#Horror Villains and What They Would Put in the Hat

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villains and: What They Would Put in the Hat

(The 7 Minutes in Heaven hat)

This was pretty much inspired by This post by @your-mxnd-is-mxne ! ^^

Warnings: Cursing and gore (As in limbs being put in the hat)

Animal the Cannibal: A potato peeler. BE CAREFUL.

Baby Firefly: A cute scrunchie. Put it in your hair!! She thinks you'll look so cute ^^ If you don't have hair/its too short, you can put it in hers! ^^ (So basically you win everything)

Billy Loomis: A folded up poster for the local cinema's horror night. They're playing Psycho, The Birds and then Psycho 2 Back-To-Back.

Bo Sinclair: Little plyers. he never leaves home without them, so you better give them back! Play nice and he may use them on you *cough*

Bubba Sawyer: A pig femur... its not clean...

Candyman: A little leather bound journal with his poetry in it. If he likes you, maybe he'll read you some!!

Captain Spaulding: A pamphlet for his shop! He'd just fucken love to show you around.

Carrie White: A pencil. She wasn't sure and she didn't have a whole lot on her! she hopes that's okay ^^

Chop Top Sawyer: His sunnies! Not his wig, that's special. But you got his glasses! He even wants to see you put them on.

Chucky Lee Ray: He put his whole damn shoe in there. I mean, he's a doll. Why not? // If he's in his human form, though, maybe... a... condom...

BONUS for @your-mxnd-is-mxne because its their idea in the first place ^^ Daddy Hall- *cough* I mean Doc Halloran!: Bullet casing. Its, oddly enough, the only thing that was in his pockets?? 😅 After all he is only here to hunt Leslie- see if you can distract him, though.

Dr Suave: A pack of tooth floss from his pocket. He's a dentist, what do you expect from him?

Drayton Sawyer: The keys to the chilly van (Its all he had on him). He's gonna want them back.

Freddy Krueger: A scrap oh his sweater and it turns to dirty brown dust as soon as you see what it is.

Granny Boone: Buckman's initialed handkerchief.

Harper Alexander: A twig that's been widdled a whole bunch. It may snap in your hand- don't you worry, he don't mind ^^

Inkubus: Ripped piece of paper with a backwards K scribbled into it. You get ink stains on your fingers.

Jack Dante: An action figure! Probably He-Man or something. You can play with it for now but you're gonna give it back when he goes home.

Jason Voorhees: A chunk of moss. Its squishy and fresh.

Jedidiah Sawyer: A tie! He's a well dressed man and always brings an extra XD

Jennifer Check: Cherry Coke Chapstick! You know she's that super cool person who had all the branded soda flavours. And she may even apply some to you~

Jerry Dandridge: His scarf. And its cold- why don't you wear it for a while?~ He's very charming. And this is the man you're gonna get stuck in a closet alone with for nearly 10 minutes! Goodluck-

Leslie Vernon: His mask. He's gotta spread the word!! Make sure people know who he is! This felt like a marketing opportunity.

Lester Sinclair: That grizzly lookin' knife of his. Listen to him chat about it and he'll love you forever.

Luda Mae Hewitt: Wooden spoon. Her logic? If she goes in there with someone iffy she can beat them with it.

Max Grief: Cassette tape out of his car. He wasnt sure what to really put in, so, *shrug*

Mayor Buckman: Boone's initialed handkerchief (Yeahhhh, they're cute like that XD).

Mental Manny: Straw twisted and bent into the shape of some satanic symbol. You feel uncomfortable holding it. But oh, he wants you to have it now~~ A gift.

Michael Myers: Someone's ear.

Mickey Altieri: A snack. Like a cookie from a vending machine or a pack of 2 minute noodles. You can have it, no worries.

Midnight Man: The page with the names on it. ... wanna play a game?

Miss Quinn: Her hand mirror. Come on now, sweetheart!!~ We'll make you look pretty.

Monty Hewitt: A screwdriver. You got anything he can fix up rela quick? He doesn't mind, if it means he can get away from Hoyt for a bit.

Otis B. Driftwood: You don't wanna know. I'm not telling you. Put it down.

Pamela Voorhees: Her drivers licence. She was looking in her wallet and thought it was logical- plus she sure as hell wasn't putting in her polaroid of Jason.

Patrick Bateman: His card, of course. Its so damn crisp- you get a paper cut.

Pennywise: A horn! Honk honk!

Rocco the Clown: Some poor bastard's kneecap. Yes. A kneecap. And I still won't tell you what Otis put in the hat.

Roman Bridger: A very fancy pen. The kind thats like 50 dollars for one. It's for signing contracts but he likes to show off that he has it.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: 'His' sheriff's badge! He wants you to comment on it, too- call him Sheriff Hoyt- stroke his ego. That's all he wants.

Stu Macher: A lollipop! You can have it, he's already sucking one. You two can have matching blue tongues!

Stuart Lloyd: Someone forced him to chuck in the USB that his little movie is on- he's terribly anxious about it and hope that you'll just give it right back and don't play it. Its not done...

DBD! The Clown: A little travel bottle with a suspicious liquid inside. He suggests that you drink it... I suggest you do not. Unless, you know, you're into it-

DBD! The Deathslinger: A wrench. He's a handy man and never leaves the house without his handy wrench!

The Djinn: ... the jewel...

DBD! The Huntress: A bunny ear from a bunny doll. She can do it herself but if you sew it back onto her dolly then you have a friend for life.

The Man (Hush): A switchblade. He's gonna want it back but (; you can keep it while you're in the closet with him if it makes you feel safer.

Taxidermist: Some kind taxidermists tool. Maybe a fleshing cone or a necker knife.

Thomas Hewitt: A pretty rock. 🪨

Vincent Sinclair: A notepad so he can talk to you if you don't know sign language ^^

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: A crushed can of coke. He doesn't carry shit around with him and he sure as fuck is not handing over his knife.

#Horror Villains x Reader #Horror Villains #Horror Villains and What They Would Put in the Hat #Horror Villains 7 Minutes In Heaven #Winslow Foxworth Coltrane #Foxy Coltrane #Vincent Sinclair #Thomas Hewitt #The Taxidermist #Taxidermist #Walter Harris #The Man (Hush) #DBD Huntress #DBD Anna #The Djinn #DBD Deathslinger #Caleb Quinn #DBD The Clown #Kenneth Chase #Jeffrey Hawk #Stuart Lloyd #Stu Macher #Sheriff Hoyt #Charlie Hewitt Jr #Roman Bridger #Rocco The Clown #Pennywise #Patrick Bateman #Pamela Voorhees #Otis B Driftwood

[nuctoria]

Ghosts of the Past AU (Part 3)

They were closing in, all at the ready to tear him apart. Luigi trembled and tried to use his poltergust to keep them away, make way to get to the door but it was no use, they had him cornered. He felt ready to cry. This isn't how he wanted to go. He didn't want to die. If they finished with him, Mario would be next, he couldn't allow that.

He went to use the flush on Dimentio but it gave Antasma the opening he needed to rip the poltergust right off of him and throw it to the side, leaving him unarmed. King Boo laughed at seeing the newfound terror in the plumber's expression. Now he was truly at their mercy, mercy they didn't have, not for him.

Just as he felt like this was this end, who else would come to his rescue but his loyal companion, Polterpup. The usually playful ghost dog was barking and growling, jumping around and biting the three villains, giving Luigi a short moment to get back to his senses and run past them all, snatching his poltergust on the way and exiting the room. Once he was out, Polterpup ceased his chaotic attack and ran after him, leaving the villains to realize what happened and float after the two.

Luigi ran as fast as he could around the mansion, trying to reach the front doors and escape, coming to a halt when he discovered that it would be of no use as the doors had been replaced with stone. He went to the closest window, smashing it open but to his horror, it was of no use. The area around the mansion was no more, fully gone, like the chunk that had the mansion on it was ripped off and put in a whole other dimension. All he could see was a dark purple void, stretching endlessly all around him. He was trapped.

Polterpup heard the three villain close in on them, so it bit Luigi's sleeve and phased through the floor with him and to the basement of the mansion, helping him hurry to any hiding spot they could find so they wouldn't be caught. Luigi was struggling to breathe, his heart beating so hard it ached, his vision was blurred and he couldn't focus on the world around him. It only grew worse when he heard his pursuers talking above them, gripping his hat for dear life and pulling it down on his head until it covered his tearing eyes. Polterpup let out a whine and laid on his lap to try and comfort him but that could only do so much.

Right above them, the three ghosts were looking at the broken window in utter disbelief. "There's no way he jumped off" insisted King Boo as Dimentio flew out and looked over the edge. "He might have. Might have lost his mind vizh terror and chose death" Antasma assumed. Dimentio, however, objected, "I don't think so, my bat friend. If he did, we would still be hearing his echoing shrieks of terror. Besides, Luigi is a man who loves to live, he wouldn't throw himself away just like that. He must still be in here, hiding.".

"No matter, this still works for us. That scaredy cat doesn't have many options here. He either goes insane hiding away, gets caught, or he comes to face us. Who knows, perhaps we can give him some...encouragement to make his decision quicker" cackled King Boo, leading his allies away from the window and deeper into the mansion.

After not hearing a single thing for a few minutes, Luigi felt safe enough to burst out crying, hugging his only companion tightly as it whined and nuzzled him to try and comfort him. How could this happen to him? Why must this happen to him. What did they plan to do? What could he do? This was nothing like before, he had no safe area to rest in this place, his only possible way of communication with E-Gadd was gone and he had no idea if anything else was waiting for him in the shadows on this mansion. He was all alone and everything was out to get him. He went over all the choices he made that day and wished he could go back and change them so he wouldn't have ended up in this situation. He wanted to scream, to shout, to cry, to close his eyes and pretend this was all just a bad dream but knew if he did, it would be game over.

After what felt like forever, he had no more tears to let out, for now at least, and spent a good 5 minutes breathing deeply and evenly so he could get his thoughts in order. Petting Polterpup helped too. The ghosts had been right, he didn't have many choices, and only one was the right choice. He had to face them and capture them. Even if he got out without doing so, they'd be free to roam and they might go after other people he cared for, King Boo was especially good at that. He hoped he hadn't already.

He finally got up, straightened his hat and turned on the flashlight.

Time to hunt some ghosts.

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This was pretty rushed and not that exciting, plus it's short but I really wanted to take a small break from college work and write something fun so boom. Eat up children. I'll make the future parts better, I promise.

@istadris @itsavee4117 @darknadaworld @fruitytiff @billinshoes @ceo-of-kirbandee @keakruiser @peaches2217 @kuramirocket

#luigi #antasma #dimentio #king boo #luigi's mansion #ghosts of the past au #mario & luigi dream team #spm

[veveisveryuncool]

Please share some of your 8587420 metadede wedding headcanons, I'd love to hear them /gen

YEAHYEAH YOU GOT IT ANON!!!!! order up under the cut :D

Kirby was sosososo excited to be the flower girl and kept making an absolute mess out of the flowers during rehearsals (Ribbon got to practice with him and cheered the hardest when he finally made it down the aisle in one piece)

Kirby definitely did that thing you see in cute wedding videos where he saw Meta Knight and Dedede at the end of the aisle and sprinted towards them

Bandee was also really excited to be the ring bearer but also had an equal amount of anxiety

but he did such a good job and was super proud of that, good for him :]

Since Kirby and Bandee already had spots, MK and Dedede asked Sailor Dee and Adeleine to walk as their family (kinda like a mother of the bride/groom, but since both their parents don't exist/are super dead, they used the people they considered family)

Adeleine nearly broke down in tears when she realized that Dedede saw her as family

Sailor was just absolutely ecstatic and promised that she would do the best she could (they both did)

The entire wedding had a star/heaven motif (partners who shook the heavens, anyone?)

twas lovingly chosen by the decorations commitee, aka Taranza, Adeleine, and Prince Fluff

oh fun fact i was originally going to have Fluff be the officiator bc royalty, but let's be honest this guy was probably playing the most gorgeous piano piece during the ceremony

Bandana Dee, Adeleine, and MK all got to keep their character-defining headwear during the wedding. This is important.

Out of the reformed villains club (Magolor, Susie, Taranza, Marx), Taranza was the only one allowed to work on the wedding. To everybody else, he acts humble and modest about this privelige, but to their little club, he is rubbing it in everyone's face

Taranza also picked out the flowers for Kirby and the decorations, given that MK and DDD know jack about floral design

You can be sure as hell that all the Meta-Knights and Halberd crew were there, all crying a river

Like even Captain Vul was getting teary eyed

They had the most legendary bachelor (+ Sailor Dee) party ever

All the Castle Dedede waddle dees were there.

All of them.

they took up at least 80% of the seating, but Dedede made sure everyone had a place to sit

Instead of wedding rings, they used bracelets!! (they have,, no fingers guys)

It’s a simple silver band engraved with a hammer and Galaxia on it (yes inspired by that one fic)

because nothing says “i love you” more than you and your partner’s weapon mains crossed together

Meta Knight proposed first because face it this guy is whipped af

He’s been trying to propose since Robobot but every time he tries, he gets comically interrupted by Kirby or Bandee or an eldritch horror or even Dedede himself

They’ve been acting like an old married couple since literally forever, why not make it official? 

But also Dedede was overjoyed to have an official big beautiful wedding

Their vows were both meticulously crafted, and while MK was extremely secretive of his, Dedede often pouted about how hard it was to put how much he loved him on paper

like DDD even practiced on MK multiple times just to get it right

In the end though DDD just winged it on the day of

and it was the most pure, lovingly said speech Meta had ever heard

During the kiss, MK did that thing where he used his mask to cover their faces like in old western movies 

Marx and Magolor, who only came for the potential face reveal, were monumentally disappointed, “oh cOME ON” “what a ripoff! i can’t believe i changed my hat and got a new bowtie for this! i demand a refund!”

Susie was also lowkey miffed but she found Marx and Magolor’s reactions way funnier

Kirby and Bandee, however, were hyped up more than anything for the wedding

“If your dad marries my dad, then that means that we’d be siblings for real!!!!”

they were honestly more excited and impatient than MK and DDD were lol

now they have officially become a big happy family <333

#meta knight #king dedede #metadad #dededad #metadede #kirby #kirby series #kirby headcanons #have fun with this #rb with your own hcs i love to read them!! #anyways they are so <3 i love them

[darkwingsnark]

‘So what if Mario died?’

A Bowsario AU idea.

Step 1.) kill the man. Pick your poison, could be as simple as Mario dying during a more routine kidnapping or even one of the more random and evil villains. Point is, at the end of the day, you need a body-- so no King Boo trapping him in paintings just to rip it up.

Step 2.) Bowser can’t let it go. He doesn’t exactly know why, his own feelings mixed up with emptiness and anger from Mario having the gull to DIE. Real rude, man. Well Bowser isn’t going to just sit there and let the man be dead. It isn’t in the cards, at least not the ones he’s playing with-- Bowser always stacking things in his favor. So he waits for some time after the funeral so as to not having witnesses as he sends peeps off to steal a whole Mario. Just snatched him from the ground-- free dead man.

Step 3.) Resurrection. You’ve heard of Dry Bones and Dry Bowser, now lets see how you deal with Dry Mario. That’s right, Bowser has Kamek do some necromancy. Mario wakes in a gasp-- despite not having lungs-- not having memories of his death. He probably thinks it’s still mid adventure. He realizes he’s in Bowser’s castle, and of course he’s just going to break out. No kidnapping good ol’ Mario. Not today!

Step 4.) Mario fights his way out only to be confronted by Bowser. Bowser is relieved to see him alive and moving. He’s missed him far more than he realized. Of course, this jubilation is kind of put on hold as Mario goes on a whole spiel about how Bowser can’t kidnap him. He has things to do! He was in the middle of a mission! It is then Bowser realizes Mario doesn’t KNOW. Bowser tries to calmly explain to him that he died. He brought him back. Mario doesn’t believe him because, why would he? Bowser tries to convince him while they fight through the castle, only for one point Bowser finds a reflective object or rips a mirror off a wall to show him. Mario stop mid-attack to look at himself in horror.

Step 5.) Bowser... what have you done? It’s a lot, maybe too much to the point Mario’s unable to keep himself together as he literally falls apart. It is later that Mario wakes up again, this time in a different room altogether. It’s a room with accommodations like bed, separate bathroom, closet, bookshelf. And so on. Mario remembers what happened before fading to black, and looks at his arms. In shock he goes to the bathroom and looks in the mirror to take himself in. What he sees is this:

He is alone as he tries to do his best to evaluate the situation. First thing he needs to somewhat feel like himself. He is immensely relieved when he sees the closet has his trademark outfit-- down to the gloves, shoes, and even a hat. Mario gets dressed just to see less of himself, as well as the fact he feels naked. I mean, the guy is all bones, not even skin to make him naked. But it’s the principle of it! Step 6.) At some point he is visited by Bowser and gets more information out of him. He finds out what happened to him, how long he’s been dead. His instinct is to go back to Luigi, to make sure he’s okay. But Bowser and Kamek are able to convince him that woah woah woah... Green Stache? He was hurt the most from all of this, maybe don’t go over there and traumatize the guy more? It’s actually sound logic, and that surprises Mario. Enough that he’s able to listen out what Bowser’s plan is. They brought him back from the dead, sure easy enough. They do it all the time. But they’ve never turned people back into full on flesh people before. But there are theories that it can be done. They’re working on trying to restore him fully so that everything can go back to normal.

Mario essentially ends up staying with Bowser as they’re trying to figure things out. He at least makes Bowser promise to have people watch Luigi so that he doesn’t get worse. And to keep an eye on the Mushroom Kingdom in general. But meanwhile it’s Mario just... hanging. Trying to make himself useful, asking to go on mission to find herbs and stuff that Kamek needs to restore him. Lots of bonding with Bowser. And through it Mario finally asks ‘why did you do all of this?’ Only for Bowser to tell him ‘because the thought of having to act like things were normal without you being around scared me’. Mario learns just how important they are to each other’s lives, and during the journey/event fall in love.

#super mario bros #bowsario #mario mario #bowser #dry mario au #fanfiction #long post #skeleton tw #death mention tw #necromancy tw

[tiredboogawwo]

Really Stupid Tenya Au+Art

Ok so by the title you can probably tell that I have little faith in my Aus. So here we go:

Basically Tenya as the Lov/Jaku Traitor. [wait! That doesn't make sense!?] I feel UA traitor stuff is really overdone, so basically after his teacher (I'm one of those "ooo tensei was friends with his teachers and they hung out with tenya as a kid!" people) is almost killed at the USJ incident, Tenya says: Ayo thats not right, and starts looking heavily into them.

This eventually leads him to Jaku Hospital. Questioning whether he should really get involved in something this serious, he gives himself time to ponder it. Then his brother is almost killed. And all sh1t hits the fan. Tenya jumps the gun, and fast. Hearing the rumors of the hero killer and the lov somehow working together (not quite true bro) he fakes his personal information and goes undercover as a maintenance worker at the hospital. Finding out horrors, secrets, and tragedies galore, how will he get himself and those close to him out of the mess the lov and he himself made?

Not only that, Pretending that everything was fine when his brother was attacked was one thing, but keeping up a malicious act around those you wish to deceive also seems to bleed into his hero life too....

But hey, maybe he does make a better villain than a hero?

Art+ more hcs/facts

Au stuff:

1) He gets no sleep. Like maybe an hour, bro is working the night shift all while risking his life and going to UA, he lives off coffee

2) He has a bunch of oil stains, and god knows what else on him at all times from repairs

3) His hat hair is insane

4) He wear contacts and hides a lot of his hair with the hat, but the contacts make his eyes itch and he just generally struggles with them.

5) :)) because of his lack of sleep, and odd behavior the UA staff start to suspect he's the UA traitor.

6) Tenya finds himself slipping. Different acts, whether it being the one that everything is fine at school, or the malicious and heartless act he puts on at his job, they bleed together sometimes at school, where he feels the safest. He's tired. Everything hurts. He's constantly working or exercising or studying. He's starting to slip, and he knows it. But he can't stop, not when he's so close

7) Aizawa first catches on that Tenya is hiding something when he passes out one time during gym. Tenya is a straight laced student, so he of all people would get an adequate amount of sleep. Not only that, but he made excuses, something that the kid he knows wouldn't do.

OK I FEEL THIS WAS KINDA WACK BUT PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IN THE COMMENTS

I genuinely need to know, I feel it was wack. Also also, I wanna see some villain/hero Tenya clashing a bit in this au, you're free to use this idea but please give some credit

#art #mha fanart #iida tenya #tenya lida #mha tenya #tenyacentric #tenya au #lov traitor #ua traitor #mha #aizawa shouta #tensei iida #usj #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hero killer

[fangedprinx]

The more I think about the Dracula novel the closer I get to wanting to dismantle the story and put it back together again in a way that would kill Bram Stoker if he wasn't already dead

He's not getting any less dead though so my antagonistic approach to the text can't kill him

When I say antagonistic I mean:

A story inspired by thoughts of how the Queen should get snacked on by Dracula along with the British aristocracy, actually, because for all the xenophobic imperialist mental backdrop of a book where the enemy is a spooky foreign dude, the British empire was bloodier than one single vampire in a silly little castle (even if we focus just on the imperial core, there's plenty to zoom in on with the British industrial revolution, e.g. "the machinery of capitalism being oiled with the blood of the workers", the poverty and deprivation of the working class, everyday exploitation with the added bonus of young men being asked to go off and die in wars because people in silly hats are having a pissing contest). Once Dracula is finished using them as a juicebox he should get beheaded in a worker's revolt because he would underestimate the courage and resiliency of the lower classes and expect to just rule over them. And he doesn't have an iota of awareness of how to manipulate the levers of power in a complicated post-feudal social system he ate most of the rulers of. (For context, I am Irish and a socialist and I will go toe to toe with the fear-laden mental landscape of one of the most famous Dubliners to ever write a novel where British aristocrats are some of the good guys.)

Dracula creeping on Jonathan Harker is spooky in the novel but I also don't respect Stoker's intent there. The overtones of unsavoury interest as supposed to imply some sort of homosexual proclivities was then part of the horror especially for audiences of the time, and I don't want to unquestioningly reproduce this dynamic because sincerely fuck that. The fact that Dracula is queer-coded as a villain as part of what makes him villainous is not something I care to take at face value and reproduce. Potentially writing Dracula/Jonathan Harker where Dracula isn't a manipulative creep engaging in subtle psychological abuse and torture of Jonathan is completely contrary to canon characterisation but there's been a long line of Dracula adaptations with a tenuous relationship to canon and I want to break free of the confines of the text and upend its assumptions. I want an aggressive reading/transformative work that disregards the author's intent to create something different from it, and maybe if I have time I will do it myself. Move over fear of the other we have fear of the self (as being attracted to the same gender) to tangle with and then overcome.

The least antagonistic to the text would be fun little bad ends where the failure of the heroes' mission is part of the enjoyment. I'm gonna write a bit of spooky sexy turning characters into evil vampires who are gleeful about being horrors of the night, as a treat.

I enjoy(ed) reading Dracula but I also want to explode it into its constituent atoms and reassemble them in a configuration that suits me more

#Dracula #Bram Stoker #Harkula #Sometimes fandom is a conversation between you and a long-dead author where you are insulting him #Dracula daily #1897 novels that make my brain rattle against the confines of my skull

[lutawolf]

Big Dragon Episode 3 Review and Commentary

Don't go looking for episodes 1 and 2 review because there isn't one. I watched them but I'm late to the party. So, I'm starting here.

The song "I work out" just came to my head while we watch the swim model play with his hair. OMG the secondhand embarrassment is gonna kill me. Okay, I really can't with this dumbass hiding behind a chair. Sweet baby jezebel. Okay but we have the bag with the phone. Of course, it's password protected you dip shit. Just stomp that thing or take out sims card. There, wait. Running it under water? I just. 🤦‍♀️

What, now ya gonna steal. What the fuck are you doing. These dumbasses better start to have growth. Oh, you are taking the undie. That's actually pretty funny. Iffffff you hadn't got caught. At this point I think you should be writing a book on how to be a dumb ass villain. I think you need to just give up the life of crime. Sub baby is so subby. Look at him just standing there. Like he puts up no fight when being searched.

Oh, now we push. You are feeling all kinds of tough, dumbass. You never thought he would back that shit up. Oh damn, he said sorry. These two shitheads are made for each other realy. This is what nonconsenting looks like. When Yai drugged Mangkorn and now this shit that Mangkorn is pulling. We don't know if Yai is consenting because he wants to or because he is afraid of the videos being leaked.

Now here is the thing, this is art. None of us are saying this is okay. We know that these two ass hats are problematic. When you say that marginalized media can't be problematic art, then you are participating in the oppression. Forcing queer media to not be problematic art is saying, we don't have the right to occupy the same space as straight/white media.

Back to the show. This is what a forced D/s element looks like. Mangkorn got a roleplay kink, mkay. Oph, straight to the punishment. No talking until told to. For sure forced consent. More commands. And if we didn't know for sure, we now know he sucked it before. He's got a gage reflux.

Okay, so he was teasing him. Then he tells him to wait and Yai does. So subby. These rich bitches probably own walking shorts. Lawd. Okay so, we at a park, at night. This is how horror movies start. Douche canoe, he might have teased you, but you drugged him. You guys are almost even. Friendship. He wants friendship until the internship is over. The nagging back and forth. He doesn't know how to make friends, that doesn't ring true.

Now we are starting to see them. The real them. Getting a little cuteness. Aww, he got him a shirt... I think that is a shirt. Looks more like a sweater vest. Still, it's the thought that counts. Buddy boy he has seen it all already. Hahaha.. Wait, should I be concerned that dipshit and I think alike. Oh it is a shirt! Is that a tiger necklace? Aww, he brought him to his favorite spot.

Look at that slight smile on Yai's face when Mankorn brings up being friends again. Caught you staring moment. Cute. Ohhhh, he is serving him food. Interesting. He tells Yai to try it and Yai immediately does. Ohh, the gay couple is sooo cute. Okay, my opinion of you is going up Yai. Oh, we are bringing up the law and gay marriage topic. I like it.

Look at him breaking out the "food taste better shared." Okay this is cute. Back and forth about the food. Your ass still hurts? Wth. That's a power dick there. Oh, we are giving the, I wanna kiss you look. Saved by the tummy rumble. Oh, are you about to serve him again? Even with it being an inconvience due to the rain. Interesting. Look at that smile. Oh you finally gonna let people know you alive.

Looke at him checking on him. Then offering to walk him to his room. Ohhhh yeah, someone is coming in Dom. Aww, look at him apologizing for the phone and telling him he will buy another. I'm starting to like these two.

Yes, Yes, they are still problematic characters, fully aware but problematic characters are fun in fiction. Real life? No way. Who would be okay with any of the bl fictional characters? I mean really, Sean and Black have anger management problems. SCOY is about a stalker and stalky who fall in love. As much as I love Pai, in real life we'd beg Sky to call the cops. Let's not even talk about the Kinnporsche couples. Are we not allowed to live vicariously through art anymore?

Yai is being super cute. I'm liking it. I'm seeing a redemption arc here. Oh, look Mankorn being. Home dude is hooked. You like that old fashioned, shut up. Oh yeah, he's caught feelings. A Dominatrix! Mad respect but those wrist cuffs. Those boots though! I want! She is spitting the good advice too. She's a soft Dom for a Dominatrix. Oh, look she did a check in to make sure that their break apart won't spiral him.

What are these two cornballs doing. These fucking coconuts. I ain't afraid of no ghosts. The coconuts are though. Did he call by phone. Damn it's bad with the coconut can get a jab in. Aww, they have a couple's phone! Subby sub is grumpy now. Oh No! Couple's cases! They are rocking that RM and Jin colors. Look at you, dumbass. You hung up on your boyfriend's call.

So that's all folks. Hope you enjoyed. 💜💜💜 This review is dedicated to @victooooorious, @bengiyo, and @pharawee

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The Wicked Witch of Salem Kent Nelson (Dr Fate)

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✧.* warnings: horror elements, depictions of injury, witch villain-like reader ✧.* genre: SFW // fluff w/ horror ✧.* word count: 6.2k words (this a long boi)

When Amanda Waller calls upon the Justice Society to deal with a certain witch issue, Hawkman and Dr. Fate meets an old friend of theirs.

"Wait, repeat that?" Al looked towards the holographic image of none other than Amanda Waller. "I said, the death witch of Salem was detected in the Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia." 

Amanda looked extremely irritated for having to repeat her instructions. All the while, Al's eyes widened before turning towards Maxine as if he didn't believe what he was saying. Confused, Carter spoke to Amanda before she would turn off her communicator.

"I thought you had her in custody already? What happened?" This caught the attention of the two new members of the Justice Society, who turned simultaneously towards the winged man. "Ah, yes. They escaped." Amanda said in a matter-of-factly manner which signed to both Carter and Kent to not question it. 

Something neither Maxine nor Al seems to catch on to, "How is that even possible? I thought your containment facilities were impossible to breach." The woman furrowed her eyebrows at the younger hero. 

"We're not entirely sure how they escaped. Only this isn't the first time Doctor Fate and Hawkman have had to contain her. To note, they has escaped numerous government facilities all over the world for the last few decades." Amanda paused as a couple more holograms of the witch's sightings throughout the years and all the different government records of said escapes. "They are incredibly dangerous, smart, and powerful. Conduct this mission with caution."

Right as Al opened his mouth to ask something else, Amanda closed off her communicator. Cutting off their communication with one another. Al was quick to question the two senior members of the group. 

"When she said witch, did she mean the pointy hat with cats ones???" Both Carter and Kent shared a look. One that could only be described as amusement from Kent and irritation from Carter. 

"You seriously have to stop watching those bad horror movies." Maxine chuckled. "Listen to the girl." Carter pointed out before continuing. "The Death Witch of Salem is an immortal witch first sighted in Salem during the witch trials. They were said to have killed the witches in Salem that were found out by the locals." He explained, briefly turning towards Al to make sure he was still listening. 

"They’re a powerful being known for her illusions, tricks, manipulation, and in general violence. They’re not someone to joke about." Al sensing the tension in the air was quick to stop any other nonsensical questions. 

Turning to Maxine instead just in time to miss the look Carter gave to Kent. Only for him to respond with a mischievous grin.

"We're going to Philadelphia right now. If we take any longer, they might start moving again." Carter instructed the team. "The mission is simple if one of you starts realising or noticing something out of the ordinary. Let me or Kent handle it. We've dealt with her a couple of times in the past. We know what to expect."

Right before both Kent and Carter went into the cockpit, Kent put in his two cents. "Another thing, if one of you sees her. Don't engage. Making her mad won't do anything good." 

Despite the numerous missions the two have been through with Doctor Fate himself. Neither of them can accurately read his expressions. As the case was right now. Kent held a smile on his face, and yet his words, in comparison, did not match the joyful look at all. The two shivered slightly before nodding. 

When Kent turned his heel to the cockpit, the two young members could only look to the outside of the ship in excitement and fear. The sun was setting. Their mission shall be conducted in the dark of moonlight. 

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Not a single moment did Al regret taking up his grandfather's mantle as Atom Smasher. Not a single moment. 

Except, maybe now. 

Situated at the entrance of the deserted penitentiary, the yellowing walls of the prison, and the smell of mould in the air filled the silence. 

Fear.

Both Maxine and Al stood next to each other, both standing as still and stiff as corpses. Something they think they ought to find the moment they step inside the ruined building. 

The night was young, and at 11 pm. was the time. Yet, it was as if time itself stopped. Not a single creature was brave enough to squeak a single sound. No crickets, mice, or mosquitoes dared enter your realm. 

"This is where they are?" Al asked hesitantly. Wishing the ship had just made a navigation error, and they weren't actually in the penitentiary. 

But one look towards Maxine, who understood the machinery of the ship better than he did, allowed him to realise they weren't in the wrong spot. Neither Carter nor Kent answered Al's question. Their eyes observe the entirety of the building. Already, they could see the small oddities the building offered them. 

Within closer inspection, Kent could see the rotting walls very slowly expand and retract. As if the building was breathing. Carter saw the way the birds stopped moving, perched on the dead branches of the trees around them. The myriad species of birds stood in dead silence. Staring at them. Tension hung heavy in the air, and everyone could feel it. 

"Let's get this over with." Carter cleared his throat, ruffling his wings as a way to shake the shivers away from himself. 

Al watched in slight terror as the person who had faced you more than once still shivered at the thought of fighting you once more. If even someone like Hawkman was unnerved, how should someone like him feel???

But when Maxine turned to him, Al quickly pretended to be the braver one between the two of them. "Okay! No time like the present, right?" Both Kent and Carter turned behind them to look at Al, who was still awkwardly grinning. 

"That's the spirit, kid." Kent seemingly was the only one edging Al on. The edge of mischievousness and excitement still laced his voice. 

Al, for a moment, wondered whether or not Kent was excited not because of the idea of fighting with you again. But because of being able to fight someone of the same powers as he. After all, there weren't many opportunities for the doctor to be able to fight against only magic-based threats. 

The moment the four of them walked into the penitentiary, the air around them shifted. It was as if the century-long dust settled within the abandoned halls were suddenly lifted from its resting ground. It was clear to the four. You knew they were there. And you were going to put on a show.

"Are hiding?" Maxine asked as they walked through the many halls of the prison. Trying desperately not to think about the atrocities that probably were going on during the days when the penitentiary was still active. "Definitely not. They knows we're here. They’re waiting for us.”

She nodded at Carter's explanation. Both she and Al accepted any answer from either Carter or Kent. Seeing as they were clearly much more familiar with you than they were. 

"So, why the penitentiary, why not a graveyard or an abandoned church or something." Al questioned just as they walked deeper into the prison. Right to where the light stopped turning on. "This place is probably more haunted than any cemetery or empty churches."

Maxine, this time, was the one who answered. "We should split up. This place is giant. It'll take us until dawn if we keep this pace. I'll go to the right wirh Carter, you and Maxine take the left."

"Don't you dare make any references to horror movies." Carter quickly added to Kent's instructions just as Al opened his mouth. Causing Maxine to chuckle and the air to lighten up. 

As the two began to make their way towards their directions. Al heard Kent quickly call out, "Control your size. We don't want to destroy this site."

As Al and Maxine walked through the darkness, illuminated only by the light of their flashlights. Al decided to break the tension, "So, do you believe in ghosts?" Hearing Maxine laugh at the question, Al believed he had successfully done the job. 

But when Maxine didn't stop laughing, that was when Al stopped walking. He turned around only to find Maxine still laughing. Both her hands were on her knees to support her body as the laughter wracked through all the while the flashlight was on the ground. 

"Hey," he muttered quietly. Slowly taking hesitant steps towards her. "Are you okay?" Right as the question left his mouth, Maxine stopped. 

Straightening almost immediately and looking dead at Al's eyes, any sort of emotion drained from her previously ecstatic expression. Maxine's eyes bore holes into Al's head. All before her jaw dislocated itself from its hinges, opening her mouth into an inhumanely large opening. Al jumped from the sudden gruesome display, jumping backwards and stumbling to the ground. He watched in horror as Maxine's disfigured mouth crunched, trying to make a sound. 

"Do you believe in ghosts, Al Rothstein?" 

As she said that, Maxine was quick to tackle Al on the ground, her bones and body crunching disgustingly. Al practically screamed. 

Quickly forgetting Kent's instructions, out of sheer panic, Al's body grew in size. Maxine, or what he thought to be Maxine, dissolved into the ground just as Al's head hit the ceiling. The sudden impact on his skull as well as the dusty rubble that surrounded him, obstructing his vision, allowed him to finally get to his senses.

"Maxine?!" He yelled out in panic, scared that he may have just hurt the woman he currently had a crush on. "Al?! What's wrong???"

All of a sudden, from the corner Maxine rushed through, seeing the girl right there, safe and unharmed Al stammered for an answer to her question. 

“I- you- what- are you?” slowly Al shrank down, as Maxine ran to him worried. “You were- You were right there and- but then you- I saw you.” 

“What?” The girl shook her head, “I was there the entire time. What do you mean I saw you?” That seemed to have snapped Al from his thoughts. The realisation struck him like lighting. 

He quickly grabbed Maxine’s shoulders, wide-eyed underneath the costume’s mask. “They’re here. We have to go.” He said with an unnerving amount of seriousness that Maxine could only stare and nod at him as the two turned around to run the way they came from. 

Only to find a wall in the place a dark hallway should’ve been. The two were quick to put their backs on one another as the situation began growing clearer and clearer for them. You were trying to trap them, play a sick game on their minds. 

Al’s heart rapidly hammered against his chest, his eyes straining to look at what little the flashlight, now discarded on the ground, was able to illuminate. The only way they can go is forwards where Al was staring to. But neither of the young heroes was dumb enough or brave enough to venture into the darkness that was your hiding ground. 

“Yeah, I think we’re stuck. The way we came from is blocked by a wall.” Maxine answered Carter from her earpiece. “What did he say?” Al spoke to Maxine after she made an understanding hum towards whatever Carter told her to do. He was still breathless from the previous scare. The image of Maxine’s melting and bloodied face wouldn’t leave his mind. The way her bones cracked along with her vicious laughter was almost too much for him. 

“He said to wait, they’re coming for backup. He also told us not to go any further and not to engage if we see them.” Al only nodded, doubting his voice to stay steady in the terrible situation they found themselves in. 

Silence overtook the pair as they stood, on guard, backs against one another. Waiting for anything to strike them. Maxine’s flashlight, completely discarded on the ground beside her, illuminated the menacing brick wall in front of her. If she were to look closely at the decaying grout and bland grey bricks, she could swear the wall was moving. Flowing and ebbing upon itself like water. 

She quickly shook her head, closing her eyes to take in deep breaths to calm her nerves. This was all in her imagination, so what if you can construct walls out of nothing? It’s probably an illusion, just like Kent was so good at doing. She could probably walk through it if she wanted to. It’s nothing. 

When she opened her eyes, her heart started to calm. “You okay over there?” Maxine chuckled, trying to ease the tension by talking to Al. Yet, it was that exact thing which made Maxine realise the weight on her back was no more. Al wasn’t behind her anymore. She quickly turned around to see if perhaps Al had been tricked into walking forwards. 

She was only met with the dimly illuminated hallways of the penitentiary. At that moment her heart began pacing once more. Sheer panic made her turn around once more. 

What greeted her almost elicited a scream from her. There where the wall was once was a mirror. The reflection followed her perfectly, the rapid rise and fall of her chest from her erratic breathing. The frazzled look in her eyes and the slight shake from the cold and fear on her arms. But, she knew better than to continue staring, she’s watched enough horror movies to know it wouldn’t take long before the reflection stopped mimicking her properly. 

“Cyclone here! Hawkman, Dr Fate can you hear me?! Al’s gone, I repeat, Al’s gone! I’m going to try to find him!” her voice, wavered in fear, spoke to her earpiece. When she turned a wave of determination swept through her at the new task at hand. Finding Al should be her priority.

But four words stopped her dead in her tracks.

“Stay where you are.” 

Her body immediately froze in place. That was not Kent’s, Carter’s, or Al’s voice. But it came from her earpiece. As her blood ran cold and shivers ran down her spine, her reflection, which her back was facing. Slowly turned around. Betraying who it was supposed to mimic. 

At the sound of glass cracking, Maxine spun to look at the mirror behind her. Only to find her own reflection reaching out towards her, what was supposed to be her arm cracking through the glass as it pulled itself from the mirror’s confines. 

That was when Maxine screamed. 

Almost immediately the mirror and the figure reaching towards her disappeared into thin air. In its place was the hallway she came from, standing in the middle holding larger and brighter flashlights was her entire team. Al ran towards her.

“Where did you go!? I thought they got you?” Maxine shook her head almost violently. “I haven’t moved.” These were her only words before Carter spoke. 

“Both of you calm down, they’re trying to rile you up on purpose. Trying to make you lose control of your powers.” The winged man used his seniority to bring some piece of calmness to the two frazzled young members. “They’re having fun, they know we can catch them, and they know they can just escape again and keep on this chase.” 

“So this is all just a game for them?!” She yelled out exasperated at the games you were playing on them. “Yes, a dangerous one.” Kent spoke under his breath before walking forward, passing by Maxine and Al. 

Putting on the golden helmet he held in his arms, the older man floated as high as the low ceilings of the penitentiary would allow him. All before gesturing with his hands, in a second the entire place was illuminated. Maxine felt herself relax a little bit when she could actually see what was happening around her. 

“Enough of this witch! Are you not tired of playing games with children?!” Kent yelled out. 

Both Maxine and Al looked at the sorcerer with shock, never in the many missions they’d experienced with him after the one with Black Adam that they hear the man raise his voice. Yet, here he was, looking for you, the person they were supposed to hunt down. 

In a matter of seconds after Kent’s words, a surge of magic flew through the penitentiary. Immediately then, the walls, ceilings, and empty space around them were turned into a maze of mirrors. 

“There you are.” Kent lowly spoke, the voice not being his but being the helmet’s. As he descended the two younger heroes were quick to be wary. 

They’ve experienced your games and tricks before to know something bad was about to happen, whether that something bad was an illusion or not would be a mystery. Despite this, both Kent and Carter looked rather relaxed, except for their body posture, ready to strike at anything that moved. 

This time, Maxine noted, her reflection didn’t move at a slight lag and had seemed to be just her own reflection. Yet she still felt the unnerving edge of anticipation bubbling through her veins. She didn’t even know if her powers would work on you, how could she keep a levelled mind in a situation like this? As her mind spiralled Al placed his own hand on her shoulder, quickly grounding her with a nod. 

It was Carter who broke the fragile silence, “Come on! Aren’t you here for a fight?! If you didn’t want to fight, you wouldn’t have alerted Waller about you being here! Stop playing your stupid tricks!!” Carter twisted his mace on his hand, urging you to do the first attack. 

“Is that going to work?” Al stated, “Will tempting them work?” he questioned. 

“Only one way to find out.” Kent answered. All before relaxing his stance and taking off his helmet. The other three looked at him in shock as his cape and costume disintegrated from his body, leaving him in his usual formal wear. “Witch, I’ll make you a deal, if this time you actually defeat us, I’ll let you have the helmet.” 

“What?!” It was simultaneous. The way the other three disagreed with Kent’s deal was very clearly not heard by the sorcerer. As he kept holding his helmet in his hand leaning against his hip. From the many reflections reflecting on one another, Carter could see how Kent was smiling. 

“What are you doing?” Carter practically growled under his breath, very obviously against Kent’s actions. “Just wait.” He responded whilst a big smile he didn’t even bother to hide decorated his face. 

“I’m not waiting for shit, but that helmet back on or-” “Deal.” A ghostly voice echoed through the hallways just as all of the illumination Kent had placed beforehand disappeared. Leaving only enough light to see the myriad of reflections. Kent nodded approvingly before turning around and placing his golden helmet in the middle of the circle the team had subconsciously created so that all their sides are covered. 

“Don’t touch it.” he warned Al and Maxine, wide-eyed as they are. 

Maxine swore the man had a death wish as he didn’t even look scared when he turned around to meet his own reflection. Promptly after the reflections of all the members of the team disappeared from the mirrors, the only thing left reflected was the golden shining helmet. It became even clearer now that you were now being serious. 

Everyone watched the mirrors closely for any discrepancies that could indicate an attack coming their way. What they got instead was the many, many reflections of you, appearing in the mirror. Not seconds after they saw it each and every one of your reflections reached out outside your mirrored confines to take a grab at them. 

All four members staggered backwards and even dodged some of your hands. Attack after attack, your hands reached out from the mirrors to grab at them, knowing full well if you got a hold on one of them you’d drag them back in and that’s a hole in their defence for the helmet. 

After a myriad of attacks, your hand briefly brushed against Maxine’s hand which elicited a scream from her. Carter quickly turned to see what had happened, just as another hand reached out towards him. Your hand grabbed the base of his wings. Causing him to yell out obscenities, in quick succession more and more hands disappeared from the other reflections that were attacking the other three, instead showing up in the mirror behind Carter. You reached further out to grab ahold of more of his body and wings. 

Trying to think quickly, Maxine harnessed the wind to roughly push your hands aside. When her winds accidentally picked up a stray stick on the ground and embedded itself into one of your hands, all of your hands quickly reeled back. Shocked at the sudden pain. 

It was then Maxine noticed something, all except one pair of hands pulled back in time. The two that disappeared into the mirror last, lagged behind. That was when she realised. “Most of their hands are copies! If you hurt one of them the others react as well!” She exclaimed the newfound knowledge to the team. 

Carter groaned as he pulled himself up from the ground he was dragged to. “That means, the ones that don’t recoil are their real hands.” 

With a new plan in their hands, they waited for another one of your barrage of attacks, only the hands didn’t come. “Correct. But which one is actually me?” Your ghostly voice once more echoed through their bodies. The many reflections of you paced amongst each other.

The team kept their eyes on certain reflections as you laughed at the patheticness they were displaying in front of you. Al turned as the reflections started moving, his eyes trying to focus on the minor details that would make it very clear which one was a copy and which wasn’t. 

All of the sudden, he saw it. He saw the one ever so slightly lagging behind all the others in running. “There they are!” He explained as he immediately turned giant and smash the mirror that you were in. 

The moment he smashed that mirror, the others shattered from the pressure, leaving a layer of broken glass on the ground. There from the shattered mirror stood you. 

Grinning ear to ear at the fact Al had figured you out. There was a small very tense pause between everyone at that point. Well, at least there was, up until you turned your heel and ran for the hills within the hallways of the penitentiary. Maxine was quick to react, harnessing the win she drove a bunch of glass shards towards your right leg, and you screamed as the pain scattered through your body. 

Maxine gasped as she saw the copious amounts of blood that spilt from your calf, it was enough to pool underneath you. Your hand reached out towards the wound, feeling the anger from your game being ruined, all before whipping your head towards Maxine. 

Maxine’s heart stopped beating when she saw how your eyes turned completely black. You immediately teleported yourself behind the girl, fully ready to enact your revenge on her. But it was quickly stopped when Kent appeared himself behind you, the helmet now on his head. 

One of his hands was around the front of your neck while his other harm encircled itself around your abdomen, holding your back flush against his front. “Got you.” 

Maxine watched as the terrifying anger melted from your face to amusement. “Got me.” You slowly moved your hands from an offensive position towards Maxine to putting them straight up to the air. Showing Kent you were not going to do Maxine any harm. “Fair and square.” Were your last words before Kent helped you towards the ship. 

There, without any fuss or trouble, you were quickly put into your containment chamber. There as the liquid filled up and you slowly drifted into unconsciousness, you glared at the sorcerer in front of you. Who was annoyingly, still using his helmet, though you knew 100% that he was grinning ear to ear underneath that golden piece of shit.

When you were finally away from doing any harm towards any of them, Kent took off the helmet. Just as you would’ve thought, he was still smiling. When he faced the rest of the team, Maxine and Al were already discussing what had happened to the two of them when they thought the other had gone missing. Leaving Kent and Carter to talk. 

“Kent.” Carter’s tone along with the way his hands were folded in front of his chest showed Kent that he was going to get a lecture from one of his closest friends. “Yes?” he spoke innocently, knowing exactly what Carter wanted to say but pretending not to. 

“What was that about?” The man whisper yelled at the sorcerer. “I had it under control, they wouldn’t have gotten the helmet even if I was unconscious. It was the only way to bait them. You know this.” 

Despite Kent’s logic being unbeatable, Carter still saw the potential dangers of what would’ve happened had you gotten ahold of one of the strongest magical items in the known universe. Carter opened his mouth to debate against Kent’s claim, but a sudden meowing sound cut him off. 

The two men immediately turned their heads at the sound. There on Al’s lap sitting patiently watching Carter and Kent as their eyes widened was a black cat with the most beautiful eyes. All the while Al and Maxine desperately tried to shush the creature down. 

“Where,” Carter pointed towards the cat, “Did you get that.” Kent practically turned around to hide his snicker from an already pissed-off Carter. 

“Found it outside meowing at the ship after the two of you went in, it has a an injured leg. Thought I’d get it to the vet or something.” Al chuckled scratching the back of the cat’s ears. 

It purred and rubbed its head against his hand effectively melting Carter’s heart. 

“That’s their familiar.” Kent, finally composing himself, nudged his head towards the chamber you were currently suspended in. “Its harmless now while they’re in there.” The three looked at the cat with questioning eyes. 

It looked just like a normal black cat. Scraggly fur no doubt from the years of living near the penitentiary, big beautiful charming eyes, and sharp white teeth unlike those of housecats which do not hunt. It was quite hard to believe that this adorable feline was the companion of someone as fearsome and powerful as you. 

“Are you sure?” Carter turned serious once more. “I can feel the residual magic slowly leaving it.” There was just something odd about the cat that tickled the back of Kent’s neck. 

“Then leave it out there.” Carter instructed, in that moment both Maxine and Al stood up. Accidentally knocking over the poor cat to the ground. 

It made a sound of displeasure before patting its soft paws all the way towards Kent. Where it had immediately found solace in rubbing its face all around his pant leg, sticking its dusty fur against his expensive shoes. Kent only smiled and crouched down. Offering his hand for it to smell, once it did Kent was quick to give it more affection than Al did. 

“But it’s injured, if we leave it out there it’ll die. Especially now that they’re in the chamber!” Maxine argued. 

That was when Kent looked at the back of the cat. There he noticed the pricks of blood flowing from its right leg. It wasn’t anything too dramatic, as the cat was still walking around, albeit with a slight limp. But it wasn’t anything to scoff over either, it was still bleeding and the cat was still in pain. 

“If they escape before the cat dies of blood loss we don’t know what the two of them will be capable of.” As Carter was explaining why this was such a bad idea with Maxine and Al both argued to at the very least treat the cat before letting it go wild again. Kent was staring at the feline. 

He watched as it manoeuvred around his crouched body, meowing softly every now and again as if it was trying to communicate with him. All of a sudden he felt a spike in magic levels when his instincts pushed him to look at the source, it was indeed on the cat beside him. Sitting with its right leg slightly raised so that it wouldn’t hurt as much. With its big eyes and adorable smile. 

Kent reached out to pick up the cat, grabbing it from under its arms he raised it high in the air to look at it clearer. When the cat was levelled with his eyes a sudden moment of realisation struck him. 

“I’ll keep it.” he turned towards the three that were still bickering even now. “If they ever break out and call out to their familiar, I’ll be able to stop them.” 

The three of them immediately stopped, Carter opened his mouth to refuse the notion of that. But seeing his friend oddly serious about a single cat, he agreed with no fuss. All the while Maxine and Al were just happy they didn’t have to abandon an adorable cat. 

Kent then quickly excused himself, taking in the excuse of making sure the cat is safe just so he can leave for his mansion and not listen to whatever Carter wanted to tell him. 

In the big grand rooms of his home, he placed the cat on his couch. 

“Stay there.” he chuckled as it looked up at him with its big doe eyes. “I’ll get something for your leg.” The cat immediately laid itself on his couch, as if it could understand what he was saying. He chuckled and left to get the first aid kit. 

He could heal it with magic but seeing as though he could feel magic surging from the cat, most likely due to the effects of your magic flowing through it. He didn’t want to risk accidentally powering you up more by giving you his magic. 

When he came back the cat was still resting on the couch, napping softly as its bloody leg stains his expensive couch. Kent rolled his eyes at the ridiculously pampered way you must’ve treated your familiar if it was this comfortable all of the time. The cat stayed asleep as he slowly stopped the bleeding, clean the wound, and finally bandage it. 

When it shifted in its position, Kent could see the way its fur rose up ever so slightly as a cold breeze wafted through the empty house. 

“Cold huh?” he whispered as he slowly petted the soft black fur before leaving. 

When he came back, he held a very large blanket in his hands, it was probably too big for such a minuscule animal. But, then again, he already had a feeling the cat had more up its sleeve than he or any of his teammates once thought. 

Staring at the sleeping cat one last time, Kent bent down to clean up the rest of the first aid kit and went to wash his hands and place them back where it once was. Maybe he could look through the missions and documents Amanda sent over to him while waiting for the cat to wake up. 

He randomly hummed a tune as he washed his hands. But just as he was drying them on a towel, he felt a sudden weight against his back. Knowing exactly who it was he grinned widely. Your hands slowly snaked your way to his abdomen, leaning your entire body weight towards his back. 

Kent’s own hands slithered over to your own, interlocking both your fingers together. He felt your smile against his shirt as you further melted against his warmth. 

“Okay witch, enough, you’re going to hurt your leg again.” He softly mumbled. 

Though he turned around to face you now, your hands now moved to behind his neck and his arms now embracing you, he made no effort to move or leave. The two of you stared at each other for quite some time. You smiled at his ever-growing white hair. You had always found his hair now to be much more attractive than what it was almost a hundred years ago. Coloured like pepper and salt, he aged like the most delicious fine wine. 

One of his hands left your waist and reached up to hold your chin, delicately manoeuvring it so that your lips may ghost over one another. The tension was palpable in the air, you could feel his breath against your lips. As you leaned to fill the small gap between the two of you, Kent pulled away. 

“Okay, how’s your leg, I hope it’s fine?” Seeing the mischievous grin on his face you playfully hit his chest. 

“You ass, already this old yet you’re still as annoying as ever.” 

Turning around you aimed to walk away from him, only to stumble slightly as the pain from your wound resonated upwards your body. You winced as Kent quickly grabbed a hold of your waist, pulling you back against his chest. 

“Careful now little witch. Don’t want to get yourself hurt.” Hearing his deep voice so close to your ear, you hummed in reply, one of your hands reaching to caress his hair. 

A deep chuckle resonated in his chest, causing a soft purr to leave you, the remnants of your transfiguration as a cat. Slightly turning your head to the side, the great sorcerer finally leaned into your kiss. Feeling his warm lips against your own, a new warm vigour swam through your body. 

Years upon years of being contained by Amanda has left you yearning for your lover in all his glory. And it seems he does too, as his hands begin tightening their hold against your waist. Causing you to chuckle against his lips. 

Before you could turn to face him and deepen your kiss, the sound of someone clearing their throat made the two of you pull away from each other. 

“I knew it.” There he was, now in casual daily wear, Carter stood beside the plush couches with both his hands on his waist. “I just knew there was something up. It couldn’t have been that easy to capture you.”

You chuckled as you tapped Kent’s hand to get him to release you. He followed your request, instead making his way to your side with the injured leg. Holding your hand in his to help you walk over towards where Carter was standing. When you passed by Carter’s pissed-off gaze you reached out to pat his cheek. 

“Am I not allowed to have some fun?” At your voice and touch Carter couldn’t help but let his faux anger melt away. “I missed you birdie.” You grinned at the sight of your old friend. 

“Missed you too witch.” Carter chuckled. “The kid got you pretty bad huh?” he motioned over towards the bandaged leg. 

“Didn’t think a kid had it in him.” You shrugged as you sat on the couch. Truth be told, you could just use your magic to keep you afloat and not have to walk around. But a part of you enjoyed being fussed over by your lover, who now sits beside you. 

“The new generation of heroes are insane.” Carter remarked. 

“Oh definitely, you heard about the bat strolling his way through Gotham with the colourful looking kid? Gotta say, things are different than how they used to be in our time.”

The two of you spent a moment afterwards just smiling at each other. It’s been far too long since your last conversation, and far too long since you both last had your little fights. Centuries upon centuries you’d fight against the duo, all those years spent fighting, it became somewhat of a routine. 

Something Amanda Waller will never understand. 

“So the one in custody is-” “My familiar, yeah.” Carter nodded at your answer, shaking his head slightly at the absurdity of the situation. No matter how many times this has happened and no matter how many heartfelt conversations he’ll have with you, it will never cease to amaze him that one of his closest friends is someone he should deem an enemy. 

“Does this mean you’ll stay with us longer?” Kent’s hands softly rubbed your arms. 

Despite Carter’s look of annoyance at the obvious display of affection in front of him, you still see the way his eyes were filled with hope. The only times the three of you were able to have your conversations were right before, during, or right after the fights. All because they’d have to eventually catch up to you and capture you. But this time, you’ve garnered enough power to actually make your familiar look and act enough like you. 

So, “Yes, I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to.” you mused, holding Kent’s hand in yours and placing a soft kiss on his knuckles. “Or at the very least until I am bored at this domesticity.”

The two heroes laughed at your insinuation. “Don’t cause the young ones too much trauma the next time around.” Kent joked.

“Can’t promise anything, my love.”

This was.... very long and took wayyyy too long lmao. This took wEEKS to write holy shit. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this but tbh I know I'm rly late to the black adam parade LMAO.

#dr fate x reader #kent nelson x reader #dc x reader #black adam #dr fate #kent nelson #black adam movie #dr fate x you #kent nelson x you #dc #dcu

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Doctor Sleep (2019)

Doctor Sleep is a sequel to The Shining 40+ years in the making. Taking its cues from the follow-up novel by Stephen King and the Stanley Kubrick classic, it’s a different but robust sequel nonetheless. Rather than try and recreate what worked about the first film (an impossible task, the 1977 horror classic is a one-in-a-million kind of movie), it tells its own story while paying homage to its predecessor and giving the fans what they want to see. Yes, it’s long at 152 but there’s an even longer director’s cut I’d love to visit sometime.

31 years after escaping the Overlook Hotel, Dan "Danny" Torrance (Ewan McGregor) is haunted by childhood trauma and struggles with alcoholism. When a young telepathic girl named Abra Stone (Kyliegh Curran) reaches out to warn him of a group who “Shine” and feed upon people with psychic abilities, he chooses to work with her to stop them.

Unlike The Shining, Doctor Sleep isn’t a horror movie. It’s more of a drama/thriller, with action-y bits coming in the later half and some horror sprinkled on top. For a good chunk of the story, we’re following a traumatized, ruined Danny Torrance trying his best to hold at bay the lingering ghosts of the Overlook Hotel while getting over his addiction, finding his place in the world and befriending Abra. There’s a lot of great material as Danny talks to his AA group about the way he relates to his father more than ever now that he is also a prisoner of the “demon in a bottle”. The way he and Abra’s childhoods differ make for great character-based moments.

And then come Rose the Hat (Rebecca Ferguson) and the members of the True Knot cult. If there’s one area where the film bites off more than it can chew, it’s with the villains. There are too many of them and several wind up being nothing more than generic baddies but otherwise, they’re the kind of villains you love to hate. As Rose the Hat puts it, the “steam” they steal from other shiners tastes best when the victim is young, terrified and in pain. If seeing kids die is something you can’t handle, know that writer/director Mike Flanagan has no mercy regardless of his characters' age.

The members of the True Knot gang who are fleshed out make for great, complex characters. One of the best examples is Snakebite Andi (Emily Alyn Lind). Under normal circumstances, she would be heroic but when she joins a group of psychic vampires who prey on children just so they can expand their lifespans… the support your initially support for her evaporates. These vampires act high and mighty but when it comes down to it, they’re just as prone to petty emotions as the rest of us, which makes every victory Dan and Abra score feel extra good.

So far, none of this sounds anything like The Shining. Psychic vampires? That’s far removed from a haunted hotel. You’re right, but Doctor Sleep makes it fit. It isn’t merely people that can shine; it’s the dead - such as the ghost from Room 237 - and places - like the Overlook - too. What we thought was a haunted building is actually much more and if that makes you wish we could get just one more look at that iconic location, the film obliges. This is where it feels most fanboy-ish, as we get pretty much every single prop and shot recreated: the blood flowing from the elevator, the twins, the tricycle down those corridors with the weird carpet, etc. Before we start docking points, however. I’d like to see anyone who didn’t want - even a little bit - to see the Overlook again. That's what I thought.

What makes these references and recreations work is how well they’re done. We see Dan confront Lloyd (Henry Thomas), who says he’s merely the Overlook's bartender but looks strikingly like Jack Nicholson. It isn’t an exact match (obviously) but even this inconsistency works. It’s a twisted memory, a ghost held captive by the Overlook looking to use a familiar image against the now grown boy who narrowly escaped its clutches years ago. The resemblance is so uncanny and the flashback and callback scenes so well done (Alex Essoe does a spot-on impersonation of Shelley Duvall) they don’t feel self-indulgent.

While we didn’t need Doctor Sleep, Stephen King felt the characters were worth returning to. Based on this effort, it’s hard to disagree. This sequel is telling its own story AND giving us more of what we enjoyed before. The performances are strong, the characters compelling and the callbacks are so well done that it makes the overlong running time feel… merely long. (December 17, 2021)

#Doctor Sleep #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Mike Flanagan #Stephen King #Ewan McGregor #Rebecca Ferguson #Kyleigh Curran #CLiff Curtis #2019 movies #2019 films

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Masterlist: Thomas Hewitt

🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested

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How to tell the different Leatherface's Apart.

Blurbs: How Self Conscious are they in Order of Most to Least.

Blurbs: Most Delusional Yandere's to Least.

Blurbs: Most Possessive to Least.

Blurbs: Period Sex 🔞.

Blurbs: Shovel Talk.

Blurbs: S/O thinks they Smile 'Too Much'.

Blurbs: Unsolicited Dick Pick.

Drabble: Horror Villain Apocalypse.

Headcanons: Horror Villains x Reader- You Almost Choosing Another.

Horror Villains and: What they would Put in the (7MinsInHeaven) Hat.

Imagine: Actually Liking your Slasher S/O.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling.

Imagine: Arm Wrestling- S/O's Edition!

Imagine: S/O's being Hellbent on keeping Slashers Away from Eachother.

Imagine: The Best Worst Ex.

Headcanons: Circus of Horrors.

Oneshot: Hewitts / Pleasant Valley x Reader- The Multiverse Theory and the Horror Fandom.

*Oneshot: Mated!Posessive!Eyeless Jack x Reader x Thomas Hewitt.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Finding out you're a Virgin 🔞.

Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Love Potion.

Would They or Wouldn't They?: Abandon You After Their Own Orgasm 🔞.

#Thomas Hewitt #Thomas Hewitt Masterlist #Masterlist #Horror Villain Masterlist #Slasher Masterlist #Horror Villains #Slashers

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Hell yeah 8 paragraph cape kid lore rewrite WOOT WOOT. (I have a feeling I'm going to quickly change this but it's fiiiine)

Cape Kid grew up on a planet like Hat Kids. Their father was a highly trained and well known actor while their mother was a clothes designer. Capey's mom taught Cape Kid how to sew and make nice things for themselves, like their capes! Which they admire and care about a lot. While their father gave them acting tips, mainly out of Capey's request because of how interested in movies he was...

They were a perfect family. For a little while. Capey's dad wanted a perfect family just because he thought he deserved it. Which meant if their mother or cape kid themselves weren't being perfect in his eyes he'd make it known. His comments on his wife and child is one of the reasons why Capey's mom left at an early age.

As the years went by his resentment for cape kid started to grow more and more because seeing how cape kid was special and was experiencing child-like wonder, it made him feel less special and important. So, in a cruel fashion, keeping your child’s confidence down is a way he’ll never be better than you.

What stresses Capey out the most is that his dad wasn’t always this way, it was a slow build up over the years and he had nice memories when his dad used to be so much more supportive and caring, but that's all dwindled away. BUT ALSO, his dad still has nice moments here and there, so he can’t even hate his dad completely. Seems like Capey’s just the one being bothersome somehow. He isn’t able to figure out WHEN this all started or WHY. He can’t pinpoint it and it makes his head and heart hurt...

Cape Kid overhears about acting roles being open in a movie from his dads usual rambles about acting and movies. Cape Kid had the thought of going to the studio to fill in that role. Maybe that would make his dad love them again! Perfect plan! And Cape Kid would be happy to do so, since they love to act. So when a ship landed down they snuck inside and made their way to the studio. But when they arrived it was… empty. Nobody was there at the time. It was the wrong studio.

No no no no… it's not supposed to be dead bird studio! It was supposed to be a different one! But alas, he is stuck there. All alone. He wanted to go home, so so so bad. But with more exploring he found that abandoned vampire horror film set. They found salvation there, since there were no birds guarding it. They also felt a sense of safety, since vampire movies were always their favorite and the vampire castle setting made him feel right at home. Every so often he'd leave to take some food from other active sets, but very rarely since they had the aching fear of being caught. Other than that, they stayed put for almost an entire year.

But then Hat Kid came along. She noticed Capey wandering the more unnoticed parts of the studio and followed them back to their home. Cape Kid finally noticed Hattie and quickly put on their vampire act to try to scare her off maybe. But then they realized they are a kid like them too. He gets super excited and all sparkly eyed and is like "HOLY CRAP!! OTHER CHILD!!" and immediately wants to play with her.

Hat Kid doesn't get a good feeling about it but plays along for now. Capey suggests that hat kid acted as the "damsel in distress" in his little made up story. Hat Kid declines which makes Capey a bit upset… since cape kid rarely interacts with anybody he doesn't know how to react or speak their emotions and thoughts correctly, so it all comes out like cape kid absolutely HATES hat kid. Which is not true at all, cape kid would LOVE to be friends with them. But hate kid thinks of it as Cape kid and them wanted to be enemies. Because of this, Cape Kid accepts this and decides that the two were hero and villain in their "story" and Cape Kid follows Hat Kid from the shadows. Causing mischief wherever they go and getting into their own hijinx whenever they lose sight of Hattie.

Okay that's where I'm leaving it off goognigh snoorrreeee........

#yeah this kid is not okay.... sorry guys i hurt capey #cape kid #long post #a hat in time #a hat in time oc #ahit oc #ocs

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So I watched Oppenheimer

Disclaimer: I am writing this review and analysis as an independent critic and am not sponsored in any means by any major film corporation.

Never before have I expected a biopic turn into a psychological horror film in its third act. There were no winners in this movie and it was overall dramatized to distinguish fact from fiction.

Not gonna lie, I hardly knew anything about the details of the Manhattan Project or who Oppenheimer even was before watching this. Probably because they never taught us this part of history or I just forgot.

I’ve been doing some research over the past couple of hours since watching the film. That is, I watched ‘The Day After Trinity’ and read through some Wikipedia articles. This movie is so beautifully that I refused to believe that a good chunk of it was based on real history because of how the story was told to make it look like we should feel sorry for what Oppie went through (YES I REALIZED THAT THEY NAMED THE MARS ROVER AFTER THIS GUY HALFWAY THROUGH THE FILM. SUE ME). I don’t feel empathetic for what these scientists did. They wanted to play God and played God they did.

From what I could find, mostly everything in the film DID happen to some extent. The only thing that stuck out to me (plot-wise) is Oppie’s relationship with Niels Bohr not being as structured in the film as it was in real life. I think they meant to Max Born at the beginning of the film, but it is true that Bohr did eventually ended up working on the Manhattan Project (though the movie tells us that Bohr left Los Alamos fairly quickly after his escape from Copenhagen). The other being that they left out the feeling at Los Alamos during the scene before the realization of sheer horror of what they had done should have been ‘thank god it wasn’t a dud’ - actual testimony from Frank Oppenheimer.

Other than that, from what testimonies I heard and what I have read, a LOT of the movie is fairly accurate to how events played out over a period of time between the 1920’s all the way up to 1958 during Lewis Strauss’s Secretary of Commerce hearing. Even small details like Oppie’s hat and even most of the actors looking nearly identical to their real-life counterparts during the time the movie happened was really well done.

I give a standing ovation to the costume and makeup departments and artists who worked on this film because if Einstein’s look was all done by hand with no CGI involved, I would have thought the man himself rose from his grave just to star in this film.

And all the actors did a fantastic job playing their roles. Gillian Murphy as Oppenheimer was fantastic and brought a sense of humanity to the role. Robert Downey Jr had me do a double take because this is one of his first movies post-MCU (I initially thought it was his first but then I completely forgot that trash fire of a movie that was Dolittle that my mother and I went to see and I’m glad after three years I have forgotten about that dumpster fire) and is it very refreshing to see what he is capable of now that he doesn’t have to be Tony Stark 24/7 since he is free from the reigns of Disney. It was seriously satisfying for him to be able to drop the F-Bomb. The quipiness of his acting is subdued in this film, but Stark left some scars on the way he acts and it still kind of peeks through during certain scenes. Also, to finally have him be in a more villainous role was a good change up for his acting career (if this movie had a true villain, it would be Strauss since he resented Oppenheimer IRL, not sure if it was simply because of berating during a hearing about isotopes, but he hated the man’a guts to slander him as a Commie due to the people he associated with and his “left-wing views”).

Another thing that I did not understand is why did the hearing scene have to be in black and white while the rest of the scenes were in color. And I want to know why people kept putting marbles into those jars.

I can’t complain too much, because as jam-packed this story already is at 3 hours, if every little detail was put on the screen, Oppenheimer would have longer than the Director’s Cut of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. And I know Critikal said that this movie flew by despite its run time, but I disagree. It was very fast paced until the climax of the movie, that being the bomb drop. It was there that the movie started to crawl a bit because it is here that the results of both hearings (the one taking place in 1954 and the other in 1958) are coming to a close and they are trying to squeeze in any remaining characters that are relevant to the plot their final time to shine before the movie ends.

Overall, this movie is a solid 8.5/10.

#oppenheimer

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Genloss is rotting my brain so SPOILER WARNING!

Thoughts :

1. Is showfall censoring the perception of the characters as well or just the audience ?

The obvious choice seems to be the first. Ranboo seemed to practically turn into an NPC about halfway through episode 2 today and go into auto pilot, which would insist that they really don’t know what’s going on. This also ties into when the hat is put on Sneeg and he is completely horrified by the room around him because he’s finally seeing the truth for the first time.

But what if showfall is just censoring their reactions? What if these characters can see everything that is going on around them and are rendered fully incapable of showing any emotion about it because of the mind control? This adds such a deeper level of horror to the slimecicle “saw scene” for lack of better words because this would mean that Ranboo is trapped inside his own head, fully aware he is killing someone and not only incapable of stopping himself but incapable of reacting to it at all.

2. Niki’s character is not only so unsettling, but beautifully acted

We are introduced to these characters on the carousel and you’re instantly gravitated towards her. She’s terrified. She’s sobbing. She has so much to live for and you want to save her! Why wouldn’t you want the only character who seems deeply human to survive this? But the moment she gets the chance to argue for her own life to be saved the act drops, she doesn’t even wipe the tears off of her face, and a plastered smile takes over her persona. Her emotions switch fast enough to give you whiplash and you can’t even process it before they’re moving onto the next.

The switch up was so well acted by Niki (she is so incredible I love her sm) and added such a twist, making you question if she should be saved, if she’s being mind controlled, if she’s a decoy, or if she’s really terrified and just doing anything she can to be saved by our protagonist.

3. Who was jerma????

The second the hat was put on Sneeg, Jerma froze so hard I had to check if my stream was buffering. He was scared and had no clue how to react, as if he was about to ask for his next like on the script. He wasn’t a diabolical villain like you would first assume from the saw-esque traps going on, he was just another mind controlled guy. So did he actually get killed by showfall? What did he do to warrant his murder? Was his death just the same as Sneeg and Slime in the last episode? Will he be recasted again in the finale?

4. And this leads me to my last thought, are these characters the same person being mind controlled differently?

Slime and Sneeg specifically were two separate people compared between the two episodes, while Ranboo is the same person going through out the game.

Sneeg and slime both referenced back to when they were in the games, with sneeg mentioning playing the cooking game and slime playing mousetrap and eating the cage.

So does this insist that Ranboo will be cast into these games for the next hero if he fails? Or are these separate people completely?

This project had been SO incredibly cool so far and after seeing how episode 2 completely changed the entire perception of the first episode, I can’t wait to do it all again with the finale and get my mind absolutely blown. Ranboo is so incredible and I can’t believe I’ve been here since he was goofing around with this idea originally.

#generationloss #genloss #ranboo #ranboolive #niki nihachu #sneegsnag #charlie slimecicle #jerma

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Disorder Magazine || October, 2007

Porn. A junkie fox. Gary Numan. Brain cells. The Horrors. What do all these things have in common? Absolutely F*ck all, except that they are all ingredients of the return of the Mighty Boosh. So come with us on a journey through clown psychology and French MTV presenters as we talk to Howard T.J. Moon (Jazz Maverick) and Vince Noir (Goth Fairy), otherwise known as Julian Barratt and Noel Fielding. Since the second series aired in the summer of 2005, The Mighty Boosh has returned to the live arena (It began life at the Edinburgh Festival in 1998) and picked up more critical acclaim than Arctic Monkeys worshipping off The Arcade Fire. The shows acid-frazzled mix of the surreal and the mundane has seen Barratt and Fielding achieve the kind of celebrated counter-culture status that most bands would drown their drummer for and that has broadsheet papers awkwardly bandying about words like 'hip'. Quintessentially, they have become Rock 'n' Roll stars without actually being Rock 'n' Roll stars. How do you feel about that tag? Julian: "It's alright, thank you." Noel isn't feeling the need to be quite so modest about it: "We're more rock 'n' roll than most bands. A lot of bands are boring. I've been out with lots of bands, and its the same old thing. We like running around and having a bit of mischief." Julian doesn't agree: "You guys do, I go to the library." Noel concurs: "Julian goes to the British library and looks at the fossils." Julian: "When I go out I go OUT. When I go out I go large. I don't go out much, but when I do I have fights... water fights." In case it wasn't already more obvious than a Kanye West sample, it can be difficult to determine where Moon and Noir end and Barratt and Fielding begin. So what can we expect of the third outing from Dalston's most demented (rumoured to be called series four so that future generations will wonder what happened to the third series)? "A lot of porn," says Noel, "And Julian's going to put his face in a coat hanger." It is probably helpful to note at this juncture that this is possibly a misleading statement as Julian is in fact putting his face in a coat hanger as Noel is speaking. He is not doing anything pornographic however. The third series of the Mighty Boosh sees Howard and Vince working in Naboo's second hand shop situated below their flat from the last series. Julian says that the change of setting came about because: "We wanted the magic to come to us rather than going off across the universe to find it, so we thought we'd put the weirdness into the shop. We go to different places but they are always inside someone's hat or inside someone's body so we're going into weird... inner spaces." Noel begins laughing at Julian: "Inner spaces?"

Julian claims it was a challenge for them to think of ways for Howard and Vince to go on their epic adventures within the confines of the shop. "We wanted to have something a bit normal before we went weird. When you do dialogue inside an elephants trunk or something you (the audience) are thinking more about the fact that you're inside an elephants trunk rather than about what we're saying. Some stuff works better in a more mundane environment." Noel: "Elephants trunk?" He turns to Disorder, "You know what he's saying? You getting this?" Noel gives an example of how Howard and Vince will meet the successors to Old Gregg and the Bongo Brothers through the shop. One episode sees Howard go inside Vince's body. All the characters he encounters within are parts of Vince's body, such as brain cells, played by Noel. Noel confesses he'd spent so much time concentrating on other parts of the show that he was forced to come up with these characters just before the scenes were filmed: "I had about five minutes to do a French MTV presenter and a fashion character and I just had no idea, I've never done a French accent in my life!" Another episode sees Julian, who wanted to play more villains in this series, appear as a 'sort of junkie fox who lives in the rubbish'. The appearance of Razorlight and Roger Daltrey in the last series are reprised in the new one by funeral parlour pinks The Horrors and electropop pioneer Gary Numan. Noel and Julian met the Horrors at the NME awards and cast them as 'a band with really thin legs'. Or themselves essentially. "We needed a band with thin legs," says Noel, "We thought we've got to get them because their legs are so thin - they're like arms or spiders legs aren't they?" Noel originally wanted the part to go to Brighton psychobillies The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster, who he describes as 'my favourite band ever', but decided their legs just weren't thin enough. Hype-mongers Towers of London also appear in the new series as a punk band, a status some may say they have yet to achieve in real life. It's easy to see how an appearance in The Mighty Boosh might appeal to a band. Like smoking Jimi Hendrix's bones, pretending to be into Sun Ra or having your photo taken with Beth Ditto, it instantly provides an impression of innovation, style and wit that many of today's middling beat combo's so obviously lack. Julian doesn't agree that there are those who would use them as bolt-on credibility. "There's a lot of bands out there who don't need our credibility. The Arcade Fire approached us, and The Shins, they don't need us." Noel says he's 'blown away' that the likes of Noel Gallagher, Paul Weller, Kasabian and Jack White are fans of the show. He excitedly recounts tales of hanging out with the Twang and Kings of Leon at the NME awards, reinforcing the Boosh's rock credentials. "We were really pleased to have won something so we were really pissed. Naboo... Naboo will take you down. The Boosh are all quite good partyers actually. Naboo, Bob Fossil... we haven't got anyone who lets the side down. It's like four Keith Moons." A decade of writing together hasn't seen a Lennon and McCartney-like competitiveness spring up between them. "It's pretty obvious whose joke is for whose character," says Julian, "His (Noel's) character is more funny in terms of being more verbally immediate. Howard is very rarely witty; he's a bit of an idiot. It's like clown psychology. Who is your clown? Does your clown fall over? Or does he get hit in the face?" The man's given this a lot of thought. Noel is obviously very protective of the Mighty Boosh. When asked if anyone else has an input into the shows content, even only in the capacity of quality controller, Noel says that it is all down to him and Julian. "Everyone's got an opinion on comedy and on humour because everyone thinks they're funny but not many people spend ten years in a room writing together. We've got strong opinions on whats we write and we know what is funny."

Is he concerned that given it's garish costumers and sets, nonsensical storylines and absurdist humour it can be easily assumed that The Mighty Boosh is wacky in the way that those dickheads who wear jesters hats at festivals are wacky? "We've worked hard on story lines and most of that stuff (the surreal stuff) comes out for a reason. So it's not that wacky, even the stuff that's more free-form. It's really difficult to make it look effortless," says Noel, "If you just sat in a room and went 'Woh! Apple cores made of jealousy!' it wouldn't be funny. People would go 'this is shit'." Julian: "That is quite funny." This is surely the crux of The Mighty Boosh's success, that it manages to strike the delicate balance of managing to portray a world that resembles a bad acid trip through a sexually deviant Disneyland without ever stumbling into the kind of forced zaniness associated with braying undergraduates and Chris Evans that has all right thinking people wanting to shoot the latter in both eyes with a nail gun. As Noel says: "It took us 10 years to get to this spot so we're not going to suddenly start listening to people who didn't get it in the first place. A lot of people need to be told what's good and what's bad anyway." But do they fear mainstream success? That the Boosh will become so popular that it will have its soul sucked out by hordes of slack-jawed rubes desperate to bawl catchphrases for eternity, baying for Milky Joe cookie jars and Kodiak Jack back scratchers for Christmas? It is something that has clearly crossed their minds.

Noel: "A lot of my favourite bands aren't massive, massive bands and I like that because then you get 10 years of them rather than two years. At the moment everyones like 'Whats next? Whats new? Whats next?' So everything becomes really disposable. It was literally a year with Little Britain from everyone saying 'they're amazing' to 'I hate them'." The Boosh's main players both claim that they never set out to make a show that was hugely popular. They say that The Boosh is a cult show not because not too many people have caught onto it, but in its essence. It's references, such as Rick James and Frank Zappa, are not universal but inspirational to them.

"Monty Python did it," concludes Noel. "Even once they went mainstream they managed to retain their edge and that's the trick isn't it? In the end we just try and please ourselves which hopefully will be the thing that saves us."

#Noel Fielding #Julian Barratt #interview

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I think sordward and shielberd could be considered sexy Tumblr man if they were more famous...

🔽: Hm… Yeah, I can see what you mean.

⚔️: … Now look who’s being sinful.

🔽: All I’m saying is that you two had the potential to be considered sexy Tumblr men. I say “had” because… maybe it’s too late now? You guys were made fun of for a long time as it is, and you still do by people who even remember your name, which isn’t many.

🛡️: And why exactly do you claim that “we have potential”?

🔽: Every Tumblr sexyman has a checklist or has something in common. And as Sordward said before, usually the person is defined as either being a skinny body type, evil or have a dark-side, tall, having power is some capacity or wears dapper clothing. Which… you guys have four things out of five off the list.

⚔️: Stop making fun of our bloody height-

🛡️: … Well, you’re not exactly wrong. We do check off some of those checklists. But… in your opinion, why do you think we get no attention?

🔽: Hm… I can’t say. But I can think of a few things.

🛡️: Like?

🔽: Hm… maybe your names put some people off? Or your hairstyle? Or your suit design?

⚔️: Bullshit. Some of these characters have more questionable names compared to us. Like… Black Hat and Purple Guy. Who in the world has lazy names like that? And some of these characters are BLOODY OBJECTS! Such as Wheatley, Bill Cipher and Tony the Clock. How in the world can someone question our hairstyle and design if THEY’RE ATTRACTED TO OBJECTS THAT THEY TURN INTO HUMAN. AND SOME OF THEM HAVE SUITS LIKE US! LIKE THE ONCELER, ALASTOR, KING DICE, RAYMOND-

🔽: Okay, calm down. Firstly, Purple Guy’s name was revealed to be William Afton. And Black Hat isn’t that much of a bad name for a villain. So you can’t use that excuse. But you do have an argument for everything else. It's a bit bizarre to be attracted to a bunch of objects, but not some people with weird hair, if your standards are THAT low. But… maybe the color palettes of your suits aren't good? Or lack there off. It’s literally all the same shade of either blue or red. I’ve seen people criticize your clothing options.

⚔️: WELL, IF PURPLE GUY’S REAL NAME WAS REVEALED, THEN… uh, never mind.

🔽: … Would you believe me if I know this one character who’s literally just a floating tomato with a face? And he’s in a game where you feed him food, literally the exact same style as Hungry Pumpkin, only difference is that one of them has some horror elements. A “not as it seems” kind of game. And I’ve seen people simping for this tomato and even humanizing him and giving him a suit. And yet, he isn't popular.

⚔️: What on earth are you talking about… How in the world do you find these games? Let alone know about all this?

🔽: How would I know.

🔼: … I think it’s more so the fact that these guys are just postgame people. As in, they’re not important in the main storyline. The villain was Chairman Rose, and I’ve even seen people simping for him. Sordward and Shielbert are just… I’m sorry to say this, but forgettable. They’re probably considered characters that no one remembers. People dislike their hair, name, personality, design, anything. They don’t even have a special gimmick. All they are is rich, pretty blonde bratty boys. And it’s a bit saddening since we don’t even know much about them via game wise. As in, we don’t know anything about their royal history and all that. And to why they hate the Legendaries. Therefore… I think the reason why you guys aren’t popular is because... well, you guys aren't popular, like this person said.

🛡️: Hm… That makes sense, I suppose? So… no one out there likes us?

🔽: Oh no no no! There’s actually people out there who like you both, even simp for you. Remember that one anon that befriended Sordward? And remember that one time when I talked about how you both had a single result on a naughty website-

🛡️: … Don’t mention that last thing ever again.

🔽: Look, basically what I’m trying to get at is… there’s some people who genuinely like you, either on a platonic level, romantic level, or… you get the point. Sure, you guys aren’t popular or well liked, but there’s some people who do like you guys. Either in this reality, or in that other dimension that people are sending these anonymous ask things, where Pokemons aren’t a thing.

🛡️: … That’s probably the sweetest thing I heard coming from you.

🔽: Hey, both I and Ingo never hated you two. You guys are just weird creatures that happen to come across this subway. But it’s okay because we’re weird too.

⚔️: … You say that as the first thing you did when seeing me enter the subway is yell at me as loud as you humanly can and harass me.

🔽: Okay, be honest, imagine being in our shoes where not many people battle us anymore. It’s just the same people over and over again, which gets a bit repetitive. Then you see someone with the most phallic hair imaginable challenging the Multi Battles. Wouldn’t you also run up to them and challenge them right off the bat?

⚔️: … You really shouldn’t scream something as foul as “PLEASE BATTLE ME PENIS MAN” out loud, where everyone can see and hear you. Plus… we weren’t even challenging the Multi Battles. We were trying to go to Anville.

🔽: Well, to be fair, I didn't know your name at that time. And you should’ve gone on the brown line instead of the orange one if you didn’t want to challenge us. Plus, surely you’d notice the depot agent taking two of your Pokemons during that time and saying it was the Multi Train that you’re entering. Or read the damn maps that’s located everywhere.

🔽: We’re getting off track. Basically, you guys are probably not popular because of your design in general. Most notably, the hair. Or because of your name or lack of importance in the game. But what would I know, I’m just a train person. Probably best to ask anyone who knows more.

🛡️: … Didn’t you also wear some sort of butler suit back in Masters-

🔽: I HAVE SPOKEN.

🔼: … Again, I think the only problem is that you guys aren’t popular. While you do check off the sexy Tumblr man list. It’s just popularity that's the problem. Just look at us. We don’t exactly wear dapper clothing for a living, let alone have an evil side or power. But we’re skinny and popular people. It all matters in popularity to set it off.

⚔️: Fair enough.

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[maguro13-2]

Miku.EXE : THE RESURRECTION Pt.2

Tails : Hey, Sonic. The new voice sound module for Miku and her friends is ready!

Sonic : That's cool tails! I wonder what are the odds for this new voice sound module will work?

Tails : With all the data and stuff from Crypton Future Media, we can have ourselves a nice chat with Miku with her new voice sound module will be snappy and possible! Not bad for all the things I have accomplished. So are you willing it to give it a go?

Sonic : You bet your sweet ass I am! Let's do this thing!

(Door opens)

Eggman : Excuse me, I have come to make announcement.

Sonic : Oh, I'm listening.

Eggman : It is a sad day for us that our unused character Omelette is Nowhere to be seen, but was apparently she was found dead in the woods.

Sonic : Omelette is dead. Thank God, she thought was your daughter.

Eggman : I don't have a daughter named Omelette, and now I'm single again.

Sonic : Wow, sounds like that the realization of never meeting your cousin.

Eggman : Yes and it's a hard life for me. So that Is why in 2022, I'm going to create a daughter of my own by going to Starfall Islands.

Sonic : You planned to create a daughter of your own.

Eggman : Yes.

Sonic : Okay, but only if it's necessary that you wanted to make think that fans would make me a lolicon, like Cream who was on a rampage.

(cuts to shows Sonic and Vanilla watching the city getting attacked by Gemerl as people are heard screaming)

Sonic : Yeah...I'm not really a good babysitter and she was pissed off after SEGA announced she wasn't shown in the newer sonic games. Well, gotta go! (Runs off)

Vanilla : Why is it so hard to be a single mother after all these years?

(Cuts back to the group in real life)

Sonic : And the only thing that I don't do Lolicon! I'm not a pedophile or something. So we heard that Omelette is dead from the inside, what do we do now since you're creating a daughter of your own?

Eggman : I'm gonna place it on this ancient technology with the network that was established and put it with all the data that is stored.

Tails : You guys are good with that. And no extra credit for giving me the opportunity of using data for Virtual Singers. (Sits on chair in boredom until room goes pitch-black. Their eyes are own shown) What?

Shadow : Hey! What the?!

Silver : Hey! What's going on here? Who turned out the lights?!

Sonic : Is it me or does the power went out by itself?

Shadow : Oh great! A blackout! This is just f*cking perfect!

Sonic : Tails. What have you done?

Tails : That wasn't me when I did the voice sound module...or maybe it's some weird electricity going on.

Sonic : Whatever it is, it's highly a risky part that it wasn't some kind of dangerous attempt done by another villain.

[EXE LAUGH]

Sonic and Tails : ?!

Shadow : What the hell was that?!

Silver : Sonic. W-Was it you just by now?

Sonic : [Thinking] No?

(the lights were suddenly turned back on)

Sonic : Oh look, the power's back on...

Tails : That's strange, the power outage must've been acting so weird, but it wasn't an intruder that turned off the power grid. Someone's doing it. Probably be an intruder that was infiltrating the company or something, if there was any security in the company, I would definitely sue my pants off to...(looks down and sees something in shocked) Um, Sonic?

Sonic : What is it, Tails?

Tails : (now realizing) Who's hat was this when I'm holding someone's head?! (Holds out the head of Balan)

Sonic : (In horror) OH GOD! BALAN, NOOOOOOOOO! (retches)

Tails : Oh come on! They just had this floor cleaned! On the other hand, let's call someone to deal with this murderer of our friend.

Sonic : Don't worry, (looks at his phone and dials it) I've got an old friend of mine.

~ The EXE mystery begins ~

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