#and yeah taking care of a kid is a full time job but also human beings have their lives and you can't live it for someone else like

[ghost-bxrd]

What do you headcanon as AU careers for Dick?

I don't much like the idea of Dick as a cop (in Wayne Family Adventures I'm pretty sure they never explicitly mention his job, so I'm gonna pretend he's not a cop there)

Gymnastics instructor seems to be a popular choice in most of the Happy Dick and Nice Batfam AUs and it sounds in character... Except his night job related injuries would be difficult to hide.

Neither Fae nor Talon Dick are likely to have the kind of falling out with Bruce which led to Dick striking out on his own, so they will likely never have the worry about earning their own living. Bruce would no doubt be willing and eager to give them cushy jobs with the WE, or they can just treat Superhero-ing as their full time job. But still, I think they will want an independent, non-nepo baby job.

I like the idea of Dick as a CPS worker, or just with social services in general. He'll be great with traumatized kids, has so much experience both first and second hand to draw on.

And if Fae Dick is with CPS... Well. The lore about fae stealing children is well known, but less well known is the lore that fae steal neglected children.

Now, that can simply be the predator going after the vulnerable, but it can also be in some stories the fae see humans refusing to take care of the children properly and getting their adoption instincts triggered Bruce Wayne style, taking them away from the parents who don't deserve them to a better life.

CPS takes neglected and abused children away from the parents who don't deserve them, to a better life.

Love the idea of a fae as a CPS worker, getting official sanction and human cooperation to do his traditional job :)

It depends on the Au!

I’m very flexible with what I read as long as the author manages to fit it into the story in a plausible and believable way. Like with the Titans TV series where it establishes very early on that Dick is rather feral and not as opposed to murder as Bruce *cough*

But over all I do agree that him being a cop doesn’t check out most of the time since most comics (at least from what I’ve read, so take that with a grain of salt. My comic knowledge is like— 3% if we’re being generous lol.) depict him as being very opposed to using firearms, and to killing. And cops have to carry guns to protect themselves and others, and sometimes also shoot people. So yeah I don’t know.

And acrobatics instructor actually isn’t such a bad idea imo! Yeah there are some pretty revealing suits out there. But if we go with what Dick is wearing in Gotham Knights in between missions it could totally work out! He’d still have to be careful tho, obviously. But honestly I don’t think people will look too closely at someone who does potentially dangerous sports as a living and comes in with a black eye or a broken arm or something.

CPS sounds like a very fun idea tho! Espiecally in regards to Fae Dick! He’s got a soft spot for children and their wide eyed wonder. And kids aren’t nearly as frightened of him if they happen to catch a glimpse of other either. So yeah, perfect!

But now I’m also thinking of the Pied Piper of Hamelin tale, because I can totally see Dick leading a gaggle of kids through the streets and out of harms way if there’s ever a Gotham wide catastrophe going on… hmmmm

Other than that I could also see Dick as someone who takes a job leading and organizing multiple charities (sponsored by Wayne Enterprises) and rising through the Gotham Elite. It would help his vigilante cover (poor and dumb Richie Wayne, always drunk and being scandalous, just like his guardian) while also serving the ulterior motive of rooting out corruption.

Idk that last one’s just a thought (cuz I love good rich people playing other bad rich people and causing their downfall… eh.)

#fae dick grayson #fae au #ghost talks #dick grayson

[buckysmith]

What would they prefer their so to be (military/ non military)

Warnings: Mention of gùns violence (I mean it’s mw) stereotypes, slight toxic behavior

(Music has nothing to do with the Headcanon i just listened to it while writing)

Alejandro:

- it's 50/50 with him

- he would love to fight along with his S/O

- but he would also love to have that stereotypical house s/o

- but wouldn't mind if you work somewhere, like in a store or as a educator

- to come home with you already waiting for him with a fresh cooked meal and if u're not already married, he would marry you within in a heartbeat

- but also to fight side by side with you against all the evil is something he loves

- He would be able to see you all day (ofc u're in a team with him) instead of seeing you every evening or maybe just once or twice a week

- he knew you would be able to defend yourself to any treat, he would be very proud of you (but don't u dare and have more muscles than him)

- but the idea of keeping you save, hidden and that he's the one who's strong and can protect you, would fill his heart with pride... cough his ego cough

Graves:

- No, when he comes home he wants nothing to do with the government or military

-he's a stereotypical man so for you to stay home and to take care of it and your family (if you have kids/dogs/ any animal) would be normal for him

- he earns enough money so you wouldn't have to work and yeah, he wouldn't want you to work either except housework and stuff like that

- that he's the one who can protect you would really play into his ego

- definitely the one who tells you how weak but cute you are, how he will protect you from anything and that your his pretty little S/O

- don't worry, even when he's not with you your not in any danger, you have two guard dogs, and he  trained them

Ghost:

- I think he would want a S/O that has nothing to do with anything that includes guns, violence or death

- he wants a normal life (besides his abnormal one) so your life with him would be pretty stereotypical

- he wouldn't want you to work somewhere unsafe

- he's isn't really at home so he would know that it's important for you to do something while he's away

- he isn't the one who talks much about his job, just because he wants his s/o to be save

- and he wants them to stay innocent, he doesn't want his s/o to know what horror he has to see every single day and what horror he cause to others

- but on the other hand this man has his hands full of work, so to meet his s/o while working isn't that unrealistic

- but he would prefer his so to be a normal human being (he's already constantly worried about you, so if u're in the military this man is more than worried)

Soap:

- He wouldn't mind his s/o being in the military, I think he would find pride in it

- if you're good enough for the team he would want you to work with him so he could see you every single day

- he would brag about your military skills and your title (positive)

- he would find it hot if you know how to handle a bad boy (he's your bad boy)

- but he wouldn’t mind you being a normal civilian

- he definitely would show you too his good friends (ghost, price and some other )

- he would tell them about your cooking/ baking skills

- but to know you're able to defend yourself would ease his mind and fill his chest with pride

- so you’re going to work with him on that

Price:

- 40/60 he would like it to do missions with you, but to come home to you and you being that stereotypical house wife/husband/ partner would fit him more

- he likes his job, or at least he most of the time likes the persons he works with, but to have something besides his job that isn’t about guns, violence, betrayal and all that nasty stuff, is something that means everything to him

- but if you’re a member of the military he would worry about you, it’s not that underestimates you he knows exactly how good you are, no, it’s that he knows how god damn dangerous that job is especially if the bad guys would find out that the two of you are dating

Valeria:

- No, just no.

- she worked with the military long enough to know that she doesn’t want to date anyone from that ever again

- she would love to be the bad big guy in your relationship

- she’s dominant as fuck, she can handle enough bad for both of you and she will protect you so you don’t have to do anything but be a good little one

- she would make fun of you though or at least she would tease you about "how weak you are“

#john mctavish #soap mw2 #mw ghost x reader #alejandro vargas mw2 #moder warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare headcanons #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #ghost cod #ghost x reader #soap x you #soap x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas x you #alejandro vargas x reader #valeria mw2 #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #phillip graves x you #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #captain graves x reader #captain price #captain price x reader #john price x reader #mw2 x reader #modern warfare #modern warfare x reader #headcanons

[ravenwitch45]

What if human s/o asked Blitzo if its possible for a human and an imp to have offspring and how would they raise it?

Blitzo with a Human SO who wants to have a kid with him

He honestly thinks your joking at first.

"Ya know you can call me Daddy without me doing that" Turning something wholesome into something horny as he often does with you and Stolas.

But upon realizing your serious, oh he is not prepared for something like that. But he reacts happily.

He's already a father to Loona, and despite the messy relationship he loves being her dad, so the idea of having another, and with you sounds like a dream come true.

He doesn't know if it;'s possible at first though, which slows his roll a bit. Hybrids exist of course, but there generally of two or more demonic species which share a common ancestor of sorts. Humans are of course completely different so he's not sure if you could have a biological child.

Though with a bit of research, you and him find out about Cambions. Which while usually are demonic from a succubi or incubi parent, with a bit more, and some assurance from the resident bookworm owl you share the Assassin with. You find out that yes, Imps can produce children with humans and the children are generally healthy.

So after assurance any child you two had would be healthy for the most part, it's needless to say your pregnant in no time, cause without protection and Blitz's general horniness he gets that bun in the oven at the first oppurtunity.

It's a very spoiled nine months, he keeps you with him when he can and if not he'll have someone to to take care of you, be it M&M, Loona or Stolas. All of which give you and Blitz congratulations. Except Loona who's just "Yeah whatever, I guess it's cool..." She's happy for you tho :)

Blitz also makes sure to learn up on any side effects demonic pregnancies can have, and takes care accordingly of course, a bit forceful cause he is making sure your okay during this.

When you actually give birth, Blitz almost full on breaks down in the delivery room as he holds his new kid, he could not be happier truly.

He is VERY protective of the both of you even after the pregnancy. He refuses to let the kid out of his sight when he can, and a ton of times you have to pratically push him out the door so he can go to work.

He is still very present tho, the most he can be. Teaching the kid all about Hell, The company, and about Imps, wanting the kid to know both their cultures. Of course that leaves you to handle the human side.

Blitz also makes sure your kid knows how to defend themself, Hell is dangerous for anybody, especially for someone who's half human. Getting toy guns early on, and getting them real ones when he feels they can handle it.

As for the kids other family, they of course grow up with essentially two sisters in Loona and Octavia, an Aunt and Uncle in M&M and a stepdad In Stolas. All of which spoil them with love, even Loona who warms up to her new sibling.

Overall, the kid grows up knowing love, understanding and freedom, both of you excited to see what they'll want to do in the end, but you can bet that if they want to work at I.M.P then Blitz is gonna give them the safest jobs and everyone knows it, Loona knows it well tho so at least there not alone XP

#ask reply #helluva boss #blitzo #blitzo x reader #helluva boss x reader #x reader #Two pregnacy requests in a row huh that's interesting XP

[whaleofatjme1920]

My Version of Eyeless Jack

So, there's no cohesive narrative here I just wanted to infodump a bunch of stuff about how I write my EJ. I'll put it in headcanon form but know whenever you read my newer EJ fics (or whenever I get an inkling to talk about him), this is exactly how I envision him and want him to be seen as.

EJ grew up in a Polish somewhat American household. He's a second generation, with his parents both being from Poland and most of their extended family in the old country. His mother is from a smaller city in the southwest, and his father from Krakow. His mother instilled in him a deep love of the natural world, and a hunger for learning.

Jack's obsession for medicine and whatnot came up because his father was just a bit insane about keeping him healthy. Any cough or sneeze was instantly investigated. He was a bit sheltered in that sense, and was prone to sneaking out to experience a normal adolescence and whatnot as he grew up.

While Jack is not averse to getting his hands dirty and doing jobs no one else would even THINK of, he's still gotta go through a full cleansing and decontamination when he's done.

I like to think that, as a kid, he was deeply in love with Slavic mythology and he was, surprise surprise, really into Chernobog. That wasn't Chernobog whispering in his ear he was just always interested whether he realized it or not. This kinda faded out around 12 years old but as a guy that's literally possessed by him now, fused to make an entirely new being, he finds it just a hair ironic.

Yeah, he did have to go to Polish school on the weekends. Sometimes he loved it, other times not at all.

He was his parents only child so he was kind of under a magnifying glass from them both.

He was actually quite close with his grandmothers!

Jack has always had a biting, sarcastic wit. He can balance professionalism with clinical sarcasm fantastically. His humor is very deadpan and he'll dupe you multiple times if you're not careful.

Jack doesn't always understand why people insist on social politeness. He actually favors bluntness, but will be polite if the situation calls for it.

He has three tongues. Yes, he's choked on them before. This mostly happened in the beginning when he was first getting used to his new body.

He doesn't like sweet foods, but certain organs are sweeter to him than others. He can't quite explain that, but he favors certain parts of people over others.

He can eat human food, but it's like junk food for him. He will always need to feast on humans from time to time to keep himself well. Also this is NOT a constant thing with him. He has like a major feeding once or twice a month, and smaller feedings ever 7-10 days. He can get by just fine, he's not always starving.

Most of his work is him just preparing in case he's in a situation he can't hunt.

His body can heal at an accelerated rate!

Because he's possessed by/permanently fused with Chernobog, he has 'starfish' tendencies. Meaning, if he loses a finger, in about 6 months he'll have a new one. Anything bigger might take years but he's never been in a situation where that's needed to happen. This does not mean he's invincible.

Slender Man, who has been around for way longer than any of us can conceive, finds it funny that Chernobog is fused with a socially awkward young man who couldn't even ask a girl out normally and forewent his survival instinct just to hang out with her.

Slender Man, when just with Jack, will speak with him in Polish or older forms of Slavic languages when more directly addressing Chernobog.

Jack is physically HUGE. He's like 6'8, because his merging made him bigger. He was already tall at 5'10, but Chernobog required a bigger vessel. So, he painfully grew bigger. He's quite muscular, not overtly so but you know he has physical strength.

He's,,,,, human-like in appearance. Gives off uncanny valley at times.

He's actually quite funny and does take some joy in making people laugh.

He's not besties with Jeff but they are, more often than not, together doing things.

He actually prefers Jane's company!

It takes so, so long to gain his actual trust. He has varying levels of it, like anyone else, but it's difficult to even breach his first layer.

Has a deep fondness for birds, specifically vultures.

Doesn't like dogs. He has never liked dogs. Smile is his one and only exception. Does like cats.

His body has a stupid tattoo on his thigh he got when drunk one night at uni. He's still mildly embarrassed by it.

He occasionally smokes weed.

He won't admit it, but anyone that looks like Jenny brings back terrible, terrible memories. When he was younger, those types of women used to trigger panic attacks. He's much better now, but seeing women that look like her make him very uncomfortable.

He doesn't enjoy strong smelling perfumes or colognes. He thinks the scents themselves are nice, but they give him migraines. His sense of smell is very strong and well.

He can actually function quite well in normal society, he just doesn't physically fit the image. And even using his glamour-he sticks out from his height alone.

Jack wouldn't say this to anyone, but he sometimes hangs around in his glamour just to remember what he used to look like before. It's not a 100% match, but he sees himself as older. A bit more jaded and weathered. He wonders what would have happened if he listened to his roommate and didn't go.

#eyeless jack #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack headcanon #creepypasta headcanon #ej creepypasta #creepypasta

[epicspheal]

hi cami! hope youre doing well! id like to ask.. have you seen that pokemon zensho is now fully available in english? i only found out recently lol. you can find it at mangadex! if you have, what are your thoughts on it?

Hi there @soulsilvers I'm doing well thank you for asking! Yeah, I actually didn't know that they full translated Pokemon Zensho until I got this ask, so thank you for alerting me to this I appreciate it! So of course I had to read it all last night! Link here for anyone who wants to read it! It was so cute honestly. First Pokemon Concierge, now Pokemon Zensho making me cry and I'm here for it honestly. Like you said on discord, it definitely is very rushed at only 9 chapters. I definitely would've loved to see it have a few more chapters to explore more about Red and Blue's friendship (well here called Ash and Gary) and going through the league (I always feel like the elite four part of the Kanto story always seems to get the short end of the stick). Despite it's rushed nature, it does make up for it in being the most true-to-gameverse adaptation. But what I appreciated the most was the details that were added were very grounded. Like the problems the gym leaders were facing felt real. It was cool to see how Giovanni became the way he was because it has been hinted at that he's not always been the ruthless Team Rocket boss but something made him that way. I've grown to like Lt. Surge a lot over the years and I feel like his arc was really wholesome too. Many people criticize Kanto for it not being particularly story driven (which to each their own, some people like story drive gameplay some don't, groups are valid), but to say it's completely devoid of story is false. The theme of Gen 1 besides exploration is relationships. It's why the key driver is the rivalry (and strained friendship) between Red and Blue. The orphan Cubone, Agatha and Oak, even Mewtwo's existence plays on the concept of relations in a subtle way. Zensho takes this concept and runs with it throughout as Red travels through Kanto. Much like Pokespe, Pokemon Zensho does a good job at bringing smaller but notable NPCs into the fold and it was done in a way that was not overbearing (looking at Marvin from SwSh Pokespe taking Hop's spot). It was cool to see the SS Anne captain and Game Warden get some more screentime. Also props for this manga low key making non-binary Bill canon! I know some people who read it may not like this version of Red not being "badass" in that he does earn some of his badges without actually defeating the leaders but I think the way it's handled here was okay. I think part of Red's character is supposed to be how he puts caring for others first despite being so talented at battling and I think it's okay that there are adaptations that don't just fall into him being a legendary battler who sweeps everyone. Even though this is a retelling of Red's story I would say if I'm honest this was really Blue's story. Blue got a lot of focus in this manga and outside of Pokemon Generations we don't really get to see into Blue's mindset. I appreciated as you mentioned on discord, how despite everything it did still focus on the fact that Blue was still Red's friend despite everything. It's not something that's focused on a lot in gen 1 adaptations. And of course the rest of the Oak family gets some shine too. This is probably my favorite portrayal of Oak in that it retains some of his flaws but humanizes him too (although I wish they had devoted some time to his and Agatha's rivalry). And Daisy...even with her limited screen time very much still shone especially with her calling out Professor Oak for his harsh words towards Blue. And then of course the revelation of what happened to Blue and Daisy's parents. Give those kids (and this Professor Oak) a hug. This is definitely my favorite of the four Pokemon manga I've read thus far and if we ever got a short miniseries for the Gen 1 games again I would hope it would take more of the Zensho approach and be game accurate while still expanding on little lore details.

#pokemon zensho #pokemon manga #epic spheal reviews #ask epic spheal

[jangmo-othewarrior]

DMC Questions Anon here!

Create a crossover! What is Devil May Cry crossing over with? How does it work? How do the characters from each world interact with the characters from the other?

Look, ya'll see my username, u know I'm gonna go with Pokémon.

specifically I'm thinking about pokemon naturally existing within the human realm, and demons are almost entirely separate from them. So all of the human characters have pokemon partners, with some exceptions.

All of the Spardas have a pseudo-legendary, and Dante specifically has Tyranitar. I wanted this line specifically because this species is known for causing a lot of damage, but have also been shown to be very sweet and protective if need be. It really fits Dante's 'don't come near me, I'm dangerous' mindset until Patty climbs all over it and it utterly adores her. It's also a hugger, so much so that Dante actively lets himself get poked to Hell because it looks sad.

As for Vergil, I'm going with the Salamence line. It's a very interesting line, having a goal-driven lizard eventually achieve that goal in the final stage. Vergil would have a hard time working with his partner, especially in 3 (where it would be a Bagon), because demons don't have pokemon partners. He leaves Bagon with Dante when he falls into Hell, thinking that the pokemon would not be able to survive there. It would stay with Dante for decades after that, until finally reuniting with Vergil as a Shelgon in DMC 5. It would take a bit, but it would eventually evolve after the boys got back from hell. Dante will forever lord the fact that his partner fully evolved before Vergil's (until Salamence smacks him with a Dragon Claw. Vergil approved.)

Nero would definitely have the Dragapult line! A dragon type (like Salamence) that has a large focus on family in its design whist also being completely unique from most other pseudos? Yeah, it's chock full of Nero vibes. The Dragapult evolution definitely only happened at the end of DMC 5, becuase the image of a Dragapult and DT Nero fighting with Silver Bullet in the bg is so fuckin sick. Also he was a Dreepy during DMC 4 and u need to know that he loved to sit on Nero's head or in his hoodie.

Patty next because propaganda. This one's up for grabs, but I think her first partner was a Dratini! Specifically one that kept showing up in the DMC office until Dante shoved it into Patty's arms. She's a Dragonair now, and often flies around the office just to annoy Dante. Also, shoutout to Patty for being the only human to get a pseudo because she's Dante's kid.

Trish didn't have a partner at first, since she was a demon. After going off on her own for a while, she ran into a Wattrel that kept using her motorcycle's wind to glide in the air. She found the little thing tenacious, and now there's a Kilowattrel half the size of Lady that perches in the DMC office rafters. It's high speed nature complements her fighting style rather well, along with the electricity.

Lady's partner is an extremely violent Scolipede. She really big and very venomous, so most regular people steer clear of her. She is also very tsundere, but actually doesn't mind when Dante or Trish are around. Lady takes great care of her, and often rides her in during jobs. Most people would tell you that's a horrible idea, but DMC employees are not normal people. Also Vergil was shot by one of her needles in DMC 3 when she was a Venipede, and now they are locked in a bitter rivalry. Lady thinks this is hilarious.

Nico is very happy with her Riolu partner, even if it was a gift from her dad when it was an egg. She doted on it very often, and even forced Rock to help her make a special egg warmer. When it did hatch, it quickly shared her interest in the art of metalworking and gunsmithing. Nowadays, he's Nico's assistant. He hasn't evolved yet, but Nico doesn't mind. He will when he's ready.

Kyrie's partner is a Sylveon, and a very caring one at that. Loves the kids, Kyrie, and Nero. Was an Eevee during DMC 4, and refused to leave Nero's side after Kyrie was kidnapped. Because of that, she is actually incredibly strong, so much so that Salamence was immediate put on edge when they met.

Some quick ones! Eva gave Sparda a Dieno when they met, and it was a very affectionate Hydregion during the boys' youth. Eva herself had a Alolan Ninetales, who was very protective of the boys and the baby pseudos. Both of these Pokemon are actually still alive in a rehabilitation center, although the boys don't know that rn. Morrison has an old Stoutland who can surprisingly handle battle quite well. Nina's partner is a very majestic and battle worn Kingdra, who is currently enjoying retirement. V did not have any pokemon, but he does talk about one he regrets leaving behind in the past....

And... that all their main partners! They actually have other pokemon as well, but these were just their first ones. As an example, Dante also has a Houndoom that he befriended in DMC 3 (as a Houndour) that knows a lot of bite moves. Why? King Cerberus rep for the mutual Coverage. Elemental coverage.

Thanks again DMC Questions anon! I really enjoyed this ask, even if I did flex my pokemon knowledge a bit please ask me questions I will write an essay to answer u-

#the pokemon brain got me again #also my wallet. I just purchased a plushie hammock to hold all of them #so ye! #this was great #Dantes larvitar is very sweet even if they sometimes need to go sicko mode #Also sdt Dante would bear hug his tyranitar u need to understand #also the connection to the pokemon represents something about humanity blah blah #vergil rejects his humanity so he gives up his partner for 20 years #blah blah finally accepting humanity allowed him to finally reconnect with sheidgon which allowed it to evolve #and Patty has a dratini because (violently points) PATTY-DANTE FTAHER DAUGHTER PROPAGANDA #anywho plz ask me questions i promise im normal #dmc questions anon #devil may cry #dmc #dmc dante #dmc 5 #dante sparda #nero dmc #dmc vergil #dmc 3 #vergil dmc #patty lowell #patty dmc #lady dmc #trish dmc #kyrie dmc #dmc nero

[ask-paradox-and-friends]

Ragnarok interactions.

Garou(gonna make him a god killer.):the hero association and Neo heros are corrupt.

Deku:the public hero safety committee is worse.

Garou:one if their best is a fucking 10 year old child solider.

Deku:mine kidnaps children to turn them into personal assassins. Mostly kids like Hawks who have rough lives and strong powers.

Garou:mine just grabs any talent. Oh yeah there's also the human experimentation and body modification.

Deku:makeing hero schools and giving weapons to children to make them stronger.

Garou:catching and growing monsters to sell off to the highest bidder!

Deku:trying to recreate the Nomu process and make more of them to have BIO weapons!

Garou:THEYVE SOLD A NEAR COMATOSE VILLAIN TO A TERRORIST GROUP TO HAVE THEM EXPERIMENT ON HER AND TOLD THE BUYER OH YEAH WE HAVE A ROOM FOR YOU TO USE! MIND YOU THEY KNOW WHO HE IS AND THE FACT HIS EXPERIMENTAL BS MADE THIER 3RD STROMGEST HERO!

Deku:THEYVE SWEPT ENDEAVOR AND OTHER HEROS DOING QUIRK MARRAGES FOR YEARS UNDER THE DAMN RUG AND CELEBRATE WHEN THEY GET THE PERFECT CHILD AND THEN MAKE THEM THEIR HUMAN WEAPON!

Garou:I LOST ALL MY GODDAMN RIGHTS AS A HUMAN IM SEEN AS NOT WORTH ANY RIGHTS! THATS NOT INCLUDING THE GAMBLING SCHEME THE BETTING SYSTEM OR THE HOUSING SCAM! AND THEY DONT EVEN FUCKING PAY THEIR HEROS! METAL BAT JUMPED SHIP BECAUSE THE NEO HEROS OFFRED MORE PAY AND CHILD CARE FOR HIS LITTLE SISTER!

Deku:I AM IN DEBT THANKS TO THEIR BULLSHIT AND THEY MAKE A MIGHT MAKES RIGHT WORLD WHERE ANYONE WITH A MUTATION OR A "VILLAINOUS" POWER GETS TREATED TO LEGAL DISCRIMINATION! I DIDNT SHOW MY POWER OFF SO I GOT THE SHIT BEAT OUT OF ME FOR BEING "QUIRKLESS"! AND EVERYONE WENT TOUGHT SHIT YOU DONT DESERVE TO LIVE! AND THERES THE SMUGGLEING! THE STUNTS! THE HIDDEN BODYSHAMING! AND THE FUCKING SIDE JOBS OF MOST HEROS!

Both:AND THEY TAKE 90% OF MY INCOME TO COVER MY ASS AND PURPOSELY MAKE HEROISM A TOXIC WORKPLACE SCAM!

*both then realize the others heard them.*

Garou:...it..never got better? Not even after all that time? (Using Saitama's birth year [1990] and his Garou's age [18] I say he's from 2008-2010)

Deku:it..never was good it was always horrid? (Bhna from what I've seen might be 2155-2160s)

Sunblood:*Pushing several buttons* dont mind me!

Mai:names. Now.

Tsugu:*Speechless and tearing up going to hug them both*

Kaito:*slowly pulls put his sword.*

Derail:well it seems we've learned a lot. Boys mind telling us more? I feel we have a conflict in the making.

Paradox:MOTHER****ING **** MC**** FULL OF **** ILL BREAK ALL OF THEIR *long list of bleeps courtesy of his mechanical voice box*

@hazawatsugu

@splatoonfan88

[bunnyscar]

Don't Give Up

“Did you hear about the kidnappings? Apparently, a lot of schools have been reporting cases of missing students, and then the kids have been found dead in alleys, completely drained of their blood. Some people say vampires are the cause. They disguised themselves as students, tricked the victims into following them and then sucked them dry. My friend said they’re called rogue vampires, or something like that,” Sara said one day at lunch.

“Rogue vampires?” Sam asked warily. He had heard of them during his caretaker training. They were vampires not registered by the ministry, dangerous vampires that murdered people for food and could go berserk at any time.

“Yeah, well, not like I really know what they are; my friend has a friend who knows a lot about vampire stuff. I guess he did some sort of research project on them or something. Anyway, it’s creepy, right? I’m glad it’s not happened in our school. My friend says a few kids from her school went missing,” Sara continued eagerly, oblivious to the unease her fellow classmates were beginning to show.

Lily said in concern, “That sounds awful! I don’t know anything about vampires, but there is a ministry that deals with them, right? Why don’t they take care of it?”

Morris scowled, a strange sight on his usually grinning face. “Because the government is stupid. My parents say that all vampires are bad, and that the government isn’t doing its job right by letting them live in this city. Vampires suck blood. How on earth could a creature like that ever be good or safe?”

“Maybe it’s not so black and white as that,” Sam said slowly. “I mean, there are humans who are murderers too, not just vampires. So there can also be vampires who aren’t out to hurt people and just want to live their lives.” There was an uncomfortable silence.

Clearing her throat, Marissa said, “On a different note, how is practice for the Beauty and the Beast play coming along?”

“Hah, well, it’s coming along. Kye is awful and perfect at acting at the same time,” Sara said with a grin. “Half the time he won’t do what the Beast is supposed to, the other half he’s being more Beast like than the play calls for. You should have seen him when Beauty’s father steals the flower. I thought the poor father was about to have a heart attack.”

Kye scowled. “You told me he was stealing, how was I supposed to react?” he grumbled. “I didn’t know his daughter had asked for a rose.”

Sam sighed, “Kye, you’re supposed to read the whole script, not just your lines. Then you’ll know what’s going on.”

“But it’s too many words! I already have enough to read in English class,” Kye protested. The others laughed, the tension from before fading away.

Sara suddenly said, “Hey, why don’t we get together sometime to practice our lines? Since all of us are in it, except for Marissa, though you’re welcome to hang out too. We could all come to my house, do some practice, and play some games. Whaddya say?”

“That sounds awesome!” Morris cried.

Sam glanced at Kye, who shrugged and nodded. “All right, sounds like a plan,” Sam said, and Marissa nodded as well.

“Great! If you’re all free, let’s do it this weekend,” Sara said.

Later that afternoon, as they were walking from the bus stop to their apartment, Sam asked Kye, “Are you all right, Kye? You seem to be brooding.”

Kye said nothing for a moment, then sighed. “I…sometimes I wish I wasn’t a vampire. It’s just—whether you’re a rogue vampire who kills people, a vampire that’s lost its sanity and is locked away, or even if you’re a vampire with a caretaker and do everything right, you’ll be seen as monstrous. And once you hear people telling you you're a monster long enough, you start to believe it….Morris was right. How can something that drinks people’s blood to live be called good?”

“But you’re not a monster!”

Kye turned to Sam with eyes full of sadness, a look that cut Sam to the heart. “Am I really?”

When he had first met Kye, Sam had thought he was a monster. But Kye had saved him. Kye was often saving people. Sometimes his attitude could seem rather gruff and vicious, and sometimes he acted selfishly, but deep down Kye wanted to help people, to stop evil. Sam placed both hands on Kye’s shoulders and asked, “Do you trust me, Kye?”

Kye blinked in surprise. “Yes, of course….”

“Then believe me when I say you’re not a monster. No matter what other people say, I know you’re not one. You help people. You’re a brave, kind, good person. You’re my best, dearest friend, and most importantly you’re my brother. Nothing’s going to change that. Even if everyone else thinks that vampires are all evil and bad, I’m not going to give up on you. So I don’t want you to give up either, okay?”

Kye stared for a moment, then looked down and mumbled, “Thank you, Sam.” He sniffled and wiped something from his eye.

Sam grabbed his arm and said softly, “Come on. Let’s go home.”

#vampire #brothers #sam #kye #original story #shame and encouragement

[speckostardust]

@heropartnerweek Day 6 - Alone

A kind of prologue to a story I’m writing. It’s pretty long, and also made my beta reader cry a little at points. Have fun!

(Lore note before we start! When you aren’t particularly close to a Pokémon, you call them by their species name. It’s kind of like calling people by their last name in east asian countries or calling someone Mr., Ms., or Mx., but everybody already knows their last name.)

(also I guess this is kind of four stories but shhhh.)

His Brother Is Here For Him

Caterpie knew it was one of those days. Just by the way Charles, the town's resident hero, walked through the center. 

He knew by the way the Charmeleon's shoulders sagged, how his gaze was a couple degrees lower than normal, how his scarf was tied off-center, how his mouth wasn’t smiling or frowning, stuck in neutral, how the flame on his tail was dimmer, how it was a shade of red instead of a bright orange, bordering on white, like how it was before, how he could clearly see the blue-tipped tail his family was known for through the flame.

And worst of all, how his eyes were devoid of that clear and powerful determination Caterpie came to associate with him. 

As Charles passed by the bank, he saw Charizard, the one from Team ACT (Charles’ brother, Caterpie reminds himself), notice the depressed lizard going by, and turns to him, eyes full of concern. Caterpie doesn’t want to intrude on their conversation, but he’s too close to the salamander brothers he can't help but overhear.

“Hey, Charles, you doing alright today?” Charizard asks his brother, his deep baritone voice shining with worry. 

“I’m fine, Seymour,” Charles replies way too fast. “I’m just… going to get some work.”

“It’s okay to not be fine, Charles.” The Charizard slowly reaches out to him with one hand, the other on his chest. “You can tell me these things. I love you, you know.”

The smallest, faintest of smiles crosses the Charmeleon’s snout. “I know. I do too.”

Charizard’s grin grows. “C’mon, say it back.”

Charles’ smile grows just a bit more. “Love you too.”

Grinning even wider (Caterpie doesn’t know how he smiles so wide, it’s pretty much his entire face), Charizard takes his brother into an embrace, which the shorter one accepts and hugs back. 

Letting go of the Charmeleon, Charizard pats him on the shoulder. “Hey, why don’t we go out on a job together today? Just me and you. No Ashford, no Sadie.”

The two are silent for a second. “I’d like that,” Charles says after a second.

The two of them start walking towards the post office again, Charizard bidding farewell to his usual teammates. “It’ll be just like old times! Like when we were still kids and playing Rescue Team in the street!”

“Yeah,” Charles says, a smile actually appearing on his face.

“Whoah, don’t get too excited now! We’ve still got a job to do!” Charizard says, laughing as the two get further down the road, out of Caterpie’s hearing range. 

Caterpie knows what happened. He knows that Charles’ partner Sam, the Psy-Raichu that used to be a human, mysteriously disappeared one day, and how he couldn’t stop thinking about it some days, like today. But Caterpie sincerely hopes that he knows there are other people that care about him too.

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His Daughter Is Here For Him

(TW: copious drinking, alcoholism as an escape)

Spinda was very concerned by one of his customers today.

The Grovyle had come in right at opening time, 1:30 in the afternoon, and claimed a table by himself near the corner, but close enough to the bar. He had ordered a Grass Gummy “Juice” (yes it is in quotations, Spinda knows what it is, everyone who orders it does, it’s on the secret menu) and Spinda couldn’t even get a word out before the Grovyle’s ID was out and shown to him. Of course, it was just a formality, as Spinda had known Grovyle would come in with his partner, a Riolu, often. But this was the first time he had gotten a good look at his ID, and he knew his name was Jax now. 

He had always, and Spinda means always, come in with his partner Riolu before. He had never seen the two apart, even in the mornings outside of the bar. 

It was past closing now, 2:26 in the morning, and the Grovyle (Jax, Spinda reminds himself) had now had over ten servings of “Juice” (way more than he’s ever had before, Spinda notes), and had his head down on the table, his entire body shaking, the occasional sob loud enough to be heard.

Spinda cleared and cleaned the tables starting at the farthest away from Jax, not wanting to kick out the miserable looking Pokémon, while Wobbuffet and Wynaut cleaned up their recycling service. Eventually though, Spinda had cleaned all the tables except for one, arriving at the Grovyle’s table at exactly 2:41:24.

He looked down at the sobbing Pokémon. Gently, he placed his paw on his shoulder. “Hey buddy,” he says softly, but still loud enough so he knows the Grovyle can hear him. “We’re closed. Ya gotta go home now.”

With a sniffle, the Grovyle picks up his head, and nods. His eyes are bloodshot from crying, and tears stain his cheeks. “M’kay.”

As he attempts to stand, his legs start to wobble uncontrollably. His chair, already pushed out from under him, does nothing to keep him from falling to the floor. 

Quickly dropping down to help him up, Spinda wraps his arm around his own neck, helping the man to his feet. “Y’alright, Grovyle?”

The sobbings from the reptile grow louder. “I’m sorry,” he says between sobs. “I’m… I’m useless, I can’t do anything right.”

Spinda starts to tear up himself, listening to Jax’s self-deprecating words, unable to say anything. He helps him get to the door, while Jax continues apologizing.

“I-I-I don’t know why N l-l-left,” the Grovyle says. “H-h-he just disappeared, and, and, he left his stuff, and, and I hope he’s okay, he would never leave me alone on purpose, something must've happened, he wouldn't leave, but I’m, I’m too stupid to know what happen…”

Spinda keeps his mouth shut. He didn’t know what to say, he was never good in situations like this. 

"I-I-I wish I w-w-w-was…" Jax breaks out in loud sobs, openly weeping as they emerge at the crossroads.

"Dad!" a shout calls. Running from Treasure Town's entrance is a small blue Pokémon, about as tall as Spinda himself, with feelers on their head and a watery look to them. In all his years, Spinda's never even seen a Pokémon like this. "I'm so sorry, I'm Manaphy, this is my dad, I'm really sorry you had to carry him, I can take him here, I'm really sorry," they say hurriedly, all in one breath.

"It's quite alright," Spinda says as Manaphy slips under Jax’s other arm. "I was planning to carry him to wherever he needed to be. It's no problem."

Manaphy attempts to bow, but with her father on her shoulder, she finds it difficult. "Thank you so much for taking him out here. Umm… goodbye, I guess. Thanks."

Spinda watches as the father-child duo walk away towards Treasure Town. He hopes that Jax knows that he has people that care about him. 

He also hopes that he doesn't come back until he can control his drinking problem.

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Her Friend Is Here For Her

Quagsire was heartbroken over the entire thing. He loved watching Toki and Nara walking past his little booth everyday, going out for jobs. The Tepig and Oshawott were always talking, hmm? Well, it was more like Toki was talking to Nara, and Nara added something in occasionally. It was charming.

Then the split happened. Well, that’s what Quagsire was calling it. Catchy, hmm? It was when Toki had suddenly disappeared one morning, with no witnesses seeing her leave. Nor had she told anyone she was going anywhere. Nor had she brought any of her supplies with her. It was very strange, mmm, for Toki to leave Nara and the Paradise so suddenly like that. Was she carried off into the night by some kind of mysterious force, that may or may not even be a Pokémon itself?

Mmm, speculation, Quagsire thinks.

The Oshawott herself walks by Quagsire’s assembly, dragging her feet through the dirt. Nara’s eyes were dead to the outside world, and she was mumbling something to herself.

“Nara!” he calls out. “Nara dear! Could you come over here for a moment?”

After a moment, Nara turns towards Quagsire. She waddles over to him. “Mm,” she mumbles. Quagsire’s plan step one complete.

“Nara, would you, hmm, come with me for the day? I’m sure you could skip work for the day.” Nara looks at Quagsire, and he looks back at the absence of light in them. “Please?” he adds.

Almost reluctantly, Oshawott slowly nods her head. Taking the confirmation, Quagsire steps out of the doorway of his tent and gestures for Nara to go in. She does so slowly, and Quagsire follows her in, letting the door flap down. Quagsire plan step two complete.

Time to get the girl to talk, hmm?

“Take a seat, mmm, on the couch, would you?” he says, sitting on the adjacent chair. 

A moment passes in silence, as Nara sits. “What’re… you doing?”

“I am, mm, simply here for you to talk to. Vent. Feel free to talk about anything on your mind. I am a great listener, hmm?”

Quagsire’s plan step three, get Nara to do therapy, in progress.

Nara stares at him blankly.

Seconds pass, mmm, and then minutes.

“I miss her,” she finally says, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “I really, really miss Toki. She was my best friend ever, but then she disappeared.”

Quagsire watches on, waiting for the Oshawott to continue.

“I just…” she stops for another pause, putting her thoughts into words. “I don’t know why she left. Why? Why did she leave?”

Another pause, hmm, as Quagsire waits again.

“I am… I’ll… I’ve searched the entire continent, just looking for her.” She puts her head in her paws. “And there’s nothing. No trace of her. Like she just… disappeared off the planet, like after we stopped the Bittercold.”

She pauses again. 

“I just…” the tears start to leak from her eyes. “I really miss her.”

The little Oshawott breaks into uncontrolled sobs, finally letting out all the built up emotions. She lays back into the small couch as Quagsire walks over to hug her.

Hmmm, new Quagsire plan step four: get Nara an actual therapist.

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His Father Is Here For Him

(TW: self harm, cutting, mental breakdowns, self-deprecation, suicidal ideation)

Nuzleaf knows his adopted son was always quiet. It was just his personality. He very rarely spoke over twenty words in a day, never any more than three words at a time. He had preferred to speak in sign language, though he was never the best at it. But when Champ stopped communicating completely, Nuzleaf noticed.

Champ’s best friend and Expedition Team partner, a Piplup named Fin, had strangely disappeared about a month ago. After days of searching (and skipping school, but Nuzleaf doesn’t really care for that) and no progress, the Chespin had all but locked himself in his room. He only left to eat, only a couple berries at a time, and spent his time curled up in a ball on his bed, crying. 

So many of his other friends from school came by to try and talk to him. Even the members of the Expedition Society came to Nuzleaf’s front door.

Still, Champ hadn’t spoken, or signed, or even reacted to their presence. 

It was late at night when Nuzleaf heard it. He had woken up to get some water. But when he got to the kitchen itself…

He heard a quiet, but intense sobbing coming from Champ’s room.

He quickly made his way to the room, as silently as he could, and peered in. Sitting on his bed was the Chespin, a half-eaten oran berry next to him, slouched down and facing away from the door, but still tilted towards it so Nuzleaf could see his face, with a harvesting knife in his right hand and his left arm decorated with varying levels of cuts.

Nuzleaf, startled, inhales sharply, and his adoptive son hears it, snapping his head in Nuzleaf’s direction. Champ, also startled, hastily throws the knife into his bag, and hides his wounded arm behind his back, picking the oran berry up with his other. Tears leak from his eyes as he trembles, seemingly terrified that Nuzleaf found him doing this.

Nuzleaf takes a tentative step towards his son. Champ flinches, the grassy quills on his head shaking. “I’m… not mad,” Nuzleaf says tentatively. “I’m not angry… I’m not… I just want to know why. I just want to understand.”

The Chespin, still trembling, slowly raises both of his hands, dropping the oran berry. Nuzleaf can clearly see the cuts on the boy’s arm. Oh Arceus, he thinks, none of that was there this morning, has he been healing his cuts everyday with oran berries? All the scars on his arms, he assumed they came from his adventuring, are they from this?

I, Champ starts, but pauses, thinking of his next words, cut myself. He flinches, physically startled by his own silent words. I… if I can’t keep one friend, one person close to me, just… He signs so fast that Nuzleaf can’t keep up with it, then he throws his hands to his sides. He picks them back up and starts to sign again. I don’t deserve to be happy. I should be by myself. Alone. Like how I should be.

Nuzleaf can feel the tears on his cheeks. Slowly he makes his way to the broken child. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry Champ. Ya shouldn’t be feeling like this. Nobody should. You’ve saved so many people, you have so many friends. Yer friend, I’m sure, is just missing, and she wants to come back, I know it. Both of you know each other almost if not as well as you know yerselves. You are… You are worth it. You are worth caring for, worrying for, crying for. You are not a burden. People care about you and worry for you because they want to, because you make them happy. You are not alone.”

Champ tears up, swinging his arms around his father and bawling into his chest. He makes some attempts at speaking, but Nuzleaf pats his back, letting him know it’s okay for him to not speak right now.

The two stay in their embrace until the sun threatens to come in through the window. Nuzleaf is the first to stand up.

“Let’s go get those cuts healed, Champ,” he says, taking his son’s hand. Champ shakily nods as he uses Nuzleaf to stand. “We should… probably get you a professional therapist too, huh?”

Hesitantly, Champ nods, taking the first step on a new journey.

#pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon #pokemon super mystery dungeon #hero partner week #pmd explorers #pmd gates #pmd rescue team

[darkicedragon]

azure https://twitter.com/ZA1F0N/status/1654235097628045312 M being a normal human delivery guy in a neighbourhood full of supernatural beings Tao freaking out over werewolves and demons and stuf and M is like =A= "I'm not paid enough to care what kinda creature I gotta deliver food to" "HE HAD TENTACLES, M!!!!" " Eh, he tipped well." "and the werewolf???" "worst thing is his breath. stinks like dog food." darkicedragon 'did you at least take a picture??' 'no?? im not an asshole??' 'EEEEMMMMMM!!' 'you see them around all the time anyway?' 'i knooooow, but you see the more interestin' ones!' 'and theyre ordering bc they dont want to be seen, dumbass' :c 'ok, point' also, m gets atkd by something, but suddenly finds his regulars protecting him hes just ??? 'we like you' 'yeah, youre one of the few delivery guys whos stuck around longer than a week' 'its good money considering what im doing??' 'bc noone else wants to do it' '.......huh' so m starts making an effort to actually get to know his regulars more and makes some friends taos amazed (and a lil jealous)

azure YESSSS also he gives exactly 0 fucks and just treats them like neighbours "thanks for the delivery. ugh, you don't happen to know how to fix a leaking pipe. can't get a hold of any plumber in the city' and M is like =A= *sigh 'fine, lemmie take a look' ends up doing odd jobs for the monsters they pay well darkicedragon or theres a tech problem and ms just like >n> 'one minute' 'tao' 'yeh?' 'ive got a regular here who has a computer pro-' 'GAAAASSSSSSPPPPPPPP!!!' '-and you better NOT take ANY photos, got it?' 'i wont!!!' azure yasss connects the beings too 'ah, I know an eldritch being who's good with animals. should be able to help with your fleas.' darkicedragon yesssssss frankenstein takes one look at m and is just like 'what did you do?' 'huh?' 'youve been marked by some very powerful beings' '...............MARKED???' 'yes, like... hm. a warning, that you're not to be messed with bc youre protected' 'marked as in like they PEED on me??' '.............no. not quite. a spell-type marking' 'oh, okay. ...............why tho' azure AHAHAHAH XDDD and yesss 'ah, yeah, I've a few clients who are regulars. gav'em my phone.' 'M, being marked is not just them having your contact details' darkicedragon 'is this like a "i gave my soul" thing bc i think my work already owns that' azure 'marked? ugh, I knew I stepped into something when I went into the werewolf's place. dog sitting my ass' darkicedragon oh my god, m gets asked abt dogsitting and hes like '.....your kids?' 'ofc!' and hes just awkward enough to not want to ask if they mean biological kids or pet kids azure AHAHAHAH XDDD he watches them and still doesn't manage to figure out which is which looks at a doggo being naughty and is like 'don't know whether I should put you in the crate or send you to your room' darkicedragon //puts them in the crate and puts that in the kids room//

#noblesse #skype conversations #madameazzure #m21 #tao #frankenstein

[redpool]

Liveblog of the Teen Wolf: The Movie

Yeah that a great place to store the most powerful enemy you've ever had

That was the whitest Japanese I've ever heard

Who the fuck are you

Ok darth vader, chill out

This is the worst thing I have ever watched

Oh my god

No

Just no

Jesus

Dude, what the fuck?

Swearing??

I hate it here

Still don't like her

ELI!!!!

Jordan?? Why are you still here?

Mason's a cop now? Why.

DEREK IS A OFFICALLY A DILF

Dude, that was so unnecessary

Dude, that was so unnecessary pt 2

And you're holding hands why?

That was not a two person job

I hate you all

Exactly, why are you here?

Why are you explaining what the nemeton is? We already know????

Eli, that was unnecessary

Derek seems like the best dad

He's a shithead

And a smartass

And also a dumbass

Is it just me or is the a ting really bad?

Oh God, I know what's about to happen.

I'm not mentally prepared for what's about to happen

I dont want to see Ryan's ass

I have been subjected to so many naked bodies over the past week, I'm over it.

EW

I HATE IT HERE

WHERE DID THE RELATIONSHIP COME FROM???

THEYVE NEVER EVEN SAID TWO WORDS TO EACHOTHER

Awww, he's trying to be a good dad

Can you put your pants on please

Does this relationship actually bring anything to the plot?

*eyeroll*

Jesus christ

Why are they acting like they've never been there before??

Seriously, why.

Um ok riddler calm down

Oh, never mind

Have you just learnt to swear??

Umm??

Bonding moment?

Are we not going to talk about that???

Yeah, Eli and Derek are the only good thing about this movie.

What the fuck

Have I mentioned that I hate it here?

Umm

Wow, they really are using that r rating to the fullest, huh.

Why is she naked.

She didn't die naked, so why is she naked?

Umm

Oh

COACH!!!!!

Why am I doing this to myself

Best scene in that whole movie

The lip filler on this one

Why are her nails painted and done perfectly??

Are you kidding me?

You're going to tell me that Allison, who just came back from the dead, can beat a werecoyote, two police officers AND a true alpha?

Um ew

Dramatic ass

Ok bro, you are over acting rn

What the actual fuck

Why are you walking like that?

Mother?

Liar liar

Lol

Oh my god

Jesus

She went straight for the head

What

You're going to sit there and tell me that a human woman is stronger than a at full health werewolf?

Kitsune really said 🧍🏻‍♀️

Just heal? Why aren't you healing?

'Yeah, but I'm a good demon.' yeah bby you are

BOO BITCH

WHY HAVE YOU NOT HEALED?

I've witnessed the Derek Hale take worse hits then that and walk around like its nothing.

Ok, that was pretty cool.

Why are they taking out normal humans?

PETER

You've been spending too much time with cowboys

Jesus christ.

You two just need to kiss already

No, it's Kira. You need Kira. You don't need Lydia, you need Kira.

What in the CGI fuck was that

I seriously hate it here.

I really dont give a shit

Lady, you dont even know this child.

Her quiver was literally just empty.

Oh my god

*deep sigh*

Are Tyler Hoechlin and Ian Bohen the only actor that continued a ting after Teen Wolf ended?

You're such a shit-stirrer Peter

It should have been you, instead of Brett & Lori.

Oop, she ded

Oh, they got dusted.

Why did I just gasp?

Oh ok, just throw him down the stairs why don't you.

Oh my god

NOW SPARTA KICK HIM

Are you an idiot?

That was so unnecessary pt 3

Yeah like I cant fucking see the puddle of blood sitting right there.

I'm so uncomfortable

How has the acting gotten worse?

You guys are fully grown werewolves, it's a piece of fucking rope.

I didn't care about your relationship then and I still don't now.

It's the fucking teacher isn't it.

I miss Brett so much. Isaac too.

You're getting to Joker rn dude.

PROTECTIVE DAD DEREK

How has the eye cgi gotten worse?

Called it

That's so sad

Has everyone in this movie just forgotten how to act?

Yeah, I really dont care.

Yeah, that's not how it works bruh

See, should have recruited Peter ages ago.

YOU STUPID BITCH

HE BETTER BE OK, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

Missed you Jords

How tf would you know?

Do the roar

Holy fuck

Fully body goosebumps rn

Oh shit

Oof

Umm what?

He's a unicorn

Bout fucking time

That was so fucking cool

Ew, no.

Jesus fucking christ

I see some Johnny Cage in you Sheriff.

Umm ew

You look like a really fucked up seal

Please shift back. Your wolf faces are really ugly.

Jordan, can you please do something.

'You can't catch me! I'm the ginger bread man.'

Gets worse everytime.

Headbutt

Jords, had him just fine. Derek didn't have to sacrifice himself.

Unnecessary death so it doesn't count.

What is with the writers and burning the Hales.

AND IN FRONT OF HIS CHILD AND PERVIOUSLY BURNT UNCLE????

Bullshit

That didn't happen. Derek is fine.

Get out of my fucking house.

Ew

That didn't happen either.

I fucking hate you.

You're full on making me cry rn.

Pretty sure Derek was the first teen wolf character I ever liked, this hits deep.

Oh honey

No.

You seriously think that Peter and Cora would let Allison and Scott raise that child?

Ew, stop.

Have fun in hell bitch.

Am I supposed to know who that is?

Eli, what the fuck are you doing?

#teen wolf #teen wolf the movie #liam dunbar #eli hale #derek hale #scott mccall #lydia martin #peter hale #alan deaton #chris argent #melissa mccall #nogitsune #malia tate #jordan parrish #allison argent #sheriff stilinski

[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 36

(Gif by @ banditthewriter)

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: In the aftermath of a bomb and a mad man setting his sights on Karen you scramble to keep up[mention of bombing, carnage]

You'd seen so much in your line of work. Babies being born, people dying. Hell you'd seen the body of the woman who had very well saved your life by getting her parents to take you in when you were both kids lying in a coffin next to her kids who were your world. 

You never imagined the carnage that a bomb wreaked. Curtis had told you stories. He'd lost his leg in a bomb. The reality of rushing from victim to victim, saving who you could and being forced to walk away from those you knew you were too far gone. Bombs had went off at the ATF field office, the 10th precinct of NYPD and the courthouse. You and Alice had been working for hours on end responding to call after call.

When you made it back to the station house you were basically forcing your feet to move. You felt shaken and wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in the asshole responsible yourself. You felt your phone vibrate and realized you hadn't bothered checking it. You pulled it out your pocket and grimaced when you saw all the missed calls and texts. Alice saw you and nodded "Yeah I gotta go call Kenzie" 

You pulled your jacket further around you and stepped back outside. The last missed call was from Matt so you hit his number first. "Y/N! Thank god" you half smiled at hearing his voice.

"I'm good Matt. It's horrible out there but my job is running in after the fact" you heard Foggy's voice in the background "is that Y/N? Is she ok?" A full smile slipped onto your face when you heard Foggy "Tell Foggy I'm fine. I'm sorry for worrying you two. It's just been one call after another, ya know?"

"I know. It's just a relief to hear your voice. I know you've probably got other calls to return like Karen who's called us asking if we've heard from you. Y/N just because we aren't sleeping together anymore doesn't mean I don't care about you" before you could respond you heard Foggy holler "Jesus I don't need that mental image! And I still love her more than you do!" You laughed and said "I love you both ok? I gotta go" "Bye Y/N" 

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After returning Karen, Curtis' and Mrs Johnson's calls you hit the number you'd saved under the name of one of your friends from college and waited until Frank answered "Y/N are you ok?" "Yea. I'm good. Been working my ass off but I'm ok"  you could hear the relief in his voice and mentally kicked yourself, of course his mind would go to the darkest place first. He let out a breath then said "Good to hear. Keep in contact ya hear?" "Yes sir" you said with a smile then he hung up so you knew he was satisfied you were still alive and in one piece.

You scrolled back to the last missed call and almost didn't click it when you realized who's number it was but hit it anyways. It rang twice before he answered "I'm almost surprised you called me back"

You rolled your eyes and headed back into the bays "What do you want Billy? Shouldn't you be checking on Dinah in this aftermath?" "Oh she's home. Her partner was nearly killed and is in a coma, the rest of her team wasn't so lucky so she's taken some time off" his words were so simple but it still twisted that knife a little further and you started to wonder if Matt would be up for a night just to get your mind off images of Billy and Dinah but that would fuck up your friendship with Matt.

"I know. I responded to the nine one one call. Still doesn't answer why the hell you're calling me. You made it clear a long time ago I'm no concern to you. I'm not with our mutual friend at the moment. I'm working to clean up behind the psychopath bombing our city" you pressed the palm of your hand against your eyes trying to rub away some of the tension there that had been building all day and now was trying to accumulate from this unwanted call.

"Maybe because when the news of the bombs hit the first thought I had was first responders would be right in the cross hairs of this asshole. I don't care how bad you hate me I still had to make sure you're alive to do so" the phone went dead in your hand and you weren't surprised that he'd hung up. You refused to play into whatever angle he was getting at by calling you. It had to be an angle you refused to think even a small part of him may still care about you.

You didn't have a lot of time to debate with yourself because another call rang out.

You were off and just hanging around your apartment. You were dead on your feet and was headed back in the following day for back to back shifts.

You had your radio playing for background noise and nearly jumped over the back of your couch to turn up the volume when you heard Ricky Langtry announce that his guests were Senator Ori who you personally couldn't stand and Karen. She'd gotten a letter from the bomber and her responding editorial you knew had probably damn near given Frank a coronary because it'd worried the hell out of you. 

Ricky went through introductions before saying "Karen your response of a rather pissy editorial calling the guy a terrorist leaves little doubt but do you have any sympathy for this guy?" You scoffed before Karen quickly answered "No. None at all"

You sat through listening to Ori try to use the bombings as a reason to take any guns away from citizens and rolled your eyes. A laugh fell from your lips when he said "Miss Page, wouldn't you say in this day and age there's no need for an ordinary citizen to carry a gun?" God was this guy barking up the wrong tree. Karen's sigh was audible even through the radio. "Have you ever been scared, Senator? Genuinely afraid for your life? In a situation where a gun and the willingness to use it might mean the difference between life and death?" 

You could feel yourself bristle up and could just imagine the look on Karen's face when Ori said "Guns are a toxin on this society. In the wrong hands they wreak terrible results. It's only a little over a year since this city was terrorized by the punisher" like what Frank did was anywhere near the senseless carnage you'd seen in the aftermath of the bombs. "That's hardly the same thing! Frank Castle killed murderers and drugs dealers" You smiled at her defending Frank so adamantly.

Ori scoffed "But where's the line Karen? Frank Castle decided he knew better than the law and was tried for killing thirty seven people" You wanted to call Ori up and say that was thirty seven that was known about but knew better than to do that. Karen's only response was "Frank Castle isn't a terrorist" and you could practically see her jaw tensing with her words.

Ricky cut in to say "Frank Castle was a hero to many that saw he was doing what the cops failed to do" yeah you knew you listened to his show for some reason. The radio cut out for a few seconds then when it came back Ricky said "Ok New York. We have a caller on the line who says he's the bomber" a beat passed and then he said "Can I get a name?"

An eerily familiar voice responded "My name isn't important. Only my actions" where did you know that voice?

Ricky took a breath "Ok you're talking to New York" the bomber asked "Why'd you say those things about me Karen?" You closed your eyes praying for once she may decide to back down but her response was "Because I despise everything you've done" Christ she needed to ease up. The bomber went on a rant saying "This country is being cannibalized by people like Ori. Shipping our jobs overseas, selling us out then taking our guns so we can't do anything about it"

Karen laughed humorlessly "You're such a coward. Those people you killed? They weren't making policy. They were secretaries and janitors and beat cops. Ordinary people. How does that help your cause? Maybe the government did something awful to you. I don't know your story but awful things happen to people every day and they don't murder people because of it!" The bombers response was "You're just a pawn, like the rest of them and Senator Ori. What a joke. You don't represent anyone but yourself. The war is just beginning and you're all on the wrong side. Sic Semper Tyrannis" that's when it clicked. 

Ricky called the show and you knew since the FBI was handling this case they would no doubt get Karen back to the bulletin and have it surrounded so you hit the number for Frank. The moment he answered you said "His name is Lewis Wilson. He drives a cab and he's twenty six" "I'll get David to find his ass" you could feel your hands shaking with the images of the bombings victims and the mere thought of that happening to Karen "Don't let him hurt her Frank" "We're not losing her sweetheart. Watch your back ok?" "Ok. Call me" 

The line went dead in your hand so you grabbed your jacket then slipped shoes on. You slid your purse over your shoulder and double checked the contents. Your plan was to head to the bulletin.

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The moment you walked into the door an agent stopped you.  "ID ma'am?" "She practically works here. I'll vouch for her" Ellison told the agent so he let you pass. You grinned at Ellison "Second thought, I'm gonna need an ID" he rolled his eyes "She's in her office. She's shook up but safe"

You walked into Karen's office and she glanced up when she saw you "Y/N" you cut your eyes at the agent in the room with her so she asked if you and her could have some privacy. 

Once he walked out she shut the door "He's pissed..i think he's going after the guy" you didn't want to lie to her so you simply nodded. Bad news for you was Karen already had picked up most of your facial expressions and their meaning "Do you know who it is?" You shrugged "Maybe? But Karen I agree with him. This guy needs to be put down" "Christ Y/N!" She sat down heavily on her desk and ran a hand across her face.

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You were sitting on her desk looking over her shoulder at her notes when Ellison walked in. He looked a bit pissed so you got to your feet. He looked from Karen to you.  "Tell me. Did you two know?" "Know what?" You asked and he clicked on the television in the corner of the room.

A news report was playing then cut into footage of Frank sliding across the hood of a patrol car. The headline read "THE PUNISHER ALIVE" your hand flew to your mouth in shock and so did Karen's. 

"Shit" you gasped staring at the screen. 

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

#au billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo au #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

[combatfaerie]

Ficlet: First Family Christmas

Story: 2020: First Family Christmas Word count: 1,055 Relationship(s): Becky/Seth Also available at: AO3 and Wattpad and dreamwidth Summary: Becky and Seth celebrate their first Christmas as parents.

"You didn't have to get me anything," Seth insists, looking over at Roux in her cradle seat. "She's the best present." Before, he'd always thought baby clothes were somewhat ridiculous, but now he can't get over how cute baby onesies are.

Becky just laughs. "She's mine too, you know. You have to share."

"I guess." He pulls Becky onto his lap and kisses her. Their daughter isn't even a month old—the fact that he'll have to measure age in months, even weeks, for a while boggles him—but Becky is already getting antsy and doing what workouts she can. Privately, he wishes she would slow down and enjoy the break for a month or two, but he also understands the urge to get back to routine. She'll be out of action for months, maybe even a full year, and there's no way she's going to be sitting on the couch watching TV all that time. "We made a cute kid," he remarks, glancing over at Roux. "Maybe we should do it again sometime."

"It's a date." Becky rests her head against his shoulder and gazes up at their Christmas tree. Normally decorating the Christmas tree is one of her favourite things, but she was so far along in the pregnancy that her stamina just wasn't there. She did what she could and Seth and his mother did the rest, and it looks lovely. Roux always wants to sit as close as possible to it; even now she's making grabby hands, the multi-coloured lights reflecting in her eyes. "Although maybe we should do like Miz and Maryse and have kids close together so the older one can't really complain."

Seth shakes his head. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere. Well, I'm going back to work in January, I suppose," he allows, "but you know what I mean." When Roux makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a coo, Becky slides off his lap. "I've got this one," he offers, reaching over and plucking his daughter from her chair. She feels incredibly tiny and delicate and he's always worried he's going to break her somehow, even though Becky constantly tells him he's doing an amazing job. When he can't smell anything foul, he breathes a sigh of relief. "Not a poop call, then."

Becky laughs. "No. She just wants her dada. She already knows how comfortable you are. Look." Seth has barely lifted Roux into his arms and she's already clutching at his shirt, resting her head over his heart. "I guess if I have to share," Becky laments with a sigh, "she would be the one to get first dibs."

"I've got room over here, you know," Seth replies, tapping the other side of his chest. The fact that he's holding a whole human with one hand is terrifying and amazing and about a dozen other things all at once. Roman and Marek did their best to prepare him, but there was nothing like holding his own baby for the first time. "Unless you think she's going to smack you in the face again."

"I'm sure that was purely accidental. Right, Roux?" Becky rests her head on the other side of Seth's chest and leans across to kiss Roux's cheek. The baby startles a bit, then giggles, snuggling in closer. Stroking the back of Roux's hand with her thumb, Becky sighs. "I'm glad she came before Christmas. I wouldn't want her having a holiday birthday, you know? That's no fun."

"Just imagine how fun she'll be next year," Seth points out. "Ripping open presents—"

"Getting tired and cranky from too many things and too many people," Becky adds, patting Seth's stomach. "But yeah, toy shopping will definitely be more fun. Although right now we have the advantage that everything amuses her. Socks will lose their appeal pretty soon."

Seth tries to muffle his laughter so he doesn't startle Roux, who's starting to fall asleep. "And she doesn't care about clothes or shoes. Not that caring about them is a bad thing," he adds quickly when Becky looks up at him sharply. She's not as into fashion as many of the women on the roster, but she does have a large sunglasses collection—Understandable for someone who lives in Los Angeles, he allows—and a fondness for sneakers. "Just means we could pick up fun stuff for her overseas, right?"

"Nice save," Becky murmurs, stroking Roux's hair. She's already insisting their daughter is going to look like him and Seth can't see it yet, but it still delights him. "We'll have to think about whether we want to bring her with us when we wrestle out of the country. To the UK for sure, so my family can see her, but any further... I don't know."

Seth nods. They've both spent enough time on planes to know that a bawling infant is inevitable. "It would be a lot to juggle," he agrees, "especially when we both have media to do...."

"I'm sure Auntie Bayley would help out." Roux stirs a bit at the mention of one of her aunties, and it makes Becky laugh. Roux hasn't met any of her wrestling aunties or uncles in person yet, but they've all seen pictures and fawned over her on video chats. Bayley and Naomi are her favourite aunties, while Roman and Jon and Finn are her favourite uncles. Seth figures once she meets Big E, however, that might all change.

"Except we might not ever get her back. And we don't want that, do we? Huh?" Seth pats Roux's back gently and she wriggles a bit. It almost reminds him of his dog Kevin wanting to be petted more.

"I'm sure we'd have no problem getting her back once it was diaper-changing time," Becky replies. Then she looks back over to the tree. "We still have presents to unwrap, you know." Most of the gifts are for Roux—from friends, family, even higher-ups in WWE—but she and Seth still have some to open too. Asuka had already sent Becky a mother's care package, but there were still gifts from her under the tree as well.

Roux makes a soft honking sound and Seth recognizes this one: it means she's almost asleep. "They can wait," he whispers, hugging Becky closer. "This is good for now."

#combatfaerie fic #brollins fic #rollynch fic

[voraciousvore]

In the Belly of the Giant (2/39)

Chapter 2

Joey was in a hurry to get to the school. He clocked into his shift and waited impatiently through the usual morning briefing, tapping his foot under the table the whole time. His work partner, Ray, was dragging his feet and insisted on getting coffee first to wake up. At long last, Joey managed to herd Ray into their police cruiser and shot out of the parking structure, squealing the tires as he drove. 

“Geez, Joey! You almost made me spill my coffee!” Ray snapped. “Slow down! What’s the rush?” Ray was a big, beefy giant, with short black hair and a mustache. Whereas Joey was an eager, fresh recruit to the force, Ray was several years older and had more experience. He oftentimes had to reign in Joey’s overzealous enthusiasm regarding the job. Despite this fact, though, he could still act quite juvenile himself. Joey and Ray got along well, and made a good team. 

“Sorry. I’m just excited is all,” Joey admitted. “Do you mind if we stop at the high school just up the road? I have an errand to run. I promise it’ll be quick.” 

“Yeah, fine,” Ray conceded. “It would probably be a good idea to establish a stronger presence there anyways, considering all the abductions that have been going on in that area.” The mood in the car darkened and the two giant men went quiet. The school was only a few blocks away from the police station, so Joey pulled up to the curb in a matter of minutes. 

“I’ll just be a few minutes,” Joey assured Ray as he stepped out of the car. 

“Take your time! I’m gonna go grab some donuts for breakfast. I’ll call you if anything comes up,” Ray replied cheerfully. Any sort of tasty food was enough to make Ray chipper, even early in the morning. 

Joey rolled his eyes. “My goodness Ray, could you be any more stereotypical? You make the rest of us real cops look bad!” Ray only grinned. Joey chuckled and waved before leaving to enter the school. As he strolled up to the large metal gate, he noticed that new security cameras had been installed on the outside to observe all visitors and the sidewalks outside. He nodded his approval and pushed open the gate with a metallic squeal. 

As Joey walked along the sidewalks, past the courtyard, and into the halls of the main building, he moved slowly, and was careful to watch his step, sweeping his eyes across the ground in front of his feet for miniature bicycles or pedestrians. The last thing he wanted to do was step on a small human in his path. He was accustomed to this ritual, since he lived with his tiny girlfriend anyways. He arrived in between classes, so the halls were full of students, mostly giants but also some humans scurrying underfoot. 

Joey felt bad for the humans, with how pathetically small they were. He couldn’t imagine what life must be like for them, being so puny. He had a vague idea with Eren, but she was a tough woman, and she had Joey to keep her safe. Who was watching out for these students? After all the horrific things that had happened to Eren, the trailblazer for the human students, he had to wonder what sort of insane or negligent human parents would send their kids to a giant school. Probably revolting people like Eren’s former mother. Eren never spoke of her old mom, but he knew the break had pained her deeply for a long time, like a splinter in her heart. Joey believed that if he ever met the hag, he would wring her body out like a dishrag in his giant hands and crack her spine for what she did to his girlfriend. Thank goodness Eren at least had a loving father in her life. 

Joey, being conscientious enough not to kick or step on any humans with his huge clumsy feet, made it to Mr. Henderson’s office without incident. He knocked on the door, opening it before the principal had a chance to reply. 

“Joey!” Mr. Henderson exclaimed, his eyes brightening. “I didn’t expect you this soon! Are you ready to see it?” 

“Hell yeah!” Joey replied enthusiastically. Mr. Henderson cautiously pulled a microscopic, velvety blue box out of his desk that was engulfed by the plump tips of his fingers. Using the edge of his nail, he flipped the top of the box open on its hinges and handed the box over to Joey. Joey raised his glasses and squinted at the extremely minute box in his palm, struggling to see its contents. Something inside gleamed gold and bright. 

“I wouldn’t recommend taking the ring out of the box yourself. Let Eren do it. Giants like us would just lose such an infinitesimal thing,” Mr. Henderson instructed. 

Joey sighed with longing. “I wish I could see it better. I’m sure it’s lovely.” He narrowed his eyes one more time, barely making out a speck of sparkle that he could only assume was a diamond on the slightly larger speck of gold. 

“Are you prepared to be my son-in-law?” Mr. Henderson asked with a light chuckle. “When are you planning to propose?” 

“Now that I have the ring, as soon as possible. I want to take Eren out to a nice restaurant, make it romantic.” His cheeks blushed a light pink at the thought. He imagined getting down on one knee, with his tiny girlfriend standing at eye level on the table. Her face lighting up with delight when she spied the little object lost in the folds of his palm. She’d step up into his hand, put on the ring, the symbol of his love and commitment to her, admire it. Maybe she’d even cry tears of joy. Maybe he would too. He would kiss her passionately. Make glorious love to her later when they were in the privacy of their new apartment. Joey’s body and heart were fired up at the delicious fantasy that could soon become reality. 

“That sounds nice,” Mr. Henderson remarked, bringing Joey back into the moment. Another wave of fresh blush spread across Joey’s face as he realized he was fantasizing dirty thoughts in front of Eren’s father. 

“Yeah,” Joey mumbled, trying to suppress his embarrassment and recover his composure. Changing the subject, he inquired, “Was the ring difficult to obtain?” 

“Not at all,” Mr. Henderson answered with a tranquil smile. “I’m on good terms with our human suppliers for the school, so they’re happy to help with special requests. With a hefty mark-up charge, of course.” He shrugged. “But that’s part of doing business. It’s not like us giants can just climb over the wall and get it ourselves. At least, not without breaking the law and terrifying the poor little defenseless humans on the other side.” 

“Yeah, you definitely wouldn’t want to do that! I’d have to arrest you myself,” Joey said with a laugh. He slipped the tiny ring box into his breast pocket, being exceedingly careful not to smash it between his fingertips. Mr. Henderson unexpectedly grimaced and gripped his midsection with his hands. Joey frowned. “Are you alright, Mr. Henderson?” 

Mr. Henderson paused for a moment, a pained expression on his features, before resuming conversation. “I’ll be fine. I’ve been experiencing some stomach pain lately, as well as frequent headaches, but I have a doctor’s appointment scheduled for later today to get myself looked at. It’s probably just stress.” 

“Stress? Have you been under a lot of stress?” Joey asked, furrowing his brow with concern. He had noticed Mr. Henderson was starting to accumulate some gray hairs. 

Mr. Henderson sighed. “When you’re the principal of an integration school, everything is stressful. I constantly have to worry about the safety of my human students in particular. Especially, you know… with the latest disappearances…” He lapsed into silence, a shadowy gloom contorting his visage. Joey felt a pit of dread in his stomach at the unsavory thought. 

“We’ve put in more security measures, as I’m sure you observed with your sharp instincts. The cameras and all. The board of directors has finally listened to my suggestions and implemented a stronger, qualitative vetting process for admissions, so our giant student body population is more amenable to the humans. We’re also looking to hire one or two humans for our staff, for additional support. However…” Mr. Henderson swallowed hard. “I suspect the problem is leeching in from the outside. I… just don’t know what else to do about it.” 

“We’ll stay vigilant on our end,” Joey promised firmly, clenching his hand into a fist. He hated to think what could’ve happened to the missing students. “Just do what you can, and take care of yourself, okay? They need you here.” 

“Alright,” Mr. Henderson said, smiling faintly. His eyes lit up as he recalled something. “Oh, can you relay a message to Eren? I have a date on Saturday. I haven’t met the woman in person yet, but she seems to be a very nice giantess.” 

“Good for you! I’ll tell her,” Joey agreed. Eren had been pushing for her dad to start dating again for a while now. Mr. Henderson had been devastated when his wife left him many years ago, and ever since had closed himself off to any other potential romantic partners. After he adopted Eren, he began to open up his heart again to the idea of having a family, including dating giantesses to find a loyal wife. Eren encouraged this change, wanting the best for her father, but Mr. Henderson was resistant to some extent, until more recently. When Eren moved out with Joey, he had felt lonely in her absence, an empty nester, longing for companionship. And maybe a bit more. 

Joey bid adieu to the principal and exited back into the hallway. Coming to the school was nostalgic for him, considering he spent four years of his life here. He meandered through the halls, peeking into the library as he passed by and recalling bittersweet memories of his youth. He had been lonely for a significant part of his time here, shy and socially awkward and unable to maintain lasting friendships. If not for Eren, his overall experience at the high school may have been very different, since she was the catalyst for breaking Joey out of his shell. As he walked past the classrooms, he exchanged small waves with many of his old teachers, with whom he probably had better relationships with than the majority of his peers.  

Joey stepped out the doors of the main building into the bright, warm sunshine. He looked up to behold a spotless blue expanse of sky, devoid of any clouds. Joey loved the perfect weather of summer and wished it would last forever. He strolled through the courtyard, dipping his fingers absently in the cool water of the fountain as he walked by. The giant followed the sidewalks to the iron gate. He placed his hand on the gate, about to push it open, when he heard something odd: a small whimper emanating from the hedge. 

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

#g/t writing #g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #giant tiny #size difference #in the belly of the giant

[knightsofsomethingorother]

Right so. Before ANYTHING... you need to see the intro to this show.

Let it sink in. Bask in it. Writhe in it.

Okay now that that's out of the way, our story starts with a stupidly long and slow 'battle' between these dudes...

And Camelot which only has 3 people in it.

Merlin, Womanlady, and Guinevere. Anyway Guinevere's kidnapped by a bird man. Roll with it.

He knocks Merlin over and then everyone fucks off.

What, did you expect more? That's what happens. THAT'S ALL THAT FUCKING HAPPENS. YOU DON'T GET MORE.

So anyway, the question is... where the fuck is everybody. And there's an answer. Turns out Arthur and the Questy Boys all got locked in the... Let me check my notes here... 'Cave of Glass'. What is that? I don't know! I hope we find out though.

Anyway.

Merlin monologues at the round table for a wee bit, filling the audience in on all of that, then Nimue shows up, tells him what to do and then he reaches through time to summon... reincarnations..? Alternate versions..? A group of Dudes where two people are named 'Arthur' and 'Lance'. Some destiny something I don't really care about. But what do I care about?

AMERICAN FOOT BAAALLLLLL!

AMERICAN FOOTBALL.

So number 12 up there who just scored the Winning Touchdown there is Arthur. Or new Arthur, at least. His name is Arthur King and I am dead on the inside. He's the special boy, I'm to assume.

Anyway they win the game and then this group of VERY CLEARLY HIGH SCHOOL BOYS drive a BUS on their OWN to NEW YORK CITY.

In this bus we get to see the rest of the team.

So uh... This came out in '92. There is a Single Asian Character and Two Black Characters. We will see how well the series treats them but so far the Asian guy has talked once and he's a nerd who likes Museum and only one of the black guys has spoken and his name is 'Tone' and he talks like a black guy named tone in a 1990s cartoon would talk so... Hopes aren't high.

Anyway this UNSUPERVISED FOOT BALL TEAM OF HIGH SCHOOL BOYS DRIVING A BUS ON THEIR LONESOME are 100 miles from New York and a storm is moving in. Arthur King (hghghhg) tells the kid driving to take a shortcut he just so happens to know.

Sidenote. This is my favorite guy. I've decided already. This is also a good time to say that aside from Arthur and Lance there are no other allusions to actual Knights of the Round Table. Not even indirectly. Thank CHRIST.

Anyway they eat shit and fall down a cliff for like 3 full minutes and end up in Camelot.

I need to say that I WISH I knew how to make Youtube Poops because this is a fucking GOLDMINE. Every other line read is just... Mwah. Perfection. They don't sound human. They sounds like AI before AI was a thing.

So they end up in Camelot. Get some new clothes. Merlin sends them to fight some guys. They're down with it and don't really object. They fight some guys. All the while the football boys are talking about AMERICAN GODDAMN FOOTBAAAAALLLLL. The end.

Sound rushed? That's because it is! This is a clunky trainwreck and if I was a wee bab in the year 1992 I wouldn't be interested in this at all. The only character I like thus far is Bus Boy who I will call Bus Boy from here on out because I refuse to use his actual name who is the only Guy with like... a likeable personality (so far). His voice actor is also doing a really good job and that does go a long way. The football team just kind of accept shit immediately with little pushback and that's just not compelling. Plus most of the runtime is dedicated to Merlin expositing stuff at us. It's not over-the-top campy and it's not FUN. At least not yet. They've got 25 more episodes to be fun.

Also is this design for one of the baddies racist?

Yeah so in summary 2 AMERICAN FOOTBALLS out of 5

#bohbot #KA:TKJ #old cartoon review #arthurian shitposting #long post #Youtube

[samtheflamingomain]

strike one

As someone whose working life actually started in a union, and a mother (derogatory) who was a union activist (abusers can be outwardly good people blah blah), I have a pretty solid understanding of the ins-and-outs of unions.

I got my first job at 14 in a chain grocery store floral stand. I was automatically in a union. It never affected me until my manager warned me we might be on strike soon. I asked why and he looked at me, fresh out of 8th grade, making less than minimum wage (because it's actually legal to pay students less even though I was working almost full-time) with no benefits and still technically on probation and thus not entitled to the 10% off groceries card that came with the job and remembered volunteering to take my mothers' cart thru the checkout to get us that 10% off till I did get my card, and this is a run on sentence for good reason. He said, "I can't give you a good reason."

"Can you give me *a* reason?"

"Full-timers are holding out for a health care insurance increase." Oh. Okay. I'm a child and don't understand 85% of those words.

Luckily we didn't strike, but looking back, I completely disagree with his initial statement. He *did* give me a good reason - or at least a fairly decent one. For 2007, downright progressive.

But a few days pass and next time I see him I ask my manager about it and he says not to worry [about the strike, not about him], we made a deal. To me this sounded kinda shady, because I'm a child and have only heard the term "make a deal" used on CSI when someone is getting stabbed etc. I asked what the deal was.

"We got 85% [health care] coverage." Oh, that's good. The more the better, right? I'm a child.

He looks at me as if I'd just spoken tongues. "Why would you even care? It doesn't affect you, you're technically part-time [and thus not entitled to ANY health care]?"

Maybe now's a good time to say that he's a boomer. The concept of someone actually wanting someone else to have something they don't have genuinely shocked him.

I think it's also the time to mention that I'm Canadian - when we bargain over health care, we're talking eyes/teeth/mental health care - all should be included but they're not.

"Because... everyone should have full health coverage?" It just sent him.

I may have mentioned that I was a kid through all of this - because even as a marginalized class of worker, I still held solidarity with the people in my department.

Now, I'm a cook by trade but an artist by passion (and occasionally commission). I work in 2 departments. And even though the SAG-AFTRA are higher-ups and full-timers and I am not, I still hold solidarity.

I fully believe we should ALL support this strike, but I'd like to appeal to the artists among us, and the creative within all of us:

If any of us ever want to be fairly compensated for art - generated by a human with a soul and passion - we have to support "higher ups" getting fairly compensated for same.

Remember how I said I was a kid earlier? And I came to that ~incredibly enlightened~ position? Yeah, it was a kid just shoehorning the concept of "union bargaining" into "The Golden Rule". Because it doesn't take a lot of thought to show our work on that exercise.

It really is that simple. Treat the writers and actors the way you, a hopeful fiction writer or a local theatre actor, or you, an Etsy jewelry maker or custom portraiteer, the freelance taxedermist, the for-hire graphic designer, would like to be treated. With, at minimum, fairness.

The situations aren't 1:1, and of course I'm in favor of all of us getting a fair deal, if we want to set a precedent, now has never been a better time.

Stay Greater, Flamingos

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