#also i wanted to try something a lil different which is why i went for young victor and yakov

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Ok so blackhill x daughter reader

So Natasha and Maria have been stressed lately and on a mission we keep calling them lil mama and mom (I don’t know which nicknames you want) and some agents (avengers don’t because they are used to) snicker about that. (Don’t get me wrong they love when we call them that no matter the situation and will beat up anybody who laughs at that but now due to the stress they can’t) so they kind of snap at us telling us that we have to adress them with respect.

Now the angst 😈 then some days after that mission we get kidnapped and HYDRA got a device that made us see that our mothers were torturing us. So we got tortured irl but saw that Natasha and Maria did it.

Then when they finally get to where we are (some time has to pass) we start to back up frightened and start saying things like “please miss romanoff please don’t hurt me more miss romanoff” (yk like begging but calling them that) and Natasha is startled and says “what did you call me?” So we get even more frightened and kind of scream “I’m sorry black widow I’m sorry please no more please” also when we are in the compound every time we see them we get duper frightened. And they have to make a lot of effort and rehabilitation to get us back to our past shelf.

I don’t know if this makes sense at all. I’m sorry if it doesn’t

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We are your mothers

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part 2

pairing: Blackhill x daughter reader

warnings: yelling, Natasha and Maria being stupid for a second, torture

genre: angst

words: 1370

a/n: I finally finished a fic, yay😎 hope you like it :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work 

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Going on a mission with your moms seemed exciting at first. You and Natasha had spoken about it a lot, and while she was unsure of you joining them, she was proud of you.

Two days in and excitement had died down, now walking on eggshells every time you talked with your moms. They were stressed. Very stressed. The past couple of days hadn’t been easy on them and they carried a lot of responsibility and had a lot on their plate. You tried to help them, but Maria had just ended up telling you to go somewhere else.

You knew it had nothing to do with you, but it still hurt.

To make the whole situation worse, people had been laughing behind your back, and sometimes right in your face due to the fact you called your moms by their names, mom and mama. The other agents made fun of it and you found it annoying but mainly ignored it. You knew they were just some stupid agents, you just wished they’d shut up. 

Today wasn’t any different. All of you were working on finding information, hacking into computers and trying to find out where Hydra was going to hit next. 

“Hey mama, I think I found something,” you said, typing something in the laptop while you tried to secure a location. You heard an agent snicker, and you knew Natasha had heard it too, but she seemed to ignore it. She walked over to you, leaning down to look at the laptop. 

“This proves nothing, y/n. Please take this seriously,” she said, walking back to your mom. You sighed in annoyance, and leaned back into your chair. 

“I am taking this seriously mama. Why wouldn’t I? I know it’s serious, but I really thought I had something-” “Well you didn’t, and you need to start being more respectful. We are not at home. Address us properly,” Natasha interrupted, typing something into her own computer. 

You looked at your mom pleadingly, but Maria just shook her head and went on with her own work. “You could’ve just told me that. No need to yell!” you replied back to Natasha, who looked at you really pissed. “Go take yourself for a walk, and don’t even dare coming back until you’ve remembered your manners!” Natasha replied angrily, and you could hear some agents snickering. 

You stood up aggressively, pushing your chair back and storming out of the room, ignoring your moms scolding you heard. 

You walked outside for a while, the cool autumn air helping to calm your nerves. You felt odd, though, but you couldn’t really explain it. You kept looking behind you, feeling as though someone was following you. When the feeling got worse, you reached for your phone, dialing your mom who, stupidly, ignored your call. You cursed yourself quietly, calling your mama, who, surprisingly, picked up. 

“What?” you heard your mama say, hearing the annoyance in her voice. “I think I’m being followed…” you replied softly, checking behind you again. 

“Where are you?” you heard Natasha ask, her voice suddenly sounding concerned and panicked. “I’m at-” “Hello? y/n?! Answer me!” Natasha yelled through the phone, but you were knocked out cold. 

Natasha immediately grabbed Maria’s attention, explaining what happened. The entire mission was thrown around, now solely focussed on finding you.

Meanwhile, you were being dragged into a van, which drove you to a Hydra base. You were still knocked out when they placed you into a dark room, strapping you down to a chair and quickly injecting you with a serum.

Once you woke up, the room was dark, and your mind felt foggy. You couldn’t remember what happened, but when you went to reach for your head you found out your arms and legs were tied. You panicked, frantically trying to get yourself loose but to no avail. Once you stopped struggling, the door opened, and two figures walked in.

You blinked a few times, not trusting your mind, before you realized it was your moms standing in front of you. “Mama! Mom! Please help me!” you pleaded with them, tugging on the restraints.

They didn’t move from their spot, instead who you thought was Maria lifted her arm, a strike hitting you in the face. “Address us properly,” she demanded, waiting for your answer. Your head swept to the side and tears stung in your eyes. “What?...” you questioned quietly, barely above a whisper. Another strike hit your cheek, this time Maria grabbed your hair, yanking your head back.

“Address us properly,” she demanded again, Natasha now stepping closer too.

You shook your head to the best of your abilities, tears running down your cheeks. “Mom please, don’t get it…” you cried, another slap landing on your cheek. 

It had been days, and you were beaten and bruised and barely alive. Every few hours, a guy would come to inject you with a blue serum. It didn’t hurt, but it made your brain feel foggy and made you see things that weren’t really there. 

Your moms had been coming into the room constantly, torturing you and laughing at you, making fun of you. 

You were terrified, but completely obedient to whatever they told you. You had been moved into another room a few days ago, this one with a bed, or rather a mattress, a very thin mattress, on the floor. Your ankle was attached to a chain, which was attached to the wall.

You were shaking and starving, your wounds hurting more than anything you’d ever experienced. 

Little did you know your real moms had been doing anything in their power to try and find you. They had gone over every possible Hydra base, skipping sleep and going through every possible file and document to try and locate you, and tonight, they did.

It was late when your cell door opened, and your moms once again walked in. “y/n,” you heard a relieved sigh, but you didn’t dare look at them. 

You kept your eyes on the ground, sitting up straight and keeping quiet, just like you’d been taught. Natasha ran up to you, laying her hand on your shoulder to try and assess the damage, but you flinched away from her touch, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“Please…” you cried out. “No more… please miss Romanoff no more…” 

Natasha hesitated in her movement, making eye contact with Maria, who was slowly approaching. “What did you just call me?” Natasha asked surprised, and she, nor Maria didn’t miss the way that sentence made you flinch and made yourself even smaller. 

“I’m sorry Black Widow. I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” you cried out, tears violently streaming down your face. 

Maria tried to approach you as well, but you flinched away from her as well.

Natasha had tears running down her cheeks, seeing you so afraid of her, too terrified to even look at her. Meanwhile, Maria called for back-up. Soon after, Yelena entered the room, followed by Clint. Natasha was sitting against a wall, her head leaning on it as she cried soundlessly, Maria sitting next to her, tears in her eyes as well.

You were sitting across for them, still covering your face with your arms and you tried to shield yourself.

Yelena slowly approached you, her hands raised as she crouched down next to you. “Baby spider…?” she asked carefully, taking note of your form relaxing slightly as you heard her voice. “Baby spider it’s me. It’s auntie Yelena. Can I help you with your wounds please?”

Seeing as though you made no move to get away from her, she came closer, hugging you tight as she checked your wounds. You finally broke down, feeling safe in the familiar arms of the russian.

Clint helped Natasha and Maria, getting them up and then breaking the chain you were attached to. Yelena lifted you up, taking you to the Quinjet, while your moms were left in that room. They saw your terrible state as Yelena carried you away, and silently cried, knowing this happened only because they got mad over you calling them mom, knowing you’d probably ever call them that again. 

a/n: I might rewrite this ending or make a part two cause, yikes.

part 2

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🩵Meeting The Family🩵

BI-HAN X B!F Reader

Summary: Your family has been pestering you to introduce your boyfriend to them. And they thought the most sane thing to do was invite you both to your family BBQ

Tags: Family/Fluff, Slice of Life, Comedy, Love, fun, chaotic, shockingly Bi-Han is enjoying himself

A/N: Who doesn’t love a black family bbq lol

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“Bi Han babe, you really don’t have to go. I have a big family… And you know they can get annoying.” You explained slightly having a tug o war with your boyfriend in the bed.

Tugging the invitation back and forth from each other.

“Your mother specifically requested me to join your family event. It would be wrong for me to decline.” Bi-Han told you, finally snatching the invitation from your hand.

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Why?”

“I already told you why.”

“Which was not a good enough reason… Are you embarrassed by me?” Bi-Han asked you with a slightly displeased look.

“What!? Fuck no, you daddy are the whole package… I just don’t want to make a bad impression, and you might… not want to be around me anymore, because of my family… They can be a bit much.” You hung your head messing with the sheets.

You really liked Bi-Han, and you want to continue a future with him. You’ll do anything for this man, but knowing his personality and character.

You weren’t so sure if being around your loud ass family would cause a shift in your relationship.

Bi-Han lift your chin up to look at him, “I will be the judge of that. I do not care what your family will say or do. Just as long as you know that you are still M I N E.”

You blushed at his proclamation, Bi-Han was literally one of a kind. And definitely out of this world(Literally). You pulled him into a passionate kiss.

You just hope your family would keep there chaotic behavior to a minimum.

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• Next Morning on Sunday •

You were with your mother “Whitney” and father “Charles”. Helping prep for the BBQ, for the family and before you went to get your boyfriend.

“I hope you told that young boy about the BBQ?” Your glared at you from the stove pointing at you with her hot spoon.

You rolled your eyes as you were sorting the deviled eggs in the pan on the island in the kitchen.

“Unfortunately yes, despite my refusal. He was dead set on coming.”

“Good! I’m happy he still coming despite my baby thinking we gonna embarrass her in front of her man… OOH! I also asked Gina to pick up some Chinese cuisine and dishes, I want to make sure the baby have something he can eat.” Your mother was stirring the spaghetti.

You did think it was sweet, your mother was trying to be considerate of his palette and taste.

“That boi is gonna eat what we make. We ain’t always going to cater to all these lil boys you bring around this family.” Your father shouted from outside cooking on the grill.

You groaned at the comment, “CHARLES HUSH! She didn’t ask me to, that decision was all me. Do not be rude to this man when he comes.”

It was your father turn to groan, you laughed at his frustration. At least you could rely on your Mother to not embarrass you.

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Y/N was secretly hyperventilating in her room with her aunt Erica. Her boyfriend was almost here…. Which she knew but…

HE WAS BRINGING HIS BROTHERS! You just hoped that at least they were dressed… Normal, and not in fight gear

Why was his brothers coming you asked

• Flashback to two hours earlier •

“Why is Kaui and Tomas coming!?” You asked your boyfriend. Confused and upset.

You were walking behind Bi-Han, as he was watching his clan practice different fighting forms.

“They asked where I was going, I told them. They asked if they could come, sense it’s a family thing. I told them yes, because I assumed you would feel less uncomfortable, end of story.” Bi-Han finally facing you.

You sighed, then giving him your best smile. “Bi-Han babe, Sweetface. You’re amazing, sexy, and a top notch nigga… But that idea is far from making me comfortable.”

“Then you can tell them you don’t want them to come, problem solved.” Bi-Han left you speechless.

“That’s not fucking SOLVING ANYTHING!” You shouted upset. You could’ve sworn you heard him laughing like a jackass in the distance.

• Flashback over •

“Listen peaches, I know it’s a lot with how already chaotic it is. Not to mention yo cousins and there kids over… but you can’t hide that man forever.”

“Trust me it’s possible TT.” You sighed, she just chuckled at you.

“Cmon now, It’s better if you’re down there. Where he can see a familiar face. Or do you want your uncle Gregory seeing him first… Remember the incident with your sister.” Your aunt smirked eyeing you closely.

That made you quickly stand up and rush downstairs. You were dodging everyone and there long winded conversation. Your grandmother almost caught you, because woman could talk for eons.

Just as you stepped outside to find him and his brothers. Your uncle was already greeting them.

“Well lookie here… Where you boys from? Ya lost? Ooh wait I know y’all the delivery people? I don’t see any packages or fo-“

“Haha! Thank you Unc! This is my lover Bi-Han and his brothers Kuai Liang and Tomas Vrbada. Bi-Han, Kuai, Tomas this is my uncle Gregory. Cool? Cool!”

Before you could pull them away, they greeted him. Your Uncle shaking Bi-Han’s hand “Well well well! You the boy this girl keep talking about like every day news. How she wants to have kids with and mar-“

“UNCLE! AUNTIEEE!” You whined loudly, Bi-Han just smirked at you. It was rare for him to smile in public and his brothers saw this.

“Gregory leave that poor girl and them boys alone. Go on now.” Your Aunt Erica shooed him away. “Hello it’s a pleasure to meet you boys, especially my niece’s boyfriend. Anyone my peaches cares and love, we do as well welcome to the family Bi-Han.” She gave him a hug, which he returned stiffly, the others returned happily.

“Likewise madam.”

“Ooo! What an octave.” Your blushed slightly, giggling as she walked away. You rubbed your hands down your face.

“I’m glad you guys came normally at least, and I apologize about my uncle… He ain’t all there the head.”

“We didn’t want to embarrass you, so Tomas had asked Johnny for some help on outfits… It was harder trying to get Brother to go through with it.” Kuai Liang pointed at Bi-Han who scoffed.

“We had to explain it to him from your point of view. Besides it was nice seeing your relative, they were quite welcoming and homey.” Tomas told you.

You were now kinda happy he brought his brothers along. On top of them making him dress normal, which you had to admit… he was definitely looking like a meal.

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You were impressed the event was going smoothly. Despite everyone fawning over your boyfriend and his brothers.

Kuai and Tomas was surrounded by hormones from your cousins. Although they didn’t noticed… Well that’s what you assumed as they were still talking and hanging around them.

Your mother was an angel and the sweetest, she literally welcomed Bi-Han and he was already in the family and son-in-law. Even so she didn’t need to tell you about your ratchet days and giving him copies of your photos from your childhood. He was enjoying those stories.

Your father on the other hand was sizing him up, and you don’t know why Bi-Han was doing the same thing. He probably didn’t appreciate that.

“So you dating my sweet little girl huh? I see you couldn’t find nobody your shade Y/N?”

“DADDY!”

“CHARLES!” Your mother yelled, hands on her hip.

“I don’t believe that should be your concern or problem.”

“BABE!?”

“BROTHER!?” Kuai shouted. He wasn’t far from the scene. Bi-Han was standing next to her father at the grill.

“I’m her father, and you think being rude is going to get me to like you? Did your father teach you respect boy?”

“My Father is Dead. And I understand your role and blood to my Y/N. I only returned what you gave to me. As a grandmaster of my clan, I do not respect those that disrespect me or my wife! No matter who they are.”

“W-Wife?” You spoke to yourself blushing, but at the same time wanting this to not escalate further.”

Your father just stared at him quietly, before breaking into a fit of laughter patting Bi-Han’s shoulder.

You looked so confused then upset, Bi-Han still having his same demeanor and stoic face. Your mother shaking her head.

“I like him Y/N, he’s a keeper. A man isn’t afraid to speak his mind. He ain’t like them other ones you were with. Can you promise me you’ll keep my little girl safe? She’s the last one and means the world to me, I’m entrusting her to you.”

“I give you my word she is safe with me, and if anyone dares to try and harm her. Will die by my hands.” Bi-Han responded with a serious tone.

Your father can tell he was not playing and don’t know whether it was a good or bad thing. But happy someone will care and protect you. Because he’s getting to old.

You ran up and hugged your father, “Thank you daddy.” You smiled, he nodded holding back tears. By hiding his face in your shoulder.

They pulled away, you took Bi-Han’s arm to bring him inside the house. Before y’all could leave.

“Also I’m sorry to hear about your father, if you ever need anything Bi-Han. You can always talk to me, as well as your brothers. Sense you’ll marry my daughter soon, we’re practically family.”

You and your mother thought that was the sweetest thing. Bi-Han’s brothers looked touched, and maybe your boyfriend as well.

“It would be our honor… Father.” Bi-Han told him and the trio did a bowing gesture.

Now that melted your heart.

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It was slightly dark, the older people were around the fire pit outside.

The food for the BBQ was fucking fire, even Bi-Han and his brothers enjoyed the food.

It was a mixture of what they eat and what your father cooked.

The kids and a couple of the other families were surrounding Kuai and Tomas outside. Watching them as they were teaching a couple of kids the Lin Kuei martial arts. Which was extremely adorable.

You were trying to figure out where Bi-Han was, you was only talking with your cousin for a little bit. He wasn’t outside, and then you asked your mother. Who told you that he was inside the house in the living room.

You entered and pause slightly hiding behind the side wall of the entrance. You noticed your little cousin Angelica sitting on Bi-Han’s lap. Talking to him.she had French braids with colorful beads and big glasses. She was the shyest girl in the family, and him being the angriest and detached.

Like is the world coming to an end?

“So then he kept pushing me down on the floor in gym class. All the kids started laughing at me, I don’t really like conflict and didn’t want to get in trouble. So I just stayed on the floor in the corner while the other kids played… Not that anyone would play with me either.” Angelica told him sadly.

“You did not retaliate? What did your parents say?”

“Nothing really, at first they told the principle. Which only made it worse for me and then both families got into a heated argument… I just want them to stop bullying me.”

“If you wish for them to stop, the you must MAKE THEM STOP. Crying and hiding will not solve your problems. It’ll make them feel as if they have power over you, which they DO NOT! Undisciplined snots should be taught a lesson, we are family now. And anyone in my family will not be weak and defenseless.” Bi-Han sat her down, standing up.

“I will have you train with the girls of the Lin Kuei, I will inform your parents.”

“Really!? That’ll be cool… But uh… I have school tomorrow and he’s going to be there.” Angelica losing her excitement.

Bi-Han kneeled in front of her, doing a finger gesture telling her to come closer. She brought her ear to him. He whispered something in her ear. Making her jump from excitement.

“That will be our plan.” Bi-Han, smiled at her, Angelica nodded at him. Then gave him a big hug, before hearing her mother calling to her they are leaving.

She ran out passing you, Bi-Han looking at you. You approached him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Giving him a sweet kiss, he grabbed your waist tight.

Pulling you close to deepen the kiss, you pulled away. “Are you really going to teach my lil cousin how to fight? That girl is not a fighter.”

“Of Course, and she will be. Also you have a bad habit with eavesdropping.” Bi-Han starring at you with longing eyes.

“Yeah I know… guess it’s genetics, I get it from my mother.”

That made Bi-Han laugh, which was always music to your ears.

“Today was… different, you do indeed have a strange family. With a strong bond, maybe stronger than with my own.”

“Well you can always strengthen your bond with your brothers… By being a bit nicer yea?”

He scoffed at that playing with your frohawk. “I enjoyed talking with your mother. May be my most favorite thing about this event.” You laughed shoving him away, as if he was excluding you.

“Well I’ll let her know the great grandmaster. Enjoys my mother’s company, which is very high praise where you come from.”

He smirked pulling you into another kiss, which you didn’t mind. You’re glad the BBQ and your family didn’t scare him and his brothers away.

It may have just brought y’all closer together

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• BONUS •

Angelica was gathering her things as school was over. Her ride was here earlier than usual, as they were waiting for her.

As she stepped out of the building, she was immediately shoved. Making her miss a step and failing on the concrete.

She slightly teared up, holding her scrap knee. As the boys were laughing at her in front of her face.

She stood up, grabbing her cracked glasses. She glared at him with glossy eyes, puffing up her chest.

“Ooh look seems like Ms. Four eyes, is trying to stand up for herself. You won’t and can’t do anything.” The bully boy told her.

She wiped her eyes, smirking at him, “Oh I won’t, but Big Brother Bi-Han will.”

“Bi-Han?” The boy noticed his guys were tossed in the bushes. Before someone picked him up from his backpack.

“That’s grandmaster to you.” A deep menacing voice came into the boys ear. Before he could say anything. He was flung in the air with such strength and height.

All the kids looked up, Angelica smirking. As they heard the boy screaming. He was coming down, but his pants got pierced and caught on the flag pole. Going through his pants and shorts. Giving him a wedgy making him cry and scream.

Becoming snotty shouting for his Mommy, the kids started laughing at him.

“Let this be a reminder to you boy and everyone else!” The kids went silent.

“If I find out anyone has laid a hand on her. You will get the same treatment as him.” Bi-Han glared at all the kids and superiors. All of them nodded.

“Come! Your training begins today.” Bi-Han turned away with Angelica behind.

“Don’t mess with the Lin Kuei BOYYYYY!” She crossed her hands, then followed behind Bi-Han giving him a high five. Before holding his hand, going through a portal.

A/N: No lie that one was a lot longer than expected, but it was fun. I mainly enjoyed the Angelica bit, to see how he interacts with kids

Hope you ladies enjoyed this one as well!💅🏾

BI-HAN’S OUTFIT

KUAI LIANG’S OUTFIT

TOMAS VRBADA’S OUTFIT

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Niffty Redesign🐛

Made my own take on Niffty for Fun!!!!!!!!💖 I def thought a lot on what to try with her!!!!

Pushed for a more 50’s Housewife aesthetic/hotel maid vibe. She’s wearing a pinafore apron which was very popular during that era and I took the poodle skirt idea and reworked it into the apron, but rather than a poodle it’s a bug 🐛. Also brought back warmer colors like the pilot look had. Pastel yellow was def a pop color!

Also added a name tag as to show she works for the hotel 🏨

Added more splotches and made them bigger on her apron. Polkadots were popular in that time and I think are cute(lot of her concepts had polka dots on her) plus I can see her wanting people to assume she’s a ladybug or Asian Lady Beetle 🐞 (@peeperscreeperz made a take of Niffty being that which is AMAZING and I considered making her that too but I ended up going a different route). I can see her also wanting them to give off flowers…only for most people to see them as blood stains.🌸🩸

Also gave her those iconic cleaning gloves 🧤. Shes the Hotels maid AND cook afterall 🧽 👩‍🍳

Gave her a bandana bow for the housewife and maid look and because I think it’s cute and lowkey gives off antennae. I LOVE the idea of her being a bug demon so I went with that. I was going for a subtle ambiguity of what she’s suppose to be(she’s hiding what she is).

Gave her warmer eye color back! Also made the pupil more leaf shaped 🍃.

Added gradient for her limbs.

Added extra limbs. Great for extra cleaning 🧹 🧼

Her hairs actually antennae…and extra legs 🦵

Gave her three fingers.

Made her eye bigger(bugs often got big eyes! Or for her case eye 👁️)

Added a lil bug instead of a poodle for her apron!🪳

For her color motif, went back to warmer colors and because for mine I’m going with a rainbow motif she’s Yellow💛🌈 the color known for its positives such as joy and friendship…but can also mean negative things such as Deceit, illness and often used as a warning color⚠️ it was also a popular color for Sci-Fi posters(she was based on B-Alien Movies)

Made her skin a kinda warm pastel orange🧡 I missed her having a warm palette but I also get why they changed it due to her roots 🇯🇵. So I went with orange!!!! Her hairs also a more brownish red-orange.

For her bug theme,

I went with something that I figure would connect her both to her ability to take down pests so well and Japanese origins. The Japanese Centipede! Centipedes are great for pest control but apparently to Japan they’re considered symbols of evil and rottenness, plus with how they look they often scare people even those they don’t pose serious threats to humans, which I think fits Niffty’s whole desire to be loved only to accidentally scare people away…shunned & unloved by a world she can’t seem to fit in💔

HUGE Spoiler alert!!!! Hazbin Hotel

With the reveal of Husk being once an Overlord I like to believe the same with Niffty but rather than souls(talked about this with @a-sterling-rose, she was an immensely powerful sinner like Alastor, but alas her form was far too big and scary for people to want to get close to and she was alone…until Alastor offered her a deal he’d provide a more approachable form in return for her eternal service)

A lot of her looks meant to be hiding what she is. Disguising her extra limbs as hair, her body’s color scheme based on a centipedes, poofy dress that could cover extra, even the bug design could be Interpreted as a long centipede. I was also going for a subtle sharp, mini legs for her apron ruffles, giving off her trying to look sweet and soft but could also be interpreted in another way…

I read and learned from a @lovesart23 redesign vid for her that, she was meant to be based on B-Alien Movies. LOVE that and I tried it myself(hardest part was figuring out what bug to make her and what themes to go with) but I ended up going for another Sci-Fi route. Kaiju/Giant Bug monsters. Creatures like Godzilla or those giant bugs creatures like “the Tingler” 1959(which was a centipede monster I read). I figure it’d connect well to both her struggles of fitting in but also her Japanese Roots.

Monsters are tragic beings. They are born too tall, too strong, too heavy. They are not evil by choice. That is their tragedy. They do not attack people because they want to, but because of their size and strength, mankind has no other choice but to defend himself. After several stories such as this, people end up having a kind of affection for the monsters. They end up caring about them."

— Ishir⁠ō Honda The Director of Godzilla

Plus some certain Kaijus could qualify as Aliens!.

There’s even a Yokai/demon based on the centipede know as the Ōkumade!

CW freaky Pictures of centipedes and Mice

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

I’ve also done Charlie, Vaggie and Angel🍎🦋🕷️

#Hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel redesigns #Hazbin hotel niffty #niffty #nifty #niffty redesign #Nifty redesign #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel fanart #my art #my redesign #hazbin redesign #hazbin redesigns #Hh #hazbinhotel #Overlord niffty #hazbin hotel art #Hazbin hotel rewrite

[votederpycausemufins]

And here's my Evil X gemcyt design sheet thing. I already posted the Xisuma one, so check that one out too.

the whole gemcyt au got kicked off by @chrisrin so make sure to check out their stuff and all the stuff they reblogged if you haven't already.

Another version of the sheet above but with more notes on and for it is below the cut.

Alright! I had a lot of fun figuring Evil X out, probably bc of him being one of my blorbos.

Evil X has a lot of 'theories' surrounding what he is and I've seen some variations. He and X are siblings, they're X's clone, he's a glitched version of X, they're X's hels. etc etc. And so trying to figure out what to do for him.

While I already borrowed sweetest-honeybee's design in the second part of my Zed/WM gemcyt post, I didn't want to do like that and make him corrupted. I know the gemcyt stuff seems to play with corruption a little looser, but it still didn't feel right. So, I went researching and found a fun lil mix that seems to fit well.

First off, the closest thing you can get to a glitch in terms of gems is being off-color. I mean technically you glitch when you're cracked, but we're not doing that. Anyway, off-color gem Evil X, which is why there's the gem comparison. Next, the clone/hels part. I don't mention it on the sheet, but specifically, I think of this Evil X as a sort of gem experiment. No wait wait don't leave let me explain!

We saw that there were gem experiments of some type on the show. They were more fusion experiments using shards, and were experiments for the cluster (which technically don't work since they only emerged slightly before the cluster so there was no telling if they worked and if then the cluster would work). Also on the show, we're told that there's a resource problem on Homeworld which results in 'Era 2' gems like Peridot, who don't have all the abilities a normal gem would have. Also also in the show, when Steven and Lars are with the off colors on Homeworld, we see the kindergartens there. And while there are normal holes, there are also holes that overlap, as well as holes that look like there's been a chunk scooped out of them.

The analogy I could think of was like when you're making cookies. you roll out the dough, get a cookie cutter, and get all the cookies, but assuming you weren't using a square cutter, there's extra dough left between the cuts. Instead of just leaving it, usually you reroll it to cut out more cookies. Well, why can't Homeworld try the same?

Evil X is meant to be an experiment on if Homeworld can successfully do that. They scooped out extra rock from a kindergarten or two, compressed it into a new boulder, then used an injector on it. Eventually after a long while, out came Evil X. And that whole thing also leans into the clone thing because I imagine some of the scooped rock was from part of where Xisuma emerged.

Anyway, with all that, I originally thought about making Evil X look similar to Amethyst's pseudo buff reformation, but trying to draw that was a mess. I meant to go back and make him look a little more lopsided, but you'll have to just imagine that. Whoops. At the very least he has the funky stripes. I imagine that's probably from where the different rock pieces met or something, and since it wasn't as solid as regular rock, he was like that.

Coloring him was tough, but eventually I just copied Xisuma over, inverted his colors, and then shifted the hue to be more red. I considered making the green parts more black, but it didn't fit, so they're just more purpley to show that Xisuma connection or smthn.

Speaking of his gem, I show what I picture a normal Cuprite to look like. Meanwhile Evil X's is a bit misshapen, as well as that darker area that mimics the one reference I had. specifically that darker bit is chrysocolla, but he's still just cuprite.

Instead of a mask, he's just got a visor similar to what we've seen with Peridot and Doc and technically those zircons. And also instead of a mask he has those... blade things. Look, the best name i could find for them were blade gauntlets, but they look more like sword brass knuckles to me so I don't know. Also yes they are based on a weapon a digimon had, what of it?

And then, he is hella amethyst coded. Popped out of his rock thing in a chamber under the kindergarten (similar to the other experiments in the show) with no one around. He was an experiment and uses rock from different gems and is off color, so he doesn't know what he's for. Doesn't even know what diamond he should belong to, so that's why he's got a grey one on his chest. And there's a lot of little things and ideas for him that are inspired by Amethyst's characterization on the show, to the point I was planning a screenshot redraw even before I had his and Xisuma's designs even close to finalized.

I also have a fic I'm working on with him and Gemsuma, as well as that quick Jevin design plus a few teeny tiny references to other people's gem designs. If my adhd allows it, i should post that 1 shot fic tomorrow.

#gemcyt #evil xisuma #hermitcraft au #steven universe au #my art

[punkeropercyjackson]

If you hate Aang i hate YOU.What did this lil nigga even do?He was 12,one minute his life was a paradise living with his people happily then the next he got told he had save the world as a CHILD so he got scared and ran away and THEN he was the last survivor of a genocide.And yet despite all this,he went out of his way to show kindness to everybody,to give them hope,to give them strength,to use HIS strength to protect people and he never expected to be rewarded for it as seen by him helping Zuko back when he was evil,he was literally BEING SWEET TO THE GUY TRYING TO KILL HIM because he realized maybe he wasn't all bad and just a kid like him.He was the first person to really see him for who he is after he got banished and he helped him see that too and bring it out in full force.Aang SAVED Zuko's life just like he saved the world and Zuko loves him more than he does anyone else for it and shows it nonstop

He's so different from what he's expected to be-He's so caring and gentle and open with his emotions and goofy and eager to help and innocent and HAPPY.Even after all he's been through,he still finds it so easy to see the good things in life and fill everybody else's existense with even more good things.He's feminine in a positive way instead of being mocked for it and he loves his culture so much and he's so upset about what happened to his people and the reason he decided to be the Avatar for real is that he knows what the Water Tribe and Earth Kingdom were feeling and ain't no way he was going to just let it keep going when he had the exact power created to stop it

He never forced Katara to love him back.He wanted her to and she wore her mutual feelings for him on her sleeve so often that he spotted them and got freaked out and confused when something made him think he was wrong and reacted badly because he was a fucking child.She was a child just like him and he made her feel like one for once since her toddler years and that's why she felt the same things for him he felt for her and why their love perfected the show.She didn't have to water herself down for him and with him she could be the sea itself

Aang had every right to not want to kill Ozai.He wasn't even 13,not even technically a teenager,he was a kid,a good good kid,and he WAS going to stop him no matter what but what of the Air Nomads?What of Gyatso who was the closest thing he ever had to a father?What of everyone else he grew up with that always nurtured him in his-their beautiful culture that wasn't around to keep going anymore?He couldn't let it die like they did.So he worked his ass off to do both and he won.He shared the Air Nomad heritage with Katara as a token of love and did it platonically for everyone else too and despite how EXTREMELY problematic Legend of Korra is,it vindicated him and his people by making Air Nomads exist again.He deserved that and so did they

Aang was a genocide survivor of color.Aang was a child forced to be a hero.Aang wasn't the perfect boyfriend all the time but he wasn't an abuser either.Aang was traumatized and alone in his heritage and despite everything,he was still a good person not out of 'purity' but because he TRIED TO BE EVERY DAY.Talk about him with some fucking respect seeing as he's done more good for his world than you ever have for ours and takes more pride in his culture too.Aang is the perfect role model for kids of color and jewish kids and all the other ones with his experiences.Aang didn't do anything wrong.Just say you hate anyone who's an actual outcast instead of just quirky and then go do some actual activism and direct action like he inspired me to and so did Katara-Which she also played a big part in and i wish she'd done the same for you instead of you insulting her by taking away her entire character on the basis of making her 'a real girl'.I'm talking like i'm better than you because i am and more importantly so is Aang and Katara and Zuko agree

#aang #aanglove #pro aang #aang defense squad #zuko #katara #pro zuko #pro katara #katara deserved better #aang and zuko #platonic zukaang #kataang #t4t kataang #pro kataang #genderfluid aang #autistic aang #pastel punk aang #transmasc zuko #trans katara #transfem katara #autistic zuko #autistic katara #bi katara #anti zutara #atla geekery #anti natla #pastel punk tag #poc #💌 #summerposting

[airybcbyy]

Oh please, can I request the first time s/o rubs her nose against tecchou’s nose?

You don’t have an idea how I love tecchou’s fluff, like, everyone agrees he’s the most affectionate guy😭how I love my baby

AAHFSHSHSVSV I LOVE TECCHOU SM THIS IS SO CUTE. i had a pretty bad mental health week recently so i’m sorry for not finishing this earlier!!

nose to nose–

tecchou suehiro x gn! reader

a/n – this ask was too cute and i actually sobbed bc i love tecchou more than words can describe 🫶🏼

content – tecchou fluff, fem! reader, really just cute relationship type stuff, tecchou calls reader ‘sweetheart’ and ‘ my love ’ ,added backstory for absolutely no reason,i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis – cute lil nose bumps with tecchou :)

when tecchou had first met you, he didn’t understand why his stomach felt so queasy. was it the soy sauce he’d put in his coffee? no. it couldn’t be that– he’d drank it many times before, so what was different about today?

you–a new addition to the hunting dogs– you were the only new thing about today. his daily rituals of working out during meetings, going on his own little adventures after getting a mission done a little too quickly; all of that would now be thrown off balance because you were here.

this feeling in his stomach would go away sooner or later

or– that’s what he’d thought.

even then; two months after you’d arrived into their little group of strangely strong super freaks, the weird queasiness never subsided within tecchous stomach.

the way you smiled at jouno made his stomach churn in a way that could only be described as anger, but why would he get upset over two of his coworkers just chatting? he wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, so he went to the one member of the hunting dogs who hadn’t been so wrapped up in their space; tachihara.

tecchou went up to the fake ginger and asked him simply about why his stomach burned every time you were around him, yet it also burned with anger when you talked to anyone that wasn’t him.

“i dunno man, sounds like you like her to me-”the other male shrugged. which led to tecchou realizing that he did, in fact, like you.

and that’s what led to now, three months after tecchou had so bravely walked up to you the same day he’d found out that he actually liked you and asked you for “the honor of being his girlfriend” and who were you to tell the (arguably) cutest hunting dog no?

the two of you were sat on your couch, watching another stupid movie that tecchou had picked out. he refused to watch any high tense hostage or action movies; insisting that he “hated people getting tortured for no reason”

you’d been staring at your boyfriend for the past two minutes, trying to telepathically tell him that you absolutely did not want to watch this movie anymore, but he obviously couldn’t get your wavelengths.

the male kept shoving his face full of his buttered popcorn mixed with mustard– something that had his breath smelling disgusting and you avoiding every kiss he’d tried giving you.

“ ‘hiroooo ” you whined out towards your boyfriend, which made him finally turn his attention towards you, popcorn crumbs and mustard stained over his mouth and somehow even on his nose. you could never understand how your boyfriend got so messy while eating; it was a true mystery.

“ yes, my love? ” he’d chirped out, titling his hair so his fluffy hair that you could play with for hours upon hours. “can we change it? this is so boring!”you sighed, leaning closer to him, trying to take the remote that was placed on his lap.

“but i like this–”the males words stopped short when you got closer to him. try as he might, tecchou suehiro was the type of man to basically malfunction whenever you got closer to him. his hands found their way to your waist, moving the remote off his lap, causing you to let out a groan. you were so close and of course your puppy of a boyfriend couldn’t realize what you were doing!

the male moved you onto his lap with a ease, looking up at you as you stared down at him,“ you’re so pretty, y/n.”he leaned up, going to kiss you. and even though you loved your boyfriend, you weren’t going to kiss his popcorn and mustard filled mouth.

you slightly turned, shaking your head before putting your forehead on his, rubbing your nose against his. and let me tell you, tecchou was gobsmacked.

he looked up at you with a small frown, still staying close to you,“my love, do you not want to kiss me?” he asked as you let out a laugh. “you’re breath stinks, ‘hiro. ”

tecchou was never the type to complain, so he’d take the smallest of nose rubs from you, even if it confused him for the first six seconds it had happened.

“ if i go brush my teeth, can i kiss you?” he asked softly

you never did end up getting that remote.

the ending kinda sucked, i’m sorry! but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated, thank you!!

#★ · airybcbyy #airy posts #airy answers asks :) #airy writes for bungo stray dogs #airy writes for bsd #airy writes for tecchou⚔️ #tecchou x reader #bsd tecchou #tecchou suehiro #tecchou fluff #tecchou suehiro bsd #tecchou bsd #tecchou suehiro fluff #bsd tecchou suehiro #bsd x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs tecchou #bungo stray dogs #hunting dogs bsd #hunting dogs x reader #the hunting dogs #nose bumping

[shiningstarlight101]

Something interesting about hybrids/origins I couldnt fit into my copper golem Sparrow post is how they often change to some degree mentally. It's to be expected when you're an entirely new creature. Of course your gonna have some urges or instincts related to being that.

But with Sparrow specifically, his origin is so wildly different from the Sparrow we learned to know that it causes major issues to him. Sparrow was a really fun nature-loving guy. He was messy, he was human. But copper golem Sparrow is basically the exact opposite of this due to being a machine.

His messiness and nature side are easiest to point out. With his being upset over his messy storage once he changed, and suddenly he couldn't stand the idea of dtaying in his camp. Human Sparrow probably wouldn't willingly stay in a factory unless it was for quick shelter.

In general, if someone changes heavily by their way of life, their personality stays unalterned for the most part. The most their personality changes is when someone goes evil-mode and even then they mostly remain the same person, just kinda quirky. With sparrow, he's noticably different in this way too. You can really see this in the way he treats Scott. His best friend suddenly turned into an annoyance he wanted gone. And despite going so far to become a hybrid, he didn't really care or seem that hyped up over it.

I think the best example of this happening before is Scott himself, actually. Back in afterlife. He went from a cute lil moth to a vampire. And with that, he became much more outwardly evil, killed multiple people, and in general was menace just because it would be funny. Not to mention that as a moth, he was friends with angel Sausage. But as a vampire he killed him. Why? Because Sausage threw bath water on him (which, admittedly is gross but also, immediately going to murdering him?). He did it just for the fun of it, just to try it out, just to get really petty revenge.

It's kind of funny. You can compare Sparrow best to Scott out of all people, although on a different series. Tho i don't think it's far fetched if afterlife and new life are in the same universe.

And although i doubt it'd happen, i would love it if Scott remembers afterlife and goes like "nooo bestie don't make those same mistakes i did, you're gonna be sad and friendless"

#mcyt #mcytblr #new life #new life smp #nlsmp #nlsmp sparrow #new life smp sparrow #new life sparrow #owengejuicetv #dangthatsalongname #scott smajor #afterlife scott

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 16: Vulnerability

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

It's been a rough two weeks and I craved Larissa comfort. So enjoy! 🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402 @the-bagel24 @autumn-leaves-chasing-breeze @kimiinou @muffintopxs @h-doodles @bbykens @lilfartbox1 @bigolgay @winterfireblond @gela123 @i-like-reading @hopelessly-sapphic @alder-saan @im-a-carnivorous-plant @weemssapphic @barbarasstar

(pls let me know if you want to be tagged/ I missed you!)

Chapter 15

Cross Posted on AO3 Here

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Larissa was busy. Which was fine! And understandable considering all the antics Wednesday has been up to recently. Her dedication to finding the monster that had attacked you was sweet, a little insane, but sweet. However, the way in which she was trying to find it was…unorthodox to say the least.

She had asked you almost a hundred different questions about the night you were attacked, not that you remembered much of use anyway. All you could remember was that you were in the woods (how far from the school you didn’t know), you had been crying so hard you hadn’t heard anything and that Marilyn had showed up very shortly after you were attacked…

Which was bothering you for two reasons. One was that if she had been close enough to be there right after you were attacked, why didn’t the monster attack her? Wednesday had hypothesized(her term not yours) that the monster had probably gotten spooked by a second person. It still didn’t sit right with you though.

And the second reason was that you had barely seen Marilyn since you were brought back to Nevermore. She had popped in briefly when you were unpacking to say hi and say she was glad you were doing better and then all but disappeared off the face of the planet. You know the two of you weren’t all that close but you honestly thought you’d at least see her around a bit.

You knew her and Larissa were close, she had told you about the long chats over many glasses of wine and their morning coffees together. And the two of them hadn’t stopped hanging out, not until Larissa went into full crisis(Wednesday) management mode. And it’s not like you spent all your time holes up in your room (anymore, not that Vlad allowed it in the first place). And with all the fucking walking around the Nevermore campus you were doing you really did not understand why you hadn’t seen her at least once.

So you decided you would try and find her today. Partially because, yes, you were lonely. But also because you wanted to thank her properly for saving your life. So you set out to find the funky lil redhead, vowing to yourself that you would find her before the end of the day.

Surprisingly she was in the first place you checked; the greenhouse. This did make you wonder if you were imagining her avoiding you. She was on the phone when you entered. She seemed to be in the middle of a heated argument with someone, hand gesturing wildly as she whisper-yelled at whoever it was she was speaking with. You stood awkwardly at the door, trying to figure out if you should stay or go.

Before you can make a decision the phone call is over and she's angrily sighing and shaking her head. You knock on the closed door behind you, hoping to announce your presence properly before stepping further into the greenhouse. At the sound she turns, rather swiftly. The look on her face goes from proper anger to shock, then to something you can’t name before swinging back around to anger again. You don’t even have a moment to open your mouth before she storms over to you, poking your chest with her finger.

“You! You just- you had to- and now I- UGH!” She groans, tears gathering in her eyes.

“Marilyn…?” You mumble, staring at her, confused as fuck.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t know why I-“ she tries, stopping when her voice cracks.

She looks moments away from bursting into full-blown sobs. Her eyes are wet with unshed tears and her lower lip is trembling. She opens her mouth to speak again but you wrap your arms around her, enveloping the small woman in a hug. She does burst into tears then, hugging you back while burying her face in your neck. You pat her back, doing your best to soothe her.

She calms eventually, her cries dissolving into the occasional hiccup. She takes a step back from you, wiping at her eyes and letting out a shaky breath.

“Sorry..” she smiles, “I don’t-you shouldn’t have had to deal with that I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. Are you okay though?” You ask.

She nods and sniffs, shooting you what you assume is meant to be a reassuring smile. You smile back at her, squeezing her shoulders.

“I’m fine, I mean I will be fine. Sorry. Is there- can I do anything for you?” She offers.

“I actually just uh wanted to chat to you. And thank you properly for you know saving my life and all.”

“Really you shouldn’t thank me. It was the least I could do…” her face falls for a second before she smiles, “Is there anything else? Sorry, I’ve got uhm-I have to head into town to pick up a plant delivery.”

“Oh…oh no. It’s- no it’s cool! I’ll just- I’ll leave you to it then,” you murmur.

You say your goodbyes, feeling a bit better when Marilyn suggests you get coffee sometime. When you leave the greenhouse you stand dumbly for a bit, trying to figure out what to do now. You figure it would be best to go back to your room. Your mood can’t get that much worse just by vibing in your room.

———

Apparently, it could get worse. Much worse.

As it turns out dissociating in your room actually made you feel so much worse. You had ended up staring blankly at the really nice window you had while thinking back on all the ways life had gotten so fucked in the last few weeks. And then you ended up thinking about how your life had been fucked up the whole time. Which was a super fun little exercise to be doing before a physio session with Vlad.

And really Vlad was so sweet, really. So kind. However you felt like utter shit and he was making you do all these stupid, painful stretches that were making your scars and body ache. Which when combined with your already shit mental state leads to a rather terrible outburst.

“Come on kiddo just a few more of these,” he encourages you.

“I can’t.” You huff, wincing at the pain in your stomach.

“Sure you can kiddo. It’s just three more you got this-“

“No I fucking don’t! So can you just fucking let me breathe?!” You yell.

“Alright, let’s take a breath then-“

“No that’s not going to fucking help! Nothing is going to fucking help because things are just fucking fucked!” You end up kicking the nearest thing which just so happens to be a wall.

Which is how you end up sitting in the infirmary with a fucked foot and a dent in the wall you had taken your frustration out on. Turns out the vampire strength did not save your bones from being obliterated by concrete. The nurse had been very sweet, wrapping your foot and sending you on your way. Vlad had helped you back to your room, not asking any questions and leaving you with a simple ‘call if you need anything.’

And so you lay on your bed, frustrated and angry and hurt. You feel tears welling up in your eyes and get even more frustrated if that’s even possible. Part of you knows you’re just having a bad day, that these feelings will pass and you’ll be okay. But another, louder part of you says this is how things will always be.

That’s how Larissa finds you, laying on your back on your bed, foot wrapped in a lovely bandage, crying your eyes out. She silently takes off her heels, padding over to your bed and sitting herself next to you. She brushes some hair out of your face, smiling down at you.

“I hear you’re going around destroying property.” She hums.

“I’m sorry, I can- I can get it fixed and pay for the damage I-“

“Darling, I’m certain your toe suffered more damage than the wall. And even if you destroyed a wall you would never have to pay for it.” She reassured you, brushing the tears from your cheeks gently. “How’s your foot?”

“It’s fine, I was being ridiculous.” You grumble.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” she frowns, “do you want to talk about it?”

You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to keep the tears from falling. You shrug, biting your lip as you sniffle.

“It’s fine I’m-I’ll be fine,” you croak.

“Talk to me darling,” she murmurs.

“I…” you try, not really sure where to start, “I don’t know I’m just…I just feel like- I just- everything is so overwhelming at the moment. I just- I feel like I’m drowning.”

Larissa taps your arm, gesturing for you to sit up. You do, a bit confused. You feel your heart melt when she shuffles behind you, pulling you to lie back against her. She wraps her arms around your stomach, squeezing you gently and pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

“Go on sweetheart,” she murmurs.

“I just-my whole life has been like flipped upside down. I mean I-I almost fucking died and-and then oh no wait I didn’t because it turns out I’m a vampire! Which is- I mean it’s really cool! And I’m not- I’m not upset or anything but…but my parents hid it from me my- my whole life and I-how am I supposed to feel about that? And my father is all high and mighty about it, pulling the ‘I was doing what was best for the family’ crap. And I can’t even fucking ask my mom about it because she’s-“

Your crying restarts in earnest then. You hide your face in your hands. Larissa holds you tighter, whispering soothing gentle words into your hair. She doesn’t ask any questions, simply holds you as you cry and reassures you that everything will be alright. It’s nice that you can just be with her, that she doesn’t expect anything from you. When you’ve calmed enough to speak again you continue.

“I can’t ask her about it because she’s dead. And she’s been dead for years and it still. I mean I went to therapy for it at the time. And I-it helped. But I-I keep wondering if- if she knew? If she- I mean she probably helped keep it a secret from me but…did she feel the way my dad does? Did she hate who I am too? Would she think I’m a monster?”

You sink further into Larissa’s embrace, grasping her hands with with of yours as you breathe shakily. She shuffles a bit, squeezing you again before she speaks.

“Your father is an idiot and a bastard for the way he treated you,” she whispers, “and I never knew your mother, so I won’t claim to know how she would feel. However, I do know you. And you are one of the kindest, most accepting, most lovely people I’ve ever met in my life. You’re always looking out for others, you’re always trying to help people. There’s nothing even remotely monstrous about you, my love.”

“You thought I was a monster though…” you mumble, bracing yourself for anger.

“I did,” she sighs shakily, resting her chin on your head, “and I-I can’t apologize enough for that. I need you to know that what I said, had nothing to do with who you are. I was-I took out my anger and fear on you. You’re not-there is absolutely nothing monstrous about you darling. And I will spend every moment of every day for the rest of my life trying to show you that.”

Your breath hitches at the sincerity in her voice. You awkwardly manoeuvre yourself to sit sideways between her legs, your foot preventing you from turning around completely. You stare up at her from where your head is resting against her arm, pouting and probably looking like a mess. But Larissa just smiles down at you, her face filled with so much love and adoration you feel the weight on your chest ease a little.

“I’m sorry-“ you start only to be interrupted when Larissa presses a finger to your lips.

“None of that now,” she chides, “you don’t need to apologize for feeling things. I’m so- I cannot express how much it means to me that you shared that with me. I know that one conversation isn’t going to solve your problems, but I promise I’ll be here for you whenever you need me. You know you can call me whenever you need alright?”

“But what if you’re busy I don’t want to bother you…”

“Nothing is more important than you darling.”

She says it with so much authority and sincerity that you genuinely forget how to breathe for a moment. She brushes a few more tears from your cheeks before kissing your forehead. It’s a bit awkward with the way you’re positioned. She chuckles at the noise of protest you let out when she adjusts the way she’s sitting.

“How about we go back to my quarters, get changed into more comfortable clothes and order some takeout? How does that sound darling?” She suggests.

“I-you don’t have to go through so much trouble for me Rissa.”

“I know I don’t. How about you let me anyway?” She grins.

Honestly, you don’t know what to say to that, and her cute grin makes your brain malfunction. So you nod up at her, your face flushing as she escorts you to her room.

And as you sit cuddled up to her later that evening, with her tracing abstract shapes on your arms, you truly feel like everything will be okay.

#htwahp #principal weems #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #wednesday #larissa x reader #principal weems x reader

[seijorhi]

hey rhi 👋

I’ve been watching a lot of zombie shows lately (ex: the walking dead, last of us, all of us are dead, world war z, zombieland etc. etc)

And while watching all those shows, they always managed to remind me about your zombie fic ‘finders keepers’ which would then lead me to wonder and boil with questions. So if you don’t mind and if it doesn’t trouble you too much, I would like to ask a couple of things ….

1. How did the apocalypse start?

2. When it did start, were they at school and just so happen to group up? Or did they join forces in a different manner?

3. While oikawa and the reader were taking shelter, where were the others?

4. When the reader went out to search for supplies for oikawa, we know the twins were following her, but what were they doing out in the first place?

5. (I might be a lil slow for this, but) Which of the twins killed the zombie, Atsumu or Osamu?

6. Why does inarizaki take in ‘strays’ and what do they do to them? And what do they do once the strays in question want to leave their group?

7. For how long did the twins have eyes for the reader?

8. How far along are they into the apocalypse?

9. How come no one seems concerned with reuniting with family or loved ones?

10. What’s the initial reaction from the inarizaki group when they see that the twins brought the reader to their base?

Well I think that’s all my questions… hopefully. But I know for damn sure that if an apocalypse were to actually happen that I’d be like the reader utterly useless and helpless (but unlike her I won’t have any strong and beautiful men to help or protect me 😔)

I would also probably opt out 😭 (people in zombie shows always have so much will to live and for what?!?!?).

Anyways, I always enjoy seeing your blog and reading yours answers to questions asked by us. I love how I’ll be doing anything in my day, and something (no matter how small it is) will remind me of one of your many glorious fics.

I hope you have a wonderful week and thank you for reading. (Stay hydrated and blessed babe 😏.)

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okay bear with me

i like to go with pharmaceutical fuck up/virus/pandemic thing à la 28 days later or the walking dead

nah, they were friends before it hit, but even pre-apocalypse it wasn't intended to be a volleyball specific thing

well technically it depends. prior to oikawa being bitten they were on a supply run. in the aftermath, they would've gone back to the school, found it overrun and depending on your own personal choice, either found themselves at the wrong end of a zombie's teeth, or they're trying to track oikawa and the reader down after escaping themselves

following :))

whichever one you think. truly i wrote it and left it ambiguous because 1) the reader couldn't see shit and couldn't determine it herself and 2) it could honestly have been either of them and i found it funnier that way. go with whatever your heart tells you

i like to think that inarizaki actually have more of a 'community'. small, but not just a bunch of guys. considering that there's food, medicine, a fuck-ton of guns and men willing to use them, they're usually pretty happy to stay. loyal enough to look the other way when it becomes clear the reader isn't going to be able to just waltz out the front gate like she thinks

inarizaki (or the core members) were aware that a few people were holing up in the school, weren't too concerned about it. more of a 'keep an eye on it and see if it becomes a problem' kind of sitch. they didn't know that group included a woman, not with how anal the others were about keeping the reader safe and tucked away from prying eyes. it was pure luck that the twins caught sight of her during a patrol, a little while before iwa and the other two left and zombies found their way inside. funny that.

somewhere between 6-12 months. long enough for the world to go to shit and for people to become adjusted to that. sort of

mostly because they either saw their family and loved ones die or they believe the chances they're still alive are slim enough not to pin hopes and dreams on. also in the reader's case because even if she had plans of meeting up/looking for someone, they'd put that shit to bed real quick

honestly i think kita would want to disapprove, but how can he? yes the twins were reckless and yes they should have discussed this together beforehand so they could have planned this, but he can't and won't argue with the end result. the reader wasn't safe where she was, now she is. she'll have access to things she was woefully lacking previously, the twins are satisfied, it's the best solution all round. thanks in no small part to how seijoh 4 treated her, there's no chance she'd survive out there on her own. such a sweet, vulnerable, helpless little thing, how could the rest of them not just want to eat her right up? they are ofc unsurprised by the twins pulling some bullshit, but hey, no one (they care about) died right? win-win.

#i'm sorry i sat on this ask for ages #i just needed to psych myself up for it #and also to go re-read the fic #and then type coherent words #rhi answers #fic asks #finders keepers #🌬️🌫️ anon

[non-stop-imagines]

whenever you’re ready don’t be shy to drop a lil teaser and a release estimate for that Charles fic 🙈

Hehehe, I thought you'd never ask... 😈

(I literally have not read through it yet so this little blurb is horribly unedited;It's also from kind of the middle and broken up into pieces but just enough for you to be able to pick up what I'm putting down 😚)

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You decide, for the practice session at least, that you were going to sit up in as private of an area of the Paddock Club you could find. You didn't have the energy to hear anymore "You look different but still cute!" compliment. You knew they all meant well, that in a normal situation you would've loved this type of attention, but when your mind has been flipping through painful past memories where people doubt anything you did and told you that you wouldn't get anywhere dressing the way you did, the last thing you wanted to here was anyone else saying that you're "still cute". Yes, you were fully aware that you got to this point, viral video, and thriving YouTube channel and the hottest, most supportive boyfriend on the planet by being "cute", which was essentially just you being truly and unapologetically you, but what if that cup was running out? What if people initially got pulled in because of that, but expected you to change eventually? What if that was what Charles was thinking?

You had already found an empty table in an unfounded corner of the large open room, a large white wall with a TV screen on it, partitioning you from the rest of the room, giving you the moment of soliace you needed. You even briefly closed you eyes to take a deep breath and ground yourself, and it was working until you heard heels clicking toward you. The quiet attempt at retreating is what finally made you open your eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I saw you and was about to come say hi, but then I saw you trying to...meditate or something..." It was Lily.

"You can sit, you know..." You giggle at the fact that she was still standing, but your small smile falls a bit when you see her eyes moving around your appearance.

"Oh, yeah. I like the look, by the way. It's-" You interrupt her words by with a quick "stop" hand gesture.

"If you say cute, I am going to rip every piece of hair that I have in this claw clip out." The look you gave Lily made her hesitantly finish sitting, and rethink her compliment.

......

"All I have seen were rave reviews about your outfits and how in love Charles is with you." Her hand is finally removed from your person after her comment, reaching in her clutch that was placed on the table and pulling out her phone.

"Yeah. I guess those are the majority, but there have been other ones...meaner ones..." You trail off into your own thoughts while more cars roared by, continuing when you have the prolonged feeling of Lily's eyes on you, waiting to see where you were going with it. "Lily, how often does Alex say you look sexy in something?"

"I-uh-woah. You caught me off guard there, um..." She stopped to seriously consider your question. "I guess kinda often. Especially when he can tell I'm excited about an outfit or it's, like, a special occasion. Why?"

"Charles has only ever said I was "cute". Or "pretty". Or "beautiful". Never sexy. Not even if I try to lead him into saying it." You turn around for a moment to check where Charles stood on the Practice session leaderboard and how much time was left. "I honestly have no idea if Charles thinks I'm sexy."

"Oh, honey. I'm sure he does." Her fingernails went to caressing up and down your back as she turned all of her focus towards you while Alex goes 3rd fastest.

.......

"Lily, you genius!" You exclaimed, catching her off guard again, this time by throwing your arms around her neck and giving her a couple of light, glossy pecks to the cheek.

"Anything to help." You were already typing away at your phone, nearly vibrating with excitement, imagining Charles reaction. Another round of car roaring traveled by, but the speed of those machines had nothing on that of your scrolling thumbs.

#anon #black reader #i hate that i go mia when im writing something #i really try not to 🙃 #f1 imagines #formula 1 x black!reader #formula 1 #f1 x black!reader #request #sneek peak #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x black!reader #charles leclerc

[fairyyeo]

untitled halloween fic

pairing — hongjoong x fem!reader, wooyoung x fem!reader

genre — fantasy horror idk

tw — horror themes, brief blood/violence

wc — 5k

a/n — heyyyy lol… i havent posted anything for a lifetime so heres a snippet of a draft i’ve had for like two years. the more i read it the more i hate it but i wanted to post something a lil creepy for halloween and remind everyone im still alive!!! if anyone likes this i might finish it and post the full thing but idk happy halloween bffies <3

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unbearable pain seared through your body and you held your jaw tightly shut, trying not to yell as you jolted upright. you were sat in a dimly lit room with peculiar rounded walls and a mossy grass floor.

"there's someone else!" a voice called from across the room, though you couldn't see to whom the voice belonged as the room was too dark.

the sound of footsteps grew closer, thudding against the floor as they ran towards you. a boy dropped onto his knees by your side, eyes rapidly scanning your body and face.

"the pain goes away soon, i promise." he said, locking eyes with yours, reaffirming his words.

"where are we?" you managed to say with much struggle. you winced, feeling like a thousand hot needles were being threaded through your veins.

a different voice spoke up, "we don't know either... sorry." he said, voice ever so gentle as trying to keep you as calm as possible.

"then..." you began, "who are you?" your hands balled up into fists as you continued to endure the harrowing pain.

"i'm hongjoong," the first boy said, "and this is seonghwa." he motioned to the other boy.

"there's a few others here too, i think their names were mingi and yunho. oh, and a guy called jongho." seonghwa said, pointing over to where you faintly see someone sitting against the wall by himself.

a loud groan of pain echoed throughout the room and hongjoong's head darted around to see where it was coming from. he looked back at you, "remember, the pain ends soon. i've gotta go help whoever just got here." he signalled for seonghwa to come with him, leaving you alone in a nearly pitch black room.

your eyes scanned the room for any kind of door or window, some sort of escape. but to your disappointment, there was nothing. you were able to spot two boys sitting not too far away on the other side of the room. so you mustered up all your strength despite the pain, and began to drag your body across the grassy flooring.

as you got closer, suddenly the pain subsided and your body went limp. you rolled onto your back and drew in slow deep breaths, trying to stabilise your body. as you stared at the ceiling you couldn't help but begin to panic a little. you had no idea where you were, who these people are, what that insufferable pain was or why you were here. quickly, you shook those thoughts from your mind, you were here now and you just had to focus on getting out.

you found the strength in you to stand up slowly and walk over to the boys, sitting down in front of them.

"stuck here too?" one of the boys asked.

you shrugged, "i guess so. what are your names?"

the second boy held his hand out to you, "i'm mingi."

you shook his hand and turned to the other boy. "and i'm yunho." he said, also shaking your hand.

"how long have you guys been here?" you asked, pulling at the grass on the floor.

they looked at each other, as if trying to remember. "about two hours, i'd say. which is way too long in this creepy ass place." mingi said. yunho nodded in agreement.

"those two were here first." yunho motioned towards hongjoong and seonghwa. "they helped us through the initial pain."

"yeah, that hurt like a bitch." mingi pouted, rubbing his arm.

you hummed in thought, "how do people get in here without us seeing anyone put them there?"

"we don't know, they seem to just appear." yunho said, seemingly as confused as you were.

as if on cue, another cry of pain filled the room and you whipped your head to the right to see someone curled up in agony. you hurried over and sat next to him.

"why does it hurt so bad?" he sobbed.

"it's okay, it'll stop soon." you frowned, knowing how painful it was. "here." you extended your hand out to him.

another sobbed escape his mouth, "thank you."

the boy seemed to about your age. "it's gonna be okay. i'm here." you squeezed his hand tightly, trying to reassure him.

more yells could be heard within the room and your heart ached, wanting to help others but promising to stay with the boy until the pain passed. "what's your name?" you asked, trying to distract him.

"wooyoung." he mustered the strength to say.

"pretty name for a pretty boy." you smiled, letting out a chuckle.

he managed a chuckle, "are you trying to flirt with me right now?"

"just trying to distract you a bit." you giggled, squeezing his hand once more.

"i already like you." he commented before hunching over in pain.

you sat with wooyoung until his body relaxed. by that time the other cries and shouts had also fallen silent. you peered around the dark room to the best of your ability. two more boys were sprawled across the floor, heaving deep breaths.

"thanks for staying with me." wooyoung said, sitting upright and stretching his limbs.

"it's okay, everyone went through the exact same pain. i just wanted to help." you pouted, helping him stand up. "lets join the others." you ushered him towards hongjoong and seonghwa.

hongjoong flashed you a warm smile as you approached, "feeling better?"

"i am now, thank you."

"i'm glad." he said sincerely.

slowly everyone began to gather around in a group, introducing themselves and greeting each other. in total, there was nine of you. hongjoong and seonghwa who had arrived first, then mingi and yunho, followed by jongho. then you arrived before yeosang and wooyoung. san was the last one to appear. none of you knew each other, yet, here you were, stuck together.

"how did we get here?" san asked, running a hand through his hair.

"i don't know... i just remember falling asleep in my bed and then waking up in that excruciating pain." jongho explained.

"yeah, me too." wooyoung nodded in agreement.

yunho shook his head, evidently confused. "why are we here?"

"we don't know the answer to that either." seonghwa sighed.

"so we're trapped in this fucking big, dark, grassy room with no way out?" mingi asked, shifting around uneasily.

"seems like it." you frowned, starting to feel frightened.

"you want to escape? that doesn't seem right." a shrill voice resounded throughout the room.

"did you hear that?" yeosang spoke quietly, darting his head around to see where the voice came from.

"we heard it." hongjoong whispered.

"don't seem so afraid. i'm your genie, here to grant wishes." the voice hissed again.

what appeared before you was nothing like the genies you'd seen or heard of in films and stories. in fact, it terrified you so much you felt as though you would burst into tears. you bit your lip, trying not to seem weak in front of the others.

its dark slender body was unimaginably mangled, with boney limbs protruding from its somewhat humanoid torso. its mouth was abnormally large, flashing a menacing grin with its dislodged jaw and sharpened teeth. it stood almost three metres high, you guessed, blending in with the dim room.

"i'm not the genie you imagined, am i sweetheart?" the monster's black eyes locked with yours. you felt wooyoung's hand wrap around yours and instantly you felt less alone.

"each of you are here because you wished for something." it slowly pointed its lengthy finger at each of you. "fools. have you never heard the phrase?" he tssked, shaking his head. "be careful what you wish for." he growled. "now, everyone wants their wish granted, yes?"

no one replied.

"in order for me to grant your wish, i have arranged some challenges for you to complete. simply succeed, and your wish will be granted." he drawled over his words and it made your skin crawl.

"seems easy enough." mingi shrugged.

"oh?" the monster croaked. "your first challenge will begin momentarily. the goal is simple, find each other."

a click of the monster's scrawny fingers found you alone once more. you reached for wooyoung's hand but it wasn't there.

you were surrounded by a dense forest of freakishly large trees and thick fog. you took a deep breath, now was not the time to panic. there was no time to waste.

"hello?" you called on instinct. its like your words were swallowed by the fog, no echo repeated your shouts. it was deafeningly silent, even more still. there was no sight of movement and the fog began to settle around you uncomfortably.

without thinking a moment longer, you broke into a sprint, desperate to find anyone. the soft ground thumped beneath your steps, it was covered in an overgrown moss and fallen sticks that crunched as you ran.

you felt dizzy after running for minutes without stopping, but refused to rest until you found one of the boys. the challenge seemed easy enough, but in this infinite forest it felt like you'd never find them. you tripped on a root but it didn't stop your movement, you continued to run.

from your peripheral vision, you could've sworn you saw something move, however, you chose to ignore it, not wanting to scare yourself. you hoped the others were okay and had already begun to find each other.

something suddenly wrapped around your ankle and tugged you down hard, causing you to fall. "shit." you muttered trying to untangle the root, but it kept spiralling higher around your leg and grasping tighter. "what the hell?"

panic set in as both of your legs became knotted with the moving roots. you kicked and pulled but nothing was working and the roots became painfully tight, starting to cut into your thighs. you let out a cry of pain which still didn't seem to echo as you felt blood trickling down your legs.

"yeosang! she's here!" hongjoong's familiar voice shouted and you could almost see him through the shadowy fog. he ran towards you and instantly dropped to his knees, "oh, fuck." he mumbled, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

hongjoong ripped at the roots, urgently trying to tear them from you. "look at you, saving the day again." you laughed dryly.

he glared up at you, though, you knew there was no anger behind his caring eyes, "now is not the time to joke."

yeosang emerged from the fog and quickly knelt by hongjoong's side, joining in pulling the roots from your leg. "how did this happen?" he said in shock.

"its like they're alive." you said, almost not believing your own words. you winced, feeling the cool air seep into the cuts on your leg. "i'm so glad you guys are here."

"i'm glad we're here too, who knows what would've happened if..." hongjoong trailed off, refusing to finish his sentence.

"this challenge sucks." yeosang frowned, helping you stand up. "those cuts look painful, will you be okay?" he asked.

"yeah, i'm fine. lets just find the others and complete the challenge." you offered a smile and tried to brush it off, not wanting to cause worry.

the three of you wandered through the forest, thankfully the fog began to thin out and it became easier to see. you limped behind the two of them, eyes carefully scanning the ground for any more monstrous roots.

it became tiring, feeling like you'd been walking for hours. it seemed to be getting darker, though you couldn't see the sky through the heavy foliage.

a twig snapped from behind you and your head turned at the sudden startling noise. but nothing was there. "guys, did you hear that?" you asked.

a smiling wooyoung dropped from the tree above followed by san and scared half the life from you, "hear what?"

"holy shit, wooyoung! you scared me." you placed a hand over your heart, trying to calm down. hongjoong had put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"that was kinda the point." he sheepishly rubbed his neck before his eyes widened upon seeing your legs. "what the hell happened to you?" he leaped forward to look more closely at your wounds.

"what did this to you?" san asked, his voice laced with concern.

"no, the tree roots, they, uh—" you stammered over your words, unsure of how to explain it.

"the roots were moving like they were alive." yeosang finished your sentence.

wooyoung and san glanced at each other before san nodded, "we've been seeing weird things too."

"this place is strange, i don't like it." hongjoong said, peering over his shoulder.

"lets find the others and get out as quickly as possible." you frowned.

the small group continued to navigate the forest, already discouraged and feeling like the first challenge was impossible to complete. your legs were numb to a burning sensation, similar to the one you felt when you first awoke, but you dared not complain.

the air was getting icier as the forest grew darker. you worried that soon you wouldn't be able to see at all, it was becoming difficult to even see the four boys in front of you.

"wooyoung?" you whispered.

he turned to face you, "yeah?"

"would it be okay if i held your hand again?" you spoke quietly.

he held his hand out for you. "i guess this is repaying the favour." he smiled warmly.

it was comforting having someone close to your side, even if you'd only known him for a short period of time. you seemed to trust him and he radiated a sense of comfort. he was one of those people who easily made friends and instantly became open with everyone he meets.

"i didn't like the way he said sweetheart to you." wooyoung's brows knitted together in uncertainty.

"it did feel uncomfortable." you looked down at your legs, "but i'd rather that than having my legs cut up."

"i hope we find the others soon so this challenge can end." he squeezed your hand reassuringly.

the two of you bumped straight into san's back. "what's stopping us?" wooyoung asked.

"hongjoong heard something." san replied.

it was still deathly quiet, voices barely projected once leaving your lips.

"its the others!" hongjoong cheered.

the nine of you happily reunited after hours upon hours of searching for each other.

"we did it! we completed the first challenge." yunho smiled.

"that you did. congratulations." the monster's screechy voice pierced your ears. "now, you'll need somewhere to stay for the remainder of the time you spend here."

as he spoke, walls began to build themselves up around you, a house forming into something that vaguely represented the shape of a gargantuan mushroom.

"rest well." it said, but not an ounce of sincerity was heard in its shrill voice. "another challenge awaits you tomorrow." it disappeared before your eyes, leaving the nine of you alone.

"it left us with a surprisingly nice house." you thought aloud. "well i suppose its not exactly a house… more so a giant mushroom…"

"yeah, check it out! there's enough beds for all of us!" wooyoung said excitedly. "and a bathroom!"

you looked around, pleased to find a fully equipped kitchen, nine beds and even a bathroom. it vaguely reminded you of the type of dormitories you’d been in during school camps. at the end of each bed there was a neatly folded pile of clothes for all of you. it seemed almost too good to be true, however, you couldn't help but feel comforted in this place after the exhausting day you'd had.

"thankfully so, i could use a shower." san said while stretching his arms.

"you know, that challenge wasn't too ba—holy shit what happened to your legs?" mingi exclaimed.

your eyes widened, "oh. the tree roots um, grabbed me."

"they what?" jongho asked, clearly shocked to hear such an absurd statement.

"i know it sounds bizarre but this place isn't right. i mean, you've seen the monster and the forest, its all scary but its real." you frowned, thinking about how strange this place was. feeling scared, you'd seen monsters in films and books but never thought they'd be real, standing before you.

hongjoong nodded, "she's right. me and yeosang saw the roots too, this place is unreal."

"the roots did move, like they were alive or something." yeosang shuddered upon remembering.

"why don't you go take a shower so someone can patch you up, okay? those wounds need treating." seonghwa suggested.

"alright, i'll be back." you somehow smiled.

yunho placed a hand on your shoulder before you could walk away, "by the way, you never introduced yourself. what's your name?"

"its y/n."

"pretty name for a pretty girl." wooyoung said, winking playfully at you.

mingi punched him jokingly, "dude, are you fuckin' flirting right now?"

"she started it!" wooyoung retaliated, recalling what you'd said to him earlier in the day.

you laughed, "i did, but i just wanted to help." you tried to justify.

wooyoung poked his tongue out at you light heartedly before you headed for the bathroom, taking a fresh pair of clothes from a bed as you went.

showering was always something you'd taken for granted, but you'd never do it again. you relaxed at the feeling of water running down your skin, washing away the efforts of today.

mind drifting, you began to wonder how long you'd be here for. how many more challenges there would be. if they'd be more difficult than the first. what other unbelievable things you'd see. it worried you, but it was comforting knowing that you'd already formed a friendship with the eight boys.

you brushed those thoughts away, not letting your mind control you and hopped out the shower before patting yourself dry with a towel. in the mirror you caught a glimpse of the markings on your back and swiftly turned away. you wouldn’t dwell on that. not here, not now. you quickly changed into the clean clothes and opened the bathroom door, peering around to see the boys happily settled into the house already. in a sense, it warmed your heart and you felt somewhat like you'd known them for years.

yeosang, jongho, wooyoung and san were busy in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled delicious and almost caused your stomach to grumble. though, you were pretty sure yeosang and jongho were just there to bother the other two. yunho, mingi and seonghwa were sitting in front of the fire place, poking and prodding at it every few minutes, joking around with each other. you wondered how everything could seem so normal, when the world outside you was far from it.

hongjoong was sat at the far side of the room with medical supplies laid out around him. he smiled as your eyes locked and he motioned for you to come over.

"someone else can use the shower." you said crossing the room to hongjoong.

"me!" san cheered, making a beeline for the bathroom. wooyoung rolled his eyes, not actually mad but still needing someone to help him finish cooking so he nudged yeosang and asked for his assistance.

"do those cuts still hurt?" he asked quietly.

you shook your head, "only a little."

"is it okay if i touch your legs?" he questioned, gently tugging at your pants. "they need to be treated properly." he frowned.

"of course." you complied, rolling up the bottom of your pants to above your knees, exposing the small wounds over your legs.

"shit," he breathed out upon seeing the damage, "i'm sorry this happened."

"its okay, i guess it had to be someone." you chuckled.

he huffed lightly, picking up a bottle of anti-septic treatment and applying it to a cotton swab, "whats with you and cracking jokes at the worst times?"

"just trying to lighten the mood." you replied with a quick shrug.

"seems to work." a small smile pulled at his lips, before his brows furrowed in discontent. "i'm sorry, this is going to sting a little."

you drew in a sharp breath as what smelt like anti septic came into contact with your legs.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry." he kept repeating.

you let out a shaky breath, "hongjoong, its alright." you tried to assure him.

it wasn't until a few minutes later that he finished tending to your legs. they hurt a lot, but you wouldn't admit that aloud.

"all done!" he said, a warm smile playing at his lips.

"thank you," you looked down at your legs, thinking about how some of the cuts might scar, "now, go shower before dinner is ready." you pat his back, motioning him towards the bathroom.

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soon, the nine of you were enjoying a hot meal cooked by san and wooyoung. it was delicious, and to be honest, you'd never felt more grateful for food.

conversation never ceased at the dinner table, you listened keenly as everyone exchanged life stories and got to know each other a little more. but a more grim mood settled over you as jongho spoke up.

"so," jongho began, you could tell his was hesitant to proceed as his eyes flitted around the table, "the genie said everyone is here because we all wished for something." he made sure to air quote the word genie. "what did you all wish for?"

there was a pause, everyone searching their minds for what to say. it was a heavy question and no one was eager to answer first.

"i'm not sure about you guys," yunho began, "but the last thing i remember wishing was for time to stop." he looked down at his dinner. "i guess i've been overwhelmed with life lately. dance classes, vocal lessons, school, part time job. you know when everything seems too much and just wish that time would stop so you could manage it all?"

you nodded, understanding the feeling.

"i remember laying in bed and wanting the world to stop spinning for even just a moment." he poked at the food on his plate. "and look where that got me."

everyone laughed a bit.

"when we get out of here, i'd be more than happy to help you out with whatever is overwhelming you." you told yunho. and you were dead serious.

"me too." san added.

seonghwa nodded, "and me."

it went around the table until mingi and everyone's gaze lingered on him, "ah shit, i'll look bad if i don't say it too, right?"

he made everyone giggle.

"thanks you guys. i really appreciate that." yunho was smiling shyly. "right, anyways, that was me. someone else has to share now or i'll be embarrassed."

hongjoong cleared his throat, "mine wish was similar to yours in a way." he looked at yunho, "it was loud in the house. my family were in the living room watching a baseball match. yelling and shouting at the television, laughing at each other, singing the team's song, you know how sports fans can get." hongjoong's shoulders slumped. "i was working on music at the time but i couldn't concentrate with all the noise carrying into my bedroom. i was so frustrated since this happens often. the last thing i remember is putting on my headphones, wishing for some quiet and eventually falling asleep." he let out a big breath, "then i woke up here, like yunho did."

"you make music?" you asked.

"i'm into producing." he replied, a smile creeping onto his face. he must be really passionate.

"you should let us hear some of your shit when we escape." mingi suggested.

"hey, i see what you two are doing. lets not change the topic." hongjoong narrowed his eyes jokingly and glared at you and mingi.

you looked at mingi and the two of you chuckled.

"fuck, i thought that would work." mingi ran a hand through his hair in distress.

"fess up, man." san said, a teasing grin on his face.

"shit, okay." mingi breathed out. "the last thing i wished for... i don't know." mingi was lying and planned to drag it out for as long as possible. as much as he was warming up to everyone, he didn't exactly feel like sharing his private thoughts and troubles with people he barely knew yet.

you didn't blame him. you were also kind of hoping the conversation wouldn't get around to you right now. you clearly remembered the last thing you wished for, and you were in no rush to discuss it with anyone here at the table in this moment.

everyone looked at him expectantly.

you were about to speak, try to change the topic off of mingi, but seonghwa spoke before you.

"i remember mine," he said, "you can think while i share, if that's alright with you?" seonghwa looked at mingi, sensing that he wasn't keen to talk.

mingi sent him a thankful look and nodded.

"the last thing i can remember wishing to be perfect." he said steadily, like he'd been working up the courage to say it for a while. "i'm a dancer, so it's frustrating when i mess a move up or i can't quite understand it. even worse when everyone else except me seems to get it."

"i take dance classes every now and then, i can imagine the pressure of doing it professionally." yunho replied understandingly.

"for what it's worth, you should try not to compare yourself to others. it seems like you're already hard enough on yourself, you don't need that extra stress." you added, placing the last bit of food on your plate into your mouth.

seonghwa smiled at your comment, he seemed to really be absorbing what you said. "thanks, i'll remember that for when i get home."

there was a beat of silence, a unanimous thought that it was more like an 'if' they get home.

everyone finished up the last of their meal, quietly chatting as the fireplace gradually dimmed.

"dinner was delicious, thanks guys." you said to san and wooyoung.

yeosang cleared his throat, implying that he also helped to cook.

wooyoung playfully his yeosang's arm. "all you did was stand there and ask us when it would be ready."

yeosang couldn't hide his smile as he was exposed.

"what about me?" jongho folded his arms over his chest.

"please, you cracked two eggs." san rolled his eyes jokingly.

"that's two more eggs than yeosang!" he retorted, glaring competitively in yeosang's direction.

"tomorrow i'm going to crack three eggs." yeosang shrugged casually.

"alright you guys, let's stop it right there before this turns physical." hongjoong stretched in his seat.

"what kind of physical?" yunho wiggled his eyebrows.

"i meant like a tussle or something," hongjoong laughed, "i'm not sure what you're on about."

you picked up your plate and seonghwa's and mingi's, who had been sitting either side of you, before carrying them to the sink. you collected everyone else's dishes as the continued talking, while the sink began to fill with hot water.

you were ready to start washing them when hongjoong crept up behind you.

"what do you think you're doing?" he quipped.

"uh," you blinked at him, a dish in one hand and a soapy cloth in the other, "cleaning the dishes?"

"absolutely not." seonghwa said, now standing beside you.

"sit back down." hongjoong tried to take the cloth from you. "we'll do them."

"what? no, i don't mind doing it, really. it's the least i can do since san and wooyoung cooked." you attempted to convince them, but they weren't having it.

they glanced at each other. you were clearly weren't going to stop so they had to do the next best thing.

"at least let us help." seonghwa reasoned, picking up a tea towel to dry the dishes with.

you huffed, "fine. if you must."

you'd admit it, cleaning the dishes took less than half the time you had anticipated it would with the boy's help. in that time, the rest of the group showered and were preparing themselves for bed.

honestly, none of you had any clue what the time was, you just knew you were ready to sleep.

if you were lucky you'd wake up in the morning to find that this was all some horrible nightmare, but you had an unfortunate feeling that wouldn't be the case.

you thanked seonghwa and hongjoong for helping out and immediately after climbed into the nearest empty bed.

the giant mushroom cap that sheltered you had only one big room, save for the bathroom at the far wall. the beds lined the wall, almost like a dormitory room. it was different from what you were used to—which was the comfort of your own bedroom—but it didn't bother you too much. truthfully? you were glad to be with the boys. if you had been alone through this you would be utterly terrified to sleep through the night.

but somehow, sleep overtook your body within minutes.

————

you bolted upright from a terrible nightmare gasping for air.

it wasn't real, you had to continuously remind yourself.

and of course, it was your one wish. the one thing you'd rather not talk about if you could avoid it. your biggest weakness.

you quietly swung your legs off the edge of the bed and padded over to the sink to fill a glass of cold water. you also splashed a little on your face for a little clarity. a reality check.

you'd hoped this would be some awful dream within a dream, yet, when the icy water hit your face, you still found yourself standing over a dingy kitchen sink.

someone else had woken up while you were getting a drink.

"can't sleep?" wooyoung whispered.

"i fell asleep just fine, a nightmare woke me up." you whispered back.

he'd picked the bed next to yours, you noticed.

"wanna talk about it?"

you shook your head, though it was too dark for wooyoung to have seen, "actually, i'd rather not. sorry."

you weren't ready. yet.

"it's okay." he replied, "sometimes it's hard to discuss those kinds of things."

"thanks for offering though." you smiled softly, but once again it was too dark for him to really see.

you crawled back into bed and pulled the covers close to your body, drifting back to sleep a lot slower than before.

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#ateez #ateez wooyoung #ateez yeosang #wooyoung x reader #hongjoong x reader #ateez ff #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez fic #ateez timestamps #kim hongjoong x reader #hongjoong scenarios #jung wooyoung x reader #wooyoung scenarios

[bahja-blix]

Oliver the Deaf/Mute imp kid controversy

During my break from most platforms due to family issues and me not wanting to indulge myself on most platforms for peace and quiet I pondered something during that time. I wanted to do something fun Regarding lil Oliver who Finally has a name after all the backlash Viv got for NOT naming her Deaf or possibly Mute character...

I wanted to try to crack exactly what Fizz and Oliver said and how accurate it is which will require me to also learn more along the way and it's thanks to the fact that I actually have an official Sign language Dictionary that has real pictures that teaches a reader how to Sign when speaking with your hands, what to Sign, and much more. The book itself was given to me as a gift from a licensed Sign Language and Deaf speaking and assisting teacher who was awesome to talk to. She specializes with Special Needs and other forms of Disabilities in her class such as Autism, ADHD, (Both in which I have but were diagnosed many years apart) or other Disabilities on the spectrum or differing conditions. And I've kept it since then.

This is Oliver, Olive or Ollie for short. Say Hi :D

He uses Sign Language to speak and is possibly both Deaf and Mute however I'm going off research regarding his condition/disability.

Here is the book from front to back ^^

As I read and look around at the endless adventure of learning a new Language and cracking what the show Signed it will also further my development of more accurately developing my own characters that are either Mute, Deaf, Or both. Some of them are main characters and either speak fluent Sign Language along with another Language taught via writing which is hard work but can be achieved over time. Some don't speak another language. Some of them are secondary, supporting etc. there's Always a role for them. Kuma is one of them, She's a main character of a series I'm working on. I'll show her later once she's finished in design. She is Both Deaf and Mute and uses a hearing aid to help hear from her Left Ear. She mainly speaks fluent Sign Language via hands or writes what she says. She's fluent in Japanese writing all in which took her years to learn by special teachers. She's treated as a person from thick and thin. Unlike how Viv treats her characters. Kuma originally comes from Tokyo Japan but moved internationally to California for college.

If you have any questions regarding my journey please don't hesitate to ask ❤️🙏

EDIT: I absolutely despise how Vivziepop writes her characters when it comes to "Trying" to represent something. That's why I was inspired to write this! That's why wanted to step in and be entirely goal oriented when representing stuff you can't do Viv. Viv sucks at representation in every way shape and form. From writing harmful stereotypes of All kinds, to misrepresenting the LGBT plus community I've been in for almost a decade, SA, SHrsd, Domestic Abuse victims (I hate to dig up a huge part of my past however... I fall into all those three categories too... Bcus my biological dad... Did unspeakable things to me...), to the way she writes her women vs guy characters in a non equalized way, the way she writes about drug abuse or alcoholics, and not give two shits about their development to the way she literally didn't give a shit about Oliver AND misrepresents the Disabled community that I'm ALSO in and left Oliver nameless UNTIL her audience CALLED HER OUT for that like... What the hell went through your head when you sat at the round table of yours with your team you call "Geniuses" like... Deaf Imp Child????? DEAF FUCKING IMP CHILD???? LoooooL! Stop trying Viv it's over! Your own political party doesn't like your ass no more neither wether traditionalized old school Dems like me or Modernized Americanized Dems. Everyone who saw through your bullshit regardless of who they are or where they lean don't want your shit anymore because you failed everyone around you multiple times for YEARS. I've found out So MANY things about you mate. I actually looked up to you... Lots of us did... And you only get worse from here. Your audience ain't the bigot unless they actively boot lick and kiss your ass. Valid criticism wether Harsh or Not is NOT "hate" lmao 🤣 love how thats your favorite go to word. Maybe come up with something original to call your audience you sack of poorly packaged horse shit, mmk! (Pilot Angel Dust reference btw if you get it)

Off topic but Viv really went Too far >:(

#helluva boss #helluvaboss #helluva #anti vivziepop #vivziepop #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop helluva boss #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #Deafpride #Deaf culture #Sign Language #American Sign Language #Deaf #Mute #Mute character #Hard of Hearing #Disabilities #helluva spoilers #helluva boss critique #helluva boss season 2 #helluva boss s2 #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodeus #fizzarolli #helluva boss mammon #vivziepop critical #vivienne medrano #vivzmind #Kuma Lalisa

[bomberqueen17]

a lil mini sew-along

So @sassaffrassa and I and a couple of friends decided to do an informal kinda sewalong just to get ourselves moving on I'm Gonna Sew Stuff One Day I Promise.

Sew Liberated was having a sale, so we decided to try the Matcha Top, which at the time was like eleven bucks. Why not. So we got the PDFs and each went through our various travails of printing them out and whatnot. And I'm just gonna talk about the process here, in case anybody else was thinking about getting into sewing, and kind of a review of the pattern. Day 1: Prepare the pattern, and look up other reviews, and figure out what the heck you're getting yourself into.

So, the Matcha Top. it's one of S-L's older offerings, and it only goes up to a size 24. Which is a 48.5" bust, by the measurement table. But it also says there's twelve inches of ease at the bust in the finished garment. Okay so yeah no, this will fit my 50" bust then, no worries. It goes on to say that the only real important measurement is your shoulder measurement. So I measure my shoulder, from where I'd want one sleevehead to be to the other, around the back of my neck, and I get 16", which puts me in a size 10. Uhhh.....

I read a bunch of reviews, which all agreed this thing fits real boxy so you can size down pretty freely, and then I looked at the pattern pieces. Well, the only thing that really matters is that shoulder fit, and the collar. I draped the collar piece around my neck and decided I did want the biggest size there, so I just. Went ahead and cut a straight size 24, and I figure I will take in excess in my toile. I am making a nice wearable toile though, with nice fabric, it's just not expensive fabric. Because I figure, it's a boxy top in flowy fabric, whatever size it ends up being will probably be fine.

Looking at the pattern pieces I am slightly skeptical of the grading. I'm used to seeing like... contours, but these are just straight-up every single pattern piece is expanded in size the same amount from one size to the next, regardless of things like... a plus-size person's skeleton is not larger than a straight-size person's, so it is bonkers to scale up the shoulder at the same rate as you scale up the squishy areas like the bust. So the pattern direction to just cut the size that fits the shoulders is probably correct. The size 24 shoulder is not actually knowledgeably scaled to fit a human being. Somebody "graded" this with a rolling ruler. Ah well. Reviews suggest the more recent patterns by this company are better, so I won't get too mad. But do keep that in mind, as you look at this.

Well, so I marked on my shoulder detail piece where the size 14 line would be, and expect I will trim it down, and use that to place the sleeve, and there'll just be a lot of excess fabric at the armscye that I'll have to trim off. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Or I'll, idk, put some pleats in under that shoulder detail. It has you attach it pretty early. I might be prepared to unpick this thing a few times.

I fondled my fabric stash, decided on a drapey rayon-cotton(?) mystery challis, and the collar and shoulder details in a contrasting cotton-poly solid. Got that cut out one evening when nobody was around. (It does say in the pattern instructions to use something with good drape. I looked at pattern reviews and yeah anyone who used linen or a stiff quilting cotton got a boxy fit out of it. You really want drape here.)

Then I lost my mind due to the stress of house remodeling, and after I'd ironed interfacing onto the collar and shoulder details, I embroidered on them. Why? IDK but it gave me something to fixate on for a couple of hours while there was demolition happening in my house and I couldn't get to my sewing machine.

[image: two stiff black pieces of fabric with blue swirls embroidered on them, and chalk marks visible where I've futzed with sizing and the embroidery design. yeah they're wildly different sizes but whatever it's handmade charm *jazz hands*]

So anyway.

That's where I'm at, and I'm hoping this afternoon/evening I'll have time to do some sewing.

#personal #sewing #slow stitching

[ya-boi-haru]

(Buckle in, this will be a long one)

So I went back and watched a couple vods, specifically "Old Recepies pt 1" and "Reconnection" even more specifically Quixis interactions with Icarus on those times....

I'm going to give a VERY rough script summary then, tell you my thoughts...

(Not quoted verbatim)

Scripts first:

"Old recipes"

Icarus is sorting and making their Potion lab when Quixis arrives glitching their pond to lava (it changes to obsidian due to the lava/water interacting)

After a bit of adjustment, Icarus makes a deal with Quixis that they'll make them a pond they can talk with without the spread affecting anyone. The two have a very brief chat, interacting as best they can.

Detailed Notes:

When Icarus first sees the pond changing, they talk to Things (chat) and they suggest they're trying to communicate. Icarus says "I guess it could be worth trying to talk with them again" and Quixis changes the pond to Slime.

Icarus expresses their disapproval of "Being gooped" and Things dare them to jump on/ touch it. Icarus hesitantly does so saying "I can, but you'll probably change it to lava when I'm on it-" Quixis promptly does that.

Icarus races to the water to out themselves out, laughing, "Ha ha, yes, you're very funny! Good to know you can hear me at least"

Later on Icarus says how they have mixed feeling about Quixis and how they don't appriciate them triggering a reset and the pond changes to crying obsidian, Icarus responding "No, dont cry about it, I don't want to hear it"

Reconnection:

- By this point Icarus has the Wack Pond for Quixis and they have key words/blocks -

Icarus asks if Quixis is from Fable smp, they very quickly respond no then change to Quartz and Icarus says "So you're in the rave room"

They then say, "So there is other stuff out there" getting another Moss/Yes from Quixis and it's changes back. Icarus adds "but I guess that's what you've been trying to tell me" and Quixis responds Moss/Yes again.

Icarus then asks if Quixis is in danger and they respond Yes. Without any promoting Quixis then says: Brewing stand, Redstone block, Lava

Which Icarus figures it's them saying They're in danger

They then leave not wanting to push the wack more.

Two ways I see this:

1) The first watch

• 'Reconnection' shows Quixis being the silly goofy lil guy I know/headcannon they are and is just chatting with Icarus with a little prank and trying their best to communicate with the new pond feature. (You bet I'm making an interpretation post about that later)

2) Second watch, knowing what we know now:

• Quixis was trying to warn them

Throughout S3 Quixis has used redstone blocks to show/say danger. Quixis used this again at the pond when trying to express that Icarus is also in danger.

What I find interesting is why use the lava as well. And if Lava is another way Quixis is saying "Danger" then that makes "Old Recipes" a whole different interaction.

Quixis made their presence know by using lava (again turned to obsidian due it being coded onto water)

When Icarus said "I guess it's worth a try to talk to them again" Quixis changed it to Slime, which later is their way of saying no.

I believe Quixis (and other Multidimensional beings) know some things of the future (such as Centross' death), so maybe Quixis just used Slime to say no, knowing it was something Icarus wouldn't be too fond of and would use to say "no" later.

After they changed it to Slime they changed it to lava and while Icarus laughed it off as a prank, it could have been a delayed way of saying "No don't, it'll be dangerous"

However another way to see it is the lava representing what the danger is, just like how Brewing Stands represent Icarus.

Brewing Stand (Icarus), Redstone (danger), Lava (what the danger is)

What if Quixis is trying to tell them why they're in danger, though I can't think of what/who Lava would be.

The only thing that comes to mind is Kinaxis, since they're in the Nether Lava, and since Fable wants to go and start war with the primodials, it could be a sign of that?????? Though I'm not sure how much I believe that

Maybe I could be reading too much into it...

What do you guys think?

#i feel normal about them i swear #fable smp #fable smp theory #fable smp headcanon #fablesmpblr #fable smp icarus #quixis fable smp #icarus fable smp #quixis #fable smp lore

[ryuuka-balaen]

I'd dug it up earlier to send to someone as it had been relevant in conversation recently, so may as well post it here too; a lil bit of CatLore(tm) for my main Warhammer Army; the Knights of Noble House Valere.

When I decided that it would be healthy for me to try to partake in physical hobbies more often rather than spending all my free time online and having almost exclusively online friendships, the first thing I went to try was Warhammer. I'd been trying to get into it for nearly a decade and I've always loved my funny little minis and models so it was the most obvious choice to me, especially being that I'd just been given a new 3d printer I could make terrain and models with. However, this came with a small issue; I didn't like the style of the models I already had as much as I used to. Which meant I needed to browse through which factions 40k had to choose from, and find something with an aesthetic I did enjoy.

What I found that i liked was the Imperial Knights and Grey Knights.

First, some official lore as Context;

Imperial Knights are huge mechs owned by influential families called Noble Houses. Before the founding of The Imperium of Man wherein the God-Emperor took the Golden Throne, the Noble Houses were some of the first humans to leave Terra and colonize the galaxy in an event referred to as The Long March. For the purpose of this colonization, they built huge agricultural mechs with chainsaws that could reave forests for lumber, explosives that could level mountains for construction, etc. Of course, these tools were repurposed into weapons of war. The mechs were equipped with armour that can withstand a nuke and autocannons that shoot shells wider than a man is tall. The planets colonized by these Noble Houses are referred to as Feudal Worlds. When the Age of Strife began and humanity lost a significant portion of the knowledge required to create and upkeep their most advanced technologies, contact between distant worlds was also lost. Many Feudal Worlds that were isolated from this regression have yet to be rediscovered by The Imperium.

Grey Knights are the God-Emperor's Special Boys who live on Saturn's moon Titan in a Grand Fortress-Monestary. unlike other chapters of space marines, there are only every 800 Grey Knights at any one time, and every single one of them is a psyker and has mad wizard powers. They also all wear ~Special Boy~ armour that's been sanctified and blessed with Mystical Rituals that makes them harder to kill than your average Space Marine. They exist only to fight invasions of the Daemon forces of Chaos, and will take any measure to do so. The whole thing is very edgy and they try very hard to be cool.

Unfortunately, the rules of warhammer40k don't normally allow one person to use models from two different factions in their army at the same time, and doing so is referred to as a "Soup Army" which is generally very frowned upon by the gaming community. Regardless, I happen to be and continue to be a fool of a kitty that likes my funny little Knights, and what I wanted to do was run an army that's made half and half of the two factions I like.

That begs the question though; Why would these two factions be fighting together? the Grey Knights are Daemon Hunters, and as such only fight against those corrupted by Chaos, and while the Noble Houses of the Feudal Worlds which have been rediscovered by The Imperium do fight alongside The Imperium, they don't do so Often or Consistently. (And, by game rules, while any imperium army is permitted to field either one large or up to three small Imperial Knights models, that isnt enough for me)

While I do like the Imperial Knights official lore, I'm pretty neutral on that of the Grey Knights (as much as I do like to make fun of them, the idea of an order of paladins that'll show up anywhere, anytime to lay the smackdown on some demons is pretty cool). So, my solution to that question was; What if they aren't Grey Knights? Any military that's fielding gigantic irreplaceable Death Mechs is also going to employ footsoldiers, aren't they?

The Knights I paint and play are of the Noble House Valere, one of the many to take part in The Long March and the many to still be isolated following the Age of Strife. The House, however, has not been idle in it's isolation. From the time contact was lost in the 25th millennium House Valere has continued to make technological progress, re-engineering the systems utilized in their great Knights to smaller and more compact forms, to create Exosuits in which even an untrained wearer could rival a Space Marine in combat. While this is surely impressive, the real feat of innovation achieved by Valere's researchers is undoubtedly their progress in harnessing The Warp. Normally only Psykers would be able to utilize the reality-bending power of The Warp, however the continued study and research between the 25th to the 41st millennium has seen these researchers engineer methods for machines to make use of The Warp, and integrating this into the Exosuits of House Valere's Knights allows every one of their footsoldiers to wield the power of a Psyker.

The current Standing Army of House Valere, which is to say the models I currently have (though many are currently unpainted), numbers at six Knight Mechs, one Armoured Troop Transport, and seventeen Exosuit Soldiers.

In Game Terms that's;

one Knight Preceptor, two Armiger Helverins, and two Armiger Warglaives for 1,000points of Imperial Knights,

one Nemesis DreadKnight, one Brother-Captain, one Brotherhood Champion, one Razorback, five Terminators, five Grey Knights, and five Purifiers for 1,000points of Grey Knights,

which all together makes a happy Tournament-Standard sized army roster of 2,000points.

House Valere's age of peace is not to last much longer, as the universe permits none to escape it's wrath and there are a great many who, whether for Tech-Heresy, claims of territory, or simply Hunger, would see The House's citizens dead.

As a footnote; I do want to clarify that when i wrote this i felt like an absolute madwoman and it seemed very Chuuni / "9th-grader's Overpowered Self-Insert OC" but fuck it cringe is dead, I'm having fun, and others have said its neat so im keeping it.

#/⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ #warhammer40k #warhammer OCs? i guess. #or like. non-canon lore? #except the core books explicitly state “the universe is huge anything is possible” #so like. GW does validate anyone's silly lore in a very star wars expanded universe kind of a way. #part of why im posting this now is because i *just* assembled the last 5 models tonight #though they still need bases #poor dudes are comically small compared to the others lmao

[grucylover]

Thoughts on DM3. Don’t hate me. 😂

DM3 was not a bad film, I have seen a lot worse and I even went to see it at the cinema a few times. I’d rate it a 6/7 out of ten.

The problem was with it, it felt outdated with an 80s obsessed villian. Don’t get me wrong, I think Bratt is a great idea and I get the concept of it but just maybe with his own film, not in DM.

Aswell, I felt they took a lot of things away from us that were just getting started.

- Agnes sold Fluffy the unicorn though in DM2 she would have screamed the house down if anything happened to him and he was such a big part of the merch. But no, gone, sold to some lil blonde.

- We didn’t see much of Grus freeze-ray nor his tank of a car. - not a big deal but these lil things make the film what it is.

-There was no Fred. - again like the point above. I would have also have liked to have seen Jillian, I thought she was a great and (annoying) addition to DM2.

-Gru didn’t really bother with the girls or interact with any of them, well a part from Agnes. He didn’t even put them to bed like he used to and just left Lucy to do it all. He didn’t really seem supportive of her with her trying to be a mum I thought. If that was my husband I would have kicked his arse lol!

- Margo got engaged to some weird kid and Gru was nowhere to be seen but in DM2 he was this overprotective dad that would have broke his nose or something lol! I know Lucy had it in hand but…..ya know. I wanted to see the overprotective dad mode.

- We didn’t see much of the house which we seen a lot of in DM1/2 and I thought that was such a shame. Why couldn’t Dru just come to Grus house or something lol

- I disliked how the writers wrote out Dr Nefario (we won’t mention the actors name and no one would of cared if someone else was voicing him) but what a lazy way to just freeze him in carbinite. Gru didn’t really seem that upset over it though the Dr had been like a dad to him. Like ?????

- Dru wasn’t bad, it was kinda nice seeing Gru have some male company as if he was down the pub with a mate but I also found it odd they had all of a sudden put on him the temptation to go back to villainy when in DM2 he had that temptation but he wasn’t interested in the slightest. He just wanted to be a father, get a job, get his girl and that was it. Every scene was perfect, the actors, writers etc put all there heart and soul into it and you couldn’t have put anymore into it really, even if you tried. Gru was really at his peak in DM2. Maybe I’ve got it wrong. Idkkkk.

- I didn’t mind the Minions and personally I never do, I think they just add to the film and I don’t find them annoying. I actually liked the prison scene, I thought that was a pretty good idea tbh.

It even felt like at times the animated characters didn’t want to even be doing the storyline in DM3. 😂

3 obviously made a lot of money because everyone was still hyped around DM2 but came out of the cinema or wherever they first watched it empty handed.

Yes it’s ok chucking in a scene here and there with a treehouse or an Agnes and Gru moment to put in some heart but it was almost forced. The writers said themselves they struggled and just wrote for themselves which I found really sad as there is so much you can do with this franchise I think.

I’m ngl, I am a bit nervous about DM4 as I think this will be its last chance to survive but the trailer looks amazing and I’m already won over by the baby Gru Jr. I wanted them to have a baby in DM3!!!!! Really DM4 should have been 3.

Should have rhey aged the girls up. Yes and no. Maybe a bit? Tbh personally, I don’t really care. It keeps there innocence but I would like to see Gru bonding with them again.

It wasn’t all bad though, I liked Lucy trying to be a mom and the animation has definitely stepped up a notch to the point that Gru is pale AF now and they all look a bit different. Aswell the actors, Carell, Kristin did a great job as always.

This is all my own opinion so don’t come at me 🤣.

#minions #feloniousgru #grucy #lucywilde #despicable me #gru and lucy