#vertical radiators breaking

[electronicwitchcollection]

~*Kensei Smut*~

Honestly. Kensei fought me at every opportunity, he picked and prodded at everything I wrote, yet wouldn’t help nor let me move on to another fic. I’ll not be writing for him again until he learns to cooperate 😂. As a result for not speaking up, I’ve given him another use for that mouth. Neither me nor Kensei are happy with this, but I’m going to post it anyway. That’ll show him.

*my masterlist is pinned at the top of my page if you’d like to read anymore of my work 💜*

You could feel your partners explosive spiritual pressure from where you stood alone in your shared kitchen. Quite an impressive feat, since you lived a good eight blocks away from the office in the ninth division. Kensei was a fantastic partner, sweet and attentive, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for you. His quiet strength was always there to hold you up when you needed him, silent pilar of strength in your relationship.

However, he wasn't void of any flaws. He was incredibly temperamental, quick to anger and with very little patience. Kensei wasn't easy going, by any stretch of the imagination. He lived by a strong sense of discipline and morals and reacting hostility toward those not falling in line.

It had taken you months to see past the curt and gruff exterior the Captain exuded to discover the attentive and intensely tender man that lay beneath. Not something that many were privy too. He was loyal and fiercely protective, especially over you. He showed you how much you ment to him every single day, in his own gruff way.

You could feel the annoyance pulsating in the angry flare up from where you were. Kensei had been trying to curb his explosiveness in work, after one too many complaints had been overheard. It wasn't that he wanted to upset anyone, least of all the female shinigami in his division. He was just a man who struggled to contain his emotions and express them calmly.

You sighed softly, he had been trying so hard. Knowing he would return home soon, and would turn to you for comfort, you hurried to your bathroom for a hot shower.

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Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, Kensei's favourite deep purple silk gown wrapped around your curves, you hear the door to your home snap shut a little harder than necessary. Bare foot you walked to the entrance of your home, watching as the man who held your heart kicked off his sandals roughly, letting them hit the wall before landing haphazardly on the floor. Waiting for him to remove his captains coat and zanpakuto, you got the chance to study his handsome face.

His strong jaw was tense, harshly defining his jawline. Lips were pulled thin, likely chomping down hard on his back teeth. Nostrils flared with every rough breath, eye brows furrowed deeply. Clearly the walk home hadn't dampened the annoyance that caused the angry reaction you had felt earlier.

His light brown eyes caught your own as he left the entrance hall to walk into your home, making his way straight to you.

Without breaking his stride, large hands engulfed your waist, throwing you over his shoulder effortlessly. You yelped at the sudden change of verticality, gripping onto the back of his kosode frantically. Not once had he ever let you fall, but the natural reaction was strong. He wrapped an arm around the back of your thighs, pinning you securely as he made his way through to your bedroom.

You flounced with every determined step, the heat radiating from his frame seeped through the flimsy material covering your modesty. Equilibrium was thrown through a loop when he deposited you heavily onto the bed, bouncing lightly on the plush matress at the force.

Protruding muscles proudly shown off in his sleeveless uniform bunched together delightfully as he crawled up the bed. You held your arms open for him, allowing him to cover your body with his own. Caged between the solid wall of muscle and bed, you stared at the ceiling as he nuzzled into your neck and sighed deeply

"bad day?" You ask him softly, bring up your hands to slowly run your fingers through his hair. He grunted near your ear in affirmation, so not to accidentally snap at you. His hair was deceivingly soft, the Mohawk he sported these days grew naturally, and wasn't styled by hair products as one would assume. By the slight coconut smell protruding through the air, you could tell that he had stolen your shampoo.. again.

"you wanna talk about it?" The offer hung in the air for a moment before you felt his head shake no. This was a usual response you had come to accept, pushing the matter would only amplify the festering annoyance. You pull at his hair gently, encouraging him to straighten up to face you. Unable to part from you completely, he rested his forehead against your own, tips of your noses brushed together sweetly. Untangling your fingers from his hair, you smoothed it down the side of his face, softly cupping his tense jaw in your palm.

"how can I help?"

The answer came in the form of a bruising kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feel of his lips melding against your own, stealing away your breath. Willingly, you open your mouth at the insistent tongue running across your lips, surrendering yourself to Kensei completely. Angrily the moist appendage invaded your mouth, claiming the space as his own.

Harsh breaths forcefully pushed out through his nose, fanning over your face and warming the skin on your cheeks to a subtle pink hue . Your tongue danced across the one leading yours in a rhythmic pattern, fitting in perfectly to the to and fro that made you dizzy. The kiss was controlled and disciplined, traits Kensei valued and demanded of his subordinates, though you couldn't ignore the passion and raw admiration you could feel being pushed through.

This is what Kensei had come to discover he needed when he couldn't express his distain towards the childish insubordination he endured on a daily basis with his lieutenant, who embodied everything he meticulously beat away with his rigorous training. He needed you to be compliant, adhering to his commands freely and without questioning his authority.

Something you were all too willing to give him. Kensei truly treasured you, made you feel unconditionally loved each and every day. You could give him this in return. Sacrificing your free will was a small price to pay, for what you got in return. Kensei was as skilled as a lover as he was a leader. Passionately bringing you into the throws of pleasure, knowing your body better than you yourself did.

With a final press of his lips, Kensei pushed himself to his elbows, looking down into your flushed face. You read the question behind his hardened eyes as easily as if he had spoken the words out loud. He wouldn't use your body unless you gave him permission to do so. The affirmative nod was all that was needed, he dropped a fleeting kiss to your lips before sitting back between your legs, pushing them wider to accommodate his wide stature.

Battle worn hands trailed over the silky sheen of your robe, soft strands catching on the hardened callouses formed from decades of wielding a zanpakuto. Thick fingers made easy work of untying the sash holding the robe closed, denying him view from your body. You watched as Kensei pushed the garment open, the material fanning around you on the bed.

His eyes burned where they landed, intently washing over each and every curve, memorising every blemish and scar that added complexity to your otherwise perfect skin. Ample breasts perked at his heat gaze, rosy nipples hardened under the weight of that intense stare. His hands roamed over your body, gliding over your skin appreciatively. The sharp breath you pulled when his fingers grazed over your nipples was deafening in the otherwise silent room.

Kensei dipped his head, kissing your soft stomach fondly. You were strong in your own right, though that didn't reflect in your body as it did his. Kensei's body was thick with muscles, defines pecs and rippling abs. Where's yours was soft, plush with a little weight that just wouldn't shift. Kensei adored the roundness of your curves and didn't hesitate to worship all the little details you had stared too long at in the mirror, self consciously picking apart.

He kissed his way along the lower part of your stomach, nuzzling into the flesh you hated most. Your hand darted out from habit, ready to halt his explorations when his caught your wrist, keeping it at bay. Lips pressed against your skin, Kensei looked at you darkly, eyes held in an unspoken warning.

Gently depositing your hand on the bed next to you, squeezing your wrist in a silent reminder, Kensei continued his path to your hip, sucking gently where your hipbone protruded ever so slightly. Heat rushed to the area, blood pulling to the surface in a purpling bruise that was soothingly kissed. Following down the crease of your thigh, Kensei laid himself down on his stomach.

He brushed a hand under your thigh, smoothing it up your leg to your knee and raising it from the bed. Foot planted, holding your leg up as he wanted, Kensei moved to do the same on the other side. Your sex was on full display for him, legs opened wide to allow him unobstructed access. You covered your eyes, arm thrown over them mortified at the deep inhale he gave, nose pressed into your mound.

You groaned at the first slow lick he gave at your centre, his wide flat tongue dragging against the sensitive skin of your lips. Meticulously he tasted you, long, hard swipes of his tongue opened you up slowly. Your hips rolled wantonly, urging him to quicken his pace. His hand splayed across your stomach, keeping you in place as he continued to lick through your folds.

Reaching your centre, Kensei slowly thrusted his tongue into your velvety heat, nuzzling his face into your wetness. Strong laps caressed your inner walls, sending a jolt of arousal through you. Heat spread through your lower stomach, tightening deliciously with shocks of pleasure. Kensei determinedly devoured you, wet lapping noises loudly filtering through the room.

His tongue penetrated you deeply, tasting the increasing wetness you produced. The steady rhythm inching you closer to release, fanning the embers of warmth into a burning inferno. You moaned loudly, arching your back. Your hand darted to his hair, interweaving your fingers through the grey strands pushing him deeper into your core as your hips grind up to meet that devilishly skilled tongue.

Kensei growled into your cunt, stopping his actions. Your head snapped up with a whine of protest, to meet his hardened stare over your mound, eyes flashing in warning. Detangling your hand from his hair, Kensei returned it to the bed beside you, message being loudly received.

No touching

His smouldering eyes burned into you a moment longer, accentuating the point, before delving back in to stroke you velvety heat. He meticulously began tasting as much as you as he could reach, gliding along the secret pleasure points hidden within you. Letting your head fall back into the plump pillow, hands fisting in the sheets to avoid temptations, you unabashedly moan out your approval.

Kensei devoured you like he trained. Disciplined, methodically precise and wouldn't quit until he achieved the results he desired. He was attuned to your body, every gasp memorised, any minute clench or shiver used to figure out exactly where to touch to bring you to the peak of pleasure. You had been all to willing to allow him the time to experiment and perfect the way he pleased you, selfishly relishing in the results of his determination.

"Kensei" his name tumbled from your lips like a prayer, knowing he preferred when you used his full name. The gentle roll of your hips didn't go unnoticed as his arms wrapped around you, holding your hips in a vice like grip to halt your movements. With increased enthusiasm he delved into your depths, thrusting deeply until you came apart. Fingers squeezed into the soft curves of your hips as you bucked with a shout. Pleasure ripped through you, waves of heat washed over you.

Kensei's busy tongue didn't stop the assault as you clamped down around him. Your release coated his tongue in hot bursts of liquid, wetting his face. Your legs quaked at the shattering orgasm, held firm in his strong arms. Moans freely fell, feeling overwhelmed from the lack of reprieve he gave you. Drinking down your release, Kensei twirled his tongue against your folds, cleaning up the mess he made.

Kissing his way up the length of your cunt, he settled to your throbbing neglected clit. Mouthing the oversensitive bud, Kensei kissed it firmly. He deepened the kiss, twirling his tongue around it teasingly, tracing the shape with the tip. Too soon after your last orgasm, the stimuli was too much. His breath felt like fire, burning the sensitive flesh. Thick tongue brushed against it cruelly, setting alight the hundreds of nerves hidden there.

Your arms reached high, clawing at the pillow you writhed on desperately. The sensation pushed away any coherent thought you had to the back, blinding you with raw pleasure. Teeth grazed your bud, adding varying taxtures among the smoothness of his tongue. His thumbs brushed soothing circles into your hips, silently praising you for your obedience. 

Kensei wrapped his lips around the object of his fixation, suckling gently the way he knew drove you wild. The erotic moans he pulled from you quickened in pace, steadily climbing to an obscene volume. Your cunt clenched around nothing, aching for the feeling of being filled. His suckling turned into long hard pulls, encouraging blood to rush to the sensitive area.  Body slick with perspiration, chest heaving with deep breaths you're forced into a second orgasm, as blindingly euphoric as the first 

Muscles tensed painfully in your legs as your blindly rode the wave of pleasure. Calling out his name desperately at the never ending suction he deliver to your swollen nub. "Kensei" you gasped, clawing at the pillow beneath you desperately, "Kensei, please, it's too much"

Kensei shook his head buried in your dripping heat negativity, he wasn't finished and you were going to take it. His hands slipped from your hips to cup your ass, pushing it into the air and into his hungry mouth. Slurping away your release had you seeing stars, dancing white lights filtered through the darkness of your tightly shut eyes. 

Your body was spent, bones felt liquefied in your limbs. The pull of sleep loomed ominously over you, ready to claim you once released from pleasures consuming rapture. His crocked nose brushed against your clit as his tongue delved into your core, pulsating erratically around the invading tongue. 

"Kensei, please" tears sprung to your eyes, leaking down the side of your face to wet the cotton beneath. Your body trembled, nerves alight with over sensitivity at his relentless assault. " I can't, I can't it's too much" your whine went unanswered, only spurring him on in his mission to taste every inch of you. Supporting your ass with once hand, Kensei brought the other to your cunt, easily sliding two thick digits into you. 

The blissful feeling of being stretched silenced your begging, savouring the stretch of being filled. Kensei didn't hesitate to plunge them into you quickly, curling to reach the spongy part with practiced accuracy at every thrust. His fingers squelched through your already sopping cunt, juices flowing over his fingers, wetting his hand and the sheets below. 

Kensei could feel your legs quake around him, thighs pressed into his shoulders trapping him between your legs. He twirled his tongue against your clit, sucking it between his lips in a harsh pull. Listening intently to your loud moans, Kensei felt all his pent up frustration Ooze out of him as you writhed beneath him, shouting out his name beautifully. 

You came with a yell, bucking your hips erratically dislodging the hold Kensei had on your abused pussy. His fingers slowed in you, easing you through the wave of pleasure blinding you. Your legs slumped against the mattress when he removed his fingers, leaving a parting kiss on your mound, Kensei wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before crawling up to meet you 

He laid heavily next to you, pulling your twitching body into his strong chest, his arms wrapped around you, rubbing soothing circles into your breath as you came back down to earth. Your mind was sluggish, eyes struggling to stay open as you nestled into his chest, his strong heart beat  soothingly pulsating near your ear. A gentle kiss to your forehead had you tilting up your chin, asking for a kiss. 

Kensei obliged, languidly caressing your tongue with his own, Tinted with the taste of your pleasure. You cupped his jaw, smoothing over the skin softly.  He looked relaxed, eye brows no longer in a deep furrow, tightness of his jaw released. His eyes bore into your own with so much adoration and care that it stole your breath away. 

"what about you?" You ask, brushing your knee against his hidden cock. Kensei shook his head silently, pulling you to drape over his chest as he sunk into the bed, finally relaxed. Kensei closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep, holding onto you closely. 

You were all he needed.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Hi....If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Thank you for the Ask! Typically I find these questions difficult because I consume a lot of content and I love so many things dearly, and I inevitably forget about things that I cherish and then feel bad about it. So here are 10 of my favorite pieces of media I’ve pulled from my mental list of all the things in the world that have made an impact on me, I’m going to do these in alphabetical order

180 Degrees Longitude Passes Through Us 

I only saw this show recently but it is an absolutely gorgeous piece of media. I have a bit of a theater background and this show definitely reads like a stage play, in the dialogue, in the setting, in the way that Nike carries himself around the space as Inthawut. This is a perfect piece of media in my opinion. The performances are a masterclass in acting, the use of vertical lines that place barriers between the characters or that cage them in, the complicated dynamics between the characters, the throughlines of grief and pain and loneliness that just radiates out of the screen for every character in this story. I have been through some shit, let me tell you, but there was a ten second moment in the final episode of this show that sent me in to the worst emotional distress of my entire life for a totally innocuous, complete reasonable, and minimally tragic scene and for that it does deserve immense praise. 

Big Eden 

I am making up for forgetting to put Pike on my Favorite Characters list by remembering to put  Big Eden on my favorite media list! I saw Big Eden for the first time in my freshman year of college. Back then I was not aware of, or at leas was not acknowledging my own queerness, and to find a film like this one just healed a part of my soul I didn’t know was wounded. When I say I watched this film back to back two or three times when I first saw it, I mean that this is one of if not the only film that I have immediately started from the beginning the second that the credits started rolling. I love this film for what it gave me, an older queer romance, non-existent homophobia, PIKE! Some of the greatest lines of all time, that to this day get reactions out of me, mainly:

“I just want things to be nice for him” 

and

"Well, screw you, Henry Hart. I do know what love is. You are my family. And I'm sorry... I'm sorry if that's not good enough for you."

And

“Why can’t you see how much love there is that people want to pour on top of you? I can’t help thinking that your grandma and I didn’t do right by you somehow. I feel like maybe we taught you something wrong, because you won’t tell me who you are. Did we teach you shame? Did I teach you that? Because it would break my heart if I had,” (watch the scene here)

Don't let the stars go out at night, don't let the moon break your heart, indeed.

I Told Sunset About You and I Promised You The Moon

ITSAY/IPYTM is two parts of one continuous story and therefore counts as a single piece of media. 

I just got done gushing about this show the other night, because for me it is a foundational piece of queer media. It is one of my favorite pieces of media, point blank, period. Queer characters are allowed to complex, three-dimensional, and frustrating. They are allowed to make mistakes, and hurt the people they care about in their quest to better understand themselves. They are human. And the emotional honesty and vulnerability that the script and the actors showed struck deep in to my experiences figuring out my own identity. It has some of the strongest characterization that I have ever seen in media. The actors commit to the craft, the production team clearly put love and care in to every aspect of this show, every frame of it. The director trusted the audience to understand what was happening and trust the actors to play with silence. There is so much silence in this show because the actors portray so much with just the way they move around the space, the way they carry themselves, the way they look at each other. It is a gorgeous, gorgeous piece of media. It took me three watchthroughs of I Told Sunset About You before I was able to form a single analytical thought about it, because the first time I saw this show my brain went fuzzy. This show rewired my brain and changed my DNA. 

And as a side note, anyone that thinks that Billkin is a bad actor or a bad crier can kindly meet me outside the Denny’s parking lot at 3am because I will not stand for Billkin slander in my household. That man is absolutely demolished the role of Teh. The constant fidgeting, the way his whole body just screams out whatever he is feeling without him ever having to say a word. 

Moonlight Chicken 

I have talked numerous times about why this show remains my favorite, and a lot of that has to do with the community that I gained around me because of it. But stepping back to the piece itself, I love how much this show is really dedicated to the importance of community. To showing the different mindsets of three generations of queer people, the way they struggle and don’t. The conversations that happen around poverty, and disability, and grief. The way that Li Ming and Heart are screaming to be understood. The way Jim has been hurt too many times and how that makes him scared to start over with Wen. The way Aof was able to take this BL structure and transform it into the story whose primary focus is on how a queer elder keeps and cultivates a relationship with his queer nephew. Jim and Li Ming’s relationship is the focal point of this show and I am so grateful to have that. The acting is phenomenal, the lighting is incredible, and it is a very technically strong piece. I know that Aof tends to tell us sad gay stories, but by god am I in love with every single Aof show I have seen (GOBK(with Jojo), ATOTS, HCTM, BB, MLC)

Pushing Daisies

What a deeply deeply tragic story wrapped up in the shiniest paper! I will never get over the fact this show got canceled because it is one of the greatest of all time. I love that Lee Pace has acknowledged how queer this show is, and how intentional that was, even though it was not discussed at the time of its release. Like, fundamentally this is a show about a man named Ned and his partner Chuck who can never touch. I’ll talk about this a little later too, but I am just such a sucker for stories where people can’t touch each other. I love the angst in it, the wanting to, the need to be intimate, to comfort, to care for someone and just…not being able to hold them. I loved watching how Ned and Chuck navigated this issue, the kissing through plastic wrap, the dancing in beekeeper suits, them getting excited for winter cause it meant they could wear gloves and hold hands like any other couple. 

This show is hilarious and funny and fast, with a really intriguing concept and an extremely clear vision and it did not deserve the end it got. 

I heard it might be on HBO Max, not sure if that is still true, but if you can find you, and you haven’t seen it, you should absolutely watch it, and if you have seen it, this is your reminder to watch it again. 

Sense8

Before I begin, I just want to say 

FUCK

NETFLIX

Once again, another incredible show, with very interesting themes, and things to say was canceled before it’s time. I will die mad about the fact that Netflix did not give this show the room it deserved to tell the story THAT THEY PITCHED TO NETFLIX AS A FIVE SEASON ARC. This show was so good, it got my homophobic dad to watch the whole thing without even squirming at the gay sex (like he did when he watched Game of Thrones). 

I love love love love love this show. I love the way it connects people from all over the world, I love that these random strangers become a family, I love what it says about every day people being important, having important skills, and how much that can vary from being a good actor, knowing chemistry, driving, and being a skilled martial artist. I love how sex positive this show was. I love the utilization of orgies to demonstrate the way these characters are all connected to each other. I loved the mystery behind it all, they way the function of this psyllium network got progressively more understandable to us as time went on in much the same way that the characters get used to it. I love the humanization of drug users, that it touches on the struggles of trans people, queer people, eldest daughters, poor people, etc etc etc; ON BODY AUTONOMY IN MEDICINE!!! I truly believe there is something for everyone in this show and even though I am mad we really only got a two hour filmed storyboard of general concepts the Wachowski sisters were planning on diving in to over the next three seasons, I do love with my whole heart, for the memes, that Nom’s mother gets over her transphobia as a result of one very good weed brownie. 

Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom

I got in to these books after seeing the first season of Shadow and Bone on Netflix. Full disclosure, I did not read the Shadow and Bone trilogy, I will not read the Shadow and Bone trilogy, I do not care about the Shadow and Bone trilogy. This is a Crows Only household. Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom are very incredible heist books first of all. The main plot is compelling in and of itself, before you even add the characters in to it. And what phenomenal characters we have: Kaz, Inej, Jesper, Wylan, Matthias, NINA MY BELOVED. I’m glad they aged them up for the show, but it is very funny to me to think of a bunch of gremlin teenagers running around and taking down criminal empires for the sake of revenge...and coin. Leigh Bardugo is a disabled woman and I love that she gave Kaz her same disability because it means that we get a really authentic portrayal of disability. His cane is seen as important, he is never embarrassed by it, and his chronic pain is always highlighted. (can we also talk about how pissed Kaz was when Genya offered to fix his leg?). I love how contradictory he is, how much he loves Inej and wants to be with her, and wants to touch her, and the way his trauma and touch repulsion just constantly stops him from being physical able to do what he actually wants. Inej, who loves Kaz back, and sees the boy underneath the image of a monster he has crafted for himself, who has her own hang ups around touch and understands Kaz, but values herself enough to not pursue a relationship with him if he will not or cannot work on himself. Who grew claws with the knives she carries with her, who herself is a walking contradiction, deeply religious and also murderous, and so brave, and kind, and patient, and who I love with my whole heart. 

Wylan, whose own father tried to have him killed because he was dyslexic. Jesper who has been hiding who he is because of what his power did to his mother, who is always the comedic relief while harboring pain, our favorite gambling addict, ADHD, gunslinger. Matthais who has to confront a lifetime’s worth of propaganda. Nina who is just an all around badass motherfucker, who is fat and sexy and brilliant. My favorite superspy <3

The Fall (2006) dir. Tarsem Singh 

You really have to go looking for this film if you ever want to watch it, because it has almost entirely been wiped away, which sucks because it is one of my favorite movies. Why? 

Because it is one of, if not the most visually stunning piece of media I have ever seen. The plot for this film is a stuntman (played by Lee Pace) falls, is injured, and hospitalized at the same time as a 5-year-old Romanian immigrant who fell and broke her arm picking oranges. Roy (the stuntman) starts telling Alexandria (the little girl) a story, to manipulate her in to doing things for him, like spying on people and stealing pain meds. The movie cuts between real life, present day, and this grandiose epic tale that he is telling. This was 150% a passion project on Tarsem’s part, he spent 30 million of his own money making this movie, for it to only make 3 million in theaters upon it’s release. It took four years to film and was filmed in 24 different locations. 

I love the overarching story, and how the growing friendship Roy builds with this little girl literally saves his life. The cast of characters is certainly interesting, Charles Darwin is a character in Roy’s story, but by GOD is it just a great watch, hours of stunning cinematography, with incredible costumes. Would highly recommend watching this if you can find it. 

The Magnus Archives

I love this podcast for many reasons. First, because I think it was absolutely brilliant to start this show off as almost an anthology, lulling the audience in to a false sense of security by having each early episode be completely unrelated to one another, until they aren’t. Until names start popping up in multiple tales, until monsters and ghosts and any number of other unexplained creepy things start showing up in other people’s stories. How slowly you start to realize everything is connected and always has been. That set up was just…beautifully handled. Second, I love what this show says about survival and fear. That the more we believe in fear, the more powerful it gets. I love how often the survivors of these tales come out the other side of these experiences by thinking of people that are important to them, people they love. When The Buried tried to get that spelunker trapped in the cave, it was the thought of finding her sister, of getting help for her sister that got her through the other side. When Martin is in The Lonely, it is his thoughts of Jon that get him through the other side. I love that the avatar of Death is kind. I love that the Boneturner just wants to build a garden. I love the experiences and the world that Johnathan Simms builds in every story, and that he is able to create so many different types of fears, a little something for everyone. I love the heart at the center of this show. 

The Princess Bride

Again, another piece of media that is fast paced and full of quips, with a beautiful, ridiculous, hilarious story, and a solid emotional core. I was raised on this film, which is part of why I love it so much. You can see and feel how much fun the cast had making this film. To this day it is beloved, highly quotable, and poignant. Also a great fencing movie, but I’m biased on that end as a fencer myself. I don't have much more to say about this film because I think it is perfect and I have no notes, but I will say I love how much this film helped Mandy Patinkin process his own grief around the loss of his father.

[maelstrom007]

I've got the @ghouljams Fae!au brainrot, and I needed to write more about my OC Mal. This time, featuring ghoul's OC Love, and Fae!Ghost. Thank you so much for letting me borrow them! I hope I do them justice, and they're not too out of character. While it's implied that Mal already knows Witch (I think their friendship started well before this) I thought this was an interesting way to bring Mal into the darlings and 141's sphere of influence.

I hope you enjoy!

Mal stood at the far wall of their crafting space, studying their old leather bound notebook. It was an account of every project they’d ever undertaken here at the shop, filled to the brim with notes. Currently, it was open to the last commission on their list for this quarter, someone wanting a garment that would fill them with confidence after a particularly difficult time in their life. Before them stood several cones of yellow and orange cotton that they had dyed with this intention in mind. Now to decide what it would become. Mal closed their eyes, imagining the customer in their head, how their shoulders had hunched and neck sunk involuntarily. They needed something to straighten up, bring some height back into their frame. A jacket would do them nice. 

Mal took the cones to their warping board, a square frame with pegs hanging on the wall, and readied the yarn. Before they began Mal closed their eyes once again, taking deep breaths and pressing their bare feet firmly into the floor as they grounded themselves. Once they were settled, they imagined in their mind what their customer would look like in this new jacket. How their face would be full of warmth and joy, how much taller they would stand, the swagger and spring in their step as they walked. Mal let the feeling wash over them, filling themselves up with the giddy confidence. Full of energy, Mal began the warping process, tying an orange yarn to one peg and wrapping it around sequential pegs until it was as long as their fabric needed to be, then doubling back and following that same path back. 

Maintaining this confident headspace Mal continued on, occasionally switching between colors to create a shimmering ombre across the warp. This warp will act as the vertical threads when they weave the fabric later on tonight. Already they could see the gentle halo radiating off of the threads as the intent gets buried deeper and deeper. By the end it’ll be radiant like the sun. 

The slight jostle of someone attempting to open the front door made Mal accidentally skip a peg, breaking them out of their concentration. Immediately the halo of the current length they were working on dimmed, forcing them to backtrack and do their best to bring themselves back into the confident headspace. They didn’t really care if someone was at the door, there was no reason for anyone to be there and thus no reason to give them the time of day. Pick up was always reserved for the last week of the month, and they hadn’t pulled aside the heavy curtains hanging from the gutters that prevented humans from seeing the shop, and warned Fae from entering without an invitation. No, those get pulled when Mal’s commission list was empty and ready for new customers. Which it wasn’t. 

The jostle returns again and only a well timed breath keeps the bubbling anger from making its way into the warp. They tied it off and stepped away with a sigh. They couldn’t afford to keep having their concentration disrupted by the mystery person at the door. 

Opening the door reveals a girl, smiling brightly, “Hey, I think your doors locked.”

“It’s not,” Mal replies. Not in the physical sense anyway. Witch’s wards are strong and clever like that. Although they will have to check up on the curtains outside. Nobody should have been able to find their shop with them pulled shut, although now there was a clear section that was pulled to the side where the girl seemingly forced her way through. Those damn Moth’s were probably nibbling on it again. 

The girl stares at them for a moment, as if expecting them to say more. Evidently the silence becomes too long as she presses on, “Aren’t you going to let me in?” 

“Why would you want in?”

“Because you’re a business? And I’d like to do business here?” The exasperated look on the girl's face is enough to set Mal’s teeth on edge. 

“Pushy aren’t you?”

“Yes. Now come on, I want to get something nice for my boyfriend and he’s going to pick me up any minute now.”

Something about the girl’s big, insistent eyes made Mal’s resolve crack, “Fine. You’ve caught me in an indulgent mood.” Mal turned around, walking back towards the counter, “What are you thinking of?”

When the girl didn’t immediately follow they turned around again, only to see her seemingly stuck mid stride, foot unable or unwilling to touch the hardwood floor of the storefront. Curious. The girl seemed perfectly human to them, but looks could be deceiving. 

“You’re welcome in, for this transaction,” her foot fell with a solid thump, and she continued walking in as if nothing had happened.

“So I’d like to get something for my boyfriend.”

Mal settled in and flipped their notebook to a new page, “So you’ve said.”

“Yeah, well I know that he likes to cover up a lot, but recently his gloves have been falling apart and what with Winter coming up I don’t want his hands to be cold-”

As the girl talked, Mal kept a close eye on her chest, watching for any tethers that shone brighter than the others. Humans, and sometimes Fae, had a hard time deciding what their real intent was for a gift, and sifting through their tethers was always easier than getting it out of them through words. Except that the more this girl talked, the more her chest started to light up like a god damn christmas tree. She was tangled and pierced and snared on so many hooks it was almost distressing, and one in particular burned so bright it almost hurt Mal’s eyes to look at.

“Excuse me,” Mal interrupted her, “but may I?” they said, pointing towards the brightly glowing tether at the center of her chest. 

“Uh, sure,” she said, slightly confused but trusting all the same. 

Reaching out they gently snagged the tether with the tip of their pinky finger. Even with that small amount of contact all they could think of was LOVE LOVE LOVE. So much love, and passion, and desperation, and protectiveness. 

Within the next second, Mal’s ears popped as air that used to be in the space behind the girl forcibly vacated in favor of someone apparating there in its place. Mal stumbled back, eyebrows raised in shock as the absolutely massive fucker came into focus. Piercing brown eyes peered out through a pale white skull mask, with one hand wrapping protectively around the girl's chest and the other landing solidly on the table creating an effective barrier between them and Mal. 

“What’s wrong, Love?” The man's voice was deep, and although he was addressing the girl, (the capital L was obvious in his tone) his eyes never left Mal’s. 

“Well I was going to get you a surprise gift, but I guess that’s not happening anymore.”

“Why were they touching you.”

Mal straightened, “I received permission, if that is your concern. I was only attempting to see what her true intent was for this gift.” Despite the way he was glaring, Mal could tell this man didn’t think they were a threat, at least not physically.

On closer inspection the guys gloves did look as if they were threadbare, ready to fall apart if a stiff breeze came through. He was fae, no doubt about it, and even his human form commanded respect. Mal could see the shimmery effect of the fae’s obscura, hinting at a much larger and much more. . .sinister silhouette. They could do better, break up the outline of his body like camo on a soldier's fatigues, but something told them that he wouldn’t appreciate being upsold at the moment.

“And what was my intention?” Love looked almost giddy to know, leaning over the counter top with a manic grin on her face. 

Mal quickly looked between Love and the man, trying to gauge the pro’s and con’s of this whole interaction. 

“Go on,” he said. 

“Well, it seemed like Love here wanted to stake a claim on you. To possess and protect you as much as you do her.” 

Like a seesaw, Love rocked backwards into the man's embrace, wrapping her arms up around his neck and giggling, “Yeah, I guess I am a little obsessed with you.”

For once he looked a little bit out of his depth, and once again Mal almost had to shield their eyes from the sun that seemed to light up between the two. Jesus these two were co dependent as all hell. 

“So,” Mal said, desperate to get this conversation over with, “any design you want in particular?”

“Oh, right, I think his gloves should be dark black, with white details that look like finger and hand bones. And can you make them really warm and soft? Am I asking for too much? You’ll tell me if it’s too much right? Also-”

Mal dutifully took notes, not even attempting to get a word in edgewise as Love rambled on. Briefly looking up, Mal saw the masked man curled contentedly around and over top Love’s much smaller form like a mountain sized cat. It was hard to find him intimidating now that his eyes were full of love and adoration. 

What a strange pair indeed.

[marnanel]

I wrote this fifteen years ago and just found it again

And I wake from strange dreams, yellow light blinds my eyes, tearing the sleep away from my flesh. I stagger naked down the stairs, feeling my way blind into the kitchen, trying to catch the slippery tail of a dream. Coffee filter, coffee, all by touch, pulling out the glass jug, filling it with water. As I turn on the tap, the leaf brushes my skin.

My head clears like dye spreading through water. I look down at the sink, at the plant in the sink. Leaves upon leaves wrapped in a circle like a half-unfolded tortilla wrap, with a gap in the centre to take its water. This plant, I remember, is a cousin of the Venus flytrap; it's a holdover from prehistoric times, like cockroaches and alligators. I put down the jug and step back in alarm. Now I remember my dream.

I dreamed I was in a garden… we were in a garden, I was plural. High hedges surrounded and delimited the garden; the old yew and privet made the only break, sudden and vertical, between neatly-trimmed lawns and skim-milk sky. Not quite in the middle, but close to the edge, grew the plant, this plant, but closed up and ten feet tall.

Often, in my dream-garden, the I-which-was-us had to pass through from one side to the other. Each time we edged nervously around the fecund plant-being there, for to touch its leaves was sudden blinding death. And then on the appointed day it opened, it opened as we were passing, and for an eternity we held our backs to the hedge, white-eyed and hardly daring to breathe, inching past with the petals of death before us.

This plant's smell— how did I not notice that before? Strangely primaeval… of rotting fruit and torn flesh. People, animals, for thousands of millions of years have smelled the smell I'm smelling now. I rub my eyes, and the dancing colours before them blend with the smell before my nose.

As an adult, I read an article in a magazine once about Japanese knotweed; it reminded me of my childhood. Japanese knotweed was introduced to England by a nobleman botanist, who failed to see the importance of a plant's ecosystem in regulating its life. Away from all natural predators, the knotweed grew unstoppably, so fast you could almost hear it growing.

There was a churchyard where the knotweed took hold— a few seeds blown in by the wind, perhaps, or dropped by the birds. Within days, the natural mosses and grasses were strangled; within weeks, the tombstones were buried beneath gently-nodding heart-shaped leaves and bright flowers. The occupants were buried: the names on the stones had become unreadable.

Some people told of getting knotweed in their gardens and putting down weedkiller to no avail; the only recourse was to send all the soil, down to the bedrock, away in a van to a laboratory to have it cleaned. But the owners of the garden merely hoed and raked and put down more weedkiller, and went up to bed in hope that the knotweed was dead. Next morning they came downstairs to see a tendril curling out from behind the radiator… They left the house.

I have seen a nettle break through a concrete floor to breathe the air above. They say that in ancient times, prisoners would be executed by tying them down onto a soil bed where bamboo had been planted. Within a few days, the bamboo had broken through skin and flesh and bone out to the other side; the prisoner died in the bamboo's bid for life.

I read that article as an adult, but the story reminded me of my ancient fear of bindweed, jack-by-the-hedge and all other inscrutable plants that infest without mercy and without empathy in the world. They began to grow in the childhood places I played; I drew back, chilled. The heart-leaves popped up again and again; soon they grew tall and burst out in white flower: defiant; uncaring.

Stuck in the middle, an afterthought, is the great pink flower of the plant— tarty, gaudy, unpolished as a prehistoric flower ought to be; it probably accounts for the smell, too. The magenta is close enough to the dream-plant's cardinal red flower to re-form the connection in my mind. As I look at the plant, the dream-plant wraps itself around it and becomes one with it.

I manoeuvre carefully around the edge of the plant, without touching it, to fill the jug with water, lest the leaves are also leaves of blinding death. At another time I might mock at this, but my mind is still sleeping and ideas close to my heart are the most plausible: suddenly my mind has passed in a world where plants like this spontaneously grow like mould in the kitchen.

Perhaps there will be one growing out of my desk, in my car, out of my computer's keyboard, budding slowly with a quiet repeated cracking noise in the silence. I wonder what will happen after it touches me, after the plant-death.

I hear a noise.

I turn around.

[solluve]

alban but he turned into a cat headcanons !!this is a cry for help blame everything on shu.

these fics are based on the avatar the vtuber protays. NOT the real person. (so some things may be not relating to the real person but the avatars apperance)

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alban

we all saw this coming everyone but YOU u came home one day and the door was unlocked like nah...ain't no way someone broke in. you literally began to panic you panicked BUT DIDNT THINK STRAIGHT ENOUGH U JUST BARGED INTO THE HOUSE like at least call ur freind. you were scanning the house in pure fear until a purple haired mf caught ur attention that one bitch u see hanging out with all the other colorful bitches shu yamino.. nah man wtf. he just looks at you and chuckles awkwardly LIKE HELLO U SHOULD BE THE ONE LAUGHING. ugh whatever your still not relaxed tho have u SEEN THIS MF MUSCLES HE COULD STANGLE YOU WHY IS HE HERE before you can even gather yourself he just places a brown cat onto the counter straight faced and everything staring right into ur soul the cat is too. blahnlah blah shu explains how he turned ur boyfriend into a cat.

"yeah sorry....don't sue me please" —shu 2022

ur just nodding and thinking he's joking Like alban does pranks this wouldn't be a surprise until YOU RELIZED THE EYES OF THAT MF CAT JUST LIKE ALBANS SO NOW UR LOWKEY LIKE "ohh so this is rlly him. aha." AND WHAT DOES SHU MEAN BY IT WILL TAKE A WHILE FOR A CURE U WANTED A BOYFREIND NOT A CAT AS ONE. whatever now ur in charge of him. he is literally the phase I am speed HE WONT STOP SCURRYING EVERYWHRRE STOP TRYING TO CLIMB UP THE WALLS VERTICALLY at one point U MANGAED TO FIANLLY CATCH THAT MF and yk what he did? meow menacingly. MF WHO U MEOWING AT. You just dropped him right there and he began to scurry again he like a little rat IN WHICH U DID TEST SOMETHINF ON HIM u have to entertain the cat someway you tried a string to a gray sock to mimic a rat and placed it on the floor you chuckled to ur self but... WHERE IS THE SOCK THE SOCK IS GONE. and u just see a little brown mfer absolutely RIPPING IT UP he better pay for that I love my socks. (he's a thief for a reason ig) He absolutely ripped the place up. wallpaper teared just like your wallet. WAS HE EVEN AWARE?? DID HE STILL HAVE A BRAIN?? yes. He was aware. cause when he got tired, he sat right infornt of you and smiled. he knew it cheshire cat smile can cats even smile he did it anyways AND YK HE DID?? AFTER HE WAS DONE HE JUMPED ON THE COUCH WITH YOU he tried to nuzzle his face into your neck but u were still lowkey pissed UNTIL YOU HEARD IT HE PURRED !! THE MF PURRED. your heart absolutely exploded hearing that. So you allowed him to just do it he's kinda cute for a cat

but he def radiated "nya nya motherfucker" vibes

and then shu at 2am manged to break in again since he got a shortcut to get the cure like mfer how and why are u doing that get a restraining order.

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[sixty-silver-wishes]

for the one word writing prompts post, i wrote a short python script to generate a random number from 1 to 50 as well as a random character from the cabinet of dr. caligari so i request as randomly generated:

47 (games), Young Doctor

ooh I love writing this fucked up background character! here goes

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"You asked to see me- Director?" Dr. Stein asked, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his lab coat.

The asylum director glowered at him from his desk, the dark, jagged patterns on the walls behind him appearing to emanate from his back, as if he was radiating some sort of malevolent force. "I did," he answered. "Friederich, there's an important matter I need to discuss with you."

Dr. Stein stepped back, blinking. "Of course," he answered.

The director got up, taking a small black box off of a shelf and handing it to him. "Set it up," he said.

"What is-"

"You've been working here long enough to know not to question orders," the director said, his eyes shining behind his round glasses. "Set it up."

Dr. Stein nodded shakily. "Yes," he said, wondering what could be in the box.

"On the desk there," the director said, "quickly."

Dr. Stein forced himself to keep his hands steady, as if he were about to give a patient an injection. He carefully opened the box, producing a chessboard and a handful of pieces. Why would the director call him into his office during working hours to play chess? He watched him silently, his white gloved hands folded in front of him, as Dr. Stein placed the board on the desk.

"I need to get back to the patients," Dr. Stein said, beginning to set up the pieces. "I'm sure you'll understand-"

"Then I don't know why you're taking so long, Friederich. You'll play white; I'll play black. You'll go first."

"Of course," Dr. Stein said again, and finished setting up the pieces. He wanted to sit down, but as the director was sitting in the only chair in the room, he found himself standing as he pondered his opening move. I don't care if he wins, he thought. I have more important things to do.

"You're being very careful, I see," the director said.

"Yes," he responded.

"I'd hate to break your concentration."

"It... it isn't a problem."

"I didn't ask if it was a problem, Friederich. Now, we must discuss what I've called you here for."

"Yes," Dr. Stein answered, wondering why the director would bother having him get out the chessboard instead of directly addressing the issue at hand.

"I've heard some of my staff talking about you," he said, "and the new patient."

Dr. Stein froze, his hand positioned above one of his pawns. "I haven't been near the new patient," he said. "You told all of us not to go near him. You said his case was- you said it was too severe for anyone but you to attempt to treat."

"I don't want you moving that pawn," the director said.

"Yes," Dr. Stein said again, and withdrew his hand, opting to move the pawn next to it instead.

"Very good," the director responded, and moved one of his own pawns. "So I hope the rumors weren't true, then?"

Dr. Stein looked at him. "What rumors?" he asked.

"Make your move first," the director responded. "I don't like to be kept waiting."

Dr. Stein moved another pawn forward. He didn't bother to think about which one.

"A certain member of the staff has told me that you talked to him about the new patient," the director responded, moving one of his pieces as well. "You allegedly said you had some concerns about my ability to treat him."

"I- I don't have any concerns, Director."

"I should hope that you don't. After all, you're working for me. Your turn."

Dr. Stein nodded, and moved a piece forward without thinking.

"You moved a bishop forward in a vertical line," the director said. "That's against the rules."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." "That's quite dangerous, isn't it," the director said, "for an asylum doctor to not be thinking. I, for one, am thinking, Friederich. Would you like to guess what I'm thinking of?"

Dr. Stein hesitated. "How to win this game of chess?" he offered feebly.

"Wrong," the director answered. "I'm thinking about why you could possibly doubt my ability to care for the patient. He has a severe case of somnambulism, you know."

"I'm aware." "Which I studied for many years," the director continued. "I specialize in the subject." "I'm aware. I recall you said you were planning a... lecture tour on the matter?" The director smiled. "You could say that," he said. "Now, as the answer eludes me, I want to hear what you think. You're well aware of my expertise; why would you think I wouldn't be able to successfully treat the patient?" He stared at him expectantly, the board forgotten. The crooked walls of his office appeared to be closing in.

Dr. Stein could think of several reasons why. For one, and most glaringly, there was the way the director responded to seeing the patient for the first time. The entire staff had watched in uncomfortable silence as he regarded the unconscious body with a ravenous gaze, and slovenly fell upon the young man in the chair, practically salivating as he ran his hands up and down his torso, inhaling his scent as he lay there asleep. Dr. Stein, who had grown used to, among other things, picking apart preserved brains in his university years, had never seen a more disgusting sight than that of the accomplished man he'd respected for so long, suddenly casting aside all pretense of dignity as he grabbed the patient in his hands, greedily grasping at his face, his shoulders, fistfuls of his hair...

He knows what he's doing, he tried to convince himself many times. This was the esteemed director of the Holstenwall Asylum; he had to have known what he was doing. After all, as he'd said, he did specialize in the patient's condition, so who was Dr. Stein to tell him that he could not perform his job well? But there were questions he couldn't shake from his mind- why did the director insist on being the only one to so much as see the patient once he had been brought in? Why didn't he let any of the staff handle his medical records? And why had the patient's arrival produced such an animal response in him? Dr. Stein knew he couldn't question the director's authority. But oftentimes, he found himself wanting to check in on the patient, to see if he'd woken up, to reassure him that he was in good hands, to take him far away from the director's awful gaze and get him some proper treatment. But who's to say he isn't receiving proper treatment? he countered himself. What if-

"Friederich!" the director snapped. "You haven't answered my question." "Yes, of course," Dr. Stein said. "I don't want to hear yes, of course. I want an answer. Why wouldn't you think I'd be able to care for him?" Dr. Stein looked down at the chessboard, wishing he'd paid better attention to the game- he didn't want to let the director win.

"I would never doubt you, Director," he said. "I trust that with your guidance, the patient will make a full recovery." The director smiled, and took one of his chess pieces. "Very good," he said. "Very good, Friederich."

[infestedslime]

I made some concepts for @natahposting’s tau exodus update concept (which you should read or this won’t make sense)! It was fun to do, so I’ll probably try to come up with at least a few more later on. I’ve included a stick figure Excalibur in most of the images for scale

Tau Ceti F, lacking much of the organic fauna that some of the other planets in the tau system do, make do with specialized sentients to fill certain environmental roles on the terraformed world. One such sentient is the bolyst, a large, neutral sentient, serving the role of large herbivore. The bolyst bears a large, circular saw as well as the ability to emit bursts of energy from its forelimbs which break down organic matter, both of which it utilizes to keep larger, hardier plants under control, as well as allowing the smaller organic creatures of tau ceti f to take in some of their nutrients. Bolysts, lacking predators, are neither skittish or aggressive near tenno, but if attacked they will lest out a loud wail to alert their herd and charge at the offender with their circular saw. It is beast to take caution in archon controlled zones, as there they will act aggressive to tenno and their allies by default.

The tau walker is a large, defensive sentient meant to act as a mobile turret. They were created by allied sentient forces to hold back archon control in certain areas, but many have fallen to such forces nonetheless and must be either recaptured or destroyed. In archon controlled zones these sentients will act as mini bosses similar to thumpers, with the addition of being able to turn them to your side by using certain devices to scramble archon frequencies. In zones not controlled by archons they will patrol the map attacking enemies. Their primary defense is the front mounted turret, however they can also stomp to release a large shockwave. They are normally very slow movers, but will utilize their back mounted engine to rush forward when spotting an enemy.

Prosecysts are archon aligned sentient generals. They have high health and attack using their larger set of limbs, which fire beams of sentient energy. Their 4 arms are used to preform “rites”, prayers to whichever archon they serve that will buff nearby allies. Prosecysts serving Amar will buff damage, while ones serving boreal and nira will buff health and speed respectively. Tenno that destroy prosecysts will receive similar buffs to their team.

Hest is a friendly sentient, neutral to both the lyndwyrm and the committee. Tenno can find them and their storefront near the entrance to either faction (switching which one they’re at every weekly reset) with a daily rotating stock of cosmetics, blueprints, and decorations that can be traded for tau ceti f’s natural resources, similar to Npcs like Nanak or ticker. They can also be found in the open world hosting communications to either faction and allowing Tenno to pick up bounties from either the lyndwyrm or the committee.

Volantis is a sentient energy pistol of hest’s own make. Primary fire produces a shotgun blast of small, vertical discs of irradiated plasma, while alternate fire shoots one large horizontal disc of plasma that cuts through enemies. Deals purely radiation damage. High status and high damage at the cost of low crit. Primary fire has high multishot, whistle secondary fire has high punch through. The weapon has a regenerating battery in lieu of a magazine. The weapon can be permanently acquired from hest’s storefront and does not rotate like some of the other stock.

[chaoticgeminate]

Blessing of Vision

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe Forest Affairs Series Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader Rating: T Word Count: 2.4k Notes/Warnings: This takes place after a few chapters into the story of these two, the series as a whole is rated Explicit as there will be adult content.

Power danced through your veins, a storm of energy within your own body that was magnified by the light of the full moon, and you could feel the growing swell of it as you walked through the tree grove behind your cabin. Your feet were bare and the breeze was hardly noticeable, mostly because of your moonspun silk robes, and with each step closer to your altar the voice of the forest around you was growing louder. Every tree, every bush, every flower was responding to your heightened power. In your hands the beskar helmet was cradled reverently, it’s black T-visor like a void in the reflective metal catching the moonlight, and its bearer walked behind you at a sedated pace.

Din had been surprised initially, when you offered to modify and improve the spell work on his armor, so long ago when you’d both first survived the chaos that followed your initial meeting. He’d refused at the time due to distrust, nerves, and general caution to keep his Creed intact; that changed as the two of you learned just how deep the connection between you ran, and, it didn’t take long for his walls to come crashing down. A clan of three, he had told you in a soft and loving tone as he removed his helmet for the first time without your sight being obscured, and now he trusted you with more than his life.

He trusted you with his heart.

Under the glow of the moon your altar was majestic, the natural rock platform and its stacked stone slabs that formed a small table glowing under the silvery light, and the tree that was wrapped around the center most vertical stone was in full bloom to match the moon’s cycle. On the back of your neck you could feel the mark of the Huntress warming, blessing you with her presence and power, and you knew Din felt it too since his gloves creaked from how hard he balled his fists.

Ever since the Moon Goddess had chosen him to be yours, your Consort and your conduit, the power you radiated during the full moon would flow between the both of you. This bond had allowed him to take control of the Dark Saber, to conquer the ancient curse that had once held the blade of raw magic in its clutches, and with each day that he held the blade the malignant energy remaining in the soul of the blade was cleansed more and more. The bloody past of the blade, the scars left upon its inherent self, were healing in his hands.

There was still much to do, more threats working behind the scenes to try and break you both and destroy your Clan, but he had nearly the full support of his people and he had you.

You climbed up onto the raised stone table, sitting with your legs crossed as the skirt of your robes bundled around you hips, his helmet sitting in your lap in the center of your crossed legs, and you felt Din step up against your back. Lurking around the outside of the alter’s reach you could feel Wellyn patrolling, your Familiar was a protective and loving friend, the cat síth blended into the darkness as she continued to set up her own circle of protective magic. While your altar was on your land, which had wards of its own, you weren’t so arrogant as to assume intruders impossible.

“On this night, the Huntress clear and watching from above, I bestow upon you a Blessing of Vision my Consort; to ensure that you will always return to me after a hunt, that we both may continue to serve the Goddess until She deems it time to call us to her arms.” Din looked up from your lap at the sound of footsteps in the brush, hands raising to cover your breasts since the fabric was sheer enough that the sage green glow of your magic made them visible in the dark.

Your protector -Koska- nodded once in greeting but you were already focused on your spell, no fancy words but it was a complex thing to do when the target object was beskar. The metal was known because no magic spells could pierce it, turned into armor since even a little coverage could stop even the most advanced of spell casters from doing severe damage to their target, and in the case of the Forest Hunter Sidhe -the Mandalorians- they had become the enforcers of the Moon Goddess in that they used the metal more than their own magic to ensure that her Priests and Priestesses had the strongest of a defense against their foes.

Adding spellwork to beskar was time consuming, exhausting, but the end result would be beneficial to Din and by extension it would be beneficial to you. Blessing items was not as simple as using an incantation and forcing your magic around or into an object like some people made it seem, it was much more in depth because in order to avoid destroying the targeted object by condensing magic around it the trick was to reach into the smallest molecules of the object and weave your magic into the molecular structure of it. With beskar natural anti-magic properties you had to work the blessing into the very small T-shaped piece of paper-thin kyber crystal that was already loaded with spells.

Which meant navigating the pinpoint small areas where the beskar was folded on and over itself in a way to create the divot for the crystal to sit which allowed the spellwork on the kyber crystals to work.

You were no armorer but the craftsmenship of this particular piece was stunning. You were careful in how much of your hands made contact with the metal, too much magic at once -and on a night with the Goddess’ power so strong in your veins- could lead to your magic being redirected back into you instead. Turning your focus more onto your magic, you could feel the greenery around you pulsing with life and answering the flare of your power as everything danced in a wind that didn’t exist.

He would never not be in awe of you, the sheer power in your frame, and Din kept his eyes on Koska as the other Mandalorian leaned against a tree with her crossbow drawn. He still didn’t trust her, even if she’d denounced her allegiance to Kryze, but he knew that the second she even remotely had a thought of striking you or him down that Wellyn’s spells would activate. For now he protected your modesty, while you weren’t as modest as some Sidhe it was still present with people you weren’t comfortable around and Koska was one of them.

Why the Goddess had chosen her as your protector was something you both understood, the other woman was a Naiad and tied to the moon as intrinsically as one of her Priestesses or Priests, but Koska had neglected her role as your protector for decades in favor of her loyalty to Kryze. It infuriated Din to know that for over a century you’d been forced to weave the strongest protection spells you knew, depend on Wellyn and your plants, because Koska refused to fulfill her oath to the Huntress.

The fact that she’d come crawling back to you after Kryze’s true nature came to light, and that you’d been willing to forgive her, proved to Din that you were a much better person than he was.

Koska’s helmet tilted to look over and watch, Din knew what she was seeing, the bright green glow with traces of silver that reflected off the helmet and cast a colored hue against you and his face and the stones around you. She was seeing the trees and grass and bushes move with life that people forgot they had, no wind to make them dance and tremble, seeing the magnitude of your power with her own eyes. His expression was a warning, a threat, and a reminder that he would protect you but that you could also handle her yourself if she did try anything.

Din had taught you how to fight, insisted on it so you never had to depend on your magic, and Koska had seen you take down golems twice your size without using any spells; Bo Katan’s enforced idea that you couldn’t be a good Priestess if you depended on your physical prowess proven wrong right here and right now.

Wellyn jumped up high to climb into the tree on your altar, flower petals raining down, and the swell of magic began to pull at his own; he could feel you in his veins, feel you in his heart, and feel you in his very soul as your magic tugged at his. The sensation was like a wave, magic pushing and pulling between the two of you with a tide of its own, growing stronger with each pass; he didn’t use magic like you did, he couldn’t case spells and never really would. But this? This was more than enough for him to understand how addicting the feeling of calling so much power could be, he understood how the Dark Saber -a blade of raw magic- had enticed so many to corruption and further darkened the blade, and yet he didn’t understand it.

How anyone, even you, was willing to have this much power at their fingertips freely and not be cautious was baffling; you’d never shown caution or hesitation in your prowess as a Priestess, in your prowess as a spell caster. Feeling this always moving energy, this always growing swell, between the two of you was almost terrifying knowing that one wrong move could lead to you both being hurt if there was any accidental backlash or if you had to cancel your casting out should the altar be attacked.

He knew it was your confidence, your trust that you were safe between Wellyn’s spells and Koska’s presence, and your confidence in the Goddess that she wouldn’t allow anything to harm either one of you. Din respected the Huntress, revered her for giving him a second chance at life and then leading him to you, but his faith was not nearly as strong as yours.

No matter how many times you used him to amplify and to act as a center point for your magic, that you called on this bond the two of you shared, he would never be able to fully adapt to the feeling of it -you- in his very veins.

It took an hour for you to complete the Blessing, the draw on both of you much less between the full moon light and the fact that it was a shared burden, but Din was focused on Koska’s unmoving form. As the last glow finally faded, leaving only the moonlight to illuminate the clearing, he found himself waiting to see what the other Mandalorian had chosen to do. He kept it from you -because he knew you’d be enraged and likely go after Kryze yourself- but Boba Fett’s spies had confirmed her meeting up with Kryze again, given an offer to return to the former Princess’ faction, if she killed you.

But Koska nodded once, now that the spell was done, and walked away; Wellyn jumped down to follow her, the cat síth navigating the dark on silent feet, and Din felt you lean back against his chest before you were shifting so you were on your knees facing him. The height of the stone pedestal made him have to look up at you and he smiled when you leaned down to rub your nose to his.

“Let’s test this out, yea?” Din pulled his hood back and you slid the helmet down, the spells on the kyber activating at the touch of his aura, and he looked around slowly. The shine of colors was almost stunning for a second but he could see the barest outline of green on all the plant life, the green and silver aura that surrounded you, a glance at his hands and he could see the faint crimson red of the fire nature magic he’d never trained.

Even the darksaber had a deep purple and black glow around the hilt.

“You should be able to get dampen of the effect-“ Din wasn’t quite sure how it worked, other than thinking that he didn’t want to see it, but the spell responded to his will and the effect disappeared; he supposed that, as you’d said before, the most important part of spellcasting was the will behind the magic rather than the incantation or ritual process. Which made sense; given that he’d seen Boba’s Priestess cast a seal spell using eye drops for salt, eye pencil for the chalk to draw the circle, and a coin as the item to seal the wayward demonic entity within

“You truly honor me, my Priestess.”

“Because I love you, my Consort, and I want you to always come back to me.”

“Not even the Immortals could keep me from you, cyar’ika.” He helped you down and followed you through the grove, seeing Wellyn waiting at the door to be let into your cabin, and Din smiled as you went to change before he set the kettle to boil and glanced at the scroll from Skywalker again.

“Be safe, I will be cautious around Koska while you’re gone.” This training session he would be doing was going to last for months, to learn how to effectively use the dark saber as it was meant to be used, and while he was happy to get to see Grogu again he would miss you. But Skywalker had been clear, you were forbidden from joining him, your magic was too powerful and would interfere with the natural energy of the small southern township where the psychics who joined the Jedi religion called home.

“Reeves was seen with Kryze again, if there are problems Fennec is willing to stay here or Boba will host you at the palace, be more than cautious.”

“If Kryze tries anything, by her own hand or through others, I will kill her. Mandalorian or not.”

Din nodded, knowing you were serious, and lifted his helmet up enough to kiss you. It would be enough until he was able to come back to you.

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[hirocimacruiser]

Secret technique!! Transmission from the master

First set your direction!!:

The modified machines and aero parts created by Mr. Sugiyama of Madhouse are all so cool that they make people groan.

Not only is it stylish, but it's functional as well. How do you build such a machine?

Photography: Takahito Naito Editorial Department

There is a factory called Madhouse in one corner of the Fuji race village. In the world of racing and other parts of the automobile industry (they also work on show models for motor shows), the factory is famous for its FRP body molding technique and its eccentric ideas. Its representative is Satoshi Sugiyama, commonly known as Mad Sugiyama. He seems to have a job as a hobby.) He has released many modified machines to the world. In the past, it was a mid that was created based on the original CR-X.

There is MidShip Sports' "Bummuhle", and as the latest work there is a Grp5 machine created based on a Cara "Cara-R ". “Modification is different for each car and each target, so it’s hard to say how to make it cool. So, I am doing modifications in pursuit of speed.

It is a machine that has the potential to aim for the top in light car endurance races (which I participate in as a hobby), maximum speed, Zeroyon, Tsukuba Attack, etc. At first, we basically made a normal car based on the AZ-1, but we soon saw the limits. In that case, I decided to thoroughly modify the car using the same method as forming a group, and here it is. Even with aero parts, I thought about how to make the air flow efficiently.

The shape of the rear hood was also determined by that. The light that acts as a resistance is also embedded in the front spoiler because it is for endurance racing. So it's a completely different car, including the body. But, since it's based on the Cara, I deliberately left in the part that it's the same as driving on a public road. Considering only the aerodynamics, it would be better if the line between the front and rear over fenders, that is, the door part, was on the same side as the fenders, but if you do that, it will lose its character. The door is a very characteristic part of the Cara, so I have to leave it alone. That's why I dared to make it the same shape as the normal one (the door is also molded with FRP for weight reduction). And the keyhole of the door is purposefully pasted with a dummy.”

While pursuing functionality, we do not forget that it is a modification only for the base machine. Finally, let's hear some points about modding.

"First of all, the person who wants to do it

It is better to clarify the orientation and image.

Racing for Caras to run fast

I made it because it's a joke, so it's like this

rice field. in that direction

how to match

think about what to do

naturally if you go

where, how

if you defy

I can see if it's good

I think

If there is a part of the normal that goes against the overall flow, smoothing it out is one of the fine mods.

The Cara's gull wing door is daringly left normal because it is the part that represents the Cara itself. It is proof that the Cara is the basis.

This part was actually a window, but now it is part of the cowl. But in order not to break the line of the window, I painted it like a window.

The rear cowl was created with the theme of how to circulate the air. These function-oriented parts are tied to coolness.

This bodykit will be on sale next year.

(1, 4) When the rear hood is opened, it is clearly different from normal. The engine and transmission are placed vertically, and the frame and suspension pipes are installed functionally and intricately. (2,7) Box-shaped fender that protrudes greatly to correspond to the expanded tread. Also, using the overhang, the radiator and intercooler are arranged on the body side. (3,6,8)The cockpit has a roll cage, and the safety tank has been replaced where the passenger seat used to be. ⑤ The tires are Yokohama slicks, but they are hard to find in Japan.

This Cara - R was created with the aim of winning the kei car endurance race, which is just a hobby, and setting the K car fastest record in the zeroyon and Tsukuba attack. The car-making method is reminiscent of the old Grp5. Needless to say, the exterior looks exactly like the Grp5 with its large box-shaped over fenders and front and rear spoilers. But what's surprising is what's inside. Only the monocoque of the cockpit part is based on normal

However, the front and rear are remade with a tube frame.

In addition, the suspension is equipped with a completely different thing with a vibe.

It is Furthermore, the engine and mission

After changing the horizontal position of the normal to the vertical position,

Over 180PS with max.

I'm letting It's such a monster machine.

Fortunately, the contents are normal, but the appearance is

Almost the same complete car (of course Roadgoing) will appear next year.

[treeganart]

Today I offer A Collection of ✨Pandorian Headcanons✨I Have Living In My Brain. Tomorrow? Who knows

*note* I cannot take credit for all of these headcanons!!! Some of them I have just picked up through my many scrollings of tumblr over the years and I literally can’t remember where they originated from / their original creators as some are just well accepted or super old. So if people know their ops please let me know!!

Pandorians have their own forms. My favourite headcanon is when people design Pandoria OCs as Humanoid Entities like it’s just finger licking good. I’ll have a healthy helping of that ty. I want tiefling style, firbolg, Avatar, animalistic ocs pls. I want different races of Pandorian with different cultures and aesthetics and attributes. I also like to think pandorians are Tall. Maybe that’s just me.

Pandoria and Jorvik are inexplicably linked through their realities sitting on top of eachother. And when levels of high energy (like LeyLines) are sitting vertically parallel it mixes their energy flows. People who can harness this mixing of energy can then use it to create rips between the realities (gates/portals/cracks etc). I have stranger things brain rot so I’m kinda going off those vibes. Jorvik sits on a huge ass LeyLine where there is high levels of parallel energy so it’s a melting pop of the two dimensions.

Pandorians can get “Jorvegian sickness” just like how Jorvegians can get “Pandorian sickness”. It’s basically just their bodies reacting to not being in their correct reality for prolonged amounts of time, and not being able to adjust to the different energies of said dimensions. Kinda like radiation poisoning. I read an article posted here like… a year or two about the ACTUAL science behind this and it’s super fascinating!! Ydris (and other Pandorians such as my oc Wren) can exist in our realm by creating bubbles of Pandoric energy around themselves to protect from this illness. Wren uses an infused Pandoric crystal earring as her portable container for this energy so she can constantly walk around with Pandoric energy around her. Her caravan and the circus are also bubbles of energy / safe havens.

Before Garnok Pandorians had thriving civilisations - castles, buildings, villages etc. However Garnok destroyed so many of these communities and spread Pandorian life thinner and thinner. The residue of these forgotten civilisations crumble in the inbetween as seen when we travel between Jorvik and Pandoria.

Things get pulled into this “InBetween” space between realities - sometimes real things, sometimes copies of real things. Reality and energy is highly unstable here and is volatile due to the mixing of energies. This is where a lot of lost things go. Sometimes trees, buildings or sometimes just your missing socks.

After Garnoks initial attacks across Pandoria, the people of the realm tried to fight back. It was a horrendous and long war against this evil tentacle cathulu ass boy, that the Pandorians would eventually loose to. This “Great War” decimated their populations and resources and brought a new era of fear and hiding to Pandorians. Multiple smaller cival wars would break out between communities over disputes in land, boarders, food, resources etc. Everyone was desperate and looking out for themselves. This is why Pandorians are so sparse now a days and always in secrecy wearing masks. Bit of Pandorian history there ;))

Not all Pandorian’s have magic! It’s much like on Jorvik where some are just more adept at controlling and manipulating energy to their will. You can be born with great power that is passed down in generations and can be strengthened with training. But there are also smaller practices of “magic” that anyone can learn with enough guidance and training. Ydris is just a VERY powerful Pandorian - which is one of the reasons he managed to sustain himself on Jorvik without getting sick, and travelled there in the first place. If everyone could do it, Jorvik would have become a safe haven for Pandorian refugees.

That’s it for now!!!! I’d love to hear peoples opinions on these as I’m always open to discussions about Pandoria 😩 we know so little which leaves SO much room for the imagination!!

[thebadchoicemachine]

Red-green colorblind, predator prey, Grey on Grey appearance, usually predator is color blind but prey can be too

Vertical white stripes - lives in forest, breaks up shape

Dark coloring - usually nocturnal

Backwards facing horns - can kill lions on their back by impailing their skull

Horns - defense (male and female) shorter, thicker, straight or back, competition between males/females (usually just one gender) really big and strong, strange shapes, cooling/radiator (long and thin to regulate temperature, spirals) curls a lot,

White desert gezzel - usually endangered

Grazing mouth - wide and flat, like a lawn mower

Brush mouth - thin and narrow, eats branches and brush

Antlers - dead bone, grows and falls off yearly, sheds velvet to grow, fastest growing bone, no nerves or muscles,

Horns - hollow for blood flow, grows for entire life,

Mohawk of fur on back of neck - false target to prevent spine bites

Flab of skin under neck - false target to protect windpipe

Clementine can attaine the adaptations or attributes of the animals it eats, one of the few things that remains consistent are it's bright orange eyes, although it will usually hang around in a base form (the hog, tiger, scorpion look).

There are a species of animal that have the ability to eat the Crimson as well as nuteralize it's affects. Crimson had the species exterminated but not before Clementine ate a few. Now Karl needs to catch Clementine so they can get a sample of the saliva so they can replicate the formula to defeat Crimson.

They can also go aquatic and swim or grow a variety of wings to fly. They also commonly mix up features from many different species from different dimensions.

They tend to be furry, with at least two Horns. Sometimes they will Mimic a local species and join the herd for a while. They never hunt sentient species for fun, only in defense or retaliation. They will very rarely appear in domestic species shapes and in cities, preferring forests and wild areas to hunt.

What do you think?

YO. Clementine’s so cool. What if they eat animals once they go extinct? Playing into its inexistence themes. Sort of in a blending of metaphorical

[leaves-and-inks]

🐇🌾AND IF YOU GO CHASING RABBITS🌾🐇

number three, and the companion piece to every rose has its thorn! so far i’m keeping up with the classic rock naming, though I stretched it a little with this one considering this guy’s a hare, but alas

I struggled with getting the eyes right on this.. not sure if it’s 100% but it’s better than what it started off as, so I see that as a win. Didn’t think this would be the first hate I posted, but it certainly won’t be the last! I love them, they have a stare that seems to stare into your soul, and seemingly bring some sort of omen.. I just think they’re really neat :) I would love to see one in the wild someday!!

There will be more of these coming!! I currently have 3-4 planned, but if I have 4 I gotta make it 5 somehow, so I may stick with 3 for now. I officially finished my finals a few days ago, so I’m hoping for some more consistency this summer!! I’ve got quite a few WIPs I want to finish, along with some other ideas, so stay tuned!! :D

[ID: A hand holding a black and white illustration on tan paper with uneven edges. behind it is a white tapestry with a pattern made up of illustrated green leaves, slightly out of focus. The illustration is a black hare head, with white ink details. It looks at the viewer straight on, its snout pointed downward. it sits in a white circle, it’s nose and ears breaking past the border. All the details and the eyes are sketched in with white, and has black pupils drawn in sketchy, horizontal lines. some fluff of the base of its neck can be seen behind it. In a larger circle surrounding the hare head are vines with roses, leaves, and thorns. the roses are black, the petals drawn in in white. most of the thorns, vines, and leaves are colored in black, but some are just a white outline. the roses break out from a larger circle behind them and the hard drawing, this one being a white outline. Over top of the roses radiating out from the center of the hare’s head are sketchy white lines. the paper is thin, and has creases in it.

image 2: cropped version of the previously described illustration. the photo goes to the edges of the page, and the illustration is centered, with the ends of the top and bottom vertical white lines cropped.

image 3: cropped version of the previously described illustration. the photo goes to the edges of the page, and the illustration is centered.

image 4: close up on the hare’s right ear and the roses, vines, and leaves, showcase details in the white line work. it crops right at the base of its ear, at the top third of its ear. it only showcases the top left quarter of the roses and circles. /end ID]

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #279: COMMAND DECISION

May, 1987

WHO Will Lead The Avengers?

Well, you’ve got some very good options and also Doctor Druid here.

This is a pretty solid roster, and Doctor Druid. I notice that the roster box on the cover has updated to reflect the post-Siege team.

But with Wasp going on a well-deserved vacation, who will lead?

The funny thing about the question is that in the issue, its not much of a contest. Not many of the team actually wants to take the top job.

But who do YOU, the viewer, think will lead the Avengers and Doctor Druid? Print your answer on a self-addressed 8x10 card and put it under your pillow. There’s no reason to do this.

ANYWAY:

Last times in Avengers: the Masters of Evil seized Avengers Mansion and tried to destroy the team. The Mansion is a pile of firewood now, more or less. And Hercules is in a coma. Namor is somewhere in the ocean being sad about his monster girlfriend instead of being thrilled at having a monster girlfriend. And Wasp wants a break.

So Thor, She-Hulk, and Doctor Druid re/join the team. Captains America and Marvel hold over from the previous roster.

A giant fishman named Tyrak attacks Hydrobase, looking for Namor but the Avengers manage to defeat him through the judicious application of swords and infrared radiation. Fishmen hate those things.

With that sorted out, all that remains is to decide who will take over for Wasp.

Hah. Command decision. Clever title.

And now,

a hostage situation.

A man in Atlanta called Joshua Lanning has been hearing voices and the voices have been telling him that his family is demons.

Not great.

Thankfully, Captain Marvel is passing by and pops down to see what’s going on.

The cop police on site has no time for Monica. Because: its still a thing that people outside of New York don’t really take superheroes seriously. This guy sees a woman in a garish costume and tells her he has no time for trick or treat.

So Monica is like okay and neutrinos into the house.

Reasonably, a jumpy dude with a gun who is sure there are demons everywhere that only he can see reacts excitedly to a woman suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

Also reasonably, Captain Marvel appeared in her hologram form so as not to get shot.

Joshua is stunned that shooting her a bunch didn’t do anything and jumps to the conclusion that Monica is an angel!

She neither confirms nor denies.

Captain Marvel: “I’m a friend who’s come to help you... to keep you from doing wrong. Get up off your knees and come with me. I’ll take you to people who will help you!”

Joshua Lanning: “Yes, I must follow the light to salvation! The light will lead the way!”

So she gets Joshua to turn himself over to the authorities.

And then she comforts the kids who aren’t really sure what’s going on.

Annie: “The man said papa is sick.”

Captain Marvel: “That’s right, Annie. He has to go away, to get better. While he’s gone, your mother’s going to need all the love and help you can give.”

There doesn’t seem to ever be follow-up on this family.

Shame. In all the up and downs in public opinion that superheroes and the Avengers have, it’d be nice to hear from someone Monica helped just by talking and also by being bulletproof and glowy.

At the least, Monica has impressed these random Atlanta cops with her actions. One of them saying that until now he thought everything he was hearing about Captain Marvel was just hot air and the other saying that the whole family probably would have died if she hadn’t happened by.

Meanwhile, in New Orleans, parents Frank and Maria Rambeau are sitting and watching tv when Captain Marvel appears on the screen.

She controls the horizontal and the vertical.

Its not plot important, I just think its a neat use of her power.

She beamed into the tv as VHF-radio waves and waited for the commercial so she could imitate a PSA in case her parents had anyone over.

Maria Rambeau: “Mind? Child, you’re the best thing to come over that set... oh... at least, since the Odd Couple was cancelled!”

Monica’s powers are incredibly handy.

Anyway, Monica decides to get her parents’ take on the leadership crisis afflicting the Avengers.

Its nice that she can be open with her parents about whats happening in her superhero life but is she allowed to just tell her parents everything that happens in meetings?

I guess so!

So, at the meeting that last issue ended off with, Doctor Druid is voted in as a new member of the Avengers. Wasp nominated him and the Avengers tend to just accept whoever is standing nearby when they need new members so, yeah, not surprised. It fits the pattern.

Its when Cap(tain America) opens the floor for chairperson nominations that things get spicy.

Captain Marvel nominates Captain America because Wasp left him in charge and he’s very qualified for the job. I hear he has leadership experience.

But Cap(tain America) declines the job because he’s got his own solo ongoing with its own ongoing plot and this is the time in Marvel where that meant something.

Nowadays, Black Panther can get lost in space for an extended period of time during which he loses his memories and it doesn’t seem to affect his ability to lead the Avengers.

I blame Wolverine really.

Being on three teams and having his own solo adventures and guest starring roles and crossovers and the fans ate it up.

You ruined the tight continuity, Logan!

Captain America: “My obligations to my nationwide telephone hotline don’t leave me the time needed to devote to leading the Avengers. Besides, we have another excellent choice on the team... Captain Marvel, I nominate you!”

Excellent decision Cap. She doesn’t have leadership experience but on the other hand, I like her.

Black Knight seconds the nomination based on Monica taking charge during Secret Wars II while Wasp was missing and Captain America got Beyondernapped.

Also, she managed to get Hercules and Namor to behave and that’s an accomplishment.

Captain Marvel: “I’m honored... and I do want to lead the Avengers someday... but, I’m not sure I’m ready.”

Now to mention having the nomination sprung on her made Monica feel anxious.

And makes her uneasy because Doctor Druid is staring daggers at her, thinking “The things I could accomplish, were I to lead the Avengers! If only new members were allowed to take office during their probationary period... but, no matter. I shall bide my time.”

My cursed future knowledge senses are tingling.

Thor also has his own ongoing with his own ongoing plot concerns, like being under a can’t-heal-can’t-die curse that will eventually reduce him to flesh goo pooled at the bottom of his spiffy new outfit.

But he also wants to get this show on the road and given that the one person nominated so far doesn’t seem certain, Thor throws his own name onto the table.

And hey, he’s got leadership experience coming out the wazoo. He’s qualified to lead the Avengers. It’s not much of a thing today when everything is the tug of war between Steve and Tony but Thor used to be a frequent chairman of the team.

She-Hulk objects because she feels like Thor is trying to discourage Monica so he can have the job. In fact, hey, she thinks he’s bullying Monica!

And Thor doesn’t like her tone and Cap has to bang the leadership gavel and tell everyone to calm down.

Since things got acrimonious, Cap(tain America) decided to table the discussion until the next meeting. Which helpfully gives Monica time to sort out her feelings on whether she wants to accept the nomination or not.

Her parents are immediately supportive of her taking the job.

Frank Rambeau: “You’ll be great! Even Captain America thinks so! Captain America! Dang! You can’t turn down an endorsement like that!”

Captain Marvel: “I don’t know, daddy. The chance to lead is something I’ve dreamed of since before I went into law enforcement. But I never expected an opportunity like this so soon.”

Maria Rambeau: “But you’ve always been a quick study, Monica.”

A quick sidebar but maybe the Avengers should have like. More opportunities where someone is put in charge of a smaller group of the team to do a mission or task but basically let them get field experience leading.

Because otherwise, the title is going to get bounced back and forth between the same people who always have it because they’re the only ones who get a chance to get that leadership experience.

Wasp had to basically girlboss a meeting while everyone was feeling awkward about her divorce to get the chance to lead and she did great at it. But if she hadn’t been pushy, would she have ever gotten the chance?

Would Monica now if Tony wasn’t off with the West Coast team and Cap and Thor busy with their ongoings?

Start a membership program, the Avengers!

Anyway.

Monica also brings up that whole subplot where she wants to start her own business because if she takes on the chairwoman position, she won’t have time to do business.

Frank argues that Monica can start her business any time but Maria realizes (because I think she and Monica are in cahoots) that part of Monica’s business plan is to get Frank to take an early retirement from the fire department and go into business with Monica, so he won’t be running into flaming buildings and worrying everyone.

But Mom Rambeau is also torn between wanting the secret business plan to get her husband into something less dangerous and wanting Monica to live her best life so she just tells her to take her time and make the decision that’s right for everyone.

Meanwhile, She-Hulk is realizing that the Avengers leasing an island means the Avengers BASICALLY have a private beach.

AND SHE IS ALL OVER THAT.

Especially because its a decent beach and thus she throws shade at New York’s beaches.

She spots Black Knight already on the beach doing some anime level cutting a thing and having it only fall apart later exercise.

Its about training precision, apparently.

He cuts a granite boulder without disturbing it so he can lightly tap it later and have it fall apart.

Plus, it looks cool.

If the major thing you’re bringing to a team is ‘owns incredibly cursed sword’ you might as well practice sweet anime moves.

She-Hulk decides sweet anime moves are sweet but lets talk plot and pivots the conversation over to whether Captain Marvel will accept the chairwoman nomination.

Black Knight hopes so because she seems the best candidate to him. He doesn’t want it, Cap doesn’t want it, and She-Hulk doesn’t want Thor to have it. Because in fairness to Thor, she finds him too high-and-mighty to take orders from.

Heck, if Captain Marvel doesn’t run, She-Hulk will. Just so Thor can’t have it.

Damn, Jen, Thor’s been team leader before and done an okay job!

She-Hulk: “I mean, how hard could it be? A leader has to be able to delegate and to think fast... I can do that!”

Anyway, political discussion aggros Dr Druid.

Like, he literally just appears out of the surf when She-Hulk and Black Knight are talking about the chairmanship.

This is why people think you’re a creep, Dr Druid.

Speaking of appearing out of nowhere, a giant... gorilla... thing? appears on the beach.

She-Hulk tries to tackle the beach gorilla but falls right through it.

Because it was a psychic illusion that Dr Druid planted in She-Hulk’s brain.

Y’know. As a prank.

Dammit, Dr Druid, don’t make me like you!

Because, like, look. Him pulling a beach prank is the most human thing he’s done so far.

She-Hulk takes it in “good” spirit.

She-Hulk: “Funny, doc... r-e-a-l funny. Didn’t know you had it in you. I enjoy a good gag as much as anyone! But watch your step... you might not like my sense of humor!”

Oh please, please, please let this lead to a prank war within the Avengers.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Captain Marvel decides to visit the prison war of the central New Jersey hospital where Moonstone is being held after she broke her neck flying into a cliff.

Monica feels bad about that whole thing but Moonstone immediately launches into a rant.

She accuses Monica of being here to gloat, blames Monica for her broken neck, and blames Zemo for how things turned out because by god if she ran the zoo!

Monica loses her patience and tells Moonstone that flying into the cliff was her own darn fault.

Captain Marvel: “A fine leader you’d be... always ready to blame someone else! Goodbye, Moonstone! You’ll heal -- but with your attitude you’ll never be well!”

and thinks: “I’ve met too many people like her. They want all the flash and glory that come with power, but none of the responsibilities. How does a person get that way? Visiting Moonstone was a waste of sympathy! There are others much more worthy of my time!”

One of the people more worthy of her time: Hercules, at Manhattan Newhope Memorial Hospital.

Yes, he’s still in a coma.

Chill out, it hasn’t been a day since the last time we saw him.

Monica talks to the comatose Hercules, telling him about Wasp stepping down and Captain America nominating her (Monica) to the position. Wondering aloud whether Hercules would follow another woman leading the Avengers. Whether he could follow any mortal for long.

Eventually, Monica flies off somewhere else to think and misses comatose Hercules saying something in I presume Greek.

If google translate is of any use, what he’s saying is “father.”

Calling a Zeus.

Elsewhere, Monica arrives at Roxxon oil tower #25, the place where she got her powers a few months ago.

Wow, that timescale!

She recaps to herself getting passed over for a captaincy promotion in the boat police, how old family friend Professor LeClare asked her with a South American dictator that was using his research to make a super weapon, how the whole situation ended up FUBAR’d and Monica punched a science machine to stop the super weapon, and was caught in an explosion that gave her powers.

Captain Marvel: “Not long afterward, I met the Avengers... and I’ve been going non-stop ever since! I’ve helped rescue the president... traveled to the Moon, the Sun, and other galaxies... I’ve seen and done things I couldn’t even have imagined a year before! I can accomplish more good in a week as an Avenger, than ‘Lt. Rambeau’ could in a lifetime. But all that good hasn’t come without a price.”

“Being an Avenger is so... consuming! I’ve been on call 24 hours a day. My private life has already dropped to almost nil. What would happen if I were to become chairwoman? I’m starting to realize why the Wasp needed a vacation... and why Cap doesn’t have time to take over full time. Whoever chairs the Avengers has so many responsibilities! Can anything be worth that kind of stress? I’d better have a long talk with someone who’s been there!”

Hm... I hadn’t realized it until Monica just up and said it but I do wish she had more of a supporting cast. Some civilian friends. I do like that she has her parents to talk to.

Now that its been brought up that Monica needs a better supporting cast, I hope she gets a better supporting cast.

Didn’t she have a thing with Agent Freeman? He could be a supporting cast. A love interest or something.

But she probably also needs a non-super friend. Even though She-Hulk is on the team now and she’s a super super friend.

Over at Kozak’s Cavern, a cave high in the Appalachian Mountains, Captain America.

He’s here to save six children and a guide who were trapped in the cavern after an earthquake.

Now Captain America may not have great super powers but he can use his shield as a shovel.

Also, peak human stats but I don’t know if that’s been established yet.

Jokes aside, he heard there was trouble and he came to help because that’s the guy Captain America is.

As soon as the rescue effort clears a hole big enough for a single beefy man, Captain America squeezes through to go look for the trapped people while the rest of the rescuers down under this mountain keep working to enlarge the opening.

And since this is a Captain Marvel focus issue, she shows up to talk to Cap(tain America) and also help once she learns there’s a situation ongoing.

Monica flies ahead to light the way and finds the trapped group.

Soon, Cap and a very bright Monica are leading the group towards the exit.

There’s another tremor though and the ground collapses under two of the children. They wind up on a rock hanging out over a chasm.

Captain Monica goes down (because she can fly) to help boost the kids up to Captain America who is hanging upside down from the ledge above.

They get kid one Joey rescued but kid two Bobbi Sue panics.

Bobbi Sue: “No... please don’t make me! Please!”

Captain Marvel: “I know you’re scared, honey, but you have to do this! Ever climbed a tree?”

Bobbi Sue: “Yes’m!”

Captain Marvel: “Then pretend that I’m a big ol’ friendly tree! Will you do that for me?”

Bobbi Sue: “Ah’ll try.”

But when Monica starts to boost Bobbi Sue, the rock they were standing on collapses into the chasm.

Leaving Monica hanging onto the cliffside with a child on her shoulders.

And probably lamenting that her powers don’t let her fly as her meat self and that she can’t hold anything when she’s made of energy.

I guess the ability to move at the speed of light and broadcast yourself onto television is a consolation but it would be neat to just pick up child and fly to safety.

(But: its also a limitation to Monica’s powers that keep her from being all-powerful so you have ways to write tension into scenes with her)

Speaking of limitations to Monica’s powers, she needs to be conscious to use them.

Monica manages to pass Bobbi Sue up to Captain America but the little foothold she has crumbles underneath her and a rock bonks her in the head.

Captain Marvel plummets into the void.

But nah, she recovers before the bottom and nyooms back up as Shiny Monica.

Hah. Monica the Many Colored.

Anyway, she leads the group out of the cave.

Cap(tain America) tells Captain Marvel that if she hadn’t showed up, he might not have rescued these cave kids.

The whole experience really made up Monica’s mind about whether the pressures of leadership were worth it and she tells Cap(tain America) that she accepts his nomination.

Woo, the Captain Marvel run Avengers!

Oh and one last thing:

A shadowy figure sneaks into Newhope Memorial Hospital and godnaps the comatose Hercules.

And by a shadowy figure I mean that’s definitely Batman.

Dammit, Batman! Stick to your own universe!

Follow @essential-avengers​ in memory of Hercules. Like and reblog, for Captain Marvel!

[dump-o-whump]

Mine — 6: Choir

okok so this is a chapter i’ve had saved and planned for ages, it just happened to be today’s @augustwritingchallenge prompt, too :) djdjd i got lucky i guess!!

content: demon whumpee, angel whumper, pet whump, torture, music/noise torture, sensory deprivation, bondage, gags, begging, handcuffs, chains, death wish, attempted su*cide, choking, burns, religious ideology (christianity), spit

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“Pet.” Mae stepped into the room, immediately waking Eliza, who sat to attention without a second thought in a sickeningly obedient way that made her want to cry. “Up. Now. We’re going out.”

She was clearly annoyed. That’s what made Eliza’s next move so stupid.

“Where are you taking me?” She managed hesitantly as she stood, voice packed with malice.

Mae definitely didn’t appreciate that. She slammed Eliza against the wall by her arm, easily overpowering her, pressing onto her skin as tight as she could. “Did I give you permission to speak, pet?”

Eliza fought back tears. The burns seared through her as she choked down sobs. Plus, the name ‘pet’ made her want to tear Mae’s throat out and strangle her to death with her own goddamn guts. I’m not your fucking pet, and if you don’t stop calling me it then I swear to god—

“Apologise.” Mae demanded. She spat on Eliza, sending a hissing, burning drop down the demon’s face.

Everything about this girl burnt. Her touch, her blood, her spit, even her gaze. Eliza sighed and let her defiant thoughts die as they appeared. It was fucking hopeless.

“I-I’m sorry…” Eliza mumbled, feeling pathetic.

Mae slapped her other hand around Eliza’s throat. “I said apologise, not mumble. Apologise. Now.”

The burns scattered along Eliza’s neck, quickly growing to her face and chest. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I-I’m sorry!” She could barely get words out as the agony reached her mouth.

A sadistic spread across Mae’s face. “There we go.” She let go of Eliza completely, now only holding her by her chain. “Do you have anything else to say to me?”

Eliza didn’t dare answer as she desperately panted. She shook her head slowly and solemnly, not even thinking about looking Mae in the eyes.

“Now, this will be the first time I’ve taken you out. If you misbehave, there will be consequences.” Mae glared over her shoulder, “Do we want another Selene?”

The tears Eliza had been holding back suddenly spilled. She shook her head aggressively, almost breaking out into pleas. Not again. Please, don’t hurt anyone else. Please, I’ll do anything, anything you want, just leave my fucking family out of this. 

“Exactly. Now, if you have any escape plans, you might as well get rid of them now.” Mae shot Eliza a look of rage between her usual blinding grin. “You won’t be going anywhere. And, if you try, I’ll make you regret the day you were born.”

Eliza gulped. That sounded more like a promise then a threat.

“There we go.” Mae gave Eliza a condescending and burning pat on the head. Eliza winced but didn’t

Mae opened the cell door, shoved Eliza out, and slammed it behind them both. Outside was a vertical metal board covered in cuffs for every limb. It looked more like some horrific posture corrections device than a transport one, but the wheels on the bottom and handles at the top indicated it was the latter.

“Get in.” Mae barked. Not daring to show reluctance, Eliza laid onto it, shuddering and trying to cry as silently as possible. She stifled sob after sob as Mae strapped her down. “Good.”

The metal must have been forged with drops of angel’s blood, because it singed just slightly in a way that was more uncomfortable then painful. Eliza let out a squeaky sob.

Mae stepped behind the board and started pushing Eliza. The angel leant into her neck, heat radiating from her proximity. “I’m gonna fucking kill you one of these days.” She said.

Please do.

——

They entered the church and Eliza’s entire soul dropped through her.

She didn’t know what Mae had planned, but it couldn’t be good. There were easily a thousand angels in here. The heat was almost unbearable already, never-mind if one of them actually touched her.

“Wh-What are you gonna do?” Eliza said, unable to stop her voice from shaking. Mae threw her head back and let out a sadistic laugh.

“You’ll see.” She said darkly. That gave absolutely zero insight, so Eliza looked around the room. That was when she saw it.

Half of the church was dedicated to the biggest choir of angels Eliza had ever seen. There were hundreds of them, all dressed in religious robes, holding microphones. Their singing…

Their singing.

“P-Please, no,” Eliza begged immediately, looking up at Mae with horror struck eyes, “I’ll do anything. Please, I can’t- I can’t take it… Whatever you want, I’ll do it. J-Just not… just not this. Please!”

Mae shot her a cruel glare. “Cope.”

“No! You don’t… you don’t understand, please, I can’t! I’m begging you, I-I’ll do anything, just, please, have mercy, please, p-please, please—“

“—I understand perfectly well, pet.” Mae was looking straight ahead now, gaze not faltering even as Eliza sobbed and pleaded.

“M-Master.” Eliza hated having to use the name more than almost anything, but that didn’t matter. She meant what she had said. She would do anything to avoid this. “I-I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you want. Please, Master, please. I-I’m begging you. Don’t… don’t make me do this.”

“Shut up.” She said, coldly, as she tied the gag she had produced from her bag into Eliza’s mouth.

Eliza screamed through the makeshift muzzle. Hot tears soaked her face, desperation swam in her eyes, but no one in the crowd took notice.

That was when she took notice of the crowd. Almost all of them were angels like Mae with demons like Eliza, tied down and pleading for mercy. It filled her with rage, rage that would have encompassed her if she wasn’t focused on her fear.

She felt herself choke on the gag in her hysterical sobs and didn’t care. With her tongue, she shoved it out of her mouth, and let out a guttural screech of terror.

“Stop! No! Please, please, please, let me out of here! Someone fucking help me! Anyone!” She screamed any and every word she thought of. Anything. The majority of the crowd looked over. Angels shot disapproving glances at Mae and fellow captured demons gave Eliza sympathetic looks.

“I said, shut up, scum!” Mae punched Eliza in the mouth so hard she swore she felt her teeth shatter. At least two went flying, her tongue was slit open on her fangs, her mouth suddenly filled with blood. It was a blur. Her mouth immediately went numb. She remembered gasps from the crowd. Then, she passed out.

Not for long enough. It’d only been a few seconds, and now she was horrifically conscious of the throbbing pain in her face. She couldn’t even scream; her mouth was full of blood and agony. The choir hadn’t even started and she was already in the most pain she could remember since the holy water.

“That’s for making a scene,” Mae whispered.

To Eliza’s terrified dismay, the choir opened their mouths and began to sing. It was high and loud and worse than she could have ever imagined. The sound shot into her unprotected ears, boring into her brain and earning a scream no one could hear. It burnt and it stung and it throbbed. Her entire body shook with pure pain. It felt like every injury she had ever sustained combined and more. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t scream, she couldn’t move. She could only suffer.

It felt like holy water had replaced her blood. It felt like angels were touching every inch of her body. It felt like she was being carved up with knives coated in angel’s blood. It hurt. To say she couldn’t take it was an understatement. She would have accepted death in a millisecond, anything was better than this.

She was struggling so hard it felt like she was going to implode. Every inch of her shook in a desperate attempt to escape, but nothing worked.

Until it did.

She had no idea how, or why, but the cuffs retracted, and she was free. She let out a cry as the strongest relief she had ever felt came over her, slamming her hands over her ears and running the fuck away from Mae.

Mae followed and Eliza bolted for the door. She got out and slammed it in the angel’s face, panting as adrenaline flowed through her. Mae burst out of the doors and Eliza looked around desperately. The only escape was up, so that’s where she went.

She lunged for the stone carvings in the church’s walls, scrambling to climb as Mae watched with frustrated shock. Eliza climbed and climbed, sobbing with pure relief as the choir was drowned out. She was far from the ground by the time she stopped. The wind whipped at her hair and tattered shirt, giving her much-needed air.

She heard the flapping of wings — undoubtedly Mae’s — and sobbed hoarsely. She was absolutely fucked. Ah had nowhere to go, this was the worst idea she’d ever had, for shit’s sake.

Eliza looked over the edge of the building. She edged towards it, shaking, and looking. This fall would… probably not kill her.

Without hesitating for a second, she ran and leapt, just as Mae’s head reached the top of the building. Eliza let herself fall and smiled with relief as she air ripped past her. Worst case, she died. She found herself hoping for that. That would be the easiest way to save foeber,

She felt a hand grab her collar and shrieked.

Her eyes burst open to see Mae, features twisted with rage, wings fluttering as she held Eliza in place. “I’m gonna fucking kill you,” She hissed.

Eliza sobbed.

•

woah this was slay

taglist: @whumpsday

[jadesabbat]

I remember when I was in high school, I always absolutely despised pe. Not just for the fact that I was a fat kid in school so I was obviously in hell, but also pe at that school would generally involve a lot of running laps. Now, running for me was very painful at the time, akin to lines of fire across my shin bones, radiating pain with every step. I'd played soccer in elementary and knew that this was not what I was supposed to be feeling, but because a) I was a fat kid and b) walking didn't hurt, my teacher and peers chalked it up to laziness and pressed me into even more laps to make up for it. When I tried telling my parents, they ruled out shin splints (which apparently would feel vertical rather than horizontal), but didn't really have an answer other than that I was just out of shape. So I just had to run on agonized legs day in and day out, tormenting myself with the idea that I was just too damn lazy to not hurt anymore.

Cue college, I haven't run a step in years because why the hell would I, but now my roommate insists on us trying out jogging together. And it doesn't hurt? Like, my throat is on fire because I'm out of shape, but my legs are fine, none of the horrible razors digging into my bones that I remember. In fact, they feel pretty good actually; they're *enjoying* the strain. Weird.

Yeah I later found out that turns out my fucking bones were fractured that entire time and absolutely nobody had bother to check.

Listen to kids when they say they're in pain or I'll break your damn shins

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