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[selfshiprequests]

Thank you for running a blog like this! I was wondering if I could please request a doodle of Blade from Puppet Master? I will attach a picture of him to this ask. Maybe in the doodle, he is holding a heart? (He has a knife and a hook as hands but I'm sure he can still hold a heart) :D He has a lot of love to give! Thank you x

You bet! He's coming for you with love!

-Mod Echo

[proselfship-huggies]

This one is an odd one but the puppet master from prodigy maybe? I get judged a bit for this one😭 (romantic f/o! He’s my silly male wife.)

A.. hug, was it? How quaint. Such a simple request is a bit beneath someone as great as myself.. but I suppose I can ignore that if it's for you, dearest.

*hug*

Ah, well.. after spending so much time engrossed in my schemes to take over the isles, I guess I needed a bit of physical affection. A hug or two isn't so bad once in a while.. But enough talk! I have plans to make! Ahahaha! - The Puppet Master

[mostlymilkwood]

sometimes you really do have to be the change you want to see in the world* *rewrite a wiki article to be less annoying about something you're interested in

[blairwarbler]

Glee TV Lea Michele Rachel Berry 11 Rare Unpublished Wardrobe Photos 507,516,519

[welcometoqueer]

Can confirm (with sources)!

At this point, Musk has lost more than $16 billion and Tesla stock has plummeted 50% since December. Within the last day or so he’s appeared to have lost upwards of $100 billion and is steadily losing more.

In response, Musk blamed activists and “Ukrainian hackers” for his losses.

Trump also recently had a midnight hissy fit and propped up his billionaire bestie (read: puppeteer) in response to Musk’s apparent unpopularity. He blames radical leftists and accuses them of “illegally boycotting” (what??) Tesla. Now, he’s acting as a salesman promoting and even buying Tesla.

Anyways, we can do better! Let’s get those numbers and losses up gang!

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[foggysilverfeathers]

Fake HC 10 dashboard mayhaps??

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Reminder to love yourself! Smell the trees! Everything will be okay in the end 😊 ☀️

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nvm gem ran out of pickles im depressed again

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I RESTOCKED THIS MORNING HOW HAVE YOU ALREADY SOLD ME OUT

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day 126 without a mending book

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uM hey @.hpo-official could i ask why you havent' received my messages?/? Every calsl Ive made just puts me on holdd

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Sorry about that, sir. Admin error. I'll speak to my manager.

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...hELLO?

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lmao they deactivated what a loser

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Remember there's a person behind every poor worker! I see you bullies in the notes

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@/mending-book-fanatic is a hermit permit office spy confirmed??

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Guys everyone agrees that purpur is cheap and beautiful and godlike and everyone should go buy it right now this second *sweats*

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I feel like I'm missing something...

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SHE HAS EYES EVERYWHERE BDUBS

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Joel!

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If I don’t respond within the hour assume she got me

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anyone know a good shop for ethically-sourced wood?? i normally shop at big wood but ive heard things about a mafia :/

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That is absolutely NOT true!! If anything you should be targeting the crypto scheme at Big Wood,,

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aaaand this is why you should never trust businessmen in red suits

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says the one compensating with a massive HOURGLASS of all things

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Actually @.big-salmon Xisuma_voyd made a really well-explained video here going into detail about all of the shady elements of Big Wood, it's worth a watch.

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To answer the original question OP here are some safer (privately owned!) shops :)

Gem's Moss Shop (azaleas for sale which can be bonemealed)

Bdub's Bamboo Shop (bamboo wood is a good eco-friendly alternative to your typical spruce or oak)

The Purr-purr bus (if you're okay with having slightly more exotic trees, from the End)

Hope this helped! <3

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Why would you pay diamonds for less when you could just pay a few grains of sand for the best quality wood in the shopping district? You people confuse me

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actually the Purr-purr bus isn't ethical at all!! ive heard they blackmail people into giving them sails!!!

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*sales

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SHUDDUP

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:(

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day 131 without a mending book

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day 164 without a mending book

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Grian you know you can get free mending books at the cat cafe right

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it's not the same

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I need to be able to smell the breath of the sea between its sodden pages

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continue along the same path and you'll soon be facing villager unions

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Friendly reminder that not everyone wakes up at 2am, so please tag your Pearldle spoilers for at least a few hours!!

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skill issue tbh

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hallo how flirt with pretty girl time sensitive question

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sell them something

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bribe diamonds

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kill them

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okay will do!!!!

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wait

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Happy pride month to lgbtqia+ people of all ages, genders and sexualities, you're all so valid and so loved <3 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ ❤🧡💛💚💙💜

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I'm making a rainbow beacon for pride, come look for it! i'll be with it by my husband @ renthedog's hole all week

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*HOLE

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*HOME

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WAIT I ACCIDENTALLY TAGGED IT

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etho is just kakashi on maple syrup send post

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almost forgot to add important additional difference! etho is also obsessed with me

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[pinkseas]

my dealer: got some straight gas, this strain is called "sovereign of elegance" you'll be zonked out of your gourd

me: yeah whatever. i dont feel shit.

15 minutes later

me: the previous sovereign of elegance, glorier, had fiery red hair and won her title while wearing a black gown. she vanished 15 years ago, her last known location in the wishing woods. the same time frame that the other missing stylists were kidnapped by the paladins and locked up underground in the wishing woods. in the diary pages of an unknown stylist, the writer refers to the wish master as nothing more than a "puppet" of the dark, and remarks that they've been cruelly experimented on, their body tortured. "even bathing in this moonlight is a rare luxury." the banshee is only ever out at night, under the moonlight, but nobody save for you has actually encountered her clearly. those who might recognize her as glorier haven't ever seen the banshee themselves. the banshee refers to those she enthralls as her puppets, and there are multiple places where her body looks cracked and damaged, more like a porcelain doll than human skin. that same diary remarks that the writer has a daughter waiting at home, and that "even in this dire situation, i will never submit. the unyielding elegance within my resolute and noble soul is my last ace." a torn note found in the room where the humans were imprisoned states that the strongest were tortured and perished or disappeared, expressing a want to go home, written in a very similar manner to the way the banshee herself speaks at the end of your duel with her. if you fail, the banshee tells you to become her puppet and suffer alongside her. an imperfect victory mentions that memories are not enough. a brilliant stylist is rumored to have opened a realm that no one else has entered before, and some say that the most exceptional stylists might even create their own personal realms. cantore's poem states that should one be a fool, their soul will fall into "that bewildering realm" to become another puppet, ensnared for all eternity. "the bitter end awaits with no return, leading you into the heart of the night's abyss, where even the stars fade away." underground, those imprisoned stylists couldn't even see the stars. the reason they were locked up was to attempt to recreate the power of the aureum vase for chigda, who had made a deal with The Dark for eternal life. from him the power of the mutated vines returned, but he was not their original source, nor did they vanish when he was defeated without need for giroda's sacred power. those mutated vines bear great resemblance to the vines, thorns, and roses surrounding the banshee within the visuals of cantore's poem. the banshee wants her puppets to suffer with her, implying that she herself is already suffering. is she, too, a puppet of the dark? back then, could creating a realm have allowed her to escape? did something go wrong? did she, like giovanni, attempt to make a deal with the paladins or chigda, only for it to backfire? did she attempt to defeat chigda herself, only to become corrupt by the vines? if she was captured and held in the wishing woods and hails from florawish, why is it that the banshee now haunts the breezy meadow and shimmer pond specifically? igrainne forbade nonoy from investigating more about her past. the banshee chants a bewildering melody, not dissimilar to that melody of the wishing one from nonoy's music box, the one left with her by her birth mother. how much does igrainne know? was she worried for nonoy solely because of the nature of glorier's disappearance, or is there more to it? could the direct power of the wishful aurosa be enough to save the banshee? how much of her past life does the banshee remember? what am i missing?

my friend nikki pacing: how do i tell nonoy i need to fuck her mom

[literaryvein-reblogs]

A List of Plot Twist Ideas

A character's strength defeats them.

A character's weakness saves them.

A gift is really a danger.

A gigantic meteor streaks across the sky.

A missing child planned their abduction to get back at their abusive parents.

A stranger enters the story, informing the characters that they are all being watched. 

A surprising person ends up being the puppet master behind everything.

A terrible storm moves in, threatening all.

A weakness of a character is actually their greatest strength.

An object has a special meaning.

An otherwise straightforward romantic comedy leads into horror territory.

Red Herring — All suspicion points to one character, but when the truth is revealed, it's another that did the terrible deed.

The antagonist is living two lives.

The conflict the protagonist was going through was a practical joke.

The conflict the protagonist was going through was a ruse concocted by their friends to help them with confidence or to overcome fear.

The conflict the protagonist was going through was a ruse concocted by former victims of their bullying.

The dead body isn't dead.

The goal achieved ends up making things worse.

The informant is actually the mastermind.

The love interest is the antagonist.

The most skilled character succumbs to the least skilled character. 

The narrator is not the person we thought they were.

The parent is really the grandparent. 

The protagonist is living two lives.

The protagonist receiving help actually doesn't want it.

The protagonist that doesn't seem to want help actually does.

The smartest character is the first to be outwitted.

The strongest character is the first to die.

The supposed mastermind is actually a red herring.

The weakest character is the villain.

The wrong first impression of a character.

What first seemed like a wrong first impression of a character ends up being right.

What seems like a dangerous object at first is actually a gift that helps the protagonist. 

When the protagonist solves the mystery, it opens up a Pandora's Box.

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[nackrosor]

~Your Wish~

(Pt. 2)

PART 1 - PART 3

Brahms Heelshire x nanny!Reader

warnings/tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con/non-con, non consensual touching, somnophilia, Brahms is basically in heat

word count: 1,9k.

author's notes: I had to cut this part because it was getting too long and I wanted to stay in the 1k words limit... So... Part 3 👀??? Lmk

Brahms had no idea how much time had passed. All he knew was that it had felt like ages—long,  torturous ages—until he considered it safe to leave his hiding place. His breathing was still ragged as he carefully stepped into your room, his erection pulsing insistently in his pants, aching with every step he took towards your bed.

There you were, sleeping peacefully, unaware of his presence, oblivious to the tumult of emotions you had stirred up within him. He had never seen you pleasuring yourself before. Did you touch yourself thinking of him? Envisioning a “real boy” keeping you company? His erection twitched at the thought. Oh, he could have helped you. He could have given you what you needed, if only...

You stirred in your sleep and he froze, holding his breath for a few moments.

Since your arrival, he had spent many a night standing in the darkness of your room, watching over you, hypnotised by your beauty and the soft cadence of your breathing. 

This time however was different. He could clearly feel it. The agonising aching in his pants was proof of that. 

Brahms had never allowed himself to get so close to you when he needed to tend to his own needs. He didn't trust himself. He didn’t trust what his twisted and perverted mind could come up with as obfuscated by an insatiable desire as it was; an intense yearning that he found himself able to suppress less and less each day, the more he watched you, listened to you, longed for you...

He didn't even know why he had entered your room. He'd simply opened the secret passage in the walls and moved towards you, drawn like a moth to a light source. 

He'd tried to crawl back inside the walls, to touch himself and cry your name as loudly as he was capable of, certain that you wouldn't be able to hear him, just like every other time he'd jerked off at the notion of you. He had attempted to ignore what he had just witnessed by leaving you alone... but he couldn't. His body refused to obey. It seemed as if you had enchanted him, as if your body was calling out to him, luring him in... 

Your words kept on echoing within his mind, your wish lulling him like a chant, instilling hope in his whole being, pulling the strings of his flesh like a master puppeteer.

You wanted Brahms to be real. He could grant your wish. He sought to grant your wish and make you happy.

You shifted position once more, this time lying on your back. The sheets slid slightly away from your body, exposing a portion of your torso and highlighting the curves of your breasts.

Brahms inhaled sharply through his nose. His gaze swept over your body, taking in every inch of your exposed form and what he could glimpse of the rest. As he swallowed drily, his Adam's apple bobbed hard in his throat. He could feel his resolve waver, his will crack. 

He could do anything to you. Anything his messed-up mind would push him to do. He could take anything that he wanted from you. Everything he'd ever craved. You were so beautiful... so vulnerable... lying there at his complete disposal…

The darkness would be the only witness. 

His feet moved by themselves, his hand trembling as it reached out to you. When the tips of his fingers brushed over the bare skin of your shoulder, he shuddered. It was as delicate to the touch as velvet, even softer than he had anticipated.

He leaned in closer, his mask nearly touching the top of your head, as he took a short sniff of your scent and moaned in delight. His erection throbbed at the familiarity. How many times had he reached his release point, sniffing the garments he'd stolen from you? However, breathing it in directly from your skin was hundreds of times better.

His fingers caressed your hair, then trailed the outline of your arm, slowly working his way down till he met the hem of the covers.

His gaze diverted to your face. You were sleeping so soundly. It seemed unlikely you would be waking up anytime soon.

His fingers didn't shake any more as they carefully pulled the blankets down, revealing your upper body. 

Brahms felt his heart leap and pound wildly, as if it was ready to burst his chest open. Yet the pain in his pants was far worse. It urged him to take action .

He clasped his hand around your wrist and pulled it toward his pants. His mask barely concealed the whine he let out once your palm made contact with his bulge. His entire body trembled with overwhelming desire. 

It felt like a sin. Something he would be chastised for. He should have been put off by the mere thought of it, yet this only made him more eager. More excited to let his perversions finally take the reigns. He couldn’t hold back any longer. 

The bed creaked slightly when he climbed onto it and onto you, encasing your legs between his. He leaned down and inhaled your enticing scent as he ran his nose along your neck and down your collarbone. His hands moved to your chest attracted to your body like magnets, palms closing around your breasts, groping the soft flesh from above the thin fabric of the nightgown you were wearing.

The cool touch of his porcelain mask travelling down your skin made you stir slightly in your sleep, your neck craning to the side allowing him more room, as if you were inviting him to keep probing your skin. He ripped the mask off his face with a grunt and dug in, lapping at your neck with hardly contained hunger. He heard you hum quietly in response and took it as a sign of approval. As his lips trailed on the surface of your skin, he travelled downward, slipping his fingers underneath the neckline of your robe and peeling it down. The sight of your exposed bosom heightened his burning desire, causing his erection to twitch unrelentingly. 

He couldn't help but kiss your breast, his lips lingering on your delicate flesh, wrapping around the sensitive tip. He moaned in pleasure, his hips jerking forward again, pressing against your body.

His careless movements caused you to hum louder and move again in your sleep, sluggishly kicking your legs. As a result, the covers fell further away from you, revealing your thighs. Your robe had rolled up in the process, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

Brahms stared down in awe at your figure, barely managing to hold back the guttural cries that threatened to spill from his mouth and startle you awake. He felt lured in by the sight of your thighs and in an instant his hands were on you again, fingers digging in your tender flesh. 

"Oh, my Y/N." His voice cracked with unbearable yearning as he moaned your name.

"Mmmh-?" 

He could hear you but chose to ignore it. He didn't want to wake you up, or maybe he didn't care anymore. He was too caught up in his heat-filled mind to bother worrying about anything else. 

He dipped, pressing his lips on your knee, and climbed up in a frenzy, leaving a wet trail of kisses and nibbles on your skin.

He frantically pulled your nightgown up past your belly, without ever taking his lips off of you. The moment your panties came into view, a sharp shiver coursed through his whole body, his eyes widened in hunger and he started salivating. Without delay he bent down again, pressing his nose against your heat to catch a whiff of your scent; your heady sweetness only made him more desperate, a whimper falling from his parted lips. Did you taste just as sweet? Oh, he was dying to find out.

You mumbled something incomprehensible while you wriggled under his persistent touch upon your body. And so you shifted again, turning to lay down on your stomach, unconsciously preventing him from reaching his desired destination. 

When you turned, Brahms felt a slight pushback, a grumble of discontent escaping his mouth, but it only took him a second to draw back in, urged by a primal need.

His gaze flickered to your bottom now in plain sight, his breath caught in his throat as he noted a wet spot right in the center of the cloth covering your heat. His hand moved as if it had its own mind, his fingers trailing over the damp spot before in a swift and impatient motion he pulled your panties to the side. He gasped as he looked down at your exposed folds, gulping at the way they glistened with your fluids.

He could not endure it any longer... He needed you... He yearned to feel his cock buried deep inside you... He'd fantasised about it so many times...  And now he was so close to actually making it happen... 

His body was a bundle of tensed nerves. He couldn't understand what was happening but everything ached and he knew you were the cause. Just like he knew you were the only one who could relieve him from this torture.

He'd never experienced such fierce emotions before. He had absolutely no control over them.

Brahms let out a sigh of relief as he unbuttoned his trousers, leaving more room for his swollen erection. His eyes fluttered closed in response, but only for a fraction of a second, unwilling to look away from the arousing sight of his fingers stroking your pussy, coaxing in your moisture and spreading your folds apart. 

His breathing was so ragged, it echoed through the old walls of your room. The only other audible sound was that squelch he caused by rubbing your labia, which only became more prominent the moment he buried his fingers inside you and started to move them in and out in a leisurely motion.

He had never touched a woman before. In the past, he had caught some of his previous nannies touching themselves; he saw what they were doing, how and where they lingered the most with their fingers but… he had never had the occasion to do it himself. Those women had turned out to be awful. They had disrespected the doll and by extension him. They were undeserving… But you… Oh, you deserved this and more… Yes. Yes. You deserved him.

A moan escaped your lips, and he felt you stirring more than you had before.

With a jolt of fear mixed with excitement he sensed you were about to turn and immediately reached over for his mask, securing it back on his face. With his other hand he pressed down on your spine to pin you on the mattress and prevent you from moving. 

"Mmmmh? W-what…" your voice was barely audible, your words slurred by your sleepy state.

He should have left you there, still half-asleep. He should have stopped right then and there. Made you believe that whatever you had felt that night had merely been part of a dream. He should have holed up in his walls and kept himself hidden for a little while longer before showing himself to you… before giving you what you deserved… and taking from you what he deserved… 

He should have been a good boy… 

But he couldn’t. 

Oh, no he couldn’t. He had gone too far, it was impossible for him to stop.

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[https-bobreynolds]

six strings to save a god

pairing: robert ‘bob’ reynolds x enchantress! reader

summary: bob nearly blew his cover in an undercover mission where you both absolutely cannot use your powers at, so you save him with metallica instead.

author’s note: rewatched stranger things and got inspired by THE eddie munson, you will be missed💔

UNDERGROUND CLUB BELOW THE VIENNA STATE OPERA HOUSE, WESTERN EUROPE - 11:32 PM

private auction night

the air tastes like ozone and old bourbon. velvet curtains cover cracked plaster. there’s an antique chandelier above the bar flickering with blood-red LED bulbs, casting shadows like broken glass across the crowd.

somewhere in the crowd: mercs, arms dealers, hydra defectors, and warlords who don’t technically exist.

and at a table just beneath the second mezzanine, is robert ‘bob’ reynolds, looking perfect in a slim-cut black suit, nerves unraveling by the second.

you sit beside him, swirling untouched whiskey, watching him come apart thread by golden thread.

“he’s looking at me,” bob murmurs, too quiet for anyone else to hear. “he knows. the madripoor guy in the corner, he keeps- he’s not blinking.”

you glance up.

the man in question tilts his head, one brow raised. hands drifting way too slowly toward the holster under his coat.

bob’s about to snap. you can feel it under your skin like the low thrum of the void stirring.

“we got what we need, we have to leave this place now.” you whispered, giving him a look.

you didn’t say anything more, but he understood quickly, giving a nod.

“under any circumstances, do NOT engage and do NOT use any of your powers.” you remember bucky say, right before the mission.

you cannot let sentry, void or enchantress lose it here.

this is not the place for sun gods or eldritch abominations, so you do the only thing that makes sense in a room like this.

you stand, smooth as static, and quickly vanish into the shadows behind the stage, where a two-piece synthwave duo just finished their eerie, looping set.

and waiting backstage, among broken amps and stolen crates, you see it:

a scratched jackson king v custom.

you pick it up. test the weight. check the strings.

you walk out slow.

the crowd goes quiet for a beat. spotlights flicker to follow.

you nod at the DJ, who knows not to mess with it.

then, you slam into the intro to “master of puppets.”

the distortion screams.

the riff punches through the smoke like a fist. dirty. loud. real.

people down on the floor cheer, some boo, some start laughing in disbelief.

the suits look confused. a few start pulling out phones.

one of the auction security guards near bob’s table mutters, “what the hell-“

bob exhales like he’s been underwater for five minutes, he slinks out with the crowd’s attention squarely on you.

and you?

you shred.

“end of passion play, crumbling away

i’m your source of self-destruction…”

you sing like it’s prophecy, like the world’s about to burn and you’re the one lighting the match.

heads are banging, drinks are spilled, the tech auction upstairs is forgotten.

that guy from madripoor? he’s now two whiskeys deep and head-nodding like you’re doing a private concert just for him.

your fingers blaze through the solo like they were built for this. the guitar’s raw, snarling. just perfect.

and in the dark corner of the second tier, where no one’s watching anymore?

bob slips through a side door. free and clear.

you hammer the final riff with one last scream of strings.

“MASTER! MASTER!”

silence crashes like a wave behind it. the crowd roars, half of them think you’re just the best part of the party, the other half are too dazed to care.

you bow low, tossing the guitar off-stage like a mic drop.

and walk out like you own the world, panting as you slam the door behind you.

“you-” he starts, breathless. “you just-”

“i shredded,” you say, breathless and smug. “and saved your ass.”

he huffs a laugh, still dazed.

“i was gonna blow it,” he admits. “i could feel it coming… like the whole thing was about to fall apart.”

“well,” you smirk, brushing your hair back. “good thing i know how to play the hits.”

he looks at you, really looks at you.

the city glows behind you, the music still ringing faintly from the club.

and he says, “you’re kind of unreal, you know that?”

you shrug. “takes one to know one, sunshine.”

you look at each other for a second too long.

and somewhere in the club behind you, the next DJ starts spinning, but nothing could top what you just did.

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[yanderes-galore]

This is completely self-indulgent... I'm not on Beast-Yeast Episode 7-8 so this will just be my general ramblings about the insane jester. I might make follow up HCs if I need to add anything.

Maybe I'll do one for Mystic Flour Cookie when I finish Episodes 3-4? Waiting for stamina takes forever, even when I AFK farm in Town Square :(

Yandere! Shadow Milk Cookie Concept/HCs

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulative, Possessive, Jealousy, Isolation, Murder, Blood (or whatever the equivalent is), Kidnapping, Clingy behavior, Gaslighting, Stalking, Forced relationship/companionship.

Shadow Milk, like most of the Beasts, would be an overwhelming yandere.

This is because of how he works as the Beast of Deceit.

SM would definitely mess with his obsession regardless of his intentions.

He loves to toy with others and cause chaos within their minds.

He'd probably torment you in a similar way to what he does with Pure Vanilla.

Except while SM wants to torment PV for revenge at the fact that the pitiful hero has his Soul Jam...

He wants to toy with you because you've caught his eye...

Erm... many eyes?

He's associated with quite a few eyes.

He picks you out and manipulates you originally because the Beast finds you fun.

Since his time out of that silver prison he's been looking for a good source of entertainment.

Luckily you happen to be right there for him.

Oh, he loves torturing his counterpart's fragile mind for fun...

But you entertain him for different reasons.

As a master of deceit, it's nearly impossible to read SM.

He's skilled in manipulation and will leave his obsession always guessing.

If you think about it, he'd probably have the easiest time isolating his obsession.

SM knows how to get in the heads of others.

He knows how to knead and form your mind like it's dough.

With a few well placed lies and whispers... He can make you think your friends hate you.

He can sabotage any relationship you have, no matter the nature.

SM is no doubt a possessive being... Safe to say he has his fair share of jealousy.

SM watches your every move like watching a show.

You're never not in his sight.

Even when he's busy putting down a few heroes... He always has at least one conjured eye around to judge you.

You're under constant surveillance with him.

Then, if he doesn't like something going on, he quickly sets out to remove it.

SM is perfectly capable of murder, like many of the Beasts... others feared him for a reason.

But a fate that's much more fun would be... corrupting your friends into puppets, right?

He'll have your friends or loved ones made into puppets and performers to entertain him in his shows.

He'll even have them perform a few acts for you!

Although... afterwards...

He'll no doubt crumble them.

He doesn't need them around, after all!

Not if it takes your attention away from him!

SM loves to overwhelm your sweet little mind.

He appears out of nowhere to scare you and clings to you.

I imagine it's nearly impossible to leave his hugs, listening to him whispers small lies into your ear to make you more reliant on him.

He smothers you in affection and often performs for you.

All of his performances include real people... all made into puppets for him to make stories about how much he cares for you!

He hasn't felt more passionate about anyone before.

It's... odd...

Yet who knows, maybe that's all a facade too?

He keeps spinning lies around you, hissing in your ear like a snake.

Why trust anyone other than him, hm?

How do you know anyone is genuine?

The world has never liked the truth, they always want it with a sweet sugar coating.

He's simply here to make it all more bearable.

He swaps his behavior so often, too.

There's times he's overly sweet, pampering you and everything... Essentially he's love bombing you

Then later he's destructive and jealous, yelling about the fact others get your attention yet you neglect him.

Even when he successfully isolates you, he gets paranoid of others taking you.

Especially Pure Vanilla.

Then there's other times he's cruel and teasing, tearing down your insecurities just ti build you up to need him.

All using lies, of course.

SM is the definition of a toxic relationship.

It's all built on lies, him wearing constant masks like a performer should.

You may even be yet another puppet on one of his many performances.

Except... He'd never crumble you.

You're too entertaining.

SM never plans to let you go.

The Ancients would have to pry you from his claws, even then, this wolf in sheep's clothing doesn't plan to let go.

SM would no doubt kidnap you.

He loves your fight and tries to keep it as long as he can because he knows it's pointless.

If he was really worried about you running... He would've corrupted you to be his favorite puppet long ago!

But... That would be no fun.

In terms of how he'd treat you in captivity, you'd definitely be used as a doll or puppet.

He keeps you tied to his side by his strings, often forcing you to dance and perform with him in private.

He wants you to understand your role.

Even if it means getting rid of your friends... and puppeteering you like the cute puppet you are.

You are a toy in his toy box... and he will keep you on a pedestal where no one else can touch you.

Only he can.

Now, if I were to give rivalry ideas that would work well with him...

I'd say I can see him being rivals with Pure Vanilla the most, of course. After that maybe Burning Spice? Yet that's a bit of a stretch.

Then there's Elder Faerie... Which could be fun with a Faerie obsession?

Overall, I see Shadow Milk as being one of the worst CRK yanderes due to the fact he'd fabricate your entire life once he has his claws in you.

By the time you feel you understand your situation... He messes up your perception again...

He'll cherish you in his world of lies... One he made for just the two of you....

[just-a-creep-babe]

What Makes You Tick - Chapter 12

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Masky and Hoodie are nowhere to be found when you return from the hike. Which, in all honesty, is a relief.

You end up back in the room you woke up in—your room by now, you suppose. You close the door, lie on the bed, and let the last hour or so wash over you.

It wasn’t nearly as much information as you would’ve liked—but fuck, it's better than nothing.

You close your eyes, and the image of Toby dappled in the sunlight comes to mind. Something tugs at your chest, like a mix of disdain and admiration, longing and homesickness, pity and envy. You turn to your side, trying to banish the thought of anything that has to do with Toby.

But that only lasts a few minutes before your mind wanders right back to the thought of him.

Truthfully, don't exactly know just how you feel about him. You're worried you don't resent him as much as you should. You’re worried you don’t resent him at all, actually. And, maybe most of all, you’re worried there’s a reason you have a tendency to stick by his side, one that you don’t want to admit even to yourself.

As if you need more things to worry about.

The one thing that lightens your conscience, ironically enough, is the idea that he's not doing any of this of his own volition. Selfish as it may be, you feel better imagining him as a puppet on some strings, rather than a free person.

Duty, obligation, blackmail—whatever the strings may be, all you'd need to do is cut them, sever the ties to the puppet master, and he'd be free.

You sigh, and turn to the side, facing away from the window.

You try not to think too much about everything Toby must've endured to reach the point where he is now.

And then you don’t know when, exactly, you pass out, but when you reopen your eyes, the room is draped in darkness. You blink wearily, that familiar migraine pounding in your head again.

You try to cough out some of the tightness in your chest, and then with bleary eyes, you glance out the window. The trees are motionless, the air hanging dead in the woods. Yet despite the uncanny stillness of the forest, every now and then, you swear you see brief blurs of motion darting through your peripheral, emphasized by the faint swaying of the branches.

You’re thirsty.

If it were up to you, you’d ignore your thirst and let sleep claim you once more. But you know your migraine will only worsen in the morning if you don’t deal with it now.

So, begrudgingly, you stand.

You could’ve sworn you’d closed the door yesterday, but as you stumble through your room, you notice it’s wide open.

You dismiss it.

Through the hallway, you make your way to the kitchen in the dark.

You don’t know what time it is, but it feels late enough to be surprising when you hear the low murmur of people talking.

You stop in your tracks, holding your breath. And when you recognize the voices, you quietly creep closer to the source; the kitchen.

“…spiders?” you hear the end of Masky’s sentence as you press near the wall. “She arachnophobic or something?”

There’s a brief half-second pause before, who you assume to be Hoodie, snickers and answers, “She’s about to be.”

Toby clicks his tongue—the pitch and intonation all too easy to recognize.

“Can’t we push it off by, like—like-l-like—a day or two? She just…”

It sounds like Hoodie answers Toby, but his response is too muffled to make out, which has you daring to inch closer. You press your ear to the knotted wood of the door and listen, trying your best to be as silent as possible.

“…have time for that,” Masky says. “He’s already not too pleased that we lost the lead on the journal.”

Toby’s quick to retaliate. “Yeah, but he’s—he’s happy we have her in—in-i—“ he interrupts himself with a verbal tic before finishing, “—have her in exchange. It more than makes up for it.”

Hoodie snorts. “You’re happy we have her in exchange. I’m sure he’d rather have the notebook instead.”

“That’s not true!” Toby’s frustration mounts. “You guys still don’t get the role she plays in this. You—you won’t listen.”

“Yeah, yeah—“ you can almost imagine Masky waving his hand as he brushes Toby off. “We get it, we get the role you want her to play. It’s not every day you find someone who isn’t completely put off by you.”

There’s a pause, and then you hear what sounds like him putting a glass down after taking a drink.

“Who knows,” he continues, “if you keep sticking your neck out for her, maybe eventually, she will feel indebted enough to blow you—“

He barely finishes his sentence before there’s a loud crash of a chair getting knocked over. The impact of someone falling resonates beneath your feet, and then there’s grunting and swearing like another fight's broken out.

You stumble back, shocked and scared and confused, and then you bump into something or someone behind you.

You don’t know who the fuck else is in the cabin if all three men are in the kitchen.

But as you spin around to face whatever the hell's behind you, a loud burst of static fills your mind.

It’s accompanied by a barrage of colours—so many colours. Too many. Flashes of dark and light overwhelm your vision until they’re all you can see. Dreams or memories resurface, mixing and melting together into one nauseating blur.

Glimpses of a forest flash behind your eyes. The green of leaves shudders in the wind, slowly at first, between cacophanies of strange sounds and jarring images that disorient you beyond recognition. With every flash of interruption, the wind picks up, and the leaves jerk and shake and darken before something sharp and jet black, like a spider’s tendrils, slashes through them.

The tendrils crackle through your vision, a mirror breaking, and then the cracks erupt into thick black smoke before bright vapors of red and orange eclipse the darkness.

It all happens within a split second, and then, faster than your mind can process it, more and more visions flash before you.

You see your neighbour’s face, laughing, and then sparks of red flood your sight until you realize she's bleeding. Skin flays from flesh, revealing the deep red and pinks of her inside, all while she laughs hysterically. Her face is mutilated and contorted into something beyond recognition with every heaved breath of laughter.

Pages of a worn journal flutter open to reveal insects—handfuls upon handfuls of maggots, worms, beetles, black flies—all writhing and squirming about. More visions of things you can't fully decipher cloud your vision until it’s like you're swimming upside-down in black, murky water and you can’t see the end of it.

A spider’s leg, as impossibly long and sharp as the last, tears through fabric, and then you're falling.

All around you, you hear your neighbor's laugh. You see her between jolts of colours, her face melting, eyes rolling back as some long, thin line splits a perfect cut across her forehead.

Like some kind of parasite, a black, squirming worm erupts from the cut. More insects crawl out of the fissure, and then something round and blindingly white amongst the sea of writhing insects appears; an eye.

It rolls back, then suddenly snaps its full attention on you. And as it does, your neighbor's jaw drops open and she screams that same fucking scream.

You're in hell.

You feel it; feel some other plane of existence beyond the edges of your reality. Waves of pain and agony, sorrow and regret, hatred and bitter-hot rage roil just inches from the precipice of your mind.

And then you hear choking. It's wet and guttural, and sounds absolutely awful.

You see your neighbor's throat cut open in a thin line, identical to the one that'd appeared on her forehead. And as she chokes on the blood filling her throat, she reaches a crooked hand out to you.

You want to recoil. But you're frozen in place.

Something black and pointed protrudes from her neck, the skin around it expanding like a bubble about to pop. And then that same spider's leg crawls out from the wound. And everything goes dark.

A black veil washes over you, bringing with it an impossibly cold front. The chill stings you down to your bones, washing over you like the guiding touch of death. And then there’s… nothing.

There’s no noise, no colours, no visions, nothing.

After everything you've just seen and heard, the emptiness is nothing short of blissful.

But then you feel it; you're not alone. Something else is with you in the darkness.

And then you hear Toby calling out to you.

***

You've been asleep for what feels like way too long.

Everything's stiff and sore, and that same fucking migraine is pounding in your head like an old, resentful friend.

The first thing you see when you open your eyes is Toby.

He isn’t wearing his goggles. It's the first thing you notice; the full, unobstructed view of his eyes. Honey brown eyes, with flakes of green and gold visible even in the darkness of the room, are framed by long, dark lashes.

The second thing you notice is that he looks concerned. His brows are furrowed, worry creasing his otherwise soft, freckled skin visible over his mouthguard. Even worried, something about him looks so sweet, so gentle. It always takes you a moment to remember they're the eyes of a killer, and even after, it takes you another moment to believe it.

“(Y/n)…”

He speaks your name quietly, like he’s afraid of startling you.

You realize you're on the floor, and he's cradling you in his arms, propping you up to keep your head lifted. You must've fallen.

“What… what happened?”

Something of a nightmare dissipates behind your eyelids.

You sit up, or, at least, you try to, but a wave of dizziness has you crumpling back into Toby's warmth.

“Easy, easy,” he murmurs.

With the delicacy of an angel, he helps sit you up, and when the nausea rises from your stomach to your throat, he lets you lean against his chest for support.

You recognize his smell; something warm and familiar in its woodsy-ness, and after a few seconds of breathing him in and out, the fog clouding your mind clears somewhat.

When you finally have the capacity to look around, you realize you're in the living room, right between the hallway and the kitchen, and Hoodie and Masky are also there, staring down at you.

Masky has his burly arms folded over his chest, and for the life of you, you can't read him. Especially not with his mask on. You can't tell if he's frustrated or annoyed or intrigued, and you don't exactly know which one you'd prefer, in all honesty.

Hoodie, on the other hand, is leaning against the back of the couch. And even with his mask on, he seems calm and relaxed, unlike the other two. He tilts his head to the side when you glance over him, though you can't tell if it's out of amusement or curiosity.

Not caring to find out which it is, you return your attention to Toby.

“What… what happened?” you ask.

Your voice escapes you in a low, weary croak, like you've either been sleeping or screaming for a long, long time.

“You..." Toby flinches, cracking his neck. "W-well, you, y-you—“

“You had a seizure,” Masky interrupts Toby’s stuttering with a flat, matter-of-fact kind of tone.

A seizure?

Bouts of flashing visions pound in your mind, leaving behind a throbbing blur of pain. You groan.

“How… how do you feel?” Toby asks, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound so cautious, so tentative.

“Bad.”

“You see anything?”

“Mh?”

You look up at Masky, who’d asked the question.

The last few remnants of those images, as brief and fleeting as ever, evaporate behind your eyelids. Like they’re withdrawing from your grasp, and try as you might to catch them on your fingertips, you just can't recall them.

But something's changed. You can't tell what, exactly, is different, and whether it's just inside your head, but you feel it. Like something isn't what it used to be. Something isn’t right.

And then you notice what’s wrong.

You're not alone with the three men. There's... something else in the room with you.

A presence lingers in the dark edges of the room. You can feel it waiting, watching. It sits heavily, weighing down like it's on your shoulders, inside your mind—like it's everywhere.

You don't know what it is, or if it's always been there and you've only now noticed it. But even though it doesn't have eyes, you're almost certain of one thing; it's staring right at you.

“I said you see anything?”

Masky repeats the question, which thankfully snaps your attention away from the unnerving presence.

You purse your lips, shake your head no, but your lie isn't very convincing, even to yourself.

“Well,” Hoodie clicks his tongue, the sound slicing through some of the tension as he pushes off the couch, “better get used to it.”

He tosses something at you, but before you can even flinch, Toby catches it mid-air, saving you from the hit. He shoots Hoodie a hard glare.

If Hoodie notices or even cares, he certainly doesn't show it. He merely turns and walks away, like he has better things to do.

You expect Masky to leave as well, but he doesn't. He stays behind, keeping his arms firmly folded over his chest, as he carefully surveys you.

You push down the instinct to nestle into Toby, to hide into his hoody as though he might be the only thing that could protect you.

And after what feels like a small eternity, Masky huffs, and turns to leave as well.

You don’t miss the way Toby hisses the word “pricks” under his breath as Masky leaves. And, again, if Masky hears or even cares, he doesn't show it as he walks out.

And then you’re all alone with Toby.

Despite being pressed up so closely into him, you wish you were closer.

You feel the heat of his body, the warmth of his skin, the scent of everything safe and familiar and comforting, and you have to resist the urge to lean in and bask in it, bask into him.

You mentally try to shake the instinct away.

You're about to ask him something—just what, exactly, you don't really know. But then he opens his palm and reveals what Hoodie had thrown at you; a bottle of pills.

You stiffen.

The orange-tinted bottle is half empty, with only a few pills still rattling about. But there's no mistaking it; it's the same prescription you saw on the table. It's the exact same bottles you've seen littered around the cabin, even around the forest.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

At the sight of your reaction, Toby closes his hand around the bottle and looks away.

“You should… you should keep these on you,” he murmurs. “Even if you’d rather not take them—take them now, you should at least keep ‘em—k-keep ‘em close.”

He hands them to you, and against your better judgement, you accept them.

“Just… just in case something like that happens again.”

You don’t press him for more information like you usually would’ve. As much as it scares you, you think you might be starting to understand more of what's going on. And you're definitely starting to understand that the less you know, the better.

"C'mon," he hums, "I'll help you back into bed."

Before you can protest, he pulls you closer into him, hooks an arm beneath your thighs, and then he's lifting you up like it's nothing.

You still don't feel fully stable, certainly not enough to walk, so you don't argue as he brings you back to your room.

He sets you down on the bed, and as soon as he pulls away, you immediately miss his warmth.

"W-wait..." you reach out to him, fingers tentatively grasping onto his clothes before he can leave.

He pauses at your command, his deep brown eyes flickering curiously over the nervous look on your face.

"Don't..." you hesitate, "Don't leave me. Please. Stay with me."

You feel like an idiot asking this of him, but you’d rather feel like an idiot than be alone right now. So when he seems uncertain about your request, you nervously explain.

“I… I don’t want to be alone. I’m—I’m scared, Toby. I don’t feel safe without you. Please don’t leave me alone.”

Something in his eyes softens, something like a tension you didn’t realize he’d been holding. And, with a nod, he accepts.

He slips into the bed next to you, pulling the covers up so that you’re both tucked in. There’s a clumsy kind of awkwardness about his movements, like he’s not exactly sure how to go about this whole thing, and he keeps twitching and jerking and muttering things under his breath like he can’t get his tics under control.

When you both eventually settle, there’s a gap between your bodies, but he’s just close enough for you to still feel safe.

And it somehow feels easier to ignore whatever followed you, whatever's still watching from the corner of the room.

[bwat5-blog]

Maddie Nolan: Never Trust A Ginger (me included)

**Spoilers For All Of Arcane**

Maddie Nolan. This charming young murderess made quite the impact in season two. Initially, she seems like a bright, friendly and brave young woman who in all honesty, I felt was quite likely to die on the mission into Zaun. Such cheerful innocence is not exactly rewarded in this world. But, as with all of these wonderful characters, there was a whole world lurking underneath that smile.

Maddie is a loyal Noxian. This has been confirmed by Amanda Overton. And having that knowledge allows us to look back on Maddie's story and take a look from the time we meet her to her death. It also allows us to connect the dots for some basic points:

1. Maddie has Ambessa's trust: Maddie is young. Official sources have not confirmed an exact age at least as far as I have found. But most seem to agree she is in her early twenties like Caitlyn and Vi. Aside from Ambessa herself. Maddie has to play the most direct role in the manipulation and control of Caitlyn. There is no way Ambessa would risk her plan on an agent she did not feel she could trust completely.

2. Maddie's strength is her mind: What have we learned about Noxus? They are warlike and brutal sure, but that is not all they value. Ambessa herself is master of manipulation and control as well as being a physical powerhouse. And while we see Maddie fight, her prowess is certainly never to shown to rival Vi or Caitlyn (Caitlyn even disarms her while on her knees and almost shoots Ambessa with Maddie's own gun). So why is she so dangerous? Her mind. Her ability to manipulate, to improvise in the moment and play the role she has been assigned.

So. Keeping that in mind before we move ahead. For a brief refresher (primarily because I have written it very recently in other documents), here is very basic run down of Ambessa's goals:

1. She wants Hex-Tech to fight the black rose. 2. She wants control of Piltover. 3. She needs a puppet leader through which rule.

So what role does Maddie play in those goals?

In Caitlyn Kiramman, Ambessa has everything she needs for the perfect scapegoat. Intelligent, well-respected, brave and tenacious. But also angry, and raw, and grieving. Caitlyn is already in a state of destabilization. I Have been thinking about it in terms of "support beams" being knocked over.

Establishment: Marcus almost killed her

Childhood: Death of her mother

Safety: Several near death experiences

You get the idea. I am not a mental health professional, but the dominoes are falling. Ambessa intends to fill the maternal hole in Caitlyn's heart. But she also needs Caitlyn to reach the point that she can seize control of Zaun. And Ambessa is more than shrewd enough to know that will never happen with Vi by Caitlyn's side. Enter Maddie.

Meeting Vi-

Maddie is introduced to us as an almost literal ball of sunshine. Happy and friendly, standing illuminated by the morning light Maddie comes with Steb and introduces herself to Vi, sharing her excitement over Vi joining them and in general flattering Vi in a variety of ways.

On the surface, she seems for all the world like a kind and positive young woman. But we know why she is here. At this point we know it is not to get Vi on the strike team, as Caitlyn has not had such an idea. But they want to push Vi to accept the badge.

Why?: - Because as I have said, Ambessa is a master at her craft. She needs Caitlyn totally alone when she swoops in. And if you follow this extremely rough train of thought it's easy to see.

1. Caitlyn wants Jinx and wants to follow the official route. Which means as Enforcers. 2. Vi is by Caitlyn's side and feels guilt over her sisters actions and will want to help. 3. Vi's history will make being an Enforcer a point of contention and start to drive them apart.

Maddie says quite a bit, talking about Vi's one woman mission to fight Silco. But she lays the groundwork for what she knows is important. Caitlyn.

1. "Caitlyn made quite the scene when they tried to deny you enlistment". 2. "She said if every Enforcer had a heart like yours we could take on Noxus itself" 3. "Then she threatened to withdraw her families funding"

Caitlyn believes in you...

Caitlyn fought for you....

Caitlyn staked her standing on you...

And this was all before the memorial attack even took place.

*I can't take credit for this but an insightful user on here pointed out that Maddie keeps one behind her back the entire time she is shaking Vi's. Classic portrayal of deceit and a hidden threat. And regarding the "glad to know there are still good ones left" quote. I understand what people are saying regarding how Maddie views the undercity. But Marcus wasn't a Zaunite and that's how that sentence starts. Idk, maybe I'm just missing it. Feel free to explain it to me!*

The Memorial Attack-

During the attack itself we don't see much in terms of character-on-character moments for obvious reasons. It is extremely chaotic and violent but Maddie plays her part. She assists in saving the councilors and is almost killed by the Undercity forces. How much of if any of the plan she was in on, we can't really know. But she does not give us, or the characters around her a single reason to question her loyalty, and stands by Caitlyn's side when all seems lost, just before Ambessa and Rictus arrive with their soldiers in the nick of time.

In the aftermath, she is standing guard over Caitlyn with Steb, and dismissed when Vi approaches. But the real moment here is as Vi is walking up. She happens to look to see Rictus and Ambessa talking as Rictus is ripping his spear free from a body. Ambessa directly locks eyes with Vi. Appraising.. calculating..

"Vi.. You've been quite a curiosity. One who captured Caitlyn's heart. I owe you thanks. Your absence provided a vacuum I was able to fill"

The Strike Team-

It is in the wake of the memorial attack that Ambessa's plans for Caitlyn really start to manifest. Full of wrath and hate and despair, Caitlyn leads the strike team into Zaun. She, Vi, Maddie, Steb and Lorris. And even though their mission on the surface is righteous, Caitlyn is sliding further and further into the dark. Progressing more and more towards the place of total exposed pain that Ambessa will be able to twist and control. So when the time comes. When they know where Jinx is and the final confrontation is upon them, what does Maddie do? She plays the part. The scared, inexperienced, rookie off her balance and overwhelmed by Jinx's theatrics and mind games.

And it works. For the life of me I cannot find a GIF of it or even an image of Vi watching them at the moment, but Vi sees how scared Maddie appears. She sees Loris limping because of Jinx's bomb. She looks genuinely concerned for them. Just as Maddie knew she would be. Because don't forget Vi is just as much Maddie's study at this moment as Caitlyn is.

Maddie has been there to watch as Vi is progressively buried by guilt:

Her sister killed Caitlyn's mother.

She is wearing the enforcer uniform and doing violence in the streets of Zaun no matter how good the reason.

She has been watching Caitlyn grow darker and more violent to the point that she tearfully begs Caitlyn to promise she wont change to.

Now they are at the tipping point, almost facing Jinx. And Maddie plays scared.. she plays vulnerable... and with Loris hurt as well it's even better because she knows Vi hates all of this death and pain. She doesn't want to see anyone else suffer.

What do they get out of this? They being Ambessa and Maddie of course. Well as I said, Maddie has been watching, she has been waiting. And just like Vi has, she has seen what is happening to Caitlyn as well. As Vi grows more and more wracked with guilt and remorse and sorrow, Caitlyn grows darker. More angry and more violent. So what does Maddie do just shy of the finish line? Takes away anything that could stop the inevitable collision. No one to stand in the way. No one to back them down.

And while of course I can't be sure, to anyone suggesting she was actually frightened and in over her head. I present you the following image:

We will come back to this. But there she preparing to shoot Caitlyn in the neck after sharing her bed for a few months. I sincerely doubt Jinx's little puppet show had her shaking in her boots.

The Commander-

Caitlyn Kiramman stands totally separated from all that she had held dear:

Her mother is dead.

Vi "betrayed" her.

Jinx is free.

The old leader of the enforcers was a corrupt, murdering thug.

Her people are afraid and angry

Initially, she seems completely shocked and more than a little afraid. But.. maybe she isn't totally alone.. the young officer who fought by her side.. who is still here even now stands beside her smiling brightly and thumping her chest in support of her commander. Of course.. no one seems to notice she is the first "Piltovan" to do so..

All of that rage and hate and loss have just built more and more with no healing, no time and no peace. The Noxians have expertly shattered Caitlyn's support and all that is left is her pain. And so standing in front of the ruling families of Piltover, the last two surviving councilors, and a host of enforcers. Ambessa Medarda seizes Piltover for herself, all while playing the part of the caring mentor. LOOK AT HER FACE IN THE GIF BELOW

The Bedroom-

We leap forward in time. It has been a few months, although we don't now exactly how long. And Caitlyn is much changed. She is the Commander. The leaders of the city willingly supported Martial Law, and on the absolute surface, she is the leader. We of course, know better.

At some point between S2 E3 and S2 E4 Caitlyn allowed Maddie Nolan into her bed. And it is here that we find them now. Caitlyn seems cold.. detached.. despite the fact that she has been building her physical strength her face looks thinner, and more drawn. While Ambessa had taken advantage of the hole left by Caitlyn's mother, Maddie had done so regarding Vi. Manipulating and testing Caitlyn even in the comfort of her own bed.

I view this scene as sort of the other side of the coin of Vi and Cait's scene that will come later. Despite being in a cold, hard jail cell. That scene is so full of life, and love, and tenderness. This scene (while of course nowhere near as sexual), takes place in Caitlyn's lavish bedroom. But it devoid of anything comforting or loving. First, I want to quickly run down the technical details I noticed before we jump into the character stuff:

Unless I missed something. This is the only time we ever see this room in the dark.

All throughout the scene, Maddie is clinging to Caitlyn, nuzzling her, laying little kisses on her and so on. And when Caitlyn is looking directly toward her, she plays along. But anytime Caitlyn is allowed to turn away she does so, even pulling away gently more than once and almost never looking at Maddie directly.

The shots are all very harsh. Half Caitlyn's face while the other is obscured. A direct shot in a dark mirror. There is no warmth in the way they are shown despite being on soft sheets surrounded by pillows.

In another recent document, I shared my recent educational experience regarding the topic of push-pull dynamics in relationships. There were many reasons this dynamic could arise, but per the source I used there, one was a desire to control. Per a quick google search and the main search result.

"A push pull relationship dynamic describes a pattern where one partner repeatedly pulls the other close, creating intimacy, only to then push them away creating distance. Resulting in a cycle of alternating closeness and withdrawal"

Ambessa utilizes this expertly in keeping Caitlyn off-balance. I can't say for certain that this is some sort of technique of course, but let's take a look at a snippet of Maddie and Cait's conversation through this lens:

C- "They doubled their fortification requests.. again.."

M- "To keep us safe.."//Push- gently chiding

C- "I never expected this to go on so long.. I thought.. I don't know what I thought.. just.. wasn't this"

M- "You could call it off. Withdraw from the underground, reestablish the council, all you have to do is give the order"//Pull- encouragement. Reminder she has a choice and has power.

C- "Not without Jinx. besides a withdrawal could lead to a worse situation than the one"

M- "Ahh.. Okay Ambessa"//Push- Gently chiding

And all of this while continuously trying to heap physical affection onto Caitlyn as well throwing her off even more. Every-time Caitlyn starts to question or wonder Maddie tries to pull her back in. Back out of the small sliver of light we see Caitlyn in and into the total darkness Maddie emerged from.

Return Of "Jinx"-

This is a relatively short interaction between them. But we see Maddie continuing to test Caitlyn. Telling her she still has a choice if she wants to call it all off. But Ambessa interrupts and Maddie is dismissed.

*Ambessa warns Caitlyn of "the hazards of professional entanglements"*

Dismissed-

The next time we see Maddie she is speaking with Caitlyn after the battle of the commune and once again things are changing quickly. Maddie is trying to convince Caitlyn to negotiate but Caitlyn knows Ambessa means death to them all after what happened. Vi arrives, and Maddie is dismissed amid some glares and shoulder bumping while the two talk things out. We see quite quickly that Maddie's techniques have lost their charm:

"you can't blame yourself" (reaches for Caitlyn's hand)

"I don't need consolation, I need a plan" (jerks hand away immediately)

We saw in the bed how Maddie clambered to pull Caitlyn back into the darkness. But Caitlyn's will is reemerging. She is shaking off Maddie's attempts to manipulate, so when she dismisses her. For maybe the first time we see Maddie look genuinely upset:

I can admit. When I first re-watched after learning about Maddie, I wondered if perhaps I had it wrong. She seems genuinely sad here and I wondered if she had really grown to care for Caitlyn and I misjudged her. And while I cannot say for certain that one way or another. Her actions in the end of her story, are quite definitive to me.

The End-

The final battle is raging. Caitlyn Kiramman and her squad charge the Noxians in a cloud of grey released to choke the enemy. Until the IED they created does not go off, and she is cracked over the head twice, and wakes on her knees, Maddie Nolan's rifle pressed up against her. Now as I said I don't think this comes down to that Maddie had truly come to care for Caitlyn. I think she was upset because she felt she had disappointed Ambessa.

When we began this I said I can only feel that Ambessa must really trust Maddie to have given her the role in all of this that she has. And as brutal, and scary, and cruel as Ambessa can be. To care for those loyal to her is not out of character. She seems genuinely hurt by Rictus's death. And even though he was trying to kill Cait when he said it, remember this?:

"Ambessa believed in you. Your death, will be a deep cut"

Scapegoat or not Ambessa can come to care for those who serve her. So I think it entirely plausible that Maddie is one such person. Ultimately, Maddie's story ends as she tries to carry out her real leader's last order to her-

I think Maddie was an excellent character. Like many of you I suspected she was more than she appeared, but a straight up Noxian plant was certainly not on my list. She was clever, she was tough, and she was ruthless. And although it is hard to see it this way because we are rooting for our people, she was not a traitor. She was simply loyal to the other side to the utmost degree. And although it brings me no joy to say this, I think Maddie's final moment will be one that Caitlyn has to work to heal from mentally long after her physical wounds have become battle scars. The woman she used to distract herself from how things ended with Vi almost cost her her life, and cost all of them the battle. But NOOOOOOO Caitlyn doesn't face any consequences at all.

I did this one at the request of the brilliant @sapphoscreature and I am so grateful anyone cares enough to read these at all let alone ask for more haha. Doing these I get to keep learning more and more and seeing new ways to look at this incredible story. I fully and completely admit there is so much of Maddie's story we don't see (not complaining about pacing, seeing all of her story would literally defeat the purpose of the reveal) so if you feel I am off base please say so! I would love to discuss and hear other thoughts and ideas.

Thank you for reading, have a great day!

[chongoblog]

[Blocked] for Your Sanity Analysis

In light of Deltarune today, I thought I'd look back on a mashup I made when Chapter 2 dropped, that being [Blocked] For Your Sanity.

So if we don't count the backing track of BIG SHOT, this song uses 12 different audio sources. Thats roughly 1 new sample every 12 seconds (a pretty good pace. Side note: I'm gonna have to look into the mashup rates of some of my other mashups, just because I love Numbers)

Of these 12 samples, I can cite specific reasons for adding almost every single one of them! The only one I can't think of is "Mambo No. 5", which I think ended up being added because the melodic rhythm lined up well (similar to HHGregg in Mad Rat Purgatory).

So first, we can clear a lot of these in one, because this mashup is actually a direct sequel! If you didn't know, I mad a mashup with "NOWS YOUR CHANCE TO BE A" called "[Blocked] For Your Safety". And every song that was used in Safety is reused here. Those songs being "I Want You", "Mo' Money, Mo' Problems", "Wannabe", and "Macarena". All of those were chosen because all four of them were on the Billboard Year-End Top 100 List for [[1997]].

So that's 4 songs out of the way! We can eliminate a few more by looking back at previous mashups, mostly at Behindtale. "You Spin Me Right Round" and HHGregg were included as a reference to THE JAM REVOLVING (with HHGregg getting special attention due to this coming out a few months after Mad Rat Monday). Some people in the comments speculated that it was some kind of reference to Spamton's character and how it's not too dissimilar to Mad Rat's in a way, and while that wasn't the intent, it's a fascinating perspective. THIS is the kind of shit that makes me love what I do. I plant the seed that you can analyze mashups for a deeper meaning. Then you have people who see that deeper meaning, even where you didn't intend to, giving them a deeper and sometimes even more personal connection to the music. FUCK I love creating. Anyway, "The Hero!!" and "Anthropology" were added as references to Pony! and Power of a Punch from Behindtale, since the motifs from Undertale re-emerge in this theme.

And on this note I want to take a moment to say that I'm frothing at the mouth to one day make a Deltarune album. Because Toby's use of motifs gels REALLY well with my style of mashups. I'm not sure when I would do it or how I would arrange it all, but I wanna make it happen (along with all the other stuff I wanna do aaaaaaaaa)

So that leaves 3 more songs, which are meant to reflect Spamton specifically, and his feeling of being trapped. "I've Got No Strings" is the clearest puppet allegory I could find in a song (I know Master of Puppets exists, but a Master Spamton is not). "This is Gospel" is a song that functionally works really well in mashups because its chorus is mostly one long held word, so you don't have to worry about it making the lead vocals confusing. But for this one it works doubly well, since the lyrics heard are "LET ME GO". And finally, "Locked Out Of Heaven" is almost punishingly fitting for Spamton.

That's the reasoning out of the way. In terms of production notes, you can start to see a more remix-inspired style start to really rise up with this mashup. A lot of the audio tracks are cut down and have small bits repeated (most notably, Wannabe, Macarena, and I Want You). Someone in the comments pointed out that at 1:55 there are 4 songs playing over each other and it still works! The repetition is part of what makes this work so well! I start by looping "I need you, I want you", which is a very simple loop. Once you have that going for a couple loops, the listener gets it, and since the loop is like half a second, you're SPEEDRUNNING that familiarity. Then I do the same thing with "Mambo No. 5", which I put on top of the melody playing. This acts to sort of place Mambo No. 5 as part of the backing track.

You see, my theory with mashups is that when people generally listen to a song, they subconsciously divide it into its musicality and its lyrics. The musicality side of the brain is abstract and can absorb a good bit, especially if you build on it over time (with overlaying melodies and such). The lyrical side of your brain is less talented, because if you try to tell it two new sets of words at the same time, its a bit too much. The tradeoff is that it makes a of of this kind of analysis, so I guess it levels out. So how do you make it so that you can play a bunch of songs at once without the lyric side going into a fit? That's where the repetition comes in! If you can get a phrase to repeat enough, then the lyric side of your brain sorta goes "okay, yeah I got that. There's not much by new information to worry about" and it sort of moves it over to the musicality half of the brain to process. At that point it doesn't process what it's saying, but it doesn't need to. You already know. And the best part is that musicality half LOVES it when you can seamlessly put familiar stuff with other familiar stuff (it's why mashups are so fun in the first place). That way you can add lyrics bit by bit, and suddenly you have three people singing at once, but you can still make sense of it!

I'll probably share some finer technical tips for how to do that stuff in a future post, but this one's gone on for quite a bit already

[sairenharia]

LA Sonic and Fuzzy Radiation

More thinky thoughts on the weirdness of Hedgehogs and Chaos Energy.

Brought to you by, of all things, a jokey scene.

Tom and Maddie are changing and don't even know it.

So, I do get the joke. The joke is that Tom and Maddie now have so much time and energy to do a ton of hobbies now that all three of their boys are out of the house and sure! That makes sense! Sometimes parents need a break from kids because they are a lot!

But also the boys have been gone, what? At very most maybe two days. And the very start of that time, they were camping and doing s'mores, so even if went home right away, that's still a few hours down from traveling, but also probably sleeping. So they didn't even have that full time just from where they were.

And in that time, they were baking, knitting, puzzles, models, ventriloquism, where they are getting supplies, learning what they don't know, and getting a custom puppet. This is A Lot of stuff to do and that is the joke.

But what if its NOT simply a joke.

Because there is another thing to consider.

Tom didn't die when Shadow thought he was a man he very much wanted to kill. His life was at risk. Shadow used chaos energy in that punch.

And sure, maybe it was a wish with the Master Emerald, or maybe its a sign of something else going on. Maybe Shadow's self doubts were that strong even with someone he felt betrayed him specifically.

Namely the fact Tom and Maddie are around Sonic and Knuckles all the time.

We knows the quills the boys shed can be used for power. They are unlimited energy, but they can specifically grant certain attributes. Sonic's quills, if utilized properly, can grant speed to keep UP with him. Word of God says that it was Shadow's quill that kept Gerald alive and mobile at his age, and Shadow from the games is known to be immortal and perfect health. There may also be word that Robotnik got up to his usual energy so fast in movie 3 thanks to a boost form Sonic's. Those using Knuckles quills have shown great strength and stopping power.

Quills are a concentrated battery of their power, but what if the quills are just that. They're a battery, that can be pulled away from Sonic, Knuckles, and Shadow, but those three are still GENERATORS.

And we know in extreme circumstances, that energy can still explode out into EMPs in a huge way, but what if they leak out in smaller ways all the time. In the Prequill comic, Tails was trying to track down Sonic's chaos energy. Which, to be detected from literal planets away, there has to be some ambient release of it to even be picked up.

It could even go a long way in explaining a few things that could be just suspension of disbelief, but maybe there is a reason for it.

The concern about speedsters is while THEY can move how they want, those speeds could harm other people. But Sonic isn't giving people whiplash when he moves them, which could be his aura of chaos energy extending out to protect those people unless he WANTS them to hurt. Chaos energy does react to emotions, after all.

The three boys fall to the Earth and while the ring does change their trajectory, they still fell a long while through the atmosphere and still hit the ground pretty hard and while we know Sonic is durable, we have yet to see Tails with extreme durability, no chaos energy, and he, unlike Sonic, had to hold his breath in space. Even if he can take more than humans, he hasn't shown the reason why the other three Mobians are known to be as powerful as they are.

But Tails would probably know about the protection of ambient chaos energy generators.

And while they hit the ground hard, they hit the ground hard with KNUCKLES. Who can take a lot of punishment.

When every quill, every single one, is an unlimited power generator, that all remain connected even with distant and time, that is a lot of energy moving between sources to seemingly no effect.

Unless there is an effect.

What if Tom and Maddie were able to do so many hobbies and felt so bored after only so little time because they've been around Sonic for one to two years. Sonic who was around them quite a bit if the Prequill comic shows how severe his separation anxiety is, it probably took him months before he was okay not being around one of them for extended amount of time.

And without stimulation, they did what Sonic did and started doing hobbies at a faster speed, and experience the kind of boredom speedsters do, just at a smaller scale.

The changes aren't so dramatic that they know its happening.

But I think it is happening. The longer they're around Sonic and Knuckles, the faster they're getting, the stronger they're getting, and so is Tails.

Hell, maybe the reason Gerald and so many soldiers survived that explosion that killed Maria is because they had been around Shadow longer and soaked up more chaos energy during the experiments than Maria did.

It would also make those who use chaos energy more valuable. If Sonic's very presence around people for extended periods of time could make an army faster, well, that is something worth hoarding away, even if they couldn't effectively use his quills.

Chaos energy is transformative. Chaos energy lashes out. Chaos energy reacts SO strongly to bonds.

So why would chaos energy only work for the body its contained in as the default?

No, the more around chaos Tom, Maddie, and Tails are, the more they're going to start experiencing the benefits that Sonic, Knuckles, and Shadow do, even if it takes time for it all to build up.

(It does also pose the idea that the longer Shadow is around people...well, some people just might aging slower. Or stop aging at all after a certain point.)

[gtinthepot]

MASTER LIST OF GIANT/TINY CONTENT

Disclaimer, I have not looked up everything on this list and most of it was suggested from others. I cannot promise the accuracy of the content. Suggestions for the list are more than welcome, leave a comment on the post for people to browse through after checking to see if its on the list already :)

I’ll be editing and adding to it here and there, so some reblogs of the post might be outdated. I suggest clicking on the source /main post to get the newest version. The old list can be found here.

7 deadly sins

A bug's life

Aaahh!!! Real Monsters (some episodes)

Adventure time

Alice in Wonderland

Alvin and the chipmunks

Amour de poshe (the girl in his pocket)

Animorphs: #24

Ant bully

Ant man (1 and 2)

Antz

Archies weird mysteries (one ep)

Army of darkness

Art Attack

Arthur and the Invisibles

Athena complex (webcomic)

Attack of the 50 foot cheerleader.

Attack of the 50 Foot Woman

Attack of the puppet people

Barbie and the nut cracker

barbie movies (look up specifics)

Barbie Thumbelina

Beastars

Beatle juice

Berserk

Big man japan

Bottle Fairy

Bramble the mountain king. (video game)

Brave little tailor (mickey mouse)

Bugs life?

Captain America: Civil War

Card captor sakura (one ep and some scenes)

Christmas Stories: The Tin Soldier is a good one.

Clifford the big red dog

Cuphead: Don’t deal with the Devil (mostly with certain bosses)

Darby o’gill and the little people

David the Gnome

Disenchantment

Dollman

Downsizing

Dr cyclops

Dr who (one ep: into the dalek)

Dragon ball

Dungeon meshi (a few chapters)

Ella Enchanted

Elusive people.(video game)

Epic

Ernest and Celestine (more of a mini-giant/doll-sized tiny size dynamic)

Fairytale: a true story (1997)

Fantastic Planet

Fantastic voyage

Ferngully

Final space episode 5

Frame arms girl.

Futurama (some episodes)

Gelias and the giant

Gen V

George shrinks

Gods of Egypt

Godzilla

Grandpa in my pocket

Gravity falls (one episode)

Grounded (video game)

Guardians of the Galaxy (vol. 2 more so than the first one)

Gulliver's Children (webtoon)

Gullivers travels (1939, 1977, 2010) as a well as a mini-tv series

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: Aladdin

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: Season 2, Episode 2 thumbelina

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: The shoemaker and the elves

Helmecrons

Help I shrunk my friends

Help I shrunk my parents

Help I shrunk my teacher

Here come the littles

Hilda

Honey I blew up the kid

Honey I shrunk the audience ride at Disneyland

Honey I shrunk the kids

Hornby sets

How to Keep a Mummy ( Miira no Kaikata)

Inch high private eye

Innerspace

Invincible (Some episodes)

It takes two (game)

Jack and the Beanstalk

Jack and the Beanstalk: The Real Story

Jack the giant slayer

Jackie Chan Adventures (one episode)

Jaimes and the giant peach

Jitsu wa watashi wa (mostly the 4th episode)

Journey 2 The Mysterious Island

King kong

Kubo and the two strings

Land of the giants

Legoland

Lilo and Stitch the series (two episodes)

Little (Grrl) 

little nightmares 1 and 2 (game)

Littles

Lord of the rings

Macross sequel shows (-anime-)

Mars attacks!

Mickey and the bean stalk

Micro Machines

Micro Ventures

Militsioner (Video game)

Minami-Kun no Koibito (2015)

Minish cap (video game)

Moana

Modest Heroes Kanini and Kanino (Short film)

Monster (video game)

Monsters Vs Aliens

My hero Academia (some episodes)

My Little Lover

My Miniature Manual (webtoon)

My Monster Secret (specifically one character)

natsume yuujinchou

Nau-lmg

Night at the Museum

Nils holgersson

Ok Ko! lets be Heroes season 3 episode 9 Planet Vacation

One Punch Man (some episodes)

Onward (a few scenes)

Osmosis Jones

Ozzy and Drix

Pans labyrinth

Paper mario sticker star (Video game, two levels)

Peter pan

Pikmin 1, 2, and 3 (game)

Pinocchio

Pokemon sun/moon anime second season (one ep)

Ponyo

Rainbow Magic

Ratatouille

Rick n morty (one episode)

Robotech (-comic series; new ones-)

Robotech (season one/The Macross Saga) (-anime-)

Robotech Remix (-comic series-)

Super Danganronpa 2 (video game, final boss)

Shadow of the colossus (video game)

Shrunk the family (Onnelin ja Annelin talvi)

Small blessings (webcomic)

Small Lands Survive The Wilds (Video game)

Small soldiers (1998)

Smallfoot

Smurfs

Smurfs lost village

Snorks

Spirit of wonder: The shrinking of miss China

SpongeBob SquarePants (the wumbo episode)

Steven universe

Stormlight Archive (-book series; has tiny fae people-)

Strange days at blake holesy high (one episode)

Strange magic

Stuart Little

Sugar apple fairy tale.

Super giant robot brothers.

Tales to Astonish (comics)

Ted Hughes

Tentacular. (video game)

The 3 worlds of gulliver

The 7th voyage of sinbad

The amazing colossal man

The bee movie

The BFG

The bfg 1989

The borrowers (1973, 1993 1997, 2011)

The Borrowers (Arrietty)

The Borrowers exhibition at the Hancock Museum

The Boys (some episodes)

The dwarf and the giant 1901

The Fantastic Planet

The hobbit

The hulk

The incredible shrinking man

The incredible shrinking woman

The Indian in the cupboard

The iron giant

The iron man

The Journey.

The Last Guardian (video game)

The Last of the Huggermuggers by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Little Bits

The littles

The magic school bus

The nut cracker

The owl house (one episode)

The phantom planet

The Rescuers

The return of the Borrowers 1992 and 1993 tv series

The Secret of Nimh

The secret world of Arrietty

The Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde

The simsons (one episode)

The storyteller (one ep)

The Suspicion and #42

The Sword in the Stone

The tale of the princess kaguya

The ultimate avengers (1 & 2)

Thumbelina

Time loader. (video game)

Tinkerbell and The Great Fairy Rescue

Tinkerbell and The Pirate Fairy

Tinkerbell movies

Tinykin. (video game)

Tom and Jerry

Tomb thumb

Townsmen VR. (video game)

Toy story

Transformers

Transformers (old series)

Troll hunter

Troll in central park...??

Trolls

Trolls band together

Ultraman cosmos

Underdogs

Unravel. Porcelain tales. (video game)

Valkyrie Drive Mermaid (one episode.)

Village of the giants

Violet Goes to The Beach (webtoon)

VR Giants. (video game)

We’re Back! A dinosaur story

When the Dolls Woke (book)

Wild Kratts

Wild, wild planet

Wiplala

Wrath of the Titans (one scene)

Wreck it ralph

Yarn (video game)

Zootopia