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the-girl-who-didnt-smile · 28 days

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Very Rough Sketches for the Warrior God Ogun (Hazbin Hotel)

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I have so many crazy fucking ideas... This is somehow the CRAZIEST one yet!!!

The audacity… The sheer gall to think the Warrior God Ogun belongs in Hazbin Hotel…!

I can hardly think of a single thing that clashes harder with Vivienne Medrano’s artistic vision than the Warrior God Ogun. I do not care.

I’m not even joking. I actually think it would be the coolest thing EVER if the Warrior God Ogun appeared in Hazbin Hotel!!! You want to know why? Because I actually think the Loa would be an extremely fun addition to the cast of Hazbin Hotel, and Ogun is the Greatest of All Time in the entire Voodoo Pantheon. You can’t ask me to put the fucking Voodoo gods in a story and leave the best one out!!!

It’s so outrageous though. The Warrior God Ogun is SO COMPLETELY out of place in a show like Hazbin Hotel! You might as well fucking stick him into Precure!!

No, let’s do this. Let’s actually do this.

Let’s put THE WARRIOR GOD OGUN in Hazbin Hotel, and have him COMPLETELY blow the roof off the testosterone levels of all these fucking twinks in suits!!!!

Everyone thinks he is man until BLACK KRATOS walks in the room!!!

He has to be COMPLETELY OUTRAGEOUSLY masculine too! Ogun is literally the god of masculinity itself! He has to be A LOT more masculine than these shitty doodles I posted here.

The RAW MAN this MANLY MAN MANS!!!

He MANS more MANLY than any other MANLY MAN to ever MANLY MAN!!!

If I were writing for Hazbin, I would (1) actually fucking put this guy in the show (2) spend two minutes straight telling as many jokes as I can about how outrageously MAN this MANLY MAN MANS!!! Just, lampshade the shit out of how RATED M FOR MANLY he is, how he is literally every trope on TvTropes.org related to MANliness! But after those two minutes, you stop with the jokes and just let him shine as the most epic, badass, cool character in all of fiction!!!! There can be no jokes actually made at his expense. It’s just very funny to put a MAN this MANLY in a show that’s just all about singing, shipping, and twinks!!

In all seriousness, I fucking love The Warrior God Ogun. Him and Erzulie Dantor are my favorite lwa in the entire Voodoo Pantheon. In my humble opinion, those two deities embody the good side of Voodoo harder than any other lwa in the pantheon. The Warrior God Ogun is the ULTIMATE example of positive masculinity. He is a hypermasculine warrior and blacksmith god, but he uses his godly, invincible strength to empower those who need it the most. He is worshiped across the African diaspora because he empowers slaves!!! He is this invincible defender of the most vulnerable and oppressed people. HE FUCKING RULES!!! He’s the coolest god ever!!!! He’s by far the greatest blacksmith god from any world religion - COMPLETELY SHITS ALL OVER HEPHAESTUS!!! I’m not where he ranks among warrior gods (there are a lot of really good warrior gods) but it’s probably very high!

For this reason, if you put the Loa in a story, it’s so important to include The Warrior God Ogun. As a group, the Loa should embody the rich tapestry that makes up New Orleans Voodoo, and other traditions in the African diaspora. The Warrior God Ogun embodies the positive side of Voodoo. You need him in there to counterbalance some other people in the room who embody the dark side of Voodoo!

I did a really bad job of rendering him, so let me describe what I was going for with The Warrior God Ogun: He is a hypermasculine MANLY MAN who’s entire body is made out of impenetrable magic iron. He is actually the tallest of the Loa, for he assumes the form of completely invincible, giant warrior god. As the blacksmith god, he can control the heat of his iron. The fire coming out of him isn’t because he’s the god of fire; it’s because he’s making his iron extremely hot, which causes fire to come off of him. The marks on his body aren’t body paint - that’s him making his iron hot enough to burn. A beard of molten iron burns from this man’s face (this is totally my attempt to one-up White D. Beard). The inside of this man’s eyes and mouth are yellow with the heat of his inner fire. These yellow and orange parts should not be a flat color, they should look like molten iron. He carries a giant sword and a giant battle hammer, both of which are on fire (this is totally my attempt to one-up Guts D. Berserk). Because his body is impenetrable, he wears gold robes and light armor. He wears a giant gold crown, and a massive column of orange fire rises from his head.

…That’s kinda just lookin like orange troll hair…

…That’s kinda just lookin like macaroni cheese…

LISTEN!!! I did a really bad job here. He got done even dirtier than Baron D. Samedi!!! I really wish I could spend more time on these doodles, but I have so many ideas I have to time-box them. I just didn’t have the time or talent to do a better job.

You literally need to hire someone who’s sole hyperfixation is MANLY MANS, and throw money at that person until the character design pops off. You’re not done until Gomtang D. P himself is frothing at the mouth over this guy!!

I really hope I come back to this guy and redesign him. This is a super rough first pass at him, and there are several things that need to be changed. Right now he just looks like a generic MANLY MAN but I actually want him to have distinctly African elements to his design. This god is extremely important and he is worshiped across the African diaspora. His sword must have a distinctly traditional design to it. I want his crown to also have a traditional design to it. There is also too much fire in his design. It’s going to confuse people into thinking that Ogun is the lwa/orisha of fire. I was thinking of replacing the mark on his pectoral with a sword crossed with a hammer, since he is the blacksmith and warrior god. The marks on his body really should resemble some form of traditional tattooing or scarification.

...Sadly, this MAN has no shot at actually appearing in the canon of Hazbin Hotel. I’m putting him in my MANfiction instead!!

In my MANfiction, he’s not just this joke character or a side character. He’s actually important to the story for two reasons: (1) He is linked to Alastor’s maternal grandfather (2) He has history with Erzulie Dantor.

The Warrior God Ogun doesn’t have much of a relationship with Alastor; at least, not at first. This is something that I think is very interesting about FTM Alastor. FTM D. Alastor is a walking contradiction. He is female-to-male transgender, but there is a part of him that is extremely afraid of men. Specifically, masculine men. This is the consequence of being raised by an extremely abusive, evil brute of a man. A man more animal than man, Alastor’s father was this huge wall of muscle and bulk that completely dwarfed Alastor and his poor mother. He terrorized both of them, and left physical and mental scars all over his child, who he abused verbally, physically, and sexually. Alastor’s inner child is terrified of masculine men, but because he hates feeling afraid, he has repressed this side of him for his entire adult life. For this reason, the style of manhood that Alastor pursues is not one of physical masculinity, but a gentlemanly persona that is the furthest thing from what his father was like. He disdains people who are aggressively masculine and insults them to their face, because he is actually afraid of masculinity itself and he hates feeling afraid. For this reason, Alastor spends much of his life avoiding The Warrior God Ogun, because the physical appearance of this Loa reminds him of his father. It triggers his c-PTSD. It takes Alastor a very long time to realize the error of his ways. Ogun might look somewhat similar to his father, but he is the furthest thing from him in terms of honor and virtue. Alastor does eventually finally realize that Ogun is actually the furthest thing imaginable from his father. He is the ultimate example of positive masculinity, and Alastor was wrong to have judged him differently.

The Warrior God Ogun is closely linked to Alastor’s mother’s father. Alastor’s grandfather is the exact sort of person that the real life Warrior God Ogun protects and empowers. This is a man who prayed nonstop to this Loa for 10 years without stopping. They have a very close bond, that continued after Alastor’s grandfather entered Heaven. You might be wondering: If Ogun is so strong, why didn’t he just give Alastor’s grandfather the power to be free from slavery? Because there is actually a limit to the power Ogun can grant someone. Much like his fire, his magic is orange. In addition to possessing someone, Ogun can grant someone his power by breathing some of his orange magic into that person’s soul. But Ogun’s orange magic is so fucking powerful that a soul can only contain the tiniest fraction of it. If he breathes any more of his goddamn testosterone breath into you, your soul fucking explodes bro!!!! Baron D. Samedi has the power to create Real Hell; The Warrior God Ogun has the power to cause Real Death. If he gives you too much of his power, it destroys your soul and you experience Real Death. I think this mechanic is metal as Hell, because it implies that there were some men manly enough to make the ultimate sacrifice - they prayed to the Warrior God Ogun to empower them past the limit of their soul, and experienced Real Death as a consequence!

Alastor’s grandfather was a man whose body and spirit were falling apart at the seams as a consequence of being enslaved. He was basically a walking corpse, who should have died ten years earlier than he actually did. If The Warrior God Ogun had given him any more of his power, he would have experienced Real Death, and would have been denied his passage into Heaven. The Warrior God Ogun is the ultimate example of positive masculinity and masculine honor. He would NEVER fucking deny someone like Alastor’s grandfather his well-earned passage into Heaven!!!

When Alastor’s grandfather entered Heaven, he didn’t just become any angel. He became an extremely powerful angel, for he regained every ounce of strength that he had been robbed of as a human. Now that he is an angel, his soul has a much higher capacity for The Warrior God Ogun’s super-powerful orange magic. That’s why his centaur is outrageously powerful!!! He is almost completely invincible and is quite possibly the single strongest physical fighter in all of Heaven.

I wasn’t joking when I said Alastor’s grandfather is - without exaggeration - the fucking WARRIOR GOD OGUN!!!

In theory, Alastor’s grandfather could actually become completely invincible if he prayed to the Warrior God Ogun to fill his soul past its limits. He has such a high capacity for The Warrior God Ogun’s magic that he would actually become completely invincible if his soul was ever filled past its limits. In theory, he could become completely invincible at the cost of Real Death. THANKFULLY, there are never any circumstances where he actually has to do this. There might be circumstances where he asks Ogun to do this, but Ogun always denies him because he is extremely wise, very fond of Alastor’s grandfather, and can always point him to better alternatives.

He literally points too, for he is actually completely incapable of verbal communication. He does not speak, and he does not communicate telepathically like Damballah. He is an entirely silent and stoic giant man, who uses gestures and body language to communicate. Alastor’s grandfather is an extremely powerful Voodoo priest who frequently prays to Ogun. The two have built up a very close relationship, where they can understand each other without even exchanging words.

As an angel, Alastor's grandfather has such a high capacity for Ogun's epic orange MANmagic that I'm pretty sure he is actually stronger than his wife. It is very close, but he would beat her in a fight. Alastor's grandmother is an extremely powerful sorceress who can access the powers of all of the Loa, but her capacity for Ogun's magic is lower than her husband's. Her husband is the man who prayed to Ogun every day for an entire decade. This slowly built up his capacity to store the all-powerful warrior god's magic, which skyrocketed when he became an angel! I don't think there is anyone else in existence who has a higher capacity for Ogun's magic than him. The Warrior God is so fucking strong, he's a fucking problem for ALL of the other Loa!!! The person with the highest capacity for his magic is OUTRAGEOUSLY POWERFUL!!! This is why I think Al's grandfather is actually the strongest physical fighter in all of Heaven, and that he is even stronger than his wife. He has to be one of the strongest angels in all of Heaven!

As a side note, I have been referring to Ogun's fucking testosterone breath as The Ruach of Ogun. He is not silent when he does this. He lets out this RAW RUMBLING RATED M FOR MANLY ROAR when does this!

The Warrior God Ogun also has history with Erzulie D. Antor (Hazbin Hotel), for he is her ex-husband. Anyone who has read the Official Databook for The Loa (Hazbin Hotel) (available on AO3!) is aware that Erzulie D. Antor has a tragic sadgirl backstory. It is genuinely a very tragic backstory, where she experienced the loss of her infant son. This caused her so much grief that she maimed herself and divorced her husband. That husband was The Warrior God Ogun. He is the father of their deceased child. In the beginning, Erzulie and Ogun were both full of joy. They had a very loving and healthy relationship. But sadly, loss caused their relationship to fall apart. This is meant to mirror what happens in the real world, for it is common for even healthy relationships to collapse after the loss of a child. When I said that all the Loa are neither Good nor Evil, I actually lied. There are two Loa who are on the side of Good: Erzulie Dantor and The Warrior God Ogun. Erzulie D. Antor can be very cold when she talks to someone, but if you pay attention to her actions, her actions are always extremely virtuous and motivated by her unparalleled sense of justice. The only other being in all of existence who matched her sense of justice is The Warrior God Ogun. It is for this reason that she fell in love with him in the first place.

(As an aside, I think this would be a funny trait for Erzulie D. Antor to have. She is almost completely homosexual. She is almost exclusively interested in women, unless you are PEAK MAN - the most MAN MAN to ever MAN!!!)

(But the reason she loved him is not because he is so MANly. It is because he is the only other being in all of existence who is as virtuous and just as she is. That is why they fell in love)

Erzulie Dantor and Ogun have this very unique experience as the only two Loa to ever experience grief. There was nobody else Erzulie Dantor could turn to to understand her pain. After she lost her son, Erzulie Dantor divorced her husband as a form of self-harm. She still loved Ogun, but she didn’t believe she deserved to be happy, and the sight of him reminded her of her deceased son. This was completely devastating for Ogun. He was not originally an impenetrable, silent man made entirely of iron. He was a boisterous and joyful man, who radiated with positivity and lifted up those around him. His wife and child were everything to him, but in one stroke he lost his beloved child and wife all at once. After this happened, he suppressed all of his emotions. He became a silent and giant warrior, made entirely of impenetrable, burning iron. He left the other Loa to devote himself entirely to empowering and defending humans most in need of his strength.

Even in his pain, he is MANLY!!

He is the MANliest MAN to ever MAN!! His MANpain is so bad!!!!

MOVE OVER, EDWAR D. NEWGATE!

HERE IS PEAK MAN!!!!!!!!

THE WARRIOR GOD OGUN’S STUPID ASS ALTERNATIVE NAME

If it is offensive to name this cartoon character after the actual deity, I am fine with calling him God Warrior Voodoo instead. “The God Warrior”, for short.

THE WARRIOR GOD OGUN’S BULLSHIT ANIME SUPERPOWER

Sadly, The Warrior God Ogun does not get involved in The Loa Civil War. He left the jazz band because his wife is one of their members, and he is avoiding her, because she broke his heart, when she divorced him.

He is so tragic, in the MANliest way possible!!!

…Sorry, this is just so outrageously funny to me!!! How do we make the GOD OF MASCULINITY himself more MAN than he already MANS?? GIVE HIM MANPAIN!!! I legitimately think this is the only way to make the GOD OF MASCULINITY himself more masculine!

…Anyways, what if he could get involved in The Loa Civil War? This is where this gets really good!

In my humble opinion, the single most fun part about The Loa (Hazbin Hotel) is 100% the goddamn anime super battle side to them. It’s just endlessly fun to think about the shit the gods get up to! The Warrior God Ogun is the single greatest addition to the Shichibukai of Hazbin Hotel that my imagination can imagine. He is the perfect Sixth Ranger to the jazzband/pirate crew.

The Warrior God Ogun wields the ultimate bullshit anime superpower.

His bullshit anime superpower is simply:

I WIN EVERY FIGHT!

That’s right.

He is GARY D. STU himself!!!

If anyone has earned the right to wield the might of GARY D. STU, it is without question The Warrior God Ogun. You gotta pull out all the stops for The Warrior God Ogun!!!

Let’s also break down The Warrior God Ogun’s stats. He does not have the highest Battle IQ or Ruthlessness. Battle IQ breaks down into Battle Experience and Imagination. The Warrior God Ogun is rusty due to having left the jazz band for eons and he does not have nearly as much Imagination as some other people in the room (in other words, lower Battle IQ than Big Papa but higher than Baron D. Samedi). The Warrior God Ogun is the most ruthless fighter in some respects, but he is also the most honorable fighter and is a lot less willing to fight dirty than some other people in the room (in other words, lower Ruthlessness than Baron D. Samedi. His net Ruthlessness is probably on par with Erzulie Dantor and Big Papa, but he is a lot less willing to fight dirty than either of them). Still, The Warrior God Ogun is not to be trifled with, for he has the highest Attack, Defense, and Speed of any of the Loa. On top of this, he is GARY D. STU himself!!! He is a fucking problem in a fight.

But this is the most outrageous, aggravating, enraging part!!

HE CAN FUCKING LOSE!!!!!

There is a man in the jazz band who, when the conditions are right, can do things that are completely impossible:

Baron D. Samedi (Hazbin Hotel) gains the bullshit anime superpower to do things that are impossible when he goes BERSERK. His Berserk mode is triggered when his wife gets killed. Since he would never even think to kill his wife (he really loves his wife!!!) he gets completely fucked on in a one-on-one fight against the Warrior God Ogun.

Literally, every single one of these fools gets WASTED by The Warrior God Ogun in a one-on-one fight!!

But in the event of The Loa Civil War, there is one man who has a nonzero probability of killing the invincible Warrior God Ogun.

San D. Claws can nab the W by running the following gambit:

Big Papa tricks The Warrior God Ogun into killing Maman Brigitte. Normally, Maman is literally unkillable, but even she stands no chance against GARY D. STU himself. When she dies, this triggers Baron D. Samedi’s Berserk mode.

Big Papa teams up with Berserk Mode Baron D. Samedi to kill The Warrior God Ogun. Normally, the probability that Berserk D. Mode Baron D. Same D. i kills The Warrior God Ogun is still low, because that’s still THE FUCKING WARRIOR GOD OGUN!!! But if they gang up on him, the chances of victory increase.

Once the Warrior God Ogun is dead, Big Papa wastes that fool Baron D. Samedi. When he goes BERSERK, Baron D. Samedi’s Battle IQ is very bad. It’s basically zero. He’s screwed in a fight against Big Papa.

This is how Big Papa can fucking win.

NO!!!!! THERE SHOULD BE NO CIRCUMSTANCES WHERE MONKEY D. GARP KILLS THE WARRIOR GOD OGUN!!!!

This pisses me off SO MUCH that I do not think this happens most of the time. Most of the time, The Warrior God Ogun just fucking wastes this fool!!!! He just kills Berserk Mode Baron D. Samedi and then kills San D. Claws when he’s done. But there’s still a nonzero chance that THE WARRIOR GOD OGUN fucking dies to:

Dude, this guy’s got the best shit-eating grin ever!

It’s just WILL OF D. + Dreamworks eyebrows.

I love this guy. I can’t get enough of him!

#the loa (hazbin hotel)#hazbin hotel ocs #ogun (hazbin hotel)#we can pinpoint the EXACT moment MEN peaked!#show me one MAN more MANLY than this MAN!!!#Men peaked with THE WARRIOR GO D. OGUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#commentary

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yuk1-tsukumo · 3 years

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jujutsu kaisen characters as halloween and/or horror characters ✧･ﾟ: * [sfw]

a/n: once again, i have to let u know that these do contain spoilers for certain movies, so view at your own risk. here is part 1, and i hope you enjoy!

w/c: 427

satoru gojo

i feel like this one's obvious, but satoru is so betelgeuse from beetlejuice

he's crude and he just loves causing chaos for other people

he wants to return to the mortal world... to cause more chaos probably?

i mean, shit, he did try to seduce a married woman in front of her husband

even the ending, with beetlejuice stealing the witch doctor's ticket, is something gojo would do

overall, i think satoru is or would be a less manipulative version of him

he just wants to have some fun, even at the expense of others

choso kamo

he's the whole reason i wanted to do this series in the first place

so, hear me out: seymour krelborn from little shop of horrors

he's shy and awkward, but he's also insanely sweet and kind

so what if he's a bit nebbish? he's also the biggest simp to walk this earth

seymour wanting to get rid of some abusive piece of shit reminds me a bit of choso's disdain for naoya and anyone who hurts his brothers

i've always headcanoned choso as a person who loves plants, children and animals, so this fits him so well

second one for him is edward scissorhands

pretty self-explanatory, and i'm sure most would say edward fits better than seymour

he's a shy outsider, and all he craves for is to belong

but he has a beautiful heart & is a big softie

he's a match in looks, too

kento nanami

this was really hard to choose, but i think i'd compare him to clarice starling from silence of the lambs

i can't see him as a horror villain, but i can't see him as the traditional horror protagonist either

in the sense that, he wouldn't be a clueless victim fighting for his life

but someone logical, with a strong sense of justice & responsability, making the choices and sacrifices necessary to catch a killer? i think that's quite nanami

toji fushiguro

also hard to choose, but he reminds me of eric brooks from blade

blade is sort of a vampire—yet not really—who kills other vampires

toji is a sorcerer without cursed energy who kills other sorcerers

so both characters hunt their kind, in a way

but they don't really 'belong' in that society

unfortunately they both have some fucked up family dynamic ☠

plus, they're both badasses who wear black!

and who doesn't want toji wearing a leather trenchcoat?

bonus: mei mei is 100% debbie jellinsky from addams family values and i don't think i have to elaborate on that

#jujutsu kaisen headcanons #spooktober #gojo satoru #choso #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #jjk headcanons #gojo headcanons #nanami headcanons #choso headcanons #toji headcanons #jjk hcs #mei mei

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weirdochick56 · 3 years

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Sin- Steve Rogers AU Chapter Three

Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, set in a universe where Pietro isn’t Wanda’s twin, but her older brother!!!

Disclaimers: I don’t own any MCU plots/characters mentioned.

Word Count: 3, 379 Words

Summary: Y/n finally comes face to face with Biker King and it’s nothing like she imagined. And when she least expects it, the very person she came looking for will find her and all the emotions she has been holding in will come pouring out in unexpected ways.

Read Chapter Two Here!!

Under different circumstances, maybe you would’ve stayed there, in his hold a little while longer. It wasn’t like it was an unpleasant feeling...not in the least.

His hot hands and cool rings contrasted eachother deliciously on your skin and it had actually taken you a while to pull yourself out of your dazed trance, between getting the air knocked out of you and now....

“Oh.”

You didn’t mean to yelp the way you did when your gaze met those of the blonde Adonis that stood before you, but you couldn’t help it. Those eyes...if you had thought they were pretty before, now you could say with absolute certainty that they were utterly showstopping.

Salacious, intense, powerful...you’d never wanted to drown in a person’s gaze more.

He had the kind of eyes you don’t just get lost in, but entirely lose yourself to. The kind that if you stare into too long, you might be swallowed like quicksand. And yet, even knowing this, you couldn’t pull yourself away and had found yourself for the second time in only a short span of time, unable to breathe correctly.

His gaze was steady on yours as well, though unlike you he wasn’t shaken in the least. He was all cool and collected, his eyes searching yours out shamelessly.

And so you stay like that for a few moments, his big hands pressed onto your mostly bare back and your hands gripping his forearms tightly, steadying- anchoring yourself. Though nothing about the piercing power of that gaze was anchoring or even real to you.

Gradually, your heart begins picking up an erratic pace which only spikes when his fingers begin tracing softly over your skin.

The shivers this sends down your spine feels like a slap to the face and you find yourself almost aggressively pushing yourself away from him. He hesitates a bit, but it’s only a split second before his hands are unclasped and off your skin.

Breaking away seems to break the trance-like state you were in and instantly, the embarassment sets in, your cheeks heating up immediately. You bow your head refelctively.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble out of pure shame. Not because of him, but because of yourself.

Why were you acting like this?

I mean, you weren’t normally one to fall for a pretty face because you had grown up around rich pretty boys your whole life.

But he...

You take a cautious peek at him again and instantly regret doing so when you realize the fact that his eyes had seemingly never left you and were now practically glowing with amusement as he watched you closely.

Your breath hitches and you bite your lip, a nervous habit of yours. His eyes momentarily flick down to the action but they quickly return back up to your gaze.

Your eyes are everywhere at once, your breathing labored. ‘He’s too close’, you think to yourself amidst the chaos in your brain.

And he’s too goddam perfect.

He’s all sharp jaw, high cheekbones, silky, messy blonde hair, pink plump lips and piercing blue eyes...every slope and curve and straight edge of his face was all too perfectly harmonious with one another. To say you were in complete awe at the Adonis before you would be an understatement.

You couldn’t breathe.

His plump lips are so pink and full and they’re only highlighted more by his dark neatly kept beard, you have to blink several times to make sure you’re not imagining them. How can a man have such pretty lips?

You had never seen someone this alluring in your life, he wasn’t at all like the pretty rich boys of your town.

He had a naturally intimidating aura to him, in that rough-around-the-edges badass biker way that you shouldn’t be finding this damn attractive.

And then you take a moment to take in his full form. You were right; he was easily a whole foot taller than you, sporting more tattoos than you could count on his visible skin- that was, his collarbone and hands, some of the ones up his arm poking out when he moved.

Unlike most people here who wore kuttes, he was wearing a thick leather jacket with the word, ‘President’ patched in bold black and white on it, but you knew he had his arms fully tatted because you’d seen it that day at the store.

He also wore black worn jeans that clung sexily on his slim hips, chains hanging over the jean hoops and clanging everytime he moved. He clearly loved his black combat boots because it was visibly obvious he used them a whole lot.

His sexy mouth lifts at the corner into an even sexier smirk and you all but come undone when he speaks again. “It’s okay, angel.”

‘Doll’, ‘angel’...

Your brow furrows and before you know what you’re doing...

“Are you in the habit of giving girls you’ve never met pet names, sir?” You blurt without thinking.

The unintentionally sassy words fly out of your mouth before your brain can even catch up, but when it does, your eyes instantly widen and your hand flies to your mouth, clasping over it in complete horror.

You want to die when the excessive attitude in your words sinks in and suddenly you’re all too aware of just how much bigger and intimidating this man was compared to you.

He could snap you, and most grown men, in half without a second thought.

You open your mouth to apologize profusely thinking you’ve offended this (most likely) dangerous outlaw, but you freeze once you see his expression.

He doesn’t seem angry at all, in fact, he’s...laughing? No, it’s not a full-on laugh like the one you’d seen in that parking lot. It’s more airy, more casual.

He was chuckling. At you.

He speaks again, this time amusedly. “Nah, only the pretty ones.”

You’re caught off-guard by the suave of his words and you find yourself profusely blushing once more. You have no idea how to respond to him so instead, you just shake your head, desperate to escape this increasingly flustering situation.

“Okay. Now, if you’ll excuse me...” you offer him a forced polite smile and go to side-step him.

You barely make it two steps before his hand is flying out, gripping your wrist firmly and tugging you backwards. A little gasp flies out of your mouth at the suddeness of the movement and before you understand what’s happening, you find yourself pressed tightly against a wall, shrouded in darkness.

You turn your wide eyes onto Biker King, whose thick arms are now pressed beside each side of your head, caging you in entirely. His long torso is leaning down slightly, so his eyes are directly with in your line of sight.

His scent comes onto you like an avalanche. He smells strongly of leather, cologne, shaving cream, something woodsy yet manly and strangely enough, clean laundry.

It was unlike any scent you’d ever smelt on a man, but somehow it fit him perfectly and you found yourself inhaling deeper than usual, your heart racing at his sudden proximity.

He’s so close, your chests are only an inch or two away and he’s staring straight into your soul, cornering you like a predator would a helpless prey.

“Uh...” you can only mumble awakwardly, still kind of dazed and gaping up at him in utter shock, you can barely hear yourself over the loud pounding of your erratic heart.

Up close, he’s more beautiful than you could’ve ever imagined a person to be and his piercing gaze was honestly dizzying you.

“Why are you here, doll?”

His sudden question jerks you painfully back into reality and you press your lips together, your brows pinching up instantly at his words. The question is so blunt, so sudden, you can only blink furiously up at him.

“I- what?” You breathe shakily, suddenly unable to function at all.

He tilts his head down at you, raising a brow and speaking awfully matter-of-factly. “Well you’re that pretty little thing from that shit-hole parking lot, aren’t you?”

At first you can only blink stupidly at him, not expecting him to recognize you but then it suddenly dawns on you...if he recognized you then-

You gasp loudly, cheeks more fiery than ever.

A knowing smirk grows on his face. “Hey, for what it’s worth, angel, it was a pretty catchy ringtone.”

You bite your lip in order to supress any small sound threating to spill over out of your lips.

His eyes darken when they fall onto your meek movement and he tightens his hold in the wall, inhaling sharply. “Damn...”

Your blush darkens and your stomach clenches at his small, heated mumble that leaves those pretty lips.

Maybe it was the smug little smirk on his beautiful face that bothered you so much. Or maybe it was the way his eyes pierced through you like you were see-through, but either way, you felt trapped.

Like he was a lion and you were some small, distressed powerless prey, unable to escape that watchful gaze.

“I have to go...” you breathe curtly, staring at his mouth from under your lashes as his pink tongue pokes out, sweeping lightly over his lips.

He chuckles sexily. “Oh, nu-uh, doll. You haven’t answered my damn question yet. What’s a girl like you doing here?”

“A girl like me?” You frown.

He laughs, looking away for a second before turning his magnetic eyes back onto you, somehow more intensely than before.

“You and I both know you don’t belong on this side of town, angel,” he whispers meaningfully, staring at your mouth fixedly.

“I-I don’t even know you,” is all you can manage in a shaky voice, feeling like an invisible force is pushing at your chest.

His eyes lazily drag up to your own and he hums thoughtfully. “You don’t have to. You just have to tell me what you want with this place.”

You find yourself reeling back indignantly at his demanding tone despite your nervousness. Just who did this stranger think he was?

“I don’t have to tell you jack shit,” you snap. “Now let me go, please.”

If he’s shocked by your little outburst, he doesn’t show it, instead he laughs lowly, the sound somehow like pebbles scraping against gravel and also like what silk felt on your skin or the way honey squeezes out of a bottle.

The sound was so sexy- a perfect balance of masculine and airy- that it felt like a carress on your skin.

“Oh, you’re definitely not from around here, little spit fire.”

You want to ask him what he means, but before you can, a voice cuts in from behind you both.

“Prez.”

The both of you freeze, but perhaps for entirely different reasons. Biker King looks mildly annoyed at the interruption, and you...

Well that voice sounded freakishly like-

Biker King releases a big breath, smoothly pushing off the wall and spinning around to look at the voice, leaving you to finally be able to release a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in.

You’re still safely hidden behind the much larger frame of Biker King, but you can easily make out about three pairs of manly feet from between his lean, jean-clad legs.

“Sorry, Prez,” the same voice quickly pushes out, but he sounds more panicked than apologetic. “I know you’re busy but...” he pauses, and for some reason you know it’s because of you.

‘Prez’? As in “president”? You found yourself wondering silently.

Tentatively, you step out from behind Biker King, head bowed. “Uhm- I was actually just going so..”

You don’t even plan on looking at them before high-tailing it out of there, but a shocked voice stops you.

“Y/n?!”

Your head snaps up instantly.

And when your gazes make contact for the first time in a long time, you can’t help the tears that instantly pool around your eyes, eyes and nose burning furiously as all the overwhelming feelings and thoughts you’d been suppressing for so long come rushing to the surface.

It was an instantaneous reaction because deep down you had felt he was near and a wave of conflict crashes right against you as you stiffen up.

Your mouth feels dry as you blink the threatening hot tears back. You haven’t seen him in a while, but he hasn’t very much changed appereance wise.

Those eyes were still the warmest blue you’ve ever seen, that hair was still kinky and he hadn’t chopped off his frosty tips.

It dawns on you why you’d recgonized that voice and your heart squeezes tightly as you’re fact to face with him...

Your voice is croaky and breathy when you say his name, but you force yourself to.

“Pietro.”

Steve’s POV

I watch with raised brows as Pietro, or ‘Pretty Boy’ as we called him and my angel -Y/n is what Pietro called her- naturally draw closer together, like being pulled together by some kind of fucking magnetic force, and a surge of anger rises within me instantly.

‘So your name is Y/n, huh?’ I can find myself thinking that her name is beautiful, delicate and feminine like her and that it would probably feel good to say on my tongue.

Bucky and Sam each shoot a weird look my way, as if asking ‘what’s up with these two?’ and I give them a short shrug, quickly turning my gaze back onto the stomach-churning scene developing before me.

Fuck, I hated her being so close to another man, it was inexplicable. I had just met the girl but I already knew I wanted her in my bed- it was like an instinct to me.

Pietro is now within reach of her and I can do nothing but clench my fists as he reaches his arms out, with tears in his eyes appareantly not giving a flying fuck that his brothers are watching this unfold and tugs her small body towards him.

What fucks me up more than anything is that she doesn’t fight him in the least.

I mean it’s clear that they know eachother from their dramatic soap opera moment, but it’s the fact that they look so natural doing it -like they’ve done it so much before it’s muscle memory at this point- that makes me want to kill someone...perferably Pietro.

He buries his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply and I can’t say I blame him. In the small amount of time I’d spent close to her, I’d become addicted to her smell. She smelt nothing like the women I’d fucked over the years. They used cheap off-brand shit, that too potent sweet stuff...but her?

She smelled like wild flowers and vanilla, an expensive, soft, but not entirely inconspicuous scent I would fucking drown in if I could for the rest of my miserable life.

As I watched on, helplessly clenching my fists so as to not do something rash, she shakily lifts her petite arms and wraps them around Pietro, hugging him tightly to her.

Oh. I growl under my breath, unable to resist the pang of jealousy that hits me.

Bucky, my vice president, sends a look my way and I’m pretty sure there’s murder on my face, but all he does is smirk amusedly, the fucker.

But then it gets worse, because Pretty Boy’s hands start wandering, rubbing her back tenderly, up and down almost to her nice round ass. Up and down, up and d-

I see red, and before I know what I’m doing, I feel myself lunging forward, ready to rip them apart.

Except...

“Oh shit!” I freeze when I hear Sam voice all our thoughts at what has just happened.

In the time I had stepped forward, Y/n had suddenly broken away from the embrace, brought her small fist back and clocked Pietro right in the jaw.

We all stare like damn idiots at the loud smack sound, and consequent mixture of grunts and yelps that rings out, but none more than me.

Little spitfire packs a damn powerful right hook, even with her size.

I can see even Bucky, whose the most stoic of us all, is unable to do anything but gape at the scene.

Our shocks lasts very little because in the next second, still cradling her injured hand to her chest, she uses her other free hand to smack him in the head, over and over.

“You asshole!” she hissses, whacking him anywhere she can get her small hand. Pietro is crouched over, arms thrown over his head in order to protect himself.

“Y/n stop!” he demands.

But this only seems to anger her more and she’s attacking him with more fury now. “How dare you just up and leave like that? I thought-” she huffs, pained. “I thought you loved me, you dipshit!”

It would seem my little angel has a potty mouth on her and I can’t help but smirk bemusedly to myself despite the fact that anyone here can tell there’s history there.

Sam and Bucky’s shock seems to have worn off as well and they’re now staring, on the verge of laughter.

It was pretty comical I’ll admit, seeing as she was way smaller than him and still whooping his ass. It was actually pretty impressive considering he was one of my guys.

I snap into action once I remember that she’s injured her hand and that Pietro isn’t fighting back because if he did, he could kill her.

“Sam, Bucky,” I snap, pointing at Pietro with my eyes. They don’t hesitate a single second and instantly capture Pretty Boy in their hold, tugging him back.

I reach out and grab Y/n by her waist, easily lifting her up and away.

“Let me go, dammit! Let me go!”

She wiggled aggressively against my hold, still flailing her small limbs about and yelling like a nutjob, but she’s no match against my strength.

I hug her tightly, pressing her back to me so she can relax. “Settle down, angel,” I whisper calmly in her ear, but she keeps resisting, so I hastily add “If you keep wiggling that pretty little ass of yours like that on my cock you’re going to make me do something I’ll regret later. So I highly suggest you stop. Fucking. Moving.”

I suppress the urge to grin when I feel her instantly stiffen beneath my touch. She finally seems to give up and fall limp against my hold.

I mean, I was only half lying to get her to calm down. Actually, I was already half hard.

‘You are one sick fucking bastard, Steve’ I think to myself bemusedly.

“Y/n?! What the hell is going on?!” Another feminie voice calls out from behind us.

Our necks snap instantly towards the direction where it came from and I frown. A pretty redhead comes bounding towards us, or well, me, looking just about ready to kill me and it is then I realize that I’m still carrying Y/n.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Let her go!” She starts to give me hell, but Y/n suddenly sighs.

“It’s okay Wanda,” she mutters. “He was just trying to keep me from killing-”

“Wanda!” Pietro calls out suddenly and the redhead’s eyes widen, much like Y/n’s had when she had first seen him. She instantly turns to Pretty boy and runs over to him, tears in her eyes. She practically jumps on him and holds him tightly to her.

What. The. Hell.

Sam turns to Bucky incredulously as ‘Wanda’ and Pietro hold eachother like they were the other’s life line.

“Dude,” Sam breathes over to Bucky. “Where the hell is Pretty Boy getting all these babes from?”

Bucky shrugs. “No clue.”

“Wanda what are you doing here?” Pietro breaks away from her, ignoring Buck’s and Sam’s whispers.

“Oh Pietro! I thought you were dead!” she sniffles and I’ve had just about enough of this shit show.

“Enough.” I call out, gently setting Y/n down. I try to ignore her pretty gaze burning holes into the side of my head and focus on the issue at hand, turning my harsh gaze to Pietro.

He gulps audibly because he knows I’m no longer playing around.

“Pietro, you’re going to explain now.”

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sunlitmcgee · 2 years

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A List of Birds for the Avian Characters in Heal What Has Been Hurt

I’m in a bird watching mood yall. Let’s look at some birds that the various avian characters in HWHBH have the wings of, and let’s you all listen to me talk about the birds.

Firstly! Because he is the most specialist of boys, let us begin with the prince of the cosmos himself: Tommy, a teenage golden eagle avian

This here’s a golden eagle.

Look at that. What a pretty birdie. Now, this here is a JUVENILE golden eagle.

and this here is an adult in flight to compare their wings. notice anything particluar?

that’s right! young golden eagles have little white bits on their undersides! These turn darker as they get older, and because HWHBH!Tommy is still a baby birb, he has the white patches under his wings, too! :D

Now, onto Eryn, whom is a black falcon avian with a robotic prostetic for a left wing

what a baby. their eyes are so big. so very round. they are swelled with kindness and the urge to make little dragon boys pissed just for the lolz.

I chose a black falcon for HWHBH!Eryn for a few reasons, most of which fall in the “it is a cool looking bird with real niftly looking wings. plus it’s a falcon, and falcons a fucking badass.”

also! Tommy being an eagle and Eryn being a falcon is a neat lil contrast. Both belong to the same bird of prey family, but they’re still very different and have led drastically different lives. Is neat :) I like it.

Beauty is a magpie. She is a magpie because magpies are neato. Also the black and white goes well with her shiny green eyes.

here’s a magpie with wings like her’s going out on a stroll. Where are they strolling? Nobody knows...

HWHBH!Phil’s a crow because crows are symbols of death in many cultures. him being a crow should make him smart and cool, but instead he’s just gross, and also very bigoted

imagine this very beautiful creature without any of the grace, mystic, chunning, cleverness, or general cool-factor that all crows possess. Make it withered and make it gray. Make it be a bitter and smarmy and vindictive piece of shit that has never cared for a single other person’s well being in its entire life. Make it a shitass husband and an ever worse father, and sprinkle in some none too subtle fake ally flavored bigotry, and lo, you have HWHBH!Philza. He is not a very pretty crow. This one is tho. It’s fluffy, too.

He hasn’t shown up yet, but HWHBH!Quackity is a Mexican duck! Both cuz their wings are very pretty, and cuz the idea about the Hispanic-coded ducky man being related to a bird native to the general Mexico-esque area equivalent(the version of which that exists in the HWHBH setting he most likely grew up in before moving to the SMP) made me giggle and want to play out on the naming convintion behind our beloved Mexican Dream. Also! It makes sense that avians whose ancestors settled in specific parts of the world with certain species of birds would adapt to mimic them and take on similar traits. HWHBH!Quackity’s family likely lived in an area with lots of Mexican ducks, other water fowl species, marshy wet terrain, and big bodies of water, so lo, they became the ducks so that they could better adapt to the marsh enviroment. Or something like that. IDK I just thought it’d be neat.

they have shiny wings. very pretty birdies!

speaking of Mexican Dream...he was a scarlet macaw. May he rest with Mamacita <3

and finally, HWHBH!Wilbur was an osprey. what a bird.

....

...i lied. there’s still 1 more. a character you’ve all had named one time and one time only is a woodthrush. she’s gonna happen. soon, mayhaps

this has been birds with me, SunlitMcGee

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oceanspirit9 · 3 years

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PROMOTE SHANG-CHI, YOU COWARDS!

I just came across a post that said Shang-Chi isn’t even trending. On its opening day. And I am speechless.

After seeing it last night and leaving the theatre completely awe-struck, I, as a devoted Marvel fan, just have to speak up on this.

Some Spoilers Ahead

First off, Shang-Chi and The Legend of The Ten Rings is a visual masterpiece, rooted in symbolism and folklore. There isn’t a single setting that does not envelop you, from cozying up for breakfast at Katy’s and cruising down the so very picturesque backdrop of San Francisco, through the bustling neon cyberpunk dystopia of Macao, to the glorious effervescent hidden heaven that is Ta Lo.

Tales. So many of them. Tales of war, tales of peace, tales of honour and betrayal, of love and deception. Of family and tradition. Oh, to have grown up with legends of the bravery of scaly fire-breathing Tianlong, of the grace and wisdom of the jiuweihu (or as we’ve come to know it, the nine-tailed fox), of the might and perseverance of the guardian shi (the traditional Chinese lion). Shang-Chi and The Legend of The Ten Rings is kind to the spirits, allowing you to fall in love and lust for more.

Family, as it is deeply rooted in the Chinese (and generally Asian) culture, is the focal point. However, not in a bland, obvious or tedious way. Yes, the family as a private unit is there, a beautiful bond strong and desired enough to give up immortality for. However, family can also be a friend, or a tribe of graceful peace-seeking warriors. Family can be a faceless spirit in a secret dungeon. Family is a concept, entirely built on love and trust, and on respect. And family pushes through, family stays together and fights for one another.

Fight sequences. Sharp, brilliant, cut-throat, fast-paced and never boring. I gasped when I learned that Simu Liu has knowledge of taekwondo, gymnastics and Wing Chun, tai chi, wushu, Muay Thai, silat, Krav Maga, jiu-jitsu, boxing and street fighting. Martial arts are, in my humble opinion, one of the most stunning visuals one could make use of in a movie.

The weaponry - exquisite. The staffs, swords, daggers, arrows, and tons of them, were absolutely glorious.

The characters.

Shang-Chi, with his brilliantly devised American alias of Shaun, is a rather complex individual, although it may not appear as so at first glance. Because Shaun is a goof, a loving, respectable, brave cinnamon roll of a man, who also struggles with his past mistakes. Simu Liu is a charmer, a lovable nerd, a treasure. He just lights up a room, on or off-screen.

Awkwafina is iconic, I think we’ve already established that. She encapsulates this wild spirit and translates it into the bestfriend we all deserve. Yet she isn’t without depth, for she is also capable of being a full-fledged warrior.

Meng'er Zhang is a badass, but not one without values. She does what she does not simply out of spite or for revenge. She is intelligent, calculating, but also full of love, for her brother, for Ta Lo, for all of those who have been wronged. She gives Xialing the qualities of a true girl-boss, a leader, and masterfully at that.

Michelle Yeoh portrays Jiang Nan with such ease, as if peace and tranquility are her second skin. Jiang Nan is a graceful leader who knows her worth and knows how to instill respect in others. But she is also a woman with a delightful sense of responsibility, of belonging, of righteousness.

Tony Leung. Legendary. Being the bad guy isn’t easy. Yet he makes it appear so. Tony Leung shows us how important it is to bow down in the face of love, that no might is stronger than that of the purity of that emotion, that violence is never the answer.

Fala Chen. A kind, nurturing badass. The woman with the power to tame evil. Wenwu did not fall for her based on her looks. He saw in front of him a fighter, graceful and elegant and peaceful, yet strong enough to take him down without breaking a sweat. Ying Li is the epitome of a woman, one willing to do whatever it takes, be it to engage in a pre-determined fight and sacrifice herself for those she loves.

Simu Liu, Awkwafina, Meng’er Zhang, Michelle Yeoh, Fala Chen, Tony Leung and every single cast member deserve so much respect, for what they are and for what they represent. Because the representation in this movie is phenomenal. I wish for all the little kids to recognize themselves in any one of the heroes on the screen, to know that they are not alone and that they matter.

Shang-Chi and The Legend Of The Ten Rings has been compared to Black Panther in its impact. And rightfully so. When something is done right, it shows.

Thank you, Shang-Chi for taking a stand.

Now, it’s our turn guys. Let’s give Shang-Chi and The Legend Of The Ten Rings the love, hype and recognition it deserves! 🐉❤

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Angel’s Girl

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Angel wants everyone to know you’re his girl. Also, part of a request from @brownsugarcoffy/ Hi! I don't know if your taking any request, but I saw this picture of this necklace with Angel on it. I was wondering if you would write a imagine of Angel Reyes giving the reader a necklace with his name to claiming her as his old lady and now Angel now wants to only see her wearing his name as they make love. I really adore your writing and know you will do it justice. ❤

Warnings: A lil angst, a lil smut, a whole lotta fluff and cheesiness.

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At some point, you and Angel knew you had a forever kind of love. The kind of love where you get tattoos expressing that love. When it was your two-year anniversary, he propositioned the idea.

He showed you the sketches he drew of your name. He was so excited, that it physically hurt you to burst his bubble. “Angel, I love you, but there’s no way I’m getting your name tattooed on me.” Angel grabbed you by the back of your neck and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I know, mi dulce. You’re too practical for that, so that’s why I drew you these.”

Moving his page of his drawing of your name Angel revealed a sheet of paper full of angel wings drawings. The one in the center, immediately caught your attention. “That one! That’s the one!”

“Yeah? You like it?” He asked nervously. Angel had only shown his drawings to you and EZ. He was too insecure to share them with to anyone else.

“Duh! And I’ll get ‘em on my fingers and go like this,” you flicked your wrist. “And tell them my super amazingly talented boyfriend drew them.”

“Handsome. Your super amazingly talented handsome boyfriend.”

“Oh, how could I forget!?” You smacked your forehead. “It’s okay, I forgive you.” He kissed your temple and listened to you plan when you and he would get the tattoos while he rubbed the ring finger you flicked at him earlier, thinking how well it would look with an engagement ring.

Angel just loved how you showed off your tattoos. Or better yet how you explained the meaning behind them. Club hang arounds? You flaunted that shit and in the next breath you threatened to punch them dead in the face if they ever disrespect you by flirting with Angel. Dudes hitting on you at the bar? You shot them down with the quickness and told them you only belonged to one person and fluttered your fingers like you were already married.

But one day the tattoos weren’t enough. Angel didn’t know what it was, but he knew he needed something else to say you’re his. An engagement ring was out of the question because he had yet to find the perfect one. Luckily, one day he stumbled onto a heart locket that had his name engraved in it and he knew that was it. That would show everyone you were his old lady.

When he brought the necklace to you, you were automatically in love, but you also had to tease him. He was practically going all caveman on you when he requested you always wear it. “Damn Angel, I might as well get your name tattooed on my forehead.”

“Angel!” You hit him as he was seriously mulling over the idea. “I’m just kidding, querdia. We want to take attention away from your big ole forehead not bring more to it.”

With your forgetful self, one day you forgot to put your necklace back on after the gym. That didn’t sit well with Angel, especially since you and him weren’t on the best of terms.

“Where the fuck is your necklace, Y/N?”

“In the car. I forgot to put it back on.” You set down your gym bag, went into the kitchen and got you a bottle of water.

“You forgot? Didn’t I tell you to keep it on at all times?” His insecurities were flaring up, driving him to be crazily possessive.

“Angel, I’m not your damn property! When you get that through your thick ass skull give me a call!” And with that you ran out the door with him calling after you was cut off by you slamming the door and running into your car.

That’s how you ended up at the bar, listening to some lame pickup lines.

“Angel, that’s a pretty name.” The guy pointed to your necklace.

Soon as you decided you were going to the bar you put the necklace back on. “It is.” You replied in a monotone voice, keeping your eyes straight ahead. He didn’t take the hint that you were not interested and continued to talk to you.

When you raised your glass to take a sip, he noticed your tattoos and made some corny joke. Somehow, he kept going even though that was like the fifth joke you didn’t laugh at.

From afar Angel was watching the interaction partly amused and partly jealous. He wanted you to tell the guy get lost, but he could clearly see your annoyance and it was funny to him. He decided he’ll let it go on for a little while longer to let you suffer some more unless it got out of hand.

“So, Angel what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?” The stranger was about to put his hand on your thigh, but he finally picked up on some social cues and stopped himself. “I was enjoying my drink and my name’s not Angel.”

“What? It says it right there.” He pointed to your locket. Oh, this man was dumber than you thought. “Doesn’t mean it’s my name.”

“Then whose name is it?” He got defensive, he didn’t appreciate being made a fool of.

“Her boyfriend’s.” Angel finally decided to intervene when he saw the guy become agitated.

The sleazebag was about to be Billy badass, but then he saw Angel’s kutte and became a stuttering mess. “Sor-so-so-sor-sorry man, I didn’t know she was your girl. My bad.” He didn’t even give Angel time to threaten him. He ran off afraid of what could happen.

“Took you long enough off.” Halfway through your one-sided conversation with your unwanted suitor you saw Angel’s reflection through the bar’s mirror. “You knew I was here? Why didn’t you stop him?”

“I thought you would.”

Angel took your glass and drunk the rest of your drink. “Nah, it was too much fun seeing you suffer.”

“Asshole!” You playfully shoved Angel.

He started to laugh but it eventually died down. “I’m sorry, querida.”

“For being an asshole at home or being one here?”

“At home. That shit here was too funny.” He backed away before you could hit him again. “Seriously though, I’m sorry. I don’t think of you as my property. Yeah this,” Angel moved in closer to grab your necklace, “it means you’re my girl, but the deeper meaner is that you own my heart.”

“So that means I’m not your whore you can fuck however and whenever you want?” You asked with a smirk.

“Check, please!”

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Angel had you twisted up like some damn pretzel, but you loved it. As soon as you got home, he got on his knees and made you cum three times with his mouth and he would’ve gone for the fourth if you didn’t beg him to fuck you.

“Shit! Who’s pussy is this?” Angel was pounding into you, his eyes were focused on your locket swinging against your neck. “It’s yours Daddy!”

“Damn right it is.” He took your left hand and sucked your ring finger. With his hand he took a hold of your neck. “And next time some little bitch tried talking to you, you shit that shit down. You understand me?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered with tears streaming down your face. Angel was too good at this. You could feel another orgasm mounting up and it felt like it would be the most powerful of all.

Angel noticed you trying to hold back your orgasm because he didn’t give you the permission to cum. “Good girl.” He praised you, leaning forward until your foreheads met. “Daddy’s making you feel good?”

“Yes,” you nodded your head, “You’re so big, I can feel you deep in my tummy.”

He pressed a hand to your stomach. “You’re right, princesa. I’m deep in them guts. But can you do me a favor baby girl?”

“Anything for you.” Angel smiled against your neck. “Cum all over daddy’s cock.” And just like that you did. You screamed Angel’s name at the top of your lungs almost drowning out his own shouts of pleasure.

After that thorough round you wanted to bundle up and go to sleep but Angel made you get up. “Hygiene over comfortability,” he said.

As you went to use the restroom, he changed the sheets and started the bath. Just before you joined him in the tub, he handed you your shower cap. It was blissful silence as you two cleaned up.

Again, Angel was rubbing in your left ring finger. Ever since you got the tattoo there, he’s been obsessed, but he never gave the same attention to your middle finger with the other angel wing.

“Angel?”

“Yes, querida?”

“Why do you keep a hand on my ring finger?”

“Man, I thought you were the smart one of us two.” You splashed some water his way and he quickly apologized knowing you could start a splash war like nothing.

He brought up said finger to his lips and kissed it. “Because I can’t stop imagining how good it’ll look with a ring on it.”

His answer appeased you which led you to your conditions of your proposal. Angel listened eagerly and ingrained each requirement in his head. There was no way he was gonna mess this up.

He hadn’t been shopping for it, he just accidentally stumbled on it while at the mall. Weeks later, Angel finally found the perfect engagement ring for you. He was so excited that he planned to propose that night, but your nails weren’t done and one of your requirements were to make sure your nails weren’t ‘raggedy’ as you would put it.

Then another couple of weeks later the opportunity presented itself. You were on your lunch break and you came to the clubhouse to spend it with him and the guys. Your mouth was full of tacos like chipmunk cheeks while you yelled ‘No fucking way!’ at Coco and Angel thought there was no one he rather spend the rest of his days with.

He did a quick check of your nails and they still look good from the day before. Yeah there were people around, but it was people you and him consider family. Your hair was done, and you had a nice outfit on, so all the boxes were checked.

“Querida,” he called out to you to stop you from arguing with Coco.

“Yeah babe?” You turned to him and found him on one knee. “Oh my god!” You jumped up and started wiggling around doing some weird celebratory dance.

The guys turned to see what was happening and they all cracked a smile. “About damn time.” Coco slapped the back of Angel’s shoulders. The rest of the Mayans came out with their guns out when they heard your screams, but quickly put them away when they saw what was happening.

Each time Angel tried to say something you would just squeal and continue dancing, not giving him a chance to get one-word in. “Prospect, get her.” Bishop ordered, seeing how uncomfortable Angel was getting from kneeling on the gravel.

EZ wrapped one arm around your shoulders and the other over your mouth. “I know you’re excited to be my sister-in-law, but you can’t say yes if he can’t ask the question. So, can you be quiet and be still?” You nodded your head fervently and EZ released you.

“Thanks, bro.” Angel cleared his throat before looking at you. He was getting nervous again, but then he saw how you had to contain your excitement and he was overwhelmed with love again. “You know I’m not good with words and shit, but I’ll try. You’re my everything, Y/N. You’re my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night. I honestly can’t think of my life without you because it would be too depressing. God, I hope this isn’t too corny, but here it goes: what’s the point of an angel if there’s no heaven? So, with that being said, Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Angel was lucky he started to stand up because you tackled him once he slid the ring on. He was attacked with kisses all over his face and he wondered how could he had been worried about you saying no at all.

“You know you’re gonna be stuck with me forever, right?”

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine with that. What’s the point of heaven if I don’t have my Angel with me?” Forever with Angel sounded like paradise and you couldn’t wait.

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The Book of Boba Fett Episode 3

Welp. That didn’t take long, did it?

Episode 2 really got my hopes up for Star Wars to do right by the Tuskens, the clones, fans of color, indigenous fans, and Temuera Morrison himself, by showcasing the Tuskens as a people and a culture and individuals to be respected.

And then turned around and in the next episode threw that all in the trash.

I say all this as a white person, but one who follows many fans of color who were over the moon about episode 2. Posts for days, almost a whole week, about how much last week’s episode meant to them as indigenous or AAPI fans. And today, the second day after the new episode? It’s crickets about TBOBF, following a small burst of short, heartbroken posts.

And that breaks my heart. And makes me angry. Enraged, in that impotent, helpless way that that makes it hurt even more. So I’d like to make a longer post, because I think it’s important for there to be an in-depth explanation (such as I can give, from my admittedly limited perspective) explaining why episode 3 was so upsetting.

I’d love to talk about the things that were interesting/cool about this episode (the rancor, the half-naked fight with Krrsantan, the clearly skeezy moisture farmer guy), but honestly? I felt sick the moment I saw the black smoke and didn’t stop through the end of the episode. In fact, it’s pretty much killed my excitement for the next episode, and I’ve been looking forward to this show for a literal year.

Because this isn’t just about not liking the direction the story went, i.e. much-loved characters dying. It’s not even completely about the tired, disgusting trope killing off of an indigenous group, although that is most definitely a large part of it, especially after the deep (but still not deep enough) dive into the tribe we got in episode 2.

It’s about the direction that the real-life, human writers took, and the choice to not just use a tired, offensive, hurtful trope, but to not even use it well. Because the slaughter of the Tusken tribe happened almost completely out of the blue (Boba left for what, a day??), and off-screen, and quickly. We see a bunch of dead bodies, but none belonging to the attackers -- you’re telling me that zero bad guys were killed by the Tusken warriors? We don’t even see all the Tusken characters we care about (the badass warrior? the Tusken kid??). Boba is sad for all of what, two minutes, tops? And then bam, moving on!

What kind of offensive, bullshit, lazy-ass writing is this? Because the shift, not only in the narrative but in the tone, was so drastic I felt like I’d missed an episode, or at least a chunk of one. (But hey, thank goodness we spent so much time with that lame, slow-ass chase scene with the brightly colored SW Vespas.)

And I still feel sick, and discouraged, and disappointed, and uninterested, and ANGRY. On behalf of all the people I know and follow who felt episode 2 was a gamechanger in terms of representation, not to mention a sign of improvement, of good and even better things to come.

It’s possible, I suppose, that we haven’t seen the whole story yet. That the flashbacks are incomplete, or Boba’s knowledge is, and that many Tuskens did survive and there will be a victorious return, etc. But I’m not holding out hope, tbh.

And it’s such a slap in the face to all the fans and actors of color, and especially Temuera Morrison and the people who contributed to such good representation in episode 2. Because it could have been better -- we saw it last week. And a choice was made to actively NOT continue such good representation. That’s what hurts most of all, I think.

I’ll watch the rest of the series, but mostly to see if the aftermath/follow-up makes things at all better. My previous excitement is pretty much gone (and I was pumped, people, you have no idea). Honestly, I’m having a hard time getting attached to any new characters, no matter how much screentime they get, since the Tuskens got most of an episode and they got wiped out. I don’t have the emotional or mental energy to invest in anyone else.

And, as a white person, what I’m feeling is a minuscule fraction of the anger, disappointment, and betrayal that indigenous fans and other fans of color are feeling after this episode. I’m angry and heartbroken for them most of all.

#tbobf #tbobf spoilers #spoilers #the book of boba fett #tbobf meta #tbobf episode 3 #racism tw #my meta #personal feelings

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Gideon the Ninth Book Review

Gideon the Ninth Book Review by Tamsyn Muir

It would be only a slight hyperbole to say that a million people have either recommended this book to me or have told me to read it. I’ve heard for years now that this book is incredible and extremely well written and beloved by many. So, if that’s the case why did I wait so long to read it?

I don’t have a good answer. Sometimes a book is on your radar, but either the time isn’t right, other books take priority, or in my case, it’s adult fiction and I held slight trepidation that I wouldn’t love it as much as everyone else in the world seemed to.

Thank goodness, that didn’t end up being the case and I’ll get into why in a moment.

First, Gideon the Ninth has the most amazing descriptive sentence belonging on any front cover of any book ever.

I shall put it here for prosperity and awe: “Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted gothic palace in space!” -Charles Stross.

Now, I don’t know who you are Mr. Stross, but that has to be the best sentence written in the English language since its conception. If that isn’t enough intrigue for you to crack open the novel then I truly don’t know what is or what it would take.

That being said, Mr. Stross wasn’t entirely accurate, but that’ll be clear soon enough.

The novel surrounds our main protagonist, Gideon Nav, or, known as Gideon the Ninth, the primary cavalier to the Ninth House necromancer. Essentially, this world takes place in a different solar system with its own sun star known as Dominicus as well as nine planets also known as the Nine Houses.

Each House has a specific specialty for what is known for, and as summarized helpfully, but also overwhelmingly, at the beginning of the novel, the Ninth House is also known as the keepers of the Locked Tomb, House of the Sewn Tongue, and home to the Black Vestals.

This meant nothing to me at the beginning and quite truthfully, I still struggled to remember throughout the novel who belonged to the Third House, or the Fifth and what that quite meant, as once again, each House has a reputation and expected skill set that precedes them.

Not to say that it was poorly written because it wasn’t. Muir just has a lot of characters with specific titles and while she actually does quite a good job of categorizing them and helpfully reminding you who is who, I still struggled with just the sheer amount of information and people.

Normally, this would be a massive criticism, like it was with the cast of characters in Lore but in this case it’s not Muir’s fault. She’s giving me all the information necessary to understand. It was just my brain that struggled trying to recognize and categorize everyone. If anything, I’m excited to re-read Gideon the Ninth and have it sink in like a second skin eventually.

Having this large cast of characters, the book revolves around each of the Nine Houses (except for the First House) sending their best necromancer, a wielder of both thanergy (death energy) and thalergy (life energy) in the form of a House Adept, someone who is able to wield this kind of energy either in bone magic, flesh magic, or spirit magic.

In accompaniment, each Necromancer Adept has a primary Cavalier, a trained fighter that is both protector, companion, and often, necessary energy suppliers to their Adept in both horrendous and acceptable ways.

The goal of these pairs, having been sent to the First planet, is to become a Lyctor, an immortal servant to the Undying Emperor. The catch is that once the Necromancers and their Cavaliers arrive on the First, the shuttle departs and they are trapped in an abandoned, dilapidated, once-regal and great mansion that boasts hundreds of floors, secret doors, and mystery upon mystery.

Each pair expects a streamlined process to Lyctorhood once they arrive, a methodical procedure, perhaps some training, and ultimately a test. What they don’t expect is a mellow man by the name of Teacher that claims to know nothing about the process himself, but is the overseer of the First.

What follows is a mind-boggling search to become a Lyctor and unravel the mysteries of the haunted palace. What the pairs don’t expect is the death of their own, gruesome murders at the hand of someone in their very own positions and an evil danger beyond any of their imagination lurking in the mansion.

This novel was a great concoction of mystery, action, interpersonal relationships, character growth, dazzling descriptions, and world building.

The world of Dominicus and the Nine Houses is expansive and rich, something that I haven’t been able to sink my teeth into, and not for lack of trying, but because it is so deep and so layered that I simply need to take several bites to get it all down.

The mystery is fulfilling and strangely, to me at least, reminiscent of a game called Danganronpa. If you know what that is, and even if you don’t, it centers around the idea of a murder mystery, but where the killer is one of your own and the mystery is trying to figure out not ony the who, but the why of what they are doing, amongst a slew of other deadly riddles.

Gideon the Ninth is the same. As people continue to get picked off and brutally murdered, as a reader you find yourself trying to puzzle out not only who, but why someone would commit such atrocities and the motivation behind it.

The plot itself of Gideon the Ninth was extremely satisfying and alluring. There were times where I personally found that novel bogged down with excessive description, but it was usually broken up with Gideon’s personal brand of crass humor, a very much needed breather with the expansive exposition, that, while extremely well done, well researched, and well written, did get a tad boring from time to time for me personally, even if it allowed for clear imagery as well as adding to already well formed world building.

In addition to the plot, all of the characters were well done and as fleshed out as they could be considering the amount of characters involved. First, even though this is set in a fantasy sci-fi setting, each of the characters seemed realistic and like they could potentially be real people.

A large criticism of books I often have, especially in YA, is that the characters often come across like caricatures, and not real flesh and blood humans with both positive and negative qualities.

Each character, some developed more than others, have both flaws and strengths, even the main characters, which I highly appreciated. Not only does it make the story more real and palatable, but it also is just more interesting to read about as it’s actually based in humanity and the nature of human beings rather than some perfect carbon copy of one.

Gideon as a narrator was hilarious. She was often crass, blunt, horny, humorous and ignorant. But on the other hand, she was also an extremely talented fighter, actually very sweet deep down, forgiving, and loving.

This mix in a main character was a welcome one in addition to making Gideon feel like a real person, despite all the bone magic and necromancy, and often her thought process and dialogue made me laugh out loud.

Another main character, Harrowhark Nonagesimus (What a name!) is Gideon’s Necromancer and main companion. She’s bitter, rude, spiteful, and ruthless. She’s also hardworking, intelligent, and stubborn.

If you’re catching the pattern here, Muir isn’t just writing archetypes and passing them off as characters. She’s writing complex and nuanced personalities that are intriguing and interesting and well developed.

I could get into the other plethora of characters like Camila, Dulcinea, Palamedes, Magnus, Judith and so on, but this review would be a thousand pages long so I’ll just settle for saying that every character was well done and lovingly crafted and not one of them, even the annoying ones, were characters that I hated.

One important thing to note was Muir’s writing itself. It was incredible. Such descriptions! Such characterization! Such detail! Such vocabulary! I was supremely impressed with her writing as a whole and often found myself having to look up words that I had never heard of in my life (always a welcome change of pace). I was blown away by her sheet talent and creativity.

The last two things I have to note might get me in trouble.

One, the ending for me was...bittersweet. For fear of spoiling someone, I won’t get into details, but I found it both lacking and simultaneously making absolute sense. I wanted both more and yet, found that everything was just enough. It’s hard to put into words, but if you know, you know.

I do have a slightly sinking feeling though that the ending twist will somehow be undone in the sequel. I don’t know if this is true (although I will eventually find out), and I can’t decide if I’m going to be happy or dismayed by it.

Such conflicting feelings are in of itself homage to Muir’s skill as a writer and the complexities of her tale.

Lastly, the one aspect that might get me into the stickiest of predicaments: Harrowhark’s and Gideon’s relationship. I don’t know if I like it or not. On the one hand, I absolutely love it. It's a hate-to-love slow burn, which really is the only way an OTP makes its way into my heart. I love that they’re so different and yet so compatible, one flesh and one blood and all that other nonsense.

They see each other as equals, as adversaries, and I adore that dynamic in any pairing. I also love the F/F representation of some badass women and that they’re not traditionally attractive and beautiful.

One of my favorite lines came from the end of the book where Gideon describes Harrowhark’s face as, “bitter” and “hateful”. I just love when characters aren’t conventionally gorgeous and yet beautiful in the eyes of the beholder and all that jazz.

Now. Onto the problems.

Harrowhark’s and Gideon’s relationship is kinda...toxic? It grows into something less so, but it definitely starts off that way. I really hate imbalances of power of any kind and Harrowhark definitely has power over Gideon, power that she creully abuses. I asked myself: if Harrowhark was a man and treated Gideon so abysmally for years, and then Gideon eventually forgave him and loved him despite everything, would I think differently?

And the answer is yes, yes I would.

Is that fair? Probably not. But I can’t help but think how the dynamics change with the two of them being women, and how in my opinion, I think more is forgiven of Harrowhark because of it, even when it’s not deserved.

Now, Harrowhark is a complex character and has traumas of her own, but I just can’t help but think of all the things she did to Gideon and the things she took away from her and forced her to do and then think of them together and it’s...not great.

Overall, my feelings on their relationship are complicated (which is a repeated pattern when it comes to Muir’s writing) and I don’t mind that it’s complicated, it makes it interesting, but I also would be bereft to mention it here. I look forward to seeing how it develops and if my feelings change and grow on the matter as well.

In total, Gideon the Ninth is a fantastic read. It has everything you want inlaid with characters who not only push the plot along, but incentivize you to read more. It has complicated issues and complicated characters, but that means it’s nuanced and complex and juicy enough to bite into.

Don’t do what I did and wait years for this novel. If you need a good read, you don’t need to look any further and then let yourself be swept along for the necromantic ride.

Recommendation: “Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted gothic palace in space!” -Charles Stross. I mean. Come on people, what more can you ask for?

Score: 8/10

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There is so much about how they wrote keiths character that pisses me off

Even the fact that the most autistic coded character turned out to be a half alien... :( the fact that they tried so hard to show that he was The Best At Litteraly Everything Actually.. The black lion connection thing.. The Cursed Salute. Wtf

He is still my comfort character but :( i just wished someone else had written vld

yesss!!! yes to all of these pls it's so fucking ridiculous

like oh yeah everything he thought was "wrong" about him all his life was because he was half alien(: (nothing was actually wrong with him btw im saying it as how he sees it, all his life there was certain stuff about him and he felt like he didnt fit in and they just blamed it on him being half an alien instead of taking the opportunity to do a neurodivergent plot line. dont even get me started how they basically confirmed that yeah he never belonged on earth by making him stay in space afterwards. what kind of message does that send huh? yeah if you feel different it's cause you dont belong go out to space or whatever. no, just no)

and them making him the fucking golden boy? i hate that. especially since they showed him as the perfect dude since the begining with that lance and iverson scene

it would have been logical to show he has flaws, which was done very well in the balmera scene and season 3

then they screwed it up because instead of giving the spot light to other characters like, oh idk lance and hunk maybe, they kept having him be the "superior" paladin, giving him all sorts of cool new powers no one else had when he hadnt been a paladin for like 2 3 years

literally makes no sense and it really speaks in how fucking problematic voltron is, having their white character being the "superior" paladin or whatever the fuck, constantly having him be above everyone else, being the one to be able to take them out of sticky situations

ive already mentioned the example with the bayard power

let's take another: having him defeating sendak out of fucking nowhere

shiro was the one who was battling sendak, he got out of a fucking ship in space and fought sendak, badass right?

well, once again we have to have shiro being a damsel in distress for keith apparently cause hey! shiro the ex leader of voltron, 25-26 yo man, the best commander to come out of the garrison at the youngest age, the captain of the atlas sure needs a 18-21yo saving him all the time right?

in the end keith gets the props for defeating sendak when all he did was slash him, shiro was the one fighting him keith basically did nothing, he just caught him off guard

but noo we must show our very obvious bias for keith right?

anyway this is getting long: point is they fucking ruined keith, he had so much potential to be a cool character and yet they had to turn him into the captain america (as i call it) type of character that is always the highest of moral ground and the superior of them all. a character is fucking boring if he's perfect all the time and really irritating. give us back the real keith that we love cowards because that? that really was not it

#ask #karo tag✨#BSKSDMS IM SORRY I WENT OFF #i just hate what they did to my son with a passion #we could have had gay enby autistic keith but nooooo we get the cishet neurotypical dudebro instead #dem's rants

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Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings Review: Is Among The Best Superhero Origin Films Of All Time!

Marvel Studios may have taken 2020 off due to the pandemic, but its 2021 has proven bigger than ever. Just two months after this summer's espionage-themed Black Widow, the MCU is ready with another solo project: Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings. Directed by Destin Daniel Cretton, Shang-Chi introduces a brand new hero to the franchise, and it's already clear he will appear in several more projects down the line. Non-comics fans might not be as familiar with Shang-Chi, so it's a good thing that his first movie is unique, compelling, and emotional. It also just might be one of the best origin stories in the MCU. Bolstered by a star-making performance from Simu Liu, Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings gets the MCU's newest hero off to a promising start.

Shang-Chi starts not with the titular hero, but with the other part of the lengthy title: The Ten Rings, an infamous criminal organization previously mentioned in various Iron Man instalments. The group is led by Wenwu (Tony Leung), AKA the Mandarin, the power-hungry wielder of an actual set of ten rings which bestow him with incredible abilities. Wenwu is especially important to this story, because he's Shang-Chi's (Liu) father. In the present day, Shang-Chi has spent the past several years living in America well outside of his father's vicious grasp. However, an attack on a San Francisco bus leads Shang-Chi to realize his past isn't as far behind him as he hoped, sending him on an adventure with his best friend Katy (Awkwafina) to reunite with his estranged family members and confront everything he's been running from.

On the surface, Shang-Chi holds most Marvel's biggest trademarks: quippy one-liners, references to the broader universe, and pulse-pounding action. At the same time, there are plenty of beats that feel like they could fit into a standard domestic drama. Cretton, along with fellow screenwriters Dave Callaham and Andrew Lanham, have structured a good chunk of Shang-Chi to be a family saga wrapped up in a superhero movie. Flashbacks are woven into the present day storyline, offering deeper shades to Shang-Chi, Wenwu, and Xialing (Meng'er Zhang), the badass sister of the title hero. It's a unique structure for a Marvel movie, but it serves the story well. Shang-Chi's family history runs deep, and by actually exploring it through the flashbacks, Cretton, Callaham, and Lanham give the impression that all of these characters have always been a part of the MCU.

By starting Shang-Chi with Wenwu, Cretton immediately sends the message that he won't be like past Marvel villains. The franchise is known for churning out underwhelming bad guys, but Wenwu manages to be among the very best. With a deeply personal goal that resonates with his entire family, the Mandarin is chilling and cruel, yet retains just enough humanity that audiences can feel some sympathy. It helps that Hong Kong icon Leung is the one playing him; with his steely gaze and physicality, he makes Wenwu even more compelling. And yet, Shang-Chi truly does belong to Liu and his new hero. Carrying a heavier backstory than most Marvel heroes, Shang-Chi balances the typical humor of the franchise with his inner demons, and Liu skillfully portrays his conflicted nature. There's no question: Liu is a star, and it'll be quite exciting to see him continue to flourish in the MCU. Shang-Chi features an impressive cast all around, with Zhang and Awkwafina both getting their own moments to shine, be it via action sequences or deeper character moments, these women are far from one-dimensional. Cretton treats both of their personal conflicts with equal respect. Michelle Yeoh, though arriving later in the film, is a welcome presence as a key figure for Shang-Chi and Xialing.

Shang-Chi has a great deal of things working in its favor, from the gorgeous locations (beautifully rendered by production designers Sue Chan and Clint Wallace) to the epic score from Joel P. West. At the same time, it falls into a few traps Marvel movies are often susceptible to. After giving so much time to a conflict rooted in family and grief, Shang-Chi's final battle becomes another CGI fest with world-ending stakes. The movie is far stronger when it keeps the focus on its themes of identity and loyalty, which sometimes get lost in the bombastic action. Make no mistake, Shang-Chi's action scenes truly are the best in the MCU, with the early bus fight and a precarious battle on spindly scaffolding in Macau being standouts. The final fight is thrilling. Additionally, while the women are all fierce and well-developed, Shang-Chi's handling of the hero's mother (Fala Chen) presents mixed results. Her story ultimately follows a tired trope, but she has more dimension than some previous Marvel moms, which helps.

Ultimately, Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings is a great origin story in a franchise that has more origins than any other. Liu is destined for Marvel greatness, and the two post-credits scenes offer some hints about what lies ahead. MCU fans will find much to enjoy about this new offering, while casual viewers who prefer more personal stories might find themselves drawn to Shang-Chi's struggles. There's been much discussion over whether Shang-Chi should've been made available on Disney+, and indeed that would've ensured more people could see it. However, there's no denying it will make for a thrilling watch on the big screen, so hopefully those who feel safe enough to do so will venture out to see it. After all the delays, this is a movie well worth the wait.

#movie magic #movie news #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #movies #news #mcu phase 4 #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #shang chi #simu liu #akwafina #ten rings #iron man #movie review #awkwafina

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Batman for the fandom ask!

who i will protect at all costs: I think most Gothimites can take care of themselves, though I WILL take a shot for Stephanie Brown/the Spoiler. Also the Dee Dee twins. I like the clown daughter duo!

who deserves better: I REALLY like Black Mask, and I know people liked him in Birds of Prey, but I think we can do better. A really, TRULY savage Sionis could be really scary. And hey, that new Batman movie looks pretty dark AND popular...

who was killed off too early: This one's kinda hard, comic people die and come back all the time. IF he did die and hasn't been back yet, bring KGBeast back. He's cool.

who i used to hate but now i love: Never really HATED Hugo Strange or Riddler, but I will say Gotham really did a good number on improving their characters.

who i used to love but now i hate: Nobody, really. Kinda like most peeps in the Batman wheelhouse, good or bad. Except for...

who needs to be killed off asap: The Batman Who Laughs. Holy SHIT do I not like this character. Really bad, cringe edge shit. And this is from, like, the king of edge loving.

who is unfairly hated: Like... okay, c'mon guys. Joker IS a good villain. You just have the find the RIGHT Joker and enjoy THAT one, and not focus on meme culture and looping EVERY Joker together.

who is unfairly loved: There is NO way the Batman Who Laughs should be as popular as he is. Almost fell outta my chair seeing how many people liked him in an analysis video of him once.

who needs to sort out their priorities: Mad Hatter, Tetch, buddy, you're giving Scarecrow a bad rap, get your head on straight. Er, hat.

who needs a hug: That funny hyena guy from Batman Beyond, Woof. He's a fluffy hyena boy! Who's a good genetic freak criminal monster boy? You are!

who needs to get out of their current relationship: Everyone KNOWS Harley can do better. You go, girl.

who the writers love: ...yeah okay, Joker is cool. And funny. But like, Batman's got.... 50 other good villains to. Try doing other stuff, fellas. Scarecrow can always get cool comics. Just saying. Not biased or anything, no sir!

who needs a better storyline: Yo c'mon, let's give Killer Moth something rad. Teen Titans has the best version, but I think we can channel that into making this joke villain into a cool badass.

who has an amazing redemption arc: I always liked Kirk Langstrom/Man-Bat going from freakish monster guy to decent ally. He's like... a GOOD version of the Lizard, I like him.

who is hot af: AAAAHHHH POISON IVY PRETTY

who belongs in jail: Uhhhhh... trick question? Everyone in Arkham lol?

who needs to be revived from the dead: Onomatopoeia. One of my fav obscure one-off baddies. Try giving THAT guy some new stuff.

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Go Virge, go!

Kanene’s note: TODAAAAAAAAAY IS A SPECIAAAAAL DAYYYY!!! DO YOU KNOW WHY?? THAT IS RIGHT! BECAUSE TODAY IS @why-not-a-tickle-blog BIRTHDAY!!!! Gooooosh!!!! I know I already did a whole speech before, mah friendo, but you’re just so amazing and lovely! Aaaaaa I’m happy for being your friend! <33

Okay, I got a little carried away! Enjoy the gift! x3

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW Tickle-Fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* Oneshot. Something around 3.800 words.w-)b. Lee!Virgil and Ler!Patton in Human AU.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Since it’s a gift: Essa fanfic não será traduzida, mals. Thankys for reading, my lollipops, especially you, Livvy!! Have a wonderful and incredible day just like you!

[~*~]

Patton was confused. A lot.

And that wasn’t even a whole brand-new thing in his life.

Patton got confused quite frequently, being honest.

He got confused when he accidentally fell asleep on the couch and woke up four hours later with all his house painted in the dark of the night and without a single drop of memory about where he is or who he is for some minutes. Patton got confused when his attention was caught in some adorably adorable video of kittens being the best thing in the world and quickly ran to Virgil’s room just to show them to him, not understanding why his friend can’t stop looking at him quizzically until Virgil finally asks why does he has a spoon in the knot of his cardigan and Patton jumps because HIS COOKIES ARE IN THE OVEN AND HOW MUCH TIME HAD PASSED-

Oh. Wait. That is not what he was talking about. Focus, focus!

Anyway. Life is confusing, feelings, thoughts, actions, trying your best, keep going, look at the refrigerator just to realize you have no idea of what you were supposed to be searching in the first place, humans…

Yeah, especially humans.

Patton stared at the figure of his friend laid on the couch, absently looking at his phone while a piece of smile adorned his face. The movie both decided to watch paused in the background as the one currently in the kitchen waited for the popcorn get ready, his hand held lightly his chin and a frown rest peacefully in his features, mirroring the same expression he always saw on Logan every time he was confronted by a problem whose solution seemed impossible to find.

It was The Pose of all the incredible genius in the world, right? Therefore, in some moment about now the answers of all his questions should magically pop before him, unfolding and refolding in logic patterns just like in all the mystery series and books.

Right about noooow…

…

Now?

…

Well, it didn’t work.

Patton pouted, turning to pour the warm and probably delicious snack in big bowls that both would pretend they wouldn't be able to finish before even getting in the middle of the so expected movie. He grabbed the bowls and headed to the other room, reprising the entire day in his mind, a faint echo of Logan saying that could help basing his decision.

Everything started in the morning with Patton arriving at their breakfast table only to find Virgil, but not his usual Virgil.

That was a Virgil without his hoodie.

Not that it was a totally strange thing! Usually by his free mornings he would prefer to wander in the house on his comfortable pajamas, however the thing today is… he wasn’t on his pajamas. He was prepared to fight the world – actually Virgil was just going to work, but he said this sounded more badass - on his black Slipknot shirt, jeans and the hoodie nowhere near to be seen.

Besides that, today was predominantly cold. Cold enough for the one wearing glasses end up missing his favorite cat cardigan by the time he arrived their house, searching for the so dearly craved cloth in every little corner until Patton came across the scene of his friend - his best edgy, lovely friend cutely wearing it and being equally playfully bratty when tried ask it back, pulling out his tongue out as his form dazed in a chase the moment Patton’s promise of ‘physically fight for it!’ – which was a lie, obviously. He gave up the vestment the very moment his eyes locked in a Virgil playing with the cat ears sewed in it – flew from his mouth.

And, after getting tired out, they cuddled! Okay, this wasn’t nearly a strange occurrence between both, albeit was one of those rare moments when Virgil was the one who initiated it, laying on his lap with a pout and a sharp look, as if he dared the other to say something (and Patton didn’t!! He swears!! Squeals. Do. Not. Count. As. Words.), feeling comfortable enough to even start a Poking War as they were accommodating themselves on the cushions, rays of giggles, squeaks filling the place for some heartbeats before both decided to metamorphose their last bit of routine into a movie night.

Which was exactly what they were doing!

Now, don’t get Patton wrong. He was absolutely delighted by everything! Knowing Virgil felt comfortable, safe enough to act nonchalant around him was so heart-warming he could almost feel himself melt in happiness!

….But…

But there was this signal in the back of his mind. A particularly different gleam in the other’s eyes he had already seen before, however couldn’t quite place its meaning yet. Some words unpronounced amongst his lightly snarky demeanor. Some little thing that made Patton feel playful and happily bubbly as well, except he couldn’t really grab the exact information, the exact why or the exact memory.

Not yet, at least.

[~*~]

Virgil was about to fucking quit it.

No, actually, he was about to fuck quit everything when he woke up of his incredibly, horrible, wonderfully teasy tickle dream. The tingles of the dreamy tickles still ghostly buzzing on his body as he quietly giggled, burying his face in the pillows and kicking about everything on his bed, eyes firmly closed as the memories bathed his mind in a flow made to increase awfully his lee mood.

And then one of his favorite artists posted some new things on Tumblr, which obligated him to see all their new posts and, who knows, accidentally click in the tag ‘My arts’ of them, which end up with him re-finding other works he had already forgot about, path that consequently leaded to some more reblogs and therefore another bunch of tickle blogs which, of course, made his lee mood at work almost unbearable.

At least he had the cold to blame if someone questioned about the persistent blush spread on his features.

After everything, finally: The calm and quiet of home, broken by his determined decision to try to make – somehow - Patton tickle him. His friend was soft and playful by nature, and he already knew Virgil liked tickles (quite of an interesting story involving a meme, a movie and the power going out. Heh. Do not ask about it.) so, I mean, the worst part was already gone, right? It wouldn’t probably be that bad. Virgil would just act naturally, smoothly following a few advices he found in some blogs discussing this topic and hope, for the sake of his life, the Universe wouldn’t follow Murphy's Law for ONCE.

Of course, that didn’t happen. OF COURSE.

Virgil tried first to be a bratty. He stole Patton’s cardigan and even ran across the house in an attempt to maintain his new possession. He stretched while laid in Patton’s lap: no hoodie, ticklish spots right there. In the last shot he even let himself giggle every single time his mind wandered to the dark corner designed especially for the subject. The one wearing smudged make up even started a poke war!! A poke war!! What kind of poke war doesn't evolve to a tickle war where he would, so sadly and despise his best efforts, lose spectacularly??

He crossed his arms and DID NOT pout, blowing grumpily some strands of hair that fell in his vision’s field.

“I would sell my soul for a tickle.” Virgil growled, his usually careful façade crumbling under the quite persistent thoughts of fingers spidering on his ribs, counting each one of them before lazily dragging the tip of the nails to his quivering tummy, dancing and poking unbothered by his squi-

“What was that?”

Virgil squeaked, jumping some centimeters in the air when the voice of his approaching friend filled the room, the words getting stuck in his throat, his head shooting in the other’s direction, wide eyes.

“What.” He eloquently offered.

“I was too far, didn’t hear what you said, sorry. Could you repeat, please?”

Virgil tried – failing - to not blush. Patton was… actually being serious, right? That wasn’t any kind of tease, even if the traitor little demon he usually called brain unhelpfully unlocked all the memories of all the tickle fanfics he read that began with that exact same words. “Nothing. It was nothing.” He promptly ignored the way his voice came out slightly high.

“Oh, okay!” Patton kindly smiled, putting the popcorn on the coffe table and looking for some space on the couch to lay down while Virgil pressed play, the show’s opening quickly filling the air and silence hanging between both. Patton stopped. Suddenly Virgil felt a shiver run across his whole body, his gaze turning to his friend, only to find the one wearing glasses staring at him intently.

“You like tickles.”

The word only was enough to jolt his body back to a sitting position, butterflies starting to wake up, proceeding to fly the most desperate as possible in his stomach, his brain fuzzing, crumbling for answers of How and When and What the Fuc-

“What? NO! I mean, yes but how- when did you just…”

“Oh!” Patton gasped and Virgil felt his whole face in flames once the realization of the shiny gleam in the other’s eyes, almost as literal stars shining, hit him. Maybe… Maybe something he had done before finally work? “That is why you initiated a Poke War? Were you trying to make me tickle you? Vee, you just needed to ask!”

Yep. No. Nope. No way. That was definitely worse.

Virgil tried to hide himself in his hoodie, deciding he could very much rather perish in his Lee Mood than stare at the pure love and awe gazed right in his direction. His lips curving in a shadow of a smile for a second when he pressed himself further on the furniture, noticing with a grumble leaving his mouth the only armor he owned was the cat cardigan. Hood pulled up and his face firmly pressed on his knees, he ignored the way his excited giggles started to bounce and dance in his throat, resulting in his own body bounce a bit.

“Knock knock…” Virgil felt a light tapping on his knee.

“Fuck off.” The hissed answer ran without letting he even think about it, too much occupied in pretending to not notice how much this position left his entire tickl- I mean, sensitive torso vulnerable and how much not seeing what was happening increased second by second the tingles and shivers crazily racing in his skin.

“Gasp! Virgil!” The one dying in the cat cardigan internally rolled his eyes at the literally audible gasp his friend vocalized, almost being able to see the playful mood taking over his expression as it always has when they swore around him. “I should tickle you for this, Mister Potty Mouth!” Yes. Yes!! Come on, come on! “But I won’t.”

Hey now, what.

“What?!” His head shot upwards absurdly fast, a fact which, obviously, he would deny it to the end of his living and non-living days.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide or ignore your desire for tickles every time you have them! Especially…”

‘Please – see? I know how to use some freaking good words. - Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say, Patton. You’re cool, you’re a funny guy, you have good intentions but you have any ideas of what the fuck will happen??’ Virgil found himself almost pleading, the sentences already running in his head, but his lips firmly gripped in the fear to let out more than these simple words.

“… Since I’m totally okay in tickling you! Oh, wait. Did you just squirm? Aww, Virgil!! That is so, so adorable! You’re blushing, too! Awwwwww!!! Okay, okay, okay, I’m… Imma gonna die of cuteness. You’re truly the most precious being I’ve ever met!!! Wait, what I was just saying…?”

‘I will die! No! I’m already dying! See? You already accomplished what you wanted!! Let’s move on to the next damn part!’

“Oh right!” Patton lightly hit the side of his head. “I’m glad to tickle you! Truly! All you have to do is…”

‘Dude, Patton, Pat-Pat, Popstar don’t…’

“Ask me! Please, please, please!!” Virgil stared him dead in his eyes, crossing his arms, his cheeks so hot that he was surprised his face didn’t melt yet. “Aw, don’t give me that look, kiddo!” Virgil just narrowed his eyes further. Patton pouted, his ‘Puppy Eyes’ expression – more like an unfair weapon - showing and nailing cracks on Virgil’s resolution.

They stayed like this for a while, until Patton abruptly lifted his hands, his fingers wiggling on Virgil’s direction, the movement so out of blue that catched his friend out of guard, a true yelp jumping from him before he grumpily growled and let himself fall on the cushions.

“I can’t.”

“Of course, you can, kiddo! I’m rooting for ya! Wanna see?” And then he started to fold and unfold his fingers, approaching them to Virgil inch by inch “Go Virge, go! Go, Virge, go! Goooo, Virgeyyyy, go!” Inch by inch. Close and then even closer. The boy with a wobbly smile in his face felt like he couldn’t tear his eyes from the movements, the butterflies seeming to freak out in his stomach in the rhythm of the cheers.

He hides his face behind his hands. Patton was going to be the end of his existence.

“Stohop it.” Dammit. He was breaking.

‘Come on, guy! You can do this!’ He internally whined.

“Ooh, is that a beauty giggly giggle what I hear? The cheering should be working then, don’t you think?! We believe in you, Virge-poo! And we can’t wait for when we…” Virgil dared to spy the scene between his fingers, only to see Patton’s hands barely touching his sides, his fingers positioned in a claw shape. “… getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha!!” They suddenly moved, clawing unbearably away and terribly close at each couple of words.

No. Virgil did NOT squeal nor squirmed closer to the fingers. Fuck you. Nobody asked. That is none of your business anyway.

‘Just… just don’t think about it! Pull it off. Like… I don’t know! Like a stupid band aid!’

“It is going to be so much fun! I didn’t even tickle you yet and you’re already giggling excitedly! Think in all your wonderful, beautiful laughter flying everywhere when I finally tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle you silly!! You’ll be giggling up a storm! Happy gasp! Pun inserted!”

Virgil obligated himself to take a deep breath and not stare the warm, teasy hands which were oblivious of the intern turmoil caused as they rested on his sides. Their tips very lightly, almost impossible to feel and – even more difficult to ignore - poking the ticklish skin, as if they simply couldn’t bring themselves to stay still. The one laid on the couch and yet hiding his face felt the urge to kick just to get off all the pleasantly nervous energy building up in his body.

“Virgey-wiggly-wiggley…~”

“TICKLEMEPLEASE!”

Patton squeaked excited, the teasy grin immediately giving space to the joyful smile. “Of course!” He grazed his fingers up his sides to his ribcage, the nails lightly drawing circles around each one of the ribs, receiving a quick tasering in the middle of them before going up to the next one, letting for a piece of moment Virgil’s bubbly and more high-pitched giggles fill the room alone.

The cat cardigan owner ran the tip of his fingers up and down, up and down, up and down his sides, watching in complete awe the way the other squirmed at each infinitesimal move. He stopped the movement on his right side, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses as accompanied Virgil adorably wiggling away from the reminiscent tickles, as if he tried to escape from the evil fingers scribbling in that exactly spot which connected his left side to his tummy and leaded cute, sweet titters escape from his gigantic smile.

A devious plan shinned in his head.

Patton ceased the tickling in order to give him a breath, smiling at the pout that didn’t take too long before blooming in the other’s features.

He quickly poked his left side, immediately hearing quiet, bubbly giggles dance across the air as Virgil wiggled to his right, only to be warmly welcomed by scratches of one single finger on his lower back, making his breath stop so fast a snort escape. Virgil widened his eyes, his hands automatically clapping in his mouth at the same time a big, gleaming grin took over Patton’s expression. They stared at each other, fingers never stopping, squirms never ending.

“No.” His voice was slightly wobbly, giggles beginning to intertwine his words as his friend scribbled softly again. “No no no! You are a- dON’T!- such a dork!!! No!!”

They initiated the cycle again. Every time Virgil squirmed to escape from the left tingles to the right tickles one more finger was added to the attack, soon leaving the blushed poor victim kicking sporadically when the ten fingers resumed their light, tickly attack. “I’m going t-t-to kick you!!” and then was subdued to the snorts and squeals painting his fast titters.

The one who wore the cat hoodie which moments before had slipped from his head in the ““fight””, now showing clearly the red strongly flaming his cheeks and the tip of his ears shook his head from side to side, the frown he tried to form being immediately won by the smile taking over his features. Virgil let himself embrace the feeling completely over, laughing freely, almost doesn’t believing this was actually happening.

That it didn’t matter how much he tried to escape nor squirm, the tickling just followed his movements, just as all his (fake) protests didn’t stop the excited, evil teases pouring from the other’s mouth. Not to tell how only the big, happy gaze from Patton was definitely not helping in the slightest his current state at all!

He was certain. There was no way out of this. He was going to melt and d i e.

And he was loving every single second of this.

“Aww! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Look at the happiness shining in your face!! Someone really, really loves some tickly-tickles, am I right? But don’t worry, Virgey-wiggley! I will give you all the tickles you could ever want! Like here!” He booped Virgil’s bellybutton “Here” A couple of fingers slid on his waistline “And here, and here, and here and everywhere!” Fingers flew quickly, traveling on his hips, collarbone, sides, behind his ears…

The incapacity to know where Patton would strike next killed every single drop of coherent thoughts of his mind, which could only focus on the tickling and how much it was unbearable and everywhere and it t i c k l e d . His giggles grew to chortles, his hands flying from his own face to lightly push Patton’s, dislocating his glasses and freeing surprised chuckles mixed with his own squeaks.

“Virgil!!” Patton ceased the playful attack in order to retire the other’s hands off his face, before both knew they’re wrestling, laughter cutting their acts and weakening their movements. “Virge!! I will go to another spot this way!”

In a blink of an eye one of his friend’s arms hugged his sides and Patton felt a malefic grin crawling his lips without even noticing its presence. Very much different from Virgil, who in the same heartbeat realized his mistake, using the opportunity of the instant of distraction to lightly push the cookie lover off him, quickly dashing across the house. All his instincts gleaming and sparkling the sign of ‘Survive’ in his veins.

The only reason of what Virgil forgot about the numbness from spending so much time laid on his legs, resulting in trips that definitely made him lose some crucial speed as he encircled the couch, capturing with the corner of his eyes the scene of Patton jumping of the cushions and following his escape route. The crackling dancing in the air owned by nobody specific.

His heart beat faster, the joy raced his nerves and made his tummy tingle in advance just for imagining the exact moment where two arms would hug him firmly yet gently from behind and his ears would be set on fire the very same moment Patton would say-

“Gotcha, Giggly Storm! I gotcha, gotcha ya!!” Patton dug his thumbs right above Virgil’s hips, the remaining fingers clawing the poor, sensitive skin in his back, leading belly laughter to took over his friend’s sentence, his knees buckling and legs uncontrollable kicking as Patton sat with him on the floor, pressing his back on his chest and resting his head on his shoulder.

“Patton!! Pahahatton, come on, no!” Patton just hummed, two fingers calmly walking on Virgil’s waistline. “Don’t you dare!! Don’t you fuckin- gah!” The nails began to slid in the length of the belly, going from a side to another as elected soft snorts and bouncy giggles.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Did you thought you could run away from the Tickle Monster? Poor unfortunate soul ~. Now the Tickle Monster has to give you a bunch of more ticklish tickly tickles just for this, don’t you think?!” And then Virgil felt the tickles speed up to scribbles and clawing and wiggles delivered in every inch of his tummy. Going in random patterns, drawing forms on his sweet spot, up and down, from a side to another, over and over again. Quick enough to make him sporadically squirm and kick, a rain of squeals, yelps and squeals flowing from his lips, yet soft and light enough to let him rest his head on the other’s chest and just enjoy the feeling.

“Awww! Look at how much shaking your tum-tum is! It is probably so happy in receiving its so much craved tickle tickle tickles, right, Virgey-poo?” The answer was only a blushy Virgil hiding his face on Patton’s neck, giggling nonstop.

“Nonono!! It’s not!” And, if that move only led to a now very exposed neck to be gifted with some special scratches? They both pretended it wasn’t on purpose.

Patton just rolled his eyes, playfully exasperated, quietly chuckling when the other jumped with the quick squeeze delivered on his hip.

It didn’t take long before Virgil let out his first ‘Stop’, which Patton happily obliged, don’t having the heart to move when he realized Virgil’s breath becoming calmer, his eyelashes closing as he snuggled closer to the one wearing glasses.

The duo knew very well they would probably regret napping on the hard, cold floor later, yet none of them managed to bring themselves to care, especially when Virgil’s quiet snorts with the second tickle dream of the day lullabied Patton to an equally peaceful dream.

[~*~]

Random non-said thing: Patton only remembered that information because the movie they’re going to watch was one of the trilogy they were watching when Virgil gathered up enough will to tell him he likes tickling.

#Happyyy dayyyyy <333 #Sanders Sides tickling #Kanene's fanfic #Kanene's Au #Lee!Virgil #Ler!Patton #I just realized the title sounds like that cartoon Go Diego go. Not changing it looool xDDD #Ticklish!Virgil #Soft and Playful tickles #Cute #This is so cute because they're precioooous #Tickle fic #Tickle fanfic #Kanene's Art #Sanders SIdes Human AU #<3 #<33 #I really liked writing this one <33 #Sanders Sides tickles

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okurrroye · 3 years

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Ok all I wanted was to laugh about John getting curb stomped but the Ayo tag is a fucking nightmare like wow

Disclaimer I have shit memory so if I say something that doesn’t add up fact wise let me know. But I’m pissed off so here we go-

(FYI all of your opinions should be kept to yourself, so don’t comment if you fail to read my entire post so thanks)

I know this has been discussed, but there are things that have been left out of the argument, or hasn’t even been considered when it comes to the big I speak no I see no I hear no evil scene y’all making it out to be of Ayo disarming Bucky. So gather around here’s the part where you hear me out without scrolling off regardless of your stance on the situation, because I’m here for all opinions afterwards.

First off I can’t even understand why this is controversial at all considering the history that led to this moment. Oh wait I lied it’s literally because either you have your head to far up Bucky’s ass or because he’s a man or because he’s white, or because *ding ding ding * all of the above. And now you’re mad because how dare this black bitch have the nerve-the audacity to do that to poor little old Bucky (now insert the part where you either scroll off, or put your two unwanted cents in before I finish). And this is where you all want to use the empty ass belief that ThE aRm Is A gIfT, or empty ass excuse tHaT’s HiS aRm. Also someone else pointed out well if they didn’t trust him than they shouldn’t have given it to him in the first place. Which yes all are true, but also not at the same time. *Gasp* yes somethings can not be one or other, because ✨ grey area ✨.

Now I don’t know what world you’re living in where you think a gift can not be taken back, and I use the term gift loosely because you can’t even call it that honestly. Because in reality the whole reason he has the arm in the first place is because he needed a new one for infinity war like duh, why have crap heap that’s easily damageable when they can make an indestructible one, to live or not to live like it’s not a hard choice. Then he disappeared for five years so it would be kinda difficult to get an arm back that doesn’t exist anymore. But by the time everyone came back I think an arm was at the bottom of their to do list, or not to mention the fact well it’s already been made, and you probably don’t know how to properly function without both arms yet and can’t afford a normal one yourself so why not just keep it instead of wasting all the time, effort, and resources of making it, but idk I guess that’s a stretch. But since people likes using the gift excuse guess what, a gift is just something you couldn’t afford to do yourself so someone else was kind enough to do it for you (^^^), but in every other since of the word it really belongs to them not you. So let’s give an example shall we, now your parent(s) gave you something you wanted (shit someone else may have bought it for you) but you fucked around and got in trouble and now you’re grounded. Now depending on your parent(s) you’ll either get your ass beat or your shit will get confiscated, or both if you fuck up enough. Now do you think you have any right to say what they can or can’t do? -Yeah I didn’t think so and if you thought otherwise well here comes round two of another ass whopping or the first one if you’re lucky. Or on rare occasions some (white) kids don’t get physically disciplined, but you’re still going to pay the price regardless.

So same situation (yes I know I can’t compare an amputees arm to an object, but I only say that because Bucky is more than that, more than just a arm) but also very much not because in Bucky’s and Ayo’s situation it is much-MUCH worse obviously, but apparently it’s not obvious considering that there’s a debate in the first place. Or in other words you think Bucky’s feelings-FEELINGS are more important then Ayo’s and Wakanda the truth. Which is you’re lucky that it was only his feelings that got hurt, because she (and Yama) could have killed him and everyone else in that room easily so let’s all thank Ayo (and Yama) for her kindness and mercy first and foremost, also for not taking back both the arm and the shield completely. Because that arm and shield is Wakandan property ok so let’s get that straight, so she had every right to take it if she wanted to-whenever or wherever (which also falls into the part where the Dora does has jurisdiction there, and almost anywhere else since most likely every country wants or have vibranium now, and because Wakanda could literally flatten the whole world so yeah they’re going to have a legal pass because who’s gonna want to fuck with them) but she didn’t key word didn’t which should’ve been a clue they would never take the arm or shield back because he is disabled considering even after what Bucky (& John) did.

Not only is it the property of Wakanda but it’s from the only place that was willing, and did help Bucky in every way a person could be helped literally saving this man physically, mentally, and emotionally- like please. Specifically the royal family themselves firsthand which need I remind you is related to the former King that was killed by the man that Bucky escaped from prison without discussing it with them first. That same King, family, and country that Ayo is from, loves, and is to serve and protect. That she will-IS sacrificing and dedicates her life to...she failed them all-failed herself when T’Chaka was murdered like bruh- like that should speak for it self like that is the ultimate betrayal like he literally spat in their fucking face, especially Ayo’s considering she’s the one who gave Bucky back his mind, his freedom and after all that after everything they did for him they still didn’t trust him, and betrayed him by not telling him he had a fail safe in his arm?! Yeah-no big sike, anyone with a brain knows prosthetics because here’s the real kicker ITS NOT HIS ARM thus it’s O M G...removable. Yes you read that correctly r-e-m-o-v-a-b-l-e. Now put that together with the fact that Ayo is highly skilled and an overall badass I don’t think it would be that hard for her to fucking figure out how to dislocate it with a few pressure points considering that’s literally the whole point of striking a pressure point (if he still had his arm then that hit would’ve stopped it from working, but since it’s fake that mf popped right off). Pressure points are used to disable someone, thus Ayo disabling a disabled by disarming his arm to deescalate the situation go figure. It wasn’t a fail safe it’s just skill and common sense that everyone failed to have in the moment and used as a last resort because oh no Bucky’s face, like boo fucking hoo he did it to himself by breaking their trust first, and defending that bitch. Instead of him waiting for the Dora to have Zemo in custody first, what did Bucky do instead? He had the fucking audacity (and that’s how you use the word) to use that same arm against Ayo, against Wakanda. That speaks volumes considering out of respect as a friend or whatever close bond they have (because they definitely have a connection after what they went through together) Ayo still gave him a warning, and time to do what he had to do before they came for Zemo’s ass. Let it be known she didn’t have to do that at all because her loyalty is to and should be to her country first but in those eight hours it wasn’t, it was in the trust of their friendship so therefore she literally was endangering her well being by giving Bucky just that courtesy, and I don’t think you all consider her position in that predicament and thanks to Bucky she could’ve gotten her status revoked, thrown in jail, or worse killed for disobeying orders because let’s not forget Chadwick unfortunately has passed away, and thus it’s a fact that T’Challa is no longer in charge since Marvel will respect that with tampering with his character, so I don’t want to hear she would’ve been just fine because we’ve seen how the royal counsel has a big say on what goes and doesn’t go considering they did not give a single fuck about their own next of kin, Erik who has every right as them, but would have easily killed him just because he was an ‘outsider’ if T’Challa didn’t speak up for him (I mean they abandoned him while leaving him to fend for himself, killed his father and covered it up so wouldn’t put it past them). So if you think when Ayo fucked up again about retrieving Zemo because she trusted, and helped this outsider over her own kind she definitely would’ve been considered a traitor and be punished for her actions.

Can you imagine the hurt, and betrayal they felt? No apparently not, because it’s all about how he’s disabled and how could she take his arm (like uh she literally left it, and the shield for them to keep, and it’s not like he would’ve died without it to begin with unlike Bucky who was willing to sacrifice Ayo’s entire livelihood) when the fact that disabled people say constantly for others to stop putting their disabilities before them, and how they’re just as capable as everyone else. “They are a someone with a disability, not someone who is disabled,” which is absolutely true, because they’re more than that but everyone seems to forget that all of sudden when Ayo detaches Bucky’s arm (I wonder why) and all of sudden he doesn’t have control of his own body like what- he literally used his entire body nonbrainwashed to stab them in the back like miss me with that bs. Him spending five seconds without his arm doesn’t compare especially since they forgave him without even at least an apology at that.

Detaching his arm was a warning that he needed to learn, because they were letting him know, and I emphasize that that arm does not belong to him so how he dare try to use it against the people who gave it to him after they fed, housed, and freed him when no one else could, or would when he’s done nothing in return while as a repayment was being a fucking ingrate. All the while facing no consequences, not even the need for a fucking bandaid *mic drop*.

#and this is coming from someone who fucking loves bucky #and not to mention when ayo did remove his arm I had the same reaction as bucky did lol #like that shit hit me too ok but y’all are something else #I’m so sorry this came out longer then I expected #but like the racism in this fandom I just can’t #like it’s not that deep #but dumb asses and racists need a reality check #bucky barnes #ayo #wakanda #marvel mcu #the falcon and the winter soldier #captain america and the winter soldier tf #tfatws #caatws

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emy-mystory · 3 years

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Unit 3: KIDSNEXTDOOR

Probably a good amount of my childhood was dedicated to watching cartoons. I did have my fair share of drama shows on Nickelodeon but the cartoon shows that were shown on Cartoon Network were always the most intriguing to me. I'm talking about Chowder, Misadventures of Flapjack, Total Drama Island, Adventure Time, Regular Show, etc. I even enjoyed watching the older cartoons that the channel would show early in the morning which included classic Looney Tunes and Tom & Jerry episodes. In fact, I've actually always have had a soft spot for older cartoons. For some reason, it gives me a sense of comforting nostalgia that I wished I had endured earlier. I currently feel the same about the older Simpsons episodes but that's not the case for this assignment.

The one cartoon that sticks with me the most was this very awesome, action-packed show called Codename: Kids Next Door.

If you have not seen at least an episode of Codename: Kids Next Door then you either did not have a TV, a great childhood, or both.

This show was so engagingly unique, that I would not mind doing a marathon of rewatching all of the episodes X2.

It was a show focused on these five friends that all lived in a rambunctious treehouse that acted as their headquarters for their sector V, Kids Next Door. Each kid is usually referred to as their number (1-5) and has a specialty that can range from smarts to fighting wit. In order to defend themselves from enemy agent sectors of teenagers and adults, they create and utilize wacky gadgets that can be made from odd materials such as bubblegum, old wood, spare tires, etc. They belong to a bigger agent organization of other sectors also filled with kids that have the same purpose. The universe of this show is so well-thought-out that it can easily become a world one kid would wish to live in. Overall, each episode consists of one goofy yet intense mission after another which leaves you with bewildering eyes while being on the edge of your seat every time.

I must admit, I have to give credit for the diversity given in this main cast. Literally, one kid is British (red) while the other Australian (orange). We have representation of POC (Black and Asian), and there's even body diversity from the heavy kid! (Blue)

I think it's pretty safe to say that almost every kid's dream was to make and live in a treehouse. Unless you have a fear of termites.

The whole show in general really did cater to kids. Whether if it was imagination fueled by the variety of weapons and missions or the distaste of teenage culture and embarrassing parents, it really was genuine to being level-headed with the perspective from a child's visionary point of view. To me, the show took on a genuine take on being made for kids.

It even covered a variety of topics that would have the affected demographic be children. But it did it in a way where it was not only creative but also obtain a more complex feature to it. For the sake of keeping the storyline interesting while also making the lesson of the episode even more memorable for children to learn from. Whether it'd be out of reflection or relatability.

I'm talking about:

PINKEYE

(I actually related to this one because I would always get pink eye. Oddly enough, I think I had pink eye while watching this episode for the first time.)

LICE

BEING FORCEFED GRANDMA'S FOOD

A KID'S CURIOSITY OF HOW A TEENAGE GIRL'S BODY FUNCTIONS

Even though the storyline of these episodes would be rather dramatic, it still was fun to watch all the creativity unfold as a child. If anything, it helped lighten the mood of such issues with witty dialogue, ambitious fighting climaxes, and silly innocence. It gives allows children to feel relatability on certain issues they would go through in which can be whole-heartily comforting to a child's fear of getting lice or pinkeye for the first time. I know I was pretty comforted or at least felt accompanied to the pinkeye episode when I saw it for the first time. It felt cool to see some other kids going through the same thing all the while the episode takes a dramatic turn to help alleviate that common, boring topic into a story concept that's grander and intricate; something that will interest the kids. Overall, these episodes gave kids a distracting yet whimsical portrayal of life's struggles.

I would like to touch base back to the bra conversation. Basically in that episode, Number 1 and Number 2 thought BRAs stood for "Battle Ready Armor," which made them think bras were actually magical weapons to help them fight more efficiently. (I wish)

So they went to their friend's house (Number 5) who was sick at the time. While keeping up a front to "care" for their friend, they ended up sneaking into her teenage sister Cree's bedroom where they found her stash of bras.

And I'm pretty sure you can figure out how that went...

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(Of course anything with bras is forbidden for children, right?)

((I really hope you can see this because this scene itself just defines the badass action sequences this show can hold))

Anyways, I wanted to point this out because it reveals also another theme that is prevalent in this show: Growing up.

As I said, this show presents agent organizations run by kids, teenagers, and adults. Well, it is actually all a tear-jerking cycle that is upheld within this universe.

The kids are kids until they are 13 where they are decommissioned and get transferred to the teenager agent organization where they stay until they are 18.

Even though this process sounds absurd, the sentimental value of it hits harder than you think...

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Yes, they wipe any memories they have of being in the Kids Next Door.

This explains why teenagers can be so fierce and violent towards KND because they do not have any recollection to possess any empathy for the organization they partook in during their beloved childhood years. This heavy implication of agism can connect back to how as teenagers, we always think being a child is embarrassing. But that's probably because we barely take any consideration of all the fun that emerged in being a kid.

And of course, there are some goofy gags to this kid vs teenagers concept as well..:P

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(The slapstick comedy and clever humor from both videos always gives me a giggle)

(I guess babies come from Philly...you heard the man!)

((I also want to point out how Number's 5 "knowledge" of such a provocative concept just added to her spunkiness because it implies that she's supposed to be that one friend that happens to know a lot more than you do. From that, I always thought of her as an iconic girl character whom I wished was my friend...she really did give out that Boss Girl energy))

But regarding the growing up issue brought up in the show, I can still say that topic is also relevant to me, even to this day. Especially when it came to graduating high school, going to college, trying to make a name for myself, etc. I kind of wanted to take some kind of gap year or break or SOMETHING from it all to stop myself from feeling older and proceeding to life's deeper void. But I know I should not view it that way. We should not view growing up as something so disgraceful. We, especially I, should start viewing it as a way to grow wiser, to sustain emotional strength, etc. because how else are we going to learn from life's values and struggles if we don't have the willpower to maneuver through it in the first place? How will we know we won't succeed if we don't even make an effort trying? We shouldn't let agism intimidate us with demeaning stereotypes as there is advice to be taken and lessons to be learned.

In conclusion, Codename: Kids Next Door helped kids feel known, reassured, and most of all, have fun.

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