#fuckin.... GOD.... MORTAL COMBAT!!!

[dance-to-mythoughts-blog]

Chapter 1: The villain from hell

Series Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, Dick in pussy, quirk play from both parties, hurt/comfort, mentions of substance abuse, mentions of death and near-death experiences, creampie, facials, nasty talk, pet names, extreme trauma, OC is bilingual so she will be speaking Spanish, English, and some Japanese.

“Fuck this club up, Fuck this, fuck this club up (Fuck up), Fuck this club up, Fuck this, fuck this club up (Fuck up), Fuck this club up, Fuck this, fuck this club up (Fuck up), (ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire) Yeah” the alarm blasted loud by Nicki Minaj. Iman turned over to turn off her alarm.

“Fuck I don’t want to go to work,” Iman said as she rolled out of bed and turned off her alarm. Iman was a sidekick for Pro-Hero Endeavor. She graduated from UA and works as a sidekick at the Endeavor agency for about 2 years. It was a typical day. Iman had the day shift. Her shift was a long 6:30 AM to 4:00 PM. That’s a fucking long time if you ask me. Iman did her hygiene routine. That consisted of a long shower, skincare, and doing her hair. Iman was a black woman who was Afro-Latina. She had thick 4B curly hair with a sprinkle of grey hair, an hourglass shape, a face created by the heavens above, and the might of a samurai. She also had the mouth to back it up. Iman was the finest thing that God created, and she knew it but she was humbled. Iman grabbed her car keys and headed straight for the door.

In the car, she blasted Wu-Tang Clan C.R.E.A.M to help get her mind right for the day ahead. Who the fuck drives their car listening to Wu Tang Clan at 6:30 in the morning? Iman does that’s who. Pulling into the parking lot, she got out of the car, scanned her badge to enter the building, and then proceeded to go to her desk to do paperwork until it was time for her to do her patrol. At her desk, she responded to inquiries, made outbound calls to other heroes and sidekicks, and helped with training the recruits. As the late morning approached, Iman went to go and change into her hero costume and meet the recruits for training. Her hero costume was a sapphire-colored leotard, leg holsters for her fans with a knife (like Kitana from Mortal Kombat), a foldable sword that she keeps in one of her leg holsters, sapphire-colored combat boots, hair in a high messy curly bun, with her sapphire-colored mask that covers the lower half of her face. Hero name: Sapphire.

“Alright motherfuckers. Welcome to the hero biz. This is your training. Keep in mind that where we are about to enter is the training ground, which is not the gym. Everyone, please look over to the left.” Everyone looked to the left. “This is recovery girl. You might hear some people address her as Ms. Emma. If there are any serious injuries, please see her when training is finished. DO NOT USE YOUR QUIRKS TO THEIR FULL POTENTIAL. Do we understand the rules?”

A collective “yes Ma’am” was heard.

“Alright everyone, please follow me.” As Iman led them into the training facility.

“What area is this?” a recruit named Hellfire questioned.

“This is a training facility.”

Hellfire rolled his eyes. “If we are supposed to be training with no quirks, how come we are in an area of a replicated town that has been burned and destroyed?” he asked with a slight attitude. Iman replied.

“Because in hero biz, you will end up having to save people from ALL WALKS OF LIFE WHO DEPEND ON YOU TO SAVE THEM. Most of all, TEAMWORK dude. There will be times when you are called to help other Pro-heroes in different areas who have different quirks to save lives. HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT IS NECESSARY. Sometimes the villains that you fight are in different areas and DO NOT have quirks and you need to face them.” Iman stated. Hellfire and the other recruits just looked at you shook because they had just graduated from hero school and had probably never trained in hand-to-hand combat. “Any more questions?” Everyone was looking around. The silence was loud as fuck. People don’t always understand what they’re getting into with hero biz. It has its perks, and it also has its downside, but it is rewarding, nonetheless.

“Alright motherfuckers! Hellfire and Phantom please step forward.” They stepped forward. “Alright. I want a clean fight. Dig it? No funny shit. OK.”

“OK,” they said in unison.

“Alright. Fight!”

The match started and it instantly became bloody. Hellfire’s quirk is like Endeavor’s, but his flames are hotter. " Phantom’s quirk allows her to float in the air. The Phantom threw a blue ring of air out her fist at him and he dodged it. As he dodged, he activated his flames and threw a fireball at her, which hit her shoulder and ripped her costume. Iman interjected "HEY NO FUCKING QUIRKS" As she got up to block his net attack, he knocked her in her stomach with a fire fist, causing her to break down to her knees. Iman and the other sidekicks were looking at them crazy because this match was supposed to be hand to hand combat not quirk training. As she was kneeling in pain, he went to attack, and she disappeared. Everyone was shocked because they didn’t know what had just happened. She hit him with her special move, which allowed her to briefly go invisible. She kicked him in his back, and he went flying into the debris. She picked him up by the neck and threw him to the other side and debris flew everywhere. She stopped, kneeled to his level, and thumped him on his forehead.

“Cocksucker,” she said and walked off.

“And the winner is Phantom. I thought I said no quirks?”

Hellfire and Phantom looked at you. And turned their heads in shame.

"If you cannot listen, then yawl will have a horrible fucking time as sidekicks attempting to become heroes. These are people who are going to need us in a time of distress, and we have to listen to them. You cannot do a rescue mission and not listen to what the victim is telling you hurts. They could be telling you that the villain is still there but they're using you to draw em out. Fuckin pay attention. Got me?"

They looked at each other and uttered a collective " Yes Ma'am"

""Next two fighters. Step in the ring please. This time. Don't use any quirks. ok?"

The next contestants stepped forward. Soon as they were about to take their fighting stances the alarm rang. The alarm that went off is to let the agency know that there is a villain attack.

"Sapphire and Recovery Girl immediately report to Shibuya. Demon level threat"

Iman and Ms. Emma immediately sprang into action. Sapphire was already in her hero suit. On the way out the agency, she ran into her friend, Karly, who has a teleportation quirk.

"Hey Karly, can you teleport us to Shibuya?"

"Sure thing" And she teleported us to Shibuya. Soon as we got there it was a fucking train wreck. Debris everywhere, crumbling building, hurt civilians. A fucking mess. Sapphire ran straight to Endeavor when she saw him. He wasted no time in telling her what the Villain's quirk was. His quirk was mud making. Anything he touched would turn to mud. Heroes and police were struggling to get him to because everything he made turned to mud and they sank in the mud. Sapphire immediate activated her telekinesis and her foldable sword. She used her Telekinesis to throw her sword towards the villain and he threw mud and knocked her sword into a wall and caused it to dent. She wondered if she could get close enough for him to stop wreaking havoc. She used her fan to propel her towards the villain and again, he threw mud at her, and she flew. She flew so hard that it knocked her into the same building that her sword flew into and knocked the building down. Thankfully, there were no civilians inside because police and heroes had evacuated. Sapphire was having a hard time trying to bring this villain to justice when all of a sudden there was a loud explosion.

AN: Hey Lovelies. Finally got the first chapter out of this series. Don't know how long this series will last. Hope you enjoy.

Series Masterlist

#katsuki bakugo mha #mha x black female reader #bakugo x black reader #bakugo x oc #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha x black reader #mha x reader #mha x y/n #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugo x black fem reader #shoto x black fem reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #katsuki bakugou #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #kirishima ejirou

[moon-ursidae]

TLOU HBO EPISODE 3 SPOILERS!!!

just one long post of thoughts and reactions of the new episode as i watch!

i’m very interested to see what the cold open this week is

straight to intro? okay!

if anyone selects ‘skip intro’ i don’t trust you

OOOO THIS IS PRETTY

THE MUSIC IS SO GOOD

he’s so pretty

10 miles west of boston!

SHE HAS HIS JACKET 😭😭😭😭😭

“want your jacket back?” STFUUUU THE WAY HE SHOOK HIS HEAD😭😭😭

giving her his food🥺

oooooo i like this

“don’t blame me for something that isn’t my fault”

I LOVE THEM

I KNOW THIS MUSIC

the fuckin cinematography is so good

the way he says no before she’s done saying anything LMAO

“you ask a lot of goddamn questions” HAHAHAHA

THE MORTAL COMBAT GAME INSTEAD OF THE TURNING

YYEEEAAAAAA LOOTING

“anything bad in bere?” “just you” AGAIN! IS THIS GONNA BE THEIR THING? PLEASE TELL ME IT IS

lmao the way he said “fuck”

i don’t trust this trapdoor

ELLIE

OH SHIT

EEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW IN THE RUBBLE????

FUCK MAN

FUCK THAT SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME

THE PRACTICAL EFFECTS ARE SO GOOD

IT’S THE PICTURE

IT’S THE PICTURE

IT’S THE FIRST OFFICIAL LOOK WE GOT OF THEM AHHHHHG

“how a shitty government failed to prevent a pandemic” TEA

i could listen to him talk for so long

SORRY

i love that this is one continuous shot

“bread, cereal… pancake mix.” I’M GONNA LOSE IT😭

HE CAN’T FORGET THE DATE OF THE OUTBREAK😭😭😭😭

the way he wanted to go through the woods to protect her innocence. he didn’t want her to see the bones bc she shouldn’t have to. there was a way to avoid them and joel wanted to take that. HE CARES ABOUT HER SO MUCH ALREADY MAN😭😭😭

i never noticed the baby :(

BILL!

hoooly fuck he’s ALWAYS been stocked up huh?

oh my god he was a doomsday prepper

THE MUSIC HAHA

THE FUCKIN TRUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

damn he had this WHOLE town to pick clean

nick offerman is such phenomenal fucking casting

this whole show is phenomenal casting

IS THAT FUCKING WHITE ROOM BY CREAM

IT IS OH MY GOD

FRANK!!!!!!!!!

oh shit he has one of the scanners!

i’m guessing it got left behind?

“this is not an arby’s”💀💀💀

I LOVE NICK OFFERMAN

he’s so awkward🥺

the fucking music is so good are you joking gustavo

i need the soundtrack in my hands NOW

FRANK’S FACE LOOKING AT THE FOOD🥺

bill is so fancy

i love them so much already

HE’S GONNA PLAY PIANO😭

I LOVE FRANK

HIS FACE OF DISTASTE LMAO

“no thank you not this song” LMAO

IS BILL GONNA PLAY?

HE LOOKS SO UNCOMFY

HIS HUNCHED SHOULDERS LMAO

I KNEW HE WAS GONNA BE GOOD

THIS IS SO PRETTY

I’M GONNA CRY

“who’s the girl you’re singing about?” “there is no girl” “i know”

OH MY GOD HE WENT FOR IT

OH MY GOD

the way bill’s shaking 🥺

IS FRANK CRYING????

“go take a shower bill” 🥺

THE WAY HE’S WAITING OMG

wait this is so sweet 🥹

3 years later😭😭

NICK OFFERMAN SCREAMING “THE GOVERNMENT ARE ALL NAZIS” IN A ROLE MAKES SO MUCH SENSE TO ME??

“paying attention to things is how we love”🥹

this is such a lover’s quarrel

“we’re gonna make friends” 🥹

HE WAS TALKING ABOUT TESS ON THE RADIO😭😭😭

TESSSSSSSS😭😭😭😭😭😭

SHE’S SO GORGEOUS

also pedro’s so pretty

“get that gun outta my face” JDVSJHSHDHSHNSLABEODBSPBDOXBAL XLEJQKDJSOSBDOFBSLABSBPAJDLSJ

HE’S SO FUCKING ATTRACTIVE

omg his construction knowledge with the fence

FRANK IS SO CUTE

IT WAS HIS IDEA TO USE THE MUSIC CODES

this is also every double date LMAO

tess and frank connecting instantly then joel and bill are left to sus each other out HAHAHA

“we’ll be fine” bill i have a feeling you won’t

we’re in 2013 now!

THEM WORKING OUT TOGETHER😭😭😭

they’ve been together for 6 years🥹

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

I KNOW THIS SONG IT’S FROM THE OST

omg their giggles together🥹

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

“i like you older”

“i was never afraid before you showed up”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

oh shit.

OH MY GOD

SHIT ESCALATED SO FAST

WHERE IS BILL

OH SHIT

“i made a list for you.” “uh huh. tell me about the list”

HE MADE PREPARATIONS FOR FRANK TO MAKE IT EASIER IF HE DIED😭😭😭😭

AND HE MUST’VE MADE ARRANGEMENTS WITH JOEL😭😭😭

THIS IS FUCKING LONGING FROM THE SECOND GAME

16 years now they’ve been together 😭

THEY’RE SO SWEET

THE CHARCOAL DRAWING OF BILL

THE PAINTING OF JOEL🥺🥺🥺

THE ONE HE’S DOING OF BILL RIGHT NOE😭😭😭

THE WINK😭😭😭

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL

I’M CRYING SOBBING

THEY’RE SUCH AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE

“this is my last day”

BILL CRYING ON THE COUCH STOP

“just give me one more good day”

“starting now make me some toast”

I’M S O B B I N G

“we’ll get married”

SHUT THE FUCK UP😭😭😭😭

“then i will fall asleep in your arms.”

THIS IS SO MUCH MORE PAINFUL AND BETTER THAN THE WAY GAME FRANK TURNED OUT

“do you love me?” “yes” “then love me the way i want you to”

I’M A G O N E R

THEY LOOK SO NICE IN THEIR SUITS😭😭

THE RINGS STOP

HE MADE THE DISH THEY HAD WHEN THEY FIRST MET FUCK OFF

BUT NOW HE SITS NEXT TO HIM😭😭😭

AND THE SAME WINE

he didn’t finish his food :(

the crushed up pills😭

“you were my purpose”

GOODBYE

FUCKING VANISHING GRACE ARE YOU JOKING

PRESENT DAY NOW

joel knows something’s up by the lack of presence at the gate AND the flowers

“to whomever but probably joel”

THE TRUCK KEYYYYY

the letter sounds a lot like the one frank left for bill in the game

“you’re probably the only person who will understand.”

“i used to hate the world, and i was happy when everyone died. but i was wrong because there was one person worth saving.”

THE CLOSE UP AS HE SHIFTS HIS EYES TO LOOK AT ELLIE

ARE YOU JOKING

“that’s what i did. i saved him. then i protected him. that’s why men like you and me are here. we have a job to do. and god help any motherfuckers who stand in our way.”

OH MY FUCKING GOD

“you use them to keep Tess safe.” 😭

THIS FUCKING EPISODE DUDE

THE LETTER IS ABOUT PROTECTING THOSE YOU LOVE AND HE MENTIONS TESS I’M GONE😭😭😭😭😭

the way he had to step outside to take a breath UUUGH

he even crumpled the letter like bill in the game

bc it’s just reminding him of how he failed to protect her uuugghhh😭😭😭

THE TRUUUUCK

LET’S FUCKIN GOOOO

no battery tho goddamnit

he MADE a truck battery???

WOOOOOOOO JOEL

“if i’m takin you with me, there’s some rules you gotta follow. rule one you don’t bring up tess. ever. matter of fact we can just keep our histories to ourselves. rule two, you don’t tell anyone about your… condition. they see that bite mark, they won’t think it through. they’ll just shoot you. rule 3, you do what i say when i say it. we clear?” “yes.” “repeat it.” “what you say goes”

CHAINS OF LOVE OMG

“there’s a wall of them.” THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER

IS THAT THE SHIRT?????????

“and then you’re showering” HAHAHAHA

OH MY GOD IT’S THE OUTFIT

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SCREAMINGGGGG

OMG THE LITTLE GUN SHE HAS IN THE GAME

joel’s gonna be pissed when he find out

“well don’t you look pretty.” SO TRUE ELLIE

HE DOES LOOK DAMN GOOD

“shut up.” IT’S THE TRUTH JOEL

HIS HAIIIIIIR

OMG THE MIRROR SCENE FROM THE TRAILER AHHH

IT’S HER FIRST TIME IN A CAR😭😭

she doesn’t know what the fuck a seatbelt is 😭

SHOWING HER LIKE A LITERAL DAD

THE WAY THAT HE WAS AVOIDING HER AND POINTING A GUN AT HER A FEW DAYS AGO TO REACHING ACROSS TO GET THE SEATBELT AHHHHHHHH

PLEASE LET THAT CASETTE BE HANK WILLIAMS OR I SWEAR

WAIT IT’S BILL AND FRANK’S SONG THIS IS OKAY

“this is good. this is linda ronstadt.”

A MAN OF TASTE

I’M CRYING

THE WINDOW

THE WINDOW

THE WINDOW

oh my god that was fucking beautful

that was so beautiful

a look at what’s next!

JOEL GETS HIS COFFEE!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD PITTSBURGH IS COMING UP NEXT AHHHHHH

INSIDE THE EPISODE WOOO

I’VE NEVER SEEN NICK OFFERMAN CLEAN SHAVEN

“this was the pure innocent version. this is the beauty love can bring us.” 😭😭😭

“it’s a reminder of joel’s failure.” AHHHHHH

I’M REWATCHING IT ASAP

THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL

OH MY GOD

GUYS THIS SHOW CONTINUES TO KNOCK IT OUT OF THE FUCKING PARK

HOLY SHIT

#the last of us spoilers #tlou spoilers #the last of us hbo spoilers #tlou hbo spoilers #this is my favorite episode so far #oh my god.

[zrllosyn-art]

its Levi! But DP phantasy au . The god of war, heroes, and general combat based heroics. A mortal who ascended. Fun times.

(he knows valeska in this one, and ends up as danny’s patron)

This is KC’s au and also levi’s is their oc, im just fuckin around

#valeska #Danny Phantom #dp phantasy au #levi #i like the dynamics going on here #valeska is pretty old and was around when levi was still human #heard of eachother and knew eachother in concept but never met #and now they meet! kinda #thru danny mostly which is hilarious #theyre both chaotic assholes #also levi in this one has less followers and more his legend is hella well known #is picky about who he gives his blessing to and so dont have many

[rpmemesiwanttosee]

“Fantasy High” Starter Sentences

“I shall leap into Hell and kill the Devil himself!”

“We all fall short of the grace of God.”

“Ah, adventurers. Do whatever we want with no consequence. The [_____] way!”

“There is only one way to make a difference in this world, and it is to freak the fuck out all the time and just fuck shit right up.”

“Risk is inevitable in the lives of those that seek to do great works upon the face of the world. Danger, combat, and even death. These are the things we risk to make a difference.”

“This dude fucks.”

“If you got the ticket you gotta take the ride, kid.”

"Laws are threats made by the dominant socioeconomic-ethnic group in a given nation. It’s just the promise of violence that’s enacted and the police are basically an occupying army."

"Bad things happen to good people because things happen and it's up to people too determine what good."

"[_____], together, we will conquer this world of mortals and send their souls to hell!

"Yes, yes in due time, [_____]. Now, to the ice cream shop!"

“The crazy thing is, you're just playing into my hand. Welcome to my game, you just did exactly what I wanted you to do.”

“I used to deal drugs out of a nightclub, and now I'm the guidance counselor here.”

“Fuckin' straight up, like, "WHAT'S GOOD?!" Like, all of the fance and kind of air I care about is gone in this moment of just pure, "FUCK! YOU! DOG! WOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOO!"”

“I don't know how long it's gonna take me, but I'm gonna eat you, bitch!”

“Everything in this world is bullshit. But understanding how is key.”

#sentence starter memes #sentence starters #ask memes #rp ask memes

[johnnysilverhand-offical]

Saw the talk of the potential of a cyberpunk 2077 movie and god, I would personally be terrified that just because it would really set a precedent of who ike "canon" V is which would be such a bummer since all the possibilities of V's character is half the fun. Personally, Id wayyy prefer a series or movie about something completely different orrr focused on Johnny's life pre-death filling in the blanks and backstory we dont get from the game.

Tell me about it. Making a movie based off of a game that has a customizable character and multiple endings would really suck. Cuz then you would watch the movie and tbh... that would be considered it for the world. Like yeah you have the game and all that, but now here's a separate canon. Like Silent Hill, Rampage, Doom, Mortal Combat, Resident Evil, fuck even Super Mario Bros. now have separate canons from the actual games legit endings. It's like if they made Skyrim into a movie somehow... it just wouldn't work.

But if they made a rl movie and or animated movie and or tv series aND OR BOOK SERIES (which they technically do have but they just aren't hitting what I want tbh) of main characters and side characters, that would be fuckin preem. Plus if they wanted to do a tv series of V, why not each animated episode V looks and sounds different each time. Maybe each season has one V with one romance. When each season ends, a new V will take over in the next season. Just... something to show how much you can expand on this universe. Like give me a series of Johnny in the war. It would be fucked up, but we would grow with him. I wanna watch how Jackie lived before he found his best choom. Lemme watch Vik meeting Misty and asking if his clients can walk through her shop to get to his. I want more with Evelyn, Judy, and Panam! I wanna watch Kerry adjust without Johnny. Lemme see Alt behind the Blackwall. The Mox, Voodoo Boys, aldecaldos, Tigarz, ect. Lizzy Wizzy yo!!

Like I love playing this game. But it's a shit show with the mechanics half of the time lol. Kinda puts me off on playing it too. Where as I could just sit back and relax and watch some milfs, dilfs, hotties, and thotties on my phone and pause so I can screenshot that shit, it would be very acceptable.

#rant #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #v cyberpunk #johnny silverhand #evelyn parker #panam palmer #judy alvarez #viktor vector #misty day #jackie welles #lizzy wizzy #the mox #voodoo boys #kerry eurodyne #alt cunningham #thanks for the ask! #answered asks

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

some kind of attention grabbing noise to clue you into the fact that its FIC TIME, BABES! again, mentions of self harm in this chapter, be cautious and take care of yourselves lost? confused? frightened? worry not. start here, for delicious tasty context

His home is broken. When he’d arrived at the Tudor, floating up the steps, he’d almost felt a sense of relief. No matter how bad everything is, at least he can see his dad and sister now. Even if they can’t see him, he can find a way to make them say his name, and maybe his presence will only be a band aid on a mortal wound, but they’ll at least all be bleeding out together.

But he doesn’t recognize the people in this house. They call themselves Lydia and Charles, and their voices sound the same, and they mostly look the same, but these can’t be his breathers, his family, because they hardly seem to count as one. Lydia’s only sixteen, but she looks older, sadder, the dark makeup and short dark hair a shock, when he’s only known her as fresh faced and long haired and blonde. And his Lydia used to smile, she used to tell jokes, she used to have life behind her eyes. This Lydia is functionally dead. She walks around, eyes half hidden behind hair and eyeliner, and sits quietly, hardly eats, picks at her food like she’s already accepted starvation as a viable escape method. Charles is just as bad. His father reeks of alcohol, a scent BJ can’t stand, and the gray at his temples is more pronounced than he remembers.

But worst of all, is how neither of them talk about anything that matters. He sits in his chair, at dinner, listens to Charles berate Lydia over some stupid school thing. “Mom always said high school was temporary. Ya know, unimportant,” he grates out, like he’s a part of the conversation, but no one turns to look at him. Lydia pushes her food around her plate, hardly reacts to the scolding, and that’s dinner. Two dead people, playing at being alive, neither doing an especially good job.

He goes before them, up the stairs, leaving a cold air behind himself, and he finds that he’s able to manipulate his bedroom door, though not by much, and it’s exhausting to do so. It opens only a fraction, but that must be enough to get Lydia’s attention, because she enters, pokes around, and even asks Charles about it. But he can see from the look in both their eyes, that this evidence of his existence isn’t enough. Lydia lays on his bed, in the dark, and cries for their mother, and he would give anything to cry with her. As it is, he hugs his knees to his chest, in the dark, and sits there, shaking and overwhelmed, as he listens to his baby sister softly sob herself to sleep.

He becomes well acquainted with their new bad habits fairly quickly. Charles is drinking himself into a stupor, every night, falling asleep at his desk, barely making it to work in the mornings, sometimes not changing out of his suit for a number of days, only applying cologne as needed, too busy in the bottle to take care of himself properly. That’s bad enough, but the first time he sees what Lydia does, now, it scares him so badly it’s hard to even think. She digs a shard of glass into her forearm, and it at least seems she’s not cutting to kill, but both siblings watch the red prick along the new wound in silence, until he speaks. “Mom wouldn’t like that,” he tells her, not that it matters. “You shouldn’t be doin’ that, Lyds. What if it gets infected? What if you get seriously hurt? Th’ blood’s supposed to be on th’ inside, kiddo,” he babbles, pointlessly, as she cuts deeper, sinks that glass further into her skin, and sits there, watching it, passively. Like it’s not happening to her. Like she’s watching something on a screen. Like she couldn’t care less that she’s hurting herself. “Dead Mom,” she addresses her empty room, as she often does. “If you can see this, you’re probably freaking out. This is coping. I’m coping.” She lies to the air in front of her. “You’re not,” he croaks out. “This isn’t healthy, Lyds, please..”

It’s a nightly ritual for her, at this point. She listens to music, looks through photos, and maims herself, and all he can do is watch her, trying to make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid, or stupider. A week into silently stalking his own family, and he’s still not any closer to being seen, or figuring out how to make them say his name. It’s torture. He follows the two of them around the house, plays at being their shadows, and trails them places, work, school, the grocery store, wherever. It doesn’t matter. He might as well not exist.

Actually, not existing is already starting to sound pretty good.

Lydia stands up from her bed, still bleeding, and the motion of that breaks his thoughts. She crouches low, retrieves a photo album from under her bed that he didn’t know had been there. She flips through it, and has to sit down, after only a second.

“That th’ blood loss catchin’ up to you?” he snarks, before glancing over at her, and his eyes widen. She’s staring at a photo of him. Several photos of him, actually, and she flips through the album, pages and pages of him. He studies her expression, as she lands on a picture that he recognizes. The two of them, coming back from that disastrous visit to the Smallpox Hospital, on the lift, over the water. She’s nine, and adorable, and he’s sixteen and grubby, but infatuated with the two who had been sitting across from them. Adam had taken Lydia’s instamatic, and snapped the picture of the siblings, making faces, the skyline behind them.

“You remember that day, Lyds?” he tries, as he watches her brow furrow. She sighs, like she’s disappointed in herself, and closes the album, and it’s deposited back under her bed. “Mama, some of these pictures, they make my head hurt, more than my heart,” she says, softly, which he understands. She can’t remember him, all the memories she has of him are locked behind whatever mental wall this curse has created, and trying does nothing but confuse her. Maybe she can’t even see his face, in the pictures. Maybe it’s a blur, out of focus, like the moment you wake up, and have yet to rub the sleep from your eyes. That’s all he is, now, just a dream she can’t remember upon her return to the waking world.

He can open and close doors, but only barely, and it takes the energy out of him. He finds that any fire he lights still affects the world of the living, but when he tries to spell his name out in flames on the walls, all he manages to do is scare Charles into calling an electrician, about a possible electrical issue causing fires. He hadn’t even been able to spell out a “B” because somehow, this stupid curse can tell his intentions, and he hadn’t been able to physically move his arm, to form the letters he needed.

A month into living in hell, he’s finding himself feeling more and more like he’s losing his mind. He knows humans can be driven mad by isolation, but he’d never thought of what the effects on himself would be, especially since it’s not true isolation. He can go into a crowd, surround himself with people. It just doesn't matter, which is what’s making him feel so unhinged, and more than once, he throws himself into a crowd of people, and screams and kicks and thrashes, begging them to see him. All he succeeds in doing is giving a group of New Yorkers a slight chill.

But the thing that makes him the angriest is the day he finds a red headed stranger in their house. He and Lydia come in together, her just returning from a day at school, and him returning from a day of tagging along behind her, and the siblings both stop, and cock their heads at the same time, the same direction, at the sight of the strange woman standing in the foyer. Her red hair is piled in sort of a silly looking bun on top of her head, and she’s got some very intense bangs, hiding her forehead. She’s also wearing almost exclusively purple. She's scrunching her nose, examining one of Emily’s framed prints, the one of Saturn Devouring His Son, looking a bit disgusted.

“Who th’ hell is that?” he asks Lydia, and Lydia addresses the woman. “Who the hell are you?”

The woman turns to face them, and then smiles. “Oh, hello there!” she says, like they're strangers, and she’s welcoming them into her home. She lifts her hands, and rings a triangle Betelgeuse hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You’re bringing a very interesting energy into this house, Lydia,” the stranger smiles, like that’s the only facial expression she’s got. “You don’t say. I’m about to bring the energy of a bunch of cops here, too,” the teen threatens, staring at the woman, who places a hand over her chest. “My name is Delia,” she says, finally. “Your dad has hired me to be your life coach! He says you’ve been feeling down in the dumps, lately,” she gives an over exaggerated sad face. “But I know with a little positive thinking, me and you can turn that sad aura into a bubbling rainbow one!”

“Oh my god, you should bite her,” Betelgeuse says, instantly. “You up to date on your rabies shot?” Lydia asks. “Positivity makes me foam at the mouth. I wouldn’t get too close.”

Delia cocks an eyebrow, but does move, and allows the teen to move past her, up the stairs. “I’m just here to help you gain a new perspective, Lydia~!” she calls from behind her, as Lydia storms up to her room, and she slams the door behind herself. “Unbelievable,” she growls, throwing her bag on her bed, and he echoes her. “Un-fuckin'-believable!” he agrees, pacing around her room. “What th’ hell is a life coach, even?”

Lydia kicks at her wall, her big black combat boot leaving a mark on the red paint. “I’m the one who needs help? He can’t even say her name, and I’m the one who needs the hippie to come in, and try and change my perspective? A change of perspective doesn’t bring MOM BACK!” She ends her sentence in a scream, her face going red, and then she picks up her bag, and throws it at her bedroom door. The bang it makes isn’t satisfying enough, and she whirls around her room, looking for anything else she can throw around, and destroy. He settles on her bed, and watches, forced to be passive by the curse, as Lydia storms around her room, until finally, Charles throws open her bedroom door.

“You are being ridiculous,” he hisses at her, his grip on her door knob white knuckled.

“Get out! Get the hell out and leave me alone, and take that bitch downstairs with you!” Lydia screams, a hair’s breadth away from throwing a potted plant at him. “Scream and throw fits all you want, little girl. You can’t temper tantrum your way out of Delia being here. She’s going to help you.” She lobs the plant at him, and it barely goes sailing by their father’s head. Betelgeuse watches go over the railing, and then there’s the sound of it shattering on the entrance floor, followed by Delia’s surprised, “Oh!” Charles’ expression is deadly. “You can stay in here until you’ve calmed down,” is all he says, before slamming her door, and Lydia stands there, breathing heavily. “You learned how to throw those epic tantrums from me,” Betelgeuse tells her, as she flops on her bed, and screams into a pillow. read the rest right over HERE

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice the musical #lydia deetz #beetlejuice fic #my writing

[the-valianter-valkyriest]

🖋 Spill.

okay now you've fuckin done it because now i have the excuse to work on a Worship version of Wigfrid. you've activated my trap card, now. there's no escape now.

Okay, I'll preface this a link to information on what Worship even is, but the TLDR of it is: game that plays like Don't Starve meets Pikmin where you need to choose a god to worship, grow a cult, and worship that god So Hard that they merge with your reality and take over the whole planet. Got that? Okay good let's go.

Even as a child, it was very easy for Wigfrid to tell that the world functioned... oddly. Unfairly- cruely, even... Every day, it seemed, the church was executing someone for one thing or another... studying magic or heretical practices, usually... It should have felt like a good thing, shouldn't it have? To eliminate those undeserving of life? To punish those who endangered the sanctity of the village? Of the church itself?

But it never really felt good. To know so much blood has spilled, and yet it's never finished... never seems to end. It felt... wrong. As though she were being lied to. As if there was something the rest weren't understanding- or if they did understand, something they weren't telling her...

... Wigfrid doesn't entirely remember how she came across such knowledge of An-Ansgaidh- perhaps word from his followers got carried by the wind... perhaps rumor crept inside of her head while she slept, got the better of her...

Or maybe truth simply found a way of worming itself into the light.

Whatever the reason, that twisted Apostle of Deliverance seemed to be the answer she'd been seeking to put a nail in ever since she'd been a young girl... The reason why it never seemed fair to determine just who was fit to live, and just who deserved to stare death eye to eye.

All of them were flawed... Mortality itself, flawed... Struggling to survive- tearing each other apart like rabid dogs- for what? Survival? To preserve a grim, false sense of peace, stacked on top of the broken bodies of the slaughtered and deceased?

No. It would need to end. All of it. And if she would be the one to help aid in the toppling of the tower, then so be it.

When it comes to combat, Wigfrid is one of the more powerful assets in An-Ansgaidh's cult... Swift, decisive, hearty enough to take a few hits without succumbing before her time... Some might call it bloodlust. She'd beg to disagree.

It's simply a longing for peace.

#ooc #i'm making this up on the spot it's subject to change but I'm so fuckin psyched about worship #the alpha is coming out THIS SPRING..... I'm gonna be the coolest kid on the BLOCK #catch me fucking livestreaming worship like some kind of Creature #ALSO i should mention i have a more established verson of huntress for THIS universe too. but we're not talking about her #not today. #anyways cultfrid is a little bit fucked up can you tell? you probably didn't notice #she just needs like. love and companionship and someone to tell her everything's gonna be okay. #she just doesn't know that yet .

[lupsviolin]

“THIS TASTES BITTER” WITH TAAKITZ.... if ya catch my d rift...............

i saw what you were asking for and i decided to take in a WHOLE other direction. sorry not sorry at all.

warnings for: non-graphic descriptions of blood and violence, ridiculous crack (as in, taking everything the mcelroys say at face value), 1400 words of nonsense

—

“Shit, shit,” Taako said to himself as soon as his assailants left him alone. His hands tied behind his back in a dark dungeon, out of spell slots from his earlier altercation, he felt more annoyed than anything else. Of course he wasn’t scared- he was Taako, from TV, from the Day of Story and Song! He’d give these guys a piece of his fucking mind- as soon as he had time for a rest. Being captured by necromancers wasn’t too bad, really, was it?

Still, the slash on his stomach didn’t feel great at all, and the stones below him were getting scarily damp, and he wondered idly how someone tells the difference between a mortal wound and an immortal wound. He hoped that he didn’t have to find out... hoped that maybe someone would come rescue him- someone- aha- tall, dark, and handsome?

Yeah, that would work. Little embarrassing, to be a damsel in distress, but he really didn’t see a better way out that didn’t involve physical combat, which he hated more than a whole lot of things.

Wiggling his wrists from side to side, he managed to find enough slack in the rope to fumble for his Stone in his pocket- thank god for whoever put pockets in this skirt, because they’d taken his bag when they caught him without searching him further- and, without looking, dialed Kravitz’s number.

“Hey, bones,” he said as soon as Kravitz picked up.

“Taako!” Kravitz seemed geniunely happy to hear from him, not at all annoyed at getting a call during work. “How are you?”

“In a little bit of a predicament right now. Not sure how long I’ll have to talk, I’m kind of busy, hah, all tied up, you know? Anywho,” he said, realizing that he was rambling and maybe wasting valuable time- when had the walls and ceiling gotten those weird black spots all over them?- “I need a ride home.”

Then, in the interest of saving his energy but also to create an air of mystery, he hung up and dropped his stone back in his pocket.

All things considered, it had been a great plan. Kravitz had shown up in less than a minute, fucked up those necromancers (Taako loved to watch him at work out in the field, and this time he had a front row seat) and then knelt down next to Taako, gasping and staring at the slice in his stomach in a way that made him feel, okay, a little more worried than he had been.

“Am I gonna die?” he asked in a comically exaggerated voice, trying to lighten the mood, but it seemed like the joke went right over Kravitz’s head.

“Not if I get you home, fast, and get you to a healer.” Oh, no. Anyone but-

“Merle?” Kravitz said into his stone, and Taako knew that this was it, that yeah, he was gonna be toast real soon thanks to Kravitz’s reluctance to get him to a real-ass doctor. “We’re going to need your help, at Taako’s house, very soon. Bring your bible,” he added, and wasn’t that unneccesary, didn’t Merle carry the thing around like a comfort blanket?

He laughed deliriously at his boyfriend, patting him on the arm, watched as Kravitz took his scythe and opened a tear in space-time, and then proceeded to pass out in Kravitz’s arms like some kind of Victorian chick. His last conscious thought was, At least Krav’s going to fuck up Merle when I beef it.

—

He woke up to the feeling of being trapped, unable to move his limbs. Ah, damn, he thought, again?

A few seconds later, he remembered that he had eyes, and slowly opened them to find himself not tied up in a dungeon, but trapped between Kravitz and Lup- when had she gotten here?

Maybe, he said to himself, I should let them think I’m still asleep, see what they do. But that idea went flying out the window when he shifted around a little bit, trying to get comfortable, and felt his abdomen scream in pain. He revised his estimate- okay, being captured by necromancers had, apparently, been really fuckin’ nasty.

He let out a small, pained noise, and Kravitz and Lup both immediately turned to look at him, as did Magnus, Merle, and Barry, who had gathered by his bedside.

“Taako!” Kravitz exclaimed, clearly terribly relieved. “You’re awake! How are you feeling? Do you want-”

Taako cut him off with a kiss, deep and tender, in part to get that look off his face and in part to mess with Lup. It had the desired effect- Kravitz melted into his arms, and Lup made a gagging sound and put her hand over her eyes.

“Thanks for the ride, babe,” he said. “Did Merle do anything at all? I still feel like shit.” That was a little bit of a lie- he definitely felt a whole lot more alive than he had back in the dungeon. But he was still in enough pain to make his head spin whenever he moved.

Kravitz nodded quickly. “Lup,” he said, loosening his grip on Taako a little, “can you grab us some healing stuff from the big pantry in the kitchen? I want to stay here and keep an eye on our number one patient.” He grinned a little, and Taako wanted to wipe- or kiss- it right off his smug fucking face.

—

Lup returned with an intricately-shaped bottle fill with a bubbling navy blue liquid, and honestly, whoever had made a health potion and not colored it a pale red deserved to have their apothecary closed.

“Drink this,” she said, handing it to Taako. “You’ll feel better.”

He made some muttered retort about how he wasn’t a baby, but uncorked the bottle and took a long sip.

“Tastes bitter,” he complained, and then a second later, spit it halfway across the room, coughing and gasping.

The mood in the room dropped about ten degrees very quickly. “Taako!” Lup cried. “Are you okay? Kravitz, do you keep- do you keep poison in here?” Kravitz shook his head, and opened his mouth to ask Taako what was wrong, but Taako cut him off.

He waved a hand vaguely to signal that he was fine, and then started to laugh, grabbing his midsection in pain and shuddering with laughter.

“It tastes bitter,” he repeated with a howl of mirth.

When he finally managed to calm himself down, rolling back onto his back and spreading out his arms, he saw five very confused, rather concerned faces. He saw Merle whisper to Barry something that looked suspiciously like he’s finally cracked up, and Barry looked as though he was considering it a possibility.

Taking a deep breath, he pointed one finger at Merle.

“Listen, old man,” he said. “Just what fucked-up spells did you cast on me while I was out?”

Merle looked affronted. “Healing Word and Cure Wounds, what else? Got something to complain about? You’re alive, ain’t you?”

“What else?” asked Taako, raising his eyebrows, sounding more serious than any of them had heard him since- probably since Story and Song. “Tell me, or I’ll cast Zone of Truth.”

Merle took a small step back. “Well, I, when I was trying to do Healing Word... you know, it’s a hard spell-” (“It’s level one!”, he heard Kravitz interject) “I messed up the incantation a little, think I got something that was kinda Purify Food and Drink, kinda Dispel Magic. I dunno what the hell that would do, though-“

Taako leaned forwards and hugged him.

All the onlookers exclaimed in shock, like spectators to some kind of fucked-up sports game.

Magnus, for the first time in his life, was the first to catch on. “The curse!” he exclaimed, punching his fist in the air and whooping like a Fantasy Simpsons character. “The key lime shit! Dude, I thought you were joking about that!” He clapped Taako on the back roughly, then shot Kravitz an apologetic look when he realized his mistake.

Taako grinned and shook his head, releasing Merle and covering his face with his hands, overcome with joy. “Little guy did something right for once in his life. Now, Krav, be a dear and go get me some wine?”

Being captured by necromancers was the best damn thing that had happened to him this year.

#this got VERY out of hand VERY fast!! #the adventure zone #taz balance #taz taako #taz kravitz #magnus burnsides #merle highchurch #taz fic #my fic

[insertdisc5]

homestuck epilogues stuff

thoughts about the homestuck epilogues, as in, spoilers and theories and things ive noticed by reading it over twice and talking with friend @kravicle while they were reading

this is just a list of theories me and krav came up with ok. also stuff u might not pick up in only one read? we’re just spitballing here 

MEAT AND CANDY TEREZI ARE PROBABLY ONE AND THE SAME

> just didnt see proof they weren't the same lmao, we only get john+terezi's messages from both timelines and she could have gotten messages from both meat!john and candy!john

>time is fucked on her end also so (shrugs)

>(terezi meeting meat!john) "something else is different about him. different, somehow, from how she thought he’d be when she imagined they’d next meet. under all the gore, he smells... too fresh."

>TEREZI: HMMM

TEREZI: YOU SM3LL OLD3R

TEREZI: BUT NOT 4S OLD 4S 1 THOUGHT YOUD B3

JOHN: what does that mean?

TEREZI: DONT WORRY 4BOUT 1T

>"In multiple realities, all [John] wanted for her was this. To be home safe, with all their friends. And now that she’s here, she’s lost."

> (meeting Meat!roxy) "Terezi’s head is filled with stories about a different version of Roxy—the polar opposite of the one standing in front of her."

DIRK’S PLAN PART 1 (free will)

>maybe plans to get Actual Free Will thru ultimate godhood??? also explains why he feels okay with removing free will from his friends- for him, this isnt real free will anyway?

>(dirk talking about kanaya) "What WAS she thinking? What are any of us thinking, really? Who’s doing the thinking, and who’s having the thoughts?

The more you study the question, the more it seems all concrete forms of accountability go up in smoke. Her original thoughts were never that important, and the significance of the idea that she was the one authoring them was always a bit overrated. My mission is to someday clear this all up for everyone. Remove the ambiguity, suck the mud out of the water. It’ll be a lot better that way, trust me."

>to old callie, dirk's plan "[john’s] ultimate sacrifice was made to put the missing keystone in place and avert the supreme dissipation of all that shall be considered to hold truth, relevance, and essentiality."

>although narrator callie thinks this world has some sort of actual free will. says "[john should kiss terezi etc]. it’s wrong to contradict one’s true thoughts and feelings. irrational. unbecoming of an existence governed by free will."

>his plan to give everyone/ultimate gods “free will” will end up destroying canon????

DIRK’S PLAN PART 2 (complacency of the learned, ultimate self)

>complacency of the learned, 12 people attaining ultimate knowledge (=ultimate self), and turning "either insane or evil"

> (candy ending, rose’s POV) "The thoughts in her powerful brain race. What will they name the planet? How long will it take for the ship to arrive? Once the new race has established an advanced enough civilization thousands of years from now, who will the lucky kids be? The ones who get the chance to play what will arguably be the most important session in the history of Sburb?" 

>finding more people to attain ultimate godhood???

>dirk asks terezi to come with him and rose at the end of meat, along with john's body (implied that she did accept-callie!jade points and dave thinks she points both to dirk+rose and john+terezi, callie doesnt prove him otherwise)

>dirk wants 12 ultimate gods for each aspect????

>"If your perception expands beyond the meat sack of your body, then are you really an individual anymore? Why shouldn’t we become gods? Why shouldn’t we become one God."

- (callie speaking) "[John] is simply being barred from ignoring his true thoughts. even without the aid of a juju, he is fortunate enough to be blessed with the only true form of divinity. to be released from the prison of nonsensical inhibitions which so often psychologically hobble the more primitive forms of life."

>callie is probably an ultimate god, terezi should be?? with rem8mb8r?

DIRK’S NARRATOR STUFF

>dirk probably doesnt know hes in a story/that he has an audience (us) "How can I respect a fucking pronoun when nobody can even hear me?”

>does dirk control people by using you-ness? using 2nd person to control, 3rd person to narrate?

>”JADE: and where there is an identity, there can also be an agenda.”

CANDY TIMELINE STUFF

>part of the black hole, a utopia, place removed from reality/canon in some way??? WEIRDO DREAM BUBBLE????

>cut off from canon in some way- dirk and rose cant get to ultimate godhood anymore, john cant use retcon powers

>candy!john mentions multiple times he doesnt think of him and his friends as "real"

>sky in candy!timeline described as more vibrant (VS pre-sburb being described as muted)

>candy!karkat talking to sollux and probably being foreshadowing without knowing: “KARKAT: I THOUGHT THAT YOU TWO LITERALLY DIDN’T EXIST ANYMORE! KARKAT: OR AT THE VERY LEAST WERE TRAPPED IN A DEAD UNIVERSE PERPETUALLY COLLAPSING INTO ITS OWN ASSHOLE.”

>CALLIOPE: we’re all going to be very, very happy. I trUly believe that. ^u^ 

>ROSE: Oh Kanaya, you’re right.

ROSE: We are going to be so astonishingly happy!

>ROXY: omg

ROXY: were gonna be SO freakin happy!

>Dirk in Meat: "Cherubs are fuckin’ weird, I’ll totally concede. Still not sure what makes them tick. What they idealize, what they really want. It all comes across to me as a little cloying. Perfection to them is a sweetness beyond comprehension. Sugar so potent it’s poison to us. To our bodies, to our souls. Like the place she was operating from was a realm of self-construction. A bubble of pure, phantasmal confection."

>end of meat!callie can see into candy!timeline ROXY: they stay home all day with the blinds drawn paintin some weird ass shit on the walls

TEREZI: WH4T?

ROXY: its not as bad as it sounds i promise

ROXY: some of it is like

ROXY: weird and violent??

ROXY: like lotsa nasty purple blood and um

ROXY: nudity????

TEREZI: >:?

ROXY: yeah yikes

ROXY: but MOST of it is cute stuff like... various combos of all of us being happy and gettin married and shit

>obama’s here. god i need a minute

>dirk told gamzee something??? 

“DAVE: wheres dirk

GAMZEE: tHeRe’S nO nEeD tO wOrRy AbOuT hIm. :o)

GAMZEE: YoU’rE gOnNa GeT wHaT’s BeSt FoR yOu. He ToLd Me ThAt, AnD i’M gOnNa MaKe SuRe HiS wIsH mAkEs LiKe A mOtHeRfUcKiNg MiRaClE aNd GeTs TrUe.

[...]

GAMZEE: YoU dOn’T gOt AnY nEeD tO gO aNd CoNcErN yOuRsElF wItH hIs MoRtAl FlEsH bOdY oUt HeRe In ThIs CaNdYcAnE wHiRlPoOl BeYoNd ThE iNfInItE bLaCk WiNk Of ThE wIcKeD sInGuLaRiTy, My NiNjA.

GAMZEE: a SaCk Of MeAt AnD bOnEs In OnE lIfE oR tHe NeXt Is OnLy A mEaNs To ThE fInAl ToTaLiTy ThAt WiLl DaMn AnD rAiSe Us AlL iN bRiLlIaNt ApOtHeOsIs.

GAMZEE: In ThE oNe TrUe LiFe We AlL fLoW fRoM tHe OnE tRuE pEn,

GAMZEE: aNd EvErY hEaD rOlLs DoWn ThE pAtH tO tHe OnE tRuE hAnD.”

> dirk before killing himself:  “ It is the very last moment of narratively consequential action that will happen in this whole, barren world. “

OTHER STUFF

> dirk teaching men about "combat, philosophy, life, love." (jake, dave, obama, not said explicitly but also probably gamzee????) what is UP with that

>gamzee also wanting to teach kid tavros about combat philosophy life love, “to behave the way a mentor does”

>re: john “Your complete lack of remarkability, specific motivation, drive, opinion on where to direct your own fate—these deficiencies are exactly what made you so useful, so susceptible to being endowed with the you-ness I’ve borrowed to satisfy my purposes.”

>at the end of meat, callie in jade's body in candy timeline kills lord english and gets big powers or whatever. cherub stuff

>terezi gets a text at the end of Meat, we dont know from whom (candy!(vriska)?)

>john left letters for everyone in Meat but no one’s found them yet?

>snapchats were probably before the split 

>this whole post makes both me and krav sound like we’re been talking about this for 24 hours straight (we did)

#homestuck #upd8 #homestuck epilogue #homestuck epilogues #maybe this will help someone whos better at writing down stuff lmao #our brains hurt #DONT @ ME I DONT WANNA THINK ABOUT THE EPILOGUE ANYMORE #but yes i did love the epilogues thank u #this also isnt art im sorry

[tessatechaitea]

The Ray #1

In 1994, I had no idea who Christopher Priest and Howard Porter were so I have no idea why I purchased this comic book.

Although (continuing the thought from the caption which is just me saying, "Fuck the format! I can do what I want!") I was in my early 20s in 1994 so I was probably into that edgy fascination with freaks and body deformity. I hadn't seen Tod Browning's Freaks yet but I'm sure I would have jumped at the chance if I'd known about it. It's the only reason I can figure why I bought a comic book about a character I knew nothing about. Because it looks like he's a hero with a deformed baby leg. I probably picked it up off the shelf and yelled, "Fuckin' A, dude! Look at this ganky bastich!" It was 1994 so obviously I was emulating Lobo in my every day life. Some of you might be thinking, "Ugh! You're so gross and problematic!" But I'm just being honest! I was a young man, masking like crazy in order to hide my vulnerabilities so I wouldn't be crushed by social interactions and existential threats to my psyche. I had to act tough to survive the crazy streets of Santa Clara, California! Back then, Silicon Valley wasn't like it is now! In 1994, hulking techno-nerds were roaming the streets with razor sharp circuit boards looking to cut the genitals off of anybody who criticized the Neo-Geo CD home gaming console. If you looked at them funny, they'd challenge you to a game of Cyberball and you'd better hope you won because they were also obsessed with Mortal Combat and if you lost, the last thing you'd hear would be a bunch of techno-nerds screaming "Finish him!" before you found yourself upside down gagging on the filthy water of an unflushed public toilet. The early nineties were some rough years! Especially when you were into heavy metal! People think grunge and rap killed metal but think about what people thought was "rock and roll" during the early 90s: Warrant's "Cherry Pie" and Extreme's "More Than Words." I mean, Feetal's Gizz! Metal was dead long before grunge and rap came by to fill its grave. Anyway, you could totally be into freaks in the early 90s because the Internet didn't exist so your opinions weren't reaching anybody outside your small circle of friends. All the other people of the world who didn't know you at all didn't have a way to tell you you were a piece of shit because of one single thing that comprised the myriad facts of who you were. Fuck you, Internet! No, no! I'm sorry! Don't be mad at me, Internet! I can't live without you! Also, maybe I just bought this comic book because the cover was shiny and embossed and growing up in Santa Clara was so boring that it made this comic book looked exciting. The issue begins with The Ray battling Brimstone. Remember him from Legends?

Brimstone is as big as Godzilla and he's already killed hundreds of people, judging by the apartment buildings he's smashed.

I don't know who The Ray is or where he's from. What part of the United States of America uses slang like "gaffle," "put my serve on," "zoom this buster," "bone out," "feebs," and "rot." Is this just Christopher Priest trying to mimic youth speak? I would expect this kind of thing from an aging comic book writer like current Neal Adams but Priest was in his early thirties when he wrote this. Maybe The Ray is from another Earth and Priest's theory was that slang words would obviously differ between Earths. But not so much that you couldn't get the gist of what he's saying. Except for "gaffle." I don't know what the fuck he wants to do to Brimstone when he says he's going to gaffle him. I know what I would mean by it but that doesn't seem appropriate in this situation.

Oh wait. The Ray was just writing fan-fiction about himself.

So the Brimstone fight didn't really happen. Or it did happen but The Ray is using it as fodder to write comic books about himself. So he's like Clark Kent writing articles about Superman? At least writing comic book stories about your own adventures isn't unethical. Fucking Clark Kent. What kind of a journalist uses his soap box to simply promote himself? No wait. Journalists fucking suck. I despise journalists for the same reason I despise police officers. If you're just letting your profession go to shit because a bunch of people are abusing their positions of power and not actually doing the public service they're supposed to be doing, you're just as bad as the worst apple in the barrel. There's a reason that whole apple/barrel thing is still a saying even though nobody really associates apples with barrels anymore. Maybe The Ray isn't writing comic books although it seems like the super edgy postmodern take a writer in the 90s would think was fucking mind blowing. We got Kyle Rayner, comic book artist, as the new Green Lantern. Why shouldn't we also get a comic book writer in there as well? Or The Ray might just be writing stories for his college paper which would mean he's just as unethical and terrible as Clark Kent, I suppose. But in an amateurish way. The Ray (whose name is Ray Terrill so it was lucky he got light-based powers) stops trying to write and decides to tell the readers about the last few days. He's a young guy who works at a fast food chicken joint and has just leased his first apartment. It's a piece of shit with some garbage and/or artistic sculpture in the middle of the room but he doesn't have any credit or money so he's stuck with it. I bet there are corpses under the floor boards as well as other things too boring to mention (but which I'll mention anyway) like rats and cockroaches and dried semen stains.

This is Ray's narration of the place which I read after I wrote the previous paragraph. Was I writing comics and named Christopher Priest in 1994?

The Ray spends all day handing out flyers to Clucky Chicken while standing right outside Clucky Chicken. Is that what flyers are for? To remind people about the thing they can totally see right in front of them? I guess they could be coupons. While he's handing out flyers, his super cool cousin Hank stops by to gaffle some swang all up in through him.

This must be Earth-15 where they say things like "Yo trip dat frum, golderboots!" and "Swank on into my PQs, Flub Daddy!"

The Ray is disappointed that he's a man now because responsibility sucks. Kids can't stand curfews and rules but man is it sweet to be able to come and go as you please (within curfew, of course!) while doing whatever the fuck you want and not worrying about money for food or rent. The Ray can't even fuck his girlfriend because she saw him in the chicken suit and is all, "Oh, um, I just came by to say I can't come by! Bye!" The Ray can travel at the speed of light anywhere he wants while carrying other people. That makes sense because comic books. He takes his cousin Hank Fonzerelli to see a volcano shaped like a hand in Hawaii only to discover that it's another Brimstone. It's activated by a henchman of Darkseid while The Ray and Hank are checking out a surf competition or a luau. It's at this point when The Ray gets back to the beginning of the story where he was failing to stop Brimstone from destroying a city. As he picks the story back up, Superboy arrives to save the day. Not the boring Superboy who used to be Superman and learned a terrible secret about himself on his sixteenth birthday about an extra candle. The new Superboy who arrived on the scene after Superman died. He might also be boring but I wouldn't know having never read any comic books about him. The new Superboy is an arrogant dick and The Ray hates him. That's probably why The Ray winds up killing him. Or he thinks he killed him. Everybody reading the comic book probably thought The Ray killed him too (because we were all dumb-dumbs who actually believed DC Comics had killed Superman off for good. Why wouldn't they?! He was a big boring boy scout whose powers kept fluctuating because editors and writers thought the problem with writing Superman stories was that he was too powerful. But the real problem with writing Superman stories was that those same writers and editors were unimaginative assholes who didn't actually understand Superman. Why else would Superman have died from a fist fight?! Seriously, Dan Jurgens. What were you thinking?! Superman should never have been killed because he encountered something more powerful that could just beat the shit out of him. Superman should have been killed because of a philosophical or ethical dilemma where he realized the only way to save the world was to allow himself to die. He should have been Jesus but instead he was just Apollo Creed. Who I think was a metaphor for John the Baptist? The issue ends with the narrator letting the readers know that Superboy isn't actually dead and why would the idiots think he'd be killed in The Ray when he was currently starring in his own popular monthly comic book? Stupid dumb comic book readers! But the narrator also mentions that The Ray is out of power (I didn't know he had to recharge) and Brimstone is kind of mad. Then he's all, "If we were you," (I don't think a proper editor in 1994 would have allowed a writer to use the plural pronoun "we" as a non-specific gender singular pronoun so now I'm picturing the narrator as a small group of old people), "We'd be back here in 30 days!" And I guess 22 year old me agreed with them because I purchased Issue #2. The Ray #1 Rating: C. C is average, right? I didn't find anything I particularly loved about this issue but I also didn't find anything I absolutely hated. Except for Superboy but I think I was supposed to hate him so that's a positive critique. I probably purchased the next issue because I wanted to find out what happens to Hank Fonzerelli. What a cool dude! The letters pages don't have any letters but it does have a story by Brian Augustyn about how Christopher Priest changed his name from Jim Owsley. It also explains that Priest's idea for The Ray was to have a teenager suddenly have to deal with god-like powers while still being a teenager. I think before this that was called "Spider-man". Except for the god-like powers! Those were more spider-like powers.

#The Ray #Christopher Priest #Howard Porter #Robert Jones #DC Comics #DC

[kasaron]

My Party

Almar Polo (NPC): Chaotic Neutral Orc Sniper Rogue Main Role: Marksman This orc has a strong attraction to elves and fey, going so far as to eschew his familial bonds, his traditions, and take up the language and skills most commonly known to be the purview of elves. He's a stellar marksman, an often silent figure whose actions speak louder than words. so long as there are no attractive male elves around him, anyway. Has a strong bond with his brother, Boyuan. (This was, as most of my NPC's a party member, whose player dropped out after a time.)

Boyuan Polo : Chaotic Neutral Orc Witch Doctor Main Role: Support and Party Mom Ostracized, partly by his own desire, partly due to his brother's proclivities, this witch doctor has a strong disdain for his own folks and a sinking fear of his own mortality. He seeks to extend his short life by any means, but ideally through means not linked to necromancy.

Chakram : Chaotic Neutral Construct/Warforged Magus Main Role: Combat Mage A lost and discarded prototype living construct, hundreds of year sold, whose memory has failed or fragmented with age and trauma. He carries a weapon which contains the spiritual essence and persona of an elven compatriot, his only clue to his heritage and past life.

Etherion (Eidolon): Neutral Evil Eidolon (Humanoid) Main Role: Bruiser A mysterious, wisecracking demonic-looking creature, who knows more than he lets on, both about the powers that fuel Meri's magic, and the forces at works around the party.

Frankie Fasthands : Chaotic Good Halfling Brawler/Barbarian/Unarmed Fighter Main Role: Bruiser A face horribly scarred and disfigured, with paired cestus made of the teeth of a fell creature slain, he walks a thin line between the madness that creeps at his heart and his noble goals.

Magos : Neutral Evil Tiefling Bard Main Role: The Face with No Wisdom Fleeing the dangers and intrigues of his home court to earn his own fame and fortune, he is a compulsive braggart with a penchant for the dramatic. He's been marked by an ancient deity, a faceless being who seems to take a small amount of amusement in guiding his growth. Into what, is anyone's guess.

Meri Goldberg : Neutral Evil Human Summoner Main Role: Party Jerk/Megalomaniac Scarred both physically and mentally from a old traumatic event, and hunted by a uncaring, unthinking force, Meri has turned to the darkest of arts and gods to seek aid. She tinkers with forces she knows not.

Mirku Ukong'hrav (NPC): Neutral Good Mixed Orc/Human Mute Musician Bard Main Role: Meri's Moral Compass Her lack of voice is the result of a traumatic event in her past. She's known Meri for a long time, and sees her like a sister. (This was, as most of my NPC's a party member, whose player dropped out after a time.)

Neezo : Chaotic Neutral Slyph (Ash-Blood) Sorcerer Rogue Main Role: Stealth A survivor of a horrible disaster (a bloom of homicidal corpse-controlling slime mold), with no friends, no family, and little coin. Taken in by the party, he has yet to find his true role. Has started a (possibly casual) relationship with Almar after a night of drunken carousing.

Niati Dorwen (NPC): Neutral Good Aasimar Cleric Main Role: Assistant/Voice of Reason Initially a prisoner from the result of an altercation, she's accepted a contractt in exchange for the release of her compatriots. Unbeknownst to the party, she does have plans for revenge, of a kind. (An actual legit NPC. I don't know what to do with this one yet, but I have some ideas.)

Uthulk Hogarr : Neutral Good Dwarf Cleric Main Role: Healer Not officially a member of the Cohors Corvii, but instead an employee of a noble who took an interest in the party, investing a loan into them. Part of the terms were to have a man he controlled, to keep an eye on the party.

Wild fuckin party. 

#pathfinder #dungeons and dragons

[sunflowershayne]

mortal kombat au

bc i’m a dumb thot that’s severely attached to MK and smosh so.... uwu

ian hecox: liu kang. one of the most recognizable characters, generally considered the “hero” of the MK universe, one of the most powerful human characters, has fire magic and idk i just strongly relate ian to fire sometimes. also very fiercely protective of those he cares about, and will do whatever he can to help others. stubborn and vengeful, even when it can be petty.

noah grossman: ermac. has probably stolen at least 1,000 souls in his lifetime, has an unspeakable aura, has green magic (weed), has that one fatality where he takes out your stomach and noah is v picky so it fits i think. currently has free will and chooses his battles in self-preservation, and wants what’s best for his home and the world he grew up in. has a very strong connection to family due to having the former outworld king’s soul inside of him.

olivia sui: skarlet. is a very strange little creature with an obsession for others’ blood, one of the most powerful girls in the MK universe due to her magic, has the potential to take everything over but just wants approval. is also incredibly brutal but in a subtle way, has an ethereal and almost elegant way to her. basically i just see them both as weird gremlin women with insane amounts of power.

keith leak jr.: kung lao. very close with liu kang, iconic hat, is one of the more mundane humans due to not having a power, but is just as formidable as other kombatants due to his rage and his sheer knowledge of fighting. has a legacy he wants to live up to (the great kung lao is kinda like kung lao sr. right?), and is protective of his family (the shaolin monks). is generally more pissed off than liu kang.

courtney miller: cassie cage. sassy wlw (cassie’s not a confirmed wlw but like... come on, she’s. not straight), has latent magic within her, strong ties to her family, doesn’t rely on her power to fight with others despite being able to. strong badass woman that supports others, literally could kill a man by kicking them in the nuts. uwu-loving, selfie-taking, snapchat-filtering, ass-kicking lady that takes no prisoners.

shayne topp: johnny cage. muscular blond actor that is not-so humble about how they perceive themselves, very jokey and sarcastic, REFERENCES REFERENCES REFERENCES, pop culture, will flirt with anyone if it means he can be out of danger. consistently shirtless, but also incredibly loyal and steadfast, and has a very good heart. will do ANYTHING for his family and friends, including defeat a literal elder god in combat.

lasercorn: scorpion. fire man made of vengeance and anger, loves his clan more than anything, literal hellspawn, has a thing for sub-zero, is actually just a skull under a ninja mask, has actual flame hair, impulsive and has a short fuse. wants nothing more than to avenge his family and clan, and does absolutely anything he can to make sure that he gets what he wants. becomes besties with sub-zero (more than besties but like.... i’m not gonna say it Out Loud lest Ed Boon come murder me in my sleep!!!!!!!!)

jovenshire: erron black. gunslingin’ rowdy boy that tries to flirt with unsuccessful results, has his own interests and goals in mind when he makes decisions, chooses battles based on how much he can gain from each possibility. listens to country music and unironically does the boot-scootin’ boogie, has strong beliefs that people are allowed to make their own decisions and do what they want. a strangely coy and erotic cowboy.

mari takahashi: kitana. ethereal princess of an entire realm, goes from wanting to please others to making her own decisions and being loyal to herself, can kill a man with just a kiss, is besties (i mean in canon they’re dating but like. Not Here!!!!) with liu kang. has hopes for the future, will do whatever it takes to prevent bad things from happening, surprisingly very violent despite being so nice.

sohinki: sub-zero. generally a chill guy that will kick your ass mercilessly when given the chance, may or may not be lasercorn’s true enemy, initially was kind of a strict dude but now he’s just chill and wants to have a good time. always seems to show up whenever others need him, and basically just takes things in stride. all around good addition to a team, but can be stubborn and unmoving.

wes johnson: mileena. very giddy at first, but calms down a bit later on, desperately wants to be considered part of a family, has a strong temper and craves some sort of control, wants stability and prosperity for themselves. proud of their accomplishments and are always looking for people to acknowledge them, big eaters. is like a younger sibling that pesters you for candy. more powerful than they know.

boze: sonya blade. no-nonsense, won’t hesitate bitch, will kill you within a moment’s notice if you cross her, strong and independent with a soft spot for her friends, idk i just really associate boze with army green, was almost definitely a very emo teen. expects a lot from cassie but loves her with all her heart, is ride or die, ambitious and knows what she wants. go-getter through and through.

damien haas: kenshi. is almost definitely a psychic, values honor, besties with shayne, is a GOOD DAD!!!!!!! (fuck mkx’s portrayal of kenshi as a father tbh!!!!!!! takeda deserves better and SO DOES KENSHI!), is 1000% a cat person, has telekinesis probably, kitanas. knows a lot of shit, is lowkey shady af, helps scorpion in the new timeline (which... damien and lasercorn are... mind brothers), helps the Kombat Kids train bc they need it

flitz: kotal kahn. sun god, can and will turn into a lion at any moment, probably just glows sometimes for fun, is real into jade (which. aren’t we all.), is less interested in conquering and more into internal affairs and uniting people, proud of his body (bc kotal’s always shirtless, y’know.), would definitely drink blood for youth and sustenance. is able to teleport and has telekinesis, but it’s just w/e y’know!

rhett & link: raiden. the protector(s) of earthrealm and savior of the MK storyline, all-powerful immortal gods, are like WAY too fucking tall, did i mention that raiden is an elder god and that rhett & link literally saved our asses? gods, truly.

defy executives: shang tsung. old-ass, musty-ass, soul-stealing bitch, is liu kang’s arch-nemesis, brought sindel back to life which literally almost killed everyone in the MK timeline until they were brought back due to the time shenanigans. fuckin’ dusty soul-grabbing bastards that don’t even have good fatalities smh.

#smosh #mortal kombat au #smosh squad #smosh games #smosh fam #ian hecox #noah grossman #olivia sui #keith leak jr. #courtney miller #shayne topp #lasercorn #jovenshire #mari takahashi #wes johnson #sohinki #boze #damien haas #flitz #rhett and link #defy media #sunflower.exe #Aus #i'd add matt raub and sarah whittle to the mix but idk who they are yet

[froggheadd]

I just saw a local BMC production and it was so good

Jeremy is sooooo tall, oh my god. He genuinely looked like WPC, I was amazed. He was wearing an x-men snapback so when he said “Like X-men” He guestured really wildly to his hat. His voice kept cracking when he was singing but it WORKED! It was as close to seeing wpc as Jeremy as I’ll ever get.

Christine was adorable, she had big curly brown hair in pigtails and her first outfit was a flowly long pink dress/shirt with unicorn rainbow leggings and white converse. Then she switched to a rainbow stripped sweater with a yellow overall skirt, and then for the voices in my head she has a white short sleeved shirt with a long yellow dress over it. Her backpack was reversible sequins and had buttons all along the straps.

They went for a red scheme for the squip and he had red contacts in!!! 

During two player game, Jeremy and Michael had matching mario luigi remotes

Speaking of Michael, he’s SO MUCH shorter than Jeremy and he has ultimate curly hair but cut like how you'd imagine Michael’s hair looking. His hoodie is the weird teal purple squiggle that’s on cups a lot. He genuinely looked like he was 15 or 16 but I talked to my friend in the cast and he’s actually 21??? He looks like a baby. His mitb was s o g o o d I was about to cry...my friend I was with did cry. 

Michael’s pac man tattoo was a fucking tramp stamp

when Mr. Heere came in during two player game like "IS THAT A GIRL" Michael did a lil smile with squinty eyes and a lil wave 

BROOKE IS ADORABLE AND I ADORE HER!! Her hair was half up half down in space buns, and there were lil pink bows on the buns. She was wearing a pink, yellow, and white fuzzy stripped sweater crop top? With a pale pink overall skirt, and her shoes were half see through if that makes sense? With pink fuzzy socks.

The "girls shirt" that Jeremy picks up during The Squip Song pt 1. was a jean jacket with studs ALL OVER. jfc Jeremy you mess.

During the Squip song pt 2 when Brooke left she said ‘au revoir’ bc she thought jere dated Madeline who's french

During the scenes in upgrade with Jeremy and Brooke, starting when Jeremy starting crying, they had dramatic movie music playing and what sounded like rain. Very Notebook-y. The ensemble was on stage with some boxes set up like bleachers, in 3d glasses eating popcorn like the whole thing was a movie

The squip was always kinda followed about by a group of four girls in red lip stick, red heels, clout glasses, and white dresses and i love all of them. By Pitiful Children tho they’re dressed in all red dresses with hoods? That’s coming back to the Squip’s color scheme being red. HE WAS WEARING AIR PODS HOW COULD I ALMOST FORGET!!! HE HAD FUCKIN AIR PODS IN!!!

A GUY THAT ID KINDA BE INTO!!! Everyone came out in renaissance outfits and were ball dancing around Jere and Christine. They were kinda dancing like that one scene in pride and prejudice where everyones in white dresses

They had basically a giant lazy susan on stage? Think the spinning stage in hamilton except it was above the floor. There was a hole in it the squip popped out of it??? I think it mightve been for More Than Survive Reprise??

When the Squip tucked Jeremy in, he held up a blanket that had a giant picture of Spock on it

Jeremy dressed up as Spock for Halloween (good riddance to the spandex cyborg costume!)

In the dance battle Jake only did Fortnite dances

During Do You Wanna Hang the Squip said “SEX! The final frontier” while doing the hand thing. 

Michael was dressed as Darth Vader. His entrance was cued by the star wars music and Darth Vader breathing. 

When Jake breaks in through the window the whole thing went to slow motion, with Jeremy dodging punches and running past Brooke. It was a really funny addition.

The Squip’s final costume was hilarious he had shoulder pads that came out like 6 inches. Hold on I cant even describe it lemme draw it. Ah yes. The look of pure evil.

Mr Heere was as much of a nerd as Jeremy. All of his interactions were delivered like he was trying to make dad jokes until his fight with Jeremy. That whole scene was amazing, all of the joking faded away and he was really trying to find out what was wrong with Jere. Amazing.

In the pants song when Michael sang "when you love somebody" all the lights turned pink. So.....

Mr. Heere and Michael starting doing lil karate moves together. We love a power duo.

People being "squipped" was them putting on clout glasses

OH! There wasnt a Mr. Reyes!! It was Mrs. Reyes and she reminded me of Ms. Darbus from hsm so 10/10

The fight during the play with Jere and Michael was staged like mortal combat fight? It was really cool, I loved it.

When Mr Heere came on during the hospital scene with a tie and pants on, the tie had a lava lamp on it (like I said. Huge nerd)

When Michael said “Im sure someone would be lucky to have you” he patted him on the back and Rich SQUEAKED! Then Mr. Heere came in and patted Rich’s shoulder and he squeaked again. Poor boy.

Rich was leaving the stage and he fell right next to my seat. When he came back his chin was bleeding :( 

I talked to the guy who played the Squip after and he said he saw us and he almost started laughing while singing

#phylicia talks #be more chill #bmc

[thesovereignsequel]

1-49

1. What do you think your d&d race would be?

Dwarf, probably. I’m short, chunky, and do have pervasive body hair. I actually have like two actual hairs growing out of my neck and some thick peachfuzz so I feel like my body wants a beard bad enough for me to be a dwarf.

2. What class?

I think maaaaybe a bard? I have a lot of anxiety concerning performing but I could be a stand up comedy bard. If not that, maybe a barbarian? I wanna go feral at all times.

3. What two feats would you have?

Inspiring Leader and Tavern Brawler. I am good at encouraging people and literally love the concept at going feral w/ whatever weapon possible.

4. What has been your favorite d&d character you’ve played? (NPCs count for DMs)

Ooooo! I guess my favorite PC I’ve played is Viper, my assassin tiefling. My favorite NPC I’ve played is probably Daniel Devito (original character do not steal)

5. Which of your d&d characters has been the most like you?

None of my characters are particularly like me, all of them have like, one trait I can relate to tops. Same with NPCs.

6. Which of your d&d characters has been the least like you?

For NPCs, the big bad of my last campaign (Duke Maloret) but for PCs probably Viper?

7. How do you go about making a character or NPC?

I go with a basic concept when making a player character and flesh it out from there once I have an idea what the setting is like. For an NPC, I already know what the setting is like so I create someone I think would fit and have a place and purpose in the setting. And when I make joke NPCs I just come up w/ something funny that somehow usually works with lore.

8. What is the most memorable natural 20 you’ve ever experienced?

In the CoS game I’m playing, our warlock got a fuckin nat 20 and one shot an NPC, who was definitely going to kill us, mortal combat style.

9. Has one of your d&d characters ever died? How?

In a oneshot playing w/ some ppl I don’t really care for, one of my characters died. They died bc a player threw a grenade to kill a big monster even though I said “yo, don’t!”

10. What is your favorite class to play?

Monk!!! The power, the range. Lovely.

11. Have you ever fought a dragon?

Yes? Kind of?

12. Have you ever fought a beholder?

I don’t think so.

13. Have you ever fought a mind flayer?

No

14. Have you ever had a romance with an NPC or another PC?

As a DM, I have. As a player I haven’t yet, but my necromancer/life cleric is in high demand so that’s gonna change ;0

15. Do you prefer to DM or play?

I like both. I’m better as a player though so playing is usually what I prefer bc I feel like I make a better experience playing. I love DMing so fuckin much tho :’0

16. What is your favorite D&D pod/vodcast?

I only listen/watch two “dnd” pod/vodcasts, those being Critical Role and The Adventure Zone. I prefer the Adventure Zone just a teensy bit.

17. Who is your favorite “celebrity dm?”

If the question had said GM and not DM I’d have an answer.

18. Do you use props/minis/terrain in your game?

Nope. We’re digital bby!!

19. How did you discover D&D?

I knew about dnd since forever, but only started desiring to play after listening to the Adventure Zone. And it took at least a year before I was ever actually able to play (think it probably took two)

20. If you run a homebrew game, give an out of context spoiler.

Being yeeted can be fun, fresh, and flirty.

21. Drop a picture of a mini you painted (if applicable)

Don’t have one :’0

22. Write a brief scene centered around one of your characters!

I’ll answer this in another ask.

23. Do you have any art of your characters?

I do!

24. Have you ever played any TTRPGs other than D&D?

I’ve played Monster of the Week and Tavern Tales.

25. What is your favorite snack for d&d?

Bc discord is over audio I usually don’t have the option of eating a snack.

26. If you could have one potion from d&d, which one would you choose?

Potion of Animal Friendship. I want the neighborhood cats to love me.

27. If you could cast one spell from d&d, which would you cast?

Fly. I just wanna soar bby.

28. What is the most memorable natural 1 you’ve experienced?

I remember every nat one that has a negative modifier and I love all of them.

29. Have you ever been drunk playing d&d?

I have never been drunk period.

30. Homebrew or prewritten?

I prefer DMing homebrew and have no preference for either when it comes to playing.

31. Tell me about your current party!

I’ll get into this one in a different post bc I have a few.

32. Most memorable NPC you’ve encountered in a game you played in.

Flinder Flameweaver. He sold fake ostrich boots claiming they were genuine ostrich and we saw through his lies.

33. Do you listen to music while playing? What kinds?

I play professor Layton music a lot during my games.

34. Favorite accent to do for characters?

Young British child.

35. Favorite classic d&d trope

Sexey demons.

36. What was your first d&d character you made?

A Dragonborn noblewoman who was secretly so buff but wore lots of frills.

37. What is the most recent PC or NPC you’ve created?

I can’t talk about NPCs, bc spoilers, but my latest player character I believe is a yuan ti wizard boi

38. Goblins or Kobolds?

Why not both?

39. Favorite villain you’ve defeated?

This asshole from our CoS campaignwho was very much the reactionary “pleased to see you upset” white dude.

40. What d&d deity would you be a cleric of?

None tbh

41. Give an out of context quote from one of your games!

I have a couple. “DM stands for Daddy Master”, “Griffindor Macklemore is my heterosona” and “Or what, you’ll stab me?”

42. Have you ever rolled turn into a potted plant on the wild magic table?

Unfortunately I’ve only cast a few spells as a wild magic sorcerer and everyone else I play w/ is a coward.

43. Minis and terrain or theater of the mind?

Theater of the mind.

44. Mulligan, Mercer, Murphy, or McElroy?

I like Mercer and McElroy

45. What is the longest session you’ve ever had?

god I think I’ve had one that was at least six hours before.

46. What is the longest battle you’ve fought or run?

The dreaded cockatrice fight.

47. Have you ever played at level 20?

Unfortunately no, not yet.

48. Does your dm say “How do you want to do this?”

Some do, some don’t.

49. Have you ever played an edition other than 5th?

No I have not.

#long post #dnd things

[sirbadgerduke]

Retrospective Thought: “Ten Games I’m Highly Excited For in 2019″

Starting off this year with a list! A list of games I’m super excited for that are coming out(or not, you never know lol). 2019 has already seen two really strong releases in Resident Evil 2 and Kingdom Hearts 3, expect a review of the former sometime next week. So let’s get into this list! 10) The Sinking City(March 21st) I’m a massive fanboy of anything Lovecraftian and Cosmic Horror tinged. From all of the stuff shown so far both in videos and screenshots, Sinking City looks really promising to be a rather crazy adventure into madness. If there’s something I’m hoping for this title to do, it would be more survival horror in the vein of Resident Evil than actiony like Bioshock 2 or a slog like Amnesia. So far though? This has my attention the more I see of it.  9) Left Alive(March 5th) I love some big robo/mechy action in my shooters, and this new title seems to hopefully cure that itch, for now at least(Further down the list will make more sense). Set in the rather cool Front Mission-verse, which have been mostly Strategy titles until Front Mission:Evolved(A rough gem that’s worth checking out imo). Left Alive seems to take some notes out of Titanfall’s books, by having having both out of and in mech action. So long as there’s a nice balance of on foot combat and mech combat i’ll be darned and hype for this title. 8) Toejam & Earl: Back in The Groove(March 1st) I’m not going to lie, I’m a stickler for some Nostalgia-pandering, especially if it’s this little gem from the 90′s. While it’s more in the vein of say, the first game? The funktacular return of this blast from the past is a welcome change in my opinion. It’s basically a randomly generated treasure hunting game in which you play aliens looking to gather all their Spaceship’s parts, with an added awesome OST to boot. It’s a nice change of pace from the usual non-combat focused game(as in, it’s at least not another fucking Walking sim). 7) Code Vein(TBA in 2019) Souls-like that’s more Bloodborne than Dark Souls? check! Vampire themes and concept? Check! Dystopian Post-Apocalyptic setting? Check! basically “Anime Bloodborne but vampires and psuedo-sci-fi stuff) and I’m all aboard for this shit! While it may not be super high on my list, I’m still looking to check this little action anime RPG Romp when it drops! 6) Metro Exodus(Feb 15th) Not gonna mention the fiasco over the PC storefront bullshit(It’s all dumb, shouldn’t be happening imo just have the game on both fronts. I’m still really hype, while I’m currently re-going through Last Light to better get an understanding of the franchise before the third one is out next week. I’m hoping this will give me a good Post-Apoc survival experience over the botched fuck up that is Fallout 76.Post-Nuked Russia has always interested me honestly.  5) Judgement: Project Judge Eyes(TBA 2019) Yakuza is easily one of the best franchises of the Modern Era of Gaming, from fuckin Sega of all Publishers to, the same Publisher that really royally fucked over the Sonic franchise. Well Judgement is another title set in the same universe as Yakuza, only you’re playing from the PD’s point of view. It’s out now in Japan, and some of the zany whackiness has been turned up to fuckin hundred, so that alone gets my body ready for this(Hopefully) great new title. 4) Ghost of Tsushima(Unknown)  Look, this game hasn’t been given a release date yet, but that doesn’t mean I’m not hyped for it. Essentially, I’ve been killing for a non-supernatural.fantasy tinged japanese set game. Samurais and mongols fighting, as you play as said Samurai? I NEED THIS GAME NOW! To be honest, the game could easily turn out to be “Ryse:Japan Edition” But I’m really hopeful for it! 3) Mortal Kombat 11(April 23rd) Mortal Kombat has always been my fighting jam, except for the god awful fully 3D Tekken-alikes that happened over 10 years ago. While I have my reservations on some of the stuff(Jesus Sonya and Cassie look....not great lol), I’m still more so hyped for it. The new loot system ala Injustice 2 making a somewhat MK-esque debut in MK11 really makes me happy. Now if they can announce Noob, Rain, Kabal, Erron Black and Motaro as returning playable fighters I’ll be super happy! 2) Sekiro:Shadows Die Twice(March 22nd)  From Software did some awesome shit; Bloodborne being my favourite, plus the Dark Souls Trilogy and even Armored Core. So no doubt I’m very much excited for Sekiro. While it’s Japan with some fantasy/supernatural elements, I’m willing to get with it for the gameplay, which by the stuff out about it? Looks really fluid, solid and really good. The traversing options are just the cherry on this fantastic sundae and I’ll guarantee this will be a hit! 1) Devil May Cry V(March 8th)  I’ve been waiting for this since I finished DMC4 for the first time back in 08. I tried to like DmC, but I just couldn’t, what a huge let down that was, and for a long ass time I thought the DMC series was on ice. That’s until last year when it got announced, and Hooooo boy, I couldn’t be happier or more excited for it. the initial leakage of info since? has done nothing but get me more excited for this sequel than probably anything so far. Ofcourse they could fuck it, and it’s not in the realm of impossibility, it’s just so good to have a true DMC title releasing sooner than later! Maybe it will be my GoTY? So far, Resident Evil 2 is. And so, that’s 10 games I’m super duper looking forward to playing and hopefully reviewing too! This year looks to be a stellar lineup of new and old and returning franchises. Trying to keep positive vibes despite some really fuckin dumb shit happening already. Next up is a review of Resident Evil 2 and honestly? Well, you’ll find out!

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narcissus i

pairing- michael x y/n (fem)

word count- 3.6k

warnings- cursing, mentions of cheating, infant abandonment

a/n- okay, before I start I just want to say this is more of a prologue where I introduce y/n’s background and her relationships with the other characters so not as much as I hoped happens, but this means I’ll be able to focus solely on the story in future parts!! I don’t ship May and Arthur, that’s just sort of he way the story turned out,,, and pls note that this isn’t 100% mythology accurate, so don’t use this for any educational purposes :D

Hades, although most people called him Michael, was the God of the Underworld. Michael was the same age as y/n, both younger than the majority of the Gods. Tommy claimed that given Demeter’s specialty, it only made sense for y/n to be the Goddess of spring, leaving the final job for Michael. But Michael didn’t have any family to vouch for him as y/n did, he was an affair child- something frowned upon in Olympus. And so his parents, whoever they were, abandoned him for the rest of the Gods to find. Tommy didn’t know anything about Michael, simply waiting for him to grow up before sending him off to rule the Underworld. But Michael didn’t belong there. Not to begin with anyway. Time turned him to stone, and after years upon years living with the agonising screams of the tortured souls, Michael inevitably turned cold. Despite being tucked away in the Underworld as soon as he hit 16, he wasn’t oblivious. He knew he was an affair child, he knew Tommy paid no attention to who he was before damning him to rule the Underworld, and after years of living in Hell, he knew that he despised y/n for stealing what could have been his.

or

Michael, the God of death, finds himself infuriated with y/n, the Goddess of life.

Y/n was the daughter of Demeter, though amongst the Gods her mother was referred to as May, and was the goddess of spring. Outside of Olympus, she had multiple names- the most common being Persephone. The goddess of spring was beautiful. Her eyes were wide and innocent, with dark yet bright irises, rimmed with the prettiest lashes that brushed her cheek each time she blinked. Soft wisps of hair gently caressed her face, cascading down her back into a gorgeous tangle of waves and curls. Demeter was well aware of how beautiful her daughter was, and so she took it upon herself to hide her away from the rest of the world. It wasn’t that the Goddess of the harvest was evil, or even envious of her daughter. It was nothing like that, Demeter simply simply couldn't afford to lose y/n. Y/n’s father, Zeus (otherwise known as Tommy), had left Demeter as soon as she was born, instead marrying Hera (or Grace), the Goddess of marriage and family. Whilst she made out like it didn’t bother her, Zeus leaving broke her and though try as she might to hide it, there was no doubt that Demeter was never the same afterwards. And so she hid y/n away, in fear of her daughter leaving too. The most desired maiden in all of Olympus was bound to find somebody soon enough, though the idea both outraged yet delighted Demeter. Hiding y/n from the rest of the world only satisfied half of Demeter, because as much as she wanted Persephone to herself, she was well aware of the opportunities she was robbing her daughter of

There wasn’t a single being in all of Olympus purer than her. She was pretty, yes, but she was far from dumb, and she was very far from weak. She grew up surrounded by stories of rape, abuse and kidnappings, and so the young Goddess took it upon herself to learn to defend herself not only verbally, but if it came down to it physically too. Demeter wasn’t too proud of the reputation her daughter gained after leaving the butcher’s son unconscious when she was 15, and no matter how much she reasoned, Demeter just wouldn’t agree. ‘Mom, he tried to force himself onto me! Was I supposed to just let him?’ ‘Of course not dear, but you don’t lower yourself to their levels, we use words to fight our battles, yeah?’ Although, she knew her combat skills would only get her so far, so Y/n used the library Zeus had built in Olympus frequently to educate herself, and she listened in intently during meetings with the rest of the Gods. As for the rest of the Gods, they all adored y/n. She had taken a particular liking to Finn, better known as Apollo and Ada, or to mortals Artemis. Tommy tried his best to be involved with y/n and May, although being a married man with children of his own, and an entire kingdom to manage- this proved to be quite difficult. Whilst he dropped by for brief periods of time on her birthday or other occasions, Tommy’s presence was very scarce around the two. That’s not to say y/n had no father figure as she grew up. The God of War, Aries (or Arthur) had shown an interest in the young girl when he caught her crying amongst her mother’s bluebells when she was barely 4.

The sound of sniffles and whimpers caught the war God’s attention as the chatter of the others seemed to drown out. Tommy was hosting another party in celebration of his wife baring another child, although by this point the news barely surprised an of the Gods, and so the majority only showed up for the drinks.

He handed (shoved) his glass into Poseidon's chest, leaving the baffled sea God with nothing more than a mumble of ‘hold m’ drink john’ as he slipped out of the group, heading for towards the soft cries coming from the garden.

“Who’s there? The party’s inside.” Arthur called, cautiously edging closer to the source to the sound.

“It’s fuckin’ scorchin’ hot here, what y’doin’ sittin’ out in the su-”

He paused.

Opening his mouth, no words came out when his eyes met with a wide, watery pair.

Arthur was the God of War. It was no surprise to anyone how aggressive and hot headed he was, so when Arthur saw the small girl hugging her knees to chest with sticky tear stains covering her face, he even surprised himself with his actions.

Being the personification of conflict, it isn’t much of a surprise that Arthur had not the slightest idea of what to do. The girl spoke up first, running a small hand over her cheeks,

“S-sorry. Please don’t tell my mummy, she’ll get upset too.”

“I won’t… what y’ cryin’ for though, huh? Y’ should be over there playin’ with the other kids.”

She pinched her face together, her tiny features scrunching up as she shook her head.  

“Don’t wanna, they’re not nice to me,” y/n sniffled, glancing at the ground where she toyed with the shards of grass.

“They were laughing at me because I don’t have a daddy... they said it’s because of me but it’s not even my fault! Mummy said I used to have one, but I don’t anymore.” She pauses, trailing off. This was a sensitive topic for both her and her mother. May had always avoided the subject whenever y/n brought it up, and so she never really bothered to push her mother any further.

“D-do you know why I don’t have a daddy? Did I really do something wrong? It’s not actually my fault... is it?”

“Y’what? No, of course not poppet, that’s not your fault, none of this is your fau- which ones said it, huh? Which ones said all that, c’mon, tell me which little fuckers-“

Her head snapped up, eyes wide as her dainty hand flew up to cover her mouth, from which the tiniest giggle escaped.

“Oi, what’s funny?” Arthur grumbled with a small frown, though his frustration with the children had dissolved.

Another laugh ripped through the serenity of the atmosphere surrounding the two, and although it was clear the girl was laughing at him, Arthur couldn’t find it in himself to be remotely angry.

“You said a bad language word!” she squealed, followed by a small laugh from the God of war opposite her.

He sat himself down on the grass now, ignoring the strange look from the couple that passed him as he did.

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

The girl held out her pinky, interlinking it with his much larger one.

“I promise.”

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Hades, although most people called him Michael, was the God of the Underworld. Michael was the same age as y/n, both younger than the majority of the Gods. Tommy had claimed that given Demeter’s specialty, it only made sense for y/n to be the goddess of spring, leaving the final job for Michael. But Michael didn’t have any family to vouch for him as y/n did, he was an affair child- something frowned upon in Olympus. And so his parents, whoever they were, abandoned him for the rest of the Gods to find. Tommy didn’t know anything about Michael, simply waiting for him to grow up before sending him off to rule the Underworld. But Michael didn’t belong there. Not to begin with anyway. Time turned him to stone, and after years upon years living with the agonising screams of the tortured souls, Michael inevitably turned cold. Despite being tucked away in the Underworld as soon as he hit 16, he wasn’t oblivious. He knew he was an affair child, he knew Tommy paid no attention to who he was before damning him to rule the Underworld, and after years of living in Hell, he knew that he despised y/n for stealing what could have been his.

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The distant sound of birdsong broke y/n out of her slumber. Pushing herself up from the ball she had curled up into, she ran a hand over her puffy eyes as a pout worked its way onto her lips.

“C’mon darling, up up up!”

“No, go away mom,”

Demeter folded her arms across her chest, a knowing look being cast in y/n’s direction.

“None of that now, you know just how important tonight is-”

“Yes, how could I forget that tonight will be the night you lot find a man to ship me off to?”

The older Goddess chuckled, placing herself down on the edge of y/n’s bed before continuing,

“Quite the opposite, actually. We’re going to find you someone as close as possible. And maybe even get him to come and live here, with us.”

Baring in mind her mother's romantic history and the amount of inner debating it took her mother to come to the conclusion she was ready for her daughter to marry, y/n knew she was better off staying silent whilst she dragged herself out of bed, unable to stop the small sigh that left her lips.

“Enough with your attitude, you might not want to get married but you know how bad it will look if you don’t. Trust me, being single is fun for now, but after a while when all your friends get married and start their own families, you’ll be left alone. And it took me a while to face the truth, but I know that I’m not going to put you through that because of my personal reasons.”

She shook her head, pulling her mother into a tight embrace.

“Tommy, Zeus, whatever we’re to call him, isn’t worth it, and you know that. He left you, you shouldn’t feel remotely guilty for what he did. You’re too good for him, Tommy and Grace make a perfect couple- they’re both just as low as each other. Remember the time she put a mortal through all those tests just because she slept with Tommy whilst he was pretending to be her husband? Is that what you’re jealous of? Hmm? Is that the man you want?”

Demeter chuckled, a small shake of her head as she placed her hand on her daughter’s cheek.

“Hush now, let’s not speak of other people in such a manner, have I not brought you up better than that?”

“But mom, she’s a bitch!”

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It was around midnight when he entered. When y/n had wished for a change in atmosphere, this was not what she meant.

Demeter hurried around the room, fussing over her daughter stood before the mirror whilst she scurried around the room in search of a towel, a cloth or maybe even a piece of fabric- she was desperate.

“I told you to let me dress closer to the time!” The younger women huffed, maneuvering her body away from the mirror to help her mother.

“Not another step! You’ve done enough damage as it is, can’t even trust you to sit in the garden without mucking up your dress, so don’t even think about moving.”

The event was set to start in the evening, and so y/n thought it would make sense to change into her formal gown closer to the time, though Demeter was having none of it. Brushing off y/n’s complaints with a “Oh, what’s the worst that can happen? Come on now, get a move on.”

With the dress on and nothing else to do, y/n headed to the garden to tend to the lillies she had planted a few days ago. How was she to know that her mother had gone and dug up a small hole in preparation for a new batch of Dahlias? So when she sat down to feed the delicate plants, a smidge of the dirt from the newly dug up grass stained the baby pink lace adorning the wrist she used to support herself to lean over to sprinkle the water over them. The dress itself was quite simple, a pretty shade of light pink. The top half was lace, clinging to her figure all the way down to her waist where a strip of silk the same shade connected it to the lower half, chiffon that hung freely from her hips. According to Demeter, it had taken months to create, though y/n found this highly unlikely. That’s not to say she didn’t feel any less guilty when she stood up, only to see the dirt embedded into the lace.

“Can’t you see there’s nothing of assistance in my room? There’s ample towels in the washroom, I’ll go fetch one.”

Hesitence was clearly etched onto May’s features, but nonetheless she agreed, following her daughter to the washroom.

Reaching for the nearest towel, y/n dipped the edge of it into a small bucket of water.

“Be careful, stop, hand it to me and I’ll do it.” May offered, though it was more of a demand.

More or less snatching the towel from her daughter’s grip, she began her attempt to get the stain out whilst trying to get a conversation flowing.

“Why do I feel I’m more excited than you are about tonight?”

“Maybe because you are?”

Eyes never leaving the task at hand, Demeter glanced at her daughter with a disapproving nod, the smallest sign of amusement lining her face, though when she spoke, her words dripped with sorrow.

“Do you want to end up like your mother? Lonely?”

Y/n shook her head, a small ‘no mother’ falling from her lips. She could sense the change in atmosphere, deeming it best to just keep her mouth shut for now.

May seemed to think the same, for the rest of the time spent getting out the stain was in an unbearably loud silence.

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“Oh, y/n it’s lovely!” May exclaimed, throwing her arms around her daughter’s small frame as the two women took in the sight before them.

With a fake smile plastered on her face, y/n gave her mother a small thumbs up, “yes, yes it’s nice.” May frowned down at her daughter, patting her arm gently before retracting her own back to her side.

“I’m gonna leave you to it now, yeah? Be nice,” Her mother warned, before leaving y/n to her own devices with nothing more than a curt nod in her direction.

The venue was nice, not even y/n’s lack of enthusiasm could take away the beauty of the wooden decor surrounding her. Vines clung to the pillars that stood in each corner of the room, and from the ceilings hung lanterns, illuminating the baby pink petals dusted along the floor.

“All this and you’re not even engaged yet? Bloody hell, weddings’ bound to be a sight, huh?”

Y/n froze. A voice of velvet, smoother than melted honey and so deep and gratifying, it left y/n with a desire to hear it again. And so she replied, her voice a much meeker sound.

“My mom just really wants me to get married.”

A few moments of silence passed, hurtling y/n into a state of panic at the lack of reply. She glanced up at him through her lashes in an attempt to find the reason without making it too blatant. The man that stood before her was clad entirely in black, with eyes deeper than the oceans and greener than the ample fields she used to play in when she was an infant. The the ash brown waves of locks on his head lay perfectly in place, apart from the single strand of stray hair that caressed his right cheekbone. He had a somewhat diamond shaped face, with defined and sturdy features; and of course a jawline sharp enough to cut the tension growing between the two. Though, it was his attire that set him apart from the people surrounding him. Exhibiting nothing but the colour black, y/n almost felt out of place standing before him in pink.

“Well, I highly doubt she would go to such extremes if she wanted to keep you.” He sneered, an amused expression playing on his features at y/n’s evident discomfort.

“I mean,” he began, cutting short her attempt at replying, “if I was adored by all of Olympus, I probably wouldn’t want to leave and marry either.”

Y/n frowned, though it seemed this had no effect n the stranger, who continued regardless.

“But no, I understand why someone like you wouldn’t want to marry. I’m sure no one is good enough for the little Goddess of life, isn’t that right? How could someone as perfect as Persephone ever find someone remotely fit to marry her?”  His tone was loud enough to attract the attention of a few people nearby, and had y/n not been so surprised at the stranger’s outburst, she would have taken note as to how their eyes widened in recognition when they spotted him.  

His gaze somewhat softened when he noticed her confused and hurt expression, and had he not have noticed the hand now upon y/n’s shoulder, he would’ve felt slight regret.

“Michael, how lovely of you to join us.” Spoke the voice behind her, removing his hand from y/n’s shoulder although he made no attempt to move. John. Being Arthur’s brother, he too was incredibly protective of y/n, despite only being a few years older than her.

“Poseidon, lovely to see you again!” Michael smirked, feigning enthusiasm.

With a nod in his direction and a, “likewise, we’ll have to reacquaint soon, but y/n’s mother requires her presence.”, John turned his back to the uninvited visitor, his grip on y/n’s wrist tight as he pulled her away from the scene, and in the direction of presumably her mother.

“Y/n can walk herself, you know.” She told John with a small smile on her face, though the roughness in her touch as she gripped his wrist to twist her own free gave her away.

“Could’ve just asked me to let go rather than nearly snap m’ radius bone… what’s with you anyway?” John murmured, nursing his bruising forearm and his tainted ego (Olympus was already aware of y/n’s combat skills, but having her get out of his grip without breaking a sweat in public wasn’t exactly something John was fond of).

Y/n shook her head, “I bloody had that! Dunno why you had to come and save the day, I was more than capable of dealing with him, John! Why does everyone treat me like I’m a kid?”

“Because you are?” John teased, his long legs only taking him a stride to catch up with her. “Oi,” He maneuvered himself so he was stood before her, leaving her no choice but to stop and look at him, “put this away,” he muttered, poking the small pout that had worked its way onto her face, “and listen to me. I didn’t choose to, I know you could handle it, but your mummy dearest on the other hand…” He snickered, watching as her face fell. “Seriously? How much comotion did she cause?” Y/n groaned, already conjuring up scenarios of her mother causing a fuss.

“Just got Arthur a bit worked up, Hades coming in and all.”

“Wait, who’s Ha-“

Before y/n was able to finish her question, May was out of her seat, clutching her daughter’s smaller frame to her own.

“Arthur, get over here before May snaps your daughter in half.” John yelled, the wide grin he was sporting oblivious to the attention he was drawing.

Arthur, however wore the exact opposite expression.

“What were thinking? Huh? Scared the life outta me ‘n May.” He told her, his voice holding a certain seriousness y/n had never heard from him before. May nodded in agreement, placing a gentle hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

“Darling, I know you like going off on your on and making your own decisions, but I need you to listen to us when we tell you he is bad news.”

“Who?” Y/n finally spoke. For a moment, she had begun to think Arthur and May had mistaken her for someone else- she’d spent the majority of the time mulling about by herself, and the man in the black suit seemed harmless. Incredibly mean and very very attractive, but harmless nonethelesss.

“Why, how many Gods of the Underworld have you been speaking to tonight?” May chuckled, though her face still held the same fear and worry it did when y/n had been dragged over by John.

“Underworld?”

Arthur, now slightly frustrated, sighed. “Y/n, that boy in the black suit, that’s Hades. Amongst the Gods he’s called Michael. The two of you, you’re about the same age. When Tommy was deciding who would be the God of what, he had assigned roles to everyone but the two of you. But Michael, his parents- whoever they are- had an affair when they had him, because he was abandoned at birth. To this day, we still don’t know which Gods did it, but as you know affairs are frowned upon here, and so by default so is the child. When it came to giving you and Michael your responsibilities, he had the options of the Underworld and, well what you have. He was only 16 when Tommy sent him there, the poor kid.”

Y/n shook her head, frowning at the older man.

“How’s that make him so dangerous?”

“Y/n, love, the lad hates you.”

wHOO OKAY SO I FINALLY DID THIS!!!!!! THIS IS MY FIRST EVERY FIC SO I APOLOGISE FOR HOW BAD IT IS AHAHAHA. IM SORRY THERES BARELY ANY Y/N X MICHAEL HERE BUT THE BACKSTORY IN THIS IS A BIT DIFFERENT TO THE REAL ONE SO I WANTED TO MAKE SURE ALL THAT STUFF WAS COVERED BEFORE I FULLY GOT INTO THE STORY, SO I SUPPOSE THIS IS MORE OF A PROLOGUE??? ANWAY, PLS LIKE & REBLOG IF YOU LIKED IT AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO OR IF I SHOULD START SOMETHING ELSE INSTEAD!! ALSO, IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR HEACANONS ABOUT THE STORY OR THE CHARACTERS MY ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN!! :D

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