#school for monstrous youths

[msweebyness]

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Words (and Gestures) to Avoid

There are certain terms that certain species of monster take offense to, and ones that are sensitive and for particular use. I’ll also include some actions that are offensive. Here’s a list that should be helpful! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Voodoo dolls generally don’t respond well to being called ‘toys’ or ‘stuffies’. It makes them feel like they’re being treated as less than people.

“Boo!” is a polite greeting only when exchanged between all the different species of ghosts. Coming from other monsters, it’s…cringe.

Flower meanings take a great deal of importance to plant monsters, and certain ones should only be used as a nickname in certain circumstances. For example, ‘daisy’ is a term usually reserved for parent to child, and calling someone ‘my rose’ , the flower of love, should only be used by romantic partners.

It’s also disrespectful to call them ‘weeds’, not because it’s belittling, but because it’s dismissive of weeds, which are plants too.

Any name that implicates a zombie is dumb or slow-witted should be avoided. That’s a derogatory and untrue stereotype.

Yeti is the proper name for the species, ‘Abominable’ is a very hurtful term. The same goes for ‘Bigfoot’ with Sasquatches, it’s a nasty nickname humans gave them.

Werewolves may act like big dogs but that doesn’t make it okay to call them ‘mutt’, ‘mongrel’, ‘fleabag’, etc.

Never. Ever. EVER. Refer to any werebeast as a ‘furry’ if you value your life.

Insectoid and arachnid monsters take great issue with being called ‘pests’.

Most demons at the school don’t like being referred to as ‘hellspawn’, it’s a reminder of the life they managed to escape.

“Fishface” should generally be avoided with any monster species native to the water. Also, NEVER offer them seafood.

Derogatory names based on a vampire’s diet such as ‘leech’ or ‘bloodsucker’ are discouraged.

Shrek references of any sort should be avoided with ogres. It’s just old and annoying at this point.

Faeries are hot-blooded so it’s best to avoid calling them things like ‘pixie’ or especially ‘Tinker Bell’. (They don’t particularly have anything against her, it’s just really irritating to lump all fairies under one name.)

Never ask a gargoyle “How’s Quasimodo?”. That movie had inaccurate and stereotypical depictions of gargoyles.

Don’t ask an eastern dragon about wings and breathing fire. It’s culturally insensitive.

Requesting a phantom to sing an opera piece isn’t a funny joke, it’s rude and ignorant.

Stereotypical witch cackles are offensive to actual witches, who aren’t evil.

If you are not someone a werewolf or werecat knows and trusts, DON’T try to pet them!

It’s incredibly disrespectful to act as if you can’t see a ghost when they’re in the room with you.

It’s also unacceptable to imply that robots are heartless and have no emotions. They care like anyone else.

Minotaurs become very angry when you try to provoke them as a matador would, and they WILL charge at you.

Don’t stick your hand into a skeleton. Their bodies and personal space are as important as anyone else’s.

Don’t ask a centaur for a ride, wait until it’s offered.

Be VERY mindful when speaking to an extraterrestrial. You never know what might be offensive.

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #school for monstrous youths #monster high au

[artzychic27]

Have some crack School for Monstrous Youths incorrect quotes

Félix: Think about it, Lucien. You, me. All the control! All the POWER! ALL THE FREE CRUMPETS!

—

Lila: Hey, Alya. You know how you did that ghost force field thing that kept the volcano from cooking us?

Alya: Yes.

Lila: Well, why didn't you use it to save me from that mob?!

Alya: Because, Lila. I don't like you.

—

Jean: *Dramatically* Why, Austin?! Why do the good die young?!

Austin T: Well, usually because I get confused.

—

Kim: Don't make me go savage on your-

Lila: *Interrupting* As I was saying...

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Max: At the rate this monster hunter is finding and arresting us, I predict this cell will be full in... Four hours!

*Two Hours Later, the Akuma Class and Science Kids are all cramped in the prison cell*

Max: Damn, he's working fast!

Vivica: I'm not even in this AU!

—

Lila: Hey, we got to this far. Not bad for a weenie, a dope, and a useless bag of bones with no powers. You figure out the rest.

Rose: Am I the weenie or the bag of bones?

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

#crack #incorrect quotes #school for monstrous youths #monster high #mlb au #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

[imsparky2002]

Sparky's Survey - Cosette

Who's your favorite alternate Cosette? Thanks to @artzychic27 and @msweebyness

#cosette bellamy #cosette #robaire #dawn bellwether #bellwether #minotaur #ghostbuster #turning red #zootopia #class of heroes #class of villainy #monster au #monster #monstrous au #monstrous #school for monstrous youths #creepsters au #creepsters #disney #disneyau #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #poll

[himbofan4444]

Greg had been dying to become popular, but his slender frame and lack of friends heavily detracted from that. He joined the wrestling team as a last ditch effort to gain attention, but he was exceedingly poor at it. One day he went to the coach to ask for help.

“Coach, I think I’m going to quit the team.”

“Why? You have so much potential.”

“To be honest, I don’t care if I have potential. I just want to be popular.”

“Oh you do? Well wrestling should help with that.”

“Not if I never win.”

“What if I made it so you did win?”

“How would you do that?”

“Listen Greg. Nobody knows about this but I have a steroid to help you grow overnight. Would you be interested?”

“What? Overnight? Can I have it now?”

“Hold on tiger. I wanted to give it to you at the lock-in next weekend just to make sure you don’t die. You interested?”

“Of course, sir!”

“Great I’ll see you next weekend then.”

After a week of anticipation, Greg went to the school for the lock-in. He was quickly pulled aside by the coach.

“Here kid. You have to inject it in one of your buttcheeks. Now go.”

Greg shakily pushed the needle into his buttcheek and injected the mysterious liquid. There was no instant effect. He walked to sit in the coach’s office as instructed. The coach sat seated in front of Greg to observe the changes.

“When is it supposed to start working?”

“It takes about twenty minutes I believe.”

They sat in silence until Greg felt a pulsing throughout his body.

“Oh I think I can feel it working.”

He felt his legs and back stretch quickly, his previous 4’11” self left as a 6’4” giant.

“Woah. I’m huge!”

“Oh kid this is just the beginning.”

His face changed rapidly. His once youthful face was replaced with a much more masculine one. His jaw and chin grew massive, his chin gaining a noticeable dimple. His lips grew plump and juicy. His nose grew wider and more prominent. His eyes got smaller and changed to a crystal blue. His eyebrows got thicker and shifted to rest lower on his face. His hair became blonde and grew into a curly mullet. He grew a dense pornstache as well.

His body was the next target. His neck widened significantly and his adam’s apple grew much larger. His shoulders widened and grew more muscular. His traps swelled and started to swallow his neck. His biceps swelled along with his triceps and forearms. His hands grew to double the size and his fingers grew thick and meaty. His once nonexistent pecs changed into huge muscle tits. His nipples got thicker. His lats and back swelled, his whole silhouette gaining significant size. His stomach formed a six-pack. His thighs grew huge, perfect for wrapping around his opponents. They were so large he could not comfortably walk. His calves swelled. His feet changed into an absurd size 20. They were so big he would constantly trip over them. His butt grew fat and fuckable, so that they would jiggle when he walked. His penis grew massive. It expanded to a monstrous uncut 12 inches with huge balls.

“Oh fuck that feels good…”

Greg flinched at hearing his voice. It was comically deep as he was comically large.

“How am I supposed to pass as a middle schooler? I’m huge!”

“You are a middle schooler, but you’re not 12 anymore.”

Greg tried to understand what he was just told but then the mental changes hit him all at once. His once high intellect shrunk to almost nothing. He couldn’t focus on anything except for his dick. He is now coach’s son and star player. He couldn’t pass 7th grade even at 19 years old. He has an IQ of 60 now, too stupid to do anything except wrestle, jerk off, and get fucked by his dad. He grew thick body hair all over, mostly around his armpits, balls, and chest. He gained a strong musk so strong his dad started to gag. Greg, or Gavin now, is the most popular guy at school, even if everyone has to plug their noses when talking to him. Coach hands him his a large hoodie, sweatpants, and huge shoes.

“Go put this on.”

“K Dad.”

Gavin pulls the clothes over his thick muscles, his huge dick and ass accentuated due to the tight fabric. He stomps his foot, causing his thick ass to jiggle hypnotically.

“Dad… I’m hornyyyyyy… Please fuck meee…”

“Gavin you know I can’t right now. I’m on duty. Maybe you should go play with the other kids.”

Gavin smiles and waddles away back to the gym, stumbling over his giant feet. He paws at his monster cock and pulls at his ass. He lifts his buff arm and sticks his face into the dense forest of hair in his armpit. He collapses on the floor and starts to masturbate to his obscene odor. He quickly realizes it’s impossible to smell his pits and wrap both of his hands around his huge cock, making him frustrated. He awkwardly stands up and forces his dick into the wall. He aggressively thrusts into the wall while lapping up the sweat accumulating in his hairy pits. He loudly pants and moans as he approaches climax. He releases copious amounts of cum, not even emptying his huge balls. He howls in pleasure as he falls back onto his fat jiggly ass. He passes out, his cock still sticking straight up.

#musclegrowth #tf #transformation #dumber tf #cock growth #straight to gay

[elryuse]

A Yandere Jeon Heejin x Male Reader please

THIRST

YANDERE JEON HEEJIN X MALE READER

In the bustling halls of Maplewood High School, Heejin reigned as the epitome of popularity. With her flawless looks, captivating charm, and effortless grace, she was adored by many. Yet beneath her radiant facade lurked a dark obsession, one that revolved around her childhood friend, Lee Y/n.

"Yah Stupid Head... Give me your lunch money".

"P-please don't do this to me.. I've never done anything to you.. ".

"How dare you talk back to me... Boys punch him harder.. ".

"No please. Stop... Ahh".

Once inseparable, Heejin and Y/n shared a bond forged in the innocence of youth. However, as they entered high school, Heejin's rise to popularity led her down a path of cruelty. She reveled in her newfound status, using it to belittle and torment Y/n, relishing in his pain as he endured her relentless bullying.

Despite Heejin's transformation into the school's golden girl, her heart ached with an unspoken longing for the boy she had once cherished. But pride and peer pressure kept her from acknowledging her true feelings, and she pushed Y/n further away with each passing day.

Then tragedy struck. A horrific accident shattered the illusion of Heejin's perfect life, leaving her ostracized by her former friends and drowning in a sea of despair. In her darkest hour, it was Y/n who extended a hand of compassion, offering solace amidst the storm of her anguish.

"Stay away from us Heejin... You're ugly as heck... Ahahaha.... C'mon girls let's leave her".

"Girl's please... I'm one of the most popular girls right..."??

"Bitch please... Once we know how fake you were... Your career is basically over".

"Please... I've done everything for this group... For you all... ".

"Let's leave girlsss.. ".

"No... Please.. Don't leave mee...".

"Are you alright Heejin"?

"Y.. Y/n...".?

"C'mon let's get you back on the right track Heejin.. ".

"Y/n...*sobs* I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry... After everything that I've done... I'm sorry... ".

"It's okay... Let's get you home safely now.. ".

"Thank you... Thank you Y/n *hugs him* Thank youu".

As Heejin found herself drawn to Y/n's unwavering kindness, her feelings evolved into something far more consuming. She watched him with a feverish intensity, her heart swelling with a love she could no longer deny. But as her affection deepened, so too did her obsession, spiraling into a dangerous obsession that consumed her every thought.

Determined to make Y/n hers and hers alone, Heejin's actions grew increasingly erratic and possessive. She would go to any lengths to keep him by her side, manipulating situations to isolate him from others and showering him with suffocating affection.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM... HE'S MINE BICTCH... *thud* YOU BETTER STAY AT THAT POSITION, IF YOU DARE TO WOKE UP... I'M GONNA HURT YOU AGAIN.. AND AGAIN.. ".

"please... Help-".

"I SAID SHUR THE FUCK UP".

"y/n...help..m-".

"I WILL MAKE SURE HE FORGETS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YUNA... HIS MEMORIES WIYH YOU WILL BE GONE.. I SHALL TAKE THAT PLACE INSTEAD... BYE BYE SWEETIE AND SWEET DREAMS".

"y/n...agh..uh...hh".

But as Heejin's grip tightened, Y/n began to sense the darkness lurking within her, and fear gnawed at the edges of his heart. Trapped in Heejin's suffocating embrace, he realized that her love had transformed into something monstrous, a twisted obsession that threatened to consume them both.

Caught in the clutches of Heejin's dangerous affection, Y/n could only watch helplessly as the girl he once knew descended further into madness. And in the shadow of her obsession, their once-cherished bond stood on the brink of destruction, a casualty of Heejin's desperate desire to possess him at any cost.

#kpop #kpop x reader #kpop x y/n #x male reader #beautiful #apreciation post #heejin #loona #artms #yandere scenarios #yandere stories #yandere

[polishchuk]

Yukio Mishima as Saint Sebastian (60s)/ Guido Reni - Saint Sebastian, 1615

“I was flipping through one of the last pages of a volume. All of a sudden, from the corner of the next page, there flashed before my eyes an image that I had to assume had lurked there for my benefit alone.

It was a reproduction of Guido Reni’s Saint Sebastian, which figures in the collection of Palazzo Rosso in Genoa.

The trunk of the tree of torment, black and slightly oblique, stood out against the Titianesque background of a gloomy forest and a serene sky, gloomy and distant. A young man of singular loveliness stood bound naked to the trunk of the tree, his arms drawn up, and the straps that clasped his crossed wrists were fastened to the tree itself. No ties of any other kind were discernible, and the only covering of the young man’s nakedness consisted of a rough white cloth that loosely wrapped around his loins.

I imagined that it was a description of a Christian martyrdom. But since it was due to a painter of the eclectic school derived from the Renaissance, even from this painting depicting the death of a Christian saint exuded a strong aroma of paganism. The young man’s body - one could even compare it to that of Antinous, Hadrian’s favorite, whose beauty was so often immortalized in sculpture - bears no trace of the hardships or exhaustion derived from missionary life, which imprint the effigy of other saints: instead, this one uniquely manifests the springtime of youth, uniquely light and pleasure and gracefulness.

That white and incomparable nudity of hers sparkles against a background of twilight. His sinewy arms, the arms of a praetorian accustomed to flex his bow and brandish his sword, are raised in a harmonious curve, and his wrists cross immediately above his head. The face is turned slightly upward and the eyes are wide open, contemplating the glory of heaven with deep tranquility. It is not suffering that hovers over the expanded chest, the taut abdomen, the barely twisted lips, but a flicker of melancholy pleasure like music. Were it not for the arrows with their points stuck in his left armpit and right hip, he would rather look like a Roman athlete relieving fatigue in a garden, leaning against a dark tree.

Arrows have plunged into the heart of the young, pulpy, fragrant flesh, and are about to consume the body from within with flames of heartbreak and supreme ecstasy. But the blood is not gushing out; the swarm of arrows seen in other paintings of St. Sebastian’s martyrdom has not yet raged. Here instead, two lone arrows send their quiet and delicate shadows over the smoothness of the skin, similar to the shadows of a branch falling on a marble staircase.

But all these interpretations and discoveries came later.

That day, the moment I glimpsed the painting, my whole being quivered with pagan joy. My blood roiled in my veins, my loins swelled almost in an emptiness of rage. The monstrous part of me that was close to exploding waited for me to use it with unprecedented ardor, rebuking my ignorance, gasping in outrage. My hands, not at all unconsciously, began a movement I had never learned. I felt something secret, something radiant, launching itself rattily to the assault from within. It erupted suddenly, bringing with it a blinding intoxication....

Some time elapsed and then, in a desolate mood, I looked around at the desk I stood in front of. Outside the window a maple tree was casting a vivid glare everywhere -- on the ink bottle, on school books and notebooks, on the dictionary, on the image of St. Sebastian. Splashes of a dim whiteness appeared here and there - on the title in gold letters of a textbook, on the margin of the inkwell, on an edge of the dictionary. Some objects dripped lazily, others glowed with a dim gleam like the eyes of a dead fish. Fortunately, a reflexive movement of my hand to protect the figure had prevented the volume from soiling.

That was my first ejaculation. And it was also the clumsy and totally unplanned beginning of my “bad habit.”

–Yukio Mishima “Confessions of a Mask”

#yukio mishima #japan aesthetic #saint sebastian #guido reni #aesthetic #art #quotes #confessions of a mask #autumn #painting #dark moodboard #dark academia #japanese writing #homosexual #homoerotic #lovers #eikoh hosoe

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Iowa's starvation strategy

I don’t really buy that “the cruelty is the point.” I’m a materialist. Money talks, bullshit walks. When billionaires fund unimaginably cruel policies, I think the cruelty is a tactic, a way to get the turkeys to vote for Christmas. After all, policies that grow the fortune of the 1% at the expense of the rest of us have a natural 99% disapproval rating.

If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/19/whats-wrong-with-iowa/#replicable-cruelty

So when some monstrous new law or policy comes down the pike, it’s best understood as a way of getting frightened, angry — and often hateful — people to vote for policies that will actively harm them, by claiming that they will harm others — brown and Black people, women, queers, and the “undeserving” poor.

Pro-oligarch policies don’t win democratic support — but policies that inflict harm a ginned-up group of enemies might. Oligarchs need frightened, hateful people to vote for policies that will secure and expand the power of the rich. Cruelty is the tactic. Power is the strategy. The point isn’t cruelty, it’s power:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/25/roe-v-wade-v-abortion/#no-i-in-uterus

But that doesn’t change the fact that the policies are cruel indeed. Take Iowa, whose billionaire-backed far-right legislature is on a tear, a killing spree that includes active collaboration with rapists, through a law that denies abortion care to survivors of rape and forces them to bear and care for their rapists’ babies:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/03/16/us/politics/iowa-kamala-harris-abortion.html

The forced birth movement is part of the wider far-right tactic of standing up for imaginary children (e.g. “the unborn,” fictional victims of Hollywood pedo cabals), and utterly abandons real children: poor kids who can’t afford school lunches, kids in cages, kids victimized by youth pastors, kids forced into child labor, etc.

So Iowa isn’t just a forced birth state, it’s a state where children are now to be starved, literally. The state legislature has just authorized an $18m project to kick people off of SNAP (aka food stamps). 270,000 people in Iowa rely on SNAP: elderly people, disabled people, and parents who can’t feed their kids.

Writing in the Washington Post, Kyle Swenson profiles some of these Iowans, like an elderly woman who visited Lisa Spitler’s food pantry for help and said that state officials had told her that she was only eligible for $23/month in assistance:

https://www.washingtonpost.com/dc-md-va/2023/04/16/iowa-snap-restrictions-food-stamps/

That’s because Iowa governor KimReynolds signed a bill cutting the additional SNAP aid — federally funded, and free to the state taxpayers of Iowa — that had been made available during the lockdown. Since then, food pantries have been left to paper over the cracks in the system, as Iowans begin to starve.

Before the pandemic, Spitler’s food pantry saw 30 new families a month. Now it’s 100 — and growing. Many of these families have been kicked off of SNAP because they failed to complete useless and confusing paperwork, or did so but missed the short deadlines now imposed by the state. For example, people with permanent disabilities and elderly people who no longer work must continuously file new paperwork confirming that their income hasn’t changed. Their income never changes.

SNAP recipients often work, borrow from relations, and visit food pantries, and still can’t make ends meet, like Amy Cunningham, a 31 year old mother of four in Charlton. She works at a Subway, has tapped her relatives for all they can afford, and relies on her $594/month in SNAP to keep her kids from going hungry. She missed her notice of an annual review and was kicked off the program. Getting kicked off took an instant. Getting reinstated took a starving eternity.

Iowa has a budget surplus of $1.91B. This doesn’t stop ghouls like Iowa House speaker Pat Grassley (a born-rich nepobaby whose grandpa is Senator Chuck Grassley) from claiming that the cuts were a necessity: “[SNAP is] growing within the budget, and are putting pressure on us being able to fund other priorities.”

Grassley’s caucus passed legislation on Jan 30 to kick people off of SNAP if their combined assets, including their work vehicle, total to more than $15,000. SNAP recipients will be subject to invasive means-testing and verification, which will raise the cost of administering SNAP from $2.2m to $18m. Anyone who gets flagged by the system has 10 days to respond or they’ll be kicked off of SNAP.

The state GOP justifies this by claiming that SNAP has an “error rate” of 11.81%. But that “error rate” includes people who were kicked off SNAP erroneously, a circumstance that is much more common than fraud, which is almost nonexistent in SNAP programs. Iowa’s error rate is in line with the national average.

Iowa’s pro-starvation law was authored by a conservative dark-money “think tank” based in Florida: the Opportunity Solutions Project, the lobbying arm of Foundation For Government Accountability, run by Tarren Bragdon, a Maine politician with a knack for getting money from the Koch Network and the DeVos family for projects that punish, humiliate and kill marginalized people. The Iowa bill mirrors provisions passed in Kentucky, Kansas, Wisconsin and elsewhere — and goes beyond them.

The law was wildly unpopular, but it passed anyway. It’s part of the GOP’s push for massive increases in government spending and bureaucracy — but only when those increases go to punishing poor people, policing poor people, jailing poor people, and spying on poor people. It’s truly amazing that the “party of small government” would increase bureaucratic spending to administer SNAP by 800% — and do it with a straight face.

In his essay “The Utopia of Rules,” David Graeber (Rest in Power) described this pathology: just a couple decades ago, the right told us that our biggest threat was Soviet expansion, which would end the “American way of life” and replace it with a dismal world where you spent endless hours filling in pointless forms, endured hunger and substandard housing, and shopped at identical stores that all carried the same goods:

https://memex.craphound.com/2015/02/02/david-graebers-the-utopia-of-rules-on-technology-stupidity-and-the-secret-joys-of-bureaucracy/

A society that can’t feed, house and educate its residents is a failed state. America’s inability to do politics without giving corporations a fat and undeserved share is immiserating an ever-larger share of its people. Federally, SNAP is under huge stress, thanks to the “public-private partnership” at the root of a badly needed “digital overhaul” of the program.

Writing for The American Prospect, Luke Goldstein describes how the USDA changed SNAP rules to let people pay with SNAP for groceries ordered online, as a way to deal with the growing problem of food deserts in poor and rural communities:

https://prospect.org/health/2023-04-19-retail-surveils-food-stamp-users/

It’s a good idea — in theory. But it was sabotaged from the start: first, the proposed rule was altered to ban paying for delivery costs with SNAP, meaning that anyone who ordered food online would have to use scarce cash reserves to pay delivery fees. Then, the USDA declined to negotiate discounts on behalf of the 40 million SNAP users. Finally, the SNAP ecommerce rules don’t include any privacy protections, which will be a bonanza for shadowy data-brokers, who’ll mine SNAP recipients’ data to create marketing lists for scammers, predatory lenders, and other bottom-feeder:

https://www.democraticmedia.org/sites/default/files/field/public-files/2020/cdd_snap_report_ff.pdf

The GOP’s best weapon in this war is statistical illiteracy. While racist, sexist and queerphobic policies mean that marginalized people are more likely than white people to be poor, America’s large population of white people — including elderly white people who are the immovable core of the GOP base — means that policies that target poor people inevitably inflict vast harms on the GOP’s most devoted followers.

Getting these turkeys to vote for Christmas is a sound investment for the ultra-rich, who claim a larger share of the American pie every year. The rich may or may not be racist, or sexist, or queerphobic — some of them surely are — but the reason they pour money into campaigns to stoke divisions among working people isn’t because they get off on hatred. The hatred is a tactic. The cruelty is a tactic. The strategic goal is wealth and power.

Tomorrow (Apr 21), I’m speaking in Chicago at the Stigler Center’s Antitrust and Competition Conference. This weekend (Apr 22/23), I’m at the LA Times Festival of Books.

[Image ID: The Iowa state-house. On the right side of the steps is an engraved drawing of Oliver Twist, holding out his porridge bowl. On the left side is the cook, denying him an extra portion. Peeking out from behind the dome is a business-man in a suit with a dollar-sign-emblazoned money-bag for a head.]

Image: Iqkotze (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Iowa_State_Capitol_April_2010.jpg

CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/deed.en

#pluralistic #ecommerce #Foundation for Government Accountability #fga #iowa #florida #ebt #david graeber #utopia of rules #big government #usda #surveillance #cruelty #gop #devos #starvation #food stamps #snap #koch network #Tarren Bragdon #state policy network

[orangerosebush]

What tickles me about the first book in the AF series emphasizing Artemis' vampiric appearance is that you could argue that he is one, in a sense. Here is an excerpt from Nina Auerbach's Our Vampires, Ourselves:

Auerbach's musing that "[vampires] are disturbingly close to the morals they prey on [...] vampires are neither inhuman nor nonhuman nor all-too-human" is what strikes me here. In many ways, vampires are monsters that lurk within human bodies and under human faces -- which reflects how although Artemis may appear human (and is, uncontestably, human at the start of the series), his nature puts him at the most remote border of the category. The reaction that many human background characters have to Artemis (until ~TOC) is to shudder!

For example, in AF, you have the following:

“Nguyen had heard the name Fowl before—who hadn’t in the international underworld?—but he’d assumed he’d be dealing with Artemis senior, not this boy. Though the word “boy” hardly seemed to do this gaunt individual justice.”

Then, in TEC:

“The waitress scurried to the kitchen, relieved to escape from the pale youth [Artemis] at table six. She’d seen a vampire movie once. The undead creature had the very same hypnotic stare. ”

Artemis is equally ill-fitted to human society as he is to fairy society. It's true that in the first book, Artemis plays up what makes him unsettling to give off that impression of having something powerful and monstrous barely contained beneath a feeble human exterior. The only way for him to command respect as the current heir to the Fowl name is to imply through behavior that appearances are not what they seem; to imply that despite his age, he is of equal importance and power to his (presumed) late father. But Artemis' strangeness transcends performance. He is, by nature, uncanny to those who receive him.

This is what Sigmund Freud says of this quality in his essay The Uncanny (trans. David McLintock)

But Artemis' vampirism goes beyond character, it is also behavioral. If he is a vampire, what does he vampirize? Artemis is, to put it bluntly, skilled at being the heir to a criminal empire. The Fowls have sustained themselves by draining the world around them of wealth the second they came into existence. And how did they come into existence? By stepping onto the shores of Ireland during the Anglo-Norman invasion! We aren't given much in the way of lore for the Fowls, but they are implied to be old money. That historical power, in turn, implies at least some sort of relationship to British colonial activity in Ireland.

Further, the Fowls have maintained their power over the years by leeching off of the physical power and protection offered by the Butlers. Until Colfer starts allowing Butler's character to grow beyond his employment, his dynamic with Artemis is weirdly reminiscent of a vampire and familiar; the world that Butler gives Artemis access to isn't the day, but rather the adult world. When Artemis' parents are out of the picture in the first book, the only reason Artemis is able to "prey" upon the People is because Butler acts where and when Artemis cannot.

Not to mention -- and I say this with love -- Artemis can be a bit of an energy vampire. He delights in antagonizing, he relishes in drawing out a triumph over an enemy. For example, by the second book, Artemis has driven a handful of school-provided therapists to quit from how drained their interactions with Artemis left them; Artemis is remarkably good at teasing out what would get under one's skin the most.

There's also the matter of Artemis draining some of Holly's/No1's/Hybras' magic in TLC. Although there isn't a scene in the series of Artemis drinking blood, I think that theft of magic can invoke a similar effect in Auerbach's framework.

#artemis fowl

[gaypyro]

Rating the New Champions Variant Covers

So marvel recently revealed a bunch of Varient Covers of "What if every hero had a sidekick/youth counterpart" and while I love most of the designs, some definately are better then others

#22

I hate the Vision Design and I dont know why. Something just feels fundamentally off about it/ Maybe its the fact its a pitch white, skintight 8 year old? Maybe its the posing? The Debris? IDK Man is feels weird.

#21

and

#20

These two get paired together for a single reason

It's just Billy and Teddy. I love Billy and Teddy, their some of the only actual Gay Men in Marvel, but come one guys. Certainly you can do a young Dr. Strange and Young Hulk thats different? Strange goes higher if only because I like the art more, the Young Hulk I just dislike entirely

#19

Speaking of uninspired, the only reason Miles is above Billy & Teddy is that at least shes a different gender then her mainline counterpart. Other then that its probably the laziest design here. Also, you may notice the webbing seems off, that will be a recurring trend here where limbs or background elements were layered improperly or something.

#18

I actually really like this character design. It looks like a fun character in a superhero elementry school spin-off book. The only issue um... thats Storm. Its the next gen Storm and she's white. That's basically my only issue, and why shes above the 3 I actively somewhat dislike designwise, but... Storm is one the premiere Black Superheros. Having her next gen counterpart be white feels so weird. I

#17

On one hand, I can 100% see normal Deadpool wearing this. On the other, the My Boy adds way to much charm for me to rate it with the other uninspired ones, and at least I dont feel like its whitewashing anything. We are at the point where I'd unironically love to see any of these designs in a book, even if its an Elseworld instead of main universe one.

#16

Teen Female Wolverine has been done to death, but I do like how this one goes for a more monstrous Angle compared to Laura and Gabby. The tattered, beast up costumes, beastial feet, large Ponytail giving off the deelling of a mane, nasty looking teeth, and BONE CLAWS very much makes it feel more like a feral forest mutant then the more clean, assassin design Laura had.

#15

The big thing I like here is it isn't a reimagining of Carol Danvers current, captain marvel outfit, but her Miss Marvel ones. We already have Kamala for a new gen version of Carols current design, so a reimigining of the old one, in a way that doesn't feel super fetishy is nice. First I thought it was a dude, but it might be a girl? Unsure.

#14

I really love this design, but it doesn't really scream Black Panther... and I honestly dont care. I love bright colors, makes my brain go byr, and the fact she has a completely different powerset most likely intrigues me.

#13

I have a weakness for fishpeople of all types ok? I find the designs naturally appealing. Even still, Starlord's Chibi Starfish Successor is neat, but not amazing. The ideas done a lot better later on.

#12

He looks like he is having so much fun with his Mentor. I also like how, unlike everyone else, Black Cat's Apprentice is kinda chubby. I don't know man he just seems like he'd be a fun guy to hang out with at college.

#11

Whats better then a succesor to one hero? a Succesor to TWO HEROES! The Captain America Succesor I feel very much has some elements of Wasp design, and I always am down for High Tech Wingspans even if they weren't intentionally going for it.

#10

Instead of being the Scarlet witch they made her the Magenta Witch. All in all I just really like the sorta sorceror design, especially the chosen color scheme. Also ghostly mystical fire is fun you should follow it into the swamp.

#9

Listen I love this design. Its in the top 10 for a reason but man... that arm. Every time I see the image I cant help but notice how insanely small his arm is, like he was supposed to have both arms resting but they decided "Have him twirl a stake so people know its blade."

#8

Moon Squire is here to kick ass and pass third grade math! I just like the Cowl mixed with baseball cap design lol. Moon Knight always fucking kills it with the drip though so im not surprised.

#7

A Friend told me It's Gwen Tennyson cosplaying Magneto and now I cant not see it. I do like that shes implied to have a different powerset then Eric as well, always fun when they did that.

#6

The better Chibi Venom. Only missed the top 5 since I dont think he'd be able to carry a book as the main protag, he is the perfect sidekick though. Just this mildly creepy cutie pootie handing with the fairly creepy Symbiote. After Extreme Venomverse shouldn't be surprised the Venom varient is amazing, but I am suprised thats the direction they went.

#5

If Next Gen Storm and Next Gen Moon Knight are in the Elementary School book, Wee-Hulk is the main god damn character. She's just a very fun little kid hulk, I especially love how shes doing the Iconic "She-Hulk holds a Car Above her head" pose with an electric scooter.

#4

Listen, Non-Binery Latin America Iron Man with the Criminally Underused Grey Armor design is great. They gpt Green Hair, Pronouns, and the backing of Americas #1 Arms Dealer, ready to take on the world!

#3

The Thing has become one of them Yancy Street Kids, and the Fantastic Four are his gang. I just love the design, Spiky Rock person is always a favorite of mine.

#2

Miku Ghost Rider. On Roller Skates. With a fucking Hellfire Flail. I am imagining she has an entire like, Magical Girl Transformation Sequence whenever she transforms, just with a lot more demons and fire then normal.

#1

Listen, I get it. Legs dont bend like that. She is objectively less creative then the last 3 or 4. But, I like Crows. I like Ravens. I like Thor. And this Thor looks like she wont take any of Odins BS when he goes shit dad mode.

#Marvel #Marvel Comics #Variant Covers #Trigger Warning: Whitewashing #Vision #Dr. Strange #Hulk #Black Cat Marvel #Black Panther Marvel #Iron man #Miles Morales #Spider-Man #Miss Marvel #Captain Marvel #Carol Danvers #Thor Marvel #Ghost Rider #The Thing Marvel #She-Hulk #Moon Knight #Venom Marvel #Magneto #Scarlet Witch #Blade Marvel #Captain America #Starlord #Deadpool #Wolverine Marvel

[mediocre-writerr]

are you real? [wanda maximoff]

summary: it’s been a long time since you were just two kids with an undeniable bound, falling further and further into some uncharted feelings; chapter 3 of ‘tis the damn season

warnings: explicit language, otherwise none?

pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

part 1 / part 2 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

Winter Break - 11 years ago

You and Wanda fell into a simple routine the rest of winter break. You spent mornings on your front porch drinking hot chocolates and reading in a comfortable silence. Some days Pietro and the rest of the boys joined the two of you, but most of the time it was just you and her, and you weren’t complaining. 

Wanda and Pietro’s dad, despite being so busy at the Christmas tree farm that they owned, caught on fairly quickly that his children’s friend group earned another member. He showed up on our doorstep, Wanda right behind him, holding a large pot. A pot full of fresh paprikash, you didn’t know what it was, but Wanda quickly reassured you that it was the most delicious food you’d ever taste. As you looked at your parents compared to him, your parents were surprisingly young, not too much younger, but young. Yet, his smile was wide and youthful just like Wanda and Pietro’s. 

Your mom poured a glass of wine and the three adults sat out on the kitchen island chatting while the two of you eavesdropped from the couch. It was nothing too exciting, just your classic I’ll keep an eye on them, if she’s ever over. Your parents seemed to take quite a liking to the older man, “Well, maybe now we can get a discount on a fresh Christmas tree,” your mom jokes, causing your dad to chuckle. 

When you weren’t taking lessons on how to be a better ice skater, you were traveling not too far out of town to the slopes. Sam’s parents owned the small lodge up there, so some days you and the rest of the gang would hitch a ride with his parents and spend the whole day snowboarding. 

“I hope you can snowboard better than you can ice skate, Y/L/N,” Wanda nudged your shoulder as you waited in line for the chairlift. The rest of the boys in their own little world talking about some video game that just came out recently.

You let out a small scoff, “Excuse me, Ms. Maximoff, I for one happen to be actually pretty good at snowboarding. And you were pretty amazed at how better I gotten at ice skating yesterday,” 

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she commented as the two of you got on the chairlift.

The two of you sit in a soft comfortable silence, before you break it, a random thought appearing in your head, “Hey Wanda?” she hums softly in response, “Why isn’t your mom around a lot?” 

You noticed the way her body goes stiff. She clears her throat, “Yeah, well, she’s dead, Y/N.” 

“Oh…I uh, I’m so sorry…” you drew out, not sure about what to say. You mentally face palmed yourself because you know that saying sorry is probably the last thing she wants to hear. 

“No, It’s okay. It happened a couple years ago, but besides my friends, kids at school still act weird about it. Probably because all of them still have both their parents. So, honestly, I’d rather take your questions than you being all weird about,” she reassures you, “Now are you ready to show me that you can actually snowboard?” she teases with a bright smile. 

I threw the goggles onto my face, strapped my feet into the board’s binding, and stared out at the monstrous slope. Your adrenaline was coursing through your veins faster than the speed of lightning, “Prepared to be amazed, Maximoff,” 

“I have learned that you’ll probably continue to amaze me, Y/L/N,” 

Wanda was fast becoming your favorite person. And you’re pretty sure she felt the same way. You and Wanda spent most of your time on the slopes or on the ice skating rink. On the days where the wind was too blistering, you’d hole up in your basement with the heater on full blast. You and Wanda would flop down on the gray sectional sofa with a mug full of hot chocolate and on occasions leftover paprikash or whatever Sokovian dish Oleg made the night before. Depending on the day, you’d either put on a movie or listen to records off your dad’s old record player. 

You’d take turns playing different movies or listening to different albums. But one day, she brought up the guitar that sat in the corner of the room. You took a bite of the paprikash to avoid answering about it, but it only caused her eyebrows to raise and a teasing smile on her lips, “You can play it, can’t you?” 

“I dabble,” you responded with a mouth full of food. 

“Play me something,” 

You’ve never played for anyone else before, always denying anyone’s request for any song whatever the occasion was. But for some reason, you just can’t say no to her. Setting the hot bowl onto the small coffee table in front of you, you grab the acoustic guitar, and bring it over to the couch. The brunette sits in front of you criss-cross applesauce with an excited smile on her face. 

The familiar chords flew off your fingertips with such ease and the soft words of you singing filled the room softly. Your heartbeat is racing a mile a minute, faster than it was when you were snowboarding down the hill with the risk of breaking a limb at any time, “Forever the name on my lips, just like our last.”

You finish singing with a breathy chuckle, “I started playing guitar right after Taylor Swift came out with Speak Now last year. I wanted to be just like her and that was the first song I’ve ever learned, but my mom was like you don’t understand the meaning of this song. But that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it,” All she did was just smile at you, “What?” you ask.

“Are you even real?” she whispered with the brightest smile on her face. 

Winter Break - 9 years ago

The rest of eighth grade wasn’t too exciting. You adjusted to your new school with ease with help of your new friends, but especially Wanda. Your routine didn’t stop after winter break, your parents and Oleg would always joke, saying that if you found Wanda, Y/N wouldn’t be too far behind. 

Your first year of high school wasn’t anything special either. Except, the boys' voices were growing deeper and you and Wanda’s body were changing. Wanda came to your house crying one day because she went to use the bathroom and found blood staining her underwear. Oleg forgot to mention to her that that happens to girls sometimes, and practically begged your mom to teach her about it. And she did. Ever since that day going forward, your mom thought of Wanda as her second daughter. 

It was the first day of winter break. Surprisingly, the winter air wasn’t as cold as the last couple years. The lake still in its liquid form, the boys thought it would be the perfect time to introduce you to Westview’s age old tradition. You all cut through the trail between your guys’ properties, all the way to Steve’s house from school. A small little boat stood tied up to the dock. 

Wanda reached her hand out to help you, and a hot current of electricity buzzed from your fingers to your neck. 

What the hell was that?

Steve drove us a little north of the docks, passing by all the neighborhood docks and towards the other end of the lake, “This, Y/N, is Westview Point,” Bucky declared, helping Steve tie the boat to the small dock on the shoreline, “High school kids do this every year, if the lake isn’t frozen solid by winter break. Unfortunately, we couldn’t participate in our freshman year since the lake was already rock hard.”  

“It’s totally safe to jump. High school kids have been doing it for years,” Scott adds on. 

The boys start stripping down their many layers of clothing, but you were only focused on the tall cliff in front of you. The color from your face slowly fading, “You don’t have to,” Wanda reassures, “I’ll stay here with you.” 

“No it’s okay, I can do this.” You slowly started to strip out of your hoodie and sweatpants, your body being hit by the crisp winter wind that loomed around the small town. You slowly stopped in your place when you noticed Wanda stripping down to. She was wearing a dark red bikini and you were caught off guard by how stunning she looked. How have you not noticed it before? 

With a clear of your throat, you hopped off the boat, and you climbed the large cliff with Wanda right behind you. Each one of the boys, jumping into the freezing cold water down below. A chorus of screams and curses fell from their lips as they resurfaced, “Holy shit! That’s cold!” Sam yelled, “C’mon girls, don’t back out on us now!” 

Your stomach twisted, it was a lot higher up here than it actually looks, “You want to go back the way we came down?” she whispers to you softly, “You don’t have to prove anything to these guys. They’re stupid and will probably get pneumonia. But if you really want to do this, we’ll do it together. We’ll hold hands and we’ll jump together.” 

“Swear?” you ask, sticking your pinky up.

The brunette chuckled softly, interlocking your pinkies together, “Swear.” She let go of your hand for a split second before threading her fingers through yours, “Together,” 

You drop like an anvil falling out of the sky. It was an uncomfortable sensation at first. The freezing cold water felt like it was burning on your skin. You kicked up, breaking through the water, and letting out a chatter of curses. You and Wanda swim back to the boat, using the little ladder to haul yourselves up, while the boys run back towards the cliff to jump again. She wrapped you tightly in a towel, tucking you into it to try and keep you warm, before she even wrapped a towel around herself. 

Wanda wrapped the towel around herself before moving to sit next to the bench beside you, your thighs pressed together. The brunette stares at you intently, the green in her eyes suddenly becoming your favorite color, “Hold on, you’ve got an eyelash on your cheek,” Wanda’s freezing cold thumb finds your cheek, as the pads of it gently rub the eyelash off. Your eyes flicker down to her lips and the small little crease on the top lip. 

Well, this is a new feeling. 

“I got it,” she whispered, her breath warm against her chilly cheeks. 

Before you can even stop the words from falling from your mouth, they come out anyway, “Where are your freckles?” you whisper.

“The clouds have been covering the sky recently, so the sun hasn’t gotten a chance to bring them back out,” she shrugged, “Don’t worry though, they’ll be back. Honestly, I didn’t think anyone really paid attention to my freckles,” 

“I pay attention to everything about you, Wands,” 

Christmas is a big deal in Westview is what you’ve recently learned. So to signify Christmas coming soon, the very first day of winter break they have an impressive firework display for the small town. You and your friends stayed on the north end of the lake, sitting in the boat. Your hoodies snuggled close to your bodies, while eating some random snacks that you guys packed. 

Another boat pulled up next to us and you recognized some other kids from school: Valkyrie, Thor, Loki, T’Challa, Shuri, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, and Daisy Johnson. Scott warned that he invited some other kids from school, but you completely forgot after that moment with Wanda. Daisy smiled at you softly as she hopped onto Steve’s boat. 

You knew Daisy from your science class, she was your lab partner. She has short brown hair and these piercing brown eyes that you could get lost in. You could get lost in them, if you weren’t addicted to those god damn green eyes. You were always addicted to her, it’s just all becoming clearer now. 

Taking advantage of the darkening sky you watch over Wanda. She was listening to Thor rant about something that happened over the football season; a story that you’ve heard a million times. Her hair was naturally wavy and thick, and she kept having to tuck it behind her ear. Her lips were perfect and you caught yourself wondering if your lips would be like two puzzle pieces meeting for the very first time. You sit quietly at your revelation as she just nodded along to his story, the thought of her lips on your causing you to shiver. 

“Are you cold?” Daisy asks, breaking you away from your thoughts, and honestly you didn’t even notice her sitting next to you until now.

“A little bit,” you admitted. 

Wanda eyes trailed over to where you were sitting, and she watched as Daisy pulled her black hoodie off her body and passed it to you. It felt like a blade had stabbed through her heart, as she saw you throw it on. It struck her hard and out of nowhere, like the bust that hit Regina George, but she had no idea why the sight of you putting on Daisy’s sweatshirt made her want to puke. 

“You okay, Wanda?” Bucky asked, catching her staring wide at you and Daisy. 

Your eyes flew to Wanda's, staring at her curiously, “Oh yeah I’m fine!” 

“Can we please do something that does not involve Thor ranting about a story for the millionth time?” Valkyrie asks. 

“What did you have in mind?” Sam asked.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” There was a chorus of yes’s and sure’s running around the boat, “Alright perfect! Bucky, truth or dare?” 

“Dare,” he said with a smug smile on his face.

Valkyrie’s eyes glistened with mischief, “I dare you to kiss Steve,” 

“Ha, jokes on you, we do this every day.” Bucky quipped, as he took Steve’s face in his hands and gave him a big peck on the lips. 

The game went on just like that. A bunch of crazy dares and spilled  truths. Until it was Wanda’s turn again. Loki had a smug smirk on his face as she answered with dare, “Wanda, I dare you to kiss Y/N.”

You feel your whole body stiffen and from right next to you, you could feel Daisy’s body stiffen slightly. Wanda’s piercing green eyes were staring daggers into Loki. There were a few tense moments where neither of them were backing down, “C’mon Wanda, it’s a game, it doesn’t have to mean anything more than what it is.”

“Fuck off, Loki,” she muttered, a rush of red rising past her neck and up her cheeks. 

You look down at your hands, your stomach lurching at the thought of her not wanting to kiss you, “Nice job guys, you embarrassed her.” Daisy pointed out, causing everyone’s eyes to snap to yours, “I’ll kiss her because Wanda won’t,”

Daisy leaned forward, taking my face into her soft hands, and moved her face closer to hers, “Is this okay?” she whispered, her lips inches away from yours. You didn’t know what to say, you wanted to kiss Wanda, but she flat out rejected you, so you nod because it’ll be a good distraction to take your mind off of her. Her lips were soft and warm and tasted of vanilla. Then it was over. She pulled back her lips still inches away from your face, “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to do that.” 

“You snooze, you lose Wanda,” Loki shrugged, when Daisy finally pulled away far enough. Wanda watched you silently, her face still red, and you looked away, turning your head to the next person’s truth or dare. 

That was your first kiss, but your mind was still haunted by the fact that it wasn’t from Wanda, and she didn’t even want to kiss you, not even with a dare. 

Bucky’s gaze flew back and forth on the two of you, like a spectator at a tennis match. The fireworks started, booms echoing around the lake, and he watched as Wanda shot daggers into Daisy’s arm that was now wrapped around your shoulder to ‘keep you warm’. Bucky fell onto the bench next to Wanda, “Little Wanda has a crush,” he teased, only to get an elbow to the stomach to which he let out a small groan, “Yep, okay, I deserved that. But Wanda, if you want to be with her, you need to act fast, or someone else will.”

The first few days of winter break flew by in a flash. The kiss that didn’t happen wasn’t long forgotten from your mind, but neither of you brought it up, and you fell silent back into your easy routine. 

The truth was, you went on a couple dates with Daisy. A couple dinner dates to the local diner, but that was it. You mentioned it to Wanda once, but she never seemed keen about talking about it. 

You and Wanda sat in your basement, your dad’s vinyls playing softly around the room. You were fiddling with the strings of your guitar on the floor,  as Wanda just laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, “How are your dates with Daisy going?”

You froze, clearing your throat and finally coming to your senses, you started fiddling with the strings once more, “They’re okay, there’s not much to really say.” 

“Do you like her?” she asked. 

You shrugged, even though she was still staring up at the ceiling, “She’s okay. We’ve only been on two dates, so I wouldn’t say we’re itching to get hitched.” 

“You didn’t tell me about the second one.” 

“I didn’t think you would care and besides I like someone else more, so-” you trailed off. She never told you about her crushes, so why did it matter if you told her yours? 

Wanda tapped your shoulder with her foot, “I do care.”

There were a few soft knocks on your bedroom window, awaking you from your peaceful slumber. Snow piled onto the ground and fluffy piles, as Wanda stood outside bundled up in clothing, and a small wrapped gift in her hands. She gestured towards the front door and you quickly ran to the front door, your bare feet pattering softly against the cold wood floor, careful not to wake up your parents. 

“Merry Christmas Y/N!” she replied with a bright smile on her face. She places the present down on the small little coffee table outside, before wrapping her arms snuggly around you, just like she always would. You closed your eyes briefly, taking in her scent of vanilla, cinnamon,m and a slight smell of fresh Christmas trees.

You step out of the way, quickly letting her inside, when you notice how cold she actually was. The two of you settle onto the couch and she hands you two presents wrapped in this white wrapping paper with Christmas trees, and it was tied with a red ribbon. You opened the first one carefully, inside was a small wooden frame holding a photo of you two. The two of you were sitting on the ski lift, your snowboards attached to your feet, both squinting at the sun that was somehow brighter with the white snow, there was a shy smile on Wanda’s face and a toothy grin on yours. 

“I love this photo,” you whisper.

“I’m glad you think so,” she replied, before handing you the other present. It was slightly larger than the other one, but you don’t think anything can compare to the first one she gave you. You unwrapped the gift to find a record in it. Taylor Swift’s big flowy purple dress flashed in front of your eyes, “I know your dad’s collection of vinyls are lacking some Taylor Swift, so I found this at a thrift store a little closer to the city, and practically begged Dad to get it,” she shrugged.

“Wanda, I love it. Thank you,” you said, hugging the two presents close to your chest, “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” 

You race upstairs to find your brown paper wrapped gift for Wanda, sitting on your desk. A dark green bow placed on top of the thick gift. You bit your lip as you watched her remove the bow, placing it on top of your head, causing the both of you to giggle. She tore off the paper and revealed the piles of HGTV magazines. 

She looked up at you with those green eyes and a soft smile sprayed across her face, “Definitely the best gift I got this year. I don’t have to open any of my other gifts because I know this one is the best.” 

You let out a sigh of relief, “Swear?” She took your extended pinky and intertwined it between the two of you. 

“Swear. You know, sometimes I think no one gets me the way you do,” she says, the pink on her cheeks deepening to maroon. Her eyes flicked down to your mouth and you leaned a tiny bit closer, “Do you ever get that feeling?”  

Your mouth felt dry and you subconsciously ran your tongue over your top lip. Her gaze followed its path, and you could see her swallow thickly, “Yeah,” you whisper, intertwining your already linked hands together, hoping that she would just get the message and kiss you already.

But she didn’t. It was as if someone snapped and her hypnosis wore off, “I don’t want to mess that up. Ever.” she whispered. 

The phone started ringing, “Do you mind getting that? I have to pee.” you tell her and she just nods, the both of you putting distance back between yourselves. When you came back from the bathroom, Wanda held the phone towards you, an unreadable look on her face, “Hello?” 

“Merry Christmas Y/N!” Daisy’s voice rings through your ear and your eyes flash towards Wanda’s. She busied herself with the kitchen, finding ingredients to make for you and your family for breakfast, “I just wanted to say hi and tomorrow night, a few of my friends are coming over as this late Christmas thing. I was wondering if you wanted to stop by and hang out with us?” 

Your eyes found Wanda’s who wasn’t making eye contact with you anymore, “Sure yeah,” 

“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow then. Have a great day!” 

“Thanks, you too. Merry Christmas.” 

Wanda found your guys’ mixing bowl and started whisking together some pancakes, which you gladly took over, so she could focus on the eggs and bacon, “Was that star volleyball player Daisy Johnson?” she teased, a smirk on her face, and you gave her a look. 

“Haha, very funny,” you tell her.

“You don’t seem very thrilled that she called or invited you out tomorrow.” She lifted her eyebrows in surprise.

“Well, like I told you before, I like some else more,” you continued whisking away at the pancake mix. 

“The same person?” she asked quietly and you just nodded in response, “Do they know?” 

You looked up at Wanda who was looking at you expectantly, and for a split second, you thought you saw a glimmer of hope flash in her eyes before her look became unreadable again, “I’m not sure,”

Before Wanda could respond, heavy footsteps came down the stairs and towards the kitchen, “Your mom owes me ten bucks,” your dad comments. 

“Why?” 

“I bet that Wanda would already be here. She thought I was wrong because it was Christmas morning, and I said ‘No one can separate those two, not even a family holiday,” He commented, placing a kiss on the top of your head, “Merry Christmas Y/N.” 

He weaved his way through the kitchen towards Wanda, pressing a kiss on top of her head as well. A sight that made your heart flutter by how much your parents take a liking to her, “And Merry Christmas Wanda.” 

Wanda’s face brightens with a wide smile, “Merry Christmas Mr. Y/L/N.” 

The next night you arrive at Daisy’s house and find her and her friends sitting in her basement. It was odd to say the least, you don’t usually hang out with other people besides your friend group. The rest of the seats were taken when you arrived, so you sat perched on the armrest of Daisy’s chair, but she pulled you onto her lap, wrapping an arm around your waist. Her thumb circled softly on her hips. 

Loki passed each of us a glass of whiskey and ice. It smelt strong, and you’ve never really drank before, only having a glass of wine with dinner when your mom and dad allow you too, “It’s okay, you don’t have to drank any, if you don’t want to,” Daisy reassured you, and you smiled gratefully at her. Her thumb continued to circle on your hips while the group just talked about random things. It was pretty tame considering it was a group of unsupervised teenagers and a bottle full of whisky. 

It was getting closer towards midnight, and you started to bid everyone their goodbyes, as you were cutting it close to curfew, “Wait, before you leave, there’s something I want to give you,” Daisy said, leading you towards her bedroom. She closed the door behind you and grabbed a small wrapped gift that sat on her desk, “It’s a late Christmas gift,” 

You unwrapped the lid to find a small velvet box inside. You lifted off the lid and inside was a silver necklace with her volleyball number clamped on it, “I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend,” she smiled, “And I thought what better way to make it official, than this,” 

“Wow…Daisy, I uh, I don’t want to say,” you stammered. 

“You can think about it, but I want you to know that I really do like you.” She put her hand on your hips and gently pulled you towards her, bringing her lips down onto yours. They were soft as she moved them gently over her mouth. She pulled back just enough to look softly into your eyes, “I really really like you.” She whispered, kissing you once more, and you closed your eyes with the images of Wanda flashing through your mind. 

It's New Year’s Eve Eve and you still haven’t given Daisy an answer and you avoided talking to Wanda about it. Your parents left for the holiday, your mother having this big professor’s gala back in New York City, so you decided to stay back, your parents only approving when Oleg reassured that he’d be over to check by every so often. 

You heated up some leftover food that Oleg dropped off for you and threw on a horror film. Wanda was out helping her dad close up the Christmas tree lot, while Pietro and the rest of the boys were stuck up in Sam’s cabin due to the too icy roads to get back down the mountain. It was a terrible decision to watch a horror film alone, you could barely watch Coraline without getting frightened. Even reruns of Friends couldn’t shake the fear in your bones. A knock at your door startled you as you slowly crept towards it, you saw Wanda standing out there, “Oh thank God you’re here!” you exclaimed when you opened the door, “Can you stay with me tonight? I watched a scary movie by myself which was a terrible idea,” 

“Woah, slow down, I was already planning on staying with you. There’s no need to fear,” she reassured you. 

The two of you started getting ready for bed. Wanda folded back your gray plaid comforter and climbed in. You and Wanda had plenty of sleepovers before, but somehow this felt different. You didn’t know if you should face toward her, away from her, lie face up staring at the ceiling you weren’t sure. But you just opted for the safe choice of lying flat on your back. There were soft moments of silence before she broke it.

“Y/N?” she asked, and you rolled onto your side. You could barely make out the shape of her body, “Do you have a thing with Daisy?” 

“Um, I don’t know. We’ve kissed a few times and she asked me to be her girlfriend, but there’s no label on it,” 

“Do you want there to be?” she asked.

You paused for a second, “No,” 

“Why not?” she pushed and you could feel her green eyes bore into you, but you didn’t reply, you just stayed silent, staring into the pitch black darkness, “Why aren’t you making it official with her?” 

“Because I’d rather be with someone else,” you blurted, immediately wanting the world to swallow you whole. 

“Who?” She asked as adrenaline filled your veins like some type of drug. She placed her hand along your waist, squeezing it softly, and you wondered if she could hear how fast your heart was racing, “Who, Y/N?” 

You let out a soft huff, “Don’t make me tell you,” you said softly, and you could feel Wanda turn to face you. Her nose pressed against yours.

“Please tell me,” she pleaded.

You swallowed thickly, “I think you know,” 

She stayed silent, but you could feel her inch closer, like a moth drawn to a flame. Her mouth was now inches away from yours, as her thumb rubbed small circles along your hip. Daisy did this, but this time it felt right, “I just want to be sure, that this, us, what we’re feeling is real. I want to be sure that I didn’t make this up.” 

You closed your eyes, letting the words fall softly from your mouth, “I’d rather be with you,” 

As soon as the phrase left your mouth, her lips were instantly on yours. It felt like honey and tasted like cinnamon. Just as quickly as her lips were on yours, she pulled back and pressed her forehead against yours, “You don’t know how badly I wanted to hear you say that,” 

“Why didn’t you kiss me that night of truth or dare?” you whispered.

She let out a soft sigh, “Because I was just realizing my feelings for you and I wanted to do this right. I didn’t want our first kiss to become of some dare. I want to do this right.” She closed the gap between us, kissing you deeply, which caused you to whimper, “Thank God this is real,”

#wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff #'tis the damn season

[sshecksss]

nex benedict was 16 years old.

when i was 16, i dressed the same, wore my hair similarly. i wasn’t out as non-binary then, but i had already known at that point that i was different from my peers, and that felt isolating.

when i was 14 years old, my family started to joke that i would not make it to 16. i think it was because i was depressed or wasn’t as good at school as my older sister, but regardless they would joke about it.

i feel sick thinking about how on my 17th birthday, my mom celebrated the fact that i had made it past 16 officially. i got to move out soon after that, and left behind my bigoted town.

nex, as far as i have seen, had a loving family. but they don’t get to make it to 17. they don’t get to keep their supportive and loving family, or maybe the friends that accepted them and made him feel seen. nex doesn’t get to experience trans joy as an adult, or explore their gender more fully, or grow up anymore.

that was stolen from him. and now the government and local officials make monstrous accusations towards him, and try to tell the world something different than what it was: nex was murdered by two girls because this is exactly what the state had expected/hoped would happen. making gendered bathroom bans leads to isolated instances of violence where murderers can easily get away with things, especially when the states that they happen in have harmful views.

nex benedict deserved so much more, morgan moore deserved more, and every trans child in the world deserved their right to live and be happy and it was ripped away from them.

so to any straight ally reading this: it takes no effort to protect trans lives. it means spreading awareness, standing up to people, correcting strangers, friends, family; educating the existing members of communities with knowledge that will support their youth’s generations. it means listening to trans folks, queer folks, and especially queer/trans POCs because it’s them that are being targeted the most, so it’s them that should dictate.

be kind, sharp, and loyal to your trans loved ones, strangers, etc., because if you don’t step up when they are alive then you’ll be sorry when they’re dead.

#trans pride #nex benedict #morgan moore #protect trans kids #protect trans lives #nonbinary #queer community

[msweebyness]

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths Intro

What's up, ya'll? As you know, I was inspired by Sparky's Creepsters Intro from a while back to make some for our other AU's! Here's the next in the line-up! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

("Calling All the Monsters" begins to play. The camera shows a wide shot of a gothic palatial school, before lunging forward to zoom up to the building's massive front doors.)

(A human boy with bright green eyes and messy golden hair waves to the audience with a welcoming grin, pushing the doors open and beckoning us to come inside.)

*TITLE CARD: Adrien Agreste: Monster Ally, Human Sunshine*

(The camera swings around to where a cloth girl with pigtails made of yarn and large blue buttons for eyes stumbles to a stop in the hallway, giving the audience a shy wave with one hand and sheepishly clutching her arm with the other.)

*TITLE CARD: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Voodoo Doll: Clumsy, but cute as a button*

(Marinette jumps before gaining a fond smile as a floating, transparent girl with eerie purple sclera and chains around her limbs phases through a wall to her side. The ghostly girl looks at the audience, winking with a smile as she snaps a picture with her cell.)

*TITLE CARD: Alya Cesaire, Ghost: Paranormal reporter with a spunky spirit*

(Alya bids Marinette a wave goodbye before she finds a green arm on the floor. She picks it up with a fond shake of her head and flies down the hall. We see a POV above Alya's head as she flies, and she stops in a room where several students are dancing. She tosses the arm across the room, and it lands in the outstretched hand of a green-skinned boy covered in stitching, who is operating a set of turntables. He attaches the arm before sending a jolt of electricity into the turntables with a huge grin, kicking the tunes up a notch.)

*TITLE CARD: Nino Lahiffe, Stein Monster: Stitched together to be the life of the party!*

(We hear high, girlish laughter, and Nino sends a jolt of electricity through a cord, which we follow to a large stage, where a set of bright pink curtains opens and reveals a skeletal girl with short blonde hair and a brilliant smile, twirling around as she belts a high note, until one of her hands flies off into the crowd.)

*TITLE CARD: Rose Lavillant, Skeleton: Sunshiney singer with punk rock in her bones!*

(The boney hand is caught by a jet-black bat with a purple streaked lock of hair over its forehead, which then swoops down to the stage, transforming into a tall girl with long black hair and deathly pale skin, who gives Rose a fanged smile before taking up her bass guitar.)

*TITLE CARD: Juleka Couffaine, Vampire: Queen of darkness who's batty on the bass!

(Another bat, this one with teal-streaked bangs swoops into the room with a musical shriek, before landing on the stage beside the two girls and transforming into a boy with a striking resemblance to Juleka, who flashes his own fangs in a grin before playing a deafening riff on his guitar.)

*TITLE CARD: Luka Couffaine, Vampire: Charming and cool vamp who lives to rock!

(Wafts of steam rise up through the floorboards, and we drop downward until we end up in an old-fashioned machine workshop, where a boy made entirely of copper is working on some gadgets at a table surrounded by tools and small parts. His face lights up with a smile as he finally works out an issue with his latest invention. His rocket boots fire up as he goes to show his friends.)

*TITLE CARD: Max Kante, Steam-Powered Robot: Old-fashioned chap with a talent for tech!*

(As Max jets down the hallway, a couple of older students smirk and prepare to trip him up...only to freeze in place as they become marble statues. The camera pans around to a short girl with coral snakes in place of hair, slipping a pair of dark shades back up to cover her reptilian blue eyes.)

*TITLE CARD: Alix Kubdel, Gorgon: Daredevil viper with a stony stare and a serious attitude!*

(A frisbee cuts across the screen, catching Alix's attention. She rolls her eyes as the camera zooms to focus on a tall, muscular boy with furry arms and a wagging wolf tail, panting as he chases after the frisbee, before letting out a loud howl as he jumps into the air.)

*TITLE CARD: Le Chien Kim, Werewolf: Oversized puppy who looks out for his pack!*

(Kim catches the frisbee in his teeth, before the camera follows him racing down the hall towards a large fountain with water so deep you can't see the bottom. As the werewolf approaches, a girl with wavy red hair and scaly blue skin rises from the water, giggling as Kim greets her by affectionately licking her cheek before she gives him a scratch behind the ears.)

*TITLE CARD: Ondine Rivas, Aquatic Monster: Fish out of water with a bubbly personality!*

(A thick cluster of vines covers the screen, before clearing to reveal a beautiful and vibrant greenhouse. The giant monstrous plants are being tended to by a petite girl with thick vines for hair and bright green skin. She hums a sweet song to herself as she waters a plant's roots.)

*TITLE CARD: Mylene Haprele, Plant Monster: Gentle flower child with two green thumbs!*

(Mylene gasps as a stray vine knocks a large flowerpot over a ledge, sending the plant hurtling toward the ground, only for a large gray hand to catch it midair. The camera zooms out to show a huge, burly boy with dark gray skin and forearms covered in white fur. He sets the pot down before looking up at Mylene, his surly expression changing to a gentle smile.)

*TITLE CARD: Ivan Bruel, Yeti: A mountain of a guy with a gentle heart!*

(The scene flashes back to the main hall, which is now filled with a whirlwind of sand, which parts to reveal someone in the center of it. Posing dramatically with her arms raised is a girl with tanned skin wrapped in bandages and adorned with lavish jewelry. She smiles smugly as she now holds everyone's attention.)

*TITLE CARD: Chloe Bourgeois, Mummy: "Mean" Queen of the halls with a softer side under her wraps!*

(Chloe squawks with slight indignation as she's lightly pushed to the side, and ushered towards the classroom by another mummy girl, this one wearing a white beanie and more casual attire, who rolls her eyes fondly at her sister's dramatic antics.)

*TITLE CARD: Zoe Lee, Mummy: Egyptian princess who'll never make you bow!*

(The camera pans back to the massive sand pile, where a girl with messy ginger hair and rotting skin picks up the book bag that Chloe accidentally left behind, shaking her head with fond exasperation as she adjusts her glasses, before heading down the hall with her head buried in a textbook.)

*TITLE CARD: Sabrina Raincomprix, Zombie: Shuffler with some serious BRAAAINS.*

(The camera pans upward and zooms into a cranny to reveal a pile of treasure in a small cave alcove, on top of which a girl with bronze scales and reptilian green eyes sits with a regal poise, using a blunt stone to sharpen her large horns.)

*TITLE CARD: Kagami Tsurugi, Dragon: A regal reptile with a slight hoarding issue!*

(We zoom out of the cave and up to a high tower of the school, where a boy made entirely of granite with shaggy red hair sits, sketching the scene of students walking into the school. His expression is cold and reserved, and his eyes carefully watch for any trouble arising.)

*TITLE CARD: Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Gargoyle: Dedicated sentry with a passion for the artistic!*

(Nathaniel's stony expression melts into a soft smile as he sees another boy flying up to his perch. The boy, who has adorably big green eyes and giant grey moth wings, sits next to Nathaniel, taking out his journal as the boyfriends share a quiet moment together.)

*TITLE CARD: Marc Anciel, Moth Monster: Shy and sweet writer who's just a bit jumpy!*

(A loud holler sounds from somewhere below the two, and the camera pans down to show a tall, dark-skinned student with wild curls and thick brown fur on their forearms. With a mighty bound, they leap over the school's high walls, high-fiving several students as they enter the halls.)

*TITLE CARD: Denise Cabello, Sasquatch: Big feet, bigger voice, biggest personality!*

(Denise fondly shakes their head as they watch a boy with messy red hair and a single, large green eye in the center of their forehead bump into a wall of lockers, his head having been buried in something he was doing on his tablet. Looking up, he adjusts his large, single-lens glasses.)

*TITLE CARD: Simon O'Connor, Cyclops: Techie who says one eye is better than two!*

(The scene changes to the school's observatory, where a girl with starry blue skin and silvery pigtails is looking through the large telescope into the sky. She turns to add some notes to the star map she is making.)

*TITLE CARD: Aurore Boreale, Extraterrestrial: Straight A student from a whole different world!*

(Aurore turns and smiles as bright blue ooze begins to rise up from a grate, taking the shape of a girl with tar-like black hair and loose-fitting clothes. With a frown, the girl pulls a few miscellaneous small objects out of her slimy skin.)

*TITLE CARD: Mireille Caquet, Slime Monster: Jiggly and shy sweetheart who leaves a trail behind!*

(The scene changes and the camera is skimming along the high walls of the school, where a girl with bright yellow skin and a pixie cut made of leaping flames is doing impressive parkour stunts, leaping from surface to surface.)

*TITLE CARD: Lacey Greene, Fire Elemental: A real hothead who never turns down a challenge!*

(The screen is covered by a thick velvet curtain, which is then pulled back to show a large stage in the center of the school's vast catacombs. A rousing tune is being played on a massive pipe organ by a ghostly boy with pale purple skin and a bedazzled half mask over the left side of his face.)

*TITLE CARD: Jean DuParc, Phantom: Snazzy spirit with a heart full of song!*

(Jean smiles lovingly at a boy sitting on the body of the pipe organ, listening in content to the song his boyfriend is playing. He wears a long cloak and taps the end of his scythe on the floor to the tempo of the music, before blushing as Jean pulls out a black rose to offer him.)

*TITLE CARD: Austin Tomassian, Reaper: Showing us death is nothing to be afraid of!*

(We cut back to a hallway in the school, where a gargoyle boy with badly coiffed blond hair and clad in varying shades of purple is running with a fearful look on his face as he's holding a red cloak. The camera pans behind him and we see a student with dark curls, large horns and hooves in place of feet charging after him with an enraged snort.)

*TITLE CARD: Cosette Bellamy, Minotaur: Run the other way when they're seeing red!*

(The camera pans up to the ceiling, and we see a large collection of massive spider webs, in the center of which sits a girl with six red eyes and six arms. She holds a set of knitting needles in each set of hands.)

*TITLE CARD: Reshma Leghari, Arachnoid: Spider Lady with seriously stylish threads!*

(Reshma hears a purring sound behind her and turns with a smile to see her best friend stretched out on a ledge. Batting a cat toy between his hands, a boy with black cat ears and a feline tail gives the spider girl a cheeky smile.)

*TITLE CARD: Ismael Prisk, Werecat: Snarky kitty with a mind for mischief*

(We change to a shot of two classroom doors. A woman with a messy ginger bun and rotting skin knocks on the door, holding the head of a woman with purple hair. A woman's headless body comes to the door, taking the head from the zombie woman and placing it on her neck, before the two share a laugh.)

*TITLE CARD: Caline Bustier, Zombie & Olga Mendeliev, Headless Horsewoman: DuPont's top teachers and total mama bears*

(A bright ray of light shines in through a stained-glass window, which opens to allow a girl with glowing eyes and flaming wings to fly in, working on sketches for her latest cartoon, a bright smile on her face.)

*TITLE CARD: Ayesha Reynolds, Angel: Ray of sunshine descended from the heavens above!*

(We zoom over to a corner, where a boy with crimson skin and large devil horns sits with his legs crossed in the center of a ring of hellfire, deep in meditation. His eyes suddenly open, giving us a mischievous smirk.)

*TITLE CARD: Anthony Mathis, Daemon: Born to be wicked, but good at heart!*

(The camera zooms in the doors of the front office, where a stack of documents appears to be floating through the room. We hear the sound of fingers snapping, and a girl suddenly appears holding the papers, her limbs translucent at the ends. She goes over and begins filing the papers.)

*TITLE CARD: Dot Waverly, Vanisher: Not always all 'there', but always on top of things!*

(Dot suddenly jumps as a darkly mischievous smile appears before her, rolling her eyes as theatrical laughter fills the room. With a dramatic swoosh of her parasol, a girl dressed in a gothic kimono with three swishing fox tails appears, giving us a playful grin.)

*TITLE CARD: Eri Tanaka, Kitsune: Mischievous Yokai with a love for all things gothic and dramatic!*

(We are transported with a swish of Eri’s tails to the school’s art room, where a student with rainbow-streaked hair and large glasses is firing bolts of color from the iridescent horn on her forehead at a canvas, smiling brightly all the time.)

*TITLE CARD: Petra Markov, Unicorn: One-of-a-kind artist and true free spirit!*

(We are now in the cafeteria, where a group of students are smiling blissfully as a hauntingly beautiful singing voice fills the room. The camera then zooms in on a lovely girl with feathery wings and fish scales along her arms, singing the beauteous melody.)

*TITLE CARD: Evie Balthazar, Siren: Sweet-natured lady who'll enchant you with song!*

(Hearing the sound of hoofbeats, Evie flaps over the window, smiling as she waves and blows a kiss, which is caught by a brawny boy with the lower half of a horse, as he’s sprinting across the school’s courtyard.)

*TITLE CARD: Brecken Sutcliffe, Centaur: Big-hearted country fella who's more horse than cowboy!*

(Some older students are harassing a monster from the younger grades, when suddenly, one of them hears a loud *crunch* right behind their head, turning around to see a short but burly student with a body made entirely of stone glaring at them.)

*TITLE CARD: Roxie Richter, Stone Golem: The most hard-headed person you'll ever meet!*

(The scene transitions to the school’s chemistry lab, where a student with long pointed ears and leathery bat wings combines different chemicals into a vial, giggling enthusiastically as she awaits the reaction to occur.)

*TITLE CARD: Anais Ackerman, Werebat: Nocturnal Brainiac who's batty about chemistry!*

(In another area of the lab, a girl with strawberry blonde curls and mint green skin is stirring a bubbling cauldron as she hums a Hex Girls tune to herself, prepping a spell to help the theater club.)

*TITLE CARD: Candace Fletcher, Witch: A real Hex Girl who'll cast a spell on you...if you give her sufficient reason.*

(The scene transitions to the gym, where a tall and lean boy with orange scaley skin, spiky multicolored hair and blunt horns jumps up to score a slam dunk…only to stumble as he hits the ground again.)

*TITLE CARD: Soo-Yeon Park, Dokkaebi: Anxious bean who's a beast on the casketball court!*

(In another area of the gym, a girl with messy red hair and the lower half of a serpent sits on the bleachers, scrolling through her phone and only looking up to make a snarky (but good-natured) comment about the slip-up.)

*TITLE CARD: Staci Kwan, Naga: A snarky snake who refuses to be charmed.*

(The scene changes to the school’s shop class, where a girl with six pink tentacles and a bright smile is helping move several large stacks of wood, humming a cheerful tune to herself.)

*TITLE CARD: Margo Jorgensen, Kraken: Sweetest caecilian in the seas who will always lend a helping tentacle!*

(The scene moves back to the school’s massive pool, where a girl with messy green hair, scaley green skin and finlike feet is holding a stop watch, barking commands to the swim class she is leading.)

*TITLE CARD: Parker Beauregard, Nixie: Swims to the beat of a military drum!*

(The camera exits the pool just as a girl with pointed ears, wild red curls and rapidly fluttering wings whizzes by on a skateboard with a sharp-toothed grin and her prosthetic leg on display.)

*TITLE CARD: Aggie Findlay, Faerie: Spunky sprite who will punt ableist asses!*

(The camera suddenly goes through the lens of a video camera, ending in the school’s news studio, where a student with eagle-like wings, and the claws and tail of a lion smiles spacily as they operate the camera from their bedazzled wheelchair.)

*TITLE CARD: Mona Truffaut, Gryphon: May be confined to the ground, but their head is in the clouds!*

(The shot changes to a pan down of a huge blackboard, where a girl with shiny wire hair and polished chrome skin, the orifice lines glowing with energy effortlessly solves a complex math problem, before loading the results into her data receptor.)

*TITLE CARD: Eloise Matuidi, Hi-Tech Bot: Mathematical genius with all the latest updates!*

(The students in a nearby hallway nervously avert their eyes, hoping not to catch the attention of a boy with immaculate blonde hair woven with golden snakes. He pauses a moment to send a sharp look to the camera, pulling his pink-lens sunglasses down with a challenging look.)

*TITLE CARD: Austin Armbruster, Gorgon: An asp fashionista with a cutting remark at the ready!*

(The hallway suddenly shakes with a deafening shriek, and the present students all shoot annoyed looks at a smirking boy with messy red hair and solid white eyes, who only gives them a smug laugh in return.)

*TITLE CARD: Austin Quinlan, Banshee: A temperamental tormented spirit who'll scream the house down!*

(We hear a loud shout of anger and the camera pans over to a boy with hairy hands and large horns, who has just crushed a gaming console in his hands after losing a game…only to pull out another one and start a new game.)

*TITLE CARD: Austin Boulet, Troll: Dedicated gamer with a big hidden temper!*

(The school’s pompous principal, M. Damocles, an owl man creature, is walking down the hall and suddenly lets out a loud shout as he steps on a trip wire and slips head over ass in the hallway. The camera pans over to a laughing student with small horns poking out from her curly brown hair, adjusting his red cap with a clawed green hand before taking off down the hall.)

*TITLE CARD: DJ Detweiler, Goblin: Impish prankster who stands up for the little guys!*

(As Damocles gets up with a grumble, the scene transitions to an in-school dance studio, where a muscular boy with a cowl of hair that resembles a rooster’s crest, reptilian eyes and scaley skin performs a flawless pirouette, before readjusting his dark black shades.)

*TITLE CARD: Austin Spinelli, Basilisk: Resident tough guy with a petrifying power, so don't mess with his friends!*

(The camera zooms to the music classroom nextdoor, where a tall student with thick blonde curls, mottled green skin and large fangs belts out a window-shattering high note, smiling shyly as she receives thunderous applause from other students in the room.)

*TITLE CARD: Mindy Blumberg, Ogre: Gentle-natured ogress with a serious passion for song!*

(We transition to a large ramp set up by the school’s pool, where a student with a tall, finlike Mohawk and a shimmering fish tail is about to perform a daring jump in their wheelchair, other students watching in awe as she begins his descent.)

*TITLE CARD: Victoria LeSalle, Mermaid: 'Stuck' with a tail, but not afraid to get dangerous!*

(The camera cuts over to the school’s grand main stairwell, where a girl with wild red curls, and the lower body of a goat slides down the handrail with an excited squeal, landing with a graceful bleat and a bright laugh.)

*TITLE CARD: Lotta Jameson, Satyr: Half-goat, half-girl, all adventurous spirit!*

(From above, Lotta hears a goat-like shriek and looks up with a smile, waving to a girl doing pull-ups from the rafters. The girl has cropped blonde hair that takes a backseat to her large horns, as well as leathery black wings and cloven hooves.)

*TITLE CARD: Gia Griswold, Jersey Devil: Nothing devilish about this military brat but the horns!*

(From underneath a table, a very small student with short red hair and a tall hat steps out, flipping through various notes of incriminating info on the principal on zir phone.)

*TITLE CARD: Rochelle Weams, Gnome: This little gnome knows what's up with everyone!*

(We hear a loud whoop, the camera pans up to the rafters, where a girl with a messy blonde ponytail, reddish-brown fur on her forearms, and large sabertooth tusks swings back and forth, before leaping down with an impressive tuck and roll.)

*TITLE CARD: Kendra Anne Gunderson, Yowie: Audacious Aussie with serious acrobatic skills!*

(The scene changes to a secluded closet of the school, which is filled with shelves loaded to the brim with vials of multicolored sand. A student with short mint green hair and blackened limbs meticulously labels and organizes each container.)

*TITLE CARD: Mason Ewing, Bogey: Super organized but a bit too nervous to get his scare on!*

(The scene transitions to a bog located on the school grounds, the waters beginning to bubble. A tall boy with shaggy red hair, moss-coated skin and a prosthetic leg rises, inspecting a strange object with a technological magnifying glass.)

*TITLE CARD: Gerard Grundler, Swamp Thing: The most brilliant marsh man you'll ever meet!*

(We cut away from the school for a moment, to a nearby human town, where two teens, a fidgeting Hispanic boy and a short and stocky blonde girl are hanging a poster for a monster activism event. A book suddenly hits the boy in the shoulder, prompting the girl to whip around with a fist raised in threat, causing the harassing assholes to scatter.)

*TITLE CARD: Jesse Ortega & Missy Rutherford, Human Allies: Fighting alongside Adrien for monster rights!*

(We flash back to the school, to a hallway where several sets of students are arguing, a few about to fight physically. A girl with ragged black wings and sharp talons laughs as she revels in the chaos she’s caused, babbling nonstop to her compatriots, hidden in the shadows.)

*TITLE CARD: Lila Rossi, Harpy: A devious birdy who lives to cause misery and chaos!*

(Suddenly, Lila is silenced, a hex preventing her from making another sound. Ignoring the harpy's indignant gesturing, a blonde boy wearing a menacing Jack O' Lantern mask appears in the monsters' midst, terrifying them and sending them running, making him smile with malevolent glee.)

*TITLE CARD: Felix Graham de Vanily/Jack O' Ripper: Leader of the Anti-Monster Brigade with a draconic fixation!*

(A sort of toxic gas fills the hallways, making many of the monster students fall to their knees, holding their throats. The camera pans over to a tall and muscular boy, littered with scars and wearing accessories made from monsters he's killed. His smile is cruel and sadistic.)

*TITLE CARD: Lucien Van Helsing, Monster Hunter: The latest in a family line of murderous evil, Felix's right-hand man.*

(The villains yelp in pain as they clutch at their necks, which suddenly have sharp pain shoot through them. They turn and see Marinette, a needle pressed in the side of her neck as her button eyes are glowing, focusing her hoodoo powers on them. Through the pain, Felix manages to teleport them out of there. Marinette's partners hug her proudly, and all the monster students gather in the main hall before turning to the screen for a group shot.)

(A flash of lightning cracks across the screen, revealing the title in gothic, cursive script: "DuPont School for Monstrous Youths".)

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs! Keep an eye out for the final installment!

#miraculous ladybug #school for monstrous youths #mlb ocs #monster high au #intro #opening song

[artzychic27]

Nino: Alright, Kim! Work your magic. *Hands him Adrien’s shirt*

Kim: Wait, you want me to track the smell? No, man, my sniffing-tracking days are behind me. I’m the oldest of the twenty, do you know how many diapers I’ve changed? How many of those destroyed this thing? *Points to his nose*… Wait. *Pulls out a dog whistle and blows into it*

Ivan: …

Nathaniel: …

Nino: …

Max: …

*A few seconds later, several werewolf pups swarm the area and pounce on the guys while Kim tries to control them*

Max: *One pup makes off with his arm* Gimme that!

Kim: Kent, sit! *holds up Adrien’s shirt* Smell. I said, smell. *Two pups smell his backside* Kairo, Kian, not me, the shirt! The shirt!

Ivan: Do any of your brothers respect you?

Kim: Hmm… Well, not them… Kiara! Front and center!

*The werewolf pups are roughhousing with each other and stop abruptly to let Kiara pass through. Once she goes, they go back to their fight. Kiara spits out her pacifier and then deeply takes a whiff of Adrien’s shirt*

Kiara: *sniffing* He got into a car - an '86 Fiat. It needs a little transmission work, but otherwise, okay. It drove through town to the airport, flight 497… 8:00 a.m. departure.

Nathaniel: That's in 15 minutes!

Kiara: *sniffing* Seat 23A. He ordered the vegetarian meal.

Nino: Okay. Thank you, cutie. We'll take it from here, alright? *to all the other wolf pups* Now, all of you, go back to your mother!

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

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Town of Puddle: Nephilim

Last updated 08/14/2023

When the story of Puddle begins, many angels have human forms which can conceive children in the usual human way. These nephilim (part-angels) can typically pass as human if also part human. However they can also be part vampire, part fae, etc. Angels reincarnate into new human forms upon death; but nephilim do not reincarnate. Luckily they are very difficult to kill. They are sturdier than regular humans, longer lived, and stronger.

Angels and nephilim can both use angelic magic. The toll paid for such magic is their body and mind. When an angel uses too much magic, it corrupts their human form, turning it monstrous. Nephilim can also corrupt in this way but it is much more difficult, they are physically more stable. Nephilim magic tends to be more specialized into one skillset, and is weaker than that of their angelic parents.

Nephilim are unique from angels in that they have free will. No matter how hard Puddle angels try to deny it, everything they do is the will of the divine Entity they serve.

Every nephilim, like angels, has a true name. It is functionally the same as an angel’s true name.

After some incidents involving nephilim, the Order banned their creation. Later in the story after the angels are freed from the Order’s control, many more nephilim are born.

Below are my nephilim characters. If you’re curious about even more, @wyrmzier also has their own you can ask about.

Eden Siddhasadhakah (Eden) - the child of the angels Gabriel and Lehahiah. Eden was created in secret with the Order’s permission, to be used as a tool for their schemes. Eden is very gifted in dream-walking and other mind magic. They had an isolated childhood, kept in captivity by the Order with only their parents for company. Eden’s influence corrupted their parents into monsters. They were freed and escaped into the world, only to find they had no skill navigating it. 

Joan Santos (Jeanne Silence Santos) - the child of the angel Joel and his wife Tace. Joan was named in honor of Joan of Arc, and her powers and destiny have been shaped by that name. She is a skilled fighter and in her youth had dream-walking ability, but as she grew hardened against the world she lost that power, and now instead is plagued by nightmares and visions.

Talia Moon (Anesidora) - the child of the angel Michael and vampire Vivian Moon. Talia is a charismatic and much beloved radio celebrity. Some say her stories have a hypnotic quality. As a half-vampire, Talia inhabits glamoured corpses. Her true form is both extremely frightening and physically unwieldy. She is adept at mind control and shapeshifting. Talia is almost impossible to kill - any vampiric weaknesses are tempered by her innate magic.

Atlas Esadze Larson (Aether) - Atlas is the eldest son of Cecilia and Mordecai. He inherited shapeshifting from Cecilia. His monstrous true form is a hybrid of his parents’ true forms. Atlas has a very unique ability to temporarily use the powers of anyone he eats, depending on how much he consumes them. He also inherited a terrible hunger from his distant ancestor Rapha. Atlas is physically strong and a skilled fighter, but struggles in school and with interpersonal relationships. Atlas has a few things he knows everything about: his favorite topics are monsters, marine biology, fishing, and sailing. 

Fenrir Butcher (Fenris) - the youngest child of the angels Hamiel and Penemue. Fenrir was taught to excel in all things as a child, his parents expected the very best from him. As an adult, he pursues a career in professional hockey. However later in life he finds himself missing some sense of fulfillment and imagination, never having the chance to learn about those things in childhood. 

Sapphira Melua Larson is the youngest child of Sirena and Teutho. Like her father she has red hair and a terrifying monstrous form. Sapphira aspires to be as confident and powerful as her mother, but is hindered by her own naivety and insecurity. 

Jerry (Jericho) - in a subsequent life, the angels Gabriel and Lehahiah have a second child named Jerry. She is Eden’s younger sister, Eden and Aliza help to raise her. Jerry takes after her dad more than Eden does, she is a skilled fighter and has a lot of patience. Jerry has a compassion and shyness that is unusual in her family, so they fuss over her a lot. She becomes a bodyguard in the employ of Sirena, who she looks up to.

#town of puddle #lore post #ocs #master post #refsheet #nephilim #worldbuilding

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Prompt

At a boarding school for adolescent monsters, Halloween is a revered holiday. The monsters sneak out and head to the nearest town, seeing this as their chance to scare humans and cause chaos. The boarding school, afraid of elevating human-monster tensions, forbids this and has recently imposed even stricter rules on their students after a series of incidents. In an act of rebellion, the monstrous youth hatch a plan: they’re going to infiltrate the human high school’s Halloween dance in an effort to prove they can blend in and intermingle without problem.

- Lynn

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Ships tags.. Ships that need names.. and ponder ships

SHIP TAGS

8-bit hearts ♡

After hours ♤

Angel cake ♡

Artistic muse ♡

Bared fangs ◇

Bad romance ♤

Bad trip ♤

Bell ringer ◇

Berry bliss ◇

Black magic ♤

Black widow ♡

Blinding lights ♡

Blood in the water ◇\♤

Bottled horrors ♡

Bountiful harvest ◇

Burning bright ◇

Burning rubber ◇

Case 143 ♡

Cats cradle ♡

Catnip ◇

Catzndogz ♤

Chatterbox ◇

Chiptunes ♡

Clash of crowns ♤

Cocked and loaded ◇

Commitment issues ♡

Conjugal visit ♡

Contract in red ♡

Corollary theorem ♡◇♤

Counter suit ◇

Covalent bonding ♡

Creatures of the night ♡

Crystalline heart ♡

Cupids sweethearts ♡

Daebak ◇

Demolition lovers ◇

Double down ◇

Double knot ♤

Dynasty decapitated ◇

Enchanted Rose ♡

Evermore ♡

Explosive love ♡◇

Fairy melody ♡

Fifty Fifty ♡♤

Fish to fish communication ◇

Fox and the hound ♡

Freaks of nature ♡

From the inferno ♡

Frostbite ♤

Game night ◇

Girls talk ◇

Graveyard shift ◇

Great southern bakeoff ♤

Happy hour ◇

Hard carry ♤

Heart attack ♡

Heart to heart ◇

Heartbeats ♡

Heavenly contract ◇

Hive beats ♡

Hyacinth tea ♡

Interstellar ♡

Jaded birds ♤

Kingdom come ♤

Knife game ♤

Lap cat ♡

Lavender blooms ♡

Love and desire ♡

Love bites ♡

Love lessons ♡

Made with love ♡

Micdrop ♤

Misery buisness ◇

Misfire ◇

Monsters and fae ◇

Monstrous melody ♡

Mortus Viventi ◇

Mourning sun ♡

My favorite listener ♡

Obsessive possessive ♡

Out of tune ◇

Paparazzi ♤

Paw prints ◇

Paw2paw ◇

Photobomb ◇

Photofinnish ♤

Pitch beats ♤

Pixel by pixel ◇

Primal instincts ♡

Prize fight ♡♤

Ready to love ♡

Record scratch ♤

Red espionage ♡

Red sea ♡

Red string ♡

Ripple in time ◇

Rock with you ♡

Rose perfume ♡

Schooling Fish ♡

Siren song ♡

Sleeping with the fishes ♡

Slow and steady ♡

Smashed keys ♤

Smear campaign ♤

Sniper target ♤

Starcrossed lovers ♡

Starstrukk ♡

Storm the bastille ◇

Straight pride ♡

Strawberry cream ◇

Sunnywaves ◇

Superfreak ♡◇

Swan song ♡

Sweet as honey ◇

Sweet tea ♡

Take me home ◇

Tea reading ♡

Tender riposte ♤

The red undead ♡

Till death do us part ♤

To our youth ♡

Twinkle tackle ♡

Two to tango ♡

Undying loyalty ♡

Venus retrograde ♡

Veterinary assistance ♡

Vivid youth ♡

Water lillies ♡ ):

Wild moons ♡

NO SHIP NAME YET-

Mahaou/Lethal

Prieti/Striga

Kotori/Elraik

Noxtus/Babble

#God are there a lot Iqmepdmrbd #Ship stuff #long #if u see this and its our ship //GAY POSE #aorry im trying tk keep track of shit places and i miss stuff on google sheets sometimes smile #i didnt put symbols near the needs ship anmes but like yknow dunno if theyre still stated ykno? #edit 1: Shmoved on a good chunk of the no name ones LFG #Edit 2: SHMOOVED added a bunch more and updated my ship wall