#loony barks

[vulgarloon]

Ah but I do love fontcest fics that go along something like this - Sans having a nightmare, Papyrus coming to his bed to soothe him AND then literally plow him into the mattress with all his infinite stamina until Sans is passing out from the 10th orgasm.

Yep, every fic that appreciates Papyrus’s stamina is a good fic. I mean look at the guy, he doesn’t even have to sleep, he is a fucking powerhouse, a dynamo! I bet he has the same demeanour in bed. And Sans is more than happy to lay down and do nothing.

#fontcest #loony barks #loony loves

[finalgirllx]

can we get a round of applause for the jawline

i tried picking out more pictures of his gorgeous side profile but i get flustered if i look too long i'm never going to be freed from his grip am i

#mattheo riddle #slytherin boys #more inside thoughts for my tumby loony bin #bark bark bark

[loony-bear]

Did these illustrations as Xmas prezzies for two of my fave ever long distance friends I miss them 🥹🥹🥹

#SEE CASEY SOON BARK BARK BARK #loony draws #my art #loony portrait

[soyspance097]

The Fang Gang!

The Fang Gang from my Sonic Overdrive AU! Claw is the nephew of Fang and therefore goes on many adventures with them.

Their backstories are below the cut!

Fang- A world-class thief who wears a golden belt buckle and earring to show off some of his wealth. The rest is hidden somewhere, although Fang hasn’t even told his Gang where.

Fang has an older sister named Holly who dies during the Metal Virus plague. She leaves her son, Claw, to his only remaining family: Fang the Hunter.

Bark the Polar Bear- A big bear with a warm heart. He means no harm. Was discharged from serving in the Robotnik War due to his muteness and spared from the Metal Virus plague due to hiding out on Angel Island.

Because he can’t speak, no one is very accepting of him. That is until Fang came along.

Bean the Dynamite (Woodpecker)-Discharged from the Robotnik War after having accidentally blown up his platoon due to a severe PTSD-induced panic attack. Had to cut off his leg to avoid being infected by the Metal Virus plague.

With his outwardly loony appearance and demeanor, Bean is often unwelcome in many places around Mobius. Claw is currently trying to change that.

Fang accepted Bean into the game because of his vast knowledge of explosives.

#sonic au #art #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #overdrive au #sth overdrive au #sth au #sth #au #rambles #info post #fang the hunter #bark the polar bear #bean the dynamite #claw the jerboa #fang gang

[annasvinyl]

Day 30 in the loony bin. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Saccharine wank. Don't worry. I haven't gone the full mental. It's still a terrible poem, and Four Weddings is still a fucking awful film. What was it you said, Costello? "The world is a vile place, and neither Richard Curtis or W. H. Auden will ever change that." I hope to see you soon. And I hope you and Iris are okay. I let you down, and I'm sorry. And right now, I can't reach you, and it's fucking terrifying.

Rain Dogs (2023-)

#rain dogs #rain dogs bbc #rain dogs hbo #daisy may cooper #jack farthing #i don't know if this is a limited series or not but it was perfect where it stopped anyway #an incredibly bleak messy sad and darkly funny show #it's sort of like lots of original brit shows I've watched over the years rolled into one?? idk it makes sense to me dskdkd <333 #raindogsedit #mine*

[mermaidsirennikita]

So You'd Like to Fuck a Villain: Romance Novel Recommendations

Have you gotten caught up in a villain ship? Are you, perhaps, what might be called a villainfucker?

The issue with stanning for villains and wanting them to have romantic love and happiness and possibly group sex, is that they often don't. At least, not onscreen. Some of the most popular romantic ships, obviously, have been villain ships--Reylo spawned a wave of romance novelists (though, I might add, many do not actually write villain-centric romance novels, which is fine), Darklina powered no small part of Shadow and Bone's publishing success... and let's be real, the success of the soon-to-be-ill-fated-from-what-I'm-hearing TV show. On a darker level, Interview with the Vampire took off in no small part because people love the tainted love that is Louis and Lestat, where maybe? They're both villains? (Definitely more Lestat, but you know.)

You know what the great thing about a romance novel is? The villain has to get a happy ending. They just must. It's a rule. If a villain is a lead, the HEA is guaranteed (rhymes), or it's not a romance novel.

So, for Cupid's birthday, I'm recommending some of my favorite villainfucking romance novels. I just think that we deserve it.

CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

Wicked Villains by Katee Robert.

As you might guess, this series is in fact about villains getting their happy ending, full stop. And it does so by adapting Disney villain ships and placing them in a contemporary setting full of organized crime, sex clubs, and deals gone wrong. It is fun, it is campy, and it is very, very sexy. Check the trigger warnings (which Robert typically lists for each book on her website)--some of these do feature heavy BDSM and CNC.

The diversity of the pairings is so appreciated--while my favorite thus far is the first, Desperate Measures (Jafar/Jasmine with a mob wife "you killed my father" spin, for those curious) you get several triads (Hades/Hercules/Meg, Beast/Gaston/Belle, Ursula/Ariel/Eric, to name a few) and the ever-coveted sapphic Maleficent/Aurora moment. I don't think there's a straight person in this collection of characters. Contemporary romance can be a hard sell for me, especially in terms of villainy... But these are just a ride.

HISTORICAL ROMANCE

Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas.

Obviously, if you haven't read Devil in Winter yet, you need to read Devil in Winter. It's a classic--not just of historical romance, but romance in general. Though, pro-tip: I would recommend reading the preceding It Happened One Autumn first, as that's where the villainy takes place. Devil in Winter is about a recovering villain--a rake who did a very, very bad thing (kidnapping his best friend's lady love) simply because he did not want to get a job. I mean.....

Sebastian St. Vincent is a soft touch villain, and not just because he's super good at touching. You know he's going to roll over and beg for it with his seemingly-gentle, secretly-iron-willed heroine; but it's watching him get there that's so fun. His bark is worse than his bite, but he does deliver quite a bark (and quite a bite). If you like 'em snarky and slutty, read this book.

Duke of Sin by Elizabeth Hoyt.

If you like a blond villain who seems better at lounging about than doing manual labor, Valentine Napier takes what St. Vincent was doing to another level of insanity. St. Vincent is sane; Valentine is not, and he's a lot less fun about his kidnappings. Fortunately, his heroine (dispatched to spy on and steal from him) does not take any shit.

This is a book for those who like them loony, because I really don't think Valentine reforms in the least. He just falls in love, all while running around naked in bedazzled, open robes and brandishing a knife. At least he's good in bed and keeps giant, nude portraits of himself in his own house. Keep in mind that this book does delve into some pretty massive childhood trauma, including all kinds of abuse.

Villain I'd Like to F...

This anthology of novellas delves into five stories of historical romance villainy, by five great authors. I'm going to list each novella and its author, as these collections typically disband after a period of time, allowing the authors to sell the novellas individually (though you often can find the collections in online libraries like Libby). In the brackets!

[ Lady Viper and the Bastard by Eva Leigh.

Do you enjoy Dangerous Liaisons? Try this delightfully sexy Georgian-era novella about a widowed vamp and an illegitimate libertine, teaming up to break apart two young lovers (for a price). Except what happens when these two assholes start to catch feelings? Notable in that these characters are in their forties, know themselves, and do engage in some fun role-playing.

Seven Sinful Nights by Nicola Davidson.

Our young-but-ready widowed heroine is toiling in the service of her dickish in-laws... Until the owner of the local gambling hell (who isn't above murder and torture, and does enjoy dominating a bit) shows up demanding payment for her brother-in-law's debts. Those who love an innocent heroine lured by the darkness will love this one, a she very much goes willingly to her "doom" of being his mistress for a week, and loves every minute of it. It's sexy, it's sweet, she also loves a torture moment, there's some exhibitionism.

The Gangster's Prize by Joanna Shupe.

A Gilded Age gangster is thrown off balance by the young woman who comes to him demanding help in finding her missing father. But wait... who's in his dungeon as we speak? Could it be? Her dad? Joanna doesn't pull her punches here, and it's delightfully wacky. Watching our hapless villain hero be like "uhh, what screams from the dungeon" while our heroine looks for her father... who he has captive.. is hilarious.

The Bootlegger's Bounty by Adriana Herrera.

Did someone say sort-of pirates? Our heroine is a nightclub singer, and she books passage to New York with a dangerous rum runner. There's a lot of sex in this one, and--delightfully--a triad, as there happens to be a young gentleman who catches the eye of both our singer and our rum runner...

The Conquering of Tate the Pious by Sierra Simone.

Hedonistic nuns? A Norman invader (in more ways than one) who turns out to be a lady conqueror? As in, a conqueror who is a lady and conquers ladies? I think yes. Our proud abbess Tate is ready to stand up to the Wolf, but what happens when the Wolf is very sexy and cruel in the best possible way? ]

The Prince of Broadway by Joanna Shupe.

If there's one thing Joanna Shupe loves, it's a hero (or a villain turned hero) who hates your dad. This book opens with our casino-owning hero beating the shit out of someone, and when he meets the headstrong spoiled rich girl who wants to open a casino for ladies and needs mentorship... He takes her up on it. All while planning to take down her father (as revenge!!!).

While Clay isn't a super hardcore bad guy, he is pretty violent and pretty diabolical. What makes this book is, of course, his dynamic with Florence, and her defiance of norms that quickly has him completely besotted. This book has a very good grovel, and it should. Does anyone deserve Florence?

... and after reading this one, you can mosey over to Shupe's next book, The Devil of Downtown, in which a bad, bad gangster gets his ass emotionally kicked by Florence's goody goody angelic sister.

The Dragon and The Pearl by Jeannie Lin.

This is another one that benefits from reading its previous book, Butterfly Swords, first. In that novel we're introduced to the treacherous warlord our heroine is fleeing--Li Tao. Lin doesn't shy away from his intimidation factor: he even gets into a sword fight (that turns into an outright brawl, lmao) with the hero. In this novel, Li Tao gets full focus, kidnapping a former emperor's concubine to get information out of her.

What follows is a match of wits that gradually gives way to two manipulative, emotionally closed off people falling madly in love with each other while being unable to say it. Li Tao is a cold, seemingly-unfeeling villain-as-hero, and he really pushes how far he's willing to go to reach his end goals in this book. Also, there's a sex deal. If that matters to you.

Daring and The Duke by Sarah MacLean.

Again, one that does in fact benefit from reading the two preceding books, Wicked and The Wallflower and Brazen and The Beast (fortunately, they're both good!). Ewan, our titular duke, is the villain of both--and he is completely batshit insane in his pursuit of his childhood sweetheart, Grace. Who, for reasons relating to villainy, wants absolutely nothing to do with him.

This is a book-long grovel the way Sarah MacLean does it best--with abject shame and humiliation. Ewan is put through the ringer: and he should be, because he did a really bad thing! And was legitimately a nutjob of a villain! But that's what makes it so, so good.

PARANORMAL/FANTASY ROMANCE

The Four Horsemen by Laura Thalassa.

This series has the rather bold take of "what if the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse Fucked". Starting with Pestilence, bleeding into War and Famine, and ending with Death, this series is a bit bonkers. But it doesn't let up on the extent of the villainous heroes' determination to lay waste to the world. There is a lot of gore. There is a lot of moral ambiguity.

But it's also legitimately funny. Pestilence discovers the joys of a bathtub. Death receives his first blowjob and is like "I don't know, maybe the apocalypse is bad". It's campy, and it's fun, and it leans the fuck in to the concept. I would recommend reading these in order, as the love stories stand alone but the overall arc leads to a big finish (and there are lots of finishes in between, if you know what I'm say--)

The Tenebris Trilogy by Kathryn Ann Kingsley.

If you're interested in the occult and some Lovecraftian vibes set in a pseudo-1920s world, this is it. Our heroine is on the search for her brother, and who is to assist but his stuffy-hot professor who happens to be a cult leader and has perhaps merged his body with that of a Cthulu monster?

What's interesting about this series (which cannot be read as standalones, and must be read in order) is that our hero is legitimately loony tunes, and our heroine is into it. She falls in love with him and his monsters, and that does... extend to the physical. (Tentacles, everyone! Shadow tentacles! Think Venom.) I will add that there's a lovely secondary romance with a trans heroine (with a hero that's not a villain) and it is excellent, but at one point an antagonist is transphobic towards her. An attempted off-page forced detransition occurs. The main heroine is totally supportive of the secondary heroine and stops it, but read with caution.

Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole.

This rare villainess/hero romance sees a sorceress heroine take a deposed demon king captive to coerce him into impregnating her so that she can bear his heir (all for villainous purposes, of course). Yes. So this book is heavy on the dubcon--lots of edging, lots of people chained to beds--but to be frank? He is into it. We have a stern, morally upright hero being driven to the brink by the baddest of bad girls, and it's great.

This book is a bit controversial because of the content, and I do recommend checking out my IAD Cheat Sheet before reading for a full list of triggers/details about the world of Immortals After Dark. But it reads fairly well on its own, and I personally adore it. The sex is hot, the romance is angsty, he gets back at her in every possible way, and it's so fun to see a villainess take center stage and bring out the dark side of such a noble hero.

Dreams of a Dark Warrior by Kresley Cole.

Here, we focus on an immortal valkyrie heroine who's had centuries of near-misses with her would-be Berserker love--every time she kisses him, he remembers his past lives with her and promptly dies in increasingly gruesome ways. He's always be good and loving to her... which is why she's so shocked when he returns to her, this time in the form of an immortal-hating torturer who's taken her captive.

This one is dark--yes, he does torture her (not that badly, but there are other scenes of torture at the hands of different villains which are... bad). But if you can hang in there, I think you'll find a very compelling romance with a legitimately troubled, intense hero and a woman he can't get out of his head. There's also a very, very good bathtub scene that turns into "let me blindfold you so you can't see my hideous scars".

Lothaire by Kresley Cole.

The villain romance to end all villain romances (best read after Dreams, so you get the one-two punch of a pair of very different villainous heroes). What happens when you mix a 3,000-year-old megalomaniacal vampire with a 24-year-old whip-smart human woman he believes houses the soul of the goddess he's supposed to wed? A fucking ride, and possibly my favorite romance ever, that's what.

Lothaire goes HARD. It goes hard on the villainy (this is a story of a villain falling in love, not a villain finding redemption), it goes hard on the sex (with possibly one of the most infamous sex scenes in romance, and I love every word of it), and it goes hard on the angst. As much as Lothaire fucks with Ellie's head and is determined to deny his love for her, she's determined to one-up on him and will never, ever break. I think this book is always best summed up in a scene early on where he kisses her, bites her lip, and draws back, smugly expecting horror--only to find her grinning through the blood and pulling him in for another kiss. Tell me that isn't villain romance perfection.

Sworn to the Shadow God by Ruby Dixon.

Not so much a super hard villain romance as it is a "falling in love with Death himself" book, this wacky romance finds our gamer girl heroine falling through a portal to another land and... yes, sworn as the mortal companion of the God of Death as he attempts to complete a trial set before him by the father god. It is funny, it is sexy, it's adventurous, and it is for the Reylos.

You think I'm joking. No. He is very clearly modeled after Kylo Ren, and he sweeps around in dark cloaks and emo smashes about being the God of the Death, and it is glorious. He's less bad than he is detached and uncaring, but, you know... Death. By the end of the book, though? He cares very much about one particular person.

Look, man. Check your triggers always, especially with romance novels about villains. These won't work for everyone. But I imagine... if you like a villain... some of these are for you.

#romance novel blogging #book recs #books #anyway happy fuckin v day

[names-for-alters]

Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

Findo Tach Tails Flicker Tracer Kat Iris Blu Brick Arlo Sammy Artie Finn Stein Aleksandr Vora Olive Luna Nyx Cyrus Qrow Orian Cello Onyx Skye Grim Opal Dawn Azure Fish Bones Poppy Bronze Eggs Sparky Specs Snickers Trout Navi Bingo Chili Bandit Stripe Busker Socks Brandy Frisky Winston Lucky Chucky Bently Judo Rusty Max Honey Indie Calypso Striker Merle Moxxie Vex Ant Bugger Bee Spider Tails Hook Indigo Amber Coco Coral Scarlet Ivory Jade Ruby Emerald Chuck Loden Copper Hamelin Neo Shepard Cinnamon Visor Macalister Soul Hack Hiccup Flynn Rider Astrid Jay Raven Robyn Bolt Dagger Viper Tracer Cornwall Flock Sapphire Crystal Ghost Mochi Trick Catra Rose Raven Flip Chani Racket Red Crimson Dragon Runt Scotch Tellie Gator Croc Crow Goat Duck Creeper Kuma Jet Jeep Draco Poppy Sombra Raine Squish Spike Blaze Ender Drake Sandy MK PJ DJ CJ MJ King Creak Shadow Clay Dusty Miles Dart Willow Antonius Husk Moth Cypher Jin Yin Yang Daisy Gray / Grey Alistair Halo Angel Cake Fennec Fox Null Lull Bastion Lucky Sun Star Cosmo Tweety Vox Nerys Sonic Bark Birch Oak Cherry Blossom Peaches Velvet Shell Coffee Valley Fang Moot Redpath Pudding X V Jr Ether Fig Trunk Joy Frogger Snowflake Snowball Snow Jumper Racket Flare Vendetta Loonie Coin Six Eleven Tropica Stelina Mojave Ink Sud Fender Zero Pollen Wysteria Page Ozias Rex Tortch Buck Nickel Stripe Lynch Tramp Wolf Pup Tank Jhariah Kharma Zenith Sparrow Prism Lemon Mune Lamb Pyke Diamond Parker Graves Fizz Nugget Melody Tink Blight Fangless Ambress Vulture Eclipse Luka Bangle Constance Constantine Sommar Babble Clank Bobble Chipper Aidan Slate Tin Twire Zephyr Silver Misty Faunus Atlas Birdie Brook Cedar Chip Coal Daisy Ember Faye Fate Fern Flint Harmony Helios Ivy Junx Kit Lyria Phoebe Piper Lady Beacon Elos Rumble Ida Cross Zed Scootie Smidge Clauger Happy Sonny Hath Soldier River Song Clawtor Videl Legen Onen Chunk Reid Pop Cobra Cash Clover Saris Volante Donna Belladonna Gale Chopper Morphias Vidia Loft Kape Levi Licker Howl Dustin Newt Creek Breezy Polaris Blight Archer Sirius Warren Dream Goon Cookie Ranger Amity Jericho Viggo Besko Asra Alice Olaf Mossfeld Issic Missy Rascal Creasy Nonya Hex Pita Miguel Manuel Rayburn Daisy Dash Lucky Becky Steele Cylo Featherstone Kingston Netherfield Reacher Saltburn Quick Rubble Dust Brimstone Humble Ado Grover Norvanos Leshy Blade Cooper Calcium

Leo

Leonardo

Lebony

Silver

Linzier

Pearl

blackberry

Tatin

Bud

Raphael

Pebble

Mina

Linda

Oolong

Daeo/Dayo/Dao

Inco

Ketlyn

Risa

Ines

Lora

Flock

Lux

Rix

Reah

Destinty

Bet

Ange

Krixa

Lalien

Gloom

Bug

Rozy

Mars

Screech

Jenny

Robert

Patrick

Pierre Rosemary

Henderson

Mayfield

Sinclair

Sullivan

Hart

Solace

Daughtler

Stoll

Gatlin

Yearwood

Amos

Graves

Rothschild

Halley

Spektor

Presley

Redd

Blackwood

Notvletti

Valerie

Milo

Marian

Lychee

Aiden

Nova

Vel

Bel

Yuri

Puro

Pluto

Ramona

Angel

Nada

Shen

Mog

Hania

Udge

Kinetic

Kikos Wathel

Dupa

Sierre

Jimor

Teddy

coc

Scara

River

Shade

Foenem

Duck

Emily

Toast

Reunna

Ichigo

Rae

Sonic

MoonL

Lennus

cabaran

Marto

Leveer

Granite

#alter names #names for alters #osdd #did #endo neutral #names #list of names #random names #good names #introjects #osddid #fictives #need names? I got names #name hoard #name requests #names for you

[thistlecatfics]

I kept trying to find a soulmate fic I liked enough to rec, and I just couldn't manage. BUT since Remus and Sirius are soulmates in every universe and my forever OTP, here's a wolfstar rec list featuring one canon-compliant fic, one canon-divergent fic, and a variety of AUs.

Map of the Problematique (D.M.L.E. Evidentiary File 142-3b.) by SullenSiren (lorax) (15k, E)

"He's going to make it a RULE." Before they went their separate ways, Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail shared a flat. The flat had rules. This is how it went.

Buy the Stars by wilteddaisy (taotu) (23k, E)

Sirius Black, respectable pureblood patriarch and heir to the Black family fortune, has a wife and three children at Hogwarts. Defence Against the Dark Arts professor Remus Lupin wrestles with the aging wolf inside of him. When Black offers him a hand, Remus reluctantly takes it.

Recto Verso by zambla (8k, M)

Love in the time of the 1984-5 coal miners' strike. Remus is a geologist working for an independent assessment of a disputed coal mine in his hometown in south Yorkshire during the strike. He meets a communist agitator.

under the blood moon by iamsiriuslyriddikulus @fvckyouimaprophet (40k, E)

A Wizarding War has been raging for several years with no end in sight. When Lily learns how to infuse Dark Magic into her music, Remus and Lily work together to take justice into their own hands.

White Sheets, in the Closet (or: the earth from a great distance is perfect and whole) by tahtahfornow (12k, M)

Remus says: You ever seen the inside of a loony bin. (South Georgia, 1961-1962. Hurried kisses in hostile climates.)

57th Street On Fire by Suchsmallhands (30k, M)

It's the 90's and springtime in New York. Remus is dealing cocaine, Sirius is looking to get high. He felt a twinge of paranoia. He thought, This is a junkie. One way or another. You don’t take walks with people you sell cocaine to. And he might be rich. Do not say yes. He’d never seen grey eyes quite like that before.

The Barking of Dogs by houseofhebrideanblacks (14k, E)

Sirius Black leaves the hospital with a leaflet for NarcAnon. Remus Lupin isn't an alcoholic. They meet at a methodist church in South London, Thursday, 9 pm.

A Dark and Silent Overture by eyra (10k, M)

He was smiling to himself, eyes still closed, and Sirius hadn't known at the time - but by Fifth Year would realise well enough - where this Remus had come from. He was always a little wild, somehow both impossibly distant and blindingly, achingly present, all at once, and in the beginning Sirius had ascribed it entirely to Remus's own innate nature or some sort of slight chemical neurodivergence that made him just a little bit more than the rest of them; a little bit magic, a little bit mad. Freer than the others. A tempest in an otherwise still ocean. The boys at boarding school, told in libraries and cloisters and too much alcohol and the way Remus thinks none of it matters, anyway.

No Bright Line by lady_grey (106k, E)

In which Sirius is a famous actor who has stopped believing in authenticity, Remus is a historian with a complex relationship to memory, and Lily is the brilliant filmmaker who brings them together. James and Harry are there too, although they mostly just want to enjoy the beach.

My other recs for @hprecfest here

(For the lovely folks at @hprecfest, no pressure to reblog this one because I know I'm cheating!)

#thistlecat fic recs #hprecfest2023 #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders

[flonightingayle]

Gwen

Loona poured half a flask of amber liquid into her coffee. She shook the container with a groan before casting it aside. She took a swig of her drink and trudged into the conference room. She took her seat beside Blitzø, kicked her feet onto the table, and whipped out her phone.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Moxxie sneered.

Loona flipped him off.

Blitzø gestured wildly to his scribbles. Loona glanced up. She returned to her phone. Her head jerked up; her eyes were wide.

A crudely drawn hellhound was depicted with the cartoon imps. Loona looked to the real imps across the table. Then, she registered the presence beside her.

A brown and black hellhound sat beside her. Her face was set in stony concentration. Loona noticed her spiked collar and bracelet, which greatly resembled her own. It was as though she was looking at her replacement.

She shot to her feet. All eyes snapped to her. She growled at the newcomer.

“Who the fuck are you?” Loona demanded.

The hellhound rose to her feet. She calmly met Loona’s eye. This outraged the latter even further.

“My name is Gwen. I’m the new field agent. I’ve already met the rest of the team, but I didn’t want to interrupt to introduce myself when you came in. You must be Loona. It’s nice to meet you,” Gwen extended her hand.

Loona slapped it away.

“What the FUCK, BLITZØ?” Loona yelled.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Blitzø asked apprehensively.

“You brought another hellhound in instead of letting ME do the only job I’m good at?” She yelled.

“Nonsense, Loonie Toonie, you’re a perfect secretary!” Blitzø said.

“No, she’s not!” Moxxie replied.

“Moxxie, I swear to Satan, if you don’t shut your whore mouth…” Blitzø snapped, slamming his hands on the table.

He turned to Loona. She scowled at him.

“Loonie, I can’t put you in danger. You’re my BABY! Gwen here is aware of the risks. She signed the death and dismemberment agreement and everything!” He explained.

“So you’re replacing me? After all I’ve done for this company? For YOU?” Loona barked.

“No! Loonie, I would NEVER!” Blitzø cried.

“Stop babying me then! Grow a pair and give me a real job!” She demanded.

“No,” Blitzø said.

“Fuck you!” Loona screamed.

She stormed out, slamming the door.

Blitzø rushed after her.

“So, uh, welcome to I.M.P.,” Millie said awkwardly.

“We’re glad you’re here,” Moxxie agreed stiffly.

“That opinion definitely isn’t unanimous,” Gwen said coolly.

“She’ll come around,” Millie tried with a nervous laugh.

“Either way, it’s not your fault. This isn’t the first time she’s acted like the victim over such petty things,” Moxxie scoffed.

Dozens of corpses littered the ground beyond the portal. The four demons who trudged through it were in mildly better shape. Moxxie and Millie leaned on one another for support. Blitzø nursed his broken arm. Dark blood dripped from Gwen’s nose and mouth; she was already developing a black eye.

“If it wasn’t for your quick thinking, we would have been stains on the sidewalk. Not bad for a newbie,” Blitzø said.

He slapped Gwen on the back. She grimaced.

“What a fucking hero,” Loona growled.

“What do you gain from acting like a sullen teenager?” Gwen sneered.

“Huh?”

“Do you know why I got the job? Because your dad cares about your safety and wellbeing too much to let you do it. We almost died today, and you’re the one bitching? Get over yourself,” Gwen growled.

Moxxie snickered. Millie elbowed him gently.

“He’s not my dad,” Loona replied weakly.

“Are you serious?” Gwen snapped, “You got adopted out of the foster system, didn’t you? I never had that chance. I raised myself, and I did it with integrity. This imp has more love for you in his left pinky finger than I’ve gotten in my whole life. I WISH I was as lucky as you, and you take it for granted. Get. Over. Yourself,” Gwen growled.

A tense silence followed her statement.

“Christ on a stick, this is uncomfortable,” Blitzø said, “Why don’t we get patched up before you two rip each other a new one?”

“Yeah,” Loona agreed, “I-I can do that.”

She flipped open Stolas’s spellbook. She scanned over the pages, determined to avoid Gwen’s stern glare. Finally, she found the correct page, which she read aloud.

The field team’s wounds healed with a series of quick clicks. Blitzø flexed his fingers. Millie tested her weight on her leg. Satisfied, she put it down.

Blood lingered on their torn clothing, but their injuries were mended. Gwen wiped her snout with the back of her arm.

Loona opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She withdrew a bottle of vodka and thrust it towards Gwen.

“Hey, uh…” Loona blushed, “Here. Call it an apology, or a peace offering, or something.”

Gwen looked from the bottle to Loona. She walked over to the coffee pot. Loona lowered the bottle, embarrassed. Gwen grabbed two mugs and returned to the desk. She set the mugs down. Loona’s eyes widened. Gwen gestured to the cups; Loona filled each of them with the clear liquid.

“Cheers,” Gwen grumbled.

“Cheers,” Loona agreed.

The hellhounds drained their mugs. Loona was first to lower her mug; she flipped it onto the desk. Gwen followed suit.

“I respect a hound who can handle her alcohol,” Gwen said.

“Oh, thank Satan,” Blitzø sighed, “I thought I was going to have to put on the bite suit again—I still haven’t recovered from the last time. I’m proud of you Loonie—you literally ripped your old man a new one.”

#helluva boss #helluva boss fanart #helluva fanart #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva boss oc #helluva boss gwen #helluva boss Loona #helluva loona #helluva boss blitzo #helluva blitzo #helluva boss moxxie #helluva Millie #hellhound oc #my art

[borrelia]

why is it hard finding art of fleet thats like 1) not weirdly sexual 2) doesnt have .exe 3) doesnt just make him exe 2.0. like i joke hes a creepypasta but hes really Not. like evil super is angry and killing. he is going for the jugular he is growling and barking. he is NOT toying with people with an impossibly wide smile and doing scary loony tunes hijinks. hes just mad and violent. he sikes ppl out a few times but its like. immediate sike

NONE OF THIS IS THE CREEPYPASTA PLAYING WITH HIS FOOD!!!! like i know everyone gets every character wrong Except Their CEO but CMAHHHNN READ THE COMICSSSS when he's attacking hes GOING AT IT!!

HE FANTASIZES ABOUT BLOWING UP THE WHOLE EARTH HES NOT GONNA DO YOUR STUPID EDGEY VILLAIN MONOLOGUE OR WHATEVER!! HES CHAOS ENERGY MAKE HIM CHAOTIC!!!

#myaa #fleetway sonic #fuck you putting this in the tag for #fleetway super sonic #32222222222222222222222w #<sponge's tag #anyway i KNOW people will get my blorbo wrong but its like. EVERYONE ALL THE TIME #AND THEY DONT EVEN GET THE EASY PART RIGHT... #i gotta make a tier list of Sins Against Fleets Characterization #thinking hes evil as a barista is a different level from thinking hes genghis khangis

[ppperlasz]

GOING INSAAANE AHHAHAHAHAHANABAHAHAAFAAFFAHHAAHHAHHAHAHAAHAHABAHAHNAAGHIING IINSSSAENNEEE ISANANEEE INSASAANNEE GOING INSAAANNNENENENENNE HAHAHAHAHAWNHAHAHAHBABAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAHAANWHWHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA ISNAANNEE INSAANNEE INSANNE GOING INSANNEEE INSANNE INSANE INSANE INSANE INSANE in·sane

/inˈsān/

adjective

adjective: insane

1.

in a state of mind which prevents normal perception, behavior, or social interaction; seriously mentally ill.

"he had gone insane"

Similar:

mentally ill

severely mentally disordered

of unsound mind

certifiable

psychotic

schizophrenic

mad

mad as a hatter

mad as a March hare

deranged

demented

out of one's mind

out of one's head

not in one's right mind

sick in the head

unhinged

unbalanced

unstable

disturbed

crazed

crazy

hysterical

non compos mentis

sectionable

raving mad

stark raving mad

not all there

bonkers

cracked

bats

cuckoo

loony

loopy

nuts

nutty

nutty as a fruitcake

screwy

bananas

off one's rocker

off one's head

off one's chump

off one's nut

off the wall

around the bend

crackers

barmy

batty

barking

barking mad

stark staring mad

off one's trolley

round the twist

as daft as a brush

not the full shilling

away with the fairies

buggy

nutsy

nutso

out of one's tree

wacko

squirrelly

bushed

porangi

Opposite:

sane

(of an action or quality) characterized or caused by madness.

"his eyes glowing with insane fury"

in a state of extreme annoyance or distraction.

"a fly whose buzzing had been driving me insane"

Similar:

mad

crazy

angry

annoyed

irritated

cross

vexed

exasperated

incensed

enraged

aggravated

hot under the collar

foaming at the mouth

spare

crackers

Opposite:

calm

(of an action or policy) extremely foolish; irrational or illogical.

"she had an insane desire to giggle"

Similar:

extremely foolish

idiotic

stupid

silly

senseless

nonsensical

pointless

absurd

ridiculous

ludicrous

farcical

laughable

preposterous

weird

bizarre

fatuous

inane

imbecilic

moronic

asinine

mindless

harebrained

half-baked

ill-conceived

impracticable

untenable

implausible

unreasonable

irrational

illogical

unrealistic

unthinkable

crazy

mad

off beam

way out

full of holes

cock-eyed

daft

barmy

potty

Opposite:

sensible

2.

INFORMAL•US

shocking; outrageous.

"they were making insane amounts of money"

astonishingly good or impressive; amazing.

"those burritos are insane with the lime sauce"in·sane

/inˈsān/

adjective

adjective: insane

1.

in a state of mind which prevents normal perception, behavior, or social interaction; seriously mentally ill.

"he had gone insane"

Similar:

mentally ill

severely mentally disordered

of unsound mind

certifiable

psychotic

schizophrenic

mad

mad as a hatter

mad as a March hare

deranged

demented

out of one's mind

out of one's head

not in one's right mind

sick in the head

unhinged

unbalanced

unstable

disturbed

crazed

crazy

hysterical

non compos mentis

sectionable

raving mad

stark raving mad

not all there

bonkers

cracked

bats

cuckoo

loony

loopy

nuts

nutty

nutty as a fruitcake

screwy

bananas

off one's rocker

off one's head

off one's chump

off one's nut

off the wall

around the bend

crackers

barmy

batty

barking

barking mad

stark staring mad

off one's trolley

round the twist

as daft as a brush

not the full shilling

away with the fairies

buggy

nutsy

nutso

out of one's tree

wacko

squirrelly

bushed

porangi

Opposite:

sane

(of an action or quality) characterized or caused by madness.

"his eyes glowing with insane fury"

in a state of extreme annoyance or distraction.

"a fly whose buzzing had been driving me insane"

Similar:

mad

crazy

angry

annoyed

irritated

cross

vexed

exasperated

incensed

enraged

aggravated

hot under the collar

foaming at the mouth

spare

crackers

Opposite:

calm

(of an action or policy) extremely foolish; irrational or illogical.

"she had an insane desire to giggle"

Similar:

extremely foolish

idiotic

stupid

silly

senseless

nonsensical

pointless

absurd

ridiculous

ludicrous

farcical

laughable

preposterous

weird

bizarre

fatuous

inane

imbecilic

moronic

asinine

mindless

harebrained

half-baked

ill-conceived

impracticable

untenable

implausible

unreasonable

irrational

illogical

unrealistic

unthinkable

crazy

mad

off beam

way out

full of holes

cock-eyed

daft

barmy

potty

Opposite:

sensible

2.

INFORMAL•US

shocking; outrageous.

"they were making insane amounts of money"

astonishingly good or impressive; amazing.

"those burritos are insane with the lime sauce"

#estelle #😁 #i’m so bored 🆘🆘🆘🆘

[vulgarloon]

Hey, sinners (yeah, I'm alive), I have a confession. I found myself redescovering another brotherfucking (heh) ship that makes me feel even more guilty than thorki. So, here goes nothing, I am once again in love with fontcest. Think whatever you want, I might start reposting this stuff sometime soon. Oh there are so many hot fics with fontcest, ugh.. make sure you unsubscribe from me if it's not for you.

IDK what it is with these incest ships that makes me like them. And weirdly enough, it's not even the fact that they are siblings that makes me horny (even though I should admit it kinda adds a bit of a 'forbidden fruit' feeling). The whole idea in real life makes me want to vomit. But in fiction..

Idk, I just.. I really like how Thor and Loki, and Sans and Papyrus compliment each other, you know? How their personalities are almost opposite.

#loony's ships #fontcest #loony barks

[nicoathogwarts]

Inside the Slytherin common room Draco Malfoy was waiting, seemingly to ambush him. “Di Angelo!” He barked like a chihuahua trying to be a pitbull.

Nico groaned “what Draco?” Unfortunately Draco was a few inches taller then Nico which made being intimidating a little harder. Especially when seemingly everyone in the year was taller than him.

“I saw you hanging out with Loony, the Weasley girl and Longbottom. Do you have no sense of house pride?” He sneered.

“Considering you got your arm broken, rightly so, and demanded that the animal be executed because of it. You allow your father to fight your battles for you. You’re top of the class other than that muggleborn you hate so much which reflects terribly on the house as a whole with all the blood supremacy bullshit. You refuse to associate with anyone outside Slytherin making you look like the pretentious asshole you are and you walk around with two goons like you’re in the mafia.” Nico glared at Crabbe and Goyal. 

It’d been more than easy to find out it all, he’d just asked Pansy Parkinson and she’d told him all about the incidents. How anyone found the guy who got turned into a ferret scary Nico had no idea. 

“So no, I don’t and I don’t know why you do when you’re the most pathetic person here but I guess everyone needs to compensate for something.”

“How dare you! Crabbe! Goyal!” Draco retreated back and Crabbe and Goyal both took a step towards Nico.

Nico looked up at them, they looked an awful lot like cyclopses, big and stupid.

Goyle grabbed Nico’s sleeve enough to pull it back to reveal scars upon scars all along his arm. Nico shoved Goyle back “touch me again and I’ll break your nose before you can pull out your wand.” He slipped between them and up to his dorm before anything else could happen.

#nico di angelo #hogwarts au #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo #hoo #pjo x hp #crossover #harry potter au #solangelo

[naivesilver]

YOU DO SURGE AND KIT? OK I HAVE AN IDEA

“look at me,  you’re safe.  and you’re not alone.  and i’ll never let you be alone again.  you understand?”

Surge after Kit finds out she's still alive and ditches Sonic and co

ANON I'LL TRY MY BEST BUT THIS STILL ISN'T REALLY MY SANDPIT OKAY

Also, I think I'll close the prompts now! Thank you to all the people who sent them, they were much appreciated 💝

SOFT(ish) ANGST PROMPTS

Look at me, you’re safe. And you’re not alone. And I’ll never let you be alone again. You understand?

"No," Kit stammers, taking a step back. "I- It can't be. You're not real. They said you were dead."

The ghost - because it must be a ghost, alright, there's no way this is happening, he must have taken a bump on the head - barks out a laugh. Even that sounds horribly on point, too familiar not to send a painful stab through his chest.

"Yeah, they greatly exaggerated that one," she says once she's done laughing, winking at him. "I'm the real deal, kid. We're back in business."

But Kit keeps retreating, shaking his head ferociously. No, he's not falling for this. It must be some sort a trick. Another hypnosis session. Anything. He's not letting himself get fooled so hard again. He's not. He's not.

The ghost seems taken aback by his reaction, though. She stops, brow furrowed, mouth agape, as if he were a piece of machinery refusing to turn on after she's pressed the right button - and then, abruptly, her whole expression changes, and when she speaks again her voice has changed too, more tentative, more even.

"Look at me," she begins, moving towards him. "Eyes on me, kid. Whatever they told you- it was wrong, alright? I'm here. You're safe. You're not alone- and I'll never leave you alone again, you understand? They're gonna have to chain me up if they want that. Got it?"

And that- that sounds too much like the tenrec he was so devoted to, and Kit is so tired, anyway. He's so, so terribly tired of being on his own and surrounded by people who don't understand, and- and it's too much, really, so before he can think better of it he's launching himself at the not-quite-a-ghost to put his hands on it and prevent it from disappearing again.

But it doesn't, and Surge grins that sharp, self-satisfied grin of hers that he remembers so well, and oh, it sounds loony, but Kit had missed this. He'd missed her.

"Great job staying put, brat. Now- let's get our plan back on track, uh?"

#anonymous #ask meme #fanfic #sonic #surge the tenrec #kit the fennec #idw sonic #sonic idw #stepblorbos I guess

[countlessrealities]

@misstantabismuses sent: 📂 + Summer towards Rick (I need her to roast his crush on Silco XD) & 📂 + Rick towards Morty and Summer (retaliation time, maybe concerning their dynamic with Jinx) Multimuse grape vine - Send 📂 for Muse A to comment something about a current thread of Muse B’s

Summer casually shrugs, but there's a sly tingle in her green eyes. Oh, this is going to be fun. It's not every day that she gets a free pass to gossip about Rick of all people. Even if, truth to be told, she usually makes her passes when she really wants to, consequences be damn.

"I've seen Grandpa Rick embarrassing himself, like, a lot. I mean, he's an alcoholic mad scientist with little to no shame, so it's pretty easy to catch him doing weird stuff," she begins, a little knowing grin curling her lips. "Morty and I could, like, tell so many stories...Especially from the time when he's drunk."

She might or might not have a secret folder with pictures and videos she can use for blackmail.

"But him around his new friend? That's a whole new level of embarrassing. Like that one time he got wasted, kissed the guy and then ended up getting kicked out because he said all the wrong things? That's an epic fail if I've ever seen one."

She isn't even exaggerating. She has seen Rick making a fool of himself or being cringe when flirting with people, but the way he acts around Silco is almost new.

"Have you seen how clumsy he gets? Usually Grandpa manages to be charming even when he's being, like, the total opposite, but with Silco he just humiliates himself at times." She chuckles behind her hand. "I've never seen him putting his foot in his mouth so many times in a row. Or, like, making up so many lame excuses to go back to Zaun. Or how hard he tries to show off when he's around the guy." Cue to an eyeroll. "He really can't see that he's coming off as annoying and not enticing."

Her grandfather isn't great with social cues and the fact that he doesn't give a damn about being proper doesn't help. However, it turns out, at times he can't really read the room even when he's actively trying. That explains where Morty got his social skills. Or, rather, lack of.

"And the best thing? He thinks that he's, like, being smooth and all, and that no one knows that he wants in the guy's pants." She huffs. "But instead is super obvious. Even Morty can tell. And I'm pretty sure Silco has to know too, by now, since Grandpa hasn't been subtle at all. I guess he just decided to ignore it to spare them both further embarrassment."

Still, she's been wondering how long it will be before Silco gets fed up with Rick's attempts at flirting and wooing him and tells him to cut it out. Probably not long, if the scientist gets too bold or too insistent.

Great, it seems like Summer just had the time of her life laughing at him on main. He'd tell her that she's a real bitch, but she'd probably take it as a compliment.

"Y-Yeah, sure, have fun mocking me. L-Like I give a shit about anyone's opinion," he claims with a dismissive scoff. "S-She and Morty shouldn't be the ones to talk w-with the little ganging up they've been doing. A-Always getting in fuckin' trouble with the loony firecracker. Sum-Sum forgets quickly how...that I am the one w-who has gotten them out of some reeeeaaaal sticky situations."

His grandkids can take care of themselves, but he'd never pass the chance to scold them for every false step. No matter how hypocritical it might come off.

"An-And have you seen how they act around Jinx? T-They say I embarrass myself, b-but I know exactly what I'm doing. T-Them? Like hell they do," he goes on and his irritated frown is slowly replaced by a smug smirk. "M-Morty looks like a fuckin' lost puppy around her. H-He barks up at Sevika an-and shit, but then he goes hiding behind Jinx. H-He obviously wants to impress her, b-but he's also intimidate, s-so he keeps switching between w-wanting to look cool and being latme. N-Now that is fuckin' embarrassing, i-if you ask me."

Oh yeah, two can play that game.

"An-And Summer? S-She goes around saying that I have a fuckin' crush or-or whatever, b-but she should really shut the fuck up. I-I mean, she is the one crushing. D-Did you see that kiss? L-Like she didn't even have to guts to make it a proper one. S-She kissed Jinx's cheek an-and then called it a 'friendly thank you'." A snort. "F-Fuckin' lame. J-Just like her brother. S-She should be grateful tha-that Jinx isn't great at picking up that stuff, b-because she's failing at being slick. I-It's not courting, i-it's a goddamn comedy show."

#[ ic :: Summer ] #[ ic :: c137 Rick ] #misstantabismuses #[[ gotta love how ruthless Summer can be xD ]] #[[ she just exposed Rick without hesitation xD ]] #[[ also I used that small thread we did as reference ]] #[[ since we currently have no active threads with Rick & Silco ]] #[[ Rick was a jerk about her and Morty but ]] #[[ tbh them being friends with Jinx isn't as embarrassing ]] #[[ so he loses this race even if he wouldn't admit it x3 ]] #[[ even if he managed to throw in a jab at Summer's crush xD ]]

[tobyornotoby]

Quotes underlined in ‘Under Milk Wood’

starless and bible-black,

sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack,

you can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing.

and you alone can hear the invisible starfall, the darkest-before-dawn minutely dewgrazed stir of the black, dabfilled sea

watercolours done by hand,

time passes. listen. time passes.

the glasses of teeth, Thou Shalt Not on the wall,

her lover, tall as the town clock tower, Samson-syrup-gold-maned, whacking thighed and piping hot, thunderbolt-bass’d and barnacle-breasted, flailing up the cockles with his eyes like blow-lamps and scooping low over her lonely loving hotwaterbottled body.

throw away your little bedsocks and your Welsh wool knitted jacket, i will warm the sheets like an electric toaster, i will lie by your side like the Sunday roast.

i will knit you a wallet of forget-me-not blue, for the money to be comfy. i will warm your heart by the fire so you can slip it in under your vest when the shop is closed.

laughs high in his sleep and curls up his close as he sees,

climbs back to bed to eat them cold and sweet under the warm, white clothes while his mother dances in the snow kitchen crying out for her lost currants.

and before you let the sun in, mind it wipes its shoes.

all the spouses are honking like geese and the babies singing opera.

side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box.

but every night of her married life she has been late for school.

who kissed her once by the pig-sty when she wasn’t looking and never kissed her again although she was looking all the time.

remembers his own verses and tells them softly to empty Coronation Street that is rising and raising its blinds.

Llaregyb Hill a molehill seems,

a pygmy to a giant.

small is our River Dewi, Lord,

a baby on a rushy bed.

But let me choose and oh! i should

love all my life and longer.

woken at last by the out-of-bed-sleepy-head-Polly-put-the-kettle-on townhall bell.

where you get that nose from, Lily?

got it from my father, silly.

you’ve got it on upside down!

oh there’s a conk!

here’s your arsenic, dear.

and your weedkiller biscuit.

i’ve throttled your parakeet.

i’ve spat in the vases.

i’ve put cheese in the mouseholes.

here’s your…

…nice tea, dear.

give me my glasses.

no, not my reading glasses, i want to look out. i want to see.

nothing grows in our garden, only washing. and babies. and where’s their fathers live, my love?

oh, isn’t life a terrible thing, thank god?

finds a rhyme and dips his pen in his cocoa.

all over the town, babies and old men are cleaned and put into their broken prams and wheeled on to the sunlit cockled cobbles or out into the backyards under the dancing underclothes, and left.

noses are wiped, heads picked, hair combed. paws scrubbed, ears boxed, and the children are shrilled off to school.

never trust a boy who barks.

oh, i’m a martyr to music.

Evans the Death presses hard with black gloves on the coffin of his breath incase his hearts jumps out.

I can’t read what it says, there’s great clouds blowing. Now they have blown away. God is Love, the text says.

And the girls giggle and master around him and squeal as they clutch and thrash, and he blubbers away downhill with his patched pants falling, and his tear-splashed blush burns all the way as the triumphant bird-like sisters scream with buttons in their claws and the bully brothers hoot after him with his little nickname and his mother’s shame and his father’s wickedness with the loose wild barefoot women of the hovels of the hills. it all means nothing at all,

the sun hums down through the cotton flowers of her dress into the bell of her heart and buzzes in the honey there and couches and kisses, lazyloving and boozed, in her red-berried breast.

listens to the voices of his sixty-six clocks, one for each year of his loony age, and watches, with love, their black and white moony loudlipped faces tocking the earth away:

clocks with no hands for ever drumming out time without ever knowing what time it is.

before the sun comes down i’ll lie there in their arm

for they’re good bad boys from the lonely farms,

the sunny slow lulling afternoon yawns and moons through the dozy town. the sea lolls, laps and idles in, with fishes sleeping in its lap.

he puts on a soft-soaping smile: it is sad and grey under his nicotine-eggyellow weeping walrus Victorian moustache

remember her.

she is forgetting.

the earth which filled her mouth

is vanishing from her.

remember me.

i have forgotten you.

i am going into the darkness of the darkness for ever.

i have forgotten that i was ever born.

to die of drink and agriculture.

i’m fast. i’m a bad lot. god will strike me dead. i’m seventeen. i’ll go to hell.

you just wait! i’ll sin till i blow up!

he grinds his night-teeth, closes his eyes, climbs into his religious trousers, their flies sewn up with cobbler’s thread, and pads out, torched and bibled, grimly, joyfully, into the already sinning dusk.

#under milk wood #poetry #a play in voices #dylan thomas #dylan thomas quotes #under milk wood quotes