#take me back in tiiiiime

[savingpltravers]

randomly started watching clips of emma at the 2014 awards season and my god it was the best time guys… absolute peak emma era for me !! I miss it so much it hurts!!!!

#emma thompson #take me back in tiiiiime #like im actually afraid she won’t go to the us for award shows anymore #tho we love our climate conscious queen #i am sad :((( #i wanted to see her at the globes with colin fecks sake!!!! #give me an smb reunion!!!

[littlecello]

Can you tell us about what happened in the script for the Lazarus table read please?? For those of us who couldn’t make it

Hello lovely anon! That was always my plan, and I have just done so :3 You can find it by clicking right here.

#replies an' all #anon #pls you guys I had to take the train back I literally sat down the moment to write this the moment I came down #give me some tiiiiime #we can't all live in London #patience is a virtue

[kirbyddd]

woke up felt decent for the first time in who knows how long, spent one productive hour, crashed unbelievably hard, went back to bed, woke up nearly 12 hours later feeling so sick and awful, ate dinner felt even worse, then spent 9 hours sitting in place in a deeply ill stupor, finally got up but i still feel soooo awful

#helllp :'( #i need a shot of like...... i dont even know like raw oxytocin or adrenaline or something #fuuuuuuck i have to wait 3 more weeks to see the dr again why cant they just work with you regularly instead of one month at a tiiiiime #i cant take it its going on 2 years of pursuing treatment to zero effect #i spent allll week dragging myself back up day by day and it all just crashes down again :((( let me beee #why cant i at least just be depressed instead of so so sick and unbearable #anyways back to posting nice things

[ghouljams]

Ballet König tiiiiime... I have many thoughts because I saw a ballerina with big tits and I am... no better than a man...

Tw for minor reader descriptions (big boobs...)

Being fitted for costumes is always annoying, the costumers always complain about having to fit your chest, and have to let out the corseted tutu to compensate. You always end up with your tits either smashed against your chest or lifted to an almost pornographic degree. This costume seems to be the latter. König stares down at you, you raise a brow at him and he gives you a one word growl.

"Change."

You have to anyway, so you follow the costumers directions and change back into your usual leotard and tights. König is holding your sweatshirt when you make your way out of the changing room, he holds it out to you and you give him a confused look. You take it but don't bother putting it on, you still have practice, it's not like you're about to dance in your sweats.

He follows you through rehearsals, he's supposed to anyway but he's really, really, close. It isn't until the last dancer has filed out of the room for lunch that you finally get an explanation for his behavior. He grabs your tits, or tries to, two big handfuls that make you press your chest into his grip with a quiet noise of surprise. He squeezes you through your leotard and grumbles something. His hands smooth over your chest, down and back up, before he's digging his hands under the neckline and into the garment.

"There they are," he coos bending close, "You've been hiding such pretty things from me Schatzi."

Hiding is a strong word, wearing the dance equivalent of a binder is more accurate. As such, the material wants to stay close to itself, forcing you into Königs hands as he fondles you. He pinches your nipples hard and you whine, your blood rushing to heat your skin as he rolls his thumbs over them soothingly.

"Quite the ballerina," König drags his lips against the shell of your ear, "having such-" he struggles for the right word, toying with you all the while, when it does finally come to him it's with his cock pressing against your ass, "indecent sounds right-" he kisses your neck, "-indecent-" you know the feeling of his teeth anywhere, "-obscene-" they tease your skin, "-naughty-" his tongue replaces their points, dragging over your pulse as König groans, "tits."

"They make costuming, nng, difficult," you bite your lip against making another sound. It's better if you don't talk, you don't want to alert anyone outside the studio that the two leads are misusing the space.

"They fill my hands, Engel," König hums, giving your breasts a firm squeeze as if driving home his point, "how did I not notice them?"

You don't have to think hard to answer that, but you do have to press your hand over your mouth to avoid whining at the way he toys with you. He's never fucked you without a leotard on, that's how, despite all his protests against it, the man has a firm kink. He pinches your nipples hard and you moan, König shushes you, grinds his hard cock against you. Heat pools between your legs, making your leotard and tights sticky with slick. He's teasing you, and you both know it. He was never going to fuck you, there isn't time for it.

"Such a dirty girl," he tells you, "I should have taken you home, and fucked you properly."

You press back against him, prepared for the consequences of asking him to do it now, fuck you on the floor, fuck you against the Barre with your face pressed to the mirror, like he's so fond of, but the door opens. His hands slide off your breasts to rest on your shoulders in a flash. Another dancer wanders in to grab her water bottle, squirting some into her mouth as she turns to walk back out. She waves, you give a small wave back. König doesn't move until the door closes again.

Then his hand is pressing between your legs, bending you forward to truly grind against you. You know he can feel the way you're starting to drool, you can almost hear him smiling. "Needy thing," as if it isn't his fault, "why don't we find somewhere I can enjoy you properly."

#cod x reader #x reader #x oc #cod x oc #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig x f!reader #f!reader #afab reader #ballet au #i have another very short ballet piece for today #bevause i saw a ballet last night #ALSO i may have a ballet graves piece... #if anyone is interested in that #i saw a dancer last night that i was like jesus christ its him and i get it

[short-yandere-stories]

okay so---i read the lil fic of reader friendzoning sebastian and i saw your requests were open so here I AM-

Could I get a fanfic of Sebastian with a reader who ✨does✨ have a crush on him but ignores his advances because she happens to have a rather low self-esteem and simply "doesn't want to get the wrong idea" —if possible? if you can't either way it's cool .u.

I am so glad you're here! :D And hoo boy I can recognize myself in that for sure and this would 100% be me hands down. Also sorry for the tiiiiime this has taken meeeeee ugh life is. Annoying. Something I do know for certain, however, is that a yandere Sebastian would not stand for any low self-esteem. Especially not from someone as wonderful and perfect as you.

This can be read as a standalone thing or sort of a continuation of the last one!

Yandere is mainly at the very end because it became just so nice and soft and aaaaahh

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SFW, no major TW/CW, but mentions reader with low self-esteem feeling insecure and disliking themselves. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

"Not Good Enough for Me?"

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"Milady, are you alright? You've been staring through that window for quite some time now." Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn around, gaze landing on the tall, elegant butler peeking in through your door. At your acknowledgment, he takes a step into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"You have not moved from this spot since at least about half an hour ago. I saw you standing there while I assisted Finnian in the gardens." You look away, nervously picking at the skin around your nails. "I'm fine," you say with a forced laugh. "Just got lost in thought I guess." Slowly, Sebastian moves closer to you, making sure that you can clearly see him at any point. He closely monitors your body language, ready to stop the second he sees you flinching or turning away.

"Is it about my confession during the afternoon tea last afternoon?" He asks, hitting the nail on its head. He has to keep a chuckle in as you wince. "I meant no disrespect or harm, I can assure you," he continued. "And if I have made you uncomfortable with any of my advances, I-" "No!" You yelp, cutting him off. You snap around to finally look at him, eyes wide in a panic and hands thrown up in front of you, waving in dismissal. "I mean..." you continue in a timid tone, cheeks heating up at your outburst.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable at all, Sebastian," you say, eyes pleading with him to believe you. "It was actually really sweet and it made me extremely happy to hear. I just..." you trail off, looking down at the floor, unable to keep his gaze any longer.

"I just don't think you'd want to be with someone like me." Your voice grows increasingly quiet the longer the sentence goes on, and even Sebastian with his demonic powers and enhanced senses has to strain to catch your words.

"What?" he breathes, confusion and bewilderment etched on his face.

You turn back to face the window, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort, trying your hardest to keep the tears threatening to form at bay.

"I just... I'm nothing special. I'm not really pretty or smart... I'm clumsy and mess up, and I can't ever do anything right." Tears blur your vision as you try to keep your voice from shaking. "I don't know why you'd want to be with me," you confess, finally, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"You deserve someone better than me."

If he had a heart in the same way that humans do, Sebastian was sure that it would have shattered upon hearing those words. How had he missed your feelings in regard to yourself like this? The anger he felt aimed towards himself for missing such a crucial thing had completely blocked out the meaning of your words for a moment until they finally registered. You loved him. More than that, you'd avoided his advances and tried to push him aside not because you didn't reciprocate, but because you didn't think you were good enough.

In a flash, he's by your side, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your hands weakly cling to his waistcoat, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt. "Sweetheart," he whispers, raising one gloved hand to pet your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not noticing how you felt about yourself and adding to that burden," he begins, holding your crying form close. "But you're wrong. About all of it." You cry harder and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"You are special. So very special to me, darling, you don't even know half of it. You have the most beautiful soul of any person I have ever met. I love every single part of you. I love the color of your eyes, the way your entire face lights up when you smile. I love your mind and the way it works. Sure, you mess up sometimes, but every human does! It has never once made me think less of you. If anything, watching you trip over nothing only makes me see you as even more endearing than before." Relaxing his hold on you enough for him to bend down and look you in the eyes, he continues. "I love everything about you, flaws and all. I wouldn't change anything about you." One of his hands wipes away a few tears from your cheek before gently cradling it in his palm.

"There is no one that could be 'better for me' than you. You're perfect in my eyes. I hope that I can make you see that too, someday," he whispers.

More tears flow down your cheeks, and for a moment, Sebastian thinks that he has done something wrong, but then your face cracks into a smile. "Do you really mean that?" you ask meekly. "Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Sebastian leans in and presses his cold lips against yours. For a moment, you're unresponsive, frozen in shock. Then, your hands grab his shoulders, and you kiss back.

The feeling of your soft, warm lips against his is something Sebastian has dreamed of for so long. He can barely believe that it's happening. Your warmth, the softness of your body pressed against him is everything he ever wanted.

Possessive thoughts flash through his mind, solidifying what he already knew. This was where you belonged. By his side, in his arms. With him, forever. He would make sure that your thoughts never hurt you ever again. No matter how many times he had to reassure you, hold you, and help push those negative feelings aside, he would.

You were finally his. You finally reciprocated his feelings, and Sebastian would be damned if he let anything -- your own thoughts included -- hurt you.

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#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere drabbles #yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere black butler x reader #yandere x female reader #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis #yandere demon #yandere demon x reader #yandere anime #yandere manga #wholesomey-artist #shortyanderestories #short yandere stories #sys #sebastian michaelis #black butler #kuroshitsuji

[gingerjunhan]

boyfriend headcannons - oh seungmin

☆彡 Grab your delulu pills. It’s Seungmin time.

word count: 710 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: all caps, struggles with confidence (mentioned), secret relationship (mentioned), not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

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it’s time for my delusional king

I have a lot to say so let’s be straight into it

starting off strong with the FLIRTING and the TEASING

this man is ridiculous

he would never stop

yes he can be serious with you but if there’s ever a dull moment or if he gets bored, he suddenly starts playing the “Let’s Make (Y/N) Blush™️” game

he’s the king of nicknames

I’ve talked about this before but let’s run it back

“baby”/ “babe” (obviously)

“my love”

“angel”

“POOKIE” LMAO IMAGINE

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again… “princess” I’m so sorry

he also probably calls you something weird that you hate but he loves

like “pumpkin” or “sweetums” or something idk

it’s cringey but he thinks it’s soooo funny

I think out of the rest of the Heroes he’s the most stereotypical romantic

like, I bet Valentines Day with seungmin goes CRAAAZY

but it bleeds into every other day of the year as well!

flowers

he brings you your favorite sweet little drink

MATCHING OUTFITS OOOOHHH—

I think he would looooove matching jewelry!

gym dates!

if that’s not your thing he just sends you gym selfies with a little “miss you 💜”

late night walks 🥹

stargazing

trying new restaurants

there’s never a dull day with him

even if you’re both lounging around on a day off it can be fun!

he pampers you always

the Princess Treatment™️ for sure

he’s always down to do face masks

feel free to tell me I'm wrong or call me crazy but I think your family might be a little iffy about him at first!

I think that he gives the most “bad boy” vibe out of all of the Heroes, but once you get him around your family enough they see that he’s just a huge nerd LMAO

I think he would make a huge effort to try and please your dad, brothers, or any of the men in your family

“What are your intentions with my child?”

“All good ones, sir.” 🫡

okay back to the romantics

I literally wrote about this one time and then never touched on it again but I think Seungmin would be big on skin-to-skin contact

I wrote this that one time months ago and haven’t stopped thinking about it so let me cook

your warmth makes him feel comforted so

you’re cuddling? his shirt is coming off

I’m blushing

sleeping next to each other? no shirt

lazing around the house? no shirt

he just wants to be close to you!

if you’re comfortable with it, he might ask you to be shirtless as well

if you’re not, he totally gets it, and he’ll opt to rest his hands on the small of your back under your shirt

if you’re not cool with that either, his hands find their way to your arms, hair, or wherever else you feel comfortable with

he makes sure to shower you in praise constantly

he wants you to feel as hot as he thinks you are!

if anybody tries to tell you otherwise he will throw hands

he’s the #1 (Y/N) protector

if you’re struggling with confidence he’s right there to give you the reassurance and support you need

he thinks you’re sooo gorgeous 🥹

when he’s away he’s constantly checking up on you

the texts, the selfies, the voice messages, the long phone calls

he’s truly in your pocket whenever you need him

he's probably clingy in secret (please don’t tell the others they’ll make fun of him)

sometimes he has you sit on his lap while he practices because “it helps him focus” mhmm okay sure

he brags about you all the tiiiiime

keeping your relationship a secret from villains literally kills him because they don’t know how cool you are :(

if he takes a selfie to send on bubble he gives you permission to say no because you want to keep it for yourself lol

he’s also your cameraman

“Oooo lookin’ good, baby.”

UGH I fear that I need him

moral of the story, he’s very flirtatious but also a simp so please hold his hand and tell him how much you love him before I do it for you EEEEE I 🩷 Oh Seungmin

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #ode x reader

[coiled-dragon]

I remember billdip causing such a hullabaloo back in the day and i was more mad that they made bill a pretty boy i went into billdip expecting eldrich triangle mind fuck sex, like keep him a weird triangle man! 😄

Ah Billdip... /takes a drag from a candy cigarette/

That ship was what got me SO much hate back in the day. Called a pedo soooo many tiiiiimes.... thank god for therapy because my therapist helped me realize im not a bad person for my ships and also supported me writing fucked up shit to share with people. Also GFalls was the fandom where I realized I like gore a looooot....

also LOL yeah I did like making Bill a pretty human because im superficial but I also did really like when people were creative with keeping him a triangle! It was cool shit~

#billdip #anonymous #ask

[eriadu-in-the-wildwood]

Fic ask tiiiiime! :D

8. How slow is a slow burn?

25. Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go?

33. Give your writing a compliment. (Yes, back at you!!)

8. How slow is a slow burn?

Ooh eek hard question, I am SO impatient! If it takes more than 10-15 chapters for any sort of relationship momentum, I’m starting to feel pretty tortured. Give me fast burn any day!!!

25. Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go?

Oh WOW also hard question. I like being able to see the shape of the whole story and edit the crap out of it, but that’s possibly also a BAD thing because then I poke it forever (and inevitably still go “oh shit why didn’t I think of that???” after I post it). On the whole I’d say it’s a good thing, for me, though.

33. Give your writing a compliment. (Yes, back at you!!)

Whyyyyyy? Umm… I’m good at sending people to the Feelings Corner? I think that’s a good thing? They seem to enjoy it… I also have this TERRIFIC regenerating box of tissues I can pass over when they get there.

Thanks for the asks!!

#asks #my fic

[intertexts]

TRIVIA TIIIIIME. THIS IS ONE OF THE LONGEST ONES YET !!!! IM SO FUCKING HYPE FOR U TO BE HERE THIS IS A BIG MILESTONE

EPISODE 13 TRIVIA:

- FIRST OFFICIAL PIECE OF MARK WINTERS ART !!!!!! HELL YEAAAAAH THIS ONE IS SO FUCKING COOL. this man haunts me

- bizly is talking about how he was fucking SWEATING all week before they recorded this ep bc he thought for sure william and vyncent were gonna just get in there and mirder the lich immediately. grizzly starts to say something like "no i wont-" and bizly cuts him off like "im not worried about YOU. youre my shining star, my golden boy"

- charlie, in response to this: "well. you should feel better because i cant even win against a WALL"

- grizzly: "i was really hoping youd take the bait and depower the villains. i was hoping to give you a cool idea with that"

- "the lich shouldnt even be alive, hes undead, hes breaking the laws of-"

charlie, interrupting "OKAYYY HEY NOW LETS NOT SAY THINGS LIKE THAT" << GETTING. INSULTED ON WILLIAMS BEHALF. AHA

- Dakotas memory about his dad pranking him in the car is an ACTUAL THING THAT GRIZZLYS DAD USED TO DO !?!?!?!!

- "william took 4 degrees of failure from punching a wall so hard your bone popped out" "yeah kind of like how i took 4 degrees of failure from sniffing a bag of doritos. kind of like how i took 4 degrees of failure from dakota comically picking me up and throwing me into a dumpster. all my trips to the spirit world are so pathetic"

- bizly: "okay let me say. you were going to go to the spirit world at the end of this regardless, i just saw an opportunity there and took it. originally i was gonna have you see a wisp while you were alive and follow it through a door or something" << AAURGRHRGHRGGH. i loooove talking abt williams powers

- HELLOOOOO THE FUCKING ANIMATIC. GOD. MAKES ME FUCKING CRAZY

- they all want to do a body swap episode. fully freaky friday moment where they cant switch back until they learn something about each other. i also want them to do this i think it would be funny

- bizly: "i love dakota dakota is one of my favorite characters in media."

(bizly: "because i relate to him"

charlie: "well THATS worrying.")

- "dakota doesnt necessarily *ignore* the why when thing happen hes just really... slow. it takes him a long time to reflect on things. it either takes him a really long time to process things and come to a conclusion OR he will just pull sage wisdom out of thin air because hes so simple minded. he'll just think for a really long time before he comes to these ideals that ive written for him as a player. itll come around, it'll just take him a long time to get there. as a player i know what kind of hero i want dakota to end up as at the end of it all" << i cant even add anything to this. grizzlyplays i am shaking you like a sack of rocks

- another mention about how dakota and chip riptide would be best friends i love this recurring bit

- "what did you guys think about seeing wavelength in the prison"

"uhh. hes mean :("

"it was awesome seeing him again, he scares me"

"it made me feel guilty that we havent found ashe yet"

- grizzly: "if he gets out of prison im gonna kill him" << HEAD IN HANDS

- "william wisp experiences incompetence consistently"

- hey remember in the episode how when william rolled to see if he was okay breathing inside the prison cell and bizly said something along the lines of "youre only hyperventilating because you *think* you should be, youre actually fine" << think about this in context with what you know now :) and hold onto it for the beginning of 14

- theyre talking about what happened between william and mark over the 10 month timeskip: william contacted him at some point, not really about anything in particular, just to ask him if he knew anything about ashe that could help thsm find him/updating him on their progress finding ashe. then when they started playing again william stopped contacting him (for meta reasons, charlie just forgot that was an option BUT) bizly took note of that anyway and thats why mark was so hostile right off the bat. he just like. stopped hearing things from william and didnt know what was going on anymore. so when they showed up here and had no update on ashe whatsoever it just made him think they werent actually doing anything to find him

- grizzly: "man you would thing being in prison and losing his son would give this man some perspective and adjust his personality but he just became more of an asshole"

bizly: "no, the problem is youre not thinking about it from his perspective!! youre only thinking about it from dakotas point of view where hes a villain and hes doing bad things so hes bad. hes just a guy who thought he was doing what he had to do to keep his son safe"

charlie: "okay but he like locked his son up forever"

bizly: "yeah i never said he was a good person! and then some teenagers came along and made him rebel and now he wants to be a super hero and the first thing that happens is he gets possessed" << THANK YOUUUU BIZLY. THANK YOU BIZLY. JUSTICE FOR MY HORRIBLE MAN

- they keep referring to overlord as "alligator guy" because they forgot his name. charlie even at one point goes "yeah and he was a crocodile or whatever, dont you know those are power level 9" << this will never stop being funny to me

- "HEY WILLIAM what do you think about dying again"

- charlie is Very concerned about the no blood thing. his theory rn is that the archway he saw was like "crossing over" for ghosts. like fully passing on and not being ghosts anymore. seeing himself/his memories in the prison cells was very poetic, he kind of feels trapped by himself right now. hes the most curious about the 5 empty chairs and what that could possibly mean

- theyre trying to figure out who the group of 5 could possibly be. williams old group didnt have 5 people, prime defenders doesnt have 5 people even with ashe so they have no ideas right now and are excited to find out more :)

- "williams pretty fucked up right now to be honest!!! we just spent an episode and a half arguing about how we're allowed to kill the lich because its undead and not human. and then he learns hes fucking deteriorating. uh oh! now hes probabky thinking 'am i even a person?' i dont even know if he knows what to think about the spirit world right now i think hes just kind of panicked"

- "if only the ghost of party city were here, hed know what to say about this"

- "how is vyncent feeling right now?" "hes still kind of pissed. his one goal of killing the lich after all these years was just ripped away from him. hes accepted it for now but if that lich escapes. man hes gonna go nuts"

SUCH an insanely good episode dude hoooooly shit. head in hands. everybody say thank u bizlychannel!!!!! man. this was SO good man it really does feel like.... not a turning point, necessarily, but very important. honestly, really glad that by now they've had time to really like, sit with their characters & the world & let it all steep for a while? this season already really feels like such a tonal shift & kind of a step up frm season 1 so far!! (NOT that season 1 also wasn't really fucking good. but a lot of what we've got in s2 so far feels a lot more settled and cohesive) im here for it!!! LOVED the animatic that shit was crazy. if thats a precedent they're setting now im gonna go wild.

I ALSO THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA MURDER THE LICH. i was like ohhhh great this is how we get the vigilante on the run arc its gonna be so bad theyre never gonna see tide again. phew!!!! i mean, i, too, still think the lich should be dead. but. also yeah WHAT DO YOU MEAAAN THATS A REAL THING HIS DAD DID. FUCKING CRAZY.

what else.. having so many thoughts about william's Situation . as always. man. it's so fucked up. i have no clue where any of it's going dude... the only thought i have is that i don't think. we have any real context for the five thrones thing yet. i don't think that's related to anything we already know except. mayyybe mal. i think that's some spirit world-specific bullshit! we'll see though. we'll see.

YEAH <333 DAKOTA IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS IN MEDIA TOO <33333 auaurrghghhggghhh. ohh hes so everything 2 me. also i love seeing characters who don't Get Everything Immediately. like yeah! you got time to parse through it all in yr brain man. hell yeah rotate it in ur mind for weeks before coming to a conclusion!! no one has their entire belief system hammered out in advance!!

+ also feeling fucking unhinged over mark winters. as always.

#GODDD this was great trivia thabk u mac ive been chewing on it all dayyyyyyyyyyy... i love u permanently incompetent at everything Except #being a scooby doo character william wisp. #mac tag! #pd lb #man. i wanna talk about william wisp for another several hundred words but i feel like i should finish 14 first.!!

[katyspersonal]

That one interpretation about Micolash’s fate now lives rent free in my head. I’m not opposed to the notion of him dying once and for all, and I like the irony of a scholar obsessed with the pursuit of knowledge spending his last moments in ignorance. But being forever trapped in his own mummified body seems like the perfect punishment and suits the theme of hopelessness so well. For someone who despised his humanity so much, who went above and beyond to escape the limitations of his body, being forced back into his pathetic, frail, powerless body must be pure torture. Once Micolash’s consciousness is brought back, he’ll have all eternity to ponder over the fact that his efforts were fruitless and he’s nothing but a withered corpse, a manifestation of human fragility and mortality. But in contrast to the situation with Lovecraft’s priest, there’ll be nobody around to destroy his brain and end his sufferings.

No, this is absolutely valid, and from the standpoint of a person that gives "proper" judgement to Bloodborne characters - yeah, he "deserved" it!

I just have a completely different way to look at the things, and Soulsborne games offer me the most freedom in this. Like I said, the whole theme of 'fate worse than death' applied to the war criminals we meet in these games just doesn't do anything to me. Doesn't make me mad (because, again, they probably "deserve" it) but also doesn't really excite me... The problem with Soulsborne settings is that things are so chaotic and flipped upside down that morality, principles and and judgement as we know them no longer apply in my opinion- heck, I always said I can't really guilt characters like Aldrich or Rykard for how much atrocities they've committed, because the world they're in is so fundamentally broken and doomed that in the end, what they'd have to do to escape it no longer matters...? Elden Ring didn't touch upon it well enough, and even gave us *gasp* OPTIMISM!!!!, but Dark Souls totally falls for this... mess.

On the other hand, characters like Allant or Shabriri in my interpretation I'd totally say deserved "real" judgement. And Micolash is kinda complicated... He falls exactly in the middle. Dude did quite the unthinkable things to break free from the humanity, but also his setting kinda falls for the trope of "humanity is doomed anyways" and his only fault is that he tried to escape, whatever it takes, rather than pull the whole 'I will perish but at least not lose my human decency uwu' thing. For most people, choosing the latter feels like an axiom and they don't need reasoning to why it is "the only acceptable way", but for this type of high IQ investigators not necessarily so. Because hooooow many tiiiiimes you fuckers need an evidence that huge intellect caaaaaan be as much of a cuuuuuurse.

But, again, Bloodborne setting is less obviously... that. Dark Souls IS doomed, yes. Bloodborne is, like... well, he is (presumably) stuck in the city that will wither under endless cycle of the hunt no matter what. So I speculate his problem (and many other characters') is witnessing the knowledhe humans were not meant to see - and losing the sight of worth of his humanity as a result. Again, the smarter you are - the more damaging this effect will be! More simple-minded people would be able to withstand the comprehension of futility of humanity and the cyclic trap that deems both beasthood and Kinship meaningless because "but humanity is still important just because". (Also love how Bloodborne itself addresses this complexion by the fact that the higher person's Insight level is, the stronger Frenzy damage they take!)

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Basically, what I am saying is, this is a "satisfying" fate for Micolash by common logic.. But I personally would rather either let the guy die a real death, or let him be reborn into something else. His setting and the things he learned make his pursuit to transcend humanity at all cost not only fair in my eyes, but even couragerous, in a way. Actually.....

^^^ what really skewed my perspective on most of the Soulsborne's "war criminals" was Miyazaki himself perceiving Fauxsefka as a heroine xD I was instantly able to decipher it as the fact that her courage is doing a 'morally reprehensive' thing (turning people into cosmic Kin) for the greater good (so they lose any chance to become the beasts instead). Not everyone will "dirty" their own hands for some greater idea. But, yeah, Micolash is likely not 'heroic', as he simply cared for helping himself. The only other Mensis scholar we know of is Damian, who actively works against Mico's goals (which is very telling); the other participants of his ritual are prisoners (damn, Miyazaki, can we go against the dilemma of "deciding for everyone else" for ONE game??).

I am glad that you've found a resolution for Micolash's arc that is very satisfying and exciting for you, though! This sorta thing always feels cathartic!

#bloodborne #micolash host of the nightmare #ask replies #I feel like I could never properly explain the way I (and Miyazaki too at this rate) judge the soulsborne babygirls (war criminals) xd #it is just too complicated #there IS a personal bias from me against 'eternal hell' because that's counter-productive and purgatory is a way better concept #but that aside I just think Micolash is a victim of his own high intellect #the call means nothing without the receiver! #if someone else saw what he saw they easily would've turned it down and told gods to fuck themselves with this 'knowledge' #hahaha in fact I do have an OC in Bloodborne that is able to reject 'ascension' through this logic too! #funny enough she is in open hostility against Mico #shit where did I put that post?? #but yeah the cornerstone here is that high intellect puts you in a hazard when you are presented with 'this' sort of knowledge

[yenerdybird]

Hello people of tumblr

I’m watching Arcane and I am now on ep 3

And if this is why she renamed herself Jinx I can and will cry

Oop found the thumbnail

Oh nooooo this is how she gets her name I can feeel it aaaaa

Oh dang drugs pass some over my way

Ok nvrmind I take back everything I said hurry and throw the bomb pls

Ah his little footsteps my goodness I would nvr be able to take this guy seriously

“Will you please stop hovering”

I don’t trust this counselor lady friggin sus

Is the little man noticing the tension between these two too

Monkey tiiiiime

Ok never mind what the heck

I hate this I hate everyone I hate my heart for making me feel things

Noooo the monkey head betrays me

“I knew you still-“ shut up shut your face which is stupid you stupid faced little man

Ah drugs is always the answer

Surprised pikachu face!?! We do not hit our little sisters young lady Even if they used a monkey bomb to inadvertently kill -

Ok wow for real though this is the worst. I can not imagine what they’re both going through mentally. I have little people I take care of and I can’t imagine what I would say damn

Oh my she’s gonna turn supervillain- welp! Who called it! It was me! Thanks I hate it! Talk about a villain origin story

My gift is both blessing and curse

#arcane #text post #ep 3 #baby #idk why i did this #I just felt like it i guess #had to many feelings and now it’s your problem #oh #spoilers #maybe I tried not to name anyone butttt

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

GOSH THE CHEER I GAVE WHEN I SAW ALIX. OMD. YES. IT IS TIIIIIME. I love how we’ve looped back to the beginning with her appearing again, and now LB and CN both know who the real enemy is (even if Adrien doesn’t yet know who she is) it’s so cool how it’s all coming back full circle (but pls don’t kill off my sunshine boy again I know you probably are but pls)

And Kagaamiiiiiiiii, I love how resolute and matter of fact she was. Lol I got taught that in negotiable class, always just go with your strongest argument and don’t worry about proving yourself right and I think she played that to a T.

I was a bit confused when she and Nino said Felix tried to kill Nino tho. When did that happen?! I reread the chapter when he thought Felix was Adrien but there at most I thought it was take him to Monarque or let him go? I miss subtlety sometimes tbh did I miss smth here? Felix, how could u try to off ur twin’s bro??? Or did Nino misunderstand?? Idk I’m so confused and wish Kagami had explained that a bit more for both of us 😭

LOL also love seeing the new team-up of the venom fam (yes that is what I’m calling the bee sisters and snake - cuz they all have venom get it) and with Chloe getting the Mouse! I kinda wish she and Vesperia would swap their miraculous now and then tbh bc Queen Bee is always in my heart but I’m happy to just see the sisters working together, I hope Vesperia understand Chloe truly didn’t mean to hurt her

i'm so overjoyed you liked it anon <333 as you could probably tell this chapter gave me a lot of trouble, so thank you muchly 🤗

marinette is SO over all the secret identity games lol. she's just coming out of the tunnel vision of avenging chat noir's death/enslavement, and now all she wants is not to lose him again. also i had no idea that was a tactic taught in negotiation class but you know what, it makes sense! kagami's chess skills match felix's, so it seems fitting that she would make just the right move to put herself on ladybug's team.

yeah ok so felix didn't try to kill nino in chapter 31, not really 🤣 but attack, capture, kill - it all looks the same when it's coming from felix.

also, felix never bothered to explain himself 💀 so that didn't help his case at all.

the venom fam omg what a good name for them 🐍🐝🐝 they have some issues of their own they need to hash out which i am trying to stick in at an appropraite beat! so keep manifesting, your wish might just be in the works ;)

#odnlb #one does not love breathing #odnlb discussion #kagami tsurugi #felix graham de vanily #feligami #zoe lee #luka couffaine #chloe bourgeois #nino lahiffe

[sapphire-drawings]

Well that's actually pretty cute

They noticed my comment live (cuz it got the first time chatter notif) and now I'm just about to cry cuz I really like animating and Dst truly helped me to get back at it even tho it takes so much tiiiiime

What do they think of my maxwil animations tho? asdhasf

#i'll go cry somewhere else #be right back

[kathyprior4200]

Helluva Boss S2: E5: Unhappy Campers

Part One: Millie Finds Her Way

 Blitzo shoved open the door to the I.M.P. office, a grumpy look on his face. His face was muddy and his clothes were dirty and torn, with lavender-colored leaves from bushes. Moxxie and Millie had been talking to a client at their desk when all three froze to stare at Blitzo.

 “Sir, what happened to you?” Millie wondered out loud.

 Blitzo slouched past the Hel-9000 fax machine printer and past the picture with a stick figure Blitzo with a gun and a pink pony.

 Moxxie stood up. “Sir! There’s a client here who wants to…”

 Blitzo ignored him and stomped straight into his office, slamming the door.

 Millie chuckled nervously, turning to the visitor. “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

 Their client was a tall aquatic sinner demon with a torn short white shirt and a green piece of a yin-yang symbol as a necklace. He had gray skin, finned fingers, and dark-teal long hair that looked like seaweed. He had dark long pants, dark shoes and his chest glowed teal blue and watery. One of his eyes glowed neon green, his teeth sharp. Formerly on Earth, he had been a regular man with white skin and long dark hair.

 “Well, it’s just that I’m sure one of the other camp counselors killed me. I’m just not sure which one,” he said with a shrug, hands out.

 “How could you not know?” Moxxie asked, raising an eyebrow.

 The aquatic demon continued. “I was out on the lake when my boat started to sink. Someone had drilled holes in it. The counselors are the only ones with keys to the boathouse, and they’re the only ones who knew I couldn’t swim. It had to be them.”

 “Hmm, we don’t typically do investigations,” said Moxxie, “I’ll have to check with the boss.”

 Moxxie opened Blitzo’s door. “Uh, pardon moi, sir.”

 Blitzo glared at Moxxie as he flipped through address files on a rotary.

 “Not now, Mox.”

 “Sir, there’s client that needs us to investigate his death and we don’t usually…”

 “No tiiime,” Blitzo replied.

 Moxxie rubbed his neck. “But sir, we really need the cashflow, and I was thinking maybe…”

  “What part of ‘NO. FUCKING. TIIIIIME.’ do you not understand?!” Blitzo yelled, facing Moxxie. “Just handle it yourself.”

 “You want me to lead? On a hit?”

 Blitzo seethed and slammed his hands on the desk. “I swear on all that is evil, Mox, if you aren’t out of my office in negative three seconds…”

 “Yooou GOT IT, SIR!”

 Moxxie slammed the door and then turned back around to Millie and the client.

 “We’ll take the case!” he beamed. “And I’ll be handling this investigation personally!” He jabbed a thumb to himself.

 “Honey, are you sure? What about Blitz?” asked Millie, gesturing to the door.

 “Honey, honey, please. Blitz put me in charge this time.”

 “He did?!”

 Moxxie narrowed his eyes and Millie quickly added, “Oh! I mean, he…HE DID!”

 “Right!” said Moxxie to the client. “And this is going to be the cleanest, most well-prepped, most surgical hit we’ve ever had! Don’t worry, sir! We’ll find your killer and give him what’s coming to him. And/or her…or they.”

 Moxxie and Millie later stood by a police investigation whiteboard where Moxxie had posted up pictures of fliers, boat outlines, and strings leading to different pictures around the white board and the walls. Moxxie peered closely at his work while holding an I.M.P. file folder. One flier had a picture of a magnifying glass and black footprints.

 “Mox…” Millie began. “Are you sure this isn’t a little…much?”

 “It’s my first lead, Mils, it has to be…perfect.” Moxxie said “perfect” in an accent. “Now in front of you, you’ll find a comprehensive guide to your cover persona. Memorize it, we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

 They used the grimoire to make a portal to enter Earth.

  0 0 0

 Near a cabin in the woods, several kids were running around, laughing as they squirted each other with water guns. A fat boy walked holding a bag and wore the camp t-shirt with a “C” in a green triangle as the logo. Three preteen girls were sitting at a wooden picnic table. A camp counselor lady with brown hair stood wearing green shorts and a shirt with a whistle around her neck. On a wooden sign with wooden mountains on the top was “CAMP IVANNAKUMMORE.”

 Millie and Moxxie stood off to the side with their human disguises. Moxxie wore a short dark blue tube top, torn pink pants, a heart collar, and magenta high boots. He had fake eyelashes and a wig of white ponytails covering his horns. Millie wore shoes, dark gray pants, fingerless gloves, a black shirt with a yellow lightning bolt and a circle on it, plus a wig of long dark hair and a yellow beanie hat.

 “Okay, Millie, one last time for safety,” Moxxie said. He straightened up and pulled back his top, his claws covered by fake pink nails.

 Moxxie spoke in a girly teenage voice, “I’m Moxxine, the hottest, most popular girl at my school, and you are?” He examined his nails.

 Millie spoke in a low voice. “Your boyfriend Millerd, I like sports and fucking bitches!” Millie made thrusting movements.

 “Hmm, you know these kids are a bit younger than I was expecting. Maybe lose that last part,” Moxxie mentioned.

 “Check!” Millie said in her boyish voice.

 “Alright, I think we’re ready,” said Moxxie.

 “Hey, Mox!” Millie spoke, pointing ahead. “Check out that shady looking fella over there.”

 Moxxie and Millie spied a blonde man with glasses glancing around by the log cabins. He side-walked near the bushes.

 “I think that’s our guy.”

 “Ahem, Millie,” said Moxxie in a girlish voice, “I hardly think pointing out the first guy you see is the proper way to conduct an…”

 Millie peered through her binoculars. “No that’s definitely him. That bag’s full of money and drugs and what looks like a drill one would use to poke holes in a boat.”

 Sure enough, the man scooped up the fallen money and needles and hurried off, a drill in his hand.

 “But-but that’s all circumstantial at best! We need to methodically eliminate all suspects until we can be sure…”

 “Now he’s looking around and heading into that locked boathouse we heard about!” Millie declared.

 The man headed inside, peering around to make sure no one was there. Next to him were missing posters of the drowned counselor. “Missing: last seen next to the lake. If you have information please call (xxx) xxx-xxxx.” Another set of red eyes in the cabin glared outside.

 “That would be the perfect place to…”

 She glanced at Mox before sighing. “Fine, Mox, we’ll do it your way.”

 Moxxie grinned. “With my sleuthing skills and your killer eye, we should have this wrapped up in no time. Now we just have to find the kids with the most influence.”

 Moxxie spotted the three teen girls sitting at the picnic table.

 “Oh, target acquired,” he said in a girly voice. He headed off.

 The girl with long orange hair began, “So he snorted a whole line of ground up mints, and tried to convince us he was high. Can you even believe him?”

 The girls laughed and Moxxie walked toward them.

 “Ground up mints, you say? Derek must be a riot.”

 “Who the fuck are you?” asked the leader girl.

 “I’m Moxxine, the prettiest girl at my school. A more mature preteen who likes boys, hot cars, fancy jewelry…”

 Another girl scoffed, “You call yourself the prettiest when you probably spent three years in a tanning bed.”

 “It’s uh, natural?” Moxxie added.

 “Yeah, you wish,” said the orange-haired girl. “That botch job looks like it cost five bucks in an alley behind Walmart.”

 The other girls snickered.

 “Have you seen anyone doing drugs around here?” Moxxie asked.

 “Other than you maybe? I don’t think so,” said another girl.

 “Get lost you fucking freak!” they all said, pointing off to the left. Moxxie slouched off.

   Meanwhile, a volleyball rolled and stopped in front of Millie.

 “Hey!” waved a blonde girl to Millie at a volleyball court near the lake.

 Millie smiled and decided to play along. She carried the volleyball in her hands and headed down to the campers.  

 The girls at the picnic table watched as Millie passed the ball to her teammate, a dark-skinned boy.

 “Oh my god! Who is that?!”

 “Look how beautifully tan he is!” said the leader. The dark-skinned girl blew bubblegum and stood up to get a closer look.

 “What?!” Moxxie called in disbelief.

 The boy bounced the ball in the air.

 “I got it!” called Millie in her boyish voice. She leaped into the air and spiked the ball over the net…

 …hitting a blonde boy in the face and sending him crashing to the ground. Everyone gasped as the boy lay in a crumpled Yamcha-like pose in a cracked crater. The coach jumped from his stand and held the wounded boy in his arms.

 “That was...” he began…

 “…the best spike I’ve ever seen!” Tears were in his eyes.

 The kids cheered and lifted Millie into the air.

 “Please, I need medical attention…” the boy began.

 “First Aid is for WINNERS!” the coach mocked.

 All the girls admired Millie.

 “Oh my god, he is so fucking HOT!” sighed the red-haired leader girl.

 “Oh! Ya know he’s my boyfriend…” Moxxie began.

 “FUCK OFF, TROLL!” another girl barked before the girls walked off.

 Later, Millie happily leaped from a cliff and jumped from side to side onto wooden boards. She leaped onto a wooden high bar- twirled at rapid speed and shot into the air…

 And in a fiery comet, smashed the blonde boy into the ground. Everyone cheered louder.

 “Mox! Did you see? I broke the record on the course!”

 “Mhmm. I saw.” Moxxie smiled forcefully.

 “Can you believe this? Everyone LOVES me, they’re cheering, they even posted videos of me online! Look!”

 Heart emojis popped up on her phone after the replay of Millie smashing the kid into the ground. Millie’s phone was red with flame designs on it.

  A Millie icon appeared over the bold white lyrics as Millie sang karaoke style, amazed and also unsure of all the rockstar fame she was getting.

  “EVERY DAY!

AS I WALK AROUND CAMP

ALL OF THESE GIRLS

FOLLOW ME AROUND

I DON’T KNOW WHY?

OR WHAT COULD IT BE???”

 Millie smiled as she got into a group photo. The campers held out their phones for selfies around her. Millie danced with a girl with red hair.

 A blonde girl came up close to Millie, wearing a cap with her face on it, a shirt with her face on it and a “MIL #1” orange cardboard glove showing a pointed finger on a hand.

 “HEY MILLERD!

HAH!

WILL YOU TAKE A SELFIE WITH ME?!”

 Her eyes bulged and her mouth foamed.

 The crowd followed Millie and held up a banner that read “Millerd!” on it as they strolled by the cabins. One blonde boy replaced the American flag with a white flag with Millie’s disguised face on it. Millie posed on a picnic table.

 “AH-WA-OH!

I’M A REGULAR JOE

AH-WA-OH!

I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW

AH-WA-OH!

I’M SIMPLE AND PLAIN…

WHY DO ALL THESE GIRLS

KEEP SCREAMING MY NAME???”

 “MILLERD!”

 Millie paddled a canoe and two girls stared admiringly at her. (Moxxie’s canoe tipped over and sunk).

 “MILLERD?!”

 “AH! MILLERD, I LOVE YOU!”

 Millie led a hike and stood on a log, pointing forward. (Moxxie fell into a pit.)

 Millie happily sat with two girls by a campfire. (Moxxie’s s’more stick caught on fire and he frantically smashed it around on the ground.)

 Millie smiled as she wore gold sunglasses, a white Greek-style outfit and a golden laurel on her head. She relaxed on a lounge chair as girls fanned her with leaves. One fed her purple grapes.

 “I’M SO ORDINARY

JUST A COMMON DUDE

BUT THEY’RE ALL UP IN MY DMS

THEY KEEP SENDING ME NUDES?!?”

 Even the blonde naked man in the picture stretched out to kiss her, much to her disgust.

 “I’M NOTHING SPECIAL

I’LL TELL YOU IT’S TRUE”

 The comments appeared in the eight million + viewer video of Millie being awarded seven gold star medals, a trophy, and a Grammy award.

 “I LOVE YOU MILLERD! <3”

 “I’M NOT OKAY!”

 (Flame emojis)

 “OMG DESERVED”

 “millerd is the best uwu”

 “CLICK HERE FOR PRIZE scam.ly”

 “I LOVE YOU”

 “HE ATE!”

 “Sub 2 my channel”

 “Hermoso” (heart emoji)

 “LOOK AT HIM”

 “ILY MILLERD”

 “he’s so hottt”

 “I love him, I LOVE HIM”

 “MILLERD: Sub 2 me pls”

 “SLAY KING” (crown emoji)

 The blonde super fan girl leaned over and yelled,

“BUT MILLERD, OVER HERE! I BAKED A CAKE FOR YOU!” She held a brown, orange, and white cake with a figure of Millie in her guy disguise on top.

 Later as the sun set, an airplane flew overhead with a flag of Millie’s face on it. Her face was also on several blimps in the sky. With a microphone, Millie sang on stage under a large “MILLERD!” banner and more campers took selfies and videos on their phones.

 “AH-WA-OH!

I’M A REGULAR JOE!

AH-WA-OH!

I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW!

I’M SO SIMPLE AND PLAIN

I WISH ALL THESE GIRLS…

WOULD STOP SCREAMING MY NAME!”

 “OH MILLERD! LOVE YOU, MILLERD!” called the blonde fan girl.

 Millie stood proudly on stage, glad to feel appreciated after feeling in competition with her brothers and sister.

  0 0 0

 TUESDAY: Moxxie climbed to the top of a pine tree, looking for the drug counselor through binoculars. He got hit with a volleyball and fell down from a tree.

 WEDNESDAY: Millie led a team of campers canoeing across the lake. Moxxie searched for the suspect, wearing a mask and snorkel. Unfortunately, he got thrashed around by a shark similar to the one from the Harvest Moon Festival.

 THURSDAY: Millie successfully shot her arrow through a red apple on a boy’s head as the sky turned a beautiful pink and purple. Moxxie peered through binoculars in a bush, dodging the arrow…but soon screamed as he was being attacked by a black angry bear.

 FRIDAY: Posters were passed around, reading, “MILLERD: CAMP IVANNAKUMMORE, July 17th at 7PM.” The coach/lifeguard handed Millie the poster and he winked at her with a finger snap gesture. Millie beamed in excitement.

 0 0 0

 “OHH MOXXIE! THAT WAS SO FUN! No wonder you sing all the time!”

 Millie twirled and laughed as she held a golden bouquet of white daisies in her hands.

 “Not exactly a low profile…” Moxxie leaned against a cabin wall, eyes downcast.

 “I know…but it’s kinda nice having people cheer for me for once, ya know? Instead of…”

 She dramatically ripped the bouquet and opened her jaws, “…screaming in PAIN and HORROR!”

 “Don’t forget what we’re here to do, Millie,” Moxxie reminded her, clapping a fist against his other hand.

 “I haven’t. I’m just waitin’ until you’re ready. Have you been able to eliminate any suspects?”

 “No.”

 Millie held up two worn daggers. “If you want, we can off the guy right now! I think he’s alone in the cabin…”

 She wandered forward.

 “No!” Moxxie pulled her back. “I have to do this right.”

 Moxxie swore under his breath as “BITCH” was spray-painted in black on his tent nearby.

 0 0 0

 Later that night by the campfire, Millie did an epic banjo solo. She leaped over the fire and posed on her knees as everyone cheered.

 (EPIC BANJO SOLO)

 (MILLERD IS REAL COOL)

 (WOW, YOU GONNA CRY, MOXXINE? CRINGE.) (NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU, MOXXINE)

 Moxxie raced off and cried in an outhouse. Millie walked in the dark to the outhouse. Moxxie pulled out stickers and thorns in his pants.

 “Moxxie? You okay?”

 “GO AWAY!” Moxxie sobbed.

 “Moxxie, what’s going on?”

 “I’ve been having the worst luck imaginable! First, I try to eliminate any suspects and make it a perfect methodical mission. But everything is going wrong. I can’t find the guy! And all the girls hate me…and they all love you!”

 “What’s wrong with that?”

 Moxxie cried.

 “Hey, you’re the best assassin/musician/preteen girl I know,” Millie encouraged.

 “And investigator?”

 “And investigator.”

 Millie reached through the crescent moon window and touched Moxxie’s nails. “I know it’s been tough. Just keep playing to your strengths.”

 “Okay,” said Moxxie. “Thank you.” Moxxie came out of the outhouse, facing Millie. Millie smiled.

 “I have good news! Look Mox!” She held the poster in her hands, showing it to him. “They want me to perform on stage tomorrow tonight for the local news! These videos have made me some kind of human celebrity!” A pink bird flew happily around Millie’s head. Millie then gasped as several red-eyed crows attacked Moxxie around his head. He swatted the cawing birds away until they flew off.

 Moxxie’s anger and frustration finally bubbled to the surface. “I’ve heard enough from you! And I’ve had enough of this place! Most of all, the attention you’re getting all the time is annoying!”

 “Mox, what are you talking about? There’s no reason to be jealous of me!”

 “Well, I am, alright?!” Moxxie sobbed again. “Being the son of a mob boss, you get used to the attention. And instead of focusing on the mission, you get distracted by swooning fangirls and dance for views!”

 “What?! I only let the mission go this long, so I could do it YOUR WAY!” Millie retorted. “We could’ve completed this mission faster if you had just listened to me and let me finish off the guy in the beginning!”

 “It was my first lead mission! I wanted it to be perfect!” Moxxie spat back.

 Millie stomped toward him. “Well don’t blame me for it! It doesn’t matter how many views I get. What matters is how I feel about myself!”

 She wiped tears from her eyes. “And for once, I feel like I’m…I’m important! Like I’m someone to be proud of! Not just some country girl blending in with her siblings.”

 She stomped forward. “And I had hoped that my husband would support me better HALF as much as I’ve supported HIM this week! I’m not just your momma, you know!”

 “Millie…I didn’t mean…”

 “SAVE IT, MOX! Finish the job, go home if you want, I’m having my moment to shine, with or without you!”

 Millie raced off in the dark, the Millerd flier floating to the ground.

 “Oh crumbs…”

  0 0 0

  Later that night, the same night Blitzo entered the human world…

 Millie peered through the red curtains at the crowd cheering for her.

 “You ready to go on, champ?” asked the coach/lifeguard, holding a clipboard and holding out his pen.

 “I guess…”

 “Great, now get out there and put Camp IVANNAKUMMORE on the MAP!”

 He lowered his sunglasses over his eyes and posed. More campers and kids cheered, wearing merchandise shirts and hats. The blonde super fan girl held a sign that read “MARRY ME, MILLERD!”

 Millie took a breath and stepped onto the stage. More fans cheered, two of them were crying and hugging each other, waving a Millerd flag. A cameraman stood near the top off to the side. Millie flinched as a spotlight shone on her.

 “Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls!” called a girlish voice. Moxxie rose up onto the stage from the floor and held a microphone. “ARE YOU READY FOR A SHOOOOOW?!”

 The crowed booed and an African American girl yelled, “GET THE FUCK OFF THE STAGE!” Another girl flipped him the bird on both hands. Another yelled, “KILL YOURSELF, NERD!”

 Moxxie continued. “I am very proud to introduce to you…someone with abilities never before seen on this Earth…”

 Millie held her hands to her heart, smiling at Moxxie.

 “Someone with the raw athletic skill of an Olympian…” Moxxie looked at her and smiled. “The voice of an angel…the acrobatic techniques of an indentured twelve-year old Russian ballerina…”

 Millie waved her hands, saying “enough!”

 “And a body that JUST. DOESN’T. QUIT.”

 A few boys looked at each other, confused and disgusted at Moxxie’s butt.

 Moxxie turned around and cleared his throat nervously. “The best and most supportive person I’ve ever known, and the love of my life. My wife…uhhhh boyfriend….Millerd!”

 Millie sighed in relief as Moxxie headed her the microphone.

 “Thank you,” said Millie.

 “Knock’em dead, baby,” Moxxie grinned.

 “Speaking of…” Millie added, as she spotted two figures heading toward a cabin with a bag.

 “You sure?” Moxxie asked.

 “Go get’em baby,” Millie smiled. They touched their heads and nuzzled.

 Moxxie smiled as he pushed his way through the crowd, who glared at him. Millie did a Squidward/sexy look with her face and the crowd exploded with cheers. The show began.

 Millie juggled four axes in her hands, much to the crowd’s amusement. She threw an ax into a target. Another ax hit a tree, which sent a beehive falling…

 …into the blonde boy in the ground, who screamed in futility.

 Millie then sat on a stool, holding a red triangular electric guitar in her hands. She began her song and stood up in a pose. She did a “rocker” hand signal as columns of sparks blasted upwards from the front of the stage.

 Millie began her 80’s style rock anthem.

 “OOOOH YOU’VE GOT THE POWER!

 WAOOOOH!

 OOOO! YOU’VE GOT THE POWER!”

 Millie played a set of red drums, then yelled “YEAH!” as she strummed her guitar.

 “A TALE AS OLD AS ROCK AND ROLL

 WHEN YOU WIN, YOU’RE THE BEST

 YOU WORK UNTIL YOU REACH THE GOAL FROM WITHIN

 THAT’S THE TEST! WOAH! WOAH!

 YOU FIGHT UNTIL YOU REACH THE TOP

 TO RUB IT IN THEIR FACE! WOAH! WOAH!

 YOU LOVE SO HARD, YOUR FLESH EXPLODES!

 AND YOU WIN THE FUCKIN’ RAAAAAACE!”

 She slammed the guitar down on the stage as white fireworks boomed.

 She then spun black nun chucks in her hands.

 “OOOOO! YOU’VE GOT THE POWER!”

 Millie did a fighting pose as an explosion boomed behind her. A girl screamed as her hair caught on fire as the crowd did rocker signs and cheered.

 “OOOOO! YOU’VE GOT THE POWER! WOOOAH!

 “A HEAT SO HOT IT BURNS YOUR HOLE LIKE A FIRE WHEN YOU PEE!”

 Millie breathed fire to light a torch and held a sword in her other hand. She swallowed the sword and it went down her throat point-first. She dropped her torch and dive-bombed into the crowd of kids. They all held her in the air as she strummed her guitar again.

 “THE INNER FLAME INSIDE YOUR SOUL MAKES YOU CRY…VICTORY!

 YOU FLEX YOUR CHEEKS UNTIL IT HURTS

 YOU BUST OUT OF YOUR JEANS! WOAH! WOAH!

 YOU BLOW YOUR LOAD ON ALL YOUR FOES!

 AND DROWN OUT ALL THEIR SCREAMS!”

  Millie jumped back on stage.

 “OOOOH! YOU’VE GOT THE POWER!” Two streams of fire shot off to the left of Millie as she played. “WOAH!”

 The coach smiled with his arms folded…until he got incinerated by the flames.

 “OOOOH! YOU’VE GOT THE POWER! WOAH!”

 More fireworks shot into the air and a red and yellow rocket flew off into the distance.

 Millie smiled and posed on the stage, arms outstretched as the audience applauded. She bowed, before she saw Moxxie walk up to the stage, blood staining his wig. She walked over to him.

 “Looks like you did it,” she said, referring to the death of the drug counselor killer.

 “No…you did it,” Moxxie added, lifting her hands into his.

 “I’m so proud of you, Millie,” Moxxie smiled. He looked to the side. “And I’m sorry I let you down.”

Millie picked him up in a hug and twirled him around. “Just don’t do it again, dummy!”

 They kissed hard on stage until someone shouted, “Get a fucking room, high school sweethearts!”

 Moxxie and Millie laughed and raced off into the bushes for some sexual privacy. The last thing they needed was to be infamous online for a scandalous public display of what many would assume to be incest.

  0 0 0

 Back at the I.M.P office, the whiteboard was covered in various drawings. “DIE” was written over a drawing of Loona killing the goat demon who had given her the shot at the vet’s office. “Days since last fuck up: 0” was written near small pony drawings. “Productivity brainstorm: CUM” was written off to the side.

 “Gonna be honest, Moxxie,” said Blitzo, not too bad for your first solo mission.” He sipped hot coffee from a blood-stained white mug with “BOSS BITCH” on it.

 Moxxie’s eyes sparkled and he gasped. “Reeeeally siiiir?”

 “Nooo, no not really,” Blitzo deadpanned. “You’re a fucking disgrace.”

 Moxxie slumped in disappointment as Millie glared at Blitzo. Loona was fast asleep on the table.

             Part Two: Meet Barbie Wire

   Back in the Sloth Ring, the sky a pale pink, Blitzo peered around a corner of the St. Ann’s (Satan’s) hospital. A thick canopy tree with giant yellow eyes in the leaves and a wavy purple trunk stood in the background. Seeing the coast was clear, he darted past a window. He wore his usual work outfit with a dark suit, dark boots and a torn dark blue cape trailing behind him. He raced across the grounds and climbed up a white downspout and inched his way, carefully sideways to the windows on the second floor. In the sky were floating trees on rocks and a few buildings. Blitzo peered inside and spotted silver Venus fly trap plants.

 He lifted up the window, straining to get his horns through it…

 “Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on…”

 He rolled haphazardly inside…

 “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!”

 …and landed on a heap on the tile floor. A poster with a happy cloud on it with a thumbs-up read “Enjoy your stay!” There was a nearby bookshelf, a pool table, a few red cloud-shaped couches, and Venus fly trap plants filled the room. Overhead was a chandelier of glowing lavender orbs, the lights producing a soothing atmosphere.

 Blitzo was hoisting himself up when…

 ZAP!

 With a yell, the imp got tasered in the back. His butt stood up in the air.

 “Well, if it isn’t the deadbeat,” scoffed a voice from behind him.

 Blitzo stood up, brushing himself off. “Well, if it isn’t nurse pussy-face,” he responded.

 The demon nurse stood with a hand on her hip, wearing a teal uniform. She had a nametag, and a pocket with the upside-down cross logo on it with a heart pencil and pen inside. She was heavyset, with floppy ears, pink skin, short dark hair and pointed black horns with white stripes. Her eyes were teal, her eyebrow thick and she had lipstick and a sideways mouth with sharp teeth. Like other denizens in Sloth, she had a candle at the top of her head and a pointed tail.

 “You ain’t gettin’ in here,” she said to Blitzo, folding her arms. “How many times do I have to sodomize you with a taser before you take a hint?”

 “As many as it takes to get me off, now enough with this foreplay, where’s Barb?”

 “She checked out months ago, but that ain’t none of your business,” said the nurse.

 “Wait, what?” Blitzo asked in shock. “How? This is…wh-where the fuck did she go?”

 “Yeah, like I’m gonna tell you, ass clown,” she barked, holding up the taser in warning.

 “You know I kill people for a living, right bitch?”

 “Oh, I’m so FUCKIN’ scared,” she sarcastically responded.

 “Ugh, fine,” Blitzo scoffed, stomping over toward the window.

 “Blitz, she’s got a job now, a life,” mentioned the nurse. “Don’t fuck it up by finding her.”

 Blitzo rolled his eyes as he climbed out the window. “Oh, that’s nice, why don’t you take that advice and shove it right between your pussy liiiipppps!”

 Blitzo screamed as he fell to the ground. Amazingly, he survived.

 0 0 0

 Blitzo stomped in frustration into his office at I.M.P Headquarters, ignoring his employees. At his desk, Blitzo was talking on his cellphone and browsing on his red laptop. The logo on the laptop was a glowing white demon head. “RIDE ME” was written on Blitzo’s cellphone cover. There were two ads on the screen: one showed a pink succubus with her bare butt showing over blue flames. “Lusttinder (Tinder page for the Lust Ring, an app made by Asmodeus), “You’re right, your husband’s cock IS too small, find a bigger one NOW!"

 And the other ad on Gaggle/Google: “CLICK ON THIS AD AND GET $100M! I’M NOT FUCKING WITH YOU DUDE, FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN JUST CLICK IT!”

 Blitzo spotted Barbie Wire’s profile page. It had no profile picture and it read: “BARBIE WIRE: currently looking for work! Just got outta rehab. Previous Experience in a circus (performer). 217 followers. Barbie hasn’t posted recently. Experience: Acrobatics, Endurance, Stealth, Improv, Labor.”

 “Why the fuck wouldn’t she tell you where she was going?! I mean did you even ask?! Wait hold on, I’m getting another call…hellooooo!” He paused. “Oh good, did you find…really? Where? Thanks, and I promise if we ever get a contract on your children, we’ll make it quick and painless…BYEEEE!”

 Blitzo raced past his employees.

  Meanwhile, In the Sloth Ring, Blitzo entered a room where pill bottles were stored on shelves. The wallpaper was pink and decorated with designs of hearts, pills, and health crosses. The double glass doors had a pill icon on them. The white-haired incubus was scrolling on his phone when Blitzo slipped up to the desk. He held out his phone with a picture of his sister on it.

 “Hi, I’m looking for one of your employees. Her name is Barbie. Does she work here?”

 “Wait, what? Who are you?” the incubus glared.

 Blitzo grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

 “Someone who’s gonna get reeeal creative if you don’t tell him what he wants!” Blitzo barked. He slapped the incubus on the face with his pointed tail. “Where is she, fucknut?”

 Blitzo pressed harder. “I know you know! It only gets worse from here, asshole!”

 The incubus raised his white hands. “Okay! Okay! She’s out on a pickup!”

 Blitzo lowered him. “Where?”

 “In the Lust Ring!”

 So Blitzo traveled to the Lust Ring and slammed a smaller incubus against an alley wall. “Have a Robo Fizz personal companion!” was advertised on a flier. Another poster read in neon pink letters, “Welcome to the LUST RING! Have an eXXXtraordinary stay!”

 “It’s here man, I swear!” cried the small incubus to Blitzo.

 Blitzo raised his flintlock pistol threateningly and held it under his chin. “Open it!”

 The long black-haired incubus raised his hands and pulled out a large crystal on a ring. It was a magical Asmodean crystal, used by succubi and incubi under Asmodeus to travel to Earth to torment humans. The incubus pointed the crystal and a diamond shimmering portal appeared to a forest on Earth.

 “Thanks, chump,” Blitzo grinned. He tossed the incubus away (he fell into a dumpster) and jumped through the portal.

 0 0 0

 Moxxie peered over the bushes and spied on two figures entering the cabin and closing the door. Moxxie turned around and made his way through them. He stumbled downward and landed on…

 “What in the…SIR?!”

 …the back of his boss.

 Blitzo shoved Moxxie off him.

 “MOXXIE?! What the fuck are you doing here?!”

 “Trying to finish the job you gave me,” Moxxie replied.

 “Christ on a stick, you’re still working on that? It’s been like a fucking week. THIS is why I don’t trust you with dick, Mox,” Blitzo remarked.

 Moxxie followed Blitzo and both of them snuck up to the cabin. They pressed their back against the wall.

 “And what exactly are you doing here, sir?”

 “Apparently helping finish your botched job,” Blitzo glared. “But mostly I’m looking for my sister…”

 Knowing the killer camp counselor lurked inside, Blitzo kicked down the door. There was a small green boat in the middle of the water. Near the “Missing” fliers were packs of drugs stacked on top of each other off to the side. Sunlight shone through the holes in a cloth over an opening.

 Sure enough, the counselor was there, looking like a surprised innocent white nerd. He had dirty blonde short hair, glasses, a small beard, and wore a camp cap, brown shorts, brown boots, and a green shirt.

 But he was not alone. A slender woman stood behind him, wearing a short torn black sleeveless jacket and a torn dress with red and white stripes on it. She wore dark tall boots and a gold watch on her right wrist. Her fingers were claws and some white lines and Xs scarred her light brown arms. The woman’s hair was a reddish brown with two large ponytails that curled inward like horns. Blitzo spotted the black Mammon circus mark on her forehead, crossed out by a white X. It was the same mark that Blitzo, Fizzarolli and his family had on their foreheads.

 As soon as he spotted the crossed-out mark, he knew who it was.

 “BARBIE?!” Blitzo asked in shock.

 “BLITZ?!” Barbie Wire cried, equally surprised.

 “You know her?” Moxxie asked.

 “Do I know her? That’s my sister, fuckface!” Blitzo replied.

 “What the fuck are you doing here, shithead?!” Barbie barked.

 “I should be asking you the same thing!” Blitzo fired back. “You check yourself out of rehab, no call, no note…and I have to track you down to this shithole with…” he paused, looking at the man. “…who the fuck is this?”

 Barbie put a hand over his face. “No one, he works for me. And who’s the little twink here?” She looked at Moxxie.

 Blitzo covered Moxxie’s face with his hand. “No one…he works for me.”

 “Sir! That guy’s the target!” Moxxie called.

 Blitzo smirked and folded his arms. “Oh shit, Barb! Looks like your little boy toy got himself into some trouble.”

 “The fuck are you talking about?” Barbie asked.

 “He killed our client and now our client wants to kill him back,” Moxxie explained. Blitzo nodded.

 Barbie turned to the man in anger. “You fucking WHAT?!”

 The man shrugged. “He found out about your drugs.”

 Barbie waved a hand. “I don’t want to fucking hear it, kid!” She turned to Blitzo and Moxxie, pointing. “Look, you’re not killing my supplier!”

 Blitzo put a hand to his head. “Oh fuck…supplier of what? You’re not back on that H-8 are you?” Blitzo pointed an accusing finger. Moxxie pulled out a worn dagger.

 Barbie rolled her eyes. “FUCK NO, it’s just heroin!”

 “Oh thank, Satan,” Blitzo sighed. “So now you’re peddling heroin? What’s the point? That shit barely gets rid of a headache.”

 The three individuals stepped closer toward the middle of the space, save for the man who hid behind the drugs.

 “It’s honest work, okay?” Barbie said. “And I thought it would be sure to keep me as far away from you as possible.”

 Moxxie waved his knife. “And you teamed up with genius here because…?”

 “Do you have any idea how easy teenage humans are to manipulate?” Barbie smirked, mentioning to her partner.

 “Heeey! No, I’m not!” the man protested.

 Barbie turned to him, widening her eyes. She moved her butt seductively, showing her black underwear, and spoke in a babyish voice.

 “Oh Jimmy-wimmy, can you pwease keep loading up deez druggie-wuggies for me?”

 Jimmy blushed, raising his eyebrows. “Heh, sure Barb. Whatever you say.”

 “Sir…” Moxxie fumed to Blitzo. “I’ve spent a week on this…” He held up his knife. “I’m finishing it, one way or another…”

 Barbie stepped forward, sharp teeth bared, her eyes briefly glowing white. “DON’T YOU DARE!”

 The four of them then got into a brawl. After briefly noticing the fireworks outside, Moxxie growled and leaped toward Jimmy with his weapon. Jimmy flinched as Moxxie was thrown into the water by Barbie’s long pointed tail. Barbie pressed a button on her Asmodean Crystal and she morphed into her demon imp form. Her skin was red and her horns were black and curved with small white stripes.

 “Come on Blitzo,” she mocked, using the “o” in his name on purpose to annoy him, “…Haven’t you fucked my life up enough already?!”

 Moxxie reached out a hand and crawled out of the water toward Jimmy. Barbie pulled him back with her tail and he fell into her. He landed some fists near her face. The frightened Jimmy hoped over the drugs and raced toward the door. He frantically pulled on the knot holding the cloth and flinched back as Moxxie’s dagger hit the spot where he had been.

 Barbie was chocking Moxxie and Blitzo was choking Barbie as they struggled to free themselves. Moxxie fell to the ground and Barbie held him down with a hand. She punched his head before Blitzo removed her hand. Moxxie crawled away from Barbie and raced toward Jimmy. He leaped off the boat and lunged for him. He punched him in the face before Barbie raced over and attempted to start the boat. Moxxie knocked her off to the side and moved Jimmy’s head toward the deadly motor blades of the boat. Barbie knocked Moxxie down with a hard punch to his head. Blitzo retaliated by pulling his sister up in a headlock.

 Moxxie attempted to catch Jimmy again, the man screaming in fear. Barbie tackled Moxxie to the ground in midair. Moxxie stood up, accidentally stepping onto Blitzo’s head. Barbie leaned back and pulled hard at Moxxie’s wig. Jimmy shivered with fear further back. Blitzo’s eyes were swollen and he took tired breaths. Moxxie choked Jimmy again as Barbie growled and jabbed him in the face with her elbow. Eventually, Moxxie was thrown against the wall, eye makeup melting around his eyes. He pulled his knife from the wall and stalked toward Jimmy once again, teeth barred.  As Jimmy stepped back, Barbie cut in front of Moxxie, landing punches of her own while dodging his knife. She also shoved Jimmy aside. She punched Moxxie in the face, holding his wrist and he jabbed her in the abdomen. The knife fell and he grabbed it. Moxxie was about to grab him when Barbie tackled him from behind. Barbie held Moxxie down as Blitzo shoved Jimmy into the water.

 Not too long after, Barbie choked Blitzo near the steps. Moxxie had a cut on his forehead, staring with menace at Jimmy. With a bloodied mouth, Jimmy pleaded for mercy. Barbie tackled Moxxie again before he could reach him. All three imps growled and tugged at each other, while Jimmy crept up the steps. He grabbed a package of heroin and threw it into the imps. Their eyes turned black and they roared primal roars. Jimmy stood on the boat in fear. In a split second he spotted the firework rocket heading toward him through a window…

 BOOM!

 Jimmy’s head exploded and the imps got rained in blood.

 “SATAN FUCKING DAMMIT!” Barbie bellowed in rage. “Thanks a lot, Blitzo, I’m out of a job! FUCK!”

 She stomped off.

 “Barb, wait!” Blitzo cried, wanting to make amends. “I want to help you…let me help you. Please? You’re clean now, right? Let’s grab dinner, we’ll catch up and we’ll talk about…”

 Barbie let out a forced laugh and turned back to her brother. “You don’t fucking GET IT!” She jabbed her finger into his chest. “Just cause I’m outta rehab, doesn’t mean I wanna see you. I NEVER WANNA see you EVER!”

 Barbie marched off and pressed her Asmodean Crystal. A shimmering diamond portal appeared, leading back to the Sloth Ring. She stepped through it and peered out.

 “Next time you wanna find me Blitzo…DON’T!”

 She vanished and the portal closed. Blitzo stood heartbroken and Moxxie had his head in his hands. Blood covered the floors, walls, and the imps. Blitzo couldn’t believe after all the time he spent searching for her, she had vanished again. What had he done to hurt her so horribly?

#helluvaboss

[cloudsmovelikeawraith]

dead leaves!!!!! desperate summers!!!! all ages clubs and metal shutters to keep you out..... while we hang around factories...... til we!! meet each other!!! two discount lives and heavy numbers to keep you down! if I wait around.... maybe she might come back to say that I'm. not sure u know my name that's fine! but take me with you this tiiiiime!!!

[here2bbtstrash]

Hiii, M! I've been thinking about you a lot during this Jihope madness today lmao.

And now I see all of the wips you've added to your masterlist and omfg... I'm so excited for all of them! All of the queer ones, so so excited to read that from you. The criminal Hobi one sounds so good too and I wonder if I'm going to finally be able to hate Jungkook in a fanfic lmao. And I don't even wanna talk about the JK one because.... yeah I better not.

Really cheering for you to keep working on that LDOMLT chapter! I can't even imagine how hard it is to write and finish a full series, so props to you, really. And I still haven't even read the latest one because I'm not ready to be devastated by it while I'm doing exams lol. But the time shall come for that too.

Sending all of my support and encouragement your way 💞💞💞

hiiiii ivi!!!! 🥺 i hope you're well! and YES IT HAS BEEN SUCH A GOOD WEEK FOR ME SECOND ONLY TO HOBIPALOOZA WEEK LMAO 💜 god i love jihope food and this has been a fucking FEAST i tell you!!!!

oh god cop!jk from what if... 😩 i'm terrified to even write him lmfao. he's undercut ponytail motorcycle-riding officer jeon who skirts the rules bc he has a personal vendetta 💀💀💀 just kill me now tbh!!!!!

take your tiiiiime with LDOMLT for real! it's not going anywhere so pls don't feel rushed! and i will take my time on this final chapter 🥰 (honestly it might even be better to wait bc then you'll immediately be able to soothe the pain with ch 11 instead of just wallow in it!) i'm really getting so excited about it now, i cannot WAIT for you all to see it!!! also i wish you allllll the luck on exams omg!!! i hope you do well!!

thank you thank you so much 🥺 i really feel it and i'm sending just as much back!!!! i hope you're having a wonderful day 💜💜💜

#btscontentenjoyer #mbox 📮 #queue what you want ㄱ -ㅅ-ㄱ