#this may be my villain origin story

[readingforaneternity]

So I’m an English major and Idk why I thought I would escape the character arc (forgive me, my brain is half dead right now and I can’t think of the actual word I want to use) where I take a class pertaining to my major and the class and professor nearly kills my love for all things english lit, and writing.

I am struggling so hard to even show up to the class let alone write the bullcrap essays.

I’ve hated nearly everything I’ve written for the class. And all my assignments have been turned in late.

I’m in a drought right now, and I hate it so much bc I miss scribbling ideas in my poetry book. Or daydreaming about characters and making little stories in my head.

I sit in that class and all the creativity that I posses wooshes out of my head like my professor is Ursula and I’m Ariel.

I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS

#black girl #college student #college sucks #i miss creativity #i hate school but am literally going to get a phd so I can become a professor…help! #how to restore my love of my craft after it’s been taken and dragged through the mud #burned in a garbage fire and crapped all over? #this may be my villain origin story #beware!

[breadandblankets]

if i was a gothamite i would simply find batman by looking for the GIANT power sink

nevermind post cancelled did yall know that the batcave has a hydroelectric plant inside and also in the 40s it was a fission reactor?

is the batcave on a separate system than the manor? there's no way that system was designed by a licensed engineer, bruce probably did it himself smh, add yet another crime to his rap sheet

#groverhaus more like fleder-haus amiright #im glad its a hydro plant now i don't trust bruce with fissile materials sorry bro #listen mr wayne i don't care that youre batman i CARE that you're osha compliant #my villain origin story is finding out this man is training kids in a cave with no handrails and DIYed high voltage #batfam #crossover ep! #bruce wayne #batman #i'm bread safety fan and bureaucratic wunderkind you may address me as such #also an electrical engineer so #yeah #trust me im an engineer

[paperhats-and-evil-schemes]

You know, I think what i fear most about all these soulless Disney remakes is that one day they'll take Hunchback of Notre Dame, one of the strongest and most daring Disney movies ever in its depiction of showing the dark sides of religion without demonizing faith as a whole, and that they'll take Judge Claude Frollo and either make him "sympathetic" or way less extreme than in the original, since Disney is nowhere near as ballsy to do something like directly criticize religious extremists anymore, I think, and that would just DESTROY the great impact that movie's messaging had.

That's not to say I have anything against sympathetic villains, but Frollo is one that was so strong BECAUSE of how awful he was and the position he held, and that fierce kind of villainy should NEVER be changed in his case imo. Very strong teaching moments in there for kids.

#Not that any kids these days are watching Notre Dame or anything 😂 But yeah. #Hunchback of Notre Dame was literally the movie that helped make it click for me that my parents were NOT very good people actually #Kids need these kinds of movies to help them learn when they're being manipulated for the worse #and it would be a shame if this strong example of that were given a crappy half-baked shlop of the original story #It wasn't Little Mermaid specifically that got me thinking abt this bc Ursula was actually still decently evil in it #But more stuff like Cruella and Pinocchio #Well anyways. I'm sure this has been pondered on in much better ways already. I'm just ready to fight someone if they dare change Hunchback #May be the only situation that being a financial flop might be good for it lol hopefully Disney will leave it alone rather than crap on it #In a shitty remake I mean #Frollo is a goddamn legendary untouchable villain and I just KNOW a remake would ruin him #Wow sorry for the random and completely irrelevant rant but I just feel VERY strongly about this lol #OP #Disney #the hunchback of notre dame

[wayfinderships]

I just found an animatic from 5 years ago Someone save me please- ←Is cringing at their old art

#pan rambles #I can't completely hate it. it was pretty ambitious #but also HHHHHHHHH- #I do look at all my projects I did surrounding this with fondness #I may not be as fixated on it as I was back then but... #Every so often I go “I should go back to that. We kinda went off on this original story” #I miss these characters your honor </3 #Especially the villains. Partially bc I think my pals and we gave them the funniest name ever #I wanna remake that animatic ngl #To any pals that might know an OC named Roma that I inserted into my One Piece s/i's lore... #Yeah this project im talking about is where he comes from #I miss it so much. I should go back to drawing stuff for it

[parbra]

#parbra #brapar #hws brazil #hws paraguay #my villain origin story #twice a year I remember to check the AO3 tag there to see if there is something new but... #maybe I should get back into writing #the worst part is that ONLY ONE of those is about them the other they appear in the background of a scene 😀🔫 #unless y'all are hiding the Br x Py content somewhere else #then tell me where #sofro mais que jesuscristo

[petroltogo]

It’s done.

About 42’000 words split in 7 chapters.

Somehow I’ve managed to finish writing the last part of [this could’ve been] a villain’s grand master plan in these last two and a half weeks.

I still have to edit everything, which will be a small nightmare, but doable so regular updates are a thing that will happen from now on.

Next chapter will be up this Friday and after that I’ll post a new one every week.

In the meantime would you be interested in snippets and cut parts?

#ReRe rambles #writing update #this could've been a villain's origin story 'verse #this may well be my first regular update schedule *sheds a tear* #i’m also plotting the next part and let me tell you no one is gonna have a good time #but after that we should have made it through the worst of it #i hope

[camping-with-monsters]

dropping some BMB character concepts—

“Vasilisa the Unfairly”

“One of the once living being that entered The Spotlight and succumbed to the groove— she went in with an unknown goal and a wooden doll in hand that was “charmed” to protect her. However, Vasilisa ended up losing the doll, and now wanders sickly through the glow, half-dead, and with clusters of mushrooms and veins of mycelium infesting her body, as well as an impressive pair of protrusions in a fully functional arm and a “head” that appears to look like a skull. The head can glow a brilliant orange like a flame when in the night and light herself a path, but most don’t assume kindly of someone in The Spotlight.”

(Based on Vasilisa the Beautiful/Fair and fairy rings)

“The Three Billy Goats Gruff”

“Also inhabitants of The Spotlight, possibly succumbing to the wrath themselves. To help those fall into to the groove, they attempt to charm others with a haunting melody and sing along. Marching to the beat of their own rhythm, they’ll do what’s necessary to win, even if that means sabotaging each other.”

(Based on The Three Billy Goats Gruff, fairy rings, and a lot of other weird prion/disease related stuff.)

“Merdusa”

“Should you be rafting your way through the waters towards “Giant Peach Island”, you best be weary about not disturbing the Merdusa that swims beneath the water. A bit more on the timid side unless provoked, looking into her eyes long enough can make your body attempt to disintegrate into sea foam. It’s undetermined if she does this willingly, or is just an unfortunate feature of her’s.”

(Based on The Little Mermaid and Medusa)

Credit to @pazam for help with this design!

#are they villains? ehhhh….. I prefer “obstacles” #I actually have a couple more than this #but now showing on accounts to them not having personalities/development yet besides designs #sorry these are so messy but here are some of my new sillies I’ve been cooking up #those who remember by DST oc Willabelle may find Vasilisa familiar…? #this post is killing me cause the format feels weird to me but eh whatever #Merdusa did not mean to become Cala Maria I swear /LHJ #Vasilisa The Unfairly #Three Billy Goats Gruff #Merdusa #Blind Man’s Bluff #Tags of Whistlegrimm #ocs #original characters #original stories #art #digital art #character design #character concepts #concept art #doodles #sketches #digital sketches #The Kiwi Draws

[selunight]

if you’ve been around a while, you know i have beef with the emperor… but i just found out there’s a way to uncover ANOTHER one of his lies and i am fuming…

#the emperor very well may be my villain origin story #☽ ⋆ ⁎ * ﹒ ooc.

[anghraine]

There’s been quite a bit of praise for the LBD by contrast to Persuasion (Netflix (derogatory)) in my notes and in some of the reviews I’ve read, and ... it certainly was orders of magnitude better than Persuasion seems to be, and genuinely fabulous in some respects (Charlotte!!), but tbh I think a) the second half is a lot weaker, b) the modernizing of Elizabeth and Darcy was pretty shaky in general, and c) the entire concept of “New Jane” is bullshit and I’m still mad when I remember the idea.

#it may be surprising coming from me but i actually thought it was much too hard on elizabeth #bc it leaned so hard on her being feisty and wrong #and the kind of weird sidelining of darcy (and getting offended that people were wondering what was up with that) #has the probably unintentional side effect of giving him a bit of a pass #also i hate pemberley as corporation and think it's the most boring conceivable modernization of it #and coding darcy as old-fashioned is my villain origin story #with elizabeth/lizzie it's admittedly challenging because that kind of vlog is sort of inherently rude #and elizabeth is a deeply considerate and private person #but lizzie was much more pop culture elizabeth modernized than actual elizabeth modernized imo #anghraine rants #austen blogging #austen fanwank #lbd critical #anghraine babbles #persuasion 2022 critical

[college-cryptids]

in honor of the end of the semester, here are but a fraction of the weirder things i have heard on campus throughout my college career thus far:

"now you know what we said about the paper clips. they don't exist."

"anyway, so i wrestled a bear–,"

"i am not BABY, i am BOWIE,"

*whilst staring mournfully at a powerpoint* "it's got a demon."

*very loud rendition of 'i'm a little teapot,' complete with accompanying hand motions, atop a cafeteria table*

"you know, the thing about horses is that they almost never explode,"

"i'm coming for you and your irish pickles!"

"these countries have romantic tension. but really it's just war."

"i am an informed citizen! i stay up-to-date on the mold people!"

*chanting "meth meth meth" in the middle of health class*

"i vibe with the tuba. i do not vibe with the sousaphone. that thing could eat me,"

"that's not blasphemy, that's just cthulu,"

"this just in: babies are a gateway drug,"

"what would i do without two sad clowns?" "well first off, you wouldn't have any friends."

"LET HE WHO IS NOT HORNY THROW THE FIRST STONE,"

"listen, it's 2023. if you as a young woman wish to identify as a catholic monk, you may do so."

#some of these may or may not have come from my professors #cryptid #college #finals week is my villain origin story #no context shall be given #text post

[iwritewhump]

home cooked meal

2023 year of whump

1375 words

characters: lux, kier, phoenix

warnings: captivity, infected wound (untreated), (implied) past abuse

first | previous | next | masterpost (i can’t link things on this computer so it’ll be a little bit before these are linked, sorry)

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Lux walks into the room and Kier’s head snaps up, eyes tracking him as he opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water. 

Kier’s stomach growls loud enough for Lux to hear. He smiles and walks toward the cage. “Are you hungry?” he taunts. “Too bad. Food is for people who don’t murder.”

“Anyway, I’m going out of town and it wouldn’t be smart to feed you just before leaving, so you’ll have to wait until Phoenix gets back to eat anything. She should be back by tonight, but she’ll probably be too busy unpacking to do anything till morning.” Lux crushes the water bottle and tosses it into the trash can. He presses his face up against the bars of the cage and sighs, “Still not talking?” 

Kier’s jaw juts out and Lux rolls his eyes, “You’ll cave eventually.” 

He pops Kier’s nose and pushes himself away from the cage, sending it swinging back. 

The cage bangs against the wall and smashes Kier’s wing in between the wall and the bar. Kier shouts out and pulls his wing through the bars, looking at the impact point, right where Lux penetrated his wing just days before. The wound is bleeding again and Kier does everything in his power to keep quiet. 

He inhales sharply and closes his eyes, clenching his jaw as he waits for the door to slam shut. The latch clicks and Kier exhales shakily and leans against the bars. He mutters, “Fuck.” 

The day passes and Kier watches the sun sink past the horizon, taking all the light with it. He stares at the door, praying for it to open. For anyone to pass through the threshold would be a miracle in his book. 

But the door remains shut. 

Kier sulks and slinks to the floor of the cage, fitting his legs through the bars of it so he can stretch them. His wings wrap around him and he ignores the stench of infection enveloping him. 

Tired footsteps trudge outside the door and Kier peeks through his feathers at the door, praying he wasn’t imagining it. The door handle turns and he sighs in relief. 

Phoenix walks into the room, pulling a suitcase behind her. She pushes the handle down and lays her jacket over the top of it. She leans back with her hands on her lower back, cracking her back with a relieved moan. 

“Comfortable?” Kier asks. 

Phoenix jumps and curses, “Fucker! I forgot you were here.” Kier stares at her. “Don’t take it personally. I have one of the worst cases of ADHD my therapist has ever seen. I really have a problem with object permanence. I’ve literally lost my car like. Four times this month.” she rambles. “Since you’re still here…want some food?” 

Kier tuts, “Y’know. I’m actually still full from the entire half-eaten sandwich Lux gave me yesterday. Thanks though.” 

She sighs and walks over to the fridge. “Cy told me he fed you before he left.” she squats and opens the crisper, “Do you want breakfast or…macaroni?” She asks. “Actually,  I don’t have the right kind of energy to make macaroni so we’re gonna do breakfast. How do you like your eggs?” 

Kier watches her take things out of the fridge. A carton of eggs, a box of pre-cooked sausage links, a tub of butter, and orange juice. Moving to the pantry, she says, “Fine, don’t talk. I can actually only make a scramble, so that’s what you’re getting. Pancakes?” She goes into the pantry and comes back out with a box of pancake mix. “Doesn’t matter, I’m making pancakes.” 

She grabs a bowl from the dishwasher and sets it on the counter. 

Within minutes, the kitchen was filled with smoke and Phoenix barely avoided singing her eyebrows. She coughs and ties off a bag filled with the burnt pancakes and tosses it next to the door. “Sorry about that. Geez, it’s like I turn away for three seconds and everything goes wrong.” 

She pushes the window open and turns the ceiling fan on before picking up the phone and dialing a number. As she waits for someone to answer, she asks, “You don’t have any allergies, right? I have coupons for a pizza and I like it with mushrooms and sausage.

“Hi!” she says, pointing at the phone so Kier knows she’s not talking to him anymore. She continues on with her order, Kier tunes her out, not particularly caring what kind of toppings or crust she prefers. 

The phone clatters on the table and Kier looks up. Phoenix smiles and sighs, leaning against the wall as she digs through her purse. “I never understand why they need a name. Do they think someone else lives here and they’ll steal my food?” She pulls out a few dollars and a brightly colored piece of paper before setting the bag on the table and sitting on the table. “I don’t get you.” she says. “I mean. One minute, you’re talking to me and the next you’re not? What’s up with that?” She huffs and stands up. “You’d think I was the one keeping you here.” 

“You are.” 

“No.” she argues. “Lux is keeping you here.” 

“You’re not letting me go.” 

She scoffs, “You think I don’t want to? I can’t. If I fuck up one more time, I’m fucked. Okay? One more mistake and I’m out. And that can’t happen.” She starts putting things from her failed cooking attempt back in the fridge. 

“What does that mean? ‘One more mistake’?” Kier asks. 

Phoenix exhales sharply, “I used to not be Phoenix.” she says. 

“Well duh. I know that’s not your real name.” 

“That’s…not what I mean. I used to go by Chimera.” 

“Fuck off,” Kier exclaims. “You?” 

She laughs halfheartedly, “Yeah. Me. And I loved it. I was doing what I thought was right. I didn’t have to answer to anyone, or do anything I didn’t want to do.” she shuts the fridge and sighs. “Then, Cy found me. And he-” 

“Oh my god,” Kier interrupts. “There was a three year gap between Chimera and Phoenix. Are you telling me that you were with him the whole time?”

“No,” she says. “He actually asked some of his friends to keep an eye on me while he had to deal with some family stuff. But he always knew where I was.” she looks at the ground and shakes her head, “Then when he took me back, I joined him. Because it was either that or I’d go back with one of them. And I couldn’t be Chimera anymore for obvious reasons. So Cy came up with Phoenix.”

Kier stares at her, “So…why’re you still with him? I mean you can just walk out, can’t you?” 

She scoffs, “You’d think so, wouldn’t you? He put a tracker in me. And if I take it out, he gets a notification. And he…always finds me” 

The doorbell rings and she rolls her shoulders, “That’s the pizza. I’ll be right back.” 

Kier stands up and runs his hands through his hair, grimacing when it gets caught in his curls. He works his hand out of his hair and shakes off the hair that comes with it. He sighs and leans against the back of the cage, looking at his wings. 

“Shit,” he mutters. One of his feathers grew back and the white stands out against the black like a sore thumb. He takes a deep breath and takes hold of the feather before ripping it out. He moans in pain and folds in on himself, biting his cheek so he doesn’t cry out. “Fuck.” 

He tucks the feather in his waistband and pulls at his shirt so there’s no way for it to be seen. 

The door swings open and Phoenix walks in, pizza boxes held high above her head. She sets the boxes down on the table and smiles, “I got breadsticks too. How many do you want?” 

Kier shrugs and Phoenix rolls her eyes. She gets a plate from the dishwasher and piles the pizza on it. She drags a chair next to the cage and sits down. 

“Here,” she says, fitting a slice through the bars of the cage, “We can each have four pieces, deal?”

#2023 year of whump #2023 year of whump february #whump #whump fic #whump story #original characters #original story #my writing #iwritewhump #wing whump #villain whump #hero whumper #i'm planning on getting this caught up before may but i make no promises #life might get Hard again

[samcat18]

Holding on by what feels like a thread today with how Much this work week was, and now my brother's here for a random week.

Can it be july yet??? I can't wait for him to be in a different state for a while 😑😑😑

#about the samcat #whine whine complain complain #this may be the start of my villain origin story #family woes #he's just so disruptive to my schedule which is about all i have going for me rn #and my mom keeps saying oh this is the last time he'll stay here #and i'm starting to not believe her!!!! #this is very inconsequential in the grand scheme of things but also i have big feelings

[viciouslyfilthy]

⭐

Send ⭐ for a sample of a new muse I am thinking of writing

'You've been staring at our wardrobe for a while, Jennifer..' the inner voice of the doctor commented.

Jennifer remained still, standing in front of the open wardrobe, as if hypnotized by it, and it's many, many contents; she was wearing the doctor's pajamas.

She felt like wearing something that reflected her self more today, however, she felt unsure, she wanted to try something different, that she didn't often wear- (and also, she, deep down, felt a little intimidated- to be free to express her genuine self. It's been rough trying to break out of this shell now that they both finally had freedom to do so)

"I'm not sure what I should wear..." her voice came out as a sheepish, soft whisper, as she replied to Richard.

'You can always put that white dress you often wear around the house, it is your favourite, isn't it?'

"But I always wear it! I feel like something else today, but what? There's so much to choose from..santo cielo" she mumbled as she moved some clothes out of the way to see what else was in their wardrobe.

'What about that, my dear?' Richard inquired, as Jennifer's gaze fell upon a warm, cream colored, layered dress.

"No way! We are not going out. Not today. I'm looking for..." she trailed off, moving apart clothes by clothes,

"Uh...oh! A-ha! Something like this!" She declared as she pulled out a pale blue tunic, complete with a matching cardigan of a darker shade of blue.

The doctor simply let out a soft 'mph', sounding as if he was lost in his own thoughts, and then everything just remained quiet within the headspace for a while. Long enough for Jennifer to change into her clothing of choice and then just, well, sit back on their bed- now procrastinating what to do next. So much to do around the large mansion they lived in, but where to start?

'What do I do now? What do we do? This is...' she asked within the headspace, hoping to get an answer from her companion as she trailed off.

Her gaze slowly fixated blankly in a random corner of the room, she felt like she needed to move, and yet, the body did not allow it. It couldn't. This was time-wasting already!

'I know, I know, this is strange for me as well. Very much so. This sensation...'

'Is it like having your hands tied for a long time, and now...you finally have them untied? Finally able to do what you want?'

'Precisely.'

In the headspace, the two were just kind of sitting awkwardly next to eachother in the mansion's attic. She looked over at her companion, the old doctor seemed to be just as unsure as she was.

Outside of the headspace, Jennifer had instinctively curled back up into bed, although she already had no recollection of doing so, she knew she did it. It felt exhausting to exist out here, sometimes. But it also felt useless for her to even be out if she was going to do nothing.

'If...this is a lot for you, then perhaps you should rest...' Richard's voice was comforting to hear again, even if his words did not seem to please her.

"But- I want to do something." She declared, in a stern whisper.

'We will, but perhaps not now, dear. We'll do things together, little by little, yes?'

"Maybe...yeah.. that- it sounds good enough."

'Very well.'

That sounded a little better, although she wished she were able to push through this feeling of a dead weight that never got off of her. It was always tiring to even try to push through, and when they both managed- they never seemed to really, genuinely, enjoy anything. Because they were too busy trying to live. Trying to keep things from breaking apart.

Being around Celeste was the hardest part for her. Jennifer never seemed to be able to work up the strenght to introduce herself to Richard's daughter, even if she sometimes could notice that she knew she was there, not her father. She had to play pretend, but sometimes she couldn't help but crack, hence why she sometimes mistakingly referred to Celeste with her own name-

Richard's daughter...the seemingly perfect life she has, that was supposed to have been her- she was supposed to have a life of her own, as she wanted it. She was supposed to have her own childhood. It wasn't meant to be Richard. It wasn't meant to be like this.

And that nun...she torments her-

"Jennifer." Richard's voice made her snap out of her drowning thoughts.

Oh. Now she was back inside here, and he had been brought out there. Why was it always so sudden?

'I'm sorry..'

The doctor quickly interrupted any other apology from being said, as there was nothing to be apologetic about.

Perhaps, they both should take the day with ease; it wasn't a good day to begin with, so... helping eachother out getting through it was their best option. Maybe it'd get better with time?

#richard felton tag tba #jennifer felton tag tba #mental illness tw #depression tw #dissociation tw #depersonalisation tw #gender dysphoria tw? #kinda #dragonskxn #okay look i know this is a LOT of writing but once I started writing them I couldnt stop 😔 my bad #these characters are going to be VERY divergent from their original source once i get to them bc theres a lot of work to be done #and i need a clear idea of what is actually gonna go on in my take for them #long story short in the game remothered richard and jennifer are some of the villains that try to kill the protag #and while not being the main villains i really REALLY dislike how characters with an identity disorder are always portrayed in a bad light #so i took things into my own hands and decide ok Im giving them a happy ending #because i grew attached to the retired doctor that may or may not have worms inside his body and the repressed wine aunt <3

[radioconstructed]

⌖ Good evening to, AND ONLY TO, the Token Heterosexual at the hotel who gifted me A HOUSEPLANT! Because “uh, that’s what you’re supposed to do for pride, right?”

⌖ KIND OF CONFUSED BUT HE’S GOT THE SPIRIT!

#⌖ SURE! I'LL ADD 'ACCEPTING GIFTS FOR PRIDE' TO MY WORLDVIEW! #⌖ GIRL... I can't touch this. It will DIE. #⌖ online #// yes I'm still at work yes my coworker and I are foaming at the mouths. debugging sas code will be my villain origin story. #I'll do actual reply when I have more than like. one brain cell that may or may not actively be on fire.

[leonspride]

ANTERIORMENTE EM PANTANAL: a origem de Nyarruá

Primogênito de Scar e filho único de Hadiza, morta sob condições suspeitas

Sofredor permanente das habilidades nada paternas do pai 

Ele é funcionário dele, na melhor das descrições

Sem amor em casa, logo, violência na vida. Veja as cicatrizes em labirinto

I didn’t choose the thug life, thug life chose me

Lutador quase profissional pois seu foco sempre foi a música

Ou cantava e tocava instrumentos ou o pai cortava o pescoço

Ele compõe também. Much doge such wow

Subiu na vida e passou de ano por merecimento e dedicação

Perco 10 segundos de vida mas eu não reprovo

vale ressaltar que não tomou a pílula na seleção

Poderzinho maroto em homenagem a família. Leão na veia e nas costelas.

ele se transforma em gato de madame, mas é segredo

Atualização cadastral: Nyarko “K.O.” Leons, 26 anos (módulo II), 1.90 de puro músculo, batedor oficial da Rotten to The Core, heterossexual.

AGORA FIQUEM COM O NOVO EPISÓDIO:

Foi a primeira vez que Nyarko usou o serviço do Grilo desde que pisara os pés na academia, e tudo por insistência daquela voz irritante do Leons de menor idade. O que era, diga-se de passagem, completamente estúpido, porque ele sabia de onde vinha aquele cansaço enorme. Silencioso, escutou o diagnóstico do grilo, que citava cada sintoma com um Nyarko respondendo mentalmente. Esgotamento Físico. Ele é batedor do Rotten to The Core e um dos nomes nas lutas ilegais do Castigo, claro que tinha que manter o físico enorme. Esgotamento Mental. Ele era perfeccionista ao extremo, ora, tinha uma mensagem a passar para o resto do mundo e todas as chances contra si. Escrever letras? Compor a melodia? Desgaste excessivo. A presença no ambiente refinado era uma afronta, uma ralé se portando como um príncipe? Ganhando partida por partida nas regras dos que estavam por cima? Isso aí é um trabalho difícil, muito exigente. Exaustão extrema. O conjunto da obra, o preço de ser o melhor de todos. Não teria problema em pagar tão pouco por tudo aquilo.

Nyarko aceitou a dispensa sem grandes reclamações, um tempo no Castigo não poderia ter vindo em momento melhor.

Não era sobre o pai nem o estúdio. Pouco importava os convites de luta ou a ajuda no orfanato. Nyarko olhava para o familiar e não sentia o gosto do prazer, a liberdade de se comunicar. Buscava e vagava e procurava algo diferente nos becos do Castigo, uma fração minúscula daquele brilho que carregava quando era mais novo. Quando ainda era Daren. Tinha ouvido falar de movimentações ‘ilegais’ em certos pontos, a voz sussurrada carregando o Doomsday pelos ventos tóxicos, sorrateiros. Ele não esperava dar de cara com um assim, na sorte pura e simples, mas... Mas algo mudou quando ocorreu aquele conflito. Chegou com algumas horas de atraso, mas o ar preenchido com tensão e selvageria inundou as narinas do primogênito de Scar. A notícia correndo solta evitava os defensores que tinham se concentrado ali. Bandeiras quebradas, mensagens destruídas pela água ácida e aquela repetição, a insistência de enaltecer uma figura dentre as demais.

Mas você tinha que ter visto ela! Ela pulou em cima deles, K.O. Parecia um animal selvagem. Grande, forte, com uma tatuagem de leão no pescoço. Mas o assustador era os olhos, K.O. Os olhos dela eram amarelos...

Nyarko não deixou que terminasse o comentário quando o pobre mensageiro foi pressionado contra a parede e ameaçado de morte. O ar fugindo dos pulmões até ser libertado quando a verdade viesse à tona. Esse tipo de comportamento se repetiu algumas vezes, acompanhando o rastro de trem desgovernado a pleno vapor.

Hadiza estava prevendo aquele irromper do filho ou ele não teria encontrado facilidade para entrar e encontrar a salinha em que estava escondida. Suas mãos já esperando para englobar o rosto adulto de Nyarko, sorriso pronto nos lábios sangrentos. Tinham dito que só foi um atrito entre forças opostas, mas Hadiza tinha pegado o pior de tudo. Ocultado pela pele escura, os hematomas espalhavam enormes... Vamos para- Tentava começar, os braços sendo interrompidos na tentativa de colocá-la nos braços e sair correndo. Não tinha alternativas, o sistema de saúde do Castigo era tão precário que nada poderia ser feito. Como não? Ele que tinha ferimentos assim todo final de treino, que encarava o ‘tratamento’ como algo tão simples, e ela... Sua mãe... Sua falecida mãe sucumbia por falta do básico? O assombro e alívio transformando-se numa revolta que alterou a respiração. Modificou a forma que o coração batia e os órgãos funcionavam. Um leão com alternativas era implacável. Mas um leão acuado, contra a parede, era letal.

Ele abaixou a cabeça para ouvir suas últimas palavras. A falsificação da morte por Scar para não atrapalhar o desenvolvimento e molde do herdeiro. Os longos anos precisando ficar escondida para manter a própria vida. O envolvimento com o movimento do Doomsday e a descoberta de um novo sentido para a sua vida. Nyarko ouviu tudo e guardou consigo, gravou cada letra a ferro e fogo.

Alguma coisa mudou. Alguma coisa quebrou. Alguma coisa saiu nova daquela fornalha, quente como um inferno. E, hey, estava na hora de fazer o mesmo pela Cidade de Cima: lembrar quem é que estava no comando ainda, quem precisava de quem na hierarquia. E, principalmente, assumir o lugar da mãe no Doomsday.

HABILIDADE MÁGICA:

METAMORFOSE FELINA. Com a sorte que tinha, qual a probabilidade de ser presenteado com uma habilidade que ajudasse suas transformações? Os dentes afilados, as unhas mais compridas, o ‘defeito’ na garganta puxado para o rosnar? Nyarko ganhou o poder de virar aquilo que mais queria, seu desejo supremo e sonho realizado. Demorou o primeiro módulo para dominar a parte leonina do seu poder, mas achou particularmente desafiador investir no que tinha sido seu primeiro defeito: a transformação num gatinho de madame. Agora ele exagera e brinca com cores, focinhos curtos e bigodes sensíveis. É mais fácil para ele os felinos de grande porte, por causa do tamanho da forma humana. Contudo, os pequenos, ah... Ele mantém essa capacidade em segredo. Se perguntarem? Só leões e tigres, com licença.

EXTRAS:

Criou o The Punishers durante o Módulo I da academia, com o auxílio de Scar para manter as músicas no Lampfy. É um grupo com letras pesadas e poucas alegorias, expondo a realidade da vida no Castigo da maneira mais crua possível. As partes de rap e cantadas fluem erráticas e complementares, dando origem a um som que contagia até os mais puristas. Contudo, é aquela coisa, ame-a ou odeia-a, mas concorde com cada letra.

Alterou morfologicamente os dentes num estúdio no Castigo, afilando-os devagar para o processo passar despercebido pelos captores. Sim, ele chama de captores todos os professores e ‘responsáveis’ da cidade de cima. Parou antes da transformação completa, mantendo a funcionalidade dos molares e aumentando a perturbação quando sorri por completo (e, ora, agora tem a habilidade de deixá-los como quiser).

K.O. é apelido de guerra. A reputação precedendo o filho de Scar sem grandes controles. Ainda luta, ainda tem o sangue quente para resolver na base da violência, mas não tem o mesmo instinto assassino de outrora. Cuidado, lá vem ele na boca do Castigo; ou dos mocinhos que se aventurarem bem fundo nas ruas mal iluminadas.

Tem uma tatuagem de leão em tinta que brilha nas luzes neons do Castigo e parcialmente no escuro.

Seu verdadeiro nome é Daren, nascido à noite em nigeriano.

#RESUMINDO: mãe morta está de volta só pra morrer this is my villain origin story bay boy vibes mais fortes e caóticas

[the-canadian-nerd]

Haven't seen the Mandalorian season 3 trailer but from what I've heard Bo-Katan actually calls the Children of the Watch a cult (probably to Din) and I am fucking here for it!

Bonus: can she please kick the Armourer's ass

#star wars #the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #look she may be a problematic hot mess #but she's my problematic hot mess ok! #take that fucking dude bro fan boys! #COTW IS A FUCKING CULT! #I swear if Mando actually because the Mand'alor it will be my villain origin story #that man has no skills for leading Mandalorian on a full scale