#in my furry era again (we are so fucking back)
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Kicking this blog off with a sona ref. woe depressed fire chicken be upon ye
[ID: A reference sheet of Nixx, an anthropomorphic bird with black feathers and orange tips and V-shaped marking on the chest. Their head, forearms, and lower legs are skeletal. In the upper left corner is a close up of a yellow eye shadowed by the eye socket with the caption “eyes glow faintly.” Next to it are two headshots, showing Nixx with their purple-colored tongue sticking out in a playful way with the caption “no teeth, but a long tongue,” and Nixx looking at something to the side with an angry expression and their feathers puffed up, a thin light trail coming from their eye. Underneath is a drawing of their arm with smoke and small flames coming off of it captioned “can only produce some flames, smoke, and ash from their arms and tail now.” On the right is a small profile with their name and some info: “age: 20s (current life), species: undead phoenix, height: 6 foot 9 inches, gender: genderqueer (they/he/it), sexuality: biromantic graysexual.”
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#in my furry era again (we are so fucking back)#sorry to any ornithologists for the inaccurate skeletal stuff i'm just kinda doing whatever with them tbh#don't ask me why they're undead when phoenixes can regenerate like the doctor i don't. know#one too many rebirths ig#nixx posting#sona stuff#legacy posts#legacy arts#fursona#furry#furry art#anthro#sfw furry#bird furry
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Update Time!
I know I mentioned an update a while back, so here it is. :3
Things are finally settling down a bit. Work is the only thing I need to get sorted out (my current job is very very toxic but dear god the job market is ass now). I’m feeling more like myself again, and incrementally healing from the past year. My therapist diagnosed me with PTSD, so that’s been interesting to navigate. Overall… things are starting to feel okay again, things are starting to feel real again.
That being said - I’m still eating my way towards being an immobile skunk. 🥰 But. I’m kinda changing my perspective on things a bit…
I’m going back to my soft-gaining era, when I was 13-15 and really really enjoying and savoring my body swelling up and getting softer before my very eyes. I’ve done the challenges, I’ve done the “freshman 100” (holy fuck was that fun), and now… I just wanna be a lazy, gluttonous stoner and let that lifestyle blow me up with lard, at whatever pace that is. I’m done comparing and competing, and truthfully a larger conversation needs to be had in the community about how we pit ourselves against one another - or how encouragers can pit us against/compare us to each other. But that’s for another day.
I just… I’ve always wanted to be fat. Ever since I was a kid. As FAT as I could be. But I don’t want to add pressure to myself when there’s so much else I’m working through and healing from, so… I’m just gonna enjoy the journey. I’ve come out to almost everyone in my life about being a gainer, furry, and being non-binary, and holy fuck. Coming out as a gainer was so positively received, and my friends often gift me food and snacks now. I feel so loved, genuinely, and am so happy that it was a positive experience. I feel like I can truly live authentically as a gainer, without hiding things, and it is so so so freeing.
All this rambling to say - I’m going to do my best to be more active on here again (and not let my messages sit for months at a time 🙈🫠😅), but it’s still going to be on my terms as I focus a bit more on myself and the things I need to work through. I cannot thank all of you enough for your support and love through all of the ups and downs, and even when I’m away I think of y’all and know I’m loved. From the bottom of my skunky lil’ heart…
Thank you. 💖
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TSB plays Pokemon Legends Arceus Part 21
Oh.
Why is she so LONG?
OKAY SORRY SORRY, I DIDNT MEAN TO CALL YOU LONG.
Ingo that is not a pokemon. That is a whole WOMAN. You’re out here hanging out with a WHOLE woman
I mean yeah, but I’m afraid she’s gonna bully me if I play wrong. It’s been a while since I played Recorder, so uh. Lemme just brace myself for the roasting I’m gonna get from a LONG WEASEL.
She looks like uses Victoria Secret Body spray and then she fucks my boyfriend, Ingo I am intimidated and frightened of this woman.
What? WHAT? No Ingo, please don’t leave me alone with my highschool bully in FURRY FORM. I was having such a good time with you.
I just feel really and safe and happy here because for once you’re not some maniac trying to make me do this crazy stuff, you’re just as lost and confused as I am and it’s so comforting to see a friendly face albiet a rather vacant and confused one-I’m sorry you want me to do what with Sneasler?
oohhhhh......
OH MY GOD DID YOU DEMON SLAYER ME? DID YOU SHOVE ME IN A LITTLE BASKET? AM I LUGGAGE?
AM I THE CHIHAUHA IN YOUR PRADA BAG?
Melli. Stunktank.-sTUNTANK?
OOOHHH STINKY SKUNKY SKUNK!!! I love Stunktank. I used to have one back in modern Sinnoh. His name is Atari and he love mushroom snacc. Melli, can I please please pet your Stunktank, I wanna touch the softest of soft critters.
Oh well, thank you. Actually I’m touched that you had a change of heart even if it was mid way. I honestly think we could potientally be friends, not just cause I want your hair care tips cause that’s some SILKY LOCKS you have
Okay You might be my NEW favorite bitch in all of this. You’re actually growing and maturing as a person and character. You know, you should swing by the modern era Galar and I’ll introduce you to another favorite bitch of mine named Avery, They’re also REALLY TALL with a goofy hat. I think you’ll get along.
AH SO YOU’RE BEING STUPID AGAIN. that’s alright, Nobody ever say I never did anything for anyone. This shall be an EDUCATIONAL ass beating.
COME AT ME , YOU LITTLE FART MACHINE, I HAVE THE POWER OF ARCEUS AND ANIME ON MY SIDE.
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Quick story of my Michael Afton design
His first ver (wich was a base for all the other ones) was PURLEY based on the fnaf 4 sprite beacuae,,, It's the only Mike design I like besides that pizza sim bear- LIKE SORRY ALIVE MIKE IN SISTER LOCATION IS UGLY AS FUCK and overall I had idea to make him based of Foxy in many regards (such as with thos darn ahoges to represent Foxy's hair spikes). Also here comes the worst part of Mike design that I can never get rid of beacuse I'm wayyyy to attached to it- fleshtooth. I know it's awful you know it's awful I love it
Then I started to doodle him again and then his iconic emo bangs apeared and let's just say,,, these were here for a stay
Then I drew first real art of him and that solidifed the basic purple mike design I would draw the most. It would change slightly later but these changes were mostly based on giving him cooler clothes
Important thing to note on these designs: rather reddish toned hair, those boots (also purple lace if you know lace code you get it) also those fish net stockings. There's no real drawings of teen Michael Afton in this era but I have this gacha model (I'm not doing gacha videos I just liked making characters for fun. I like dress up games ok-) wich tells us a lot we need to know
There's not much imporant things to note here beside black shirt and grey hoodie onstead of gray shirt. This decision was made beacuse I think black shirt suits his edgy teen vibe more and I added the optional grey hoodie to recompensate that. There was also sims 4 model but It was horroble and I don't feel like looking for it. Onky thing notable there were ever redder hair and fishnets making a comeback
Then my fnaf hiperfix ended for around half a year and I came back with this design (also here's still unshaded fullbody in new style)
Notable things with Zombie Mike: No more ahoge, I finally deleted it since drawing it was a pain and it did nothing do enhance the design. he looses a piece of cheek, overall I want to make Zombie Mike look more destroyed. Still tho I want to keeo the general "funky purple monster high oc" vibe since that suits style I draw in more and I enjoy drawing stuff like this more. I litearlly make animatronics into funky furries with bows leave me alone.
Things to note on teen Mike design: Ahoge is also gone, but fishnets make a comeback, same with purple lace comebat boots. He also gets long hair like REALLY long hair. At first I wanted to play around with somehow keeping these bangs but also giving him mullet. However I have no idea how but he ended up long haired but I liked it he looked cute so I kept it.
Final thoughts and bonus funfacts
I totally went with count the ways millie aproach didn't I- But um yeah my Mike doesn't look like this punkish 80's bully boy but like 2000's emo fem but that's okay since that's the aesthetic I prefer anyway 💖 My Mike wasn't meant to be realistic he was meant to be cute and fun to draw ok-
Now funfacts
-Those weird side bangs he has were meant to be a reference to side burns I saw people draw him. But his eyes were too big to make side burns visible so side bangs it is
-He had snake bite pirercing in the first design but I deleted it. Bonnie Bully got it instead to recompansate
-Also Freddy bully gets more of an 80's edgy bully archetype look to recompensate for Mike going the emo way
-His red hair apeared beacuse on his fnaf 4 model I always saw his hair as reddish so I decided to make it evenr redder. It's obviously dyed
-Where it comes to his face he actually looks mostly like his mom, and only has William's eyes. I know this is totally not canon but I just like the irony that feom all things he could have inherited from William, it was his fuckin eyes you know THE WINDOWS OF A SOUL.
-He also gets William's body feutures tho. The only major differecence is shoulders aren't as wide
-His mom was Filipina so he's mixed
-I want him to get a buzz cut and dyed blonde hair during his Mike Schmidt era. I'm yet to design that
-his Foxy mask has a tounge stuck out beacuse of that fnaf 4 foxy teaser
-That light blue tongue while he's purple thing is beacuse I was stupid and while making the first doodle of his design, I acidentaly covered his tounge color with his eye white color
-He propably would wear those fuckin combat boots at the beach. Before you claim me insane to sugest anyone would do that- I litearlly went to beach with someone who wore combat boots there.
-He ripped holes in his jeans himself
-He's so skinny you propabky could count his ribs </3 He's eating alright he's just build this way
-He's tall as fuck
#fnaf 4#fnaf 3#fnaf 2#fnaf#five nights at freddys#fnaf 5#fnaf 6#fnaf sister location#fnaf pizza sim#fnaf pizzeria simulator#fnaf security breach#michael afton#mike afton
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so just through the end of act 3 and some way into the intermission thing
I still don't understand what the fuck is going on with the future thing with the desert-y type mail lady and the assault rifle dude and the Mayor of Beans and how that interfaces with the kids in the "present". And it's been weird because my brain places it as a reference to Journey, which didn't release on ps3 till like 2 or 3 years later than this? It happens, there's that shael riley and the double ice backfire song that nominally predicts the underlying idea of like, Ingress and then pokemon go by a few years.
idk. It's deliberately obtuse and it feels kind of good to understand the little things that do filter through to me, a lot of it is just seeing NONSENSE WORDS that are CAPITALISED and glossing right over them. Every joke is still every joke from Kingdom of Loathing. The feel is tangibly, palpably le epic bacon era, with all the ~isms very much intact.
What I enjoyed from this chunk of reading was the inkling of John having a character arc, and taking a couple of steps towards resolving it.
As it is, the 4 main (?) protagonists have largely been used as vehicles for references and jokes (oh hey this girl who lives on the JURASSIC PARK island with her HUNTER FROM JUMANJI [1995] Grandpa (a ghost? I already can't remember) is a FURRY, has (mental health conditions outlined in the then-contemporary DSM-4) etc etc so it was nice to see some movement at the station regarding his feelings around his relationship with his dad.
Also I don't know how I feel about this intermission thing. I already have to try and remember so much half-explained stuff to keep up to date with the main story and now you're dropping all this shit on me about following past trails and future trails? We can't jump to hearts McGee or we try to jump to spades in the shades but can't and we have to actually go back to seal clubber lang? Who the fuck is who? What the fuck is going on? Are they trying to kill the Lord English guy or destroy all the clocks or steal something in a vault?
If there's not a "catch-up" thing for the main story at the end of this I'm going to have to read back through the last couple of acts again just to fucking remind myself about what the fuck was going on. I also might go back to act 1 at some point and go back over it now that I grasp what a "captchalogue" is and why it's called that and who the other kids are etc etc.
I only have so many braincells left at my advanced age and I don't know how beneficial it is to have so many of them filled with the phrase "I FUCKEN WARNED YOU ABOUT THOSE STAIRS, BRO"
Still confused about where the grey body paint cosplay comes into all of this.
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Acuteagawa Crack Part 3: Diablo Edition
with @mushroomplantasia
warning: dumb shit, sexual references
remember to reblog if you like bc acuteagawa lowkey be in its flop era 😔🥀🔪⛓
life is normal again. You work at the ada with your pals and no longer work for the port mafia
then some random white man walks into ada and all ada members collectively go, "ew a white man"
"hello everyone. I'm fitzgerald", the white man says
"and i fitz-don't care", fukuzawa says
"you so mean to me i cri", fitzgerald says, crying like a sim
"didn't i kill you", acuteagwa , climbing in through the window like flynn rider
"bro why you even here man", atsooshi says, jealously
"jealousy jealousyyyy yeah all your friends are so cool, you go out every night In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're living the life got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend, too I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you", acuteagawa sings, doing an entire dance sequence
"moving on", dazei says, tucking his hair in like debby ryan
for plot convenience the day is now over.
you're walking home to yo House. Then you think of furry atsooshi and if he's being a furry right now then you giggle
"atsooshi's so quirky", y/n smirks
then a man with a grocery bag over his head and holes cut out for the eyes holds a gun to your head and says
"i ain't going down without a fight", he says in a country accent
"oh my gawd who is you", you squeal like a seal
then someone else from the back hits in you in the head with a taco bell taco
then you fall unconscious and fall down like this
y/n then wakes up in a hotel room tied to a chair
then they rub their head (if they tied up how they rub their head ?) and say "dang dis some kinky shite"
bag man goes "i ain't going down without a fight"
then taco bell hits bag man with taco bell "you already said that you fool"
then they all sit in silence for 5 hours.
"are we supposed to do something?" says bag man
"i think we should fuckkk" you say "im already tied up it makes me hornay"
*insert cricket noise*
"so why don't we get to know each other ?" says taco bell
"okay then what is your mbti" says y/n
"i am an istj" taco bell says
"im an a istg" says bag man
"oh my god you bafoon thats not a thing you dingleberry" says taco bell hitting bag man with taco
all of a sudden acuteagawa breaks through the window and somehow there's music playing.
"AKUTAGAWA, AKUTAGAWA! UNFRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD AKUTAGAWWWWWWAAAAAA"
(spiderman theme if yo dumb)
"omg its akutagawa!!!" y/n exclaims.
bag man gets up and pulls out a gun and points it towards acuteagawa
"i ain't going down without a fight."
"wait..that wasn't part of the script" taco bell whispers to bag man.
"oh no acuteagawa ! im so scared i'll conveniently die" they said in unison and then fall on the floor.
y/n's eyes sparkle
"i love you acuteagawa." y/n says, making kissy face.
"come back to port mafia"
"okay then!"
meanwhile in pm
Chuuya looks in the mirror, in his hand is a speech for dazei.
"you should practise before you meet dazei." says kouyou
"you is right, i will" he takes a deep breath and starts…..
"FOOL ME ONE TIME, SHAME ON YOU! FOOL ME TWICE CAN'T BUT THE BLAME ON YOU! FOOL ME THREE TIMES, FUCK THE PEACE SIGN… LOAD THE CHOPPER GON PUT THE RAIN ON YOU-"
"isnt that the lyrics to your fav rap song?"
"...no."
THE END…for now
👆bag man be like "i ain't going down without a fight" in dat picture
#akutagawa x reader#akutagawa hcs#akutagawa hc#akutagawa headcanon#akutagawa headcanons#bsd crack#bungou stray dogs#akutagawa#bsd x reader#tachihara x reader#atsushi#higuchi#soukoku#bsd manga#dazai x reader#atsushi x reader#chuuya x reader#chuuya nakahara
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Revi-Revi-Revi! Revi-Revi-Revi! Revi-i-ve Shi-ppu! Shippu~!
Yeah I know that's pretty obvious, but hey! Revice Ep. 15 is out! I'm gonna get all the obvious jokes I can out before things go horribly, horribly, horribly wrong!
Spoilers, I guess...
-OH, I SEE. She's the only sacrifice while the rest of you chumps get to rule over everyone else with Gifu. ...y'know, maybe you should've kept this under wraps, just saying. You guys are dumb cult leaders.
-Kick his ass, Julio!
-"Atemi!"
-Oh yay, it's Christmas~!
-OH FUCK IT'S CHRISTMAS-
-Okay, everybody, remain calm! As long as we don't progress anything, we should all get out of this alive!
-Where's my Christmas Ducky, Ikki-nii? :c
-It's Christmas, Sakura! You need to relax a little bit, homegirl.
-Remember the series's first ever Christmas special back in 1971 where Colonel Zol accidentally stole a doll from an orphan and decided to kill her because she was a witness to his plan to use a virus to turn everybody in the world into furries? Remember when that was the episode where Hayato punched him off a cliff and he fucking exploded? Death and Christmas really do go hand in hand with this franchise.
-Does Santa taste like eggnog, milk and cookies, peppermint, and fruit cake? Probably.
-Why would you subject yourself to that, Papa!? Do you know what allergy season is like!?
-Oh right, the Gifu stamp. They kinda need that thing, don't they?
-Soooo, George, did Chameleon Guy not see you put that big-ass piece of moldy cheese on it or what?
-Sakura, no. That's a terrible idea.
-Ah yes, the famous Vice swing I've been seeing last week. I wanted to wait to see what that was about, but that is the least unusual thing about this scene.
-There has to be a better way to call in Kagero than just kicking him out. ...or kicking him in, I guess? I'm no expert on demons or dissociative disorders, but I don't think this'd help endear him or Daiji to your plans.
-Oh, never mind, he just... really likes super spicy curry, I guess.
-Oh hai Daiji, welcome back! ...
-We're eating yakiniku tonight~! That's a favorite dish of Tsunagizu lead singer Taro Sato, you know!
-Nya~!
-OH boy, time for the Giftex to make me feel gross again~!
-Oh wow, that pulsating mass has some... distressingly familiar colors, I see. That cross of fire we carry burns real hot this season.
-Do you have to be so unbelievably creepy, dude?
-Man, fuck Gifu! All my homies hate Gifu!
-Don't give up in despair, Julio! What the hell, man? You gotta keep going, they're only four guys!
-Their freaky cult hideout is called Club Freedom are you shitting me
-Gracias, Deadmans!
-Oh boy, this is gonna go completely fine with no issues whatsoever!
-Oh that's a thicc evil shadow arm!
-Stop being impressed George, this place is fucked up!
-HOOHOOHOOOOOO IS IT ALMOST CLUB FIGHT TIME!?
-Reject Gifu. Embrace Lovekov.
-OH FUCK CHAMELEON GUY CAN COPY RIDER FORMS
-...at least Vice's.
-Is this like the Showa era's disguised Rider monsters like Coelocanth Kid or Chameleon Phantom? ...what am I saying, of course it is! But is this like a Verde thing too? Because that'd be very cool if it was both.
-Okay, that was funny. Well played, Kinoshita.
-OHHHHHHH THAT LOOKED PAINFUL OW MY BACK HURTS
-LET'S GOOOO HIROMICCHI
-YESSSSSSSS! KIIIIIIIIIILL!
-Best said in a Steve Harvey voice, of course.
-LET'S FREAKING GO ALL OUT!
-You're gonna carry that weight.
-So, has Jeanne been kicking the shit out of Amahiko this whole time? Because if so I'm very disappointed I didn't get to watch it.
-Sorry Sakura, your English isn't nearly as glorious as Kari-san's yet, but you can get there!
-Sooooooo, Aguilera-sama, did you not know how the Libera Driver worked when you stole it and gave it to Sakura?
-Turtle power! Bazooka-Turtle power, that is! I can't wait to see when Sakura triggers a nuclear explosion, because to be extremely honest, she deserves to for no good reason other than I say so.
-...OH FUCK HE SEES IT
-Oooooh, what's this background track? It sounds great!
-Get fucked, Squid Boy!
-OH NO HIROMI WHAT'S WRONG BRO
-Very rude of my internet to cut out on my while I was getting to the good part, smh
-Double the Arachnid, Double the Venom!
-Just siblings being siblings and also Vice is there :)
-Oh fuck, they're gone. That could happen to someone innocent turning into a Giftex. At least Creepy Counselor Man Amahiko and Sad Sack Lawyer Guy Kudou are dead now.
-Ohhhhhh fuck, they're in there now.
-Oh, George, you are way too happy about that, you need to like... not.
-Wow! Goddamn...
-Ever the good guy, aren'tcha Ikki-nii?
-Yep, guess it's just... up there now.
-HIS FIRST INSTINCT IS JUST TO SUMMON ALL OF HIS DINOSAUR FRIENDS FOR AN ALL OUT ATTACK
-Yeah, that was pretty incredible.
-Ah, neat, Julio's somehow still alive after all that. Nice.
-Ohhhh no, we're only 15 episodes into the season, we're all gonna die soon.
-Fuck the Deadmans, I'm probably gonna spell his name as Jifu as a sign of disrespect.
#kamen rider revice#revive the vice: imprinted like stamps and fossils#kamen rider#revice spoilers#tsuki talks
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Angel (one shot)
Harry Potter Marauders Era
Request helloooo can i ask for like a quick regulus x reader oneshot where the reader sings and regulus hears her voice and basically falls in love with it but he didnt see her face so he just comes back everyday to the same place in the hope of listening to her singing and seeing her face this time? this sounds specific i know but i feel like some soft reggie is all i need now 😭
Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader
Rating: M- mention of self harm
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Suffocating… that was the best word that Regulus could use to describe his life. After joining up with the death eaters at the lovely age of 16, Regulus had quickly grown to regret his decision. Anytime that the dark mark began to burn in the slightest, Regulus found himself dying for an excuse not to go. There was, however, not one...at least nothing in Lord Voldemort’s eyes that would be “good enough.”
On the outside, Regulus had to keep his smooth and reserved demeanor. It didn’t matter on the inside how much he was screaming. No one cared. The people that did know what he was doing continued to go on and on about how he was doing “the right thing, the noble thing.”
It was 7:00pm and Regulus found himself running down a quiet hallway. He had to get out of the Slytherin common room. He had to get away from Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr. They had been so gleeful over a muggle that had been murdered the night before. Neither seemed to care about this person nor the family that they left behind. Regulus, when the deed was taking place, didn’t care. He stood stony faced as the man begged for his life. The moment Voldemort uttered his “favorite” spell, Regulus had to swallow back the feeling of nausea as he watched the light leave the man’s eyes.
Regulus had done well not thinking about the “deed” all day. It wasn’t until he returned to the common room and overheard Evan’s conversation did Regulus find himself regretting the day that he was born.
No one asked a question when Regulus walked out of the common room. Why would they? People would be dumb to question Regulus on something. People knew not to question Regulus on his doing unless they wanted to be jumped.
Regulus stopped the moment that his hands hit the balcony. Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes mentally begging for the memory to leave his mind.
Just stop...I fucking hate this!
Regulus thought miserably. He was half tempted to throw himself off of the balcony. It looked like a good distance and if he was lucky wouldn’t survive the fall. Death would be better than living the way that he was at the moment!
The brooding stopped the moment that a soft voice caught Regulus’ attention. He knew a lot of the “choir kids” would come up to this particular area of the castle to practice at points. Before today, however, Regulus had never paid any of them any attention. Today, it was different. This voice was soft, gentle...everything that Regulus needed.
Right away he recognized the French folk song that he had heard numerous times as a child. Leaning his head back against the stone wall, all of the anxiety and tension slowly left. Regulus took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. They were no longer shaking.
I should leave...but I don’t want to. She, whomever she is, has to have the most beautiful voice. She sounds like an angel.
Regulus thought with a tiny smile. Although he had no belief in heaven, hell, angels, or demons hearing this voice had to be what an angel would sound like if there were one. This soft voice was everything that Regulus needed to hear when he needed to be told “that everything would be alright.”
Over the following days, Regulus found himself in the same place at the same time. It didn’t matter what kind of hell that he had going on. The moment that soft voice would sing all of the bad would vanish. Even if it was just one song, Regulus was feeling a million times better when he had to return to the Slytherin common room.
The question plaguing Regulus’ mind now was who did the voice belong to? He had been trying to put an angelic voice with a face nonstop and was coming up with nothing. None of the girls in Slytherin house fit the idea that Regulus had in his mind.
I have to find out.
He muttered as the signing stopped. Standing up, he quickly walked into the room not having any idea what he was about to say. Regulus knew that whatever girl this was would probably think that he was a creep for spying on her night after night. What kind of girl would want that?
“I know you’re there.”
The singing had stopped and was replaced with a soft comment on Regulus’ appearance. Regulus turned around to see Y/n Lupin sitting by the window. You were the girl...the voice...it all fit! Regulus blinked a few times as he took everything in. Of course, it was you. It all made sense.
“Um...hi.”
Regulus muttered. He wasn’t for sure if he had ever spoken to you before. The two of you were in the same year but your paths didn’t cross much. You were in Hufflepuff and often kept to your little group of friends or with your older brother.
You, meanwhile, smiled noticing Regulus’ awkward silence.
“You’ve been up here the past few nights.”
You commented. Regulus’ face blushed as you patted the seat beside you. Regulus slowly sat down and kept his eyes straight ahead.
He had to be a blithering idiot. There would be no way in hell that anything between the two of you would ever work. You were Remus Lupin’s sister. Regulus didn’t foresee Remus being too onboard with his sister dating a Slytherin (even if Slytherins and Hufflepuffs made great matches).
“You were upset that first night. Are you better now?”
You asked. You knew the question was probably intrusive but it came out before you really thought better of it. That night, a few nights ago, you had been up doing what relaxed you the most...singing. When you heard the angry footsteps you considered stopping but thought about how your singing seemed to comfort your own brother when he was upset. Maybe this person needed a little comforting too (even if you didn’t know them).
When you realized that it was Regulus Black the feeling of overwhelming sympathy washed over you. You didn’t know much about Regulus other than the fact that he was Sirius’ younger brother. Over the years that you were in school, you couldn’t help but notice how sad Regulus looked most of the time. You could see those sad dark eyes from your seat at the Hufflepuff table and wanted nothing more than to give him something to smile about. He reminded you of a puppy that had been kicked one too many times. If he was anything like Sirius then you knew that was exactly how Regulus was.
It was no secret that Walburga Black was cruel to her children. You knew first hand of the abuse. You had heard about it from Sirius himself. If that was what was plaguing Regulus’ mind every night that he came to the balcony, maybe you could give him something to feel better about?
“There really isn’t getting any better.”
Regulus commented as you scooted closer. You had a feelin what that vague comment was leading toward.
“About being a death eater?”
Regulus’ face went pale as he turned to look at you with wide eyes.
“How do you know? Did my brother tell you?”
You shook your head at the raised tone of his voice.
“Ssh now. We don’t need god and everyone to hear. I saw your arm doing potions one day.”
Regulus sneered in your direction. He didn’t know how to react. Maybe just be cold like normal? What the hell was he supposed to say?
“Let me guess, you are going to tell me that I am a horrible person and that I shouldn’t be doing what I’m doing...no matter if it's what my family expected of me.”
Your momentary silence was driving Regulus nutty. After a few moments, you finally spoke.
“No. I was actually going to say I can’t imagine what you are going through. Sometimes our families are our own worst enemies.”
Regulus sighed.
“You’ve got that right. Look, I wasn’t spying on you. I want to just throw that out there.”
You smiled.
“It's alright. Your aura doesn’t seem as tense after you’re here for a bit.”
It was Regulus’ turn to be silent. He was trying to decide if he wanted to give you a compliment. If he messed things up, there was a good chance that he would never hear your angelic voice again...and that wasn’t something that he wanted to risk losing.
“Your voice is nice….its soothing.”
“Thank you.”
You replied as Regulus turned back to face you. His face this time was different. He had gone from death eater to the sad puppy that needed love.
“That first night...I was actually considering pitching myself off of that balcony. Hearing you...that was the first time I heard the most beautiful voice. It was like gravity.”
You reached out and gently took your hand in his. Were you overstepping your boundaries with a boy that you knew nothing about and who in turn knew nothing about you? Possibly. Did you care? Not really.
“I’m glad that you didn’t do that. You know, believe it or not, I realize how hard things can be with family. My family isn't normal…”
“Your brother is a werewolf.”
Regulus commented and instantly regretted his choice of words when your face went pale.
“Not that it matters though. It's just who Remus is.”
Regulus quickly added, hoping to save what hope of a friendship that he had with you. You, to his relief, smiled.
“Yes, it is who he is. I feel no guilt in telling you this now. With his condition, I tend to be second in the family. My parents don’t mean to put me on the back burner but it happens. It's hard...so I know now you must feel. How did you figure it out, if you don’t mind me asking. He literally tells no one.”
Regulus shrugged.
“Just put the puzzle pieces together.”
You continued to rub slow circles over Regulus’ palm hoping to relax him further. This was the first time (other than James and Sirius) someone had figured out Remus “furry little problem.”
“You’re really intelligent and perceptive then. If you want...you know...we could do this every evening when you're free. We don’t have to tell anyone that we are meeting up. Sometimes it's nice just to have someone outside of your friend circles.”
Regulus looked up and was clearly surprised.
“You would want to see me again?”
You nodded.
“If you want to see me that is...no pressure.”
Regulus quickly nodded, cutting you off.
“I would love to see you again...maybe around 7 tomorrow?”
You gave his hand a squeeze.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
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Rarepair week, george&paul? Angst/comfort maybe? Let it be era? Hurt my soul :)
a/n: you’ve got it babe! i actually did some research for the flashback scene so it’s pretty accurate to reality, according to Ringo’s and some crew member's accounts.
Don’t Let Me Down
For as cold as it had been for the last month, the sun was shining high in the sky. A peculiar sight that brought a hint of warmth to Paul’s face but did not extend further than that. He could be in a summer's day desert and still feel the cold churn in his stomach. Looming tall and strong over him was the Abbey Road studio. The uncharacteristic beams of sunlight lit the many windows with a yellow glint. A million-eyed monster ready to tear him to shreds if he dared step closer. And he did dare. He peeled himself off his car and stiffened instantly. He’d been leaning against the passengers' door so long that when the wind hit his back it sent a shiver right through him. Or maybe it was solely his nerves. Either way, he didn’t plan to dwell on it.
A few Scruffs were waiting outside with paper coffee cups in hand and drink carriers stacked against the wall. So George was in. He had really come back. The cold churn rose to his chest. At this rate, he’d be a human popsicle by lunch.
There was a disjointed chorus of “Hi Paul” and “Good Morning” which he replied to with a courteous wave. He’d been largely turned off by the Apple Scruffs for some time now but there wasn’t really any malice. Having your house broken into was more than a bit off-putting, though. So he felt justified. George was the most tolerant of them, buying them coffees and breakfast foods every so often. They must have missed him while he was gone. Yeah. Surely they did. Because I did. Paul pushed the sentiment to the wayside. They still had an album to make. They still had songs to record and a documentary to be part of. He couldn’t let his emotions get the best of him again. That had only led to an explosion.
Preparing himself with a stiffened posture and pushed back shoulders, he walked into the studio with a smile. It was almost painful to keep up but the cameraman was already in his face and he refused to let on to his nerves. He needed some inkling of control here and there was so little of that to grab hold of these days.
When he walked into the recording room, he found people scattered across the room but he didn’t find John or Ringo. It was still early in the morning so it made sense but he was undoubtedly rattled by the realization, becoming more rattled when he noticed George looking at him. Paul didn’t dare meet his eyes, drifting down to his feet. He looked soft, despite his sharp features. Cozy in his furry boots and warm jumper. He missed looking at that face and touching that body and kissing those lips. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d been able to do any of that. Too long.
George gave a thin-lipped smile before turning to Billy Preston at the piano. Was that a good sign or was this small sign of grace feigned for the cameras?
Whatever it meant, it drove Paul mad. He didn’t think he deserved forgiveness but he sure as hell would take it. There was no helping the intrusive memories of the aftermath of George walking out. He had done it so nonchalantly that no one was sure he had actually left until they got to the recording room and found him and his guitar missing.
Something had shifted in the room as soon as the three remaining Beatles looked at each other. John was breathing heavily with an icy glare. There was a glint in his eye that screamed danger. It was focused on Paul. Picking up the bass with a death grip on the neck, Paul just stared John down. There was a mutual understanding in the moment. The rage in both of them was bubbling over more and more by the second.
John yanked his guitar from the rack and they both plugged into the amps. No one seemed to remember the camera crew was still around. They just turned to Ringo, who was already at his drums, drumsticks in one hand, rubbing his eyes with the other. He was pushing so hard it had to hurt. And that was it. John squared up to the mic and began to scream the lyrics to a song they'd already wrapped up but they all threw themselves into it without question. Screaming, banging, and heavy riffs filled the studio. Nothing made sense and every fiber of Paul’s being hurt so much that he didn’t care. He wasn’t alone in the feeling, at least. They all felt some level of hurt.
Ringo was even mad- at the situation or at George or at Paul, it didn’t matter. He banged and slammed away like never before. It sounded so wrong coming from him but at the moment it was the only right thing to do. They sounded perfectly horrible. There was a distinct addition to the vocals and Paul turned to find Yoko sitting on George’s little blue stool, wailing along with John’s screams. Yes. Perfectly horrible.
When the song was up the energy was still poisonous and thick in the air. They weren’t done, not by far. Paul stepped up to the mic and John did not move away. With little notion of what he was doing, he went at the lyrics of another song. The words spat from his tongue with vitriol and fire.
They all needed to scream. Ringo was at the mic at some point, coming up with random words on the spot. Really just to have something to yell about.
When they finished, panting out the last seething breaths, Paul felt empty.
“Way to fucking go,” John yelled, eyes fixed on Paul. “Way to go.” his voice was drastically quieter, more tired and sad and hoarse, eyes drifting to his feet.
Paul’s bass suddenly felt a thousand pound heavier, pulling the strap down against his shoulder painfully. Maybe it was more the weight of his mistakes than the bass. Everything felt painstaking and dreadful for the rest of the day. The anger was gone and the screaming was done. There was nothing else to keep his mind from wandering into a wall of depression.
In the present, sans John and Ringo, he shyly grabbed an acoustic guitar and went to sit in a corner. He worked on one of his own songs, quietly strumming and murmuring. He didn’t like it yet, keeping it to himself. The awkward air in the studio only exemplified his need for privacy. So he stayed tucked away, only speaking when spoken to, like a good little schoolboy. George had even come over to ask about the song but Paul told him it wasn’t right just yet. There was no way he was about to embarrass himself on top of all this.
He went back and forth for most of the day. Playing several takes of various songs before turning back to his own song. There was a part on one of the songs that Paul found needed a quieter guitar part. The thought of addressing this issue to George was met with resistance. Was he really ready to address him? The guitar part could be addressed later, maybe. He could suggest another take tomorrow. But the song. It just wouldn’t be right. And maybe no one would be willing to do another take later. That struck a nerve in Paul that rang louder than the rest of his rationale.
“Maybe,” Paul started, resolving to look directly at George for the first time since he walked in. “The guitar could be a bit quieter next take, y’know? Just sounds a bit heavy.” He tacked on quickly, glancing at Ringo, “The drums too.”
Ringo gave him a pained expression. Paul looked George dead on with a weak smile, though he could see John’s cautioning glare in his peripheral vision. George’s eyes were dark and apathetic. His jaw was set tight.
George Martin came over just when he was about to respond. Oblivious to the tension between them, he clapped a hand on John’s shoulder with a grin. “That was a great take, lads. Why don’t you take a lunch break with the film crew.”
“Wasn’t good enough for Paul,” George huffed, leaving first. “But what is?”
George Martin didn’t hear the remark and walked off to talk with Mal.
“You’re really going to cock it up already?”
“What!” Paul went quickly to his own defense. “It was a suggestion, is all. I’m not treating him with kid gloves just because we had a row.”
“A row? He left the bloody band.”
“Not being a prick for one day isn’t kid gloves,” Ringo suddenly chimed in.
Paul gaped. “Caring about the songs is being a prick now, is it?”
John huffed an indigent laugh. “You’re painfully stupid.” He left with Ringo in tow before Paul could ask for any clarification. Not that he was sure he wanted any.
Stunned by the attacks, he stared blankly at George’s guitar. He had absolutely none of his friends at his side. He had managed to push them all away when all he wanted, so desperately, was to bring them together. They were slipping through his fingers like grains of sand and all he could seem to do was open his hands to quicken the fall. He’d lose them forever. It was all his fault. How long would it take? When would they figure out he wasn’t worth the trouble?
He just wanted them to be alright. He wanted to go back to how they were and just tour a bit. Play on stage like they all used to love. The band couldn’t rip apart. It just couldn’t because Paul would tear apart with it. And yet here they all were, at wit's end with one another. The connecting link to this free fall was Paul, of course. He had made Ritch leave and then George. It was all too obvious that John wanted out - surely Paul’s fault as well.
He couldn’t imagine a world without Ringo, John, and George playing at his side. He didn’t want to. It was something new and terrifying that had no qualms with keeping him up at night, even when three glasses of scotch in. He couldn’t recall the last time he slept without drinking. Even still, nightmares filled his dreams and made sleeping seem worthless and just as tiresome as not sleeping at all. What a poor excuse of a man he was becoming.
With a tight chest and burning eyes, he got up. Thankfully, the film crew had truly gone to lunch. He was mostly alone with a few straggling technicians in the booth.
There was no way in hell he could go to lunch now. Not while it felt like the world was out to get him. Not while he felt on the verge of crying. Instead, he decided to go outside for a smoke. The cold winter wind cooled his hot skin. He fell against the wall with a thud and bit his lip. His eyes were pricked with tears but he wouldn’t let them fall. Not here. Not now.
Dragging a hand down his face, he dove into his pocket and pulled out a spliff he’d rolled that morning for this very reason. His hand was caught on his chin as he eyed the thing. A beacon of hope.
He wasted no more time in lighting it. The earthy taste coated his tongue and warmed his throat. He relaxed on the exhale and repeated the process until his mind was a little numb. The carefree smoke floated high above before disappearing into the brisk wind. It would be so much easier to disappear with it.
“Stay gone too long and they’ll think you quit too.”
Tension pulled at his neck and traveled down his body. With an involuntary jerk of his fingers, the spliff fell to the concrete. He didn’t look at the newcomer and didn’t need to. The calming drawl could only be from one person.
“So?”
Paul reluctantly turned his head to find George’s steady gaze on him. Words abandoned his brain. “So,” he asked stupidly.
George’s features suddenly dropped and Paul noticed there had been a hint of lightness seconds before. Great. Already cocking it up.
“Oh, fuck you, then.”
“George! No, no!” He jumped forward and grabbed George’s wrist. “Please, love.”
There was hesitation in George’s step. He shook Paul’s hand off but did not leave. “Do you even care? Care that I left.”
His brow furrowed and his mind swirled back to life. “Of course. We were all-”
“I didn’t ask about the others. Did you care?”
It seemed like such an absurd question. There was nothing to suggest he didn’t. He was downright miserable. Was that not plain to see? Something inside him made him want to switch back on the defense. Deflect and reject. But he couldn’t let himself slip anymore. Everything was on the line now. His entire relationship was up to bat. He’d just be honest. And honesty wasn’t all that hard when your heart wrenched at the thought of this charade continuing for another second.
“Yes! I cared. I thought you’d never come back and I was terrified.” He was desperately searching George’s face for any recognition of belief. “You didn’t answer my calls for weeks and I thought you wanted nothing to do with me. If you don’t I can't even blame you at this point. Just tell me what I did wrong.”
There was no hint of emotion from George. He had a corked brow that could mean anything. The time passing with no answer couldn’t be good. Maybe he wouldn’t answer at all and just leave Paul standing here like an idiot.
“You want to know what you did wrong?” A look of contempt screwed up George’s features. “I don’t even know where I’d start.”
A weight crushed every bone in Paul’s body. He deserved this. He deserved the heartache and pain. The more it hurt the better George might feel. He just had to hold his asinine tongue.
“You treat me like I couldn’t find writing talent if it bit me in the arse.” Paul tried to interrupt, despite himself, with an explanation. “Shut up and listen!” George moved closer, sizing Paul up. “When’s the last time you took any suggestion I’ve made seriously? You’ve been screaming from the damn rooftop about staying together and getting back to basics yet you sit in your little fucking corner like a punished child, ignoring us to work alone. What’s the point, then? Just to show how much of a pain you can be? You act like you don’t want me- any of us- near your songs and then boss us around on our own.”
George was pulling in unsteady breaths. He leaned forward slightly, really looking into Paul’s soul.
“You weren’t even the one to ask me back. Had Ritch do it for you, you coward.” George pushed him into the wall and Paul took it. “And you have the gall to ignore me! Even when I came to you like a stupid loyal puppy! That’s how you see me, isn’t it? Your little puppy that you get tired of when it makes too much noise. Well, fuck you and your damn songs. Fuck whatever you think you’re doing. You’re not keeping us together and you never could.”
Just punch me. The thought was screaming at the forefront and wouldn’t settle. Too angry with himself to stop, he yelled back, “Don’t you think I know? I see everyone slipping away and turning from me and all I can do is push you further! No matter what I try or how good I think I’m doing, you’ll just leave me out cold.” Caught up in it all, he shoved George back. “And you’re not a puppy! You’re my mate. You’re- I love you, alright.”
His voice cracked and, god, he was crying. He was actually crying and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“Really just didn’t think you’d come back if I asked. And if that makes me a coward then sure. That’s what I am. If being a coward is what I need to have you near, fine.”
A muscle in George’s jaw tightened. He was stiff and his eyes were damp. His voice was so soft when he said, “Why didn’t you look at me? When you walked in you wouldn’t even really look at me. And when I tried to talk you just buried your head in your notebook.” He laughed mirthlessly. “But as soon as you have an issue with a song you go in with those big eyes of yours and I don’t want to hate you. It’s not fair.”
“You’ve said it, y’know. I’m a right coward. Scared to lose you if I speak and losing you just as fast when I don’t. Shouldn’t have turned you away. I shouldn’t have ignored you. The song- the stupid song. Don’t know if I even cared about how loud your guitar was. I just wanted to look at you, I think.”
“Looking at me now, aren’t you?”
And he was. They had been staring relentlessly and it felt good, no matter how much yelling they’d done. He wiped harshly at his cheeks to clear them of tears. “I’m sorry for being a prick.”
“Aye. You should be.” The words might have hurt if the corners of his mouth didn’t twitch up. He rubbed Paul’s shoulders and arms. “Just talk to me, okay? I won’t disappear, I promise.”
His smile was sad but genuine. All Paul could ask for. He nodded but then realized he already missed the point. “Okay,” he voiced. “Talking. Always been my strong suit.”
George’s smile grew and he pulled Paul into a hug. He hugged back fiercely, balling his hands up in George’s jumper.
“I don’t deserve this.” The words weren’t meant to leave his mind but they seemed to come of their own accord.
George moved him back and Paul almost pulled them right back together. “What do you mean?”
Bringing a hand up to caress George’s cheek, he tilted his head. “I don’t deserve to have you. Don’t deserve to have this band. Wouldn’t you be better off without me? I’m just here to cock it all up.”
“You… really mean that, don’t you?” With a shaky breath, George brought him back into the hug and gently held Paul’s head to his shoulder, petting down his hair. “No matter what happens to the band, it’s not because you don't deserve to have it. It’d be because we all need space, alright?” He held Paul a little closer. “And you don’t get to decide if you deserve me. That’s my decision.”
Paul nestled into the crook of his neck, scared to ask but not willing to keep it back. “And you think I do?”
“No. No. I just fancy hugging people I hate.”
Paul smiled into his neck. “Arse.”
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X-Men Abridged: 1975
The X-Men, those super dramatic mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!
(X-Men 94 - 96) - by Chris Claremont, Len Wein and Dave Cockrum
You think I won’t automatically be able to include a powerful Storm-moment in every instalment? Watch me. Claremont is a much bigger Storm-fan than I am. (X-Men 96)
So, originally, the plan for the All-New X-Men would’ve been very different: the series would have remained Giant-Sized and it would’ve come out four times per year. This format would have allowed enough room to split focus between thirteen team-members. However, when the Krakoa-issue turned out to be crazily uncannily astonishingly popular, the series became a bi-monthly series. This necessitated some changes, especially in the roster.
Also, there’s this new writer? Chris Claremont? idk man, he seems a little dramatic
The first thing this new kid on the block does, is clean house: he jettisons almost all of the original X-Men, except for Cyclops. In a tear-filled goodbye, we finally get our first on-panel kiss between Jean and Scott. Fucking finally, only took you twelve years, but also: aw.
C’mon Scott, you can try long distance! Consider the benefits, like not having to look at your girlfriend dressing like a Hart-of-Dixie villain. (And don’t think you’re off the hook, Lorna. You look like a Christmas ornament) (X-Men 94)
Sunfire, surprising no-one, also leaves. (For real this time.) I’ve always wondered what the original plan for him would have been, but considering there are two other grumpy and angry rebels on the team (Thunderbird and Wolverine), I understand why Shiro would be a little redundant. It is a shame that it’s a POC that gets discarded, especially considering what happens later.
No time for absent souls, let’s get into the plot! Thunderbird desperately wants to prove himself, while Scott wants him to show some restraint. They butt heads and T-bird gets hurt during training. Despite his injury, he insisting he joins the team on their next mission! Because it’s the Avenging Ex-X-Man Beast who calls for aid.
I love that Beast brushes aside this almost entirely new team of X-Men just as easily as my aunt brushed aside the new boyfriend I brought home for Christmas. (X-Men 94)
As an aside, I’m assuming y’all know what happened to the Beast: in the Avengers, he experimented on himself and turned himself furry and blue. One of his most iconic moments! (And it didn’t even happen in an X-Men comic.)
Count Nefaria has once again allied himself with a team of silly super-villains and invaded the NORAD (North-American Air Command) in order to ransom the entire world with nuclear weapons. When the X-Men approach, Count Nefaria shoots them from the sky and we get one of the hallmarks of Claremont’s writing: the sometimes unnecessarily DRAMATIC CLIFFHANGER! Because the issue ends as the X-Men plummet to their FOR SURE INEVITABLE deaths…
Except, you know, Colossus doesn’t really do falling damage and Storm and Banshee can fly.
Look, realistically, all of them would’ve hit the ground somewhere around Kurt’s second sentence. (X-Men 95)
When everyone is safely down, Nightcrawler teleports inside the base and lets the rest of the X-Men in. Colossus gets to shine by protecting the rest of them from bullets, while Storm washes the hypnotized soldiers away with a quick flood. They fight the Ani-Men but the two X-Men who haven’t had the time to shine… are promptly knocked out.
“Gort wanted to take out that mutant, so Gort just threw the first thing Gort could find.”
“Which was?”
“Another mutant.” (X-Men 95)
Banshee and Thunderbird perform pretty poorly, while the other X-Men try and stop the Doomsday Clock that Nefaria started.
It’s a little confusing how the clock is stopped - somehow, all the fighting and ruckus in the base stopped the clock from going to zero, preventing the launching of the nukes? Seems like a design flaw, US government! Anyway, the Doomsday Clock is not the focus of this story, not really: this is a story about John Proudstar and his desperate need to prove himself. In order to stop Count Nefaria from escaping, the heretofore useless John jumps on his plane and begins tearing at it.
It’s a foolish plan. The plane ascends and begins to smoke while John keeps pulling off bits and pieces. Banshee gives chase, screaming at Thunderbird to get the fuck off that thing (laddie). But…
Just like John, Charles doesn’t recognize a hopeless situation when he’s right in the middle of it and is just as unwilling to let go. (X-Men 95)
Now, John Proudstar is not entirely unproblematic as a character. With Storm, they get things mostly right, especially considering what decade this was and how white Marvel was. Thunderbird, on the other hand, veers dangerously close to becoming a nasty indigenous stereotype, especially considering his outfit and attitude. Claremont will redeem himself in the future by writing much better characters that are Cheyenne and Apache - Forge, Mirage, Warpath - but as it stands now? John is barely a flat character and it’s a shame that, after writing out Sunfire, the first character to die is also a POC.
And yet, despite the fact that this storyline is Claremont’s first X-Men attempt, and despite the fact that it’s uneven, over-dramatic and has a silly villain, it still takes balls to kill a member of a barely established team. (Especially considering the time and age.) And, while the plotting is a bit thin, the moment where Xavier feels Thunderbird die is pretty effective.
The next story is a lot more typically Claremont, and a lot better. Back in Westchester, Emo!Scott, in all his failure-as-a-leader, someone-died-on-my-watch anguish, damages a cairn when he lets loose. Randomly, this is a capstone to some demonic dimension and Scotty accidentally unleashes a demon.
Can´t you imagine this scene being a lot funnier if the yellow panels are just Claremont shouting at Cyclops? Can’t you?! Can’t you?! (X-Men 96)
Meanwhile, Stephen Lang, an anti-mutant army-man, wants to kick off Project Armageddon, which builds on themes established by the Trasks. Michael Rossi, a colonel who gets imported from the Ms. Marvel-lines Claremont was working on before, wants to hear none of this, so Stephen has a little accident arranged.
Back in the mansion, a surprise new addition to the cast arrives!
Maybe housekeeper was one of the identities Moira X had tried out in a previous life, before quickly realizing that being a scientist would better suit her purposes. (X-Men 96)
Her welcome is rudely interrupted by the arrival of the demon!
More like Unholy Hannah, amirite? (X-Men 96)
Both Wolverine and Storm get their chance to shine, before Storm manages to restore the cairn and lock out the demon invasion. And this is where Claremont actually shines. He’s great at building concurrently running storylines, teasing future plots instead of making it a mishmash of X-Men being attacked by random villains. Furthermore, he actually uses action scenes to further the plot or give depth to his characters. Deftly, he introduces Wolverine’s berserker side and teases at Storm’s claustrophobia. Check it out:
Hey, James, I think your barbarian just unlocked the berserker rage feat. (X-Men 96)
Sure, Claremont sometimes makes the X-Men little more than a superhero soap opera, but he does it so well. We’re truly in a new era now. I can’t wait.
For Whom the Death Tolls: Thunderbird. One of the few X-Men for whom death is actually a sort of permanent state. Has he been spotted on Krakoa yet?
What could have been: Imagine X-Men if Sunfire or Thunderbird had taken the place of ‘angry loner’ on the team, instead of Wolverine. Also, I wonder why Claremont never bothered to connect the demons under the cairn to Limbo - the N’Garai are an entirely separate dimension. Maybe Westchester is just a hotbed of demonic activity.
What to read: None of it is truly pivotal, but X-Men 94 and 95 are hallmarks for the death of Thunderbird. X-Men 96 should be on your reading list if you’re a fan of Wolverine and Storm.
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Mystic Messenger Saeran’s AE Thoughts (.......And Prayers..) #Spoilerz
Hello, I just finished Saeran’s after ending and I have a lot of things to say and I am going to write it down while I'm still all keyed up about it.
First of all… Please DO NOT ask me how much money I spent to finish this as fast as I did…. I’m grown but my bank account is certainly going to have a good ole fashioned CHUCKLE at this….. It’s been a long quarantine I deserve a lil happiness as a treat methinks!
I have been playing this absolutely insane game since I think 2016? When I first started playing the deep routes had JUST come out I think? And I was just finishing up high school and am now a college grad...lmao
I’ve played all routes at least once except Jaehee but i’ve seen walkthroughs of her route (I’ve heard it makes you hate Jumin and he’s my favorite so um. hehe). V’s and Saeran’s routes I found to be so emotionally intense and just….a lot and I've been waiting a long ass god damn time for this after ending okay…. I would theorize and make up an ending in my head but i’m no writer so it was hard to figure out lol. I’m a Jumin stan mostly but I love everybody and yeah I should probably play that jumin dlc too but I need like a DAY to recover from Saeran’s AE. Enough about me HERE are my thoughts on it overall
Major Saeran AE Spoilers under da cut!
Can we please discuss V showing up to the C+R conference room with basically chloroform and made everybody Pass Out like??? I was alone in my room at like midnight just SCREAMING at my phone???? And the creepy ass CG ???? It’s like that gif of sarah paulson from ahs being like “I put arsenic in the wine….and the pasta”
Anyway I screamed at V a lot during this process!!
Loved RFA being sweet and kind to saeran (before V fucking drugged them…)
This is such common V behavior “I have to do it all myself...there’s no other way..” GIRL SHUT UPPP You do this every route....
SO many CG’s and I enjoy them a lot
Saeran’s sprite looks a little TOO crisp compared to everyone else but maybe its a glitch??? V next to him is in 480p while saeran is like 1080p
Hearing both Saeran and Saeyoung missing the other brother the whole time??? PAIN. All my homies know is PAIN
BOSS and his V for Vendetta ass guy fawkes mask??? I literally yelled “this game is TERRIBLE!!” several times at my phone
Their dad is so>??????? When he was sitting on the couch with saeyoung in that one CG while simultaneously telling him to kill himself?????????? Maybe chairman han is actually the best dad in this game somehow
When V and Rika were like we’re back together teehee teehee okay pack it up bonnie and clyde ..
When chairman han calls u and says hes jealous of u and saeran…..HUH????? I’m calling HR
When they go to the apartment and see boss and vanderwood and poor saeyoung is sitting there seeing his brother for the first time in years i wanted to D word sooooo bad like PAIN...PAIN….
Can we HAVE A DISCUSSION ABOUT JUMIN HAN BEING THE BEST CHARACTER IN THE GAME AND HE LOST EVERYTHING IN THIS AE……. he just took the blame and moved on jumin what the hell….. I love him so much r we serious? He watched his 2 closest friends betray him in the worst way and found out abt how Rika abused Saeyoung and Saeran???? I felt just AWFUL. Terrible ...Terrible….
Rika’s change in demeanor from Saeran's actual route is certainly a Choice. I find her much more bearable this time around and unfortunately i think I was too nice to her and ended up with a bad end LMFAO
I was happy to see Saeran stand up for himself and become stronger and confident. You go king!
The CG of Yoosung laying in Zen’s lap is everything to me…
HOWEVER YUP I sure did get a bad ending and I was so mad fdsafdskfdhsf ! (I would be happy to clarify how I got the good one the second time.) MAKE SURE To SAVE EARLY in days 2 and 3 bc the branches on day 4 is where the bad end will show up. For me it was the first day 4 chat and then a story mode titled “SAVIOR”.... If you see that RUN FOR THE HILLS!!
I was so mad! But I had saved in day 2 and replayed and MANAGED to get good end
I’m obsessed with everyone calling V and Rika “that psychotic couple” like…..its true its true…
No those two are so toxic… V’s route was torture watching them go on and on about the sun like yo can yall just call each other babe like normal people.
I respect straight people but not V and RIka that shit was just wrong… Straight marriage was a mistake
Oh lord i also FULLY Forgot Rika killed the twins’ mother…. Yeah that scene was um Certainly a lot but it needed to happen eventually
Like it’s good they know but damn that storyline is just so bleak
I think it was satisfying TO A DEGREE….To see Rika understand where she was wrong, why she was wrong, fess up and even APOLOGIZE! I was very surprised.
Saeran and Saeyoung are Certainly twins with the amount that those two self sacrifice in every route MY GOD…..
The scene with Jumin talking to his father and the other scene of him praying oh my god I cannot tell you how happy I was to see him begin to understand and address his own feelings in a route that was not his own. My main problem with Jumin’s route has always been the trapping MC in his penthouse aspect.. This way Jumin understands love and emotions without being overly possessive !!! YAY also loved seeing him be on good terms with his dad who was surprisingly profound
That last Story mode was Really a Lot…. and Strange things occurred which I will get into in just a minute
Jumin becoming a politician is so funny but ngl … i see it.
Yoosung going to france to study pastries ok king I see u! (it made more sense to me than the vet thing anyway)
Lastly Zen FURRY ERA
MY BEEF With the AE
I was happy with how they handled it for the most part. I think Cheritz heard our feedback about V’s after ending and was like okay….let’s try something different
HOWEVER
Saeran…. Sweet kind saeran… IS SO AFFECTIONATE HAHA….
He must have said I love you like 300 times…..very mushy gushy flowery language...and maybe that’s just his personality but for me it was like eating cake with buttercream cake. It means well, but god damn is it sugary and going to cause a stomach ache later.
He was just… SO MUCH! SO forward and ON all the time in his affections. I honestly felt kind of smothered and by day 3 and 4 I was sooooo over all the compliments… King you’ve come a very long way, but ur still putting MC on a pedestal and probably need to see a therapist.
Nextly….Rika and V….. Naw that knock out gas really ...that hurt lol. Coming from “I would do anything to protect RFA” V? Idk like…. EYE felt betrayed reading that. It was just hurtful. I can’t even imagine how the members would have felt as they were passing out. It was just so cruel. I suppose I understand why but like?? Just TERRIBLE
Them being in cahoots with the agency and the prime minister..HUH??? Also too much
V just felt so irresponsible like I do understand that he ended up in a weird web of secrets that’s hard to untangle but he’s so fucking stubborn he’s SO stubborn it makes me insane. Like sir… It seems like in other routes he wanted to try to protect Rika and the RFA.. But in this AE it seems more to me that he was like yeah i’m protecting Rika and That’s It… so fucking hurtful to me. Both of y’all apologize ESPECIALLY to the twins and Jumin..
The forgiveness thing…… Okay so I think some people will not like that Saeran decided to “forgive” the people who hurt him (Rika, V, Saejoong, his mother). I would point out that I actually think this was approached somewhat well. He says at one point that he doesn’t think they’re good or bad, just people. I think he sounded mature and like this was the way for him personally to accomplish his healing process. Would I have loved for Saeran to flip V and Rika off and kick Saejoong off a cliff? Yea I really would. But like…. If that’s what HE needs to do to heal then who am I to judge?
HOWEVER…. Everything Eye just said goes out the window when the scenes at the end with Saejoong come up… I was PERPLEXED. Like why did he HUG his deranged father who just kicked the shit out of him??? Also all the chat options that MC has with him r like blah blah you’re like this because no one loves you were so corny to me LMFAOOOO?
AND WHEN HE WAS IN THE ROOM LATER WITH SAERAN… i’m sorry but if that were me I would have called a nurse to deck his ass. Cool he turned himself in YOU SUCK SOOOO BAD AND I NEVER WANT YOU TO COME NEAR SAEYOUNG AND SAERAN AGAIN THANKS.
*scratches ass* I wish I got to see saeyoung and saeran finally sit down and have that first conversation after a long time and hug CG but the ending was fine I GUESS….. I dont care about ROMANCE I want those boys to be happy brothers together
Anyway that was really emotionally exhausting but I fr think I got it out of my system after literal years… And I can rest in peace knowing the choi twins are happy. THATS ALL I WANTED TO KNOW!!!!
#Saeran Choi#Saeran AE#Saeran after ending#Saeran AE spoilers#Mystic messenger#Mysme#Saeran after ending spoilers#mystic messenger spoilers
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Love Is The Biggest Spell : Chapter One
A/N: Chapter one is here. Two opposite worlds, two opposite lives what happens when fate brings them face to face again? Hope you like this chapter . Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.
Pairing : Warlock Tom Holland x half mortal reader
Summary : Witches are forbidden to fall in love with mortals. But what if your long lost love returns to you as a mortal, can you defy your heart? Any spell any magic seems useless in front of the magic of love. Let's join our lovers in their magical conquest beyond life and death as they fight for their love unravelling dark mysteries of the past along their way.
Warnings : language, adult humor.
"Good morning!" You greeted everyone cheerfully at the breakfast table as you pulled out a chair to sit for breakfast.
"Good Morning to you too Madeleine!'' you cooed to your pet cat who was hovering near your feet. You picked her up and placed her on your lap whilst brushing her soft black furry coat.
"Honey how are you feeling?" your mom asked.
"I'm good. Why do you ask?" You bite into your toast.
"Y/N how many times I have told you that whenever you have those nightmares you need to inform me?"
"Really?!" You glanced at your cousin bewildered.
"I had to." Erica shrugged.
"And thank you Erica for letting us know."
"Mom it's just a stupid nightmare!"
"Yeah which is not letting me sleep."
"I didn’t ask you to sleep with me."
"Y/N don’t talk to your sister like that. She is worried about you just like us moreover she is five months pregnant she needs rest too."
“Sorry” you mumbled.
"We are going to the church today to get Father Boris's blessing."
"Mom not again! Moreover I have to help aunt Rose at the coffee shop since Erica is taking a leave for the next four months.'' you whined.
"I think your aunt can handle it on her own for today."
"Yeah Y/N listen to your mother, Jane and I can manage it for one day." your aunt reassured you.
"Why do you and your aunt want to keep that coffee shop in the first place I don't understand. We literally own the Runeshire Daily and after you finish your degree course on journalism you are going to take my place as the chief editor." You father remarked.
"Dad, that is our family coffee shop which has been there for ages. And I love working there utilizing my free time. And after uncle Dan that is all aunt Rose has."
After breakfast as it was decided in the morning you were on your way to the church accompanied by your mother. The church was mostly empty as you both approached Father Boris.
"Good morning Father" you both greeted.
"Good morning. How are you Y/N?" He asked.
"I'm good Father." You gave a tight lipped smile.
"So again that horrible dream I suppose."
You looked down and nodded in reply.
"Father, why is this still happening to her?"
"Mrs Warren God works in his own mysterious ways, maybe he is trying to send a message and we are mere humans. How can we decipher what he has in his mind? Just have faith in him and everything will be fine."
He then turned to you. You lowered your head as he sprinkled some holy water on you and began reciting.
"O God, who for the salvation of mankind hast appointed water to be the foundation of the greatest mysteries, graciously hear our prayers and fill this element of water, which has in manifold ways been purified, with Thy power and blessing; so that this creature of Thine may be used in Thy mysteries and endowed with Thy divine grace to drive away devils and to cast out diseases; that whatever in the houses or possessions of Thy faithful shall be sprinkled by this water, may be freed from everything unclean or hurtful. Let no spirit of pestilence or baleful breath dwell therein. Let all the snares of the enemy who lieth in wait for us, be driven forth, and let everything that threatens the safety or peace of the dwellers therein be banished by the sprinkling of this water, so that the health which they seek by calling upon Thy holy Name may be guarded from all assaults."
After the rites were completed you and your mother lit some candles near the altar and prayed for a while. You turned to leave but stopped in your tracks when you noticed your mother not coming along.
"You aren't coming?"
"No I want to spend some more time here you go or else you will be late for your class."
"Okay then bye. See you in the evening" after you left the church your mother went up to Father Boris.
"Umm Father I wanted to talk to you about something else too."
"Please do not hesitate Mrs Warren" he reassured.
"I think it's time to give her this. So can you bless this too?" your mother held out a ring in her hand it was a metallic ring with intricate celtic patterns etched out on its surface.
"I understand what you are going through Mrs Warren. I have been seeing Y/N since her childhood and she is definitely a miracle child. But as her mother you have to stay strong, she will be needing her family's support to battle whatever is coming her way after she turns 25." He took the ring from her hand.
“I’ll have this purified and blessed. Don’t worry everybody here is God’s children he will surely look after her.”
You practically ran through your campus to reach your class. As you reached the hallway you stopped for a moment to catch your breath when across the hall you caught sight of the most hot and happening man in your life Cole Sprouse. You have known each other since childhood going to the same highschool and now the same university. In no time your relationship transitioned from best friends to lovers. You were the 'it' couple of your class. Strangely you both never actually said those three magical words to each other but everytime you look at that raven haired blue eyed boy your heart skipped a beat. Cole was chatting with some other guys and his face lit up when he noticed you. He waved at you as you jogged your way towards him and threw your arms around to hug him.
"Hey!"
"Hi babe." He pecked your lips.
"Hey you are late today!" Tony tapped your shoulder.
"Yeah sorry"
"C'mon hurry up or we will get late for the class. Let's go!" Jane came running across the hall.
After the class ended you were hanging out with your friends in the library. You were snuggled close to Cole as his hands lazily wrapped around your shoulder.
"So why didn't you come to the cafe today? It was quite a rush today." Jane asked.
"Don't ask.. Mom took me to the church to get blessed." you scoffed.
"Mrs Warren finally came to know about the carnal sins you two commit in your bedroom."
"Oh shut up!! It's nothing like that." You scorned.
"Then what is it?"
"Nothing it's just I get this stupid recurring nightmare once in a month where a group of men are chasing after me."
"Oooooh interesting, are you sure it's a nightmare not one of kinky sexual fantasies?" everyone laughed.
"Fuck off!! I'm not telling you anything." you grimaced.
"I'm joking.. I’m joking, come on now tell us."
"So these men are trying to kill me because I'm a witch. Then someone shot me at the back and there's blood everywhere. And I don't have any fucking clue to why I get this horrible dream."
"So do you know these men?"
"No, their faces were all blurry. But according to Father Boris and my mom believes it too that I'm having visions of my past life and that’s insane! right?"
"So you mean to say you were a witch in your past life that's awesome! Do you have a witch mark?" Jane joked
"Seriously? You deadpanned
"it's the 21st century, not the mediaeval era. All this witch, magic and past life are utter bullshit!"
"See men were and always will be a dick." you added.
"Ouch!" Cole pretended to be hurt.
"Sorry honey but that's sadly true." you pouted
"But you can't live without this dick can you?" you elbowed him hard giving him a playful glare.
"Oww!" he winced as you continued
"So as I was saying, men have always enjoyed superiority in the society and the time these witch trials began coincided with the time when women were finally finding their voice and demanded equal rights.
And it's clear as the daylight in those times a strong opinionated woman was always looked down upon as a threat to the society so what's better than tagging them as witches and slaughtering them to shut them up.'' you ranted.
"But there are reports of male witches being killed too." Tony pointed out.
"That's just to deceive people because the majority were women who have been killed."
"You are just getting emotional with this." Cole said.
"Your grandfather was a witch hunter right?"
"Yeah sure he was." Cole admitted rather proudly.
"And you are proud of that?"
"No not proud but kind of awesome too.
" He killed innocent women, how's that awesome?!" you both started arguing.
"How can you tell they were innocent? What I have heard is that they used to practise black magic to harm people."
"Those are just lame superstitions."
"You are forgetting that your grandfather was a part of that witch hunting group too."
"And I'm so ashamed of him. I wish he rots in hell."
"Okay that's enough of the discussion on witches and hunters. Can we focus on tomorrow's field trip to the mystical woods?!" Jane scowled.
"Oh yeah thanks for reminding me about that."
"Uggh! I hate historical field trips!" Cole groaned.
"It's part of our assignment on the research we are doing on the town's history."
"I regret taking history as my elective man!"
"Professor Brown will be so disappointed to hear this from his favourite student." Tony jokes. Cole rolled his eyes.
"I really like the mystical woods though." You said absentmindedly.
"What's so special about that place?"
"I don't know. I just feel a sort of connection with that place. That place just calms my mind."
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"Give this to her a month before she turns 25."
These particular words echoed in Martha's mind as she fiddled with the ring in her hand.
"Honey, do you know where my glasses are?" Your father asked your mother as he searched for his glasses. But she was engrossed in deep thought.
"Honey, is everything okay?" your mother was broken from her thoughts.
"Hmm yeah-yeah."
"What is that in your hand?"
"It's this" she showed him the ring.
"I think it's time to give her this as I was told to do so and maybe tell her the truth."
"Not again, we are not telling her anything."
"What if something bad happens to her Fred?"
"Martha you're just being paranoid."
"Oh am I Fred?! Because deep within your heart you also know that whatever is happening with her isn't just some petty nightmares." your mother snapped.
"They are petty nightmares!"
"Then why only on every full moon night does she have those dreams? And you know very well what happened on such a night 25 years ago in that forest."
"You are just worrying too much and she will be completely fine."
"I'm her mother Fred! And a mother has to worry when her daughter doesn't have any sensation to anything hot."
"She suffers from peripheral neuropathy and the doctor himself confirmed that to us."
"Oh for God's sake! Do you believe that? How much you try to ignore the fact but Y/N isn't a normal girl, maybe she isn't a complete human!" she muttered.
"What do you mean to say that Y/N, our daughter is…is a… Fred lowered his voice
witch?" He whispered.
"Honey why are you trying to unsee the uncanny resemblance Y/N shares with her. Those eyes, that exact same face… " your mother broke down as tears filled her eyes. Fred hugged her planting a kiss on her forehead and spoke calmly.
"Honey I know you are scared but nothing has happened all these years and I'm sure nothing bad will happen in the future just relax and let her also live her life peacefully."
"I'm home!" You chirped as you entered your house. Your parents quickly composed themselves, your mother wiped her tears.
"Oh you're finally back! I need to talk to you about something." your mother exclaimed.
"Me too! But me first" you said excitedly.
"Tomorrow as you know we are going to the mystical woods so can you please wake me up early in the morning."
"Mystical woods what for?!"
"Field trip I told you earlier."
"Oh! it must have slipped my mind."
"So what did you have to say to me?"
"Not say actually I wanted to give you something."
"Here." Your mother held the ring in front of you.
"What's this?"
"This will protect you from every danger I had it blessed by Father Boris. Whatever happens, never take this off."
"Mooom! Wasn't the blessing enough? You know very well that I don't believe in this nonsense stuff."
"Y/N this is the last time I'm asking something from you. Please honey can't you wear this for your mother's sake? So that she can be sure that you are safe wherever you are."
"Okay.. if this makes you stop worrying about me then I'm going to wear it." You slid the ring in your middle finger.
"See! now happy? How can I ever say no to my lovely mom anyways?" you hugged her tightly.
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“I’ll come back Tom. I promise no force of nature can keep us apart.”
"Brother you need to stop now and move on. She is not going to come back." Harry advised Tom. Tom was broken out from his thoughts who was staring at a framed photograph in his hand.
"No she has to, she promised me that she will come back." he said lowly.
"Brother it's been 25 years you have to understand she is gone forever, she is dead." Tom clenched his jaws.
"Moreover it was kind of her fault if she would have listened in the first place she needn't had to die such a gruesome death." Tom swiftly raised his hand, rage in his eyes and Harry was lifted in mid air by an invisible hand choking him around his neck.
"Choose your words wisely Harry!" Tom growled.
"Tom, even if you kill me, reality will never change those pesky humans killed her!" Harry choked. Tom let him down as Harry gasped for air.
"Why have you even come here, leave me alone!"
"I just came to inform you that father was looking for you."
"Why?"
"Don't know may be about you taking the place of the next High Priest of our coven."
"We are deeply honored to establish a relationship with your family Father Holland."
"It's my pleasure Lady Layman to make your eldest daughter a part of our family."
"Father, you were looking for me?" Tom interrupted their conversation.
"Yes Thomas come sit."
"Thomas as one of the finest students of the academy and the most eligible Warlock you know you are most likely going to be the next high priest of our coven after me. So your mother and I want you to get married to Lady Layman’s eldest daughter Zendaya."
"Father, what has me being the High Priest has to do with my marriage? And Z is a friend of mine. I can’t marry her."
"The coven needs a high priestess Thomas."
"Then you should start considering other warlocks like Harrison, I think he will be perfect. I don't think I can share my life with someone else in my life ever again."
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It was an early autumn morning and a frosty chill hung in the air. The sweet surrendering scent of the morning dew filled the forest with a scent that did not belong on earth. Autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor; each of them turning brittle brown; there was a sound like dried cereal being crunched underfoot, pushing their papery remains deep into the soft soil. The dark shadows of the voluminous trees and the surrounding bushes had become the backbone of the forest, standing as passive protectors of a peaceful place.
"This place spooks the hell out of me." Tony commented.
"Students, the tree you are looking at is where the witches were hanged to death during the witch trials back then." Professor Brown pointed towards a huge oak tree probably a few hundred years old with a huge canopy.
"We are going to spend an hour or two here so you all can explore and take pictures for your report. Stay close and don't go too deep inside the forest." Everyone scattered in different directions.
You were walking behind your group, your eyes went to an abandoned path trailing deep inside the forest. A strange attraction was born inside you. You felt as if the path was luring you towards it.
"Hey guys look at that road I think we should go there."
"And get lost or most probably killed by a wild animal." Jane snickered.
"Don't be a pussy nothing will happen, maybe we can get to know something more. C’mon guys it will be fun! You pouted with puppy eyes.
"Okay let's go." Everyone agreed.
You all took the abandoned road slowly walking deeper inside the forest. The forest was ancient. The trees are thick and old, roots that were twisted. It's canopy was so dense that you could only see the occasional streak of sunlight that rarely touched the forest floor.
"Well, well, well look what we have here a flock of sheep coming this way." Laura gave an evil smirk as she pointed others towards your group from a distance behind the trees.
"Guys call me whatever but I don't feel right here. This place is giving an eerie feeling let's go back." Tony cautioned, you all stopped for a moment to decide whether to go on further or not suddenly you heard a faint humming sound. A sweet feminine voice luring you towards itself. You didn't care to look back if others were following you as you walked forward following the direction of the voice.
"Guys can you hear this faint music coming from the distance?" You turned around to find no one. The place appeared familiar to you as it suddenly hit you that you have seen this place in your dreams. You decided to continue moving forward. The forest was so still you could only hear the tread of your feet and the cracking of twigs and leaves underfoot. A smell of timidness hovers in the air... no clue of what is ahead! You clutch your fists tightly, as you keep moving forward. The bushes and trees of low growth had disappeared, to make room for gigantic mahogany trees, century old cork trees, and the acajou, whose sombre branches formed a vaulted roof of green eighty feet above your head. The path had grown wider, and stretched, in a gentle incline, towards a hillock of moderate height, entirely free from trees. There in the middle of the clearing you saw a platform more like an altar just like we get to see in churches made of big rocks. A big flat piece of rock mounted on two other rocks which were mostly acting like pillars. You went near it to examine it carefully gently brushing your hand over the smooth surface whilst circling around it. It was quite old as moses covered the surface, ferns growing at the bottom of the rock pillars. You heard the rustling of leaves in the nearby bushes.
"Guys?? Are you there?" You looked around.
"It's not funny c'mon."
"Jane?!" You heard the cracking of leaves.
"Cole is that you?!"
"Scream as much as you want human no one is going to hear your cries." Laura gave out a sinister laugh and began chanting a spell.
You decided to go back and find your friends. You went to retrace the path you took to go back but suddenly out of nowhere a dense mist started to engulf the forest blocking everything from your sight. You were practically stuck in the middle of the forest lost with no way to go back. You took out your phone to open the GPS but to your dismay there was no network in that area.
"Fucking piece of shit!!" You cursed at your phone.
"Let's teach her a lesson shall we?" Remy suggested with a wicked smile.
"Guys I think we should stop here, that is enough for today. We should not harm innocent people." Jacob advised.
"No human is innocent, Jacob. Murdering is in their blood." Remy jibed.
He focused on the branch of the tree you were standing underneath. You were fidgeting with your phone when it slipped off your hands.
"Shitt!!"you moved forward and bent down to pick up your phone.
And just then the branch broke with a loud crack missing you by a hair. You jumped aside looking up the tree gasping in shock.
"What the hell! Really shouldn't have come here" you repented.
"Good incantation you dimwit" Angourie mocked.
"This wasn't to happen. How could it miss her?" he frowned.
"Because you didn't focus properly!"
"What are you all doing?" Tom suddenly appeared from nowhere.
"Nothing Tom." Jacob said.
"How many times do you need to be told that you should not use your powers to harass or create problems for others be it witches or humans?"
"We were just having a little fun, that's it." Remy reasoned.
"Throwing a branch of a tree on someone is fun to you?!" Tom snapped at him.
"These humans deserve this for what they have done to our kind!"
"You are not the one to decide who deserves what and that girl definitely didn't do anything wrong!"
"Yes Tom is right we can't judge someone for the wrongdoing of their ancestors." Zendaya also appeared at the scene.
"But she's trespassing our sacred place!"
"Enough! I don't want to hear anything, go back to the academy right now! I'll deal with you guys later" saying that Tom took off to your direction mumbling a spell to clear off the mist.
"When did you become such an empathetic witch, sister?" Angourie smirked.
"I don't have any choice, mother's instructions to try to get inside his heart and convince him for the marriage. Or else if it was me I would have levitated that girl in the air." Zendaya shrugged giving an evil grin.
Tom slowly walked towards you as you desperately tried to contact your friends.
"Are you lost love?" He said from behind. You jumped back in fright tripping on a rock and twisting your leg. You lost balance but before you could fall you felt two firm hands catching hold of your shoulders as you felt your back pressed against a broad chest. Your eyes were closed shut as you clutched onto your phone tightly, your breathing erratic.
"It's okay love I got you." You heard the person reassure you in his thick British accent. He steadied you on your feet letting go of your shoulders.
You slowly turned around to have a look at the person who saved you from falling down, and as soon as your face became visible to Tom his eyes went wide as a chill ran down his spine. He froze then there as he blurted out.
"Amber?!!"
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Linktober: Fall
Still a few days behind but I’m catching up! I’ll be up to date in no time!
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26749021/chapters/65731681
Summary: One of the Links is always changing, just like the leaves in fall.
Warnings: Swearing
Day 6: Fall
This forest was unlike anything the group had ever encountered before. Tall Aspen trees towered over them and created a mosaic of red, orange, and yellow up in the treetops, and a small stream trickled peacefully by small river rocks. The dirt ground beneath them was laden with hoof tracks and piles of leaves, with no indication that humans nor Hylians have ever stepped foot in this very forest. The place was wild, breathtaking, and absolutely beautiful in all its untamed might.
“It appears that we’re stuck in between eras.” The Hero of Time had concluded. The group discussion they had had a little while ago turned out to be inconclusive, with their best guess being a time between Twilight’s and Wild’s eras - but even that claim was a bit shaky.
Sky stepped forward and curiously looked at the trees around him. “ We haven’t seen any monsters here yet,” He turned back and regarded the other heroes with pinched brows, “ So do you guys think we’re in a time where Ganon doesn’t exist?”
“We very well could be.” Warriors chimed in.
The heroes had broken out into another murmured discussion about the matter, each one of them trying to figure out why exactly the Goddess would send them to a timeline with no destruction and no one to save. Among those several heroes was Four, eyes distant as his four personalities argued in his head.
C’mon, Blue, it’ll be fun!
Red, I’m not going to act like a five year - old and jump into a pile of leaves.
Awww, please? They’re so colorful and pretty and they make a cool crunch sound when you step on them! And this might be our only chance to relax and have some fun! Plus you heard Sky: there are no monsters here so we don’t have to worry about getting attacked or anything!
One, that’s not what Sky said; Sky said that we haven’t seen any monsters yet, meaning that there could very well be monsters, but just hidden. Two, how do you think the others would react? They’ll most likely treat us like little kids after, and I don’t want to be teased all the time like Wind.
But Vioooo, it’s just a little pile of leaves. Maybe everyone else will join when they see us jump in first! The corner of Four’s lips twitched.
Guys, Warriors is talking to us.
The Hero of the Four Sword was startled back into reality, and nearly shrunk under the captain’s expectant gaze. Struggling to find his voice, he stuttered out a quick, “ H - huh?”
“I asked you what you thought about the situation.” The Hero of Warriors frowned. Then with a placement of hands on hips and a raised brow, the man questioned, “ Were you even listening to a thing I’ve been saying?”
“Oh, um ...” The silence between them was palpable, and no matter how much of four’s personalities tried to rack their brains for the captain’s recent words, all they could think about was Red’s excitable personality bubbling to the surface. Green could feel himself quickly becoming suppressed under his red counterpart’s desire to let loose and have some fun, and he could feel his gaze flickering more and more to the piles of leaves rather than Warriors’s face. Three - quarters of him begged Red not to give in to his impulsivity, but they were fighting a losing battle, and Red was clearly the victor.
Four was pushing past Warriors before he even knew it.
Seven curious faces and an offended Warriors watched as their smallest hero leapt into the pile of foliage, giggling and smiling as colorful leaves fluttered around him like winter’s snow. His face was alight with newfound joy as he mindlessly tossed red, orange, and yellow leaves into the air, and for once, he felt like just another child enjoying a crisp autumn day. He idly wondered how long it had been since he was last able to be his exuberant self - to just abandon his duty as a knight and enjoy the small joys in life. He abruptly froze.
Red! What did you do? Everyone’s staring!
Oh my Goddesses, they’re never gonna let us live this down.
If we have to explain ourselves, you’re the one who’ll have to do it.
Red looked to the remaining heroes with tears in his eyes. Oh man, what’s he going to say?
He startled when a rush of blue and blonde jumped into the pile of leaves next to him.
“Woohoo!” Wind shouted when he popped his head out the pile, leaves and twigs tangled into his hair. He looked to the Hero of the Four Sword and beamed, “ That was really fun! Let’s do that again, Four!”
And the Hero of the Four Sword glowed, his red eyes bright with elation.
Not long after, Wild, Hyrule, and a newly - transformed Wolfie had joined in, each one of them caught in a fit of giggles and whoops as they hopped from leaf pile to leaf pile. It appeared that the heroes' concern about being dropped into an unfamiliar Hyrule had slowly dribbled away, giving way to amusement as they watched the five heroes let loose and enjoy themselves. With a warm smile, Time decided,
“I guess we’ll be staying here for the night.”
Dusk had quickly approached soon after, causing fading rays of sunlight to shine weakly through the trees. The Hero of Twilight and the Hero of the Four Sword walked purposefully through the forest, the former remaining in his Twili form as the two scoured the area for food.
The smaller of the two heroes took out his makeshift - shopping list Wild had given him, and scanned it over for the umpteenth time.
Well we have the mushrooms and apples the cook asked for, so we’re really just missing the honey.
We know, Vio. Can you just stop looking over that thing every five seconds? It’s starting to piss me off.
Wolfie questioningly looked back as he heard the paper crumple in the other’s hands, but Four simply ignored him.
Blue, it’s okay! I’m sure Vio’s doing his best! Plus it’s hard for us to remember things, right? So it’s okay for him to check back every once in a while.
Sure, but every five fucking seconds? None of us have memory issues that bad; Vio’s either messing with us or actually has amnesia like Wild.
Hey, look!
Red, Blue, and Vio all looked to where Green mentally motioned. There it was: their last ingredient was hanging on a high branch just above them, the bee’s nest swinging idly in the cool breeze.
“It’s really high up,” Twilight pursed his lips, his form now that of a Hylian’s. “ Maybe I can grab it with my Clawshot.” He was just about to search for his aforementioned tool when a sudden snort caught his attention.
“Really, Wolfboy? You need something like that to get a little bee’s nest? I can get that with my bow and arrow in one shot, no doubt.”
The Hero of Twilight looked over the other with obvious skepticism. “ Blue eyes, huh? So I guess Blue’s the one doing the talking.” Then with a taunting smirk, he asked, “ Hmph, up for a little challenge?”
Blue, just please say no.
“You bet your furry ass I am!”
Green mentally facepalmed.
“Then it’s settled,” Twilight said, taking out an orange Rupee and waving it around. “ First one to get the beehive gets 100 Rupees.”
100 Rupees? Blue gawked, that was going to be an easy win! With Vio’s precision and Green’s coordination, the four of them were guaranteed to win! Blue reached down to his bag to find his Bow, but paused when he felt that something was off. With a slow glance down, he was slightly horrified to find that his tunic was completely blue.
He quickly swivelled on his heels and frowned to see his three counterparts smiling right back at him. “Hey, seriously?! You guys are quitting on me just like that?!”
“Well you’re the one that wanted to challenge Twilight, not us.” Vio shrugged. “ So if you want to win, then do it fairly.”
“Yeah,” Red chimed in. “ I wanna see you win!”
Blue gritted his teeth. Really? His three other counterparts were bailing on him just because of something so stupid as playing fair? They were all part of the same person, for Hylia’s sake; using each one of their abilities was totally fair! He shrunk when he felt Twilight’s shadow looming over him.
“Well, Blue?” His eyes darted over to the Ordonian’s smirk. “ Is our competition still on? Or do you just wanna hand me my 100 Rupees now?”
There was a moment of hesitance from Four’s blue counterpart until he finally shouted back, “ You’re on, Furball!”
The two heroes each positioned themselves on either side of the tree, bows readily aimed at their unsuspecting prize. Blue did his best not to tremble under the pressure, but after taking a glance at the cool, calm, and collected Ordonian standing right across from him, he couldn’t help but feel his confidence wane like a dying fire.
“Ready ...” Green drawled from a distance, hand raised readily in the air.
Blue took a steadying breath. He could do this; just one little hit at the bee’s nest’s stem and those 100 Rupees were as good as his.
“Go!”
The call caused two arrows to fly simultaneously through the air like a quick gust of wind, both projectiles aimed at the same target. They both sliced through the air at an amazing speed but just as Blue had feared, Twilight’s arrow had reached the nest first, easily nicking the stem and sending the hive falling towards the ground.
But Blue wasn’t done yet. He may have lost the battle, but he’ll win the war.
Four’s blue counterpart broke into a sprint almost immediately after, arms strewn out in an attempt to catch the nest. He had successfully caught it when it was just a hair’s breadth away from hitting the ground, and he couldn’t help but cheer out in victory; but he had poorly miscalculated his win, because the next thing he knew, his degree of momentum had sent him tumbling towards the ground with a roll, and the steep decline of the hill only seemed to spur him on. He eventually ended up in a nearby stream not long after, with arms raised above his head in order to avoid the beehive from getting wet while the rest of him was currently drowning underwater. When he was finally able to gain his bearings, he sat up and looked to his three counterparts and the Ordonian looking back at him from the top of the hill, Vio and Twilight doing their best to hold in their laughter while Red and Green didn’t even bother.
Wild was cooking later that night, the smell of Glazed Mushrooms and Honeyed Apples wafting through the air in a tantalizing manner. Four sat blissfully next to the small campfire, and watched quietly as the group’s resident cook stirred the pot once again.
The Hero of Wilds pursed his lips as he said, “I honestly thought there would be more honey in that hive, but since we’re in a weird sorta Hyrule - limbo, I guess it would make sense if everything was a little bit off.”
Yes, Blue, it is weird that there wasn’t much honey in there.
Blue’s sudden flare of anger caused Four’s jaw to stiffen.
Y’know what, Vio? How about you go get the honey next time? I can sit there and supervise you while you do it and after you’re done drowning in a river, I can go over and laugh at you.
It’s your fault for challenging Twilight like that; you knew he would win.
Hey, doesn’t that smell like dad’s cooking?
The four of them sharpened their focus to the warm smell that was coming from the pot, and each one of them hummed in agreement.
Yeah, you’re kinda right, Red.
I wonder what he’s up to, him being the head knight and all.
Oooo, you think he’s drinking hot chocolate right now? I bet that vendor in Castletown is already selling some!
Idiot, he’s probably working his ass off protecting the castle! He doesn’t have time for stupid stuff like that!
“I miss him.”
Every personality within Four inwardly gasped at Green’s sudden words, and none of them missed the confused side - glance Wild gave them.
The cook’s brows pinched together as he said, “ You missing someone?”
“I, uh -” Green, who was now forcibly shoved to the front to deal with their situation, racked his brain for a way to explain himself; but when none came, he eventually settled on a wistful sigh and said, “ Yeah, I just miss my dad.”
“Oh yeah? What’s he up to now?”
“Well, he’s the head knight in my Hyrule, so he’s probably off protecting Zelda and stuff like that.” A nostalgic smile crossed his lips. “ When I was a little kid, my dad always used to make me fresh - cooked eggs and honeyed fruit for breakfast, and just before he headed out, he would always tell me how much he loved me even when I was a little brat, and I would always give him the biggest hug back. It’s been awhile since I’ve last seen him, but I know he misses me a lot, and he’s eagerly waiting for the day I come back home.” He nonchalantly shrugged. “ I guess you’re cooking just reminded me of him.”
Green sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. What was he thinking telling Wild of all people about his family?! He knew the Hero of Wilds’s was very sensitive about the matter, and for Green to just go on and practically brag about how his family was still alive and well? What an idiot!
But to Four’s pleasant surprise, the cook simply answered back with a longing smile. “ I got a few people I’ve been missing, too: my Zelda, Impa, Sidon - I know they’re all their wits end trying to figure out where the hell I went, so hopefully we’ll be able to stop by my Hyrule soon and I could explain to them what’s going on.” He propped a cheek on one of his hands and wondered aloud, “ I wonder if we could visit Sidon first. It’s been a while since I’ve last seen him and I did promise him that we’d go swimming at Palmorae Beach soon.”
Green smiled. At least they all had someone to go home to.
The full moon casted a beautiful light across their camp tonight, and the peaceful and quiet atmosphere seemed to compel the heroes into talking about their adventures again.
“Okay, but did you really fight the moon?”
“Perhaps, but that’s for me to know and for you to find out.”
“Jeeze, Old Man, you’re such a tease.”
The camp seemed alight with cheer and good banter, but one of the Links was quiet, plate in hand and eyes glued onto his shadow.
Warriors. Sleep. Snore.
Vio’s eyes lit up with mundane amusement. He had figured out what his shadow was trying to say: Warriors was caught snoring one night, and to be honest, it was pretty hilarious to watch in Shadow’s opinion.
Out of the four personalities that resided in Four’s body, Vio had become the best at deciphering what Shadow was trying to say, and that was pretty impressive considering the latter had to use some modified form of sign language so the four of them could actually see the signs he was trying to make. Having your shadow hold a hand in front of its own body did make it impossible to pull any kind of meaning from it, after all.
“Your shadow: it’s facing the wrong direction.”
Red, Blue, and Green all startled at the Hero of Time’s sudden observation, but Vio was good at keeping up appearances in tense situations. With a flash of disinterested violet eyes, he glanced to Time and explained in a hush voice, “ It’s a side effect of the Four Sword; the magic held by it seemed to change everything about us.”
The leader of the group regarded him for a few more tense seconds before tiredly sighing, “ Ah, the things you poor boys went through. If I could’ve prevented any of your adventures from ever happening, I would.” And with that being said, Time turned back to the rest of the Links, an amused smile on his lips as he watched their antics.
Hylia, Vio, you just saved all of our asses.
Yeah, did you see that scary look Time was giving us?! I almost couldn’t breathe for a second!
Do you think he’ll just let us live this down? Like do you think he’ll ever bring this up again?
Thank you. Vio.
Vio smiled at Shadow’s gratitude. He had saved all of his counterparts from a terrible interrogation and from a chance of being casted away from the group just because he was technically some derivative of a Dark Link.
A sigh blew through his nose.
Sure, Shadow may have been an enemy hellbent on killing every single one of Four’s personalities before but he had changed, coming to the realisation that Vaati’s wish to plunge all of Hyrule into darkness was beyond cruel, and he had taken to sacrificing himself all for the sake of making sure that Red, Blue, Green, and Vio were able to save the kingdom in time. Shadow was on their side - every one of Four’s counterparts were sure of it - but the rest of the Links wouldn’t understand.
But things change, just like the leaves in fall, and just like Four’s personalities.
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Putting Chicken Little in Mid instead of Shit is my hot take- a Disney animated tier list
Was talking about this shit with some mates and I had my laptop about with a blank page so why the FUCK not. It’s my blog, I make the fucking rules.
For the purpose of this tier list, Pixar does not exist. It’s fake news. Buzz Lightyear fucking who?
(see now I’ve gone after both dreamworks *and* Disney, you cant complain I’m biased)
First of all: the tier of things I haven’t seen and have no intention to do so. The absolutely fucking not tier.
A bunch of the old ones that no-one remembers are on here. Considering nobody talks about them, and they’re fucking Disney, how good could they possibly be? In addition to that, we have Frozen, something I considered watching at the time, and then it got huge, and I just got sick to death of fucking seeing it everywhere. It’s a universality poison, an oversaturation complex, and I absolutely have no interest in seeing us build a snowman. Can people please let this movie go already? (I think I’m very funny). Also, Dinosaur looks fucking awful (y’all know Land Before Time already existed right), and the trailers for Ralph Breaks the Internet did too. Which is a real shame, because the first one slaps. Wait that’s spoilers FUCK
Anyway next is the ones I haven’t seen but could possibly be convinced to.
The classics I haven’t seen live here. But it’s one of those things where like, am I gonna go out of my way for this? Am I deadass gonna go sit my ass down and watch fucking Sleeping Beauty as a 22+ year old bloke? Not unless someone drags me into it. I could be more easily convinced for like, Aristocats or Great Mouse Detective, because cute animals good, but you don’t have the same easy in for Aladdin or Princess and the Frog. Also, Tangled and Moana are there because like, I really cannot be bothered watching those, not my kinda jam, but if I put them in the fuck no category certain friends of mine would be quite upset.
Next is Shit Tier! Shit Tier has one member.
Home on the Range was. A movie. A lot of the time when you talk about the really bad movies, what gets brought up is a bad film (or other property) that’s just the sheer absence of good. And that is what I have to say to describe Home on the Range. A deathknell for Disney’s 2D animated division, and honestly American 2D animation as a whole. I don’t know how the fuck Princess and the Frog got made after this, because this movie was just genuinely devoid of anything memorable or entertaining. Man, it’s just cows.
The Bad tier has a lot more of the “absence of good” style- like, Cinderella isn’t atrocious, but what does it actually have going for it? I genuinely don’t remember. I only have vague memories of the Black Cauldron, but I believe the general consensus is that its Not Good. Pocahontas and Tarzan are messy and not in the fun way, and the Jungle Book is something I found exceptionally annoying as a kid. Probably because my brother likes it, nothing he likes is ever good (love you bro).
Mid tier is mostly just shit I don’t really care about one way or the other. Like, Beauty and the Beast is fiiiiiiine. I gueeesss. I don’t particularly care for Lion King either way, and please attempt to name a single thing that happened in Bambi after the mum got shot. One thing. I suppose I should attempt to explain my having Chicken Little here, even though everyone understands it’s a bad movie. And yeah, it is, but this is my Nostalgia Pick. I’m allowed one of those. I really loved that movie as a kid, And I don’t know why, I have no justification for this. It’s not that bad, surely. I refuse to watch it again to find out.
Also The Rescuers is pretty ok? I think? I remember very little about it. But The Rescuers Down Under has a motherfucking Goanna as the villain’s pet and she’s gorgeous. Movie aint great apart from that but the goanna gets it a whole bunch of bonus points.
Finally, some good fucking film.
Okay, let’s run this one down the list. Big Hero 6 was pretty good? I watched most of it on the plane, but I never finished is and I sure haven’t been assed to fix that yet. Wreck-it-Ralph was honestly really good, and the retro game shit was a direct target square at my face. Not top tier, but extremely solid. Hercules was a beautiful disaster, and Robin Hood was a disastrous beauty (and too many folks’ furry awakening for me to be comfortable with it (says the Pokemon fan))
Hunchback is genuinely quite good, athought you really need to skip past the gargoyle bits to get the best out of it. Zootopia gets a lot of credit, goes on top tier for a lot folks, but not for me- controversial opinion, but the second half was too heavyhanded for my taste. Like, I get that you had to hammer in that metaphor for the kids, but it really did it too hard for me. Also, they really made the villain a sheep, huh. Rude.
Alice in Wonderland is a beautiful creative classic with a healthy dollop of creepy, and I have too much nostalgia for Winnie the Pooh to put it any lower than this. Fox and the Hound and Mulan are the good shit, and I don’t have much more of a comment than that.
Finally, the top tier! Good movies allowed only.
You may notice that all these movies come from that era in the 90s where they actually let the creative minds behind the 2D animation team at Disney make the things they want to? And they cranked out the best 4 movies in the entire list. Like, goddamn. Treasure Planet is a fun as fuck adventure movie that’s criminally underrated and looks gorgeous, and Atlantis is just a more refined version of such (but I’m not quite as nostalgic for that one, sorry, also the second one exists). Emperor’s New Groove is just, such an incredible comedy flick, holy shit, they really did the nonstandard plot framing and fourth wall humour in this one, and they did it well. And Lilo and Stitch is, again, a perfect movie. I never know what to say about those. It’s so much less interesting to talk about things that don’t have flaws compared to something that does. It’s a perf fuckin film, fam.
And uhh, that’s the lot of them. Okay, that’s all the time I’ve got. I’ve got to get back to watching Shrek the Third on my friend’s TV.
(it’s not especially good)
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Oblitus Ch 23
Strange Magic
44 Days Left Until Extermination...
"Now what did this guy look like?" Charlie asked.
"Oh gee, I don't know," the scientist said sarcastically. "I had my eyes closed most of the time he was beating the shit out of me!"
"Try to remember," Vaggie insisted. "There must have been something that you remember."
"He had slicked black hair. Kind of tall," Baxter explained trying to remember. "Oh, and he was a pig. Now that I do remember!"
"So we're looking for a demon that looks like a pig?" Charlie pondered. There were several pig like demons in Hell, it'll take weeks to find them. The cat demon glanced over at Alastor who was just standing there, with a large smug smile on his face.
"So are you just going to stand there or are you actually going to help?" Husk growled. Alastor chuckled.
"I don't know what you mean, Husker," he replied leaning in close to Husk pulling on his furry cheek, roughly, fluttering his eyes. Husk growled and shoved him away, pointing at Alastor.
"Enough with the bullshit! Use the little runt's contract to find out where she is!"
"Wait a minute, contract? What contract?" Anna asked.
"Nift's and I have a contract with this fucker." Husk explained jerking his thumb at Alastor. "Whenever he needs us, the bastard, uses our contracts to locate where we are or summon us willy nilly whenever he desires." Anna turned to Alastor.
"If that's the case, then why didn't you do it already!?" She shouted in disbelief. "We would've known where she's at by now!" Alastor hummed.
"It's not that simple. Yes, I can use the contract to find her. But, it also takes a lot of my power to do so," he explained.
"Can't you at least just try?" Anna pressed. Alastor tsked as his lower has jerked in irritation. He stood stiffly and tense as he stared at the woman with strained smile.
"You are asking a lot, my dear." He said, still smiling. "You know, you really are trying my patience and it's beginning to wear thin."
"How about this? If you help us find her," Anna paused. She swallowed hard and bit her lip regretting what she was going to say. "I'll let you do whatever you want to with me." Alastor raised his eye in question thinking it over. Whatever he wants, hmm?
"Hey, stop! Stupid!" Husk shouted. "Don't give him any ideas!"
Alastor shoved the cat demon out of the way, walking over to Anna, now standing right in front of her, his dark shadow looming over her.
"Whatever I want, huh?" Alastor questioned. Then he let out a dark and wicked laugh, like it was a joke. "Now, that's quite interesting." Alastor tapped his finger on his chin while his other hand rested on his staff, leaning on it. "If I say that I wanted a taste of you would you allow it?" Anna's eyes widened in shock. She took a step back away from him. What the hell?
Charlie, Vaggie, who was now glaring at Alastor, and Angel stared at the the two with wide eyes.
"Al, what the fuck?!" Angel shouted.
Alastor continued. "If I ordered you to do something, would you do it, no questions asked? Even if it's something horrible?"
"Uh..." Anna replied, laughing nervously. She was already in a contract with him. It can't get any worse can it? "Depends on what you're asking me to do? And what do you mean by a taste of me?" Alastor made a dark grin. He leaned in closer towards Anna's face, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes.
"Here's the deal," Alastor stated. "I am feeling a bit peckish and low on energy. You give me a single drop of your blood and help me out-"
"Done." Anna interrupted.
"I wasn't finished, darling." Alastor laughed. He tilted his monocle as Anna's image reflected on it. "AND I also wish to have another round with you in courtship, just no hitting this time." He finished pressing his hands together pointing them at her. "Do we have a deal?"
Anna stared at him in confusion. Charlie squealed in delight while Vaggie, Husk and Angel, who gasped, eyes widen with their jaws slightly dropping, in disbelief. Baxter was in and out of it, not exactly knowing what was happening do to a concussion.
"Courtship?" Anna asked not still getting what the demon meant. "You want to take me to court?" Alastor laughed.
How sweet and innocent! How time has changed for his era! When he was alive, he had courted and taken out many women. He remembered as some uncomfortable and paralyzing flashbacks appeared in his mind as some of his admirers touching him without his permission while some tried to force themselves on him while he frantically tried to get away from them. However, this woman in front of him was different, very entertaining indeed.
Husk slapped his face while Angel snickered at the woman's naivety. Anna stared still confused.
"I'm saying that I want to try and court you again." Alastor asked, again, clearing his throat, nervously.
"IT'S A DATE!" Charlie exclaimed, excitedly. "HE WANTS TO TAKE YOU ON A DATE!" Anna eyes widened and she turned back towards Alastor who was still waiting for her answer.
"Okay, I'll do it." Anna agreed shaking Alastor's hand. "But, only for Niffty."
Alastor stared in silence at her for a moment. Anna could see that there as slight anger them. Why was he angry? There it was again. That feeling...He should be feeling happy that this lovely dame accepted his offer. But, he wasn't. Alastor grinded his teeth in frustration. Just what was it about this girl that stirred this unknown feeling in him? It was driving him mad!
Anna hissed as she felt a sting in her hand as Alastor's nails dug deeply in into it. Anna pulled her hand back grasping it to stop the bleeding while Alastor stared at her blood that was now dripping from his nails. He lifted his hand up to his mouth as some of it dropped onto his tongue. His eyes widened, glowing vibrantly red, as an overbearing taste hit his taste buds. Her blood tasted divine! Exquisite even! Better than any demon he had eaten over the decades. Alastor sighed in content. No wonder other demons were after her. Now he has her all to himself! Alastor pulled out Niffty's contract as it floated in the air in front of everyone. Alastor's shadow appeared behind him as he handed it over to them.
"Go find her, boys!" Alastor ordered the shadows like they were dogs while holding the paper in front of them letting the shadows take in Niffty's scent. Then they suddenly darted in a direction.
"They got a scent. We need to hurry!" Alastor called out chasing after the shadows with Husk, Angel and Vaggie following after him. Charlie turned to Baxter who was still lying on the ground.
"Baxter, maybe you should stay here," the princess suggested. "We'll go and get Niffty back."
Baxter groaned as he shrugged Charlie's hand off his shoulder. "No, it was my fault that she was captured and taken," he growled. "I want to help. I want to make that son of a bitch pay!"
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Blackmail is such a UGLY word (Inuyasha)
Blackmail is such a ugly word
Living in the era he did, and being what he was one would think that fox demon named Shippo had seen it all, double so considering all of the adventures he had been on with the half demon Inuyasha and the rest of their friends.
And yet one would be wrong because at this moment Shippo was having to pinch himself from breaking into a fit of giggles and giving up his hiding place in a bush as he watched the big strong and bad ass Inuyasha crawl around on all fours dressed like a infant.
Gone were the fire rat robes and in their place was baby blue mittens with white trim at the wrists on his hands, and baby blue booties on his feet that again had the white trim at the ankles,And a baby blue bonnet on his head with the the frills on the head that helped protect the baby once again white.
those were cute enough, but it the was the blue plastic pants around his hips bugling from who knew how many layers of cloth diapers that had the kit biting down on his touage as Inuyasha babbled loudly and swung his massive diapered rear back and forth before plopping on his padded read and sucking on his thumb.
'I am SO glad I decided to follow him now!' the fox demon snickered in his head.
The last four times they returned to the village because Kagome had to go back to the modern world Inuyasha had declined to go with her and would instead insist he had some sort of secret training to go do off by himself.
He also made it clear that a swift and brutal death awaited anyone who tried to follow him and after they had found Koga with the snot beat out on his and in just his undies tied to a tree, he was believed.
Of course there were rumors, it was just a small village after all and the most believed one (Because no one could see the half demon actually training himself that hard for the 2-3 days if not longer Kagome would take to come back.) Was that he had a lady friend out in the bushes that he met with. It would also explain the strange scents that came off of him when he came back.
Well, If Inuyasha was being a two timing dog (Pun not intended) then Shippo was gonna catch him in the act using a funny little device Kagome had given him from the future that let him capture images and save them.
With his camera in paw, he set out ignoring the warning from Sango and Miroku that if Koga had been caught..
"Please! I'm WAY smarter and more tricky then him! It'll be a breeze!" He had boasted.
Well, it hadn't exactly been a breeze and more then once on the 3 hour hike he wondered what he'd gotten himself in and had almost been busted by Inuyasha.
The cabin they came up to was by the forest while not being in it, and next to a lake thankfully as Shippo might of forgotten his canteen in his rush to keep up with the dog demon.
the grass was soft and green, or at least looked like it as Shippo had hidden himself in a wild berry brush to A) get cover and B) feed his rumbling gut before it gave him away and Inuyasha took one last look around, blushing now and then had gone into the one room cabin.(Again, this was a assumption on Shippo's part just based on it's size.)
He'd been too busy pigging out to first notice when Inuyasha had came back out and it was only when a weird coo'ing and gurgling noise like a baby would make he zoned back in.
'Wait does he have a baby out here?' Was Shippo's first thought and then well...he kinda did!
Inuyasha coo'ed and giggled, he just loved his big baby time and how big and silly he felt during it. Getting everything he needed for it though had been a mortifying and humiliating endeavor and taken the better part of a year to set up.
Thankfully the cabin had already been here and from the dust and smell of it had been long since ditched (or it's previous owner eaten) so He had THAT going for and he'd been able to set up a makeshift nursery in there having nailed part of a fence to either side of the cot and replacing the mattress.
he didn't have a changing table per say but some soft blankets laid out on what had once been a dining table. Sure compared to the nursery's he'd seen in Kagome's time it was crap, but considering he was working with what he could trade for he felt pretty damn proud of himself.
he flopped back on his back and sucked on his thumb, wishing he could get one of those little sucky thingies he'd seen babies use but he'd pushed his luck getting Kagome to get him a booklet on how to fold cloth diapers, stammering he wanted to be ready if he ever had a kid.
She'd just rolled her eyes and Bam, Booklet and the end of leaky diapers and pin pricked thumbs.
He was thinking about what Kagome would say if she ever found out about this and shut his eyes, picturing her taking picture after picture of him and for a second the image was so vivid he sworn he COULD hear the click of her camera..then tugged his thumb out his mouth and blushed crimson.
"Wait a second.." he COULD hear it and narrowed his sense in on the source and growled, getting up and starting to charge over as best he could with his bulky diapies on and in his mittens and booties.
"WHOEVER YOU ARE MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR GOD, YOUR DEAD!" He yelled.
Shippo was yelping and fumbling with the stupid camera, he had seen Kagome do it somehow where it didn't make noise and now wished he'd paid attention.
Inuyasha was charging in like a bull and he tried to think of something, anything useful he could say because he was pretty sure just because they were semi friends didn't mean he wasn't about to have a messy end.
'Wait..wait..she said something..about clouds?' Shippo thought and then rolled out of the bush just as Inuyasha got then and stood up holding out the camera and wagging a finger.
"Ah ah ah puppy! this camera is linked to Kagome's cloud!" he said, not even sure what it meant but it sure paused the rampaging baby.
"The second it starts to get damaged all those BABY pictures I took of you get sent to her. AND only I can get rid of them. Kagome set it up for me so you wouldn't steal it." he added smugly, lying his tiny furry ass off but it DID sound like something she'd do.
"Then I'll just leave the camera alone and smash YOU." Inuyasha growled, trying to look menacing but Shippo just started to laugh."WHAT'S SO FUNNY!?"
"You DO recall how your dressed right now puppy wuppy. And give it up, you can either do as I say from now on, or EVERYONE finds out biggggg baddddd Inuyasha is just a cute baby butt." Shippo said and folded his arms.
Inuyasha growled and snarled.. then hung his head and slumped.
"This is blackmail you know.."
"Blackmail is such a ugly word..I prefer to think of it as pup sitting a diaper wear dummy...Now sit boy." Shippo said, taking a perverse delight in his power of the big baby as Inuyasha plopped onto his diapered behind. "Goood boy~"
Crawling on all fours on the command of the brat was bad enough but Shippo had taken it a step further and so he was riding on Inuyasha's back and smirking.
"You know, you don't make a half bad steed Inuyasha..if you ever wanna give up on the hero thing.." Shippo chuckled.
"Watch it shrimp or I'll-" Inuyasha started to growl.
"Do nothing but get yourself outed like a diaper wearing LOSER." Shippo said smugly. "By the way, from now on when it's just the two of us, you're gonna call me Master."
"...isn't that a little much even for you?" Inuyasha asked, trying to temper his anger and word it in a way to make the fox demon think twice.
"Well I was going to have you call me daddy..we can switch to that if you pre-" Shippo started with a giggle.
"Master is fine! I like it master!" Inuyasha said quickly and almost face planted when he felt the fox pat his pampered bottom.
"Good boy!" Shi- er Master said and Inuyasha whimpered, thinking about how much this was all going to suck.
Getting into the babies nursery Shippo put two hands over his nose even as he slid down.
"What is that STINK!? Don't tell me you actually crap yourself!!"
"I uh..well see..I.." Inuyasha mewed, on his knees and looking down, poking his index fingers together.
"When did you even get time to do that?!? I followed you out here!"
"I um.. didn't.. clean my diapies before I left last time Master." Inuyasha admitted sheepishly.
Shippo made a disgusted face and then shook his head. "Hope you have a shovel here because your about to go outside and bury the treasure deep." Shippo said and then sighed at the blank look on the pup's face. "Go dig a hole dumb ass, and dump your diaper pail in it, then bury it. and dig deep."
"But..but..I don't have a lot of spare diapers, so after I change out of these I;ll have to clean the dirty ones before I can get changed!" Inuyasha whined.
"And that's MY problem how? get to it diaper butt before I decide this isn't worth my time and just ruin you!" Shippo demanded, deciding that he loved this feeling of power.
what made it all the sweeter was when Inuyasha just nodded and mumble a soft yes sir and got to his feet and walked out with the offending pail.
Shippo would of said something about how he should crawl but realized there was no way for him to get it outside then unless it was on his back and Shippo did NOT wanna risk those smelly things falling to the floor.
Mostly certain he was out of earshot of Master, Inuyasha whined and growled as he clawed at the earth (After of course removing his baby mitts.)
This just wasn't fair! Why out of all the people who could of caught him and maybe let him play out his humiliation fetish for a bit before he throttled them did it have to be HIM!? And with that stupid camera thinge too!
Inuyasha couldn't be sure the fox had said was true or not, he'd never really paid attention to all of that future crap Kagome had and he was paying the price for it now.
'Maybe I can ask her about it when she comes back.I can handle three days of this, and there's no way Master will risk bringing me back to town like this. if everyone see's me like this then he loses his control and I'll fucking end him!" Inuyasha thought and then smiled.
he didn't realize it but as his plan formed in his head and he realized this was a temporary problem at best, his massive diaper rear had started to wag back and forthwith him semi half in the hole now.
'Heck, if this is only for a few days, I might as well sit back and try and enjoy myself even!' The Half dog demon thought, a silly grin on his face.
Watching from the window and seeing Inuyasha perk up, Shippo just shook his head even as he used something called 'video' to record the pampered pup's antics.
'Oh Inuyasha, give me some credit' He thought and chuckled out loud. 'I already have a perfect way to explain your diapers and it'll be your baby stuff that I'll keep to myself. One way or anther, you're never getting back out of diapers.'
the 'treasure' so to speak was buried and Inuyasha waddled back as fast as he could and set the pail down, not noticing that the camera was still record on the table as he sat up on his haunches like a begging dog.
"Did I do good master?" he asked, and oh god, his touage was hanging out of his mouth now.
"-Snek-.. VERY good, Turn around from bum pats Loser."
"Yes sir Master!" Inuyasha coo'ed and Shippo just looked into the camera shaking his head and jerking a thumb at Inuyasha then came over and rewarded the pup, patting and rubbing the slick plastic and Inuyasha went face down and ass up in delight.
Oh yeah, this was gonna be fun.
The end.. for now
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