next minute she's having a strength competition with Hercules and Gaston because she can lift up to ten tons.

The clubgoers seeing her memories and freaking over the fact that Yuu has been up against so many dangerous foes and life or death situations such as the iconic train scene. It scares them even more than the overblots do.

The Parr family from the Incredible (if they're here in the au), feel so bad because she's doing vigilante work all on her own. Edna mode upgrades Yuu's spider suit to a new level with glee.

Yuu: No capes please. It's disrespectful to my image.

Edna: *sniffle* Would you like to be my daughter?

Okay okay okay first of all I'm going to vent a bit about ATSV because Pavitr my boy, my sunshine, my everything is literally so important to me like hell yeah give me the south asian/brown kid representation (now if only there was an young asian girl with a bob so I can feel better about that Dora the Explorer look my mum forced me to have throught 90% of primary school whilst all of my friends got to grow their own hair out)

Also not going to lie the only reason I'm into ATSV is because I've been a Mayday Parker stan since 2017 - like she is everything (and her backstory is just so sad like PeterMJ didn't deserve that). My favourite spider-people after Peter are his multiversal daughters because girldad Peter is everything (I actually own physical copies of the Renew Your Vows comics that are about Peter and MJ's daughter, Annie-May Parker, and they are so frickin good) but I digress...

Yes but Spider-Girl!Yuu is so cool. Thank you for giving me this idea.

I don't know if I want Yuu to have her own Guy in the Chair back in her universe and for Idia to feel jealous/threatened or for her to have no guy in the chair until she comes to twst and Ortho is like 'my time has come'

Ohh imagine the insane parkour skills she, Ruggie and Aladdin would have.

I know that being insanely smart in science is a Peter Parker thing and doesn't really apply to all Spider-People but I think she would be a science whizz (and joining the science club - making Crewel's already glaringly obvious favouritism skyrocket) and hanging out with all of the scientist characters like Prof Von Drake, Jumba, Yzma etc.

Her and Herc would be training buds. He'd see her and her heroics and superhuman friend and be like 'new best friend :D'. Phil loves the heroic potential she has and wants to train her but Pegasus and Megara are like nope and swoop him away.

Oh but imagine the beastfolk finding out about her enhanced senses and how sometimes they cause sensory overload and helping her out because they grew up like that so they know how to manage it better (I once read a fic that said that Savanaclaw showers have soaps with subtler scents to accommodate their enhanced sense of smell and like yes) whilst she's still getting used to it and has to keep it a secret back in her world.

I'm thinking back to all of the MCU!Peter Parker fics I read and all of the spider DNA tropes that tickled my fancy and I can just imagine the twst/HoM cast reacting to things like her having no thermoregulation (and going into hibernation), her purring, her being allergic/having a poison like reaction to peppermint, her having fangs (her being venomous would be cool as well - like imagine Kaa being all fanboying over her fangs and venom glands) etc..

Okay so I remember having a bunch of ideas about this but I can't recall all of them so here... 😅

[nightcolorz]

okay i swear last from me tonight and no spoilers for show but i need armand happiness can we have some book armand / devils minion headcanons. literally about anything- their relationship, what they like to do, post canon, general armandisms that make me love him So Much?

don’t worry about bothering me I love when u interact with me <33 ok so I have a rlly cringe post canon devils minion head canon that I have been wanting to talk about but it’s rlly cringe and self indulgent 😭💔 but tbh, about as cringe as anything in late book canon so 🤷 I hope u enjoy and it makes u feel better, it’s my go to comfort headcanon

so I think Anne rices canon introduction of “through Science™️ vampires can conceive children with the help of DNA 🧬 , but they will come out as genetic clones, literally like identical twins but they r ur child, and lestat has a canon clone son” is a stroke of unhinged world building genius that is greatly underutilized by the fandom! I also think the vampire chronicles fandom is rlly missing out on some cringe fandom trademarks (like fandom ocs, ridiculous aus, stuff like that) bcus of the lawsuit thing probably. So anyway, I made the change I want to see in the world, and I have a genetic clone fan child oc 🙏. inspired by Armand’s canonically paternal personality and nurturing tendencies and soft spot for children, I like to think that way way post canon (around modern day) Armand and Daniel decide to Start A Family, and go through the process lestat did of conceiving a clone child with a surrogate (through armands dna), and they have a son (clone of Armand) named Ivan (after Armand’s father, I’m sappy) ! 🥰🥰 . It’s so silly I know, but I think having the opportunity to raise a human child and getting to give him and watch him live the mortal life he constantly envies and hoped to be able to provide Benji and Sybelle (before it was stripped from them) would be like, rlly good for Armand, and definitely I could see him in later canon wanting to pursue having a child with Daniel bcus of this unresolved grief. The clone layer, as ridiculous as it is, adds another dimension of sappy bcus not only will Armand get to live out the catharsis of giving a human child the fulfilled human life he never got, he will also get to see *himself*, or an almost too literal embodiment of his inner child, get to experience what he never did, and live that happy and safe childhood that Armand was deprived of. I think watching his son who looks just like him grow up and become a man while Armand is eternally frozen as a teen would be hard for him, but still healing and important.

So in my heart, post canon Armand and Daniel have their shit together enough to healthily (tho imperfectly) raise their clone son Ivan, who lives and dies a mortal. Ivan is the most spoiled child to ever live and he has a lavish playroom that is practically a house, fifty iPads, probably like ten ponies, etc etc. I imagine since he shares so much of Armand’s dna he strongly carry’s a lot of his traits, such as autism and strong hyper fixations. And I like to think he’s a little bit of a brat like Armand was as a child🙏 especially since his other dad Daniel does little to discourage those tendencies 😭. Ivan is a screen addict, a model train addict, and a Wolf Kid. He grows up to be the freakiest, strangest, long haired big bearded 5’6 ginger man at the gay bar. As a toddler Armand dresses him like a tiny fancy little man bcus he won’t have any son of his committing any fashion crimes, but unfortunately for Armand Ivan takes after Dad-niel in the fashion department and by the time he’s able to dress himself he wears wolf themed t-shirts and cargo shorts everyday 💔💔

Daniel is rlly naturally good with kids which is incredibly sexy and romantic to Armand. He’s the fun dad 💀 Armand is a little too strict and a little to over protective bcus of how trauma based I imagine his parenting would be, and daniels laid back, comfy and understanding energy helps level that out. When he’s a teenager Ivan goes through a rebellious emo phase and Armand and Daniel have to spend all of their energy desperately trying to ensure Ivan doesn’t tap into his addiction gene or his strong susceptibility to inheriting his father’s personality disorders 💀. He is very doted on and very loved, he is given more care and attention than any other child would be capable of receiving 😭. Armand is convinced he’s a child genius and will definitely cure cancer and become a world leader, so he tends to parade him around like his prized possession that everyone needs to know is incredibly special during Vampire Family reunions or whatever goes on post canon. ivan is not allowed to interact with Most vampires, except for Uncle Louis, who finds it emotionally difficult to be around children 😭 and Uncle Lestat (only under careful supervision of Uncle Louis), who loves throwing Ivan around like a ragdoll and telling him embarrassing facts about Armand 💀

I hope u like this lol, thank u for the ask!!! <33 u r always welcome to ask me for headcanons or ask for my thoughts, that is my favorite thing. Anyways, for those who r invested, here’s my Ivan art

[bugstung]

(Pretty much) All my headcanons and symbolisms for my EmpiresSMP designs!

With some further detailling about some stuff under read more

Season 1

Pixl: Watchers are not some big bad evil Gods, but astral spirits watching over the worlds. As they See everything, they are often linked to the Vigil (as well as people given the gift of prophecy)

The life symbol was added after his alliance with Joey

Joel: A terracotta statue given life from the Mother Tree, he's flesh and bones (because magic), but him (and all the Mezalea habitants) returned to their statue form when Joel died of grief.

He does have other clothes to work in, but you're practically never going to see him in those.

Some other Mezalea headcanons

Jimmy: Most witches come from the swamp, and he's one of them. They specialize in potions and talismans.

Hair are important to codfolks, the act of brushing or braiding them are used in certain spells, thus why most codfolks don't have short hair.

His appearance is also more wild looking than before because of his slow transformation into a God.

The Cod Alliance gifted each other jewelries to remind and protect each others.

(Pixl and Joel's jewelries are under their clothes as necklaces)

Wizards vs Witches

Coldfolk culture and more

Some more codfolk thoughts

After killing a certain amount of salmons, codfolks get a tattoo of dead salmons somewhere on their body.

Pearl: Similarly to Mythland, they see physical activities and fights as important (mostly for work but also protect themselves from ennemies).

I. don't have anything from Shrub I'm sorry I didn't watch her and I don't know her lore very well

Gem: Gem and fWhip grew up together to be wizards in the Crystal Cliffs, pressured to be perfect by their elders. Gem turned out to be naturally talented at magic, so everything rested on her shoulders.

She still keeps a lot of her strict education, but tries to make a change in the stressful wizard society.

She has a ring to represent the WRA (and another for magic channeling), and lots of scars from magic experiments.

Hair and the Geminitays

Wizards vs Witches (again, but it's important for Gem and fWhip lore)

fWhip: As said in the posted linked above, fWhip failed the wizard exams (he doesn't have any magical powers) and ran away in the newly founded Grimlands. His ingenuousness made him Count of the Grimlands. The Grimlands do not do magic. They mix science, engineering and alchemy instead. Symbols similar to sigils (or those of alchemy) are often seen engraved in their creations.

The deepslate corruption gave him wings, but they were not strong enough to fly so he has prosthetics to help him fly

He's actually quite clumsy, and ended up with lots of scars, and a missing hand:

Joey: (clearer design of his crown, made to ressemble the pharmacy snake thingie)

He bleaches his own hair.

He bleeds gold, and his scars are golden as well from his over use of Totems of Undying

Him being an avian allowed him a easy access to the Lost Empire. He wears the Ocelot print to look a bit more like its habitants.

Also his spit has healing properties.

Sausage: Mythland and Magic

Blood sheeps are sacred, but also feared, thus the fur to protect the citizens a bit from them.

Sausage lost his eyes when sparring with fWhip when younger. fWhip made him the eye prosthesis, and Gem enchanted it. May or may not have become corrupted in the whole Xornoth thing so they did another one for him.

Scott: I surprisingly do not have much for him. His cape can turn into wings. He stopped being able to do that when his ice powers showed up because they froze.

Very strict haircut, elves must be tidy and proper all the time.

Lizzie: She adapted rather well to her transformation, mostly changed her clothes for better swimming. Joel jokingly made her a bracelet to replace her now too small ring "in case she grows again", but she wears it seriously.

S2 Joel has very similar clothes to her because of faint memories.

Katherine: Yeah I fucked and forgot to color her inking, she was supposed to look like this (I noticed too late and never bothered to correct it)

Katherine has this whole "I want to be friends with everyone" that I associate with lambs, thus her ears and hooves. She's a fae with some weird morals.

SEASON 2

I have wayyy less for season 2, especially for the empires themselves.

fWhip: Goblins are direct descendants from the Grimlands (and a few from Crystall Cliffs), that hid underground after the explosion. They kept digging and exploring the caves until they found a place to settle. The green skin, cat like paws and eyes are from them adapting to living in caves.

Food is very important to them, they eat several times a day, and often have banquets. They also kept the Grimlands technique of blacksmithing, but adapted it for gold.

Jimmy: Yeehaw he's a cowboy. Not much to say ngl, I do headcanon him as a werewolf depending on the day.

Tumble Town heard cows, but also creepers (where do you think they get that gunpowder from!!) (headcanon from @doodleshrimpsad). Also, cats are sacred there

Pixl: He's got some magical and futuristic technology making him able to see builds and events from the past.

Got some knees problems, thus the cane. It has sigils on it that he wrote himself based of books from old times (I'm thinking they're sigils from the Cod Empire and the Grimlands)

I desperatly need to think about more about Pixandria, and how tf David (or at least a newer version of it) arrived at the Ancient City.

Joel: Yeah he got top surgery and got a cool tattoo of laurels, but he also bleeds gold and his scars are golden. God don't bow to human rules anyway.

The braid come from a habit he can't doesn't remember getting. it feels important.

Lower Stratos got a lot of rituals, prayers and offering but I haven't figured those out exactly. Just know that I associate s2 Joel with Dionysus a lot so expect similar stuff /sweats/

False: I have literally no idea what's going in her empire, and even less in her lore. The hp name put me off so. Idk. Cool clocks. She got a prosthetic leg.

Sausage: I haven't gotten to his lore part of his videos so idk his backstory. But he does have a cape that ressemble parrot wings because jungle, animals yadda yadda

Scott: He was actually due a redesign that I haven't gotten to yet so.

The outfit I've drawn him in that lineup is an everyday look, while the costume is for empires meeting or exploring.

Oli: Silly bard, his hat has faling strings that reminded me of floppy bunny ears and I thought it was cute. He bleaches his hair.

Got a lot of magic in his songs, people often stops by at his Kingdom just to hear sing and dance. They're a bit hypnotic and people seem to feel better afterwards.

Katherine: That's her monster hunter clothes. She still wants to keep it cute so pink skirt it is. That would be her normal clothes (it's like reverse magical girl, her poofy dress is her everyday dress)

Shelby: I do not have much for her (again), but I can link my Wizard vs Witches post again because it has my headcanons of why witches have academies now.

After all the complicated spells, she likes to do simple fashion magic. Tying a knot or a bow is to seal a spell, so she uses them a lot to do some simple protection spells on her clothes.

Pirate Joe: He's wearing lots of stolen jewelries, some may be enchanted, some may be cursed. Who knows? Not him.

The gold earring come from that belief among pirates that having a golden earrings gives you a better eyesight ( it's from a acupuncture point, and for some, wearing gold in the proper pierced place would help your eyesight).

Katherine did that braid in his hair, and Joe (like cod folks and crystal cliffs habitants), believes that braiding someone's hair means they will fall in love with you.

Gem: I'll have to link back that link about Hair and Geminitays as it got everything I got for her. She sometimes fight with Katherine about hair and its importance. My start of headcanons kinda got crushed because she's linked to hc Gem so idk what to do with her or her kingdom anymore.

Lizzie: She's got her mask to hide her cat face, but her bow is actually a charm hiding her other cat features. The mask is just to be sure.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐎𝐂: 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍

Name: Cheron von Blocksberg

Homeland: Hell

Dorm: Diasomnia

Class: 3-C

Age: 18(ish)

Height: 192 cm w/o horns

Club: Had trouble picking but ended up in the Science Club

Best Subject: Ancient Curses & Practical Magic

Hobbies: Studying magic, reading, fashion

Pet peeves: His wings getting caught on door frames… just build more arched gateways, mortals

Favourite food: The souls of the damned… just kidding, it’s lasagna

Least favourite food: Anything too sweet and tacky

Talent: Getting under people’s skin (without the teachers noticing)

Cheron von Blocksberg, the Prince of Hell, cuts an imposing figure befitting his position. Even if his height doesn’t manage to impress, his leathery wings and the pair of thick horns crowning his head, paired with his sharp claws and fangs, are enough to have people backing away from him. The crimson ends of his dark hair, reminiscent of hell fire, and the blazing intensity of his ruby and golden eyes do not help in making him more approachable. One look at him makes it apparent why he was sorted into the dorm based on the Thorn Fairy’s spirit of nobility.

Coming to Night Raven College is more of an excuse to leave the bleak and lifeless planes of his home. Considering his status, his education growing up was already pretty all encompassing, so his life at NRC is more about entertaining himself by toying with the living souls around him and seeing what he can tempt them into. Cheron’s not exactly hostile but some of their reactions are just so funny, he can’t help himself at times. Before coming to NRC, he wasn’t quite sure how much the living would differ from the damned but it turns out you can talk circles around them all the same; all the better for a silver tongued demon like him.

Unlike others, he doesn’t go around flaunting his power, though he will put people in their place if necessary. Besides, it’s not like he has to go around making people more aware of how threatening he can be; his title, high grades and the gossip going around campus do that for him. Despite his charming and easy-going smile, most people like to keep him at arm’s length, just like his housewarden. However, unlike Malleus, Cheron is actually present around campus and his mood can be rather unpredictable behind that amused expression of his, which makes people as wary of him as of Floyd.

Still, it’s not like he’s completely heartless, putting in some effort, especially for those who’ve earned his respect, and joking around most of the time. No, no, he is taking this seriously, trust him. After all, he is here to meet new people and build connections, and humans fascinate him. In his free time, he’s quite fond of researching old magic and even experimenting with altering and creating new ones. Some students have also reported seeing him pour over fashion magazines or with his nose stuck in a book.

“Hm? Oh you’re the Ramshackle Prefect, aren’t you? I’m Cheron, nice to meet you! Say, you must have some interesting stories to tell, I wouldn’t mind lending you my ear over a coffee some time. Just call me when you’re feeling chatty~”

Relationship with other students:

Riddle - If there’s someone Riddle has to resist collaring as often as Floyd or Ace, it might be Cheron. Sure, in front of the teachers, the prince is a model student; always properly dressed, never late and on top of his coursework. But Riddle knows better. Calling Cheron an angel is like trying to convince him the sky is red. Yet, the Diasomnia student isn’t technically breaking any rules, always operating through some kind of loophole, which frustrates the Heartslabyul housewarden even more. Still, he’ll give credit where credit is due and silently commends his meticulousness and will to study.

Leona - If Leona had horns he could lock, it would probably happen more often than anyone would like. In a way, Cheron ticks him off more than the other lizard by the sole fact he has to see his face more often around campus. While Malleus is annoyingly oblivious at times and many of Leona’s taunts fall on deaf ears, Cheron returns them with interest each time. The lion prince isn’t sure if he prefers that, so he settles for not meeting the Diasomnia student more often than necessary.

Azul - At first Azul thought he might have struck big. Another Diasomnia prince from a distant land? One far off from living society? Perhaps if he was as clueless as Malleus or naïve as Kalim… In his conversation to test the waters, however, the octomer soon learnt he’d get burnt if he tried anything funny and has made a berth around Cheron since. Whenever he sees the demon with one of the tweels, he can feel a headache incoming.

Kalim - Cheron has seen more than enough souls who had to pay the ultimate price for their greed in the end, so when he heard the heir of the Al-Asim family would be joining NRC, he couldn’t help but be sceptical. Yet, he would admit, Kalim surprised him. Despite all of his wealth, greed was one of the least fitting words to describe him and Cheron could respect that. If you could fault Kalim for anything it was his naïveté but that was hardly a sin. So Cheron found himself being much more genuine with the second year than with others, no matter how distrustful Jamil was of him.

Vil - Vil tried not to get ahead of himself when he met Cheron the first time. Sure, he carried himself with grace and elegance befitting his position but he knew from experience with Leona and Malleus, that didn’t have to mean anything. Yet, the blond was positively surprised when Cheron maintained his pristine appearance and showed off his manners. And against all odds, the demon hit it off with Vil surprisingly well after commenting on the magazine the model was studying. Then again, Vil is one of the few people who have earned Cheron’s respect, so maybe it’s not so surprising after all.

Idia - Listen, Cheron gets it. Being from a gloomy environment and expected to take over the family business himself, he can sympathise with Idia, almost to the point of leaving the fellow fiery-haired guy alone. Almost. However, the Ignihyde housewarden is just so much fun to tease. The first time they met, Cheron had to stop himself from grinning too hard as Idia nearly fell over backwards, stammering out an excuse to get away. As one of the first interactions with the living, it had a pretty forming impression on him. Still, he makes sure to cut the poor guy some slack… every now and then.

Malleus - As the heir apparent of Briar Valley and his housewarden, Cheron obviously treats Malleus with respect, though his tone is laced with playful teasing most of the time, which usually results in Sebek popping a vein. Malleus does not pick up on it. People sometimes wonder if Cheron is jealous of the other prince for snatching the housewarden position but those are just rumours. Sure, he doesn’t shy away from metaphorically locking horns with the dragon but being a housewarden sounds like a hassle and Cheron’s not about that. His gargoyle-esque appearance does net him some points with Malleus though, who was terribly disappointed to learn he was, in fact, not a sentient gargoyle.

Jade - Octavinelle’s vice housewarden has always taken to studying the behaviours of those around him, either to learn more about them or to learn from them. In the case of Cheron, it’s both. On one hand, Jade finds great amusement in watching him interact with students around campus, an air of sly aloofness surrounding him. One the other hand, there are so many rumours surrounding him without enough proof to match them, which fascinates Jade the same way a good puzzle would.

Floyd - Putting Cheron and Floyd together can either lead to a catastrophe or… well, a catastrophe. Their moods either clash and they are ready to go at each other’s throats -Cheron hiding it significantly better than Floyd- which spells trouble for those in their vicinity. Or, they get along splendidly, egging each other on and terrorising the poor souls around them. Either way, avoiding them together might be the smartest option.

Trey & Rook - As his clubmates, they regularly interact with Cheron outside of normal classes. And while Trey sometimes still sweats bullets seeing both Rook and Cheron around certain chemicals, he learnt pretty soon after the prince joined the club that he was very well read and much more responsible than the whispers about him would suggest. Rook just holds a general fascination for the demon and enjoys bouncing ideas off each other.

[braveclementine]

Damon x reader pt. 3

Warnings: slight angst, torture, teasing, sweet talk

Copyright: I do not own any TVD/TO/Legacies characters, nor any places in New Orleans or Mystic Falls that may be mentioned.

I woke up in a padded white room. The only piece of furniture was a metal gurney in the middle of the room complete with straps and whatnot.

I was completely alone and also naked. I curled my knees into my chest, wrapping my arms around my knees, not wanting to be displayed so obviously.

I swept my H/L H/C hair down my front so that it also gave me a bit of cover from any prying eyes.

The mirrors that reflected my S/C face back to me were probably two-way, meaning that someone could be looking through at me. I couldn't make out a door in the room at all. It was just mirrors all around, even at my back.

I wondered where Damon was, how long I had been out, and what was going to happen to me now. What experiments were going to be done on me?

Damon and Enzo had gone through experiments before. Telling stories of how doctors rooted around in their chest cavities, removing the liver or kidneys or other organs, seeing what could grow back- which was everything- and how long it took. Even eyes. There would be no relief from the pain, a constant torture, vervain often laced in the fingertips to cause burning.

I shivered violently, feeling a pounding something behind my eyes. The lights, they were too bright. The white of this room, it was to much. And I knew it was because of what I was. I was a vampire.

Well, I was in the transition of becoming one. I needed blood, preferably human blood, to complete the transaction.

At that moment, Mr. Laritate entered the room, flanked this time by four guards, one of them dragging Damon's body with him.

In Mr. Laritate's hand was a glass of blood. I could smell it from here, a rich, warm, amazing aroma and I felt the veins underneath my eyes started to crackle and pop.

Mr. Laritate smiled, "Do you want this?"

I didn't move a muscle and I didn't answer. There would be some sort of game played. If I wanted the blood, something would happen to Damon. I knew that's what this would be, that's what it always was. In the past, in books, in movies, in everything.

"I know you do. So come over here like a good girl and drink it and then lay down on the table."

My eyes flicked over to Damon. The guard had hauled him up against the padded wall, chaining his wrists to the wall. They hung loosely as he was completely unconscious. His black hair was slick, sticking to his neck and forehead. His normally rosy complexion was pale.

"I'm not going to do anything to him. The process has already been done. It's your turn now. We simply need you to drink this and lay down on the table." Mr. Laritate said, frustration lacing his voice, "But we can hurt him if you don't."

But drinking the blood would relieve me of a torture. . . didn't they want to torture me? Yes, but they couldn't unless I became a Vampire.

I got to my feet, padding over, arms across my chest in discomfort. I reached out, taking the glass from Mr. Laritate.

I drank the whole thing before the glass was snatched from my hands. I supposed they didn't want to give me a chance to break the glass and hurt them.

Throwing another glance at Damon's unconscious, but stirring form, I climbed onto the table, laying on my back, flinching at the cold metal. I closed my eyes, unable to stare at the bright lights.

Everything was to much. I could hear sounds throughout the entire yacht, from business men- I suppose the higher ups- discussing Vampire pregnancies- to the cooks in the kitchen, completely oblivious to the science experiment happening down below. I could smell the food in the kitchen, along with both the appealing scent of Damon and the less appealing scent of the others- though their blood smelt good.

I could feel the cold metal, the smoothness to it, and the harshness as well. The clamps that they locked into place around my wrists, ankles, and neck. I felt the sharp, simple pierce of the needle and wondered just exactly what they were going to do to me.

And of course, the sight. The inside of my eyelids were bright red from the harsh lights beating down on me, almost producing a heat of their own.

"What is something that a Vampire and another Vampire can't do?" Mr. Laritate's voice broke through my cataloguing of my senses.

"I don't know." I replied bitterly.

"Very disappointing Miss Y/L/N. The answer is, two vampires cannot make a child. This is not a Twilight story. We have been trying for years to make medical changes to a Vampire's sexual organs so that they can produce a child. The past couple of tries, we joined medicine and magic together with a few witches. Our last attempt was successful until the vampire female conceived a child. The male vampire then pulled out both hers and his own heart in fear that they would never leave."

I felt my heart pumping faster in my chest. I really hated needles and I despised surgery. "You, Miss Y/L/N, are the perfect specimen for this. Young, untainted, untouched, and with a loving mate on her arm."

I realized what this was going to entail and I felt a stab of disappointment that my first time having sex was to conceive a magical baby with Damon who had only just pronounced his love for me. We weren't exactly supposed to go to the sex stage already.

"You're insane." I muttered.

"I promise you I'm not." Mr. Laritate replied, appearing over me. I could feel my body freezing up and I wondered if they'd stuck me with anesthesia. But instead, I felt like my body was being frozen, unable to move. He stuck a hand out, stroking my cheek.

I would've turned my head to bite him, except the freezing feeling had stopped at my neck and I quickly shut my eyes again. If my eyes froze as well, I didn't want to be staring up at the light for the entire surgery time.

"Leave her alone." Damon's voice was weak, unauthoritative.

"Dae-"

His name, frozen on my lips as the surgery started. It was a good thing I couldn't talk. The first cut they made would've released a blood curling scream from me.

It was deep, slicing open the stomach before the wound was laced with vervain, preventing it from closing as they worked.

If I could've moved, I would've been writhing all over the table, unable to hold still, screaming my head off. I was glad that I couldn't move, I was glad I couldn't make any noise because I could feel Damon's tortured eyes on me. This was bad enough for him, it could've been worse.

The only thing that showed I was in pain were the silent salty tears that flowed soundless down my cheeks. I could hear them patter onto the metal of the table as they flowed consistently from pain.

"Y/N. Y/N. Y/N." Damon kept groaning my name like a calming mechanism. His voice making my name was beautiful and I wished I could answer him.

"Y/N."

Damon.

"Y/N."

Damon.

I wished I could pass out from the pain. I wished the pain would send me out. I wished I was dead, burning. The blade sliced open something inside of me I probably didn't even know the name of or the purpose of.

Then a needle, something miniscule like a toothpick holding something open. More vervain, more pain, more tears.

"Y/N!" Damon shouted.

Yes, I'm here.

"I'M SORRY!" Damon screamed.

It's okay.

"I'M SORRY." He was sobbing now.

My heart hurt.

Just kill me. Kill him. End the pain.

The tears flowed faster, physical and emotional pain rutting my body. Ping, ping, ping as they hit the table, making puddles I was sure.

And then, there was the feeling of water, washing away vervain. The feeling of a needle being drawn over my skin, closing up the wound in my stomach. The feeling of a needle being pulled out of my arm.

I felt the feeling slowly return to my body, the same way that it had disappeared- feet upwards.

My body started to shake horribly as they weren't quite done with the stitches while the feelings were returned. The ankle cuffs helped a little bit, but not much and I felt warm hands press down on my legs to keep them from thrashing to much.

By the time the feeling was returned to my neck, my entire body was trembling and shivering. When my mouth was free, it opened, letting out the worst scream I had ever let out in my life. I snapped my eyes open, seeing tears falling down Damon's face which only increased from both of us when our eyes met.

I had never seen Damon cry and it was a terrible sight. Puffy, pink eyes and a bloody lip from biting it so hard. He looked exhausted and I realized he had to have gone through the same treatment as I had- male vampires couldn't procreate either. Only Niklaus because he was a hybrid.

Once my body settled down, the doctor and nurses left. The restraints around my wrists and ankles were snapped open with a hiss, but not the one around my neck, effectively preventing me from sitting up or moving.

A few moments later, the air grew heavy with the scent of vervain and I felt myself start to lose consciousness

🤍𓆩♡𓆪☁️

"Y/N?"

I recognized the voice, but I didn't want to answer it. I was so tired and I felt so much pain. Couldn't they leave me alone to die? If not die, at least let me sleep damnit!

"Y/N?"

The voice was clearly Damon's, but I didn't really care. If he wanted to wake me up he could just kiss me. Kissing me might make the pain go away. . . actually it was already fading. . . but maybe I could pretend I was still in pain so he could kiss me.

"Please Y/N."

Everything rushed back to me. The game show, the surgery, the acid rain, everything.

I blinked my eyes open, Damon's concerned face inches from mine. He let out a sigh of relief when my E/C eyes met his blue ones.

"Thank God." He replied.

"Are you okay?" I croaked out, raising a hand to cup his rough cheek. "Where are we?"

"I'm alright. I woke up before you. We are. . . basically trapped."

I sat up slowly, Damon helping me be gentle. The stitches had dissolved, my stomach healed over from my vampire blood.

We were laying down upon a bed. It was large, wide enough for both of us to lie down comfortably on it and have just a little space to ourselves. It was a rich red with faded gold and even had four posters and red drapes. Fancy.

It was also the only piece of furniture in the room, the stone floor looked like it had been sprayed with something, small pieces of green was laying there every so often. The door was handle less, resulting in no escape and there was also only one window, to tiny for anything bigger than a chipmunk to get through, though long.

"Is that vervain?" I questioned the liquid like stuff on the floor.

"We have no way off the bed." Damon said grimly.

I was suddenly aware of a strange electricity that seemed to be between the two of us.

"Are you really alright Damon?" I whispered.

"No, not really. I didn't want this for you and I don't just mean the damn surgery shit."

Right, he meant being a vampire.

"You didn't need a cursed life." Damon finished softly, reaching out, twisting my hair between his fingers.

I reached upwards, cupping his hand, keeping it to my face. "Damon, I love you. I want to be with you. And now, I can be."

Damon smiled a little before leaning into to kiss me. It was a sweet, slow thing. Not lust driven or passion driven. Just a sprinkle of love and happiness. It was short-lasted though as he pulled back and murmured, "The Evil doctor said if you do get pregnant, then they'll let you go after you deliver the baby. They only want the baby to see how it reacts. Then, they can let vampires know and they'll get willing participants who actually want kids."

I nodded, "And you believe him?"

Damon hesitated, "Not really. I think our friends will get us out of this though. The game was supposed to end in a few days. When we don't make it back, Bonnie will do a locator spell."

"They might think we won though and think we went on a vacation or something." I pointed out with worry. I felt comfortable in this room, despite the vervain floor. There was almost no light, so I could keep my eyes open without feeling like I was being blinded.

Damon bit his lip because we weren't sure what they would do. They could fake us as winners, that was for certain.

"Damon?" I asked quietly, looking down at the red and gold comforter. We were both naked, both of us under the sheets, covering ourselves up for the most part.

"Yeah?"

"Do you. . . do you still. . . now that I'm a vampire. . ." I was trying to figure out a way to ask the question without sounding clingy or needy.

"I still love you." Damon whispered. "I love you Y/N and I'm going to get us out of this, I promise."

I nodded, leaning over to rest my forehead on Damon's shoulder. "Do you think. . . do you think they'll hurt one of us if we. . . if we don't. . . you know- do it."

"I don't even know if this is going to work." Damon muttered. "And it's not how I was imaging anything."

I nodded. I understood that.

I felt Damon's fingers brush my cheek. "Y/N. . ."

I turned my head slightly, taking in Damon's tortured and yet lustful eyes. He leaned down, capturing my lips with his, rolling me over onto my back, his weight light and gentle on mine.

"Is this okay?" He asked, running his lips down my jaw line and finding a sweet spot on my neck that I didn't even know existed as I let out a low, delighted moan.

"Y-yes." I breathed out. "Bu-but you know I'm a- a virgin, right?"

Damon chuckled, "Believe me, I know."

I wondered what that meant.

"So?" Damon asked, pressing his lips to my chin. "You ready?"

I looked at his face, lined with love and passion, along with lust and perhaps a sprinkle of worry about how I was going to fare with this. But I had wanted him for so long and even if this was the circumstances, I knew we'd get out of this. The Salvatore's always got out of things and I would get out of this with him too. And he loved me, so I had nothing to worry about.

I closed my eyes and whispered, "Yes."

⬅️➡️

[livgr3]

Fairy Tale Musicals: Little Shop of Horrors (1981) dir. Frank Oz

Little Shop of Horrors has a somewhat lengthy history of multiple adaptations. The first iteration of the story was the 1960 film The Little Shop of Horrors, with a screenplay inspired by science fiction stories of the 1950s. Then, the movie was adapted into an off-Broadway musical in 1982. In 1986, the popular musical was adapted into the high camp, soon to be cult-classic movie musical Little Shop of Horrors, directed by Frank Oz, whose experience in creating and puppeteering The Muppets would lend itself to Little Shop's impressive Audrey II puppets.

Three teen girls who live on Skid Row, Crystal, Ronette, and Chiffon, introduce and narrate the events of the film.

Seymour and Audrey are both struggling to make ends meet, and work at Mr. Mushnik's failing flower shop on Skid Row. Seymour, who has a hobby of collecting exotic plants, brings a mysterious plant to the shop, Audrey II, which draws in customers and gives the shop a fighting chance at staying in business. As the plant begins to make Seymour more popular and successful, he discovers that the only thing that he can feed the plant to make it grow is human blood. (Also it can talk and sing.) Meanwhile, Audrey's abusively masochistic dentist boyfriend Orin becomes more and more insidious towards her, making him into the perfect candidate for Audrey II's first victim...

Aesthetic Markers of Class, Race, and "Bootstraps" Myths Through Song

Though Oz's film is still set in the 1960s when its source film was made and generally parodies conventions of '60s B-movies, it is clearly influenced by the politics of the 1980s, when it was made. I will read Oz's Little Shop alongside two specific events: The Reagan Administration and the Second-wave Feminist movement.

Let's close read the musical number "Skid Row" to see how formal and stylistic elements enhance racial difference and enforce the "Pull yourself up by the bootstraps" rhetoric that became popular during the Reagan era as a way to justify and distract from the growing economic disparities in America.

Though the three narrators provide a segue into the song by exclaiming that there is no chance of "bettering ourselves" on Skid Row, Audrey and Seymour end the song determined to get out of their situations. They are notably the only two people in this ensemble number to sing about getting out of Skid Row, looking up towards the sky as the song ends while the rest of the cast looks down. Several other stylistic markers set Audrey and Seymour apart throughout the song, such as the bright lighting on only them, their brighter clothes/hair in comparison to everyone else's dull attire, and even the slower tempo and more gentle style of singing during their verses.

While Seymour and Audrey's economic status makes them "Othered" protagonists (much like Eliza Dolittle in Ray's analysis of My Fair Lady), the formal elements of this number serve to further Otherize people of color. It is important to consider Seymour and Audrey's whiteness in comparison to the ensemble, which consists of many Black performers. With these two white characters as the only ones to sing about wanting to get out of Skid Row while the others do not, the film contributes racist capitalist narratives that one's economic status is a "choice." This is further supported by the fact that the rest of the ensemble of this number rarely shows up throughout the rest of the film. Their only purpose is to foil the protagonists' strife, making the audience feel as though they are rooting for the "little guy" or the "Other" at the expense of another, racialized Other.

However, the narrative that continues after this song seems to subvert and rework this very same myth of finding economic success through the exploitation of The Other.

After finding out that Audrey II feeds on human flesh and blood, the meek and good-natured Seymour struggles to see anyone as "deserving" of death. That is, until Audrey II directs him towards Audrey's abusive boyfriend Orin. Fast forward a bit, and Seymour later feeds his boss, Mr. Mushnik, to Audrey II. The death of both these characters promote Audrey II's growth, which increases the attention it gets from the media and therefore brings Seymour more wealth.

Since the film dips into conventions of Sci-Fi and monster movies, it is expected that those who are killed for financial gain are bodies which have been marked as disposable or lesser. However, the victims in this film, a horribly misogynistic man with a good career and a boss who disregards the well-being of his workers, could easily be construed as heroes in other films. In this film, Seymour and Audrey II flip the narrative of violent exploitation, fighting against oppressive figures in order to succeed in the very capitalist system which they help promote.

Complicating Femininity Through Race and Class

 Ray writes of My Fair Lady as indicating what it means to properly "be" a woman through a rags to riches transformation. Little Shop sets up the perfect foundation for such a transformation to occur to Audrey, who defies any notions of demure, proper womanhood with her "trashy" style and nasally voice. This physical transformation never happens, though, and Audrey's femininity or womanhood are never in question.

Instead, Audrey undergoes an internal transformation through the film's exploration of domestic abuse, which seems to be informed by a heightened awareness of the issue thanks to the advancements of the Second Wave Feminist movement. I find that the film handles this issue surprisingly well, with Audrey experiencing symptoms of abuse in a way that is very realistic, and she is never treated as a source of blame for the abuse Orin subjects her to. When Orin's death frees her of her circumstances, she regains a sense of autonomy and self-confidence.

Audrey's "I want" song, "Somewhere That's Green," also handles contentious aspects of womanhood in a way which considers economic class. In this song, Audrey sings that her biggest dream in life is to live in a comfortable suburban home married to Seymour. While the Second Wave Feminist movement fought against the designation of women as housewives, such a lifestyle would be a privilege to Audrey in her current economic state.

However, the film's three narrators are not given the same complex characterization. Ray writes of the "transgressive inner voice" of female musical protagonists as something progressive and empowering. The three narrators in Little Shop are basically only their voices (and they out-sing everyone else in the cast tbh), existing as an omnipotent presence that is only partially connected to the world of the film. Though the film definitely showcases their vocal talent and charm, they are reduced to an accessory with the sole purpose of narrating white stories.

Two Endings

The film's original ending followed the ending of the stage musical. In this version, Audrey II kills both Audrey and Seymour. Businessmen take cuttings of Audrey II and sell it across the country, accidentally creating an army of Audrey IIs that take over the US.

After two test screenings which left audiences uncomfortable and speechless, Oz filmed a new ending before the wider release of the film. In this new conclusion, Audrey and Seymour survive, kill Audrey II and live happily ever after.

Discussion Questions!

Does camp and the tone of movie musicals make it easier to include anti-capitalist themes and narrative points? Might the film have been made and widely released if the same themes were conveyed in a more "serious" manner?

What is the significance of Audrey II being a plant, as opposed to another kind of being? Could there be an environmentalist reading of the film?

Why do you think the darker ending was successful in the stage musical, but made audiences of the film adaptation uncomfortable? Do stage plays and films evoke different expectations?

What do you make of the second ending and the role of happy endings more generally - can they evoke a sense of hope, or are they an unrealistic distraction from real issues?

[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 4. Ruby Matthews

A/N: yes it is I! Back with another Ruby piece because why the hell not? Thanks for all the new love on my previous works surrounding this layered character. She’s been fun to watch and it’s only right that I do something else for this final season. Thoughts about it? There were great moments for sure but I don’t think it’s my favorite season, I’ll probably have to go back and watch to fully determine that. I still wanted more for lots of the characters and this season seemed to miss something and it’s not me fighting for the main ships like some of you are arguing over lol. Otis needs to be by his damn self for awhile! + Ruby deserves better than the way he treated her, I’ll say that and know she’ll find her person in the near future once she experiences more growth for sure. Anyways this show was gold! RIP.

PROMPTS from HERE + I’m using: caught in the rain + crunching leaves + “you’ve got leaves in your hair.”

WARNINGS: Reader has a name + fem pronouns. Ruby being a little bitchy towards reader + hints of a potential romance?

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Thanks to Milou's god-mother, she was able to clock out early from the book shop for the evening since a storm was brewing according to the older woman. It's funny really how Milou tended not to pay much attention to science or the weather whether-*wink* in conversation or just the mere thought of the subject, giving that she was surrounded by a bunch of people that worked in that field. Her absent mother was a meterologist who got a kick out of chasing storms, her late father was a broadcast meteorologist, her paternal uncle and ex boyfriend of her god-mother; who also happened to be her mother's best friend is a GIS analyst and finally her cousin and god-brother was studying to be a hydrologist.

As for Milou? She has no clue what she wanted to be in life, she was simply taking it one day at a time and going with the flow. Which she of course got shit for but she knew she loved books and tattoos. I mean hey! look at her god-mother, she didn’t have this goal board of being something fancy growing up she just stuck to what she loved. She came from a small family, a professor for a father, a step-father who worked in a boutique for two decades, and a mother as a florist. Milou’s god-mother always knew she loved books and candles so she eventually got into owning a book shop, making and selling candles on the side.

She did quite alright with her life if you asked Milou. Milou felt she was similar to her god-mother more than her own mother and figured with each day that the sun rose it would all work out…at least she hoped.

In the distance she sees someone dressed in red tweed attire, walking alongside their bike as Milou drives down the hill. It doesn’t take her long to realize that it’s Ruby Matthews and a smirk spreads on her lips then as she presses her foot on the gas. She thinks about speeding right pass her, turning the stereo up to make Ruby’s attention focused only on the back of her ride but it was interesting nonetheless to see Ruby on a bike instead in her own car.

“What’s this? Not the Queen of Moorfield doing actual labor? Where’s the Royal Chauffeurs?” Milou jokes from the driver’s side.

Immediately Ruby rolls her eyes, stopping in her tracks as she stretched a sarcastic smile over her pink painted lips, “oh Milou, haven’t you learned that harassment doesn’t look nice on you? That can lead to loads of things like imprisonment or pillory.”

“That’s extreme, yeah?” Milou tilts her head or the side while letting her wrists rest over the top of the steering wheel, “You call it harassment, I call it having a conversation with my neighbor.”

Ruby scoffs, “what makes you think I want to talk to someone like you?”

“I dunno something tells me you could use a friend…but if you prefer lonely strolls around town drinking that let me guess, pistachio latte on your own then don’t mind me.” Milou shrugs, pushing her sunglasses back up the bridge of her nose, “good day then, your highness.”

Ruby was more of a decaf tea person since coffee stains your teeth but when stress calls so does caffeine apparently!

And with that Ruby watches as Milou attempts to speed off but the smoke and spluttering coming from her car didn’t sound normal. Part of that gave Ruby satisfaction before she could let the sadness fill in more than anything.

Milou’s been Ruby’s neighbor since she was about nine, moving in from New Zealand, and Ruby always liked how Milou moved to her own drum. There was a time where Ruby considered being Milou’s friend but Ruby was whisked off to camp where she met Sarah— “O” and that changed everything Ruby knew about friendships.

Ruby coughed and fanned the smoke away up ahead…she honestly hoped there wouldn’t be a fire but Milou seemed to take her time kicking the door open and out the way. Cautiously Ruby made some steps forward as Milou whacked at her car a bit after popping the hood open.

“Look at that, your get away wasn’t as stunt like  as you hoped.” Ruby mockingly pouted while Milou side-eyed her.

Milou adjusted the cuffed back denim bucket hat on her head saying, “and what about you? I haven’t seen you ride a bike since we were knee-high.”

‘You still are,’ Ruby thought to herself as she peered at the shorter girl.

“Decided to try something new for college and it’s better for the environment.” Ruby stood up straight as she stated her claim.

Milou snorted at that, “you caring for the environment? Not likely.”

“Excuse me? You don’t know my interests.”

“Course I do. I pay more attention than you think regardless if we attend the same college or not. We lived next door to each other for years, I know enough.” Milou replied as she pushed away from her steaming car.

Milou stood by Ruby who held her analyzing stare, “your chains broken by the way.”

“I’ve noticed, thank you! Why else would I be walking?” Ruby sassed, “It’s not like this street is the best runway with its awful incline.”

Milou clicked her tongue and pointed, “Anything to strengthen the glutes.”

Ruby swallows to refrain from traveling her eyes elsewhere. Milou maybe short as ever but she’s always been athletic as a kid and it didn’t seem to change now into their teens, let’s just say that.

“I am the view, these hills better be proud that I’m even passing through.”

“…This is the only route to our neighborhood.”

“Do you have an answer for everything?!”

Milou laughs with a shrug of her shoulders deciding to switch the minor problem at hand, “I can probably fix that for you.”

“I know how to fix a bike! I just don’t have the tools…”

Milou sighs as she squats down near Ruby who takes a step back and sideways to give the girl some room.

“It’s bent…you’re going to need new chain.” Milou observes.

“That’s just great, as if this day couldn’t get any worse.”

Milou stands up at this, “want to talk about it?”

Ruby sips from her cup and pops her tongue, “Not particularly no.”

“We got a long way home on foot. Are you suuure?” Milou backs up towards her car to retrieve her things.

“Sorry? We?”

“Yes. This thing isn’t going anywhere, my transmission’s been on the brink of blowing at any moment.” Milou says nonchalantly while Ruby widens her eyes, “I’ll have to reach out to a friend to tow this baby up for me.”

“Transmission?! Isn’t that a safety hazard?”

“Oh certainly but there’s not much money in the bank to get a new car so…perhaps I’ll build me one in the near future for cheaper.”

“Wait…you know how to do that?”

“I’m a person of many traits my love.”

“Not your love.”

“Not yet.” Milou winks, popping a lolly into her mouth, “want to leave your bike in my trunk? My guy can fix it up for you and you’ll get it back in a day or two?”

“Thanks for the offer but I don’t know or trust this friend of yours. They could be a thief for all I know.” Ruby sticks her nose up in the air.

Milou snorts as she placed a hand on her chest, “does it really seem like I’d hang out with kleptomaniacs?”

Ruby now side eyes Milou staring at her finger tattoos mainly and shrugs, “who truly knows? You probably hang out at sketchy bars, smoke by dumpsters, and illegally race cars on the outskirts of town.”

“Wooow you really do know me,” Milou exhales, “I don’t smoke because I’d like to keep my teeth and lungs. And I don’t race cars anymore for income after crashing and breaking my collarbone last year driving that sweet corvette. So sorry babes, you’re wrong. Is it my turn to assume why you’re in a sour mood?”

Ruby pursed her lips knowing she was laying on the bitchiness but it just seemed to ooze out whenever she had interactions with Milou. It’s not like the girl’s ever had one main reason why they went at it but Milou was never one to take anyone’s shit, despite having her nose in a book reading or doodling and seeming checked out. She had Ruby figured out and Ruby couldn’t say the same with Milou, which is why she did not enjoy that much.

At least that’s what she portrayed.

“If I had to guess…Otis?”

Ruby scoffs and begins walking off.

“What did he do this time?” Milou spins on her feet, quickly locking her doors before following after the long haired girl and says, “Doesn’t seem like he’s been around much lately.”

Ruby spews over her shoulder, “And how exactly would you know that Hm? Are you proving my assumptions by being a weirdo and stalking me?”

“Never. It’s what you show and I’m not just talking about your socials…thanks for suddenly deciding to unblock me by the way.” Milou chats, “I’m talking about your energy, it’s different. Well except for you insulting me this entire time, you do seem a bit sadder these days. I just want to make sure you’re alright is all.”

Ruby feels her shoulders sink in a bit, a little surprised that anyone’s noticed this. Yes she’s been going through a heartbreak, friends being distant, dealing with seeing a old bully thrive in their new supposed “helpful,” role at this new school where Ruby can’t find her footing…it’s all been a bit much and she didn’t feel like talking about it to anyone.

She won’t ever let anyone see her as weak even if the weight was starting to crush her.

Yet here comes Milou in her cool rina sawayama glory, sensing that something’s been up with Ruby and who knows how long she’s noticed.

Milou wasn’t a friend or really an enemy and Ruby wasn’t sure if she could even consider Milou just her neighbor.

It’s quiet now besides the crunching of leaves that Milou makes a show of stomping on as they walk through town together. Milou doesn’t mind the silence or even press the issue but she always had a habit of being honest, “too honest,” in her mother’s eyes but Milou had no problem letting Ruby know what she sees.

No matter what the wannabe diva thought of her.

Ruby pounds her feet after a wave of leaves fly back into her vision after Milou’s just kicked another set up into the air up ahead. The wind seemed to shift not long after, whipping some of those copper and sun dried leaves right into Ruby’s face.

“Hey! Stop that! You’re gonna ruin my outfit.”

“Aw c’mon, it’s awful already isn’t it?” Milou teased as she scanned over the appearance of the girl who suddenly ripped off her glasses.

“I have you know this outfit was made by my mum.” Ruby proudly said as she shoved her bike to the side and strutted right up to Milou, towering over her, “I picked the fabric, tweaked it afterwards just to my liking and I know I look damn good wearing it because of how long and the care it took to make it so I’d shut my mouth if I were you.”

Milou moved the lollipop around with her tongue, slowly eyeing Ruby up and down that Ruby almost had to hold her breath at how agonizingly slow Milou scanned her frame.

She smirked at Ruby once she met her brown eyes again and playfully raised her hands up in the air, “relax babes, I’m just having a bit of fun, just like with the leaves. And I know Mrs. Matthews’ has quite the craft, she taught me how to fix my old hat when I was twelve.”

“What?” Ruby frowned, “when? How?”

“That old lime green hat that I used to wear a lot as a kid? Ripped it right across the top after it got stuck in a tree branch. Your mum witnessed it on her way to work.”

“I don’t even want to know what you were doing for that to happen but…mum really stopped to help and she didn’t bother to tell me?” Ruby tried to wrack her brain to remember if her mum ever mentioned it but tending to a sick father and a mother always at work, usually means the conversations happened to be pretty brief.

Always has been but that never stopped Ruby from loving her mum. She was always the kind hearted one out of the two which translated well being a nurse but Ruby definitely got her fire from her father.

“People have a lot on their minds and I hear it gets worse as adulthood comes along so we better enjoy the better memories now…plus it happened forever ago but I’m always thankful for your mom’s help since that hat is special to me.” Milou shrugged, moving to walk beside Ruby again.

Ruby hums at this and let’s out a small laugh, “that hat was a terrible color but I must say…you wore it well. Framed your perfectly potato sized head nicely.”

Milou rolls her eyes, “thank you, I think?”

Ruby nods, a small smile playing on her lips before she says, “you mentioned if I was okay earlier, yeah?”

“Mhm.” Milou peeked at Ruby as they continued walking.

“Well…if you don’t mind—

The brown haired girl began just as the rain poured down over their heads. Ruby let’s out a squeal in displeasure, quickly leaving her bike behind and sets off into a jog towards the stone fence and nearest tree.

“I can’t believe this!” Ruby yells over the loud rain after Milou makes her way over.

Milou holds out her hand to let the rain drops hit the back of the skin on her hand, “believe it. My god-mommy did mention a rain storm was on its way.”

Ruby wipes the water from her face, “And you didn’t think to inform me earlier?”

Milou folds her arms, “You don’t check the weather when you pick out your outfits for the day?”

“Do you?” Ruby glares, with a roll of her neck.

Milou smirks doing another famous spin with a pop of the collar to her puffer vest, “Always…i mean look at me, don’t I look on theme?”

It’s Ruby’s turn to glance at Milou’s appearance for the day. A cream puffy vest, a nude zip up sweater underneath exposing a black tourmaline crystal wrapped around her neck, baggy cream jeans, the black sunglasses, damp denim hat and some sort of patterned boots.

“…Debatable.” Ruby calls over the pelt of rain while Milou shrugs her shoulders.

“If I like it then I love it.” Milou says peering at Ruby underneath her sunnies, “just like you’ll learn to love it once we become friends.”

“You keep saying that like you’ve been wishing upon a star.”

“No but you were just about to put your trust in me and tell me what’s been up with you lately, yeah?” Milou rests her elbow against the tree, later followed by resting her head against her hand.

Ruby turned her eyes into slits, “was I really?”

Milou lounges just blinking at the eighteen year old, waiting for her next move.

“Okay fine!” Ruby tightens her hold on the ends of her jacket for warmth, “I’m not the biggest fan of therapists.”

“Good thing for you, I’m nowhere near one.”

Ruby sighs, “thank heavens for that! But I better not hear you gossiping about me online or anywhere else for that matter.”

“Ruby,” Milou stares hard at the girl underneath her eyelashes, “that’s not how I operate and never will. Plus I’ve been told I don’t have much of a social media presence in the first place.”

“Did I say that?” Ruby searched the air in thought.

“No, my god-brother did.”

“Smart guy. Now him, I could be friends with.”

It’s Milou’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Okay! So the only reason I’m saying this is because I won’t be running through the rain and we have nothing else better to do. So yes! I Ruby Matthews have felt like complete shit for awhile now and I’m dealing with it all the best way I know how: On my own. It’s also a number of things that contributed to this icky feeling…that you’re probably right about too.”

Milou gave a quick clap and a thumbs up at Ruby, “well done. See that wasn’t so bad?”

Ruby takes a brief sip from her coffee that’s definitely turned warm opposed to piping hot like she preferred it. She also finds that her hands are shaking a bit as she exhales. “You’re not gonna give me any advice or anything?”

“Well no, unless that’s what you want?” Milou now leans her back against the tree as she peeks up beneath the remaining brown leaves on the tree, “Otherwise I’m just here to listen or be a shoulder to lean on, your choice.”

“That works,” Ruby flicks her hair back, eyes viewing the heavy rain that makes it almost hard to see the other homes in the distance.

Milou wasn’t sure what part exactly but she had a feeling Ruby was still working that out herself.

When she reaches a hand out to Ruby, which she catches from the corner of her eye, the taller of the two quickly latches onto Milou’s wrist, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“You’ve got leaves in your hair,” Milou says making Ruby glance upwards trying to see herself.

Milou innocently raises the fingers on the hand Ruby is currently holding, showing that she doesn’t mean any harm and that Ruby doesn’t have to always be on the defense when it came to her.

However she understood and knew it would take time for Ruby to allow that after being hurt a few times. They probably wouldn’t have forever since time does move faster than you think and there were many missed opportunities as children to be something more but at least they had now.

“Thanks for sharing,” Milou whispers, holding the crumbled leaf to Ruby’s view and flicking it to the ground.

Ruby gazed at Milou for a moment before staring back out at the rain, “C’mon then. The rain looks to have lightened up.”

“You sure?”

“Not really,” Ruby cautiously steps into the now windy air, “but be a lady and walk me home. Then maybe you’ll help me with my hair while we watch wives of Miami…since who knows what kind of leftovers are stuck in my hair from the leaves you kicked at me.”

Milou takes her sunglasses to place on the brim of her hat, “that’s not what happened, I kicked away from us not towards you.”

“Don’t argue just accept the invitation because I do not ask twice.” Ruby held her cup out for Milou to hold while she shrugged out of her jacket to tie the arms securely around her head.

Milou cackled, “you look ridiculous.”

Ruby can’t help but to fight the laughter lines that appear on her cheeks, “so be it but we both know who’s the true fashionista here.”

“Yeah and her name starts with an ‘m.’” Milou hands the half empty beverage back to Ruby who struts back some to pull her bike back up into her grasp.

“Right: M for Matthews.”

“Sure but it’s actually M for Mrs. Milou.”

Ruby snaps her head back to Milou who’s all smirks and raised brows.

Was Milou flirting with Ruby? Ruby couldn’t deny that she found Milou attractive but she wasn’t in the mood to get under to get over.

“Please, don’t flatter yourself.” Ruby makes her way back over.

Milou teases, “You like it.”

“Noooo! Stop talking, let’s get going.” Ruby rushes out with a clear of her throat, hoping that the apples of her cheeks didn’t change hues.

Milou courtesy’s and holds out a hand, “lead the way then, your highness.”

Ruby looks forward after walking by Milou, the now light rain making it somewhat bareable to get through on foot, “I just want to say…thank you for always being around when I least expect it and probably need it.”

“Aw, what are friends for?” Milou lightly bumps her shoulder with Ruby’s.

“Friends? I thought you were coming up with a proposal for me.”

Milou raises her eyebrows at this, picking up on the humor in Ruby’s tone, “at least take me out first then we’ll discuss the details later.”

“Are we not heading round to mine now?” Ruby peeks out from underneath the arm of her jacket on her head.

Milou laughs, “I see. Good thing I’m dressed for the occasion.”

Ruby smiles to herself, “we’ll see…”

Milou frowns at that, not knowing what she was getting herself into with Ruby Matthews but she was sure being caught in any other rainstorms along the way, could bring flowers in the end.

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Continue along with my October anthology prompts here.

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Siblings

Here is a fic inspired by this adorably sad comic

Fandom : Star Wars, The Bad Batch 

Pairing : Sibling!Crosshair x Omega 

Summary : The pale haired batchers bond over a long lost memory in their dire circumstances. 

Notes : English isn't my first language so please ignore any errors of grammar or punctuation... I also tried my best with the Star Wars language of object/time/technology but I know it’s not perfect, so if you do find the actual words for what I've tried to say in this small story, feel free to comment it ! 

Words : 1351 

Her words struck him like a blaster shot. Not that he would know how much they actually hurt seeing as he was often found far away from the field, shooting clankers from a safe distance. 

« What did you say ? » Crosshair asked as if he didn’t hear her crystal clear. 

« I said, I remember when you were little » the young blonde girl repeated.

He didn’t know what to reply to that statement, he wasn’t a man of many words usually regardless. His dumbstruck expression must’ve answered for him because Omega continued her recollection of these events he couldn’t even remember. They didn’t have much to do in Hemlock’s lab anyway. Crosshair often too weak or injured to do anything else but listen to her with no strength to fight back the child’s annoying attempts to cheer him up and help him. 

« Nala Se was working on your vitals and charting your growth spurts on some fancy charts. She was busy on her data pad entering numbers and calculating wether of not your were in the normal growing standards she collected on regular clones and on the others batchers too. I guess even back then you didn’t like to be a science experiment because I’ve never heard you as fussy as that before. You kept crying and making those angry noises a baby can manage to make to express their discontentment » Omega remembered the small white haired child screaming at the top of his little lungs with a smile on her face. 

Crosshair shot her a look, softer than usual but still trying to hide any trace of humanity behind those chocolate eyes of his. He lost that act long ago, or at least it seemed like an eternity ago for him. The small clone assured him that it’d only been a month since he sent his brothers the transmission warning them of the danger that would follow. A month since Tech-

He swallowed what he though was a handful of Tatooine’s sand, turning his head so she wouldn’t see his remorse filled face and the shine glimmering in his once so useful eyes. They don’t serve much purpose in those dark grey rooms these days, neither does he. Useless in that cell and naive enough to think he was any more special in the eyes of the empire than he was for the republic. His need to climb this falling ladder cost him everything he had… He felt his face distort by all these emotions he hasn’t let himself feel up until he ended in this cursed sarlacc pit, urging him even more to hide it from the young girl beside him.

The oldest batcher carried on with her tale, staring in front of her in respect for her proud brother.

« You were so tiny, smaller than any of other baby I’ve seen before, so I held you in my arms to shush you. I was never allowed to touch the babies before so I wasn’t really sure what I was doing but you stopped as soon as you realized you weren’t on that cold table anymore. I would even dare say you looked happy for the first time ever since you came out of your growth jar » she teased the sniper in hope of calming the tense chemistry they had ever since the guards threw him in her cell. 

He didn’t flinch. Something she kept telling herself to expect to relieve any disappointment or embarrassment she might feel with all these monologues she delusionally called conversations. 

The blonde cleared her throat and picked up where she left her memories, seeing as her brother didn’t verbally express any opposition to her blabbering. 

« We didn’t have any sure way of telling what your mutation would be at the time but I figured it out when I realized you kept stirring and crying whenever Nala Se would turn on the lights of the nursery lab. So I tried holding you with one hand and putting the other on your eyelids but your sudden silent warned Mistress Se of my transgression… She took you away and placed you back into the incubation pod next to your brothers’ » 

She paused for a while, concerning Crosshair. It wasn’t in her nature to keep quiet for so long so he looked at her, urging her to continue if she wanted to. 

They looked at each other in silence until she broke the small peace they made while sharing this moment drowned deep by the horrors of war. 

« I was never allowed to go near the incubations pods again. Nala Se didn’t bring me for a while in that lab either. It was her way of punishing me I guess… » Omega frowned at the memory of her mentor stern face she kept for a couple or weeks.

« When I was finally allowed back, you had already grown into an introverted and cold toddler that formed a strong bond with your brothers. Then, the next time I came you were already off to cadet training… » 

She didn’t need to finish off the trail of events, he figured out the rest by himself. Boring medical assistant chores and maddening isolation for years until the « first time » He met her. Hours before his world drowned in the savage seas of their home planet. 

Trying to force himself to feel nothing nut anger again at the mention of his brothers and HER abandoning him behind, he found out that he couldn’t feel any of it anymore. Perhaps it was indeed the chip wearing off or that he’s finally starting to accept the fact that she Is the closest thing to a sister he’ll ever have, but no matter how deep within himself he tried to to stir up these emotions, they were nowhere to be found… 

Crosshair was never a rational man either but for the first time in his life, compassion and remorse came to him all on their own. No need for Hunter’s long and boring lectures or Wrecker’s booming voice to yell at him to do and feel the right things. Maybe he didn’t have his moral compasses anymore but the small child beside him was a reminder of what he use to have and chose to throw away. 

« Im sorry » was all he could manage to say. 

He expected her to look at him with round eyes or tease him for this action, which even HE would describe as out of character, so he looked forward not ashamed to meet her gaze. 

She didn’t poke fun though. She understood that it probably took a lot of effort for Crosshair to utter those 2 small words and wanted to respect his struggle. 

He was surprised to feel her small frame lean on him, like he imagined she does with Hunter. The sniper wasn’t much for physical contact and emotional proximity but in this moment, the small action the young girl gifted him was comforting. Probably for both of them too, he reminded himself before breaking the connection out of habit. He had to remember that, even if this rift between his brother and him might’ve started with her in a way, they all risked everything to come back for him. She lost Tech as much as he did and they were both trapped at the mercy of this lunatic together because of HIS choices. 

The grey haired man paused and took a deep breath in before offering the teenager another small piece of solace. 

« And thank you… » he whispered, just loud enough to take it off his chest and for her to hear it in the small metal room. She was just a kid in the end, much like him, she didn’t deserve to feel like the misfortunes both of them had face had anything to do with her. 

They stayed like this peacefully in the calm silence until some lab assistant came to take away either one of them for the day. That would become their own little soothing routine much like when they were younger. 

Holding each other in secret hoping it would lull the other to sleep.

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Hi, so I'm rereading Blood Brothers and I remembered that you once mentioned that you would add a chapter about Hunter's birthday - do you still plan to do that? I also had one question: what would life be like for boys when they grow up? Would they have the opportunity to leave the cabin and choose their studies and place of study? Do you have any ideas for specific studies and careers for them? Would any of them decide to contact their old family? Somehow it's hard for me to imagine Quaritch allowing them any independence at all, honestly, without constant supervision from him.

Hello!

I’ll be honest I forgot about the Hunter’s birthday chapter. I’ve been really focused on my other fics plus my life has been really hectic these past couple months but I’m totally still open to writing it!

As for your question, when it comes to the future of the boys, Quaritch would actually move them from the cabin after a few years, once the boys have grown and started looking different. They might still need disguises like dyeing their hair but as long as they looked different enough from their missing photos then Quaritch would move them if he’s sure the boys actually want to stay with him. Because Quaritch wants his boys to have the best life possible and he knows that’s not in seclusion. He obviously believes his sons are better off with him then they are with anyone else and so being together is higher on his list of priorities but if he can ensure his boys won’t be taken away from him then he’ll absolutely move them back to civilization so they can have a “normal” life.

The cabin is located in Colorado so Quaritch would find a ranch style home there that’s still secluded but is within a twenty minute drive of the nearest small town. If he thinks the boys are ready he’d move them before Spider starts his senior year of high school so he can get that experience. I imagine after all that time in the cabin Spider would want to travel more than he’d want to go to college. He also wouldn’t be eager to leave home after all the brainwashing Quaritch has done to him. So I see him doing online schooling to get his college gen eds while planning family trips all the time. He’d convince his dad to buy a r.v and the family would constantly go on weekend trips especially if Hunter had a three day weekend from school. Eventually if Spider ever did pursue a higher degree I could see him wanting to study environmental science.

Hunter would pursue a degree in literature. He’d want to be a writer and his stories would be high key inspired by his own life.

I don’t think either of the boys would go to a college too far from home. Unless his brother moved out first then Spider would find a college he could easily commute to from home. Hunter would most likely do the same.

As for contacting their families Spider would most definitely send a letter to the Sully’s once him and Hunter were legally adults on the off chance that anyone traced the letter to where they lived. Spider would just want them to know that he was okay. Hunter would have no desire to ever contact his adoptive parents. Quaritch just so thoroughly poisoned that well that Hunter would never want to go back to it. 

Thank you for the question! 💞

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The bad batch, but as modern YouTubers

Hunter posts tips on outdoorsy stuff, like identifying animal tracks, how to set up some good shelter, finding north, etc. But as his channel grows he gets asked for a hair tutorial and if he’s single. When he lets it slip that he takes care of a kid 70% of the comments are calling him a certain acronym.

Tech is one of those YouTubers who post science and maths tutorials. He makes playlists for certain age groups. Like high school science, maths aged 4-6. Once he does a face reveal after being asked multiple times, he is also bombarded with comments from adults asking if he’s single. Within a week Phee’s uploaded a very long video explaining her ‘theory’ that he has a spouse instead of her usual video delving into different cultures and their history.

Wrecker has a mix in genres. Most of his videos consist of his workout routines. He also makes playlists. Things like ‘biceps’, ‘ab workouts’, ‘shoulders’, ‘meals that give my body the right nutrition’ (tech collabs with those ones) and so on. He also promotes body positivity and constantly reminds people that the important thing is to keep their mind and bodies healthy. He makes scheduled lives where he is an instructor and refers to his viewers as ‘workout buddies’ in all of his videos on exercise.

His other genre is different kinds of explosions. He’d film himself eating a bowl of cereal while casually explaining what to do if they step on a land mine and the best kinds of shelter you can take if you’re face to face with a grenade with a pulled pin.

Echo also has a mix of things. Some posts are about what different charities stand for and how to tell if they are genuine. He goes into the history of each charity he is looking at and who/what they help. Linking into that, he talks about the history of different forces in the military. He is very passionate to make sure that no force is forgotten and are credited. Just like Wrecker he also spreads body positivity. He talks about day to day life as an amputee and talks about how he copes with phantom pains and takes care of his prosthetics. After feeling more comfortable and building a genuine audience, he shares small thing about how he came to cope with the loss of his limbs.

The batch can occasionally see him smiling as he surfs through comments on his videos thanking him for the talks and people sharing their own experiences and methods of coping with the mental and physical pain.

He’s proud that he’s made a safe space for people to talk about their experiences in the army and/or having a physical disability :)

Crosshair doesn’t upload much. He makes a video once in a while (the batch joke that it’s once every 2-5 years) about shooting targets. But his fanbase grows quickly due to his precision. He’s been on a few compilations about people with insane skill at something.

If he’s asked nicely enough by his fans he’ll give tips on gaining an accurate aim. I can’t see him purposely revealing his face. If it happens by accident people will be looking at similarities with him and his brothers as well as falling in love with his face (it’s a curse amongst their family).

Omega isn’t allowed to show her face until she’s much older. The batch don’t want her to put herself out there on the internet until she is old enough to endure any consequences. Tech won’t let her reveal her face until her brain is fully developed for this reason. I think she would make posts about her range of hobbies. From using her bow and arrow, to things she likes to draw.

Just like Wrecker and Tech, she’s made some playlists for it all. One of those playlists is about various ships and planes, how to identify them, and what makes their uses different. People are quite baffled at how this 10 year old behind a camera can know so much about something a lot of adults struggle with. All becomes clear when the batch start confirming that they are all siblings*.

They definitely do collaborations.

Crosshair and Tech will make the occasional video together about physics and angles.

Wrecker and Tech would one day make a volcanic explosion with Omega appearing with her face either censored or she will be manning the camera.

Wrecker and Echo talk body positivity together.

Crosshair and Omega both show what they can do with with shooting.

Maybe they all make a joint channel, one call The Bad Batch or Clone Force 99. *(My personal headcannon for a modern au is that Jango became a regular sperm donor for a bank, which is why he has so many damn kids. Cross, Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech are quadruplets, Echo is their half brother and Omega is their half sister.) Probably the latter. The fact that they all look kind of similar to each other is why they call themselves clones, and it becomes a meme amongst their fans. An image once circulated the internet where someone photoshopped Hunter’s hair onto Echo. Crosshair and Wrecker are still cackling.

I think their videos would consist of their time in the army and their routines as a massive household of siblings.

Bonus: Hunter eventually caves and makes that hair tutorial. Within the same week Wrecker, Echo, and Crosshair (post buzz cut and accidental face reveal) all post a video of following said tutorial with horrendous quality wigs or simply completing each instruction on a bold head. Omega is once again laughing her guts out behind the camera.

Tech walks in at some point to be genuinely startled at Wrecker and Echo with globs of leave-in conditioner on their scalps and Crosshair applying it into a purple wig. The three strut through the house to fiend Hunter and show him with Tech filming them due to Omega needing to clutch her sides while wheezing. The video ends with the trio leaning around a very regretful Hunter asking if they followed the tutorial right. This video has also become a meme and has the most views and likes on the family channel.

[vintage--owl]

// Art Related //

The headshots are her more recent desgins. The one with the clothes are before shes saved (read below for details) and the one is nothing (i didnt know what to put on her qnq) is after when shes a bit more free.

The other design was her first concept, the "C3-LL" gets moved to her pants of bottom on her shirt which is why you cant see it in the headshots. Her hair was very much influenced by Maria from Castlevania.

I need to work on my tears...

// Story Related, under cut //

[ TW = Mentions of death, war/pandemic, human science experiments, removal of body parts, shooting ]

This is C3-LL (Cell). Shes an oc for an original project that ive only recently been working on. I made it years (maybe 5 years?) ago. Its basically a apocalypse world after a major pandemic reduced the human population. The other like 40% of the population was wiped out cause people in power panicked and sent bombs.

Cell is apart of the 'C3' project run by the 'Father Company'. Their main goal is to create a forced evolved human species. The C3 project involved a chemical that was injected in the back on the neck which alted the DNA of the test subjects.

Technically this Father Company runs the world but no one in power really knew the extent of their testing. The C3 project was classed mostly as a failure but it did result in a few successful subjects, Cell being one of them.

She was "kidnaped" (technically went of her own free will but was lied to about where she was going) from her camp (little survival camps set up by militaries and such). At first she was classed as a failure as well and was shot in the head with the rest of the failures. She woke up in a pit filled with dead bodies (mass burial) screaming. Because she was shoot in the head she lost her memories and dosent remember anything before her death and never will.

The C3 experiments done on her cause her body to have a kind of healing ability and by extension, reviving her from death. She was than experimented on further. They removed her leg and eye(s) to see if her body would re-grow limbs and organs. It dose and even improves it once fully healed. Aka her eyes can now see better in the dark and more long distance. Not by a lot but enough to notice. Her memory was also improved and she has a photo-graphic memory. This also caused her eyes to change in colour and look a bit abnormal.

[toon-tales]

Hiya, guys!

Ok so I've been searching, and where are the Cornelius and Wilbur bonding fanfictions?!

So, i decided to write my own!

Based off a few things:

Wilbur is 8 in this and he's easily fascinated by science so he 'wants to be a scientist' when he grows up, y'know

Wilbur is actually quite smart

....

That's it

Oh and the fact that Wilbur knows every prototype for the time machine

Care day

"Alright," Cornelius surrendered "I'll take care of him." 

"Thanks, Neil," Franny smiled as she joined her brothers for a siblings day out

"Are you sure about this?" Art asked his sister 

"Of course I am," she replied "Why wouldn't I be?" 

"You know how caught up Cornelius gets when he's in the lab," Gaston said 

"And Wilbur is a bit reckless too," Art chimed in, but Franny wasn't going back 

"They'll be fine," she insisted "Probably." 

"What?" 

"Nothing." 

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Cornelius and Wilbur entered the lab. Peculiar gadgets filled the place along with colorful chemicals, and strange contraptions. Wilbur's eyes widened with excitement, eager to explore the wonders of his father's world.

"Alright, my little apprentice, what would you like to do first?" Cornelius asked, kneeling down to meet Wilbur's gaze.

Wilbur pointed at a peculiar machine in the corner. "What's that, Dad?"

Cornelius followed his son's finger and smiled. "Ah, that's supposed to be a time traveler. It's still a work in progress, but one day, it'll take us on incredible adventures through time!"

Wilbur's eyes gleamed with delight. "Can we try it now? Can we go back to the time of dinosaurs?"

Cornelius chuckled and ruffled his son's hair. "Not just yet, Wilbur. It still needs some adjustments. But how about we do a fun science experiment instead?"

Wilbur clapped his hands in excitement. "Yes!" he shouted excitedly and went to the closest table, which, of course, contained colored tubes of different sizes and shapes, but something specific caught his attention. 

"Wilbur! This is too much! " Cornelius yelled worriedly as he saw his son about to put a big piece of sodium in the water.

"Yeah, Dad! Look at it! It's going to create a giant explosion!"

Cornelius quickly reached out to stop Wilbur from placing the piece of sodium into the water. 

"That's too dangerous!" Cornelius exclaimed, grabbing hold of the curious 8-year-old's hand. "Yes, sodium can indeed react explosively with water, but it's essential to handle it with extreme caution and proper safety measures."

Wilbur tilted his head, his eyes filled with confusion, but also a tinge of disappointment. "But Dad, I really wanted to see the explosion! It would have been so cool!"

Cornelius smiled warmly at his son's enthusiasm but knew he can't risk anything while his son was here. "I understand your excitement, Wilbur, but science experiments can be dangerous if not done properly. Let's focus on a safer experiment for now, shall we?"

He guided Wilbur towards another table where various scientific equipment and materials were neatly arranged. Cornelius chose a beaker filled with colored liquid.

"Here, let's try this instead," he suggested, pouring the liquid into a smaller beaker. "This is a simple chemical reaction called an acid-base reaction. When we mix this acid solution with a base, it will create a fizzing and bubbling effect."

Wilbur's disappointment slowly turned into intrigue as he watched his father carefully pour the acid solution into the base. The mixture started fizzing and bubbling just as Cornelius had predicted.

"Whoa! Look, Dad! It's bubbling up!" Wilbur exclaimed, his eyes filled with wonder.

Cornelius smiled as he watched his son's excitement. "Yes, Wilbur, it's the acid and base reacting with each other. This reaction releases carbon dioxide gas, which creates those bubbles you see."

As they worked on the experiment (Wilbur clearly not understanding but still enjoying anyway), Cornelius shared stories of his own childhood experiments and inventions. Wilbur listened intently, his eyes wide with admiration for his father's inventive mind. After they finished the experiment, Cornelius and Wilbur cleaned up the lab together. As they put away the beakers and test tubes, Wilbur couldn't help but ask, "Dad, why do you love inventing so much?"

Cornelius smiled at his son and took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Well, Wilbur, inventing and exploring the unknown has always fascinated me. It's like solving puzzles and discovering new possibilities. It allows me to use my imagination and creativity to make things that can help people and make the world a better place."

Wilbur nodded, absorbing his father's words. "So, when I grow up, can I become an inventor like you?"

Cornelius smiled proudly, placing a hand on Wilbur's shoulder. "Of course, my little apprentice. If you have a passion for it, I'll support you every step of the way. Just remember, being an inventor comes with its challenges, but it's also incredibly rewarding. You'll face failures, but you should keep moving forward."

Wilbur beamed, already imagining the inventions he would create in the future. "I can't wait, Dad! Maybe one day, we can even fix the Time Traveler and go on those amazing adventures!"

Cornelius chuckled, a twinkle in his eyes. "Who knows, Wilbur? Maybe one day, we'll travel through time together and discover wonders beyond our wildest dreams. But for now, let's continue exploring the wonders of science and inventing new things right here in our lab-"

"Why can't we use the time machine now?" Wilbur interrupted his father, his gaze fixed on the still-in-progress time machine. 

Cornelius paused, contemplating his son's question. He knelt down to Wilbur's level and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

"Look, Wilbur, the time machine is a complicated invention. It's not quite ready for human testing just yet," he explained. "There are still some important safety precautions that need to be taken before we can use it."

Wilbur's eyes widened with excitement as he looked at the time machine. "But Dad, imagine all the adventures we could have! I want to see what the world was like in the past!"

Cornelius chuckled and tousled Wilbur's hair affectionately. "I understand your enthusiasm. But you have to promise me you wouldn't get near that time machine alone."

"Ok. But I will help you make it."

"That's a deal then." both agreed as they shook hands together, Cornelius knowing darn well that this promise will be broken at some point, but still smiled with pride at his son anyway. 

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"I'm back! How was your day-oh" Franny' s voice trailed off as she admired the view before her. Cornelius slept peacefully with Wilbur in his lap, who, in return, wrapped a tiny arm around his dad, they sat against a red machine with tools and papers all around them. 

Careful not to disturb them, Franny closed the garage door gently behind her, and turned to her brothers. 

"See? I was right." 

[fizzigigsimmer]

To B, With Love

in 1858 Steve, a society omega, puts out an add in the paper looking for an alpha among the lonely hearts expanding the west. Unbeknown to him, one of his answered is from 10 year old Max and her friends who live with her brother Billy in Promised Land California, a growing settlement rich in just about everything but available omegas.

The original prompt

I honestly just fell in love with this idea and knew I had to do something with it. Still a ways off from being ready to post but I am celebrating my progress with this story by sharing a few of their early letters.

ROSE HIP & APPLE –  Gentleman Omega of good family, aged 20, brown hair and eyes, long legs, good height and breath of shoulder, slender build, preference for masculine attire with a sunny disposition and even temperament, would like to correspond with alpha, male or female, age 20-40, either dark or fair, any height; drunkards, ruffians, and authors objected to. Photo required.  Address – S.H. to Madam Beauforts Matrimonial Agency.

Dear S.H. 

Madam Beaufort’s Matrimonial Agency

Male, 21, blond, blue eyes, landed alpha. 160 acres in California. I live in an area called Promised Land, like that story in the bible, only there aint much in the way of milk and honey. It’s awful green though in the valley, prettier than anything two eyes will ever see. You’re pretty too and apples make my favorite pie. I hope that’s proper to say, and if it ain’t then I’m sorry. I am wanting an omega who can make me smile, on account of I don’t do that enough and my face is gonna start resembling a dried potato. Do you like to tell jokes?

Dear Alpha,

Promised Land California

I was very pleased to receive your response to my advertisement along with your photo from the agency. Thank you. You’re very pretty yourself, and I think you’re a long ways from resembling a potato. I am afraid it is not the polite thing to comment so directly on an omega’s scent however, and doing so nearly ensured that I was not made aware of your interest. But I won’t hold you at fault even if Madam Beaufort will. She insists that the success or failure of any marital union hinges on scent compatibility – though she is notably less worried about whether the omega will find the alphas scent pleasing. Why first require us to flaunt our sent and then feign offense when it is commented upon? As for jokes, have you heard the one about the “widowed” matchmaker? Perhaps that joke is just on me.

Sincerely,

S.H.

Dear S.H.

Sorry. I did not know anyone would read the letter before you did. I hope I did not cause you trouble. Thank you for replying to me even though I was rude. I try not to be rude but I’m not very good at minding my temper sometimes, or apologies, but I promise to practice for you if you find yourself wanting to meet me. Folks tell me I smell like chocolate and cherry blossom but I don’t got much experience with either to know. Your Madam sounds like the teacher at the schoolhouse here. Nose in the air and head full of nonsense. My mother was a school teacher so I got a little schooling coming up; but nothing that would compare to the fancy education you probably got. How lucky you are. Have you been taught the arts & sciences? Which sciences? I want to hear bout them all and you can’t spare any detail. But only if you won’t be bored and have the time. We can also talk about corsets or babies if you like them better.

Sincerely  

B

P.S.

On second read, reason to fear your Madam killed own husband. Are you in danger?