#demon babies sold separately

[bunsofhoney]

Son of a Preacher (working title)

Peter Parker grew up in the church. His father and grandfather were pastors before they died. His uncle Ben was too, and raised Peter to follow in their footsteps. But religion just…doesn't make sense anymore. Not after visiting the library in Albany and reading about Darwin and Tesla and Einstein. So he slipped away, started writing for the local paper, dreamed of moving to the Big Apple and maybe learning to take pictures like Ansel Adams.

That was the plan until Uncle Ben died, from the same cancer that killed Peter's father and grandfather. The little town was left without a minister, and his Aunt May practically begged him to fill in. So here he is, preaching a religion that he doesn't believe in, that couldn't save his righteous and moral uncle, and couldn't prevent the devastation of the Great War. He's stuck in this podunk town, managing its dwindling flock and tiny newspaper.

Then a traveling snake-oil salesman rolls into town. This smooth-talking man with the scars covering his body seems to really be helping people, somehow. Is it the cocaine in the soda-water that he's hocking as medicine? Or is something deeper going on, something that defies both the religion Peter grew up in and the science he's adopted? Mr. Wilson keeps hanging around the church, sending Peter sideways glances and joking innuendos. It's infuriating. And captivating. Peter needs to learn his secrets, but the journey will take him down a dark path and away from the life he's always known.

. . .

Wade hasn't been the same since he met Mr. Sinister. That's his name for the voice in his head, anyway…the one that gives him premonitions, that tells him how to cure people and take away pain by branding it onto his skin and into his now seemingly immortal body. The same voice that promised he could heal Virginia, for a price…but failed to mention the fire that would take her life a few weeks later. Mr. Sinnister probably has a real name that sounds vaguely Latin and has too many Z's, but Wade has forgotten what it is.

After Ginny died, he packed up and hit the road, vowing to use his powers for…something useful, anyway. But faith healing doesn't actually pay the bills; those most in need usually can't afford his services. Sweet, cocaine-laced fizzy water…now that's where the money is. People will buy anything if it promises good health and vital spirits, and gets you nice and high while doing it (especially during prohibition). And Wade can slip in some actual healing on the side.

When he finds himself in Saratoga County in upstate New York, he starts hearing about the healing powers of the local springs, and thinks maybe it's something he can "tap into", so to speak. But then he sits in on a sermon at a small church (he likes to keep Mr. Sinister on his toes), and this cute young preacher talking about evolution and relativity…now that's something he can really tap into. Between the dark and sulphur-laden local hot springs, the TB sanitorium up the road, and the brooding young man on the pulpit, Wade and the voice in his head both like it in this little one-horse town.

Or: supernatural powers AU set in rural New York State in the 1920s. Featuring religious internal conflict, sexy demon possession, a reverse baptism, and a real life TB clinic where Wade gets to play Patch Adams. A WIP for the Spideypool Priest Fest.

#on a scale of 1-10 would you even read this #also if anyone wants to illustrate this i will have your demon babies #demon babies sold separately #spideypool #spiderpool #wade wilson #peter parker #fanfic #marvel au #Son of a Preacher #wip #my work #Spideypool Priest Fest #priest fest #snake oil

[nunalastor]

Hello! I have a question for you: what happens if we mix Snow White + Tangled in an AU (+ only one hour of sleep, a lot of coffee and chocolate cake). Well you get this.

Snow White + Tangled AU (or something like that)

When Charlie was born, Lilith felt very insecure because of all the attention she was receiving from Lucifer, plus she never liked feeling vulnerable and under the command of another, and that was what pregnancy and the commitment to having a baby did to her feel.

Lilith contacts Roo/Eve to take Charlie, she doesn't care what she does with her, she just doesn't want her around.

Roo/Eve, although she has many reasons to despise Lilith and Lucifer, has nothing against the girl, but she also does not want to have her around, she thinks about killing her but don't have enough interest to make the effort. Furthermore, even if she did it to make the girl's parents suffer, the fact that they voluntarily handed her over to her misses the whole point (Roo/Eve thinks Lucifer agreed)

Roo/Eve decides to give Charlie to her new favorite toy that arrived in hell a few months ago and has already made a reputation as the Radio Demon.

One day Alastor opens the door of his house and sees a baby in a basket with a note that says "Take care of her", signed by the entity to whom he sold his soul before he died. Thinking that the note means that he must take care of her (the other option was to delete her, Roo didn't care), he raises her as his own daughter.

Alastor does not keep Charlie hidden in a tower, he don't know who the girl is or where she came from, he only knows that her name is Charlie because her name was sewn in her clothes (decorated with a duckling...strange), he simply keeps her somewhat separated from the rest of hell until she is old enough to defend herself, and she even spent her childhood surrounded by children in Cannibal Town, where her Aunt Rosie sometimes took care of her.

When Charlie is old enough to ask where babies come from, Alastor sees no point in hiding the truth from her; he found her in a basket on the doorstep of his house. He doesn't bring it up again because he doesn't see the need to repeat it, and Charlie thinks her dad is joking, but then decides that even if it's true, it makes no difference, he's her dad no matter what.

Years go by and Charlie grows up seeing all the types of sinners that exist, there are those who deserve much worse and there are those who just had bad luck in life. Like her father, she don't believe in redemption, but she does believe that she can improve some lives, having a community like her Aunt Rosie's, focused on the most "innocent" sinners or those who are in a very bad situation. Even her dad is willing to support her, for entertainment purposes, but it's still his support that matters. It is during her search for land to start her idea or some sinners who are interested that she meets Vaggie, but after living with cannibals she knows the smell of blood well, so she realizes that there is something strange about it. When she takes her to her father he confirms her suspicions, Alastor helps her interrogate her and Vaggie confesses that she is a fallen angel. Charlie is disappointed in heaven, not that she idealized it, but she realizes that it is no different from hell. Alastor takes advantage of the situation, demanding that Vaggie swear loyalty to both of them and take care of Charlie when necessary, in exchange, they will take care of her.

When Charlie finds a place to start her idea, everything financed by her, plus the help of her father and her aunt Rosie (they always taught her that she should work for what she wanted, but she is still their child), Charlie finally opens her Safety Hotel (her dad insisted on "Hazbin Hotel", and she can't help but agree that "Safety" sounds kind of silly), and despite the bad experience with the televisions because of her father's ex-friend, she decides to go promote the hotel on a television show, hopefully just once, plus her dad promised to dedicate a section to the hotel on his radio show.

After that interview that went...surprisingly well, she begins to receive some unimportant sinners who have not yet sold their souls, many of them are recent arrivals to hell. Everything seems to be going well...until someone claiming to be the king of hell appears at her door, saying that he saw her on television, he recognized her immediately, says that she is his daughter and that he has been looking for her. Charlie was willing to help this...poor little man, until he decided to act like a jerk and tried to attack his dad while calling him a kidnapper. She told him to come back when he was willing to have a civilized conversation, that violence is prohibited in her territory, and slammed the door in his face. The little man is still hanging around.

👀

#snow white #tangled #tangled au #charlie #lilith #lucifer #roo #eve #alastor #vaggie #hazbin hotel #nunalastor asks

[m2kdj-waist-connoisseur]

ORV aka one of the greatest love stories I've ever read

The title says it all, our beloved novel is one of the greatest love stories written and it doesn't belong to the romance genre (as far as I know anyway).

I won't go in to heavy detail but this has a lot of spoilers (you've been warned)

I see ORV as a love story of many.

It's a love story of a man whose love for reading webnovels consumed his life, became his reason to keep moving forward, his reason to survive, his reason to protect and his reason to die. He valued the lives of characters more than his and deemed his suffering minor compared to theirs. He would throw his life away, even trying to take it with his hands, if it meant they would live happily because he wanted them to be happy (even if he couldn't be part of that hapiness).

The love story of a writer that wrote for a single reader even when it seemed impossible. A writer that would sacrifice the world for her reader if it meant he would survive and live to see another day.

A love story between a sword and shield. They were brought together because of a reader, fought together, suffered together and inevitably separated by their memories of said reader.

A love story between a mother and child with common enemies known as 'shared suffering', 'lack of comunication' and 'misunderstanding'. The mother that sacrificed her life for her son, that sold her life story in hopes of protecting him, that treasured every story he told when he visited and was hurt that a fictional character was the one her son loved most but grateful said character helped him survive when she couldn't. The son that felt betrayed by his mother and came to resent her but fought with all he had to keep her alive and well.

The love story of a protagonist that lived for his companions. A protagonist that sacrificed his limbs, mind and life to protect the people he cared about. He was ready to become a demon king, fated to die at the hands of his companions, if it meant they would get to the conclusion. A man that loved his sister and wished to protect her with all he had even when she appeared in his life without any warning.

The love story of companions that would forsake their comfort, cross world lines and give up all they had to save each other. They found strength in hope and when they were out of hope, they became each others' strength and reason to keep going.

*falls to my knees* THERE'S SO MUCH LOVE IN THIS NOVEL I CAN'T TYPE IT ALL

I'll just end this with some of my favourite quotes (I spent an hour searching for these babies)

"Kim Dokja had learned how to live from this man. This man was my father; my brother; and my oldest friend."

"This story is for just that one reader."

"That man is the world I wish to save."

"Even then, you only chose to read and nothing else. ...Because that is our way of living. You acted, and I read you doing it."

"Not everything can be expressed in sentences."

"I just wanted to say it once. I don't think I've ever told you before."

"I love you, Heewon-ssi."

"If this story can really save you...If you regained just a litle of your memories and remember us just one more time...Then I'l keep writing the epilogue for you until the end of time, for eternity."

"I lost the safety pin. I thought that I shouldn't lose it again."

"Tell me, you fool. If I continue to regress, will I ever get to meet you again?"

"I looked at Yoo Jonghyuk's miserable face and thought: Don't worry Yoo Joonghyuk. I'll do the rest. You stop and rest."

"Demon King of Salvation. I shall pray that you may continue to exist somewhere, too."

"Just because I will forget about them, that doesn't mean they'll suddenly stop existing. They definitely continue to live in this world."

"Yoo Joonghyuk smiled faintly."

"If you get a chance to run again, do you believe you can see it better the next time?"

"Because of your story, I was able to survive until now."

"Even then, this was the story Kim Dokja dearly wished to create."

"And fortunately enough, this story happened to be the one I loved the most."

"In the end, to every human being, the most precious thing was themselves. And Kim Dokja risked everything of his, always."

#omniscient reader’s viewpoint #orv #kim dokja #orv is not for the week #I fought the urge to cry while typing this and won #ORV IS A LOVE STORY THAT IS VERY DEAR TO ME #I love and hate myself for reading orv #did I finish orv or did it finish me?

[pinkandpurple360]

You know in any other story that’s not bogged down by bad romance stuff, Blitzo being separated from his childhood friend and sold off to be a pet to a rich aristocrat would’ve easily played off as a tragic event in Blitzo’s backstory and in a event at the main story, he gets to reunite with Fizz and they’d be able to reconnect after being separated from so long with both able to help each other as well

It honestly still was a tragic thing that happened, for his father to risk his own sons life to make him steal, and to value it so little over another kid. And fans are for some damn reason angrier at baby Fizz than idk?? The shitty dad ? Lol. And Blitzo mostly did it to get money for his momma…poor kid was freaked out and terrified, then bored and putting on a false front when he realised the Prince was a harmless(?) lonely bird kid.

(?) - because I still have no idea what his power level and amount of evil or apathy is supposed to be. No person is born evil but a demon certainly is.

And this trafficking we have just witnessed, gave a lot of people the ick. It implies a future pattern of cash selling kids to people.

Slightly adjacent topic but I remember seeing these monstrously expensive pins the other day and thinking “aw a cute blitz and fizz one 🥰—-oh wait never mind 💀”

He’s so creepy help 💀 you can’t tell me he didn’t turn to Paimon and say “daddy can I have that one please?” Like Veruca seeing the squirrels in Charlie’s chocolate factory.

[Triggering - SA and CSA fetishisation 🚨 ]

This ‘romantic’ story inspired DaniDraws to create a repulsive comic that depicts cash sex trafficking blitzø off when he’s just 15, blitz clearly verbalising how scared and inexperienced and terrified he is of this but forced into it anyway. And it’s just nothing but gratuitous.

There’s no sympathy here, no concern for the character, it’s a setting made as disgusting and vile as it can be on purpose. There’s a gross fascination and obsession with his lack of consent constantly being demeaned and ignored. It’s no wonder then that fans like this think his first and current trafficker is his hottest pairing. And that he doesn’t deserve to be with anyone he loves or is even attracted to. His lack of consent is him not admitting he likes it or not trying hard enough to negotiate out of it. 🤢

#helluva boss critical #stolitz critical

[littlestardescendants]

Next Poll Idea: Mirjami's Hades Dress

So following her getting kidnapped by Leviathan and stuck in his castle I could see Leviathan dressing her and while Mirjami is in Hades she is MISERABLE.

Firstly she was terrified because her life is threatened and she's panicking because she wants to get back to her daughter. She's trying so hard to get back to her baby girl so being in the coffin and treated badly makes her scared.

Meeting Leviathan she tries to beg him but given its Leviathan I imagine he ignores her and it doesn't help her emotional state because she's not thinking about the demons now she's thinking of her pet dog her daughter her home- She has people who need her and instead she's here alone and terrified.

I imagine Solomon does help her out but it isn't easy because Mirjami's not an arrogant or mean person and when Leviathan starts choking/hanging her, her mental state gets worst because now she knows she's not safe and she's just... Distressed.

When designing her dress I looked at Barbie and Princess Dresses and I wanted to make Mirjami look beautiful but depressed because she's not doing well here Hades terrifies her, Leviathan terrifies her, and I can see her just on the verge of tears all the time until Valefor and Bimet come in.

Now since this is Leviathan we're talking about I imagine when he was hanging/choking her he broke Mirjami's necklace and this severely devastates her because the necklace is an heirloom and last thing she has of her birth parents.

I'm half debating whether she's holding the pieces or Leviathan took them and MIGHT fix it for her but for now she's going without the necklace and it severely depresses her.

As well since living in Hades I can see Mirjami struggling to the point she's smoking again. She doesn't sleep easily and I imagine she smokes alot now because she's stressed smoking 2-3 cigarettes a day now even though she promised her daughter she'd stop.

It gets worst after Leviathan's H-Scene because as I said in that post; Consent was sold separately. Mirjami is not doing well and avoids Leviathan after it she feels a lot of shame letting it happen and she doesn't know how to cope with the encounter teetering between crying or sleeping for days now. She feels abandoned by Satan and Mammon so she spends most of her day sitting there and sleeping a lot while keeping her room door locked.

Is Leviathan friend? Not yet.

Hopefully as the Chapters come out that changes but for now- Mirjami is not a happy camper :(

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in hell is bad mc #whb mc #what in hell is bad solomon's descendant #what in hell is bad Hades #whb Hades #whb hades #I think as the story goes on itll change but for now we have depressed Mirjami story wise :( #LittleStar arts #mirjami arts

[scrivenger-grimgar]

Writing Idea for Scum Villain Self Saving System (SVSSS)

Flight Rising. Flight Rising has so many creatures, items, foods, and features that already have associated lore, they even have drawings and lore entries in the bestiary! The Sornieth Continent could be a separate island from the main plot line locale of SV, with dragons as the resident sentients, and thus driving away any humans interested in colonizing. Imagine raid parties to the island for exotic pets/illegal trade, stealing dragon eggs. Having not only Shen Yuan but all of his siblings as well, be reincarnated as dragons, their eggs being taken and sold off to the highest bidder.

Shen Yuan’s egg is bought by,,, hmmmm, Qiu Jianluo, as a gift for Haitang. not much would be known about these eggs, and since they all looked the same, they were thought to be the same species, but thats not how elemental dragons work. 

The Shen siblings are from different parents of the same clan from the wind flight, meaning their eggs look the same and they all have pale green eyes, but they are not all the same breed. 

Shen Da-ge, lets call him Fángshǒu (defender/protector), would be an Obelisk dragon; strong and sturdy, but also majestic in a rugged and earthy way. He became an Obelisk due to his desire to protect and provide for his siblings, but not in a way that would tie them down and make them miserable. Fangshou’s egg is bought by a curious Tianlang-Jun, who is baffled after eagerly awaiting the egg to hatch, when a tiny lion-like demon-beast-creature immediately demands to be returned to his siblings. Thus starts the long and epic tale of two idiots being dragged around the continent by a baby dragon. Oh, and Su Xiyan shows up sometimes.

Shen Er-ge, Lǒumìng (cherish/embrace life), is a Ridgeback dragon, cunning and clever, and possessing a crafty nature that gave their parents many headaches via Rube Goldberg machines. They are a perfect match for the Ridgeback with their tinkering and experimenting. Louming’s egg is bought by a Huanhua palace disciple and gifted to the old palace master, who promptly discards the egg in one of the many palace courtyards. When they hatch, Louming is disgruntled and irritated, being kept in a cage and not allowed to walk around, until they are discovered and befriended by Su Xiyan. Hating how he and Su Xiyan are being pushed and pulled around by dumb old people, Louming eventually breaks out and vows to kill the old palace master for very obviously lusting after and manipulating Su Xiyan, and likely many others.

Shen San-ge, our beloved Ānyuán (calm/quiet, wall), is an Imperial dragon. Not social but not distant, obsessive, passionate, and slightly perfectionist, Yuan is perfectly fit to be an Imperial dragon. His egg is bought as a present for Qiu Haitang, by Qiu Jianluo, who thinks this is an excellent decision. They are particularly unfortunate, however, as Yuan doesn’t care if he’s in Xianxia Land, child abuse isn’t fucking happening under his watch; and with how large he will grow to be, he’ll also have the ability to do something about it. If he happens to adopt a new didi for the family, well... Meimei’s always wanted a younger brother. If that happens to be the former slave Little Nine, well... little nine no longer exists. Yuan only knows Shen Jiū (turtledove).

Finally Shen Meimei, Yúkuài (cheerful/happiness) is a Wildclaw. Fierce and viscous, she can and will beat anyone into agreeing with her. With her energetic and cheerful nature she is often underestimated, but she wasn’t the 3 time winner of the national Judo championship for nothing. Yukuai’s egg is passed around for a while before its seized by Cang Qiong’s Kang Dihua, soon to be Qingde (clear kindness), the succeeding disciple of the Beast Peak, Ling You. Yukuai, while first only thought of as some rare beast, soon established herself as an intelligent young woman, on par with or even above the other disciples in terms of intelligence.

I’m going to come back and rb this with images of each of the siblings, as adults and as hatchlings, so watch for that ig.

#svsss #svsss au #svsss shen yuan #svsss shen jiu #svsss shen qingqiu #shen yuan #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #svsss shen siblings #shen yuan's siblings #flight rising #fr dragons #shen jiu: *gets adopted by family of dragons* #shen jiu: sure why not this might as well happen #cang qiong mountain sect #qiu haitang #qiu jianluo #lqg: whatchu got there? #sqq: *sneaking several dragons into the sect* a smoothie #svsss headcanon #dragon shen yuan #dragon shen qingqiu

[nukenai]

Hey I saw your tags about the BLM and mustangs thing. Could you share more of what you mean by that being propaganda? I'm not asking you to wrote a whole article or anything, just if you have a couple of sources or something I'd like to check it out and make sure I'm not falling for that same nonsense myself when I try to support wild horses

I would actually be really happy to write a whole article LOL. I get really wordy about this subject because it's something so close to me, so I'm SORRY in advance for how long this wound up being.

Unfortunately, I don't have much in the ways of like… hard sources to link or anything with scientific data regarding rescues not being truthful. The Mustang Heritage Foundation is a group that works with the BLM and focuses on placement of horses into homes, so I suggest at the very least checking them out. The BLM also has been making frequent posts about their operations and whatnot on their active facebook pages. Unfortunately every post they make is flooded by insane people calling them murderers and liars, which I'm sure the social media admin just loves.

THIS GOT EXTREMELY LONG SO I'M PUTTING IT UNDER A READ MORE SORRY

The tl;dr is that a LOT of those "high profile" rescues, especially ones that focus on mustangs, are lying to you. When they use extremely over-emotional language like calling the roundups "brutal", talking about wild horses having "families"... they're lying and being emotionally manipulative. They pretend that overpopulation is not a problem, when plenty of people who live by the range will attest to the opposite. Also, it's pretty clear with common sense that overpopulation is going to be an issue with a non-native animal that has basically no natural predators. They preach "letting nature take its course", but that means letting animals starve and die of dehydration. They talk about fossil records, how ancient horses millions of years ago lived in north america... so that makes the modern, domestic horse a "native species". That's just not true.

The big thing they try to talk about is how these horses are "traumatized" by roundups and so many don't adapt to captivity. This is just... not at all true. I really truly believed in all this nonsense, that horses had a concept of "family"... Horses are very social animals that form tight bonds... but they also get over it when separated from their friends and family, because they are animals and can form new bonds. For example. I have 2 horses - an APHA paint and a mustang! My paint mare had a foal when she was around 5. She's 21 now. She does not give a shit that she is no longer with her baby. My mustang was rounded up when she was a yearling. She's now 14. She is not traumatized by helicopters. She had a lot of issues when I got her, but it had to do entirely with being locked in a stall for 5 years with no real care. Not the roundup or her treatment by the BLM. For the record, I have vet paperwork from her for several years - all while she was in holding pens! So she was getting consistent vet care while she was in holding.

Another big thing is the very weird demonization of the BLM! These rescues and "advocacy" groups will seriously say that people who work for the BLM are evil and love abusing animals. That they love hurting horses and chasing them gives them a rush. This is insane movie logic. The BLM is just a government agency, and the people working there are just PEOPLE. Every person I've spoken to who works for the BLM has been kind, patient, and helpful. I found out my mare was sold to me untitled, and once I got ahold of someone, I had everything settled within 24 hours. These people WANT the horses to be helped and they WANT them to be in good homes.

At the barn where I board my horses, another boarder went and got 2 mustangs from the closest corral to us (which is not very close, lol). She told me the people there were all extremely friendly, and excited to see people showing up for adoptions. They cared about the horses and even knew some of their personalities. The horses in those corrals were extremely friendly and used to people from being fed and cared for. Both of the mustangs she brought home required almost no gentling because they knew humans were good.

Once I joined communities for people who have actually adopted and worked with mustangs, I realized how much I had been lied to. Once I saw people doing the REAL work - the TIP trainers putting work into these horses and getting them homes - I was so embarrassed that I let wool be put over my eyes so much.

Mustangs are really cool and they're my favorite "breed" of horse (they're not really technically a breed lol). But some of these rescues use the drama we've all seen in Horse Movies to insinuate that they're somehow something Different, something Very Special, so special that they deserve to run free forever, and it's a shame to "break" them and ride them, or whatever. That's absurd. They're horses just like every other horse. Every horse is an individual. Of course it's true that some mustangs won't adapt to captivity. Hell, some DOMESTIC-born horses don't like being ridden or worked with. But that all comes down to the individual animal, not some kind of magical inner spirit they have.

I also really need to point out the racism. There's a lot of bizarre fetishization of Native American cultures by the largely white base of these horse rescues and "advocacy" groups. I see a LOT of it. And you know what else there is? COMPARISONS TO THE FUCKING HOLOCAUST. Again it's mostly white women in these groups (and I say this as a whole White Woman myself!!), and I am constantly seeing them calling horse roundups "GENOCIDE" and saying "it's just like the holocaust". It's disgusting mania and I don't see that being brought up a lot when people talk about the propaganda from rescues. That was honestly the final breaking point for me leaving every one of my mustang "advocacy" groups and staying solely in the groups for people who actually own or are interested in owning mustangs. I don't think anyone in any of those old groups I was in ever actually adopted a mustang. They just reposted other peoples' photos all day.

And here's just some anecdotal stuff. Skydog Sanctuary is the most heinous in my opinion because of things I know they've done. They (I know other rescues do this too, but I know most about them) bid on the horses on the internet auctions if they have "family" of those horses at their rescues, or if they're "famous" mustangs that were well known in the wild. I'm talking, they'll bid up the price of some 2 year old filly into the tens of thousands, because they have her "FATHER" on the sanctuary and they want to "REUNITE" them. The young horses are the ones who get the most interest, because they're young and tend to adapt better to training, etc. I think this year Skydog talked about how they're finally going after the older or injured horses. In my opinion, that's what they should've been doing in the first place. Get the horses that might not do well in captivity. The ones that need special care and deserve sanctuary placement. To me, it's borderline cruel to buy a 2 year old just to turn her out on 4000 acres or whatever and let her "be wild" forever. That horse would've absolutely wound up in an amazing home, but their ego made them go after her because they wanted to "reunite her with her father"... wtf. I would put money on my own horse not recognizing her own baby if I brought them together. Stallions do not care. The reason this story was an issue is that an experienced trainer was trying to get that filly for a client, because she fit everything the client requested, but she wound up in a battle with the rescue who was sending her nasty emails accusing her of "breaking up a family". It's nuts.

Are there issues with the BLM's management? Of course there are. It's a government agency, and I haven't met a single person who actually thinks they're perfect. But they face CONSTANT opposition in the courts from these "advocacy" groups that waste their time and money with lawsuits and rallying people against them. My view is that even if the horses aren't starving NOW, they WILL if we just let them be. Horses are domesticated animals that humans created through thousands of years of selective breeding. It's like dogs. Just leaving domesticated (but feral) dogs to roam wild in the woods would be considered cruelty! I think some horses deserve to stay wild, absolutely, but there's so goddamn many of them, they're not remotely at risk of going "extinct".

And at the end of it, I think the fact that thousands of mustangs have been adopted into loving homes and have adjusted completely fine, is proof enough that they are not some special wild animal. Horses and people are linked through thousands of years of history. It is not cruel to tame a mustang.

I know this was pretty ranty, I'm sorry! If you have any more specific questions I'll be happy to answer them because I'm sure there's some points I've missed. This is all just off the top of my head...

My biggest warning to people who are interested in animal advocacy and rescues for any kind of animal: Please be extremely wary of any rescues that use really overly emotional language. If their posts are extremely dramatic, like they're writing a drama book, and they talk about "seeing the deep pain in an animal's eyes from the trauma of helicopter roundups and missing their families"... RUN. This is a rescue that is trying to manipulate you and take your money, and they are not being truthful with you.

Unfortunately, if you listen to the rescues, they will only ever say that everything the BLM says is a lie, and the Mustang Heritage Foundation is right up there with them, lying and being evil. I don't want to sit here and say all these rescues are horrible evil liars or monsters. I'm simply saying they're manipulative because they have an end goal, which is getting donations. And people are easily swayed, especially when it comes to animals. Just note how different the language is when you read something about the horses from the BLM or the MHF, vs a place like Skydog Sanctuary.

This issue is unfortunately really divided and really heated, and it can be difficult to find any real information that won't be clouded by your own personal biases, so I can really only encourage you to do your own research and come to your own conclusion.

I guess, as a hard source, I'm speaking as someone who entirely believed in all of that "be forever wild, the mustangs are special animals and the BLM is so evil for hurting them", until I got my own mustang. And even for a while after that, I thought, "wow. she must be so traumatized and deeply wounded". ...but then I had her for a while. And I realized, oh.

She's... a horse.

An amazing horse, for sure. My heart horse, definitely!

But she's a horse. Not a fairy tale, or a dramatized facebook post talking of "family" and "trauma". She is a horse, and a very happy one at that. Despite the fact that she lives inside a fence.

#this post is borderline nonsensical rambling but #i hope i made some kind of point #i'm sure much smarter and more articulate people have made better posts about this than me... #i'm overly wordy and can't keep it brief lmfao

[dailyretrogames]

Hellraiser is a cancelled 1990 NES video game based on the 1987 film of the same name. The game was developed by Color Dreams, who are infamously known for creating unlicensed video games of poor quality. Nintendo required that all game companies that wanted to release a game on the Nintendo Entertainment System had to pay for the game to be evaluated by Nintendo and given an official license to release a game on their system. Due to either not wanting to pay the fee or to avoid rejection by Nintendo, Color Dreams went around this by bypassing the 10NES lockout chip and released games without a license on the NES, typically in unique baby blue or black cartridges.

One ambitious game being developed by the company was Hellraiser. Dan Lawton, one of the founders of Color Dreams had seen the film and liked it. Convincing his partners and the movie studio, he had acquired the rights to create a video game based on the film, spending around $35,000 to $50,000. The game was developed using an improved version of the Wolfenstein 3D engine. Lawton was aware that the NES couldn’t handle the engine needed to create the game, so he hired an engineer named Ron Risley to create a new type of cartridge.

Special Cartridge 

This cartridge came to be known as the "Super Cartridge". This special cartridge contained a Z80 processor, programmable array logic chips, and an additional four megabytes of RAM. It was also capable of intercepting the NES processor's ROM and RAM accesses so it could manipulate video in real time, as well as allowing pixel-by-pixel manipulation of the screen, some sprite manipulation, and also supported panning and zooming in on hardware such as fully animated backgrounds. Essentially, this meant that the game could switch colors between scans of the TV in real time and increase the effective number of colors on the screen. While the cartridge itself worked fine, the palette switching effect wasn’t working as intended as it didn’t switch between colors fast enough.

Another method to create the game was in the way of an add-on device (sold separately) that would plugged into the expansion port on the bottom of an NES system. The combined cost of the add-on expansion and the Hellraiser cart would have been more expensive than the Super Cartridge itself.

Gameplay 

Gameplay focused around a character that was trapped in the Lemarchand's puzzle box from the film. The player could find ways in the game to manipulate the outside of the puzzle box and solve it to escape.  The Cenobites would interfere in the player’s plans to escape. Changing the configuration of the cube on the outside would have affected level layout on the inside. Once the puzzle was solved, the player and the demons would be free and it was up to the player to solve the puzzle in reverse order to defeat the escaped enemies.

Cancellation 

Due to the high production costs of creating the Super Cartridge, it would have also sold at a high price. Because of the game’s unlicensed nature, another major issue arose when many retailers stopped selling games not licensed by Nintendo. Allegedly, store owners feared that if Nintendo found out that they were selling unlicensed video games on their console, Nintendo would cease doing business with them. Combined with the high cost of the cartridge (supposedly the game cost $2 million to create), and the lack of retailer support, the game would have sold poorly and may have ran Color Dreams out of business.

Hellraiser was worked on for a couple more months before it was quietly cancelled. Advertisements had been printed and featured on magazines such as Electronic Gaming Monthly, GamePro, and Nintendo Power; some of which also refer to Sega Genesis and Atari Lynx versions never mentioned elsewhere. Color Dreams later formed a new label named "Bunch Games" around the same year until finally forming "Wisdom Tree" in 1991; a label focused on creating unlicensed Christian-themed video games. It's said by a former developer that Color Dreams still had the license to use the Wolfenstein 3D engine that was meant to be used with Hellraiser, so they carried the license over to Wisdom Tree, most likely in order to create Super Noah's Ark 3D for the Super Nintendo in 1994. When asked of the possibility of a prototype or the game files, Dan Lawton responded by saying, "The hardware was done, and the artwork was 20% done, there was no programming. It was a 45 degree down angle view, with a maze of stone and walls and pits".

#hellraiser #nes #color dreams #Special Cartridge

[fizziefactory]

Profile: ☽ Caretaker Fizzy

Model: Caretaker Fizzy

Nicknames: “Caretaker!Fizzy”, “BabySitter!Fizzy”, or just “Fuzzy”

Pronouns: any

Height: 4’6”

Can always be found at: Imp City located in the Pride Ring

Owner: A hellhound man and lady imp and their 7 kids; 1 infant, 1 toddler, 3 kids and 2 teenagers

Vibes: It's Alright — Mother Mother || Picking up pieces — Blue October || A Town in Blue — Asian Kung Fu Generation

Features

Fuzzy is one of the fizzy-models that have a different colour-palette than most, the children taking to the red because of most of them being imps

His “hat” has been ripped apart and stitched back together more times than he can remember, one of the bells are missing and there are always new gashes on it every week.

He has many aprons he switches between, the kids love getting him ones that are a little silly ♥︎

His collar and wrist-cuffs are ripped to shreds long ago, they never bothered to replace them because they'd just get destroyed again

The pattern on his face is not a part of his standard paint-job, but rather the eldest, the teenage girl, painted his face for him

Yes he lost 2 knuckles. Honestly it's impressive he has any left at all

Functions

Look after children age 0-12

Look after teenagers age 13-19 (the models usually come separated alas... not his luck)

Grocery shopping

Cooking

Cleaning

Chaperoning the kids, driving them to their activities and friends and so on

Provide entertainment for the people of the household, mainly the children

Additional features of course includes the fuckability for the adults

Connections

Asmodeus: He designed him.

Mammon: He ultimately works for Mammon, but since he's sold property, he doesn't get involved much at this point.

Mind

Fuzzy is going through it. The household they belong to is a hot mess, and he's the only thing keeping this family somewhat functioning. The mother is off with her friends every single day, more concerned with catching up with them and feeling young and hip again, while maxing out her credit card, to worry about the family she left behind. Meanwhile the father is not the slightest bit interested in this family either, he's busy working full-time at an office and being bitter towards his wife and her lax way of life, that he goes out to have a bunch of affairs behind her back. Fuzzy is no stranger to either of their bedrooms.

This leaves their fizzy-bot completely in charge of the household. And it's a nightmare.

The three children are rambunctious and use him as a chew toy, ignore his reprimanding and tears the robot apart over and over again. The babies need constant attention to make sure they grow up happy and healthy, but they're already incredibly fussy and upset about the chaos around them. The teenagers refuse to do their chores and ignore it when Fuzzy tries to influence them to help around the house, because like, he's a robot, right? Isn't that like. His whole thing? Anyway they're gonna be throwing a party can you like, clean up this place and take the rest somewhere else? Oh also can you give their friend a ride while you're at it? Also there's no food. K thnx.

Fuzzy is reaching a breaking point at least thrice a day. He is a robot, yes… but he is also just a robot!! He's not some kind of almighty demon who can be everywhere at once, he's just a piece of metal that's put in charge of this place, no respect applied. He doesn't even have his own bedroom, he's got a scrub with a charging station…

He's an anxious, nervous wreck. He's got his metaphorical heart in his throat every day. He's meek and exhausted, running on fumes as he's close to breaking down and crying at the drop of a hat, not that his tear ducts have been refilled in ages. It is all just So Much, slaving for hellborne who bought him for a shitty price tag, being abused and objectified all day long…

But also..

He loves them. The kids, at least. Everyone else around him kind of disappear, and just become nuisances. He doesn't have time for anything else but this family he's been put in charge of.

And if anyone was to hurt these kids… he'd crack their skull open on the pavement, before running his car back and forth over them until they stop moving.

#have you seen my son [ caretaker fizzy ] #pendings [ hcs ] #fizzy profiles #// i finished it omg #long post

[darkmatter-nebula]

Colli works for half the day

Hello! Thank you for the request!

This takes place shortly after Separate Tides. Colli helps his mother selling some stuff that came from the Human Realm into the Demon Realm.

Drabble: Mom's Human Realm Stuff

It was a sunny day on the Boiling Isles. Eda tried to sell some Human Realm stuff. Unfortunately, she didn't really have many customers. Some people even were rude to the Owl Lady. Eda didn't care in the slightest what the idiots said, though.

"Don't be so mean to my Mom, please." Colli, who helped his mother, spoke up. The small starboy with otherwordly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold had a sad expression on his adorable multi-colored face.

"Awwwwww! What a little darling!" Eda gained more customers as everyone noticed the silver haired woman's precious Little Star. Eda was glad that the Boiling Isles citizens seemed to like her son. "This is my son. His name is Colli." Eda explained.

Thanks to the kindhearted eternal little boy's sheer cuteness and his kind heart, Eda sold many things. Some people even apologized to her for being rude earlier. She wrapped her arms around Colli and cuddled him close to her chest.

Eda began to shower Colli with lots of soft and loving motherly kisses. "You are amazing, Little Star!" "You're amazing too, Mom." The immortal celestial boy whispered while letting out a very cute little yawn. Eda decided to carry him home. Her baby boy was clearly exhausted, after all.

The End

#lost but now found au #the collector #colli clawthorne-noceda-deamonne-whispers #eda clawthorne #fanfic

[aripoeticmusicreviews]

The conversation between Tory and Kelsey

As I get tempted to flip over my coffee because I can’t sway my head and listen to “Proud Family” anymore… I ponder on how one decision can change your whole life. A drunken night at a huge celebrity's house will have you craving the hot wings and liquor with your cat-suit on ready to snap photos and feel like you’re on top of the moon. As I sit here, a bit upset I can’t even bop to “Beauty in the Benz” anymore either… The question asks, what we all would do if we were full of liquor with our eyes on someone who has our flesh more untamed than our soul. In my humble opinion, things get wild when there is liquor and flesh involved and baby I almost dropped my phone when I heard the conversation between Tory and Kelsey. Some debate that he could have been talking about anything… Others debate that he's guilty. I’m making light of this, but one can only imagine what was transpiring in a huge house full of rich people up until the night began to take a turn. This trickles down to the subject of how you separate the talent from the person… or do you ever? Artists tend to get the heat and burden when it comes to being artists. Their fans simply see them as artists and not human. I am not at all condong what Tory did… I am simply saying this should be a lesson to all of us young people of how one decision can change your entire life. Some of us don’t seem as ready as we think we are. All parties still being young, sometimes you can get fame so swiftly it hits you in the face and although you’re on earth like everyone else, you still feel like you’re sitting on a cloud. As a woman of God I can’t deny that night seemed to simply turn demonic. This is also a lesson of us being careful where our feet tread. What looks good isn’t always good and we live in a very visual culture. And sadly, most of us would have still wanted to “be there.” mansion, rich people, and liquor has most of us “sold.” It comes down to placing your soul where you won’t have to regret in the morning… Sometimes things happen, but we can’t help but to wonder if that night could have been avoided. Prayers to everyone involved.

#writers #Torylanezcase #youngwriters #blogs #newsupdates

[call-me-amanda]

BTS as Lawyers

10 facts plus read the smuts on

Wattpad or Spirit

⚠️Warnings:

Min Yoongi as Milen York

He’s like a demon (lawyer) of contracts keeping souls (deeds) in a piece of paper

Always wears the whole suit, unless he’s already at his office, sitting in his leather chair and completely concentrated on his job

Is not the type of making many trips a year, but when he does his phone dies and he just charge it when he comes back home (which means two or three months living like a ghost)

He is known for being coldblooded, dealing with his rivals as it was an actual war (and he never lost, not even once)

The firm has his surname, indeed it became famous ‘cause he is the face of the justice

His bank account hide millions, still he ain’t the kind of man whose spends too much, saving for what he really needs, or, at the end of some good season, an amount end up being donated for charity

Many basketball players are on the list of his loyal clients, hiring him not only to take care of their properties, but to go out to chat and drink some scotch in a private club

Has a collection of exclusive basket balls (he goes at each game and, of course, he is always wearing his best grey suit)

The associates fear him. He can be very demanding, pushing them far hard an ordinary human could normally handle. However, when someone catches his attention, he is capable of teaching everything he knows for his special pupil

Sex is one of his last concerns. A lawyer known by name commonly attracts self-serving women, so is kinda easy chose who and when he’s gonna fuck

Kim Namjoon as Kristopher Nandes

He’s the type of lawyer that pursue many black cards and doesn’t stay a single week in one place, traveling around the world and building an empire by making rich and famous clients

Speaks four languages and is finishing his russian classes. This made him a true polyglot (that’s the definition of a sexy brain)

Loves to say legal brocade in some discussions. He knows what every article of international law says and can dictate it backwards (please, don’t try him)

Reads two or three books per month, always bringing one pocket version with him anywhere he goes (has an incredible collection of classics at home, with separate sections for his personal lawyer books)

He’s a writer. His truly dream was to be a word wide celebrity, with his masterpieces published in every country with a billion copys sold out

Far from dumb, he knows a few tricks to arouse women. It’s a one night stand, but is the best of their lives (most girls are models and brunettes, but sometimes they might be the fiancée of one of his clients, so let’s keep it on the low)

His suit is evermore clean, has an expensive watch on the wrist and not a cheap glasses on his face though. Wherever he goes people notice him and take word by word that leaves his mouth as a holy prophecy

People respect him. On the court, no one can with him. The judge gets impressed easily by his features. He has an argument for everything (again, don’t test him)

The papers he cares are all handwritten. Prints are only for contracts, beyond that he prefers to waste ink in some stunning clever words

He is a great son, supporting his family from far away. Here and there he sends an envelope with dollar bills. His little brother admire him and wishes to become just like the cool older bro

Jung Hoseok as John Hoffman

For being well married with a beautiful and succeeded judge since he graduated he is really satisfied with his romantic life pushing away anyone who don’t respect that

Feels guilty when his clients don’t win and try to comfort them the best way he can (depending on the client, they go to a bar drown their sorrows with dignity)

It doesn’t matter the extension of work, he gives his blood, sweat and tears for the cause

Hates working on divorce when it has a child involved (he and his wife are trying to have a baby and it gets so blue when he thinks about like “what if it was my son’s situation? poor him! no one deserve that”)

Eats a lot of healthy food and makes exercises before going to work every morning as a strict routine

With a busy schedule he ain’t got no choice but to wait until the very end of the day to give attention for his wife and does whatever he waited so long for (when he’s incapable of finishing the work at the firm, he does home office)

Everybody loves him. For being so gentle on the way he talks, the way he solve problems and for act politely with his colleagues. Even his boss toast in his name

He is almost getting a promotion, but he still doesn’t know yet. Probably he’ll go out for a dinner with his wife and they gonna order some red wine and have a big lobster to celebrate

A growth man shouldn’t fear ties, but he does. The allegations are: “this devilish thing could hang me some day” and “there’s no way I’m gonna cosplay some random clown wearing a white butterfly tie with red circles as if I was a character of Stephen King’s book”

He never leaves without his black suitcase. The funny thing is that the outside is filled with stickers about his profession. His car keys too have a golden libra symbol key chain, which means he’s very proud of his career

Kim Taehyung as Killian Tennant

He has his own office in Chicago, works all by himself, but sometimes he receives help of his lawyer friends (when it comes to be civil cases, which are not his specialty)

Likes a little too much of role playing a detective in his cases, searching and discovering secrets that might ruin someone’s reputation

Doesn’t wear common suit, preferring brown tones waistcoats of the best cotton around the world (he has a particular taste of clothing, it has to be exposed)

The more difficult the job is, the more he’s into it (sorta obsessed for improving his logical skills and showing to his ego he’s the greatest)

Once in a while he hires interns and all of them think he went insane, never ever coming back to work for him again (insane may be overstatement, eccentric fits better)

His so pure and fights so hard for justice that blindly believes in any client, even though the accusations against them are really severe

He is fearless, visiting his clients at dirty and stinky jails. He also makes a lot of enemies, most of them are penalty’s dissatisfied families and a bunch of police officers that rather be sleeping at job’s time than answering the lawyer’s routine questions about prisoners cares

Released many doomed outta prison, saving countless innocents lives and bringing back happiness for their families (you should consider him a real life hero)

Has a huge mansion with a magnificent view of the city and a lot of muscle cars, including Mustangs and others preciousness

He is a natural teaser and both, girls and boys (mostly are small women), suffer of his extravagant blinks and insistent invitations for a tour on the city in one of his cars

Jeon Jungkook as Jean Jacobs

When he ain’t at the office he’s probably at the gym. Working out is how he relax putting away the bunch of problems that aren’t his

Likes to stay only with his socks during the work because he walks a lot when he’s talking on the phone and his shoes hurt him

Wakes up, eats, works out, takes a cold bath, gets ready, leaves for the office, makes new clients, drives home, takes a hot shower and sleeps

It has a rival firm that steal sportsmen by offering crazy contracts and he is pissed of with a woman in specific. She stole half of his clients and now she’ll deal with the consequences

He’s workaholic. Has no hobbies besides taking care of his big body. Thinks about clients, money, papers and pens (seldom craves for a small girl in his strong arms)

Adores to listen to loud music. His brain gets faster and he can focus easily turning the reading process kinda fun

His few friends drag him to nightclubs. A ruthless headache beat him up at every party he goes (almost as if he was allergic to amusement)

Tinny drinks during the day heals him. He overcame a drinking vicious, or at least decreased the number of bottles

Wrath is his ultimate enemy. There ain’t much to get on his nerves, but once he gets angry you better get down ‘cause things are gonna be thrown

Wants to move to Miami and gets tanned on the beach. That’s why he barely breathe and just does his stressful job

Kim Seokjin as Kaleo Sueji

Park Jimin as Paul Jinx

#bts #bangtan boys #bts moodboard #jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts jk #bts smut #fanfic #kpop moodboard #kpop #kpop aesthetic #bts v #hot #bts aesthetic #oneshot #dark aesthetic #dark academia #bts suga #bts min yoongi #min yoongi packs #park jimin aesthetic #park jimin moodboard #park jimin icons #park jimin #kim taehyung moodboard #kim taehyung packs #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok

[brawltogethernow]

@mirrorfalls​ submitted: Came across this while searching for James Bond’s scrambled-eggs recipe (long story). Your thoughts?

~~

But did you find James Bond’s scrambled eggs recipe?

In this article, Scocca laments his inability to find accessible, lighthearted superhero comics suitable to read with his young son, while also demonstrating a mysterious aversion to looking at DC and Marvel’s lines of comics for children, which is where the accessible, lighthearted superhero comics suitable for reading with young children are. He wants his elementary schooler to be able to safely have the run of all superhero media so he doesn’t have to touch the yucky baby books.

This is not an industry-wide crisis. This is just one dude who got paid to write an article where he accidentally exposed one of his personal hangups.

The child headed toward the trade paperbacks of Marvel and D.C. superhero titles on the side wall […] a few steps in front of me. […] Is he with you? a clerk asked me. I said he was. You know, the clerk said, we have a kids’ section. The clerk gestured backward, at a few shelves near the entrance. I said, Thanks, we know and tried throwing in a little shrug, as the kid kept going.

You can’t just turn a seven-year-old child loose in a comic-book store to look at the superhero comic books. […] My seven-year-old really wanted to see that last Avengers movie […] that is, he wished it were a movie he could see, but he understood that it was, instead, a movie designed to scare and sadden him—a movie actively hostile to people like him.

They have a children’s section. Because comics are a medium suitable for stories for everybody, and they are sold in comic book shops, which have sections, like bookstores. You can use this organization to find books that you know in advance are suitable for children. What goes in that category is determined by industry professionals. This area will be bigger the bigger the shop is. These comics are not lower quality that titles from the main lines. They are actually slightly better-written on average.

Your local comic book shop has considerately wrapped Empowered in a plastic bag, so your child will not be drawn in by a colorful superhero and accidentally read a graphic scene. If you think your kid might find a memoir about internment camps upsetting, it is your job to notice them picking up They Called Us Enemy and read the blurb on the back before you let them have it. This comic adults are meant to read is in a comic book shop because that is where comics are sold. Not every public place is supposed to be Disneyland.

Movies have ratings systems. If you do not want your child to watch a PG-13 movie, you will find that most superhero cartoons are for children. They are about the same characters. Some are quite good! I really enjoyed Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Your child may like Avengers Assemble. At least I think that’s right. I’m always mixing those titles around.

This is a deeply weird bias for Scocca to casually demonstrate, because he identifies in the article that real childishness is striving for empty maturity.

He compares an old comic,

[…]a 1966 Spider-Man comic in which Spider-Man meets, fights, and defeats the Rhino; participates in a running argument between John Jameson and J. Jonah Jameson about his heroism; buys a motorcycle; breaks up with his first girlfriend, Betty Brant; flirts with Gwen Stacy; and reluctantly agrees to let Aunt May take him to meet her friend Mrs. Watson’s niece, Mary Jane.

and a new comic,

[…]a 21st century comic book in which Thor, brooding in a Katrina-destroyed New Orleans, beats up Iron Man. He also yells at Iron Man a lot about some incomprehensibly convoluted set of grievances, including involuntary cloning, that he believes Iron Man perpetrated against him while he was dead(?), and then summons some other Norse god from the beyond somehow for reasons having something to do with real estate. I think. Where the 1966 comic is zippy and fun and complete, the whole contemporary one is muddled and lugubrious and seems to constitute a tiny piece of a seemingly endless plot arc—simultaneously apocalyptic and inert.

and concludes that the edgier comic is actually less mature. This is true. (This is not news about mediocre comics.)

It also has nothing to do with either comic being child-friendly, the article’s nominal thesis, except in the sense that ASM #41 (yes, I eyeballed that from that summary, yes I am just showing off now) is better written, making it more everyone-friendly. It also has practically more space dedicated to word balloons than art and is about a college student juggling girl problems and a part-time job with a tyrannical boss. But the immature one, as Scocca points out, is dour.

These are both teenagery issues, separated only by quality. It’s true that lots of new comics published by the big 2 are bad in the specific way Scocca describes here, taking themselves too seriously and hauled down by associated stories instead of buoyed by them. Some are not! Some titles from these companies’ main continuities are zippy, contained, and child friendly. Give your child The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl! Or if you like vintage comics so much better, why don’t you…buy some?

The books on the kid’s rack are good and fun and totally suitable for parents to read with their children without wanting to scoop their eyeballs out. Scocca cites the Batman ‘66 comics as the brightly colored, tightly written all ages solution to his problem about sharing superhero stories with his son. My local comic shop stores this title in the kid’s section. I am glad that Scocca’s does not, as he seems to have a peculiar aversion to looking for comics to read with his son there.

Scocca cites Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse as a superhero movie he could watch with his kids. (I was surprised when this line made it sound like he has several. I don’t want to assume the other one isn’t in this article because they’re a girl, but I very much am assuming that.) Great! Go to the kid’s section and look for Marvel Adventures: Spider-Man. It’s a fun, zippy title directly inspired by ITSV where Miles, Gwen, and Peter superhero together. It’s much more tightly written than most of the various Spider-Verse comics, which are ambitiously messy ubercrossovers. You may not want to give those to children because they include murder and so on, but also you just have the choice between the two as an adult reader deciding how much continuity you want to deal with. Adventures is one of the only titles I would buy on sight before corona. The kid comic rack is a reliable place to take a break from How Comics Get Sometimes regardless of how old you are.

This article makes me feel quarrelsome. Maybe it’s that it doesn’t seem like exploration of a single idea so much as a loosely grouped bundle of things to kvetch about. Maybe it’s that the experience of getting into superheroes that Scocca describes experiencing, projects his seven-year-old son will experience, and from which he extrapolates a metaphorical microcosm of the history of the genre is completely alien to me.

Comic books [and] comic-book movies—are […] trapped in their imagined audience’s own awful passage from childhood to adolescence. A seven-year-old has a clean […] appreciation of superheroes. They like hero comics because the comics have heroes: bold, strong, vividly colored good guys to fight off the bad guys and make the world safe.

But seven-year-olds stop being seven. […] They become 13-year-olds, defensively trying to learn how to develop tastes about tastes.

The 13-year-old wants many things from comics, but the overarching one is that they want to prove that they’re not some seven-year-old baby anymore. They want gloomy heroes, miserable heroes, heroes who would make a seven-year-old feel bad. (Also boobs. They want boobs.)

Not because of the boobs line, although that does illicit an eyeroll that this gloomy thinkpiece is fretting over preserving the superhero experience of little boys who resemble the little boy the writer was while casually dismissing everyone else. I was one of those unlikable little seven-year-olds with a college reading level and the impression that maintaining it was the crux of my worth. I only read Books - distinguished media you could club someone with. I have a formative memory of pausing, enraptured, in front of a poster for Spider-Man 3, preparing to say that it looked pretty cool, and being beaten to the punch by my mother making a disparaging comment about how the movie was trash. It wasn’t out yet, but it was a superhero movie. That meant it was for loud, brainless children.

That was the total of my childhood experience with superheroes, excluding being the unwilling audience to incessant renditions of “Jingle Bells, Batman Smells” that left me wondering why in god’s name Batman’s sidekick was named Robin. I certainly never visited a comic book shop. I got into TvTropes, which got me into webcomics, which got me following David Willis, who got me into Ask Chris at ComicsAlliance, which led to me rewarding myself for studying like a demon for the AP tests with three volumes of Waid’s Daredevil, pitched as a return to the character being colorful and swashbuckling. I was seven…teen.

This is of the same thread as Scocca’s point that immaturity is running from childish things. It leaves me baffled that he doesn’t follow that maturity is embracing them.

I will disclose here that while I think it was dumb I had to overcome my upbringing’s deeply embedded shame associated with enjoying arbitrarily defined lowbrow media and children being childish, I think it’s fine that I was allowed largely unchecked access to technically age-inappropriate content. In my limited experience, content small children are too young for is also content they’re too young to understand, so it kind of just bounces off of them, and what actually ends up terrorizing them is unpredictable collages of impressions that strike out at them from content deemed perfectly child-friendly. I would not forbid a seven-year-old I was in charge of from seeing an MCU movie unless I had a reason to believe that specific child would not take it well. These are emotionally low-stakes bubblegum films. It will probably be easier to socialize with other kids if they have seen them.

But then, when I picture being in charge of a hypothetical child, I usually imagine this being the case because they are related to me, and the pupal stage in my family strongly resembles Wednesday Addams. ALL children love death and violence, though, right?? This isn’t a joke point. I know it looks like a joke point.

The MCU thing seems especially weird in light of the article’s particular focus on Spider-Man, which is the kiddie line of the MCU, even if they refused to waver from their usual formula enough to get a lower rating. Though I am more inclined to describe it as “preying on the young” than “child-friendly”.

(MCU movies are increasingly dubious propaganda, but I would not judge them in front of a child who wanted to watch them for that reason, just in case this led to them partaking of them without me the second they were old enough to and then they grew up to run a blog about them while our relationship suffered because they didn’t feel like it was safe to talk to me about their interests…Mom.)

I tried to overcome the philosophy of letting anyone read anything while compiling this handful of mostly-newish superhero recs for the road that anyone can read. (Handily, I have been in spitting distance of being hired as a comic shop clerk enough to have thought about it before):

For actual children:

Marvel Adventures Spider-Man (the new one is reminiscent of ITSV, the old one is more like 616) any DC/Archie crossover, Archie’s Superteens The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl (for bookish children who think they’re too good for comics and adults afraid of the kid’s section) Teen Titans Go (even if you hate the show) Superman Smashes the Klan

For teens:

Ms. Marvel Young Avengers (volume 2) Unbelievable Gwenpool Batman: Gotham Adventures Teen Titans Go (the tie-in comic based off the old show was also called this)

Here are a bunch of relevant C. S. Lewis quotes.

#me every time i read a comic book article by a rag not exclusively about comic books: i know more than you. #marvel #spidey #DCU #MCU critical #mirrorfalls #asks answered #submission #unearthed this and bashed it out in one sitting ... i have not been working on it since you sent it last year XD

[katsukikitten]

WARNING 18+ BIRB NOT BIRB SMUT! Band AU, harem collab. In which reader meets her favorite faceless singer. Little over 3k

Sweat trickles down your spine as your favorite song is blasted from the large speakers. Fog from the stage lingers just above your head as you feel as if you were in a dream. The setting is surreal especially since you actually managed to WIN those rare radio tickets to see a band in concert. And not just any band, your favorite fucking bad.  

TOKYO MOB

The band consisted of four people, Bakugou Katsuki, the drummer who was angrier than any person you'd ever seen wearing nothing but skinny black jeans and a perpetual frown. Jiro, so cool and sleek in anything she wore as she tore up her guitar as side vocals. Then there was Denki, funny, cute even, on the bass with his electric blonde hair and killer smile. Lastly there was "Dark Shadow", the lead vocalist. 

No one knew his real name or what he looked like, he chose to wear a headpiece in the shape of a raven or crow. You loved him, even without knowing his face. 

He was so fit, strong arms and deadly abs that could be seen from beneath his cut off band tee crop top, much like you were wearing now. His voice was soothing as a bird's song, whether he was screaming or singing. The sound so uniquely beautiful it brought tears to your eyes the first time you heard it. And standing here with nothing but a small barricade and stage separating the two of you was a dream made in heaven. 

He sings your favorite song, looking out into the crowd, body drenched in sweat from the high energy show as he jumps to the beat. He pauses to hit a long note and while the guitar riffs he looks into the VIP section. You swear you feel as if he is looking dead at you. The next few lyrics are packed full with emotion as he gets onto his knee, one hand holding the microphone while the other gently floats towards outstretched hands. 

"I've been looking for youuuu, I just need to find youuuuu and when I do, when I do I'll dress you in my band teee and make youuuu~"

But it's yours that his fingers brush, intertwining his fingers with yours as tears prick your eyes. 

"Mine. Forever miiinee~" 

The world stops, his silky voice smoothing over your skin before it erupts in goose flesh, he holds on to your hand as he sings the chorus again. The screaming people around you fade away as you hear nothing but his sultry voice. 

As if he were serenading you in the kitchen of your home. 

"I've been looking for youuuu, I just need to find youuuuu and when I do, when I do I'll dress you in my band teee and make youuuu~"

"Mine. Forever miiinee~"

He squeezes your hand as he finishes the note, releasing your hand slowly before starting to stand. The music begins to fade as he huffs, trying to catch his breath before looking over the band. He sees that ever might need just a second more to take in some water so he brings the mic close to his face as he shouts. 

"Are we having a good time tonight?!" 

The crowd erupts into a scream, so loud you can barely hear the one tearing up your throat. 

"I can't fucking hear you, extras!" Bakugou shouts into his own mic. The sold out stadium shakes rivaling the bass of the sound system as they all play off random notes and beats. When the deafening roar becomes a hushed, dull roar Bakugou sets the beat, Jiro and Denki join in as their most popular song begins to bump through the speakers. The song sets a heavy, hype beat that can get anyone to bang their head to. You start along with them, booze lighting up your system and causing you to ignore the charged air around you  

Some of the bystanders, some of the women especially were jealous of the fact that you were holding hands with none other than the DARK SHADOW. 

"Stupid bitch." They murmur amongst themselves, "Let's really fuck her up." 

One says before shoving her unsuspecting and overly excitable boyfriend into another guy while shouting. 

"MOSH PIT!" The crowd follows suit, putting you in the thick of it. Normally you could handle a little mosh, staying on the fringes to avoid too much damage but being in the center was beginning to spell trouble. The world spun as body after body began to slam into you, turning you this way and that before someone begins to take advantage of the situation. A sleazy guy you had hoped to avoid "falls" into you, rough palms grabbing a handful of your ass, beneath your skirt. A yelp lost to the crowd leaves your lips, tears burning in your eyes as this man set out to ruin what was possibly the highlight of your life. 

He was going to ruin it with his disgusting cigarette breath, lips sloppily kissing at your throat as he moved the two of you closer to the barricade. His fingers dig into your ass, spreading your cheeks as he shouts into your ear. 

"These fishnets for me slut?" He slurs, chuckling as he presses your back into the cool biting metal, "Love the crop top baby, do you got a bra on underneath?" 

A sob threatens to rack through your body as your elated high quickly turns into stomach churning nausea. Desperately you look up to the stage, anything to distract you from the fingers that try to venture between your thighs, while the other rips at your favorite top.

Tokoyami jumps, stopping to adjust his feet for steady ground to do the screaming part of the song, he glances down into the crowd, silently looking for you. The woman who made his heart flutter for the first time in years and when he sees your face tilted up towards him with fear and pain twisting your features he loses his cool. 

"Fucking stop!" He shouts, the lyrics gone for now as the music abruptly stops, the man holding you startles as the light follows Dark Shadow's accusing finger. He is illuminated by the stage light as bystanders rip him from you, he punches one guy and makes a run for it. 

 "Aye yo security. Get this asshole!" Dark Shadow shouts, leaning down for your now outstretched arms. Pulling you on stage with ease as his fingers flutter over your shoulders and sides for injuries.

"You okay my sparrow?" He coos softly and you nod, and he guides you towards the back of the stage, leaving the two front members to appease the excited crowd. He presses a cold water bottle to your hand before pulling up a chair a few feet from the drum kit. 

"Stay by Bakugou okay? He'll take care of you." He wipes some sweat from your face before squeezing the nape of your neck. Bakugou glares your way with mixed emotions before doing his show starting beat to get the crowd jumping. 

"Anyone else wanna act like a fucking douche?" Denki asks, walking up and down the front of the stage waiting for Tokoyami to return to the forefront. 

"NOOOOO!" The crowd shouts, Denki offers a cheeky smile before adding. 

"That's my good fans!" He blows a kiss to the crowd and the screams fly up an octave. 

"Alright let's start this shit from the top!" Jiro shouts, letting out some hypnotic notes before looking towards Tokoyami. 

"Actually, let's give them a sample of the new album. Let's give them a tease. Do you wanna be teased?" He asks the crowd aiming the mic towards them as if he needed to. 

"SHOW US! TEASE US!" The crowd chants before Tokoyami looks towards his band members. 

"I dunno do they deserve it?" Bakugou prodes and the audience lets out a dejected whine. 

"Promise to behave?" Jiro teases and the crowd collectively screams out desperately "YES!"

"Well keep your hands to yourself and listen up cause you're only gonna hear it this once til it drops!" Tokoyami shouts before Jiro starts playing that hypnotic sound, shortly after Denki joins in. Bakugou twisting his drumstick as he waits for his cue impatiently. Dark Shadow takes in a deep breath before singing the haunting first lines of their new song. 

"What do you do, when it's stalking after yoouuu? What do you say when it's just a breath awaaay~? Coming closer and you can't seem to get awaaaaay?" 

"Always watching, always loooomming-" 

Bakugou slams his sticks down hard onto the kit, foot tapping the bass drum at an alarming speed as everything seems to be hitting a climax. 

"WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN ITS COMING FROM INSIDE OF YOU? WHAT DO YOU SAY WHEN IT SHARES YOUR NAAAAME? 

WHEN YOU CAN'T HIDE THE DEMON THAT'S LURKING INSIDE!" 

The last line he screams and the crowd is overcome with emotion. The height of the music and the new song that the band pours their hearts into, sends the crowd into a frenzy. Sweat dripping from everyone as their black shirts dampen around their collars. 

The song the crowd wanted to last forever comes to an end and you find yourself standing to scream, tears in your eyes.

"That was amazing!" Curling your fingers into a fist, Dark Shadow turns back to see you, out of the millions of people there tonight, in that moment he could only hear you.  

"Well I think we gave them a good show huh?" Denki asks into the mic, Bakugou drums a heavy beat as he shouts. 

"FUCK YEA WE DID!" 

"HAVE A GOOD NIGHT!!" The band members shout in unison before waving and slowly backing off stage. Tokoyami rushes towards you, hand slipping around your natural waist as he guides you into the darkened stage towards his dressing room. Your heart is racing in your ears as the silence becomes deafening. Being this close to Dark Shadow you couldn't help but notice the little cushion that keeps his helmet from damaging his throat and the intoxicating smell that rolls off of him like a cool breeze. He smells like cedar and pine at twilight while the wind brings with it the threat of snow. 

You shiver despite the warmth of his touch. Swallowing the lump in your throat you force your tongue to cooperate as he steps in front of his door politely opening it for you. His small silver chains clink from the motion.

"You must be tired, are you sure you want...company?" If you could see his face you imagined he'd be smiling. Pressing his hand at the small of your back to urge you inside. 

"I'm sure." He walks in, waiting for you to follow before he slumps onto a worn leather arm chair. Your platform converse move on their own as you cross the threshold of the room, closing the door behind you. 

"Lock it, would you sparrow?" All you can do is nod as you turn the lock until you hear a soft click. He gestures for you to sit on the couch beside him before his broad hands go towards his helmet. 

The blood rushes from your face as a moment of honor and horror wage war in your gut, pulling your heart down towards your feet. 

"Wait!" You shout, startling both of you and you feel heat rise into your cheeks and throat, "I don't want you to feel obligated to take it off. We can just...talk." 

Nervously you fidget with the hem of your skirt, thinking he was going to kick you out for being so lame. 

Boring. 

He stands and you flinch before he sits beside you on the love seat. If you could see his eyes you wondered if they were sparkling. His winter woods smell tickles your nose and you smile. 

"I'd love to just talk. But first." He must notice your ripped shirt as he stands again. Rummaging through his suitcase to find the first edition band tee ever made for TOKYO MOB.

"I couldn't!" You half shout and then squeak, "I shouldn't" 

"I insist." He says softly placing it on your lap before giving you his toned back. The cropped tee he wears shows off the dimples in his lower back that has you thinking of what it would look like while those hips piston into you. Quickly you toss your ripped shirt aside and slip his over your head, relishing the present smell, heart stirring.

"It's safe." You say softly and he turns around taking the seat beside you again. 

After a small awkward silence the two of you begin to talk, the conversation coming easy as you gushed over his voice and where you went to college when he asked. Him wanting to know more about your life and the night ended up being about you instead of him for once and it was nice. 

Nice to not have someone prying or clawing at his neck to find out just who he was and what he looked like, suddenly heat rushes to his pants. His hand comes to rest on your knee just below the hem of your skirt, ringed fingers sliding beneath the black fabric. You swallow, looking into the face of the bird mask and softly speak. 

"How- how would we kiss?" It feels stupid, embarrassing that you would even think that. He kills the light by the love seat flooding the room in total darkness before he takes off his helmet with a clatter. 

"Like this." His lips are by your ear now sending ecstacy through your body in the form of a spine tingling shudder. He kisses at your lobe working his way down your throat and then up to your jaw, avoiding your lips as he tastes every inch of you he can. His damp hair tickles your nose as he moves you to him, hovering over you as he kisses the plane of your stomach beneath his lifted shirt. 

"You look damn good in my shirt baby." He trails his tongue up your sternum causing you to moan, he smirks against the bone before sucking at the supple skin of your breast. Choosing them for his canvas to paint in blacks and blues that you would soon come to wish would last a life time. His free hand twists your nipple, pulling it as he scrapes his teeth against your other. Tongue flicking against the sensitive nub another moan escapes your lips as he plays with you for what feels like hours. He doesn't even go to touch your aching cunt until you're covered in a sheen of sweat. Begging for his hands to move lower as your vision spots in the dark from his sensual touch alone. Your own hands explore up his defined abs and torso occasionally catching the cool metal of his chains, this time you decide to pull him into a kiss. Your lips touching his for the first time all night and you feel like a live wire. Hungrily and aggressively trying to devour him as you feel music dancing through your blood, humming in your bones, he groans amplifying the feeling as his clothed hard on presses into your core. His tongue swipes over yours and the thought of not even knowing what he looks like arches your back into his touch. 

Finally he flips your skirt up, his fingers venturing between your thighs and when he finds no fabric and the satisfying sound of your slick he bucks his hips, biting at your breasts. 

"So wet sparrow…." His voice is soft breath and a little desperate causing your cunt to clench. He circles your clit until you're crying, his fingers occasionally checking for a stream of tears. When he feels the droplets on your face he chuckles shoving his fingers knuckle deep going agonizingly slow until you're fluttering around his thick curled digits. You cum hard and he whispers praises in your ear, several times as your body shakes and you think you won't be able to make it through the night. 

"Ready for my cock babe?" He asks gently swiping his thumb over your swollen and heavily abused clit. You perk right up, ready for the finale silently thanking the gods for a band members stamina. You notice him shaking as he leans down for a kiss, his stomach sweaty and sticking to yours. You fist his hair, pulling him back just a bit. 

"You'll be okay?" You can just make out the gleam of his teeth from his smirk before his voice comes out as pure sinful husk. 

"The question is, will you sweet sparrow?" 

Too stunned to answer he swallows your silence with a kiss before he sheaths himself inside you. Relishing the moan in his mouth and the fluttering of your velvet walls as they adjust to him. You were so wet, so ready for him as he slowly rocked his hips. Your half wish from earlier coming true as your hands fly to the dimples of his lower back, trying to urge him to quicken his pace but he keeps it languid, deadly. Each stroke hitting with purpose. The head of his cock hitting that cushy spot as his pelvis snapped against your clit. The sensation sends you into a never ending moan. Each gasp his stage name as he marks you as his, nails raking down your arms as he praises. 

"Such a nice pussy you have. Taking me so fucking well." He lingers by your ear, his tone the opposite of his lustful words. Your own nails claw down his back in viscous lines as he keeps you on the edge. The coil, steady and tight as you feel the pressure in your stomach growing. He can feel how tightly you're squeezing him and how your thighs are locked around his waist. He press his fingers into your stomach as his thumb swipes over your clit, his hips snapping faster and faster as he waits for what he hopes is coming. The pressure becomes too much he overstimulates your body, shaking as you cry out. 

"I can't, I can't…" 

"You can, just for me. Don't be shy, cum for me baby." His deep voice sends a chill through your body, you go rigid, quiet before your body jerks and releases a clear liquid onto his pelvis and cock. Shaking as he fucks your through it before his voice comes out strained as you milk him. 

"Imma cum baby, where do you want it?" 

"In me, I promise I have an IUD just fucking cum Dark Shadow!" You gasp and he obeys, adding to your pleasant after shocks, filling you to the brim with his hot seed with a husky grunt. He collapses onto you fixing your shirt before he gently withdraws, keeping his face to your chest as your fingers find his hair. You try not to let your thoughts wander and as if he could read your mind. 

"I promise you, you're the only one who's made me do that." He kisses your throat gently before his hand searches for your free one, interlacing his fingers with yours before he hums. Slowly singing you to sleep. You welcome the feeling as exhaustion blankets you in darkness.

"Uh miss." The voice comes as a shock as a large man tries to wake you from a distance. You startle, grabbing at blankets to cover yourself although you're fully clothed.  

"Hate to wake you miss but we're locking up. The venue is closed and the band is…" Although he looks a brute he clearly has some sort of heart. Unable to say what you know.  

"Gone." Tears burn your eyes as you think of how stupid you were. To ever think you were special enough to be anything more than a groupie. A note sits on the bedside table. 

"Should we cross paths again, Sparrow. I'll make you forever mine" 

The note blurs as you recognize the lyrics to the song. You look down at his band tee and wonder if your favorite song was more of a gimmick to pick up fans than some fated promise. 

And so life moves on.

You can only tell that time has passed from the fading color of your bruises. Slowly they melt from a cold bluish black into cool greens and warm dotted yellows. You sigh, looking in the mirror before you head towards your room for clothes.  Finally mustering up the courage to wear that stupid band tee he gave you again. It still smells faintly of him, of the winter woods suspended in forever twilight. Of musk from your sweat and his. You fight back the tears as you remind yourself you just put on mascara, finally choosing to participate in a social life after having your heart broken for being a fool. You decided to get ready sooner rather than later, otherwise you would have backed out from the plans and mopped around the house. You figured some coffee would help kill the time as you lace up your converse thinking of your favorite shop. You head out and walk leisurely to the cafe off the beaten path of downtown.  The street is full but not overly so as people browse the shopping district of the huge city you call home. Everyone fades into the background until your eye catches against a handsome man, dressed in tastefully torn black jeans, and an onyx turtleneck. You would be concerned for his attire in this weather if he wasn't so damn handsome. You must catch his eye as well as his face instantly lights up when he makes eye contact. He beats you to the cafe door, holding it open for you with ringed fingers like a gentleman waiting for you to enter. The gesture feels familiar causing your heart to squeeze in your chest, feeling trapped beneath your too small rib cage. As you walk past him you think you smell something familiar. 

Like cedar and pine, dancing on a snowy wind as the sun sets the world on fire. 

Your world on fire as you grip at the front of Dark Shadow's shirt trying not to cry. You just wanted your fucking macchiato and to move on with your life. You had lived every fan's dream of sleeping with your favorite band member. Tasting Dark Shadow's blackberry mouth. Shouldn't that be enough? 

Your aching heart said otherwise. 

Suddenly warmth is behind you, radiating off of a thick body as the handsome man bends over to put his profile to your ear. Goose flesh prickles your skin in late August as he says with a voice that drapes you in sinful black silk.

"You look damn good in my shirt, sparrow." 

#tokoyami smut #tokoyami fukimage #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami x you #bnha x reader #bnha band au #server collab #fukimage x reader

[inks-books]

My-Writblr's WIPs

Hello! I'm remaking my introduction post because things have changed. I finished writing my 4 book series and now I have new WIPs to work on!!!

So as an introduction!

My name is Inks. I'm 32, aro/ace/agender. Pronouns are She/They. I have 3 cats and am baby sitting another for a while; as well as have a dog that I love dearly. I'm a writer at my job, and as a hobbyist. I LOVE fantasy and try to put it in all of my stories but I have a few that are just regular stories I promise LOL

So without further adieu, here are my current WIPs!

Curiosity Killed the Elf:

There’s nothing quite like Allonwë’s sense of mischief. From setting the Captain of the Guard’s eyebrows on fire, to driving her body guard insane trying to keep up with her antics, this princess knows how to keep things interesting. But when she bites off more than she can chew by finding a shiny bracelet in a secret room guarded by a haunted suit of armor, things start to get complicated. Only finding out that it’s actually a weapon of mass destruction AFTER she barters the bracelet off to some random travelers that are more than what they seem, Allonwë and her body guard Natanael have to scramble to get the bracelet back at all cost before her parents realize she’s missing!

Love Triangle Gone Wrong:

Being a pansexual werecat isn’t all it’s chalked up to be especially when being diabetic makes you have to shift in the middle of work. But Ethan makes it work. Until he’s forced to imprint on someone who is married and about to have a kid. THAT’S the worst. At least he isn’t like Lucien who was cursed by a witch to turn into a werewolf at night (except on a New Moon). Until that is Lucien imprints on Ethan’s Imprintee too! What?! Now they have to figure out who’s going to win the girl’s heart whilst fighting each other. But what they don’t know about Hope is that she has a few secrets of her own. One being the fact she’s Aro Ace and not in the market for a relationship. But how does that work? Isn’t she already in a relationship? Find out how this mess solves itself as the pages unfold their story!

Mirrored Secrets:

Separated from her clan while they fled their homeland in fear of being killed by the Roman Army, Maura is captured and sold into slavery. Feared for her flame colored hair in this new land, she is forced to work as a medicine woman of a brothel in the very capital city she sought to avoid. There she meets a stranger that changes everything. Having also been sold into slavery and forced to fight in the arena for the Emperor's entertainment, "The Demon" as he is called, is more than just gladiator in the ring. His wish to hide his true nature is put in jeopardy when he meets Maura and she can see straight through his disguise. But he discovers her secret too. Working together to hide their secrets, these two unlikely friends begin to plot their escape from the dreaded Roman Empire, but will they make it out alive? The Emperor seems to have other plans.

The Blue Eyed Thief

Brought up by a schizophrenic soldier of a father who was preparing for the government to take him out, Nindë didn't have a normal childhood. Living in a secluded place, her only solace was a friend she would sneak out to meet at the edge of the compound she grew up in. One day, Nindë watches her friend get kidnapped right before her very eyes and she goes to her father for help. Big Mistake. Now thinking she is a spy for the government and that she's been selling information on them to her 'friend', Nindë's father starts to hunt her down. Escaping into the world, Nindë lives on the streets, learning to fight underground to survive and never staying in one place or long. Then, one day, a man claiming to be her godfather says he knows where her friend is and that he knew Nindë's mother. When he convinces her to stay with him by showing her that her friend is alive and well, Nindë is introduced to a higher society than she's used to and is surrounded by people that consider her feral. Now needing to learn how to blend in to this new environment, Nindë catches the eye of someone who she frankly can't stand because he goes against all she stands for. When he starts making amends though, Nindë finds herself caught up in a whirlwind romance that she did NOT have planned, nor does she think she can have with her father still out there and after her. Can she have a normal life and closure with the people who've saved her from the streets or will her father find her and ruin it all? Or will something else happen entirely?

I'm going to stop here even though I have more WIPs I'm technically working on because this post is long enough already, and the other WIPs are drawing related comics I'm trying to find an artist to help me draw. I've got the story I just need help drawing it.

#writblr introduction #writeblr introduction #original writing #original stories #original books #writing community #writeblr intro #writeblr

[flashfuture]

hello do you mind explaining all the amazons?

All of them????

Okay uh I'll break down the ones i at least know about anyone who's deeper into the WonderFam please jump in I don't really interact with them that much.

But we've got

Diana Prince: Wonder Woman

Our Golden Age Princess of the Amazons. During the Golden and Silver ages she came from Paradise Island. She was truly animated clay here and several hundred years old by the time of WWII. During the Golden Age Diana married Steve Trevor and they had a daughter named Hippolyta "Lyta" Trevor. (My break down of Lyta would be an essay in itself and she's not really an Amazon so). Diana was a member of the JSA here.

During the Silver Age Diana also married Steve but no kids. She rescued Donna Troy from a fire and sent her to Paradise Island to be raised by Hippolyta making Donna and Diana sisters. This is the first timeline to mention Ares is her grandfather technically as he made Hippolyta. Diana lost her powers at some point. She got really really good at martial arts and then two years later got her powers back. She supposedly died during Infinite Crisis but then you know didn't. During Convergence she killed a vampire Joker. That was fun. In this timeline Diana was a founding member of the JLA.

Okay and post crisis New Earth Diana is the first one to say Diana is from Themyscira. It was still called Paradise Island sometimes. She was molded from clay. Diana in this time was not a founding member of the JLA but came to America after it was founded. (I think Infinite Crisis retconned her to be a founding member but idk) Diana has become a member of the Trinity alongside Batman (Bruce Wayne) and Superman (Clark Kent). 

The Prime Earth Diana is the one from Flashpoint and onwards. She’s now the daughter of Zeus. In New52 if I recall right she was made much much younger like in her 20s and explored mankind in the modern era. The Doomsday clock thing reestablished her WWII origins. She was also said again to have been born during probably the Hellenistic Period (they said classical antiquity and that’s you know just a few thousand years) She just helped out in Death Metals and is now doing something with Infinite Frontier unclear I don’t really know what Prime Earth Diana has been up to lately. 

So on Earth-Two, Earth-One, and New Earth Diana was the granddaughter of Ares and as such her life span was greatly extended. On Prime Earth as the direct daughter of Zeus she is immortal. 

Donna Troy: Troia/Wonder Girl 

Donna is a tricky one. She was introduced real quick to fill the girl role on the Teen Titans cause the boys were getting a little too gay. So started Silver Age Earth 1. Okay so basically her origin kept changing but the one that’s ‘canon’ is she was created to be a playmate for Diana but was abducted and kept being cursed to live tragic lives in New Cronus. Right around the Titans era okay Donna was rescued by Diana and brought back to Earth. Donna was the one to suggest the Teen Titans name. Donna is a member of the Fab Five along with Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson), Aqualad/Tempest (Garth of Shayaris), Kid Flash/Flash (Wally West), and Speedy/Arsenal (Roy Harper)

Donna married Terry Long when she was 19 and they had Robert, got divorced, they died in a car crash. 

After Crisis on Infinite Earth Donna sorta realized all those ‘lives’ she led were other version of her which she was all of now. And also Donna was believed to be the Goddess of the Moon. She had to stop a sun-eater or whatever but failed (Hal came in with a clutch it it’s cool)

Donna also had to fix some shit during Infinite Crisis and ended up on a Universe Hopping road trip with Kyle Rayner and Jason Todd to find Ray Palmer for Final Crisis or something. She was killed by a Superman Android during the Teen Titans/Young Justice Crossover. (Edit thanks to that anon for this I legit couldn’t remember how she died)

And Prime Earth Donna was made to destroy Diana. She you know didn’t. 

Look I’ll be real I know next to nothing about what the New52 tried to do with Donna. I just go by her original origins of being Diana’s sister. 

On Earth-One and New Earth Donna’s life span was greatly extended and on Prime Earth she is stated to be Immortal as on Prime Earth Amazonian’s on Themyscira were granted immortality. 

Nubia: 

She is like Diana’s twin made from darker clay on Earth-One which is the silver age Earth. Nubia was actually slightly older than Diana but she was stolen as a baby by Ares who was going by Mars. Mars/Ares is Nubia’s grandfather and he wanted her help in taking down the Amazons. Nubia was raised on Floating Island (or slaughter island as Mars/Ares called it). Nubia fought Diana and hesitated to kill her leading to a draw. Nubia returned to Floating Island and at some point Supergirl had to save her life from poison of some sort. 

On New Earth she went by Nu’Bia and was just a random Amazon, her job was to guard the Doom’s Doorway which is an entrance to the River Styx. She was not Diana’s sister. 

On Prime Earth Nubia is the daughter of Hippolyta and the half-sister of Diana not her twin. Nubia went undercover pretending to work with Darkseid before Themyscira could recover and rally to fight. Nubia is currently the Queen of the Amazons. She was given the crown by her mother, Hippolyta during the Dark Metals event. 

As with Donna on Earth-One and New Earth Nubia had a greatly extended lifespan and on Prime Earth Amazons are immortal. 

Cassie Sandsmark: Wonder Girl 

She is a New Earth entry who was for the new Young Justice team. She is the daughter of Zeus and Dr. Helena Sandsmark. Here as Ares is Cassie’s half-brother and technically the father of the Amazon’s this means Cassie is Diana’s great-aunt. 

Cassie as a girl was able to request a Boon of Zeus who she didn’t know was her father at the time I believe and demanded real superpowers. Her mother Helena was able to turn off Cassie’s superpowers at the start as well. Cassie was trained by Artemis for awhile. Cassie became Wonder Girl in honor of Donna Troy who handed over her old suit. Cassie joined Young Justice as a teenager and would later be on the Teen Titans. Cassie has become a part of the Core Four for Young Justice alongside Robin/Red Robin (Tim Drake), Superboy (Kon-El/Conner Kent), and Impulse (Bart Allen). 

Cassie’s best friends outside of the core four are Supergirl (Kara Zor-El) and Cissie King-Jones (Arrowette). Cassie and Conner Kent used to date as well and she was in love with him before he died during Infinite Crisis. 

On Prime Earth Cassie is the daughter of Lennox and the granddaughter of Zeus. In this version Diana is Cassie’s aunt not the other way around. Cassie is still a member of the Young Justice team here. I don’t exactly remember what was happening during the New52. She was still Cassie unlike Kon and Bart who’d been replaced. But during Rebirth she went with the other members of Young Justice to rescue Conner Kent from Gemworld. She is currently still a member of the Titans. 

On New Earth as the daughter of Zeus, Cassie is an immortal who would not age further once she reached her prime age (like 27 or so). On Prime Earth as the granddaughter of Zeus and the daughter of Lennox Cassie’s life is extremely extended. 

Artemis Grace:

Artemis of Bana-Mighdall comes from a separate group of Amazons not on Themyscira or Paradise Island. Bana-Mighdall is a tribe of Amazons in Egypt who left Greece millennia ago. 

On New Earth Artemis left her home at 14 and wound up working for Ra’s Al Ghul before returning to her home. There was a competition to see who would be the next Wonder Woman as Hippolyta foresaw Wonder Woman die and wished to spare her daughter the fate. Hippolyta ensured Artemis won the competition. Artemis was shunned by most of the world including the Justice League who refused to see her as the true Wonder Woman. Artemis was also thought to be too violent. Artemis would later die in a battle with a demon fulfilling the prophecy of Wonder Woman dying. 

Artemis got out of hell eventually and was given the job of training Cassie Sandsmark by Diana and would later train Supergirl in combat as well. 

On Prime Earth Artemis was raised being told she would be Queen of the Amazons. She was desperate to prove herself and wanted to be the Shim’Tar of the Bana Amazons. Artemis’ best friend and lover Akila was chosen instead. Without Akila by her side Artemis felt her home had nothing left to offer and set out on her own. She helped stop an invasion of Qurac into Bana as well. 

Artemis then joined the Outlaws and worked with Red Hood (Jason Todd) and Bizarro, a botched clone of Superman. 

On New Earth Artemis had a greatly extended life span. On Prime Earth he Amazons were gifted immortality but those who left for Bana-Mighdall lost this gift so it is most likely that Artemis has the same extended lifespan from New Earth. 

Grace Choi:

Grace on New Earth comes from the same group as Artemis in Bana-Mighdall. Grace’s mother is an Amazon but her father was a Korean American. Grace grew up in America in the foster care system. She ran away at 9 but was kidnapped and sold into a child prostitution ring. She managed to escape at age 12 after her powers kicked in. Grace began fightining both for pay and for fun and worked as a bouncer at a meta club in Metropolis. 

Grace worked for the Outsiders for awhile at the request of Roy Harper an ex-fling and good friend of hers. She helped rescue Lian from the same child protsition ring she was in as a child and generally had lots of adventures with the Outsiders. 

Later it was revealed she had Bana roots but Grace refused to join them as they were currently you know sieging down the US. Batman was briefly worried about her loyalties but Grace proved she had no loyalty or ties to the Bana Amazons. 

Grace has returned to the Prime Earth in Infinite Frontier and in Festival of Heroes and it seems like nothing has changed with her so far. 

Grace has increased longevity of her life. She is listed as half-amazon because only her mother is a Bana Amazon but all Amazons only have their mother who are Amazons so I don’t really see why she isn’t a full Amazon. Anyways increased life span. 

Jason:

He is Diana’s twin on Prime Earth. He was sent away cause you know no men on Themyscira. Jason was raised by Glaucus who was a member of the Argonauts crew and worked under the original Jason of Greek Myth. Who Jason was named for. 

Jason was raised on the Aegean Coast by Glaucus and became a Fisherman. Jason was trained in his youth by his half-brother Hercules. 

Jason worked briefly with Diana but wasn’t sure how to be a hero. There was a period where Darksied’s daughter tricked him but Diana talked him down. And Jason saved Diana’s life during the Dark Metals event. 

He is currently in the Dark Mutliverse living with a boyfriend on the Aegean Coast. 

As the son of Zeus, Jason is an immortal. 

⚔️ Also for fun the Weapons:⚔️

Lasso of Truth: Wielded by Diana Prince

Originally imbued with it’s power by Aphrodite and Athena later after crisis forged by Hephaestus and powered by Hestia, this lasso forces the truth from whoever it has ensnared. It is indestructible.

Lasso of Persuasion: Wielded by Donna Troy

This Lasso forces someone to do what the wielder demands. This requires Donna’s or whoever wields the lasso to have a stronger will then who they’re using the lasso on. It is indestructible.

Lasso of Lightning: Wielded by Cassie Sandsmark 

This lasso was created by Ares and gifted to his half-sister Cassie Sandsmark on New Earth. This lasso channels Zeus’ lightning and can make someone experience intense rage if they are caught by the lasso. The power of the lasso is directly correlated to Cassie’s rage levels. 

Lasso of Submission: Wielded by Artemis Grace

Originally from Earth-3 this lasso has the ability to make someone obey any commands even those to inspire false love. After Superwoman (Lois Lane) of Earth-3 was killed Diana took the lasso and gifted it to Artemis. 

Bow of Ra: Wielded by Artemis Grace

The Bow of Ra was a gift from the Egyptian sun god, Ra to the Bana-Midghall Amazons. This bow goes to the Shim’Tar and forges a special bond with them. Those who are not the Shim’Tar cannot wield the bow and further if you are not a candidate to be a Shim’Tar the bow will harm or even kill you. The bow requires intense willpower to use or it can drive the wielder mad. Akila was driven mad with the power of the bow and had to be killed by Diana and Artemis. It is said to have the power to destroy stars so this bow is incredibly dangerous and powerful if not wielded by the right person. 

(Bonus Donna used to use a lasso that was golden but held no specific magical properties.) 

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