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What if… what if Steve knows there’s a rat amongst the CATs, he was the one to brand Eda… we didn’t see it in the next shot (if not an animation error much like his facial moles…) So it could mean all fingers point to Raine being a traitor… hmm…

#Owl house #toh theories #toh spoilers #owl house season two #the owl house spoilers #Don’t mind me #just spitballing

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This one is for @professionallydeadinside , they did a head cannon that Muriel sees Duke as a dad and so it got the old cogs turning in my brain and had to write this down. I am kinda glad as I have been in a rut and ill, so this was nice to do something like this :)

The usual mist lingered across the village. The echoes of hideous screeching from black crows circling reigned across the land. A sharp wind hurled its way through the lanes and broken houses once pure and untainted of death.

Against the harsh terrain, a carriage stood gallantly with hung trinkets clattering against the wind. A thick smell of local cuisine, defined by pork and game.

A large man who continuously carried a smile on his lips took a long drag from his fresh cigar and let it out, the smoke joining the rest of the village’s haze. He coughed and spluttered yet still didn’t regret the excessive Tabaco intake, with the cigar being is fifth that morning.

With the wheezing over, he managed to take in a whole breath without spluttering, then carried on taking the cigar to his mouth.

‘A fine day for it, don’t you agree?’ He asked, his grin widened.

Within the fog, a figure walked out, a little girl. Tattered old clothes that didn’t bother her nor did the hair in her eyes or the pincers in the corners of her mouth. They fidgeted, helping her along her way.

She came closer with something in her hand.

The man’s eyes locked onto it.

‘For me, my dear Muriel?’

‘For Duke.’ She confirmed.

She approached the open carriage, her stomach growled from the meats sizzling upon a grill atop a wood burning stove.

She climbed up and presented to the man an envelope.

‘What’s this?’

‘Open.’

Muriel sat eagerly, watching as Duke fiddled to get it open.

‘Dear Duke,’ He smiled. ‘I take it Miss Beneviento helped you writing this.’

She nodded. 'Read.'

‘Dear Duke, one year ago you found me in the snow,

You kept me when I had no place to go.

You fed and kept me warm,

You still cared even when I changed form.

You provided me with anything I needed from your cart,

I just want to let you know you’re in my heart.’

His grin wobbled and sniffed.

‘Muriel…’ He struggled.

The girl was on it, she climbed his shoulder and hugged his head. He patted her back.

‘Love Duke.’ She said against the pincers in her mouth. ‘Very much.’

‘Likewise, my girl, likewise.’ Duke smiled with a blush on his cheeks, he then cleared his throat. ‘I don’t suppose you want to stick around for supper. I have some tasty pork chops.’

‘YES YES YES!’

‘Very well then!’

Muriel crawled further into the carriage, finding a cosy spot on a wolf pelt.

Duke took a look at his letter and decided it was the one thing he’d never think about selling.

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Hey @professionallydeadinside I’ve noticed your Moreau kitty looks a hell of a lot like Lulu from Cream Heroes! Super cute =^.^=

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@professionallydeadinside you, I blame you for making me watch this. >.<

#basil the great mouse detective #disney #am watching #disney plus

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Hey I’m once again seeing discourse about PewDiePie (probably because he has been welcomed back into the larger community of youtube personalities playing Among Us like Corpse Husband, JackSepticEye and Cr1tikal) and I just want to remind people of his ugly racist history that he has never properly put behind him and in fact continues to perpetuate.

His fanbase has always been racist. He was one of the first big YouTubers and he has always made racially charged jokes and has said the n-word in videos - notably, targeting somebody else with it. I watched his content when I was a young child, I experienced these things first hand. There were racist jokes, rape jokes, and generally sexual jokes targeted for his younger demographic. He has always been known as problematic, as problematic was used back in 2012.

A preamble to his first exposé: in November 2016 he showed up to a taping of his own series produced by Maker Studios (Disney) wearing a shirt with a swastika on it. Somebody told him to change. He denies this ever happened, but acknowledged that the shirt exists. There are photos of him and a friend wearing it.

The thing he got caught for was when he paid two men $5 to write and hold up a sign with the words “Death To All Jews”. His apology was half-assed. He apologized for the way that it came across and did not acknowledge the reasons that it was wrong. Febuary 2017: he descends into utter alt-right reactionism, harassing the WSJ journalist and sending his fans after the publication to the point where the Journal offered to put the journalist in a safehouse.

September 2017, he called somebody he n-word on stream, just weeks after Charlottesville occurred - where his imagery, jokes, and memes were used as motivation. He went on to say he had no idea that Nazis actually existed, that the Nazi jokes he was making weren’t funny anymore, and that he would not be making them anymore.

In March 2019, a white supremacist livestreamed himself saying “Subscribe to PewDiePie” before committing mass-shootings in two Christchurch mosques, killing dozens and injuring more. He responded with a single tweet, that he felt sickened that his name left the man’s mouth, and that his heart went out to the people affected. Later, he called for an end to the Subscribe to PewDiePie meme and promised $50,000 to the Anti-Defamation League. He then retracted his decision, saying that he did not want to donate to something that he was not passionate about.

Felix Kjellberg has never made a single attempt to rid his fanbase of actual literal Nazis and white supremacist scum because he built his platform around them. He alone has radicalized probably half of the white nationalist/supremacist/Nazi men in America ages 18-25.

I will never forgive him.

This is taken from the Guardian article from above:

You could say that today’s digital economy has spawned a new “bro-nality of evil”. Racist memes serve as in-jokes that help solidify bonds between alienated white men online. The style of these memes, their overblown exaggerated nature, means we often don’t take them seriously. Dismiss them as jokes. But this is how antisemitism creeps into our lives. Not with a bang but with a punchline.

Happy Chanukkah, everyone.

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Sorry, not sorry. This is for @ejsmith145 Who's art has been subjected to negativity and it is BEYOND stupid, there are WORSE things out there and you decide to yank someone on their work! Absolutely boggling.

Don't like it? CLICK OFF!

Much love for the artistical bean!

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Muriel Head Cannons.

OK these have been buzzing around in my head for a while!! Shout out to @professionallydeadinside and I hope you don't mind!!!

· Muriel has a friend called Itchy – He’s a giant spider who mentors Muriel with her Spider ways. He is kind although eyes up the Dimitrescu Daughters as they are flies…

· The Duke presented Muriel with a Spider-Man comic and loved it, she asked Donna to make her a Spider-Man outfit.

· Karl is deathly afraid of spiders so Muriel and Itchy will often by the ‘Now We Wait’ game whilst hiding in vents.

· Muriel once called Donna ‘Mum’ once, she got all embarrassed. Donna welcomed it and assured Muriel with responding ‘You’re my favourite daughter.’ Of course, Angie went a little crazy…

· Moreau saw nothing wrong with Muriel riding his pet shark Tiny, however, the Lords did.

· Muriel had once gone completely savage on an intruder trying to rob Donna’s house one night, it messed her up for days.

· Muriel secretly enjoys the taste of Lycan blood, so she’ll hunt them in the late evening to replenish her secret supply. The only person to know about this is Duke, who’ll buy some Lycan blood from her.

#Muriel

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I wanted to draw Scooby doo humanized with hippie vibes, and the whole gang as dogs,, maybe I draw them more(?? 👀✨

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This is chilling but amazing! Loved the payoff at the end!!! and again, love the way you colour!!! What if Mother Miranda sees this and so... puts Josef back together? >:3 poor Moreau would be haunted by it...

“Have you checked Heisenberg’s factory? I’m sure I would’ve seen him if he came around near the reservoir.” 

FINALLY DONE WITH THIS DFGHJK XD I hope you guys like it!! Sorry Josef- 

Extra doodle under cut! 

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How the heck did I not see this <3 thanks, I feel so loved right now haha xx

I've been feeling rathe me, could i get a cuddle from the Lords?

Cuddles for you!! 

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I may have caught a drawing bug as Alcina has caught herself a little big of her own... This is actually based on a fanfic I am in the middle of writing - be nice! We all cannot draw amazing and to scale! 3=

Muriel belongs to @professionallydeadinside

#Resident Evil Village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #Resident Evil FanFiciton #RE8 #do not get me started on the hat!

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I am by NO means an artist, I blame @professionallydeadinside . Here's a - rather weird looking - Muriel for you ^^ Thanks you for all of your art/head canons and just being amazing ^^

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Cut the Ties #4

Chapter 4 is here!! ^^ Enjoy. SUPER SORRY that I took a while, I haven't been feeling great 3: I need hugs </3

All love and credit goes to @professionallydeadinside for creating Muriel!!

Chapter Four

Darkness, silence... little Muriel was on her own and walking down into nothing.

Her skin prickled.

She reached for her arms hoping to rub them warm.

'Hello?' She called.

Her voice echoed down the way.

It lingered for a good couple of seconds before it dwindled down into a whisper then nothing...

A sudden crash from behind, Muriel jumped and saw a horrid shadow donning the face of Mother Miranda.

It cackled and screamed at her.

Muriel wanted to run but was stuck, she could not move.

Mother Miranda then charged... and then

Muriel woke up...

...

Donna was absolutely furious when told.

Alcina had made a call, once the dagger had been collected, and soon enough, she came storming into the castle.

'What the bloody hell were you thinking, Muriel!' She thundered.

Muriel stood in front of the two women, looking down on the castle's marble floor with a frown. She wasn't ashamed, just annoyed she wasn't able to get the dagger.

Muriel wasn't able to sleep, even in Alcina's comfy bed, she just wanted to get a hold of that dagger and now it was gone - on it's way to Life's Edge.

Muriel was locked away, in the lady's room along with the daughters so the Dagger could be taken without reason to be cautious.

'You had me worried sick!' Donna continued.

Muriel knew this was serious as Donna didn't have on her veil. She never saw the woman so angry before and neither did Alcina the way she looked gobsmacked at her younger sister. The tall woman looked almost frightened.

'Not only that but you have shown disrespect to Alcina in her own home!'

Muriel kept quiet.

She did feel bad, of course she did yet felt worse for getting caught.

'Donna,' Alcina piped up. 'I am sure Muriel meant no real upset and is sorry for her actions, right?' She tossed the question over to the little girl.

Muriel looked up at both women, she sighed frustrated.

'Yes.' She almost spat.

No one was convinced but it would have to do.

'Thank you, Alcina.' Donna sight. She was getting a headache. 'Thank you for looking after her.'

'Of course.' Alcina smiled. 'Do not think you are alone in this, Donna.'

Donna only looked to Alcina with an appreciative smile. With that, she left, Muriel trod not too far behind.

As the girl left, she felt a kind and comforting hand of Alcina rub her shoulder and back, the tall woman knew Muriel only meant well, she did not mean to cause any aggravation with anyone.

...

The day was muggy, a faint fog latched onto the land making all paths unclear. The village felt erased.

Donna made sure Muriel kept close, it was important to her that the girl was no more than a foot behind.

A familiar building seeped into view, Muriel knew it too well - Karl's factory.

'Are we not going home?' Muriel asked.

'Not yet.' Donna spoke quietly.

'Why not?' She pried.

'Karl would like to see us.'

Muriel did not quite understand it but knew it best to not start an argument or continue to question her guardian at this moment. She kept her head down, looking at the floor as she paced forward.

The gates opened and the two walked in, ready to meet Karl.

He was waiting outside, his bulky hammer over his shoulders as always and sucked on a cigar. There was an obvious annoyance to his face as he frowned at Muriel, was there no one in this village that wasn't disappointed in her?

'Good to see you, Kid. I'm glad Alcina didn't rip you up.' He said, there was no humour or sarcasm in his voice.

Muriel stayed silent. This wasn't going to be a cheery meeting.

'Donna, I have that 'thing' prepared for you.'

'Oh, good.' The woman sounded almost miserable.

It pelted hard like a rock against Muriel's heart. It was all her fault Donna was feeling this way.

It ate her up, she clenched her fists, her head suddenly began to hurt, the little legs on her sides began to wriggle. Everything felt dark and red. There were cracks in the road and she was the one to put them there.

She found herself panting, gasping for air...

'Muriel?' Donna wondered.

Muriel snapped out of it almost instantly. 'Sorry... I haven't eaten.'

'I can make you something, Kid.' Karl said. 'Come on in.'

The factory, to the naked eye, could be described as a death ridden hell hole with the walls decorated in rust with the accompanying smell of death and an ambience of screams, to Muriel it was her second home.

What the Lords did was their business, she didn't want to ask and pull away the masks of those she loved, it would've been hypercritical as they all accepted her for what she became.

It also wasn't a secret that Muriel likes to pick off a few birds and even cats if and when she manages to lure them close enough...

The three of them walked inside and down the hall. There was a bit of haze in the air, it was always warm in the factory. A kind of comforting heat.

It was enough to make Karl glisten but not profusely. He was used to the heat and oily skin... and the stench of which he donned. He kept his head of greasy hair under a dirty hat and hid his sleep deprived eyes under blackened glasses.

For a man so rough he had such a soft spot for the little girl, Muriel. He admired her even before the battle with Miranda that had almost cost her life. She was a strong little tyke.

They kept on walking until they reached an open room.

It was lit up with a pale light, looked more like a large storage room with a high ceiling.

Donna was noticeably quiet, her hands in each other.

'Muriel.' Karl spoke. 'Mind waiting in here for a sec? I just need to go over something with Donna.'

'OK.' Muriel said, unsure.

She stepped into the room, her spider-legs began to fidget then... the door was slammed shut behind her. There was a large 'snap' as it was bolted shut.

'Hey!' Muriel screamed, banging on the door.

There was a latch on the door, it slid open.

'I'm sorry,' Donna spoke. 'But I cannot trust you right now.'

'But...!'

'It is for your own good, Kid.' Karl said apologetically. 'Once that dagger is far enough away, we'll let you out.'

''Let me out now!' Muriel begged.

'I'm sorry.' Donna repeated, upset.

Now it was clear to Muriel why Donna was upset, it was because of this trap.

Muriel looked around the room, everything was white, she looked for an escape until she found a window above her. That was her way out.

She got to the wall and began to climb... but... she didn't stick... she couldn't get to it.

'Climb-proof paint.' Karl explained. 'The only way you'll get out is when we let you out, it should only be an hour.

'No!' Muriel spat. 'Let me out!'

'Muriel, we are doing this because we love you.' Donna said.

Muriel snarled and looked away. 'I hate you...'

There was a low gasp, it hurt Donna more than any dagger ever could.

'Fine.' Donna snuffed and walked away.

Karl watched his sister leave and turned back to the girl. 'We'll be back in an hour.' He said.

The latch was then shut, leaving Muriel what she could any call a cell.

...

It had to have been fifteen minutes of trying to stick to the walls before Muriel gave up, her hands were raw and bleeding, she was out of breath and slumped onto the floor.

She began to weep and slammed a mighty fist on the wall out of anger and betrayal.

Muriel curled herself up, hugging her legs tightly so they rested just under her chin.

She closed her eyes and found herself back in that dark place, the inside of her skull began to throb and felt the little legs on either side tingle once more.

Her body was experiencing a tremor only she could feel, something inside her was trying to come out, it was a dull pain and soon enough was taking over.

and then, she screamed...

As she did, warm webs spouted from the tips of all her legs and latched onto the wall opposite her.

Muriel got up in shock.

Did she do that?

She looked down and saw specks of webs dribbling from one on her spider legs.

She blinked and looked up to the ceiling, at the window.

Muriel closed her eyes again, focusing on that dull pain once more, she tensed up and felt another stream of webbing form out of the legs, but again hit the wall in front.

'No, up.' Muriel whispered, just in case the Lords were close and listening in.

She raised her right up, the spider legs on the same side were doing the same, slowly.

Muriel then closed her eyes and tensed again, web shot up and stuck itself onto the window, Muriel smiled and did it two more times just to make sure it was strong enough.

She took the thick strand but stopped and looked back at the door.

Her heart ached, knowing it'll cripple Donna and the rest to find she had escaped but she was doing it for them...

'This is not goodbye.'

With a deep breath, she climbed up her own web and soon was out back in the fog...

She ran, out of the Village and onto the open road, the path still smeared with mist, if she hurried she might be able to catch the person delivering the dagger.

As she ran, a familiar laugh caught her ear.

She squinted and looked.

'Duke?'

He smiled, sat at the front of his carriage, it was like he was waiting for her. 'Need a lift?'

#Muriel #Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil Village #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #fanfiction #Alcina Dimitrescu #chapter 4

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'By popular demand' were they not going to do a DLC in the first place?

Dont even play with me, it better be some Dimitrescu DLC, i need it.

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People who draw Donna with her veil on with eyebrows will never not be funny to me, more of this please <3

#Donna #donna beneviento #Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil Village