#someone hit me with a tranquilizer dart

[archduke-enver-gortash]

god i just realized that i’m literally that fucking loser wojak at the party meme of the bg3/gortash fandom lmao

[positivelyapunovexponent-good]

I would like to voice my objection to the brain council unilaterally motioning to postpone the sleep directive I sent in favour of convening an emergency meeting discussing at length every single thing that could possibly go wrong with every single project and relationship I care about. I do not think this is effective prioritization of tasks or use of council funds. Tis inefficient and also I would not be surprised if some of these damn neurons were embezzling money on the side. Any way I can fire them and replace them with. New brain parts? Impeach them? Remove them? 

All that is to say, the anxiety insomnia has congregated and I need to sleep desperately. So @ my dysfunctional brain executives: do better 

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt 2.2

Note: Part 2.2! The Bane Incident from Kon's POV! 😁

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Two days later, Kon was back at Arkham undercover again. The Bats had caught Bane nearly 12 hours earlier after Red Hood showed up midway through the fight, lept off the overpass, and landed a blow directly to the top of Bane's head with a metal pipe on the way down. The behemoth of a man had crashed hard into the cement, immediately unconscious, and been taken directly to Arkham's medical facilities as soon as he arrived. He'd been checked over and cleared to head to his usual room in less than 15 minutes once he woke up the following afternoon.

Kon found out all of this afterwards. 

He was headed back to the briefing room for his nect assignment after lunch when he spotted four senior guards, Collins, Ryans, Dorr, and Miles, escorting Bane from medical to his usual cell. He stepped into a doorway to let them pass by before continuing on his way. Kon had spent a productive lunch break chatting with Jasmine "please don't call me Fenton" while she waited for Dr. Rylie before he had to head back to the guards room so he wouldn't be late. He'd have to make sure to catch up with Dr. Rylie on the way out at the end of the day instead, Kon mused.

There was a shout behind him. Two bodies slamming hard into the walls on either side of the hall. A rush of fabric sliding across fabric. Rapid pounding footsteps.

Kon spun letting out a gasp as he saw Bane grab Jasmine's upper arm and yank her hard enough to make her stumble. The large man turned to face the guards behind him as he pulled her firmly back against his chest. Kon had the dart gun in his hands and leveled at Bane before he even realized he was moving. Dorr and Ryans had also already done the same. Miles was scrambling to his feet, drawing both his dart gun and baton. Collins slid to the ground, right shoulder visibly dislocated from hitting the wall at the wrong angle but he drew his tranquilizer dart gun as well.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking Jasmine as emphasis. Her braid swung from the force of it. 

Kon expected her to panic. He was panicking; a full grown, fully recognized superhero. Of course, he expected her to panic.

But Jasmine didn't. 

Her expression smoothed out turning from barely-there surprise to blank calm in the span of a few seconds. Her breathing stayed deep and even. Her heart beat steady was steady. Was she in some kind of shock? But he had never heard of someone reacting like that to shock before.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie shouted to Kon and the other guards from where he had pressed himself against the wall on the opposite side from Bane. He must have been just a few steps ahead of Jasmine.

"She's my student! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie screamed again. His voice high pitched with fear for his intern. 

Kon didn't know what to do. From the way Ryans and Dorr were exchanging looks, he wasn't sure they knew what the best approach was in this situation either. Of the five of them, Ryans was the most senior guard but he wasn't one of the six guards trained for hostage negotiations either. None of the scenarios they had trained for would work here. Jasmine was too similar in height to Bane for a good shot and a single tranquilizer wouldn't knock him out anyway. They couldn't possibly circle around behind him in this narrow hallway either.

Kon could practically taste the panic building in the air. The tension was rising. If he didn't think fast someone else was going to make the first move and Jasmine would get hurt and -

She sighed.

Long, heavy, and disappointed. It felt like every muscle in Kon's body locked up suddenly.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please. I will give you to one to comply." She said voice calm and heavy like - like she was disappointed in him?

Kon's stared at her bland expression in shock for a moment before his eyes darted back to Bane. The rogue looked momentarily stunned then started laughing.

"Five." Jasmine said, ignoring his laughter. Kon felt himself paling. His colleagues were shifting, white faced with fear as they traded glances again.

"Four." She continued. Bane snorted derisively at her.

"Did you really think that would work?" He asked. His arms tightened around her. There was no way Jasmine was getting out of this without bruises.

"Three." She said ignoring Bane's question. Holy shit. Had she lost her mind?

"What can you even do if I don't?" Bane mocked with a rabid gleam in his eye. He's going to kill her, Kon realized faintly, even if we let him go now he's going to snap her neck for this.

"Two." 

"Jasmine..." Kon whispered pained and horrified by his realization. Loosening his grip on the dart gun without meaning too. She met his gaze across the hall, eyes resolved. 

"One." She finished, brows furrowing slightly in concentration as her lips thinned, pressed together. Bane gave a derisive snort. 

And then the massive man was airborne. 

"Holy shit." Miles breathed out.

Kon stared at the crater in the floor. Collins and Dorr were absolutely silent, hearts racing in their chests. Ryans took a half step forward, heart stuttering - Kon really hoped the man wasn't about to have a heart attack because he could rush him to medical right now. Dr. Rylie was half collapsed against the wall he'd been pressing himself against a strangled sound of shock coming from his throat. Bane was embedded in the floor breath wheezing as Jasmine half knelt on top of his neck. Oh wow, Kon registered, Bane's arm is fucked.

"Now, do you know what you've done wrong?" Jasmine asked looking down at the giant.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out.

"Fucked with the wrong HBIC." Collins muttered under his breath faintly still stunned.

"Jasmine for president." Miles whispered back automatically.

"Boys," Dorr scolded as he half lowered his dart gun, shifting his weight at the same time.

"Won't be making her angry around that time of month." Ryans mumbled to himself softly enough that Kon was the only person who could have possibly heard him. 

"What did you do wrong?" Jasmine pressed. Collins choked back an inappropriate hysterical giggle at the question. Bane appeared to panic when he realized he'd have to respond. 

No wonder, Kon thought, the man literally grew up in Santa Prisca's prisons. Did he even know how to respond to -Kon choked on air - a maternal scolding?! What the ever loving fuck? He bluescreened. Stood there in the hallway, absolutely stunned, completely unaware of his surroundings as he struggled to process the fact that Jasmine was giving Bane a maternal scolding in the middle of an Arkham hallway right in front of him. Maybe I've finally gone nuts? Kon wondered. 

Jasmine gestured vaguely towards the group of them without turning to look and Kon snapped back to the present. 

"Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?" Oh shit, that's me she's talking about. Kon walked towards her still a bit numb.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane answered her. Kon watched as Jasmine stood up carefully and backed away from Bane far enough for him to pull himself out of the crater in the floor. Once he was on his feet, Kon led Bane back towards medical realizing as he did that there had been four other guards behind him this whole time.

Two of them darted forward and scooped up Collins, probably to take him to the guards medical ward along the outer wall patrol route. The other two fell in with Kon, Dorr, Miles, and Ryans. As they walked away Kon could hear Jasmine talking to Dr. Rylie.

"I'm fine, really. My mother was an extremely skilled martial artist. I've been learning from her since I started to walk." She explained honestly, trying to sooth the frazzled doctor's nerves. "I didn't know he was heavy enough to break the floor though!" Jasmine laughed. 

That - heart beat uneven, vocal cords tense - that second part was a lie.

[metize]

Mate (AFAB!Dragonborn x Farkas

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: PWP, In Heat/Mating Cycles, Werewolf Mates, Companions Questline, PIV

Summary:

You were already pent up as it was, but seeing Farkas in nothing but his breeches almost sent you in a frenzy. As you walked into the room, it took everything in you not to bury your face on his pillow, instead you tried arranging his bed while he closed the door to his bed. You could almost see the gears turning inside Farkas’ head, you gathered he was probably smelling your pheromones and trying to understand why you were there. You tried not to stare at his bare chest and how good it would feel to run your hands through his abdomen. “I… I thought I had more time to prepare. Aela told me this would happen, but I…” You sighed, fidgeting with his pillows as you tried to adjust the bedding.

“Are you… nesting on my bed?”

You dropped his pillow. Right, that was what you were doing.

A/N: I didn't find A SINGLE Heat Fic pwp with Farkas. They're werewolves! That's the whole point of being a werewolf: feral sex. Anyways, hope you enjoy it.

Jorrvaskr was asleep. The night had draped its serene embrace over Whiterun, as the weary warriors found solace within their familiar haven. Farkas himself was deep in the realm of dreams, enjoying the peace of his unassuming chamber. Yet, the tranquility was abruptly shattered by a sudden and insistent pounding on his bedroom door. Startled from his slumber, Farkas jolted awake, heart racing in surprise with the sound of pounding on his bedroom’s door.

He was ready to assume the worst, a strategy that worked just fine for Farkas over the years; strike first, think later. He grabbed the greatsword at the end of his bed and readied his stance until he heard your voice from behind the door.

“Farkas, are you up?" Your voice was breathy, a hint of urgency in your tone.

He put his guard down, it was just you, the dragonborn. He respected and greatly admired you as his shield-sister, appreciating your company whenever you came back from your adventures. He trusted you with his life. He stored his sword away before opening the door.

Sure enough he was met to the sight of you as he opened the door. He was always happy to see you, almost forgetting for a second it was the middle of the night and you woke him up because you probably needed something. You weren’t wearing your full armor, instead you sported a more casual outfit that you used to sleep in, the sight was welcome to Farkas. Seeing you in a more vulnerable position was different, he was much more used seeing you armored from head to toe. It brought back memories from the first time you arrived in Jorrvaskr, full of questions, wanderlust and with a very unusual story to tell. Vulnerable in your nightclothes, yes, maybe that was why he was feeling a sudden overprotective urge.

“Shield-sister, it’s late. Did something happen?” He asked, his eyes darting around the hallway to check for any danger. That was when it hit him. The scent.

Your scent.

Farkas and the other Companions had a very strong sense of smell, it was normal for Farkas to recognize someone solely by their scent, but this wasn’t just your usual scent, this was stronger. Sweeter. And way more distracting.

“Close the door, I don't want to wake the others,” you said, making your way past him and sitting on his bed. You were already pent up as it was, but seeing Farkas in nothing but his breeches almost sent you in a frenzy. As you walked into the room, it took everything in you not to bury your face on his pillow, instead you tried arranging his bed while he closed the door to his bed. You could almost see the gears turning inside Farkas’ head, you gathered he was probably smelling your pheromones and trying to understand why you were there. You tried not to stare at his bare chest and how good it would feel to run your hands through his abdomen. “I… I thought I had more time to prepare. Aela told me this would happen, but I…” You sighed, fidgeting with his pillows as you tried to adjust the bedding.

“Are you… nesting on my bed?”

You dropped his pillow. Right, that was what you were doing. You blushed hard, caught off guard. This was your first heat, Aela had warned you about heats and how they worked after you had been turned. You had simply completely forgotten. You couldn’t be blamed, you had a lot to do as Dragonborn and your first heat was supposed to happen later, you were sure you had more time to prepare. You were always planning on talking to Farkas about it.

“I… guess I am,” you admit defeated “Farkas, I’m… going into heat.”

“Then you really,” his breath hitched, a low growl in his voice “really, shouldn’t be in here.” His hand gripped the door handle to ground himself, his knuckles turning white with the strength of his grip.

“I’m here for a reason, Farkas,” you said solemnly, you got up and walked towards him. He shot you a glare.

“Don’t come any closer,” his voice was raspy and his commanding tone made you stop in your tracks. “I don’t know how much longer I can control myself with you in this state.” His breath was labored and his gaze was intense.

“Farkas I don’t want you to control yourself,” you looked at him through half-lidded eyes, regaining courage to walk closer and reach for his hand. “I want you to help me…”

As soon as your fingers touched his hand it sent a spark of electricity through you’ve been hit by a Chain Lightning spell. You didn’t even get to hold his hand, he grabbed your wrist and pulled your body flush against his. He leaned down burying his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in as much of your scent as he could. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief at his proximity, at the sheer intimacy. You grabbed onto him like a lifeline, your instincts slowly taking over your mind, the wolf inside you screaming for more.

“Please… Farkas…” You muttered under your breath.

Farkas pulled you up by your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He dropped you on the bed, oddly enough the little organizing you managed to do added so much to your comfort level. Farkas was on top of you, his mouth was hungry for yours and you were all too happy to oblige, you kissed him back, running your fingers through his long hair.

“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he admitted through gritted teeth, his hands undoing your blouse and groping your breasts.

“You don’t have to be…” You reassured him, his mouth was on your neck now marking you with his teeth as he pinched your nipples. You moaned in pleasure but with a hint of impatience, you squirmed under him pushing your hips up to feel some friction. “Please, please, I need you inside.”

He grunted before gripping your waist and forcing your hips down.

“It’s your first heat. I don’t wish to hurt you.” “I can take it, Farkas, please, my mate, I need you, need your cock,” you begged, your instincts completely overwhelming you with need. Farkas froze at your words before eagerly undressing the both of you in a rush.

You whined each time his hands left your skin, you felt feverish and aching with need. You were already soaked when Farkas pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, he looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust. You didn’t trust your voice to beg him again, so you tried to give him a pleading look hoping to get him to have mercy on you and give you what you were craving.

A broken moan left your mouth as he entered you with his length, Farkas seemed to be losing control, as you hoped, his patience and kindness giving place to his feral instincts to take and breed. He was fully in, save for his knot, when he started moving his hips fast and deep.

Your whines and moans were loud, you couldn’t help it, his tip was hitting deep into you and your body programmed itself to feel nothing but pleasure at this time. Your mind was completely gone, solely focusing on Farkas’ cock slamming into you with force and speed.

“Mine, mine, mine…” Farkas kept repeating and his words only brought you closer to climax, giving yourself completely to your mate to be owned and used to his content was embarrassingly arousing. “My mate… You look so beautiful, so needy for me, for my knot, you want me to stuff you full, hm?” You nodded rapidly, trying to let him know how eager you were without depending on your words, since you weren’t sure you could even string a sentence together. But that wasn’t enough for him, he pulled at your hair and growled into your ear. “Say it, say what you want.”

You whined, the sting in your scalp only fueling your pleasure, you looked up at him with an imploring look. “Farkas please, I want y-you to breed me please…”

He grunted, his pace steady as he looked into your eyes. “Do you? Then why did you wait so long to seek me?” He punctuated his phrases with deeper thrusts, making you cry out as he hit your deepest and sweetest spot. “Why parade around Jorrvaskr smelling this sweet and ripe for the taking? Were you hoping just any Companion would take you out in the hallway?” His voice was aggressive, possessive and it turned you on so much. “Skjor? My brother?”

You shook your head. “N-Never! Just you, I’m yours Farkas… Please!”

“Cum for me.” He growled and picked up the pace. You do. You saw stars when he reached deep inside you, the warmth of his body against yours and his teeth biting down your neck. Farkas wasn’t too far behind himself, his pace getting erratic and you could feel yourself yearn for his knot. “I’ll cum deep inside of you, my mate. Is that what you want?”

“Please… I need it, please, please…” You begged pulling him into another kiss.

His mouth devoured yours as he pounded you into the mattress, his own beast ordering him to breed you, to take you, to claim you. He thrust one last time into you, his knot plopping into you, locking you together as he buried his seed deep inside your pussy. He moaned against your ear, tugging your hair as you felt his breath on your skin.

You held each other for a second, catching your breath and letting the afterglow warm your heart. Farkas placed a kiss on your forehead and stroked your hair.

“I’ll take care of you, however many times you may need it, my mate,” he said, voice low and earnest. You hummed contently and nodded.

“Can we go once more?” You said and he chuckled.

“However many times you need it.” He repeated.

[hearted-anon]

your reminder in your inbox to write a fic with hyunjin and hannie 😏 ykkk

keep this in your inbox cause i find that if it’s in my inbox i do not forget ab it 🫡

Painter’s opinion

Words: 1115

Note: someone won the poll

T/w: tools, mostly soft tickling

Lee: Jisung

Ler: Hyunjin

Hyunjin hummed calmly in the tranquillity of his room, drumming his leg calmly onto the floor as his hand painted delicate strokes onto the canvas. Staring at the insipid room he had painted, he bit his lip in contemplation, darting his eyes around the room on just what could light up the pallid room he had drawn with no flavour to it. That’s when his eyes caught onto a sleeping Jisung, snuggled warmly on his bed with his head nuzzled into the pillow, having slept after a long night of producing.

“Ji! Could ya do a quick pose for me? Just a lil’ smile would do.” Hyunjin mumbled as he shook the hibernating quokka, readying his puppy eyes in case of an emergency; being turned down. A lump shuffled between the blankets, before half lidded round eyes blinked up at him, lips slightly parted as he took in deep breaths. The ferret squeaked at the sight, heart melting before Jisung sat up with a tiny yawn.

“...are you sure about the smile?” Jisung spoke up, voice raspy but still evident he was hesitant about something, something that Hyunjin couldn’t put his finger on and it frustrated him. Brushing stray hair strands away from his face, the ace was met with the softened and glistening eyes of the artist, making him flush at the wholesome sight.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Hyunjin replied curiously, pawing the younger’s thighs with a childlike innocence that made Jisung sigh in defeat, he really had thought the older too much of his ways; it had become a weapon against him. Recently, Jisung had doom scrolled too far along his tag on Tiktok to be considered healthy, dipping into the abyss of hate comments that were quick to consume him. His smile, his voice, nothing was spared from the flurry of disdain that people had for him, making his heart sink and crack quicker than anticipated.

“It’s just…people have been giving back feedback about how my smile isn’t that great..” Han frowned slightly at the recall of the amount of videos he had stared at in horror and became heartbroken as insecurities consumed him whole, wanting to wish he could delete every photo that had the ‘horrendous’ smile in them. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Hyunjin gave him a piercing glare, one that told him he definitely had stepped on the wrong pressure plate in that head of his.

“Who told you that? Your smile is absolutely adorable, don’t tell me you’ve been watching hater videos again…” The older nagged, squishing the younger’s chubby cheeks to prove his point, earning half-hearted whines and pushes as Jisung squirmed from the feeling. Hyunjin could practically scent the disbelief that Han was feeling towards his words, scoffing. How dare he not believe that he was cute?!

Bringing a small paint brush over, he tackled the quokka into the bed unexpectedly, yells and squeals ensuing before the artist finally managed to get his canvas into a warm and tight hug, legs wrapped around his to ensure that his victim wasn’t going anywhere. Swinging an arm around the smaller’s waist, the paint brush swirled around Jisung’s neck, earning sweet giggles from him.

“Ehehe! W-Whahat are yohohou doing?!” Han was immediately shushed of a word of denial by Hyunjin, who continued softly brushing the tool over his neck, the arm around his waist pinching his side rhythmically to earn squeaks in between those honey-like giggles that made the ferret melt; having to push down his cuteness aggression.

“Your laugh is so soothing, isn’t it? And that smile makes my day, so cute…” Hyunjin cooed, giggling along when Jisung’s cheeks began to heat up into a darker shade of red, shoulders scrunching up as well when the brush hit the nape of his neck, earning a sharp squeal.

“Nohoho! Not cuhuhute! Eek!” The younger squealed when the brush went under his thin shirt to his tummy, brushing delicately against the bare and taut skin. Tossing his head back against the teasing artist, high pitched giggles escaped Han’s mouth unannounced, hiccuping every few moments when a pinch was delivered to his side.

“Not cute? Very cute I know, just look at that smile, and those red cheeks…” The compliments made the ace’s heart pound out of his chest, his stomach fluttering with butterflies at the saccharine words that poured from Hyunjin’s mouth, cursing him for being an artist. The older snickered at the burning red ears that started to present itself in front of his very eyes, kissing the tips of them chastely to squeeze out another squeak.

“Nohoho! N-Not thehehre!” The quokka squeaked out meekly when the flushed tips of his ears were delicately thrown a soft kiss their way, breathlessly protesting as fingers scribbled over his stomach with another cute squeal. Hyunjin had just about the widest grin on his face, it wouldn’t even go down even when he tried to deliver more affectionate kisses to the shell of the shorter’s ear, easily accessible with his towering height.

“Ready to give in, Sungie?” Hyunjin asked the obvious, swirling the paint brush over to his belly button, pushing the soft tip and digging with the tool. Jisung screamed, anticipation having swallowed and engulfed him into a ball of the unexpected, cackling as he failed to remove the ticklish brush from his belly. The taller smirked against Han’s neck, the mischievous ferret satisfied with his almost finished canvas.

“NAHAHA! NOHOT CUTE! PLEA- EEHAHAHAHA!” The ace let out another shrill scream as lips attached to his neck and blew as hard as the dancer possibly could, internally dying from Hyunjin’s lung capacity as both a dancer and rapper. His thoughts of ever possibly denying his dear hyung faded out as fast as they came in, stamping his feet in ticklish agony as he writhed. The brush in his button wouldn’t move, the lips on his neck were still vibrating, successfully bringing him to tears as they rolled down his chubby cheeks.

“Who’s a cute quokka with a pretty smile?” Hyunjin taunted teasingly, taking in a deep inhale when Jisung frowned through his panicked cackles.

“MEHEHE! ME PLEHEHEHASE STAP!” Han begged as his voice cracked through his laughter, trembling as the brush and fingers left his stomach alone, rubbing his side soothingly. He flopped against the taller’s chest with deep breaths, chest rising and falling like bread dough left to proof in an oven. The older smiled, nuzzling his cheek into the mint scented hair as he took in the loving scent, his free hand wiping those happy little tears away before they had the chance to imprint on his cheeks.

“Let’s say we get that painting done, alright?”

[moonstruckdraws]

Which of you is next?!

you can't tell me that this guy isn't just waiting for the opportunity to hit someone. or try out tranquilizer darts I drew the sketch for this a few days ago and I wasn't going to finish it, but I had nothing better to do so I decided to try. I had fun with the lighting, never tried bolder colors for that other than yellow I think

[pawbeanies]

(person who's just hit me with a tranquilizer dart and is now standing over me as i slowly pass out) ohhhh you said you wanted someone to DATE you like take you out on a DATE ... my bad. i heard SEDATE and just thought you wanted to be TAKEN OUT... umm anyway i have a cool basement you wanna check it out

[justhilary123]

Curse of the WereMouse Chapter 7

*The top of the building*

*The kids had reached the top after climbing the stairs*

Hilary: Oh no! Look.

*They looked and noticed Mickey being cornered by Wallace McDuffy.

Freyja: We have to do something.

Alexander: *gets out some shields* Maybe this will shield Mickey.

Eliza: Here! I’ll throw you!

Minnie: Hurry!

*Eliza Kirby tossed Alexander in the air.*

Wallace: Take your best shot, Mickey! *opens fire*

Alexander: *lands in front of Mickey* I don’t think so, Wallace!

*The bullet hits the shields protecting Mickey and Alexander.*

Wallace: Drat! Out of bullets! But, at least I’m not out of… *checks his pockets and realized that the tranquilizer darts aren’t in there* Huh. Hey! Where are the darts?

Josephine: *reveals that she got the tranquilizer darts* Don’t worry! I got ‘em right here!

Colin: Nice work, sis! Now, run!

Wallace: Grr! Come back here! *chases after them* No one outsmarts Wallace McDuffy and gets away with it!

Hilary: Nice work, Alex! You saved Mickey!

Eliza: Hate to break it to you. But, Let’s save the reunion for later. We’re running out of time!

Leela: Guys! Catch! *tosses the antidote*

Hilary: Someone catch the antidote!

Pluto: *barks and catches the antidote in his mouth*

Eliza: Nice catch, Pluto!

Freyja: I’ll get it! *runs down the stairs to solid ground*

Mickey: *howls and runs off*

Hilary: Oh no! Freyja! Look out! Here comes Mickey! I better follow her! *heads downstairs*

*The courtyard*

Freyja: *runs over to Pluto* Attaboy, Pluto! You got the antidote!

Pluto: *noticed the WereMouse coming and barks*

Freyja: What is it, boy? *turns around and sees Mickey heading towards her* Oh sparkles!

Hilary: Mickey! Wait. Freyja is my friend! Don’t hurt her!

*The rooftop*

*Colin and Josephine are still running away from Wallace McDuffy.*

Colin: Doesn’t that guy ever quit? I mean, he will stop at nothing until he gets that werewolf. I just wish he would eventually knock himself out.

Josephine: *gets an idea* Knock himself out?! Colin, I got an idea. Follow me!

*They jump down onto the balcony*

Wallace: *noticed Colin and Josephine disappeared* Huh. Where did they go?

Josephine: *preparing to strike* Take this! Doctor’s orders! *shoots Wallace with the tranquilizer darts*

Wallace: Aah! Oww! That hurts! *pulls them off and gets tired* That hurts! *yawns and faints*

Colin: Whoo! He’s down for the count!

Josephine: Well. We took care of Wallace.

Alexander: What about the Werewolf, or the WereMouse.

All: Right!

*The kids looked up at the sky*

Leela: I sure hope our friends hurry. We’re running out of time!

(To Be Continued)

[i-like-media]

If I had the pleasure to write a Dan VS. Episode, I think I'd write Dan VS Elise, but not for the ways you think!

The episode would start off peacefully, blue sky, birds chirping... only to be interrupted by Chris's car FLYING through the air at a high speed as it comes up from behind a hill! It drops back onto the road, and we get a view of what's happening inside the car.

Chris is dressed as a mime. "W-WHICH WAY?" He asks frantically, to which Dan (who is fighting a monkey in the backseat) replies "TAKE THE NEXT LEFT! ............ ALSO MIMES DON'T TALK.". A tranquilizer dart flies through the car window, scaring Chris and making him swerve. They're being chased by a zoo staff! Chris takes that screeching left, which rolls the two in the back over, with the monkey landing on top of Dan. It ooh ooh aah aah's victoriously, only to be hit by a tranquilizer dart. It collapses and Dan takes the opportunity to get on top with a cocky "HA!" ..... only to get darted himself too. "WHICH WAY NOW? .... DAN?" Chris is swerving about like crazy, but with no reply from Dan, he feels the need to look back and check what's going on. Before he can even properly respond, he crashes into another car. The car spins around a couple of times, before coming to a stop. In a matter of seconds, the car is surrounded by cops and zoo staff... and the Scene ends with Chris letting out a measly "oh boy..."

The next scene takes place some time later. Chris had been bailed out by Elise, but Dan hadn't. Which is why we find Dan immediately going to Chris's house when he DOES get out. "Stupid Chris, stupid Elise... (Mumble mumble)... next time they need me I oughtta (grumble grumble)..." We get a shot of the house, without the car in sight. The curtains are also closed. As Dan approaches the building, he hears arguing. He pauses and WANTS to put his ear to the wall, but then the front door flies open right in his face, knocking him to the side. Elise stomps out holding a large bag. "Elise, please... Let's just talk about this" Chris pleads as he follows her out the door. "This isn't the end, Chris. I just need... a break. And I need you to start thinking about who you'd rather choose.... Me, or Dan." Chris is at a loss of words, unable to form words. So with a sigh Elise turns around and walks off.

"Well OBVIOUSLY you'd choose me, right?" Dan pipes up, covered in leaves. Chris doesn't react, he keeps on watching Elise.

"...I'll take that as a yes. Besides, we've got work to do! That monkey is still on the loose and that VET is STILL walking around without the iron fist of JUSTICE tainting his tastebuds!" Chris drops to his knees and starts tearing up, dropping his head into his hands.

"Ohhh cheer up, buddy. We both knew it wasn't going to work out <:)" Chris starts sobbing harder. "Ew.... well, he'll be over it soon enough 🤷‍♂️" but little did Dan know he would never get over it. Even worse, Chris becomes the most incompetent "sidekick" to his schemes ever, eating tub after tub after TUB of ice cream and breaking down crying at everything that reminds him of Elise. Which is when Dan gets so frustrated, he swears revenge on Elise (for rendering Chris completely useless in his schemes).

The rest of the episode would be filled with the wacky hijinks of Dan spying on Elise and trying to get back on her, while Chris tags along as a useless, crying mess.

These hijinks would eventually lead to Dan discovering Elise's lab, where he finds all KINDS of weapons. Though, his interests lie in a piece of technology he overheard Elise talking about to someone. A brand new prototype of a device that's supposedly wipe out a person and their entire existence with a single blast. No one remembering them either... Which sounds PERFECT to Dan. With Elise wiped from the planet, he could have Chris all for himself again! So he sets up an elaborate trap to get Elise somewhere in a specific spot so he can blast her... but Chris finds out about his plan, gets Elise out of harms way at the last second and breaks the weapon, showing to Elise that he's choosing HER. He wants to spend the rest of his life with HER because he loves His WIFE. And Elise sees this, and accepts it as an apology. They make up...

And as Dan watches this unfold in frustration, he sighs and eases up. He even manages to crack a short lived smile. It's a bittersweet one, because Deep Down he wants Chris to genuinely be happy. He doesn't like saying it, but seeing Chris so SAD for so long, wasn't great! He thought it was annoying for the most part SURE, but he's also still his best friend. But on the other hand it's bittersweet, because in the process of bringing Chris closer to him again, he only drifted further away. He's officially not getting "his friend back" in the same sense they might've been when Chris hadn't met Elise yet... and that's something that has scared Dan ever since Elise started to become a serious presence.

So in this short moment, he contemplates some of this nuance........ but that thought process is cut short rather quickly when the monkey from before LEAPS out from the shadows and tackles Dan, scratching and clawing and continuing the fight.

Chris goes: "...Huh. I knew I forgot about something.... Oh well." And that's how the episode would end, with the camera zooming out on the whole chaotic scene, Elise embracing Chris and Dan getting mauled by a monkey.

[wrenhavenriver]

need someone to hit me with a blow dart containing the most concentrated tranquilizer science can make

[pacifymebby]

t r o u b l e // Chapter Nine

A peaky blinders modern au balletcore story

Chapter List

Sonya

I felt like such a child fleeing from them like that but I couldn't stand to be in that room, having Tommy look at me with such disgust, such judgement the way that he was. I could feel the blame he placed on me then, as if he thought that the hit on Michael could be a direct result of something I'd told Freddie. But if Tommy had bothered to ask he'd know I hadn't told Freddie a thing about my family. That I'd been doing all I could to forget about my brothers whilst it seemed they had forgotten about me.

I burst through the study doors making the two lads who were loitering just outside jump with a start. I couldn't bare to look at them but I did because they'd startled me too and Id frozen like a rabbit in the headlights, my eyes full of tears, my view of them blurred. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand trying to stifle a sob, gasping with the hurt I couldn't contain, so humilated to have them witness my frankly tragic display. But I couldnt help it, I'd always been that kind of girl. The fragile one, the kind if girl who couldn't control her wild emotions, the kind of girl who's emotions controlled her.

I was shaking as I raised my other hand to my mouth, clutching the hand which already smothered my sobs, holding onto it tightly desperately.

For a second the three of us stood frozen, Isaiah watching me with a kind of familiarity, a pity in his eyes as they rested on my distraught flush. The glowing pain in my dark eyes as they darted between him and Bonnie. Bonnie watching me too, his expression hard to read, tranquil as ever and yet, the slightest tug on his brow, his eyes sorry too, something which looked like concern gathering like a shadow in his greenish eyes.

I stood there, frozen, chest rising and falling eratic and ragged. And then just like that I was gone. Like a doe fleeing the road. And fleeing was exactly what I was doing.

I ran down the hallway, feet light and quick on the stairs as I fled to the only place I thought I stood a chance and peace. The only place I really knew how to get to in that big house which my brothers kept calling home but which felt far from it to me.

I darted down through the door at the bottom of the stairs, under an archway and across a smaller room, the marble floor cool through my socks as I ran, barely skimming the floor. So light on my feet. Unaware that I was being followed because the lad ib pursuit was just as nimble as me.

When I slipped through that little door into the damp little tunnel which led out into the meadow, far across the grounds of the Shelby Mannor, I felt the damp from the cold stone floor soaking into my socks, felt the strange weight of the water soaking into the thick fluff. But I didnt care about the water, didn't care if I was ruining Sylvie's socks because my heart was pounding and aching in my chest and my mind was shaken with sorrow. With the hurt of those awful things Tommy had said to me.

Why the fucks he with you eh? What other reason could he have for getting so close to you?

Tommys cruel words played over and over in my head and every time I remembered the vitriol with which he'd slung them across the room at me another choked sob wracked through my body. By the time I reached the meadow and the lake I was breathless and I could barely manage to carry myself to the waters edge before I crumbled and collapsed in the grass, holding myself, legs in a w on the ground like a little girl, arms wrapped around my body, holding my shoulders as I bowed my head and sobbed my heart out on the floor. The tears relentless, my crying disturbing the peace and quiet. So dramatic, my grief ricochetting off the trunks of near by trees and bouncing back to me like a mirror.

I didn't realise I was breaking more than my own heart. That someone was watching me and the sight of me like that, so distraught, was making them think they might start crying too. At least I didn't until they sat themsleves down beside me in the grass, reached out carefully for one of my hands and let their fingers brush delicately over my trembling fingers.

"Y'know lass if you keep this up you're gonna have me cryin an all," said Bonnie softly, his eyes soft but still aglow with that teasing humour, his smile small but still cheeky as he withdrew his hand from mine. The gesture had only been intended to get my attention but as he sat back up and pulled away from me his eyes lingered on my fingertips and then on my sorry expression.

"Tommy make you follow me?" I sniffled wiping at my eyes with the palm of my hands, trying to hide myself behind them so that he couldn't see the mess I'd made of myself. I wasn't a pretty crier, my eyes went red too quickly, swollen and sore looking, my whole expression puffy and childish when the waterworks turned on.

"Nah lass," he said with half a lass, looking up and away from me then with that lingering amused half smile on his open mouth.

"Thats not true," I said still sniffling, wincing at the pain of trying to swallow down a more violent sob. Every now and then one snook up on me like a hiccup sharp and sudden so that it stung my throat and left me feeling bruised. "Tommys got you spying on me or somethin now right... Youre not allowed let me out your sight or something I don't know..." I trailed off, cut off ultimately by another embarrassing sob. But Bonnie only frowned, he seemed to be thinking carefully about what he said, seemed much more pensive than he had when we had first met earlier that morning.

"Its true that he asked me to protect you.." he said smirking at me and rolling his eyes as if me and him were in on some joke I'd forgotten, his smile almost drawing one from me. "But it ain't true thats the reason I followed you out here..."

Perhaps if I hadn't been feeling so sorry for myself I'd have matched his smirk with one of my own. As it happened however I just kept sniffling and sobbing, trying to catch my breath and hold it together, completely unable to control my emotions and my tears.

"Then why did you?" I asked a little confused as to why he was sitting down in the grass opposite me, one knee bent, his arms crossed over it as he watched me in all my heartbroken tradgedy.

"Cause," he shrugged, "You're cryin your eyes out lass, didn't want you contaminating me lake with all that salt water... S'bad for the ecosystem see.." he said with another smirk, his eyes sparkling with that gentle teasing. His smile growing with his confidence when I couldn't help but smile at his little joke, biting back a sob which shook my spine, blushing through the smile I tried to hide.

"Hmm," he said stroking his chin as he pretended to study me, "thats a small improvement but I'm still worried about them tears yknow..." he said with a little chuckle when I bit back a giggle that mixed with my crying and left me uncertain as to why exactly I was shaking.

"Sorry," I said then, trying to force a wider smile, remembering who I was, remembering that Shelby girls didn't reveal themselves like this, didn't let strangers know them to be vulnerable the way I was doing just then.

"Don't say sorry to me lass, its the Cattails you should be worryin about," he said still grinning, still trying to encourage a smile from me too as he shifted where he sat and wrapped his arms around his knees. He was watching me. Even when we fell into silence, just me sniffling and wiping at my tears, him sitting still and quiet, he carried on so that I felt studied, my skin prickling under his gaze. Struggling to ignore him.

"Why'd they all call yous Fen?" he asked after a minute or two of not quite awkward silence.

"What?" I frowned uncertain as to why he was trying to make conversation with me, why he was asking a thing like that instead of asking me what was wrong or why I insisted on being such an unpleasant snob around him. He had no reason to smile at me or talk to me this way, I'd given him no reason at all to be nice.

"The both of yous like, ain't it weird to be called the same thing like that?"

"Well I don't know they just always have since we were little like... Well not always I guess," I said pressing the ball of my palms to my eye sockets trying to gather the last of my tears though I knew they weren't really going to be the last.

"Must be funny being twins an havin to share everythin right down to your own name..."

"We don't share everything," I lied knowing he was almost right, since we were young we'd always shared most things, our clothes getting confused in the wash, our bed when we were still poor and living on watery lane, our dream of becoming a ballet dancer, so many rolls throughout school because the director enjoyed being able to swap us in and out from scene to scene. Enjoyed not having to worry that the understudy would change the aesthetic of their vision.

"Don't do that to your eyes darlin," he said then, reaching forward to me, taking my wrist in his hand and tugging it gently from my eye. If I'd put up a fight, even just a small protest, I was sure he'd have let go and left me to it. But I didn't because I knew he was right. "Just makes em more swollen, you need some cold water on em, draw the red out... I mean don't get me wrong, you don't need to do anythin," he said speaking quieter then, his own cheeks a pale shade of pink as he averted his gaze, chewed his cheek, all the arrogance I thought I'd recognised in him, all those Blinder traits vanished when he suddenly receded and mumbled, "y'still look dead pretty either way..."

I didn't know what to say to him then, my own smile kind of shy, kind of awkward as a blush blossomed on my cheeks too. This time when I sniffled I was smiling through the tears and I felt a little less like I was sitting stranded in the Birmingham countryside completely on my own.

"Its cause we got lost in the fens when we were little girls," I said, "we were still travelling then... y'know before our mam died... Think John was meant to be lookin after us and he lost us,"

"In the Fens?" Bonnies eyes lit up, his smile tickling his features, making me smile too. He'd probably been down that way many times before with his own family, probably knew those grassy marshes, the endless expanse of flat dry ground in the summer, so suddenly rich and dense, swampy with the first fall of rain, all the little becks and drainage streams trailing off into the wash. As a little girl those fields of long grass, with all its little creatures, all those miles to explore, had been such an adventure. Bonnie probably had similar memories. For all that shit I'd thrown at Tommy he was right, me and Bonnie would have lived similar lives up to the point of my mothers suicide.

"I don't remember it," I said, "but me an Fen didn't know we were lost, we were having a lovely time playin in the marshes," I said letting out another little laugh which Bonnie echoed. He held his shins with his hands as he leant in to listen to me and I realised that we both must have looked like to children sitting there in the grass. "By the time they found us again we were soaked to the bone and freezin, covered in mud and bits of pond weed stuff, came down with a nasty fever a few days later, mam was livid, I think John got into a lot of trouble for it..."

He grinned, chuckling away, telling me he remembered getting into similar trouble when he was a wain.

"Don't really remember me mam, but I remember the trouble me sisters used to get for letting me off on me own when we were out to play," and then as if a distant memory, one he'd almost forgotten, had just washed over him like a wave he laughed, his grin lingering as he looked up at the sky and then into the distance somewhere over my shoulder. "There was this one time actually, we were travelling along down the east coast of scotland, they let me off on me own at the beach, you know one of those lovelyns where the forest comes right down to the tide line... They let me off on me ones and I built a raft, tied all these bits of drift wood and branches together with kite string and then tried sailing it... I was half way out to see before anyone realised what I'd done and me dad had to swim out to get me cause.." he trailed off, his own amusement overtaking him for a moment, his eyes really bright when he laughed, "cause I couldn't fuckin swim," he said sniggering into his sleeve, his laugh making me laugh too, just as shyly, hiding my smile in the crook of my elbow as I tried to hide away. It felt strange that he could have changed my demenour so quickly, i didnt like that I appeared so easily moved then.

"Think my mam would have killed our John if me an Sylvie had ever done something like that," I said with a lingering smile trying to imagine him as a little boy, sailing out to sea. Bonnie just chuckled, this fond little smile lingering on his lips when he shrugged his shoulders.

"Aye," he smirked, "think she probably did half kill our Esme for it," he said, "fuckin stupid kid though I was, bet yous two never did anythin that daft..." he was blushing again, only slight, his eyes taking on that dark, pensive shadow again when he met my gaze. I was blushing too, I didn't know what to say to him. But the longer we lingered in that comfortable quiet, those small smiles on our lips, the worse I felt for the hostility I'd shown him all day. Because it wasn't him I'd been wanting to hurt with all my vitriol and childish remarks. It had been my brother. Probably everyone knew that except Bonnie.

"You know you don't have to stay out here waitin on me," I said quietly, picking at pieces of grass, snapping the thin green stems, looking down at my feet, "I know Tommys got you followin me round like I need babysittin an all but I'm fine out here on my own..." I said awkwardly.

Still Bonnie just leant back in the grass on his elbows, legs stretched out in front of him as he relaxed, laidback grin, his eyes scanning the sky, one dark curl falling across his forehead. He really did look out of place then in his jeans and that bright blue adidas jacket, the polo tshirt he wore tucked into his waistband a little baggy, a little too 80s to be hanging round the grounds of a country estate with a forlorn ballerina in her white tights and her sisters slipper socks.

"Don't take this the wrong way darlin but, you're still cryin... Don't really seem fine on your own to me..."

"Didn't my big brother warn you, I'm always crying," I said sulkily, making him chuckle with my pouted lip and still teary eyes, my lashes lined with tears that were waiting to fall.

"That true?" he asked still smiling, still looking at me from under his lashes like he already knew me. Like he wanted to know me better.

I bit back a shy little smirk.

"Uhuh... I know," i rolled my eyes, a little melodramatic, "I'm a real cliche..." but Bonnie just smirked and shook his head.

"Well thats the saddest thing I ever heard," he said with a small shrug, his eyes flickering over me again, meeting mine and holding my gaze until I couldn't hold his anymore, averting my eyes to my hands, wiping another tear on the back of my hands.

"Its not that sad," I said with a self concious shrug, receding into myself and away from him. I couldn't tell if he was flirting with me or not. It didn't feel like I was being charmed, didn't feel like he was using well practiced moves and lines to chip away at me. He wasn't exactly like any of the lads I was used to, the actors I'd gone to school with. Those competitive boys with famous surnames, old money parents who'd taught them exactly what to say and to who and when.

Everything Bonnie had said and done so far that morning had seemed so natural, a little clumsy a little shy, but natural. I didn't feel like he was acting, didn't feel like I needed to put on an act for him.

And yet I knew that this was exactly what made me the weak link in the family, the least Shelby of us all. It had hurt to hear Tommy say it outloud, for him to call me naive in front of Sylvie, within earshot of Bonnie and Isaiah, but it had hurt because it was true. Bonnie was proving that to me now because all he'd done was follow me outside, show me a little smile when I was crying, and there I was opening slowly like a shy flower in the evening sun. A little slither of dusk and I was looking at him with my most honest eyes.

"Its not sad," I said it again, sucking my cheek in and then cracking a self aware half smile, "If you cry over nothing and everything all the time no one can ever really tell when you're genuinely upset, maybe I'm just leaning into drama..."

"Yeah? What about now, are you leanin into drama or is this just now, genuine?"

I bit my lip, a little caught out because I'd been expecting my words to wash water off a ducks back the way that kind of talk usually did. Usually people rolled their eyes, called me aloof behind my back, told me I was 'mysterious' to my face. But Bonnie, despite his teasing smile, seemed to want a real answer. So I gave him one.

"I'm fine Bonnie Gold," I said my eyes meeting his, his name foreign on my tongue as my lips curved around the syllables for the first time, "Its just my brother see, I don't know if you know this about him but..." I trailed off, forcing a smile, one which probably looked far more sorry than it was supposed to when tears still gleamed in my eyes, "but he's a little bit of a cunt..."

He laughed then, a real laugh. I'd shocked him with my harsh words and he was, for a second, speechless.

His grin lingered as he looked away and when he looked back at me he was still laughing so that the longer it went on, his beaming smile poking dimples in his rosy cheeks, the more self concious I became, feeling my own cheeks heat up. An awkward smile on my lips.

"What?"

"Nothing, its nothing," he chuckled settling down though the grin still lingered and when he looked me up and down I got the feeling he was still trying to work me out. "Just don't sound right thats all, you sayin a word like that with your pretty little accent..."

My smile grew, awkward and shy. His green eyes still watched me but I couldn't bring myself to hold his gaze for very long.

"I don't have a pretty little accent," I frowned, "are you callin me a fuckin toff?" I narrowed my eyes at him, suddenly so aware of my annunciation. Cheeks burning, temper prickling though I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

"Nah," he chuckled, "certainly don't sound like your brothers though do you lass..." he said giggling somewhat pleased with himself when my frown etched deeper into my brow and he realised that his teasing was really winding me up. "See if you don't wanna be around that cunt of a brother today..." he started, running his hand through his messy curls, turning away from me to look out at the grounds, "you could come to my place yknow, lay low stay out the way whilst they uh... Hash it all out?"

I chewed my cheek, looking at him a little uncertain. Tommy trusted him so I could trust him. And he was right, I didn't want to see my cunt of a brother again, not just for the rest of the day but for the rest of the week if at all possible.

"And why would you want to invite someone like me back to your place?" I asked still picking at grass stems, remebering again all those disparaging things I'd said about travellers to Tommy in front of Bonnie.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well what about all that shit I said earlier for a start..." i chewed my cheek looking guilty.

"Ohhh" he breathed pursing his lips together holding back his smile for a moment, "right yeah that... For a start lass you're pretty transparent and I know you didn't really mean any of em..." he said tilting his head looking at me from under dark lashes, his eyes dark and marbled and still so understanding, and then he smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "and for seconds, this just gives you more time to say you're sorry."

And with that he jumped up and held his hand out to help me, the wink he shot me leaving me speechless and burning with a blush.

[soul-of-muses]

@verratensduo​

Eren wasn’t sure what was scarier, seeing Reiner through the fire, or having him stalk over to him so silently. That cold, emotionless face sent dread through his body. He gulped before he ate some bread, feigning compliance with the older male. He had to try and think of someway to escape. No, not escape, to capture Reiner. It was slowly coming back to him now, the cave where he learned that Titan shifting powers no shit passed hands through someone being eaten by a mindless Titan. What Rod Reise, the real king wanted done to Eren. He was terrified of the prospect.

He finished the bread as the full moment came back to him. He remembered a tranquilizer dart hitting Historia, the flash of lighting, the armored hand taking out the entire Anti-Personal squad, the foot crushing the king. Then, he remembered the drool, the teeth, the tongue, the bite. Eren gulped some.

He looked up at Reiner, confusion and fear mixed with anger and hatred in his eyes. “Why didn’t you just eat me back there? You had to know that would be easier.” He tried to sound brave and unafraid, but he was shaking, as was his own voice.

     Just what was going through Erens mind right now, he wondered as he silently watched the other male eat the bread he had offered to him with little complaint. He was either hungry or to scared and shocked to fight back at that moment. Even if it was temporary, Reiner knew that Eren was not one to simply lay down and take orders, after all he’s trained with him for years, he knows that kind of person Eren is. Just what was he thinking....

     Ah, so that’s what he was thinking about? 

     “ So you remember what happened then? Why? Disappointed I didn’t eat you while you were unconscious? Or are you relieved that you get another chance at revenge and escaping?” he asks his tone bitter as he wipes his hands clean from the remnants of the bread “ I have my reasons...I know you’re not the kind to simply lay down and give up. And that will make taking you in even more rewarding, but if you do prove to be a thorn in my side then I suppose I’ll have no choice but to kill you and take your cold stiff corpse back instead.” 

[kashisun]

I’m seriously about to hire a someone to hit me with a tranquilizer dart so i can sleep through my period cause these cramps are making me want to set the world on fire 😀

[aprillikesthings]

ugh my wired headphones are still hurting my head >:(

anyway

s3 ep2 huntara

ahahah I love this one

(if you're new here: i'm rewatching She-Ra for fic-writing purposes, and live-blogging my way through them making commentary and jokes and side notes about random shit. bc this is a REwatch there are many references to later plot points)

is that the Beta Kindergarten

(man I've been making a lot of Steven Universe references in these lately, but yeah I can't look at sandstone slot canyons without thinking "hrr hrr where's Jasper")

(wait has a Jasper cosplayer actually taken photos in one of these in like Utah? a quick image search says no. damn.)

how many times did I look at this establishing shot before I realized this part of the Fright Zone is the ruins of a ginormous spaceship

ALSO "day 135"? I noted yesterday that someone working on the show said sOMEWHERE that each season is about a year and I was like "ehhhh" but I guess that's not far off.

That makes the whole catradora arc even more angsty tbh. For some reason I thought the whole show took place over like a single year or so. But FOUR OR FIVE YEARS?? they pined for each other while trying to murder each other for MULTIPLE YEARS????

awwwwww

Listen. I love this ship. I'm always weak for "complete asshole with tough act is soft for one (1) person"

(tho lemme tell you. do not actually date those dudes irl. *sigh*)

why did so many 80's cartoons have extremely unrealistic quicksand scenes tho

gdi adora

The Crimson Waste is actually just a western bar full of furries. But seriously designing the characters in the bar must've been hella fun

AAHAHAAHH Adora being so, so blatantly gay for Huntara is one of my fave things

Did they need to establish that Adora is into women? Pfft, no. Did they still decide to show us Adora being absolutely smitten on sight for an older, big, buff, badass, butchy lady? YES.

Doesn't hurt that she looks likes this lol

like it's the least subtle thing on EARTH i love it so much

oh no now I want to look up fics

18 of them are explicit. well. I'm just gonna. leave that tab open.

ADORA. YOU COCKBLOCKED HER. RUDE.

lol there's a moment where Glimmer and Bow are like "ha ha we need to talk amongst ourselves" and turns around and Adora is still just staring at Huntara with googly eyes without noticing what Bow even said and lemme tell you, I've been that fucking obvious and oblivious

Huntara literally is like "oh my god you kids are gonna end up DEAD without me. FINE." Meanwhile, Adora:

Plot plot Huntara leads them to a trap and they get hit with tranquilizer darts and dropped into a pit.

that's just a nice shot tbh

EAT SOME DAMN SOUP your girlfriend spent TIME on that

she just refuses to be afraid of him

Anyway yeah this is when we find out he's just a clone of Horde Prime the Big Baddy of the series, Hordak is a "defective" clone, he was sent to "the front lines" to die and fell through a portal into Etheria. "with nothing but a broken ship, I built an empire..." the whole point of the portal is to bring Horde Prime through, which means that's what he was doing when he tried before and ended up with A Magic Baby (Adora) instead.

The animation in the flashback is clearly inspired by Lotte Reiniger which is super cool??

Back to the Crimson Waste, they've gotten themselves out of the hole, and Adora's upset because the whole point of this mission is her getting more info about Mara with the hopes of understanding her own past better

she's RIGHT

"...at least to me..."

LISTEN TO YOUR CUTE NERDY GIRLFRIEND YOU EMO BASTARD

She makes him a nice techy exoskeleton armor thingie

that's a start but c'mon I know you can do better than that

lolol the recorder baby critter KICKS HIM in an obvious "dude really????"

look at him!!! AAHAHAH

i'm gonna go over the image limit and tumblr's gonna cut me off and make me reblog this any minute now but this episode is jUST TOO GOOD

"I like being friends with you, too" ;_;

Huntara's "friends" make fun of her for being a softie while she swings the She-Ra sword around and then Glimmer drops in wooo

yeah I know this is a fight scene but eheheheh

and then they banged

okay they kept fighting but like, c'mon

the "sword point under the chin" thing is just so good and I loved the way they did the angles here

OH SHIT I forgot Huntara had heard of She-Ra

OH HO HO HOW THE TURN TABLES

Anyway Huntara does her little speech about how she also used to be a Horde soldier but left because Hordak was such a dick to his soldiers. "you would know, you were one of us."

called THE FUCK OUT

Huntara does her little "you can't defeat the Horde alone even if you're She-Ra" and she responds with "yah I'm not alone tho"

but also that shot is unnecessarily hot

....i've hit the image limit with two minutes to spare so I went back and deleted one because

hggghh

(not gonna get into how Shadow Weaver's face-touching thing is what made Adora do it here but yeah)

Huntara tells her minions to get lost, admits that the war scared the shit out of her and that's why she ran, but she knows that's bullshit and she promises to help Adora stop the war :D and then leads them to the place they were originally looking for: the ruins of Mara's ship!

AND EPISODE OVER

(gonna...see if any of those fics are any good 👀)

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Sneak Peak to Upcoming Unnamed Solar Opposites Monster Universe Au (Now Solar Opposites: Unleashed)

In Parker’s lab, she was busy working on a scanner that can detect monsters while the adults were chatting and Kevin’s kids were playing with the Pupa.

Parker: just finished putting the final touches And done!

Phoebe: Is it done kid?

Parker: Yep. This scan can detect any monster in sight, even bad ones.

The scanners is starting to beep on the computer as it shows some blue dots

Sonya: Oooh, can you see if it works?

Kevin’s Kids: Yes, yes!

Parker: Okay! turns on the computer

Kevin: Look! These signals are us. Me, you guys, Phoebe and our kids!

But until there was a big red dot coming out of the screen.

Miss Frankie: What the fuck, what's that red dot?

Parker: Huh? The computer has detected something!

Miss Frankie: What is it?!

Darcy: I don’t know, it looks like it's coming to our house.

Then something's smashed on the walls as it makes a huge crack and a roar was heard as everyone gasp.

Principal Cooke: Oh, shit! what was that!?

Phoebe: What the fuck...?!

The wall breaks apart and it was revealed to be Mutant Vampire Jaime as the gang gasp.

Mutant Vampire Jaime: ROOAAAAAHHH!

Darcy: J-Jaime?!

Miss Frankie: Holy shit! What happened to him?! He’s fucking huge!

Phoebe: Hey! Bring it on you fucking monster!

Mutant Vampire Jaime: ROOOAAAH! *He's gotten angry and fighting Anti-Ray*

Kevin’s Kids and Sonya: Aaaahhhh!!

Principal Cooke and Kevin: KIDS! quickly grabs the kids

The humans run outside to safety where they quickly went inside a closed grocery store and hide.

Miss Frankie: What's the fuck is happening?

Darcy: My husband is a giant beefy vampire monster!

Kevin’s Kids: crying

Kevin’s Wife: Shh, it's okay, kids. Mommy and daddy are here.

Principal Cooke: Aw fuck, now what do we do?!

Suddenly, Jaime appears and starts to break through the window by smashing it with his fists.

Kevin: Oh fuck! He’s back!

Mutant Vampire Jaime: ROOOAAAAH!

Darcy: Honey, please! It's me, your wife! Darcy!

Mutant Vampire Jaime: ROAR!

Darcy: Argh! 😫

Phoebe: punches Jaime in the face Sorry Jaime! to her friends and frenemies Run!

Mutant Vampire Jaime: Urgh! Grrrr! grabs Phoebe but she kicks him as she lands on her feet

Miss Frankie: Quick! Keep him busy!

Phoebe: Oh I’ll keep him fucking busy!

Mutant Vampire Jaime: beats his chest RRRAAAAAH!

Meanwhile, at the Solar Opposites’ house, Korvo and his family hears a distress signal and opens it up, to show Jaime fighting with Phoebe.

Korvo: Holy shit! Is that Jaime?!

Terry: What happened to him?!

Monica: I-I don’t know!

Parker: comes in with Sonya Korvo, we need you and your family help to stop Jaime! He’s out of control!

Sonya: What are we gonna do, Mr. Opposites?!

Korvo: thought of something I know how!

The Solars drove up to the market with Monica, Sonya and Parker while Phoebe is still fighting with Jaime.

Phoebe: Jaime, calm down! This isn’t you and you know it!

Yumyulack: What the fuck is happening now?!

Pupa: screams as he hugs Terry

Terry: Don’t worry Pupa, I got you.

Jesse: Aw geez! We have to stop Jaime before he and Phoebe both get hurt!

Korvo: Don’t worry, I got us covered.

The Solar Opposites made it where Phoebe turns to look at them and smiles in joy.

Korvo: Not so fast! loads his tranquilizer gun

Phoebe: Guys!

Principal Cooke: What are the fuck are you aliens doing here? He’s gonna bite you!

Mutant Vampire Jaime: RRRRR! He's going to bite her, but Phoebe punches him in the face and Terry holds him back

Terry: Hey! Nothing of bites! Now Korvo!

Korvo gets out his gun and shoots a dart at Jaime as it hits his chest and Jaime collapse on the floor.

Mutant Vampire Jaime: he felt woozy and fell down on the floor Ugh!

Jaime turns back to normal as Principal Cooke and Kevin helps pick him up.

Korvo: Quick we must get home out of here before someone sees him.

Phoebe MacCarthy and Monica Miller belongs to @themagicwolf6677

Parker belongs to @prospitdaydreamer

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Detective Conan Rewatch: Episode 1065

Episode 1065: “Detectives Don't Sleep”

Before watching this episode, on a scale of 1-10, how much are you looking forward to seeing it again?

4! Again!

Favorite screencap:

Conan: "GO. TO. SLEEP. DARN. YOU!"

Kogoro: "Stop hitting me, brat!!"

Favorite moment:

Conan having to figure out what to do since he didn't have a tranquilizer dart anymore.

Least favorite moment:

Kogoro's worry over his lack of sleeping when it's time to solve the case. It's cool to see something like this happen, but least favorite cause I know nothing will come of this until something like this happens again in a manga-based case. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

What’s one thing you noticed/realized about this episode that you hadn’t before?

It has been quite a while since we've had a tranquilizer dart failure. Granted, usually, it still tends to hit someone.

On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate this episode?

Seemed kinda obvious what was actually going on, but I liked this one better than the previous episode. 4.

Celebrate it!

Here’s a (not exactly) summary haiku:

Woman seeks some help

Boss’s dead body appears

Suspects her stalker

Next Episode: Episode 1066

Previous Episode: Episode 1064