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jyoongim · 3 months

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Your hate fuck fic was absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS. Anything else with that mean ole’ radio demon degrading the reader would be greatly appreciated 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ maybe like the reader was angels friend- it’s a given she’s well versed in sex n such but has given up that life and he’s determined to see just what made her so popular 👹

themes: 18+! Fem!reader, creampies, fingering, begging, retired pornstar? Nudity, implied drunk sex (reader goes get sober), kissing, dick-riding, blowjob, long tongue, implied pussyeating,

Alastor x retired!pornstar reader

When you came to the hotel you were rather embarrassed to show up looking a hot mess, but regardless Charlie took you in.

You smiled when you saw a familiar face, Angel. Th two of you worked under Valentino until you ‘retired’.

“Toots here was the best in the business! She always knew how to bring in the big bucks” Angel had said during your introduction to the others, causing Husker to groan at the thought of another Angel in their midst and the others to be surprised. You really didn’t match the description.

You were the epitome of sex appeal before calling it quits. But the industry wasn’t like it use to be and Val wanted you to be more…willing to venture out of your comfort zone.

You weren’t really a pornstar per say, but you knew how to get the job done.

But you wanted to turn a new leaf. You ditched the tight and revealing outfits for more loose and modest clothing. It felt good to be your actual self.

But that didn’t mean that your sexual appetite just disappeared.

Alastor was the first to notice when you ditched the slutty attire to more conservative wears. You carried yourself like a well-mannered lady, but he always saw how you looked at him.

So he took it upon himself to see just how far you go when you couldnt contain your desires any longer.

You had been drinking with Angel, discussing how dumb Val’s scripts were and wondering how people enjoyed horribly written porn plots.

Angel had passed out on the couch and you stumbled your way to your room.

You giggled as you crashed into stuff and sighed in relief when you found what you thought was your bedroom.

You began undressing and in your drunken state, you caught sight of a full mirror. You took in your form and admired how you looked.

maybe you should have dibbled into porn. Your body was killer.

You pitted around to try and find a nightie for bed, but frowned as you came up empty.

”What are you doing in my room my Dear?” A voice asked, causing you to yelp and turn around to fins Alastor standing in the door.

You blinked slowly “y-your room? no this is…” you finally took in your surroundings and realized that you were indeed NOT in your room.

Instead, it was Alastor’s room.

You rubbed your neck, embarrassed “O-oh I’m sorry Alastor” you staggered to the door and went to move past him, but he shut the door.

”now now my dear a lady shouldn’t be walking the halls in your state, why dont you rest here for a while” his smile wide.

It had to be the alcohol in your system, because you smiled back and leaned your body into his, arms circling his neck “Oh Alastor youre so kind”

You had completely forgot you were practically naked.

Now that you were up close, you took in his features.

Angel was right. He was hot.

You always had thought Alastor was attractive. He oozed dominance and carried himself with such a prideful way.

You oftened imagined him having his way with you at night, resulting in many panties needing to be changed in the morning.

”something the matter my dear?” Alastor asked as he saw you stared at him, cheeks turning a rosy pink.

”H-has anyone every told you that you’re sexy?”

Alastor blinked and let out a laugh

”Oh my dear! Please this is Hell, I hear a lot of things. That pesky spider is always making depraved jokes of a sexual nature”

He grimaced with a shudder

You frowned ”then what about me?” You asked softly.

You suddenly became aware that you were in the nude…in alastor’s room…and he was just conversing like he hadn’t noticed.

He tilted his head, grinning at the pout on your lip

“What about you my dear?”

”You have the best piece of ass that ever graced the pentagram and you’re doing nothing. I’ve had guys kill to get this close to me”

That liquid courage must have been working double in your system, because you nuzzled your nose under his jaw, whining “Don’t you want to touch me?”

Alastor hummed as you trailed your lips up his neck

what a tempting little thing you were

”why don’t you show me what makes you the best doll?”

You had sobered up after the second orgasm.

Alastor had made you cum by his fingers and mouth. The tongue on that one

You were currently bobbing your head p and down on his cock. Eyes locked on his glowing red eyes as you deep throated him. Alastor had a lazy smile on his face as you sucked to your heart content.

You released him with a pop, keeping your tongue wrapped around his length. Happpy with your work you let him go and turned your attention to his balls.

Back in your hay day, you would have never let a man get this far with you, but you wanted this. You wanted to treat Alastor to what made you so appealing.

You climbed your way back onto his lap, slamming your lips on his as you Lined him up to your entrance.

Fuck you were soaking.

A throaty whine escaped you as you lowered yourself on his cock

Alastor’s hands found purchase on your plush ass, helping you set a steady pace.

You were riding him like you’ll never get this chance again.

His cock felt so good. Hitting spots that had you mewling in his mouth.

You were sure his cock was coated white with how soppy your cunt was.

Breaking from his mouth, you moaned as he thrusted up into you, meeting your downward thrust. You were about to cum again. That sweet tingle shot through your core as you bounced on him.

”A-Alastor! Ah! P-please…I-I’m I’m gonna cum” you moaned quickening your pace.

You leaned back, one hand bracing his thigh, the other found your clit and you rubbed tight, fast circles as you rode him.

Alastor watched as you fell apart on his cock, he sped up his thrusts and growled when your cunt started to squeeze him.

”Go on dear. Cum. I want to feel that cunt cum on my cock.”

you whimpered, throwing your head back, a silent scream on your lips as your orgasm ripped through you.

Alastor braced your hips and rutted into you until he tensed; spilling his cum deep into your cunt.

You collapsed into his chest, grinning on him to ride out your orgasm.

panting, you sighed as he peppered your shoulder and neck with kisses.

”Finest cunt to grace Hell indeed my dear”

#hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor smut #jyoongim #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor hazbin hotel #Alastor imagine #alastor x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel

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carebearbro · 1 month

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I believe Grumpy and Dibble are the same as Charlie Brown and Snoopy.

Yeah, there are some similarities.

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sohannabarberaesque · 2 years

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An editorial: Whither Hanna-Barbera?

With Warner Bros. having just concluded its merger of Discovery Networks, thereby making the company Warner Media Discovery, whispers have emerged of late in certain areas of animation as are suggesting that its animation division, WB Animation, may be seeking to deemphasise children's or family-oriented animation production such as the HBO Max series Jellystone!, now in its second series with a third in production, yet rumoured to be cancelled because of "budget cuts."

Which, if anything, borders on an insult to the greater Hanna-Barbera legacy which Jellystone! seeks to encapsulate to a newer generation whose parents were likely brought up on the flicktoonry of William Hanna and Joseph Barbera's studio in Hollywood's Cahuenga Pass neighbourhood on Saturday-morning television (and sometimes as part of local hosted children's shows airing after school). And remember, too, that it was Hanna and Barbera, after being let go from Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studios, whence they created the Tom and Jerry franchise in 1940 (winning seven Oscars for Best Animated Short as well), in 1957, who actually managed to save animation from near-extinction with such techniques as actually demonstrated the viability from a cost standpoint of animation for the fast-rising medium of television.

(However, understand that Hanna-Barbera did not create the concept of animation for television: Credit Jay Ward--yes, the same Jay Ward as would later create Rocky and Bullwinkle--and Jerry K. Fairbanks for such with their creation of Crusader Rabbit for first-run syndication in 1950, whose animation, by modern standards, was probably rather primitive.)

At any rate, the point is this: For what some animation purists would call a cheap and at turns kitschy look, the products of Hanna-Barbera Productions in their Luscious Glory at 3400 Cahuenga are, and ought be seen as, one with America's Great Cultural Heritage and Identity, never mind what cultural conservatives with their minds in Branson, Missouri more than likely want us thinking. Not to mention an important part of American television history and heritage; as a matter of fact, within weeks of Huckleberry Hound's debut in first-run syndication in 1958, Huckleberry Hound and Yogi Bear quickly took the country by storm, what with bars in many cities having signs warning patrons not to clink their glasses or otherwise make loud noise while Huck was on, Huckleberry Hound being adopted by a number of colleges and universities and their fraternities as a mascot of sorts, and even an island in the Antarctic being so named.

Too, Hanna-Barbera's influence was international in a way: The Cycling and Jazz Club in Hull, England rebranded themselves as the Yogi Bear Club, and membership exploded. Thanks to the popularity of Top Cat (rebranded Boss Cat in England's Green and Pleasant Land to avoid "commercial associations" such as the BBC frowns upon in the name of God, Queen and Commonwealth), "dibble" (as in TC's main protagonist, Officer Charlie Dibble) has become slang for a police officer, especially so in the North of England (notably so in Lancanshire and around Manchester and Carlisle). And for some reason, The Banana Splits are recognised in Britain as one with the Mod Generation of mid-late 1960's/early 1970's pop culture.

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At any rate, the point is this: However cheesy and campy Hanna-Barbera's animations may have looked on the TV, be it on Saturday morning or otherwise, and for all the ad nauseum unease parents may have had about how TV was "dulling our children," Hanna-Barabera Productions' legacy in American television history, American pop culture, animation history even, ought not be reduced to a mere footnote or otherwise slighted just for corporate interest.

To the contrary, such are deserving of due and proper respect among us Old Hanna-Barberians as were so brought up in our otherwise Wasted and Dissolute Youth.

And which Warner Media Discovery needs to recognise.

Should they choose not to, and rather wash their hands, Pilate-fashion, of such a rich, fascinating and otherwise esoteric part of our pop culture legacy--especially by invoking the notion of such being "no longer economically viable" or otherwise "incompatible with current business models"--they may want to consider one of two options:

Put the remains of the Hanna-Barbera legacy, including its film library, licencing and merchandising rights and all that jazz, into a special legacy aimed at maintaining the integrity of the studio's creations and creative heritage.

Give Disney "the finger," so to speak, by releasing the Hanna-Barbera Productions legacy (including Tom and Jerry, Spike and Tyke, Droopy and Dribble and Barney Bear) into the public domain (cf. musical satirist Tom Lehrer releasing his musical catalogue thus a couple years back), hoping such could be given new life thus.

At anye rate, Warner Media Discovery needs to recognise that, in acquiring the Hanna-Barbera legacy from Turner Entertainment some years back, such is an important (howbeit esoteric) part of the Great American Cultural Identity on many fronts. A part too important to slight or trivialise.

HANNA-BARBERA FOREVER!

#editorial #commentary #hanna barbera #hanna barbera legacy #saturday morning television #american television history #american broadcasting history #american culture #american pop culture #american cultural identity #american cultural heritage #cultural identity #cultural legacy #warner media discovery #wb animation #public domain #hannabarberaforever

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vergaracarbonepublicidad-panama · 2 years

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27 de septiembre de 1961 se emitió el primer episodio de la serie animada TOP CAT. El personaje principal, Top Cat (Don Gato), es el líder de una pandilla felina callejera de Manhattan: Fancy-Fancy, Spook, Benny the Ball, The Brain y Choo-Choo. Por su parte, el Oficial Charlie Dibble, policía del vecindario, trata infructuosamente de atraparlos y llevarlos a la cárcel. (en Videofoto Panama) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjG1ojMLiqc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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multifandomplushie · 5 years

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I SEE NO DIFFERENCE

#top cat #officer dibble #charlie dibble #tcdibble #sonic x #rouge the bat #topaz #roupaz #i see no difference

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darkwingsnark · 7 years

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#top cat #officer dibble #charlie dibble #hanna barbera #snark art

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surferboypizzas · 3 years

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Could you do some head canons about Scott and Jean (from XMA) having a daughter in the future?

ok to be honest, i don't know if xma stands for the x men academy series or x men apocalypse, so i just built off the movies (like a clown). if this isn't what you meant/if you want more, feel free to send in another ask!

(tw: swearing and i ay the word "dead")

scott just wants to be a good dad™️

he was raised in reaganite suburbia, so his idea of a good father was: "hey son, just got home from my work business work thing! wanna play catch?"

so he tries that out

and he ✨hates it✨

so he's more of a stay-at-home dad

well i guess they live where they work so they're always at home

but shut up you know what i mean

the moment rachel took her first bREATH he was like "well hi there daughter i would drop dead right now just to see you smile"

also let me just tell you, jean giving birth was terrifying

remember how everything went apeshit when wanda gave birth?

yeah it was that but scarier

when rachel was a toddler, she always tried to grab at scott's glasses, which is a safety hazard

jean walked into rachel's room once (when she was about 4) and jean found her daughter laughing her ass off in the corner of the room while scott was covering his eyes, on all fours, reaching around trying to get his glasses

so she did what any reasonable mother would do

she took a picture

and then handed scott his glasses

i love them

scott was a very normal guy before all this mutant stuff

he always wanted a family, that never changed

but jean was so... not... normal

and rachel was so... well, scott liked to call her "funky"

because rachel thought that word was HILARIOUS

like- when rachel was five, jean, scott, and her were dancing around rachel's room

and scott called the song "funky"

rachel was rolling on the FLOOR

anyway jean loved her baby

they're the type of family to call their kid "baby"

jean needed rachel to know that she was loved, and would be loved no matter what

mostly because of what happened with jean's father

when rachel was young she would sometimes ask: "why do we never visit your family, mom?"

and this question was generally asked when she was visiting her grandparents and/or uncle alex (yes alex is alive fight me he was also scott's best man at their wedding)

and jean would always say that scott and rachel were her family, of course until rachel was about four, and decided that answer was no longer satisfactory.

"you always say that. where's your other family?"

and jean would explain how everyone at the mansion is her family

(speaking of that, charles cried when he held rachel for the first time because she is kind of like his grandchild, seeing as he had grown to see jean as his daughter)

and rachel would be like "so charlie (omdkdkmds "charlie" im gonna cry) is like your dad? and your siblings are jubilee, and oreo (yes she calls ororo 'oreo'), and peter, and k-"

"exactly! now sweetie would you please go to sleep."

so when they got home

WHEN THEY GOT H O M E

the first person she saw was peter, and while she was running up the stairs with her bag (and the thousands of gifts her uncle alex had given her because he spoils her rotten), without even looking at peter, she casually said:

"hi uncle peter! bye uncle peter!"

and scott and jean just looked at one another like: ???

then they looked at peter

AND HE WAS JUST- 😧🥺😣😖😫😭

HE WAS CLOSE TO ACTUAL TEARS

AND SHE KEPT DOING THIS FOR ALL OF THEM???

"aunt oreo, can you read this to me?"

"uncle kurt! the genie in this movie is blue too!" pppfffttt

"aunt jubilee, can you braid my hair?"

and every time this happened they FREAKED THE FUCK OUT

also once when referring to peter, rachel didn't call him "uncle peter"

"peter, can i visit mr. dibbles?"

"i'm sorry, what did you just call me?"

"... 'peter'?"

"nuh uh uh! no! nope. absolutely not."

"WHAT? what did i do?"

"nah nah nah kid, you called me uncle peter once and now you are stuck with it forever."

"ok! crazy man."

"that's uncle crazy man to you, young lady."

anyway

last thing i want to say is that jubilee paints rachel's nails for special occasions

#jean grey #jubilation lee #kurt wagner #x men #charles xavier #scott summers #rachel summers #rachel grey #peter maximoff #himbo's hcs

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zigzigal · 39 minutes

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An idea I had stuck in the back of my mind

#top cat #hanna barbera #don gato #yeah I think they are talking about each other jshs #someone please tell me why top cat has so many trusting issues #I love them as much as the first day I drew them #charlie dibble

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topcatofficial · 3 months

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my top cat ocs (theyre all charlie dibble's kids)

fred dibble and daniel dibble are kids of dibble and his wife (who are divorced in my land of make believe)

fred being a boy scout is based on dibble being a camp counselor in one comic story, while daniel being in junior league is based on dibble being a little league coach in another story. both their names & their haircolors are also based on the comics :P

winona is an orphan dibble takes in after his divorce. in a 60s based setting, legally she's dibbles' ward - but in a modern setting dibble and tc are both her adoptive dads. teehee?

fred and daniel only exist exclusively and solely because i think itd be funny for dibble to deal with kids on top of a divorce. winona exists because i often think about tc being sad about not being able to keep the baby in tc minds the baby. so. baby as a treats for him.

#fanart #mine

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iheartgod175 · 2 years

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The Einherjar Files: Entry 5 - Top Cat

Finally, after twenty years or so, I present to you the boss, the VIP, the championship--Top Cat himself! Super excited!

Working Top Cat into the role of Murata Himeko was a challenge, but also fun. And for those who haven't played the game (or have, but haven't gotten to Chapter 9 yet), T.C.'s bio includes some pretty huge spoilers for that. And if you were hit hard by Final Lesson and Diane's Sojourn like I was, you might want to bring some tissues. We can drown in the sadness together :'-)

General Bio:

Age: 37

Birthday: May 29th

Birthplace/Hometown: New York City

Occupation: Con Artist, Squad Leader, Major, Captain

Einherji Rank: S

Battlesuit Affinity: MECH

Battlesuits: Frisian Cobra/Arctic Kriegmesser, Riptide, Einherjar's Triumph, Chainbreaker, Wild Joker, Rimestar Cutlass, Godslayer - Eclipse

Top Cat was known at one point as one of the up-and-coming con artists in New York City. True, his schemes backfired more often than not, but his easygoing, flirty charm, and his loyal gang set him apart as a troublemaker with a following. Charlie Dibble, the one officer who hung onto his case like super glue, once suggested that he should get involved in politics, which Top Cat took great offense to. No, he was more content to create schemes to get rich quick and get himself and the boys off the streets.

Fate would have other plans for him, it seemed. After saving the life of a Major during a Honkai attack in the alley, Top Cat was offered the chance to become an Einherjar, a warrior who took up a weapon against the Honkai. Top Cat initially turned this offer down, but quickly changed his tune when he heard that he'd be paid handsomely for his efforts. After talking the man into allowing his friends to have free room and board, Top Cat was enrolled in the famed Hanabera Academy to begin training as an Einherjar.

His natural leadership skills made him perfect for combat simulations, and after graduation was quickly made the leader of a small team, known as the Zeta Squadron, which at this point consisted of veterans Ruff and his best friend Reddy, newcomer and wannabe con artist Wally Gator and budding con artist Hokey Wolf and his best friend/foil Ding-a-Ling. This team was successful in many field and rescue missions, and due to activity in the Arctic regions (namely Canada), they were relocated there. They merged with the 467th Battalion that was in place, as it only had three members, and was renamed as the Arctic Kriegmesser. The three members that joined their team were Breezly Bruin, Sneezly Seal, and Charlie Dibble, who left the force shortly after Top Cat left New York and found a similar position in the Canadian branch. The group dynamics were shaky at first, in no part due to Top Cat and Dibble's butting of heads, but their success rate was second to none. And slowly, but sure, Dibble and Top Cat would become a powerful fighting duo, but neither would be caught dead admitting that they actually enjoyed working with each other.

Top Cat's perfect record would suffer one blight, however, when the 2nd Honkai Eruption occurred and a swarm of Honkai beasts attacked the Arctic Circle. Though the Arctic Kriegmesser fought valiantly to protect everyone, the group was splintered, and Top Cat and Dibble were captured by Mr. E in an effort to force them to join World Serpent. When they refused, Mr. E decided to execute them the next day at dawn. On the day of their executions, however, the Honkai not only attacked their base, but also the town below. Top Cat and Dibble escaped in the chaos that ensued, and fought off the new class of Honkai beasts that were spewing ice and freezing Einherjar and Valkyries instantly. Top Cat was having trouble during the fight, his movements becoming slower and his attacks lacking the power he had. He was nearly killed by one of the beasts, but Dibble jumped in the way. The last thing the former cop told Top Cat would be engrained in his mind for the rest of his life—“Live, T.C. Live for the boys.” Dibble was swiftly skewered in front of him, followed by being shot by multiple ice volleys. Enraged by Dibble's death, Top Cat summoned the last bit of his energy to kill the beast and its ilk, though not without sustaining multiple injuries that resulted in him collapsing in a pool of his own blood afterwards. He was rescued a short while later by Touché's squadron, the Immortal Blades, who had been called in as an emergency backup. When Top Cat awoke in the hospital two days later, Touché revealed in his report that Dibble was the only casualty his team had suffered, since the rest of his team had escaped with minor injuries. To Top Cat, however, the mission was considered a failure because of Dibble’s death. His survivor’s guilt would be compounded when he sent Dibble’s ex-wife her husband’s belongings and she lashed out at him at the funeral, blaming him for his death.

Another blow would be dealt to Top Cat in the form of a grim diagnosis: his natural adaptability for Honkai had decreased substantially over the course of several months, and as such he was more susceptible to Honkai corruption. There was no cure for this, and he had two options: either retire and spend the rest of his days in peace, or accept artificial stigmata at the cost of his life. Refusing to allow his boys to live on the streets again, as well as allowing Dibble's death to be in vain, Top Cat chose the latter, undergoing brutal training to regain his strength and experiments to develop artificial stigmata. He was offered the role of Major with the condition that he take breaks in between missions. Top Cat relented, and disclosed to the other Alley Gang about Dibble's death, but not his diagnosis, refusing to allow them to worry about him.

After Dibble's funeral, Top Cat would continue to lead several missions with the Arctic Kriegmesser, followed by the Assault Squad after the group's dissolution. Due to his exemplar service, he was promoted to S-rank and captain/de facto squad leader of the Hanabera Assault Force, which was originally conceived to train new graduates, but soon became known as Top Cat's "second gang". The second iteration of this team had members that he either rescued or were rehabilitated criminals. Similar to his time at the Kriegmesser, he would butt heads with Ricochet because of his hotheadedness, but he couldn't deny that the rabbit had talent. When his health was good, he would actively participate in missions, resolving to make sure that no life would be lost, unlike what happened with the Kriegmesser.

No one knew how far he'd go to keep his promise until the next Honkai Eruption occurred...

Battlesuits:

Frisian Cobra/Arctic Kriegmesser (PSY): Top Cat's first official suit with the 467th Battalion. He ditches his traditional purple and black for white and blue, complete with a tattered cape, and wields a broadsword (known as the Frisian Cobra) in battle. Though slow and bulky, it allows Top Cat to fire off powerful ice attacks.

Riptide (BIO): Top Cat's suit that he wore during his time with the Assault Squad. This suit helps him better control his weakest element, lightning, and allows him to breezily cut through his enemies without effort.

Einherjar's Triumph (BIO): Top Cat's third suit and first official suit with the Hanabera Academy. Ditching the purple yet again for black, red and bronze, this suit boasts limited capabilities and it is much weaker than his previous suits, which is why he saves it as an absolute last resort. His best memory of using this suit, however, is when he used it to beat Ricochet on his first week of class.

Godslayer - Chainbreaker (MECH): This is one of the Godsbane-type battlesuits designed by Quest Enterprises to combat Herrschers. Colored white, gold and black, it allows for great elemental power at the cost of speed. Though not powered by any Divine Key, the risks for Honkai corruption is unbelievably high, hence why the suit was locked away. Top Cat donned it in order to face an unstable Shazam in the Sea of Dark Water, but was unable to control the suit and almost died due to the corruption. He turned this suit over to Yogi shortly after the battle.

Wild Joker (PSY): The name was given to the tattered, extremely destructive suit that Top Cat donned during the Assault Force's expedition in the Nine Realms. Having been heavily corrupted by the powerful Taixuan sword, his moves are more frenzied and erratic, and he uses more underhanded methods to lure his enemies into his trap.

Rimestar Cutlass (MECH): The white, blue and gold battlesuit that Top Cat donned during his final return to New York City, when he battled against a recently awakened Herrscher of Stars. This once belonged to a member of the famed Immortal Blades' and as such, Top Cat can drop the hammer (similar to Mjolnir) and one golem to assist him during battles in addition to his broadsword abilities.

Godslayer - Eclipse (MECH): One of the first Godsbane-type battlesuits developed to fight Herrschers, and dubbed "the warrior's swan song" by several scientists. This suit is fueled by the Gem of Haste, which grants the user incredible fighting strength, durability and elemental prowess (in this case, fire) at the cost of their body becoming corrupted. The nickname would become eerily fitting, for this suit would become Top Cat's final weapon in the fight against the recently awakened Herrscher of Order.

Notes/Trivia:

If it isn’t obvious already, I am a huge Himeko fan. ^^ And a Top Cat fan as well, which made writing this series in order INCREDIBLY hard.

Top Cat was originally going to be a member of the team, rather than fill in for Himeko at first, but the idea of him taking on a mentor role to the main characters was too good and hilarious to not explore. Much of the brainstorming went to his role in the story when I wasn't focused on George and Jane, lol. Plus, I figured it would be nice to do Himeko some justice and put more emphasis on her backstory and give her some more suits :)

As much as I love Himeko (and Kallen, and Yae, and Theresa...come to think of it most of my faves have a crazy amount of backstory, yet they barely appear in the main storyline O.O), I have to admit that she didn't have much importance until around chapters 8-11, where her role as the team's mentor and mother figure is really emphasized. I wanted to rectify that by giving Top Cat more focus in the main story and interactions with the rest of the cast.

Fire is Top Cat’s strongest element, with lightning being his weakest. One suit is designed to counter this (namely Riptide, which is this story’s version of Scarlet Fusion).

If it isn't obvious already, I love the T.C./Dibble dynamic. ^^

I also almost made T.C. older than Yogi in this universe, but that doesn't really sound right to me :/

This version of T.C. is a lot nicer, and selfless than he is in canon, IMO. Granted, some of his self-serving tendencies do come out on occasion, but it's not as bad as it is in both the original and Jellystone. I mean, here he actually manages to get along with Dibble and avenges his death later on. I'd call that a major upgrade.

Whew, finally got that done! Next on the list will be Doggie Daddy, another character that I've been looking forward to doing! However, the Ein Files will temporarily go on hold while I work on the next entry in the Attero Dominatus Files, so be on the lookout for that as well!

Enjoy!

#honkai impact 3rd #hanna-barbera #top cat #murata himeko #crossover #character profile #fanfic planning

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sohannabarberaesque · 1 year

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Top Cat headcannon/fanfic prompt from back in their Brooklyn days

Police Officer Charlie Dibble, TC's own worst enemy, pretending not to notice much as the clowder is walking down the street to the neighbourhood deli for lunch (and fortunately, doesn't say anything to TC, even by way of the inevitable warning to watch his step all the more, for reasons we may never know).

#hanna barbera #headcannon #fanfic prompt #top cat #brooklyn #officer dibble #hannabarberaforever

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bumgall · 3 years

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My own personal arrangement

Deck us all with Boston Charlie

Walla walla, Wash., an' Kalamazoo!

Nora's freezin' on the trolley

Swaller dollar cauliflower alley'garoo!

Don't we know archaic barrel

Antelope Cantaloup, 'lope with you!

Donkey Bonny brays a carol

Boola boola Pensacoola hullabaloo!

Bark us all bow-wows of folly

Polly welly cracker n' too-da-loo!

Trolley Molly don't love Harold

Harum scarum five alarum bung-a-loo!

Chollie's collie barks at Barrow

Lullaby lilla boy, Louisville Lou?

Hunky Dory's pop is lolly gaggin'

on the wagon Willy, folly go through!

Duck us all in bowls of barley

Ninky dinky dink an' polly voo!

Chilly Filly's name is Chollie

Chollie Filly's jolly chilly view halloo!

Bark us all bow-wows of folly

Double-bubble, toyland trouble! Woof, Woof, Woof!

Tizzy seas on melon collie!

Dibble-dabble, scribble-scrabble! Goof, Goof, Goof!

#walt kelly #pogo #boston #charlie #duawbc

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charles/pickles, "you're warm" :3c

ohhhhohoho thank you for thisssss, you finally gave me an excuse to write up a little idea i’ve had for a while! it uhhh...got just a touch raunchy. i hope that’s okay hehe

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Charles woke in an empty bed, which usually didn’t bother him, except he’d fallen asleep with a certain insatiable redhead tucked in his arms last night, and he’d rather hoped to find him still there in the morning. He sat up and stretched, shivering as the blankets slipped away. It was a cold Colorado morning. He’d need to light the fireplace later.

He rose and found his flannel bottoms and thick robe. His slippers lay by the foot of the bed where he’d kicked them off in the middle of Pickles hastily undressing him the night before. Heat prickled in his ears. He needed to find that boy.

The cabin was spacious but cozy, and it didn’t take long for Charles to catch the scent of something savory in the air. Approaching the kitchen, he heard the tell-tale sizzle of meat and--was that singing? He quieted his footsteps and peeked in through the doorway to see Pickles standing at the stove, working to stir something in a shallow pan. His dreads were tied back in a loose bun, exposing his thin neck, and he wore a pair of white underpants and a thin t-shirt and nothing else. Charles drew his robe closer around himself just looking at him. It was really very cold, but Pickles seemed fine, singing under his breath and dancing back and forth in front of the stove in a way that made Charles watch his thighs for longer than he probably should’ve.

“Good morning,” he said finally, pretending like he’d just walked in and hadn’t been staring needfully for the past minute.

“G’mornin’, sunshine,” Pickles cooed at him with a brief peek over his shoulder. “You were out like a light. Guess I really wore ya out.” And he snickered and returned to his cooking.

Charles couldn’t help himself anymore. Couldn’t not touch him. He went right for Pickles and wrapped his arms snug around his soft middle. “You’re warm,” he sighed against his neck, kissing at freckles. The man burned like a furnace. Pickles trembled, dropped the spatula into the skillet, and leaned back into the touch.

“That’s my thick Wisconsin blood,” he said, taking one of Charles’ hands by the wrist, leading it lower. “Y’know what else is thick?”

Charles hummed a laugh as his fingers reached their intended target, feeling the half-hard swell of Pickles’ arousal. Yes, absolutely insatiable, this one. Quick to light like a struck match. “The breakfast will burn, darling.”

“Then I’ll make more, darling.”

“I’d hate to see your efforts wasted, though. And I am rather hungry.”

Pickles moaned with a bit of disappointment. “Fiiiiine. You win.” He pretended to pout until Charles kissed him, deeply, which did nothing to help the poor thing settle down, though he was grinning from ear to ear. “Gahd, you fuckin’ tease. I hate when yer like this. Go sit yer fine ass down already.”

“All right, all right.” Charles tucked into the breakfast nook and peered out the windows at the deep forest that seemed to stretch on forever. The snow-capped mountains in the far distance were pretty as a painting in the morning sun. It had been such a good idea, bringing Pickles out here to his vacation home. He wondered briefly why he hadn’t done it much sooner. What had he been so afraid of?

A few moments later, Pickles brought over two stoneware plates piled high with scrambled eggs smothered in cheese, bacon, sausage, biscuits with honey. They ate and talked and laughed and mooned at each other across the table.

Charles felt his heart well up with contentment as he watched Pickles lick dibbled honey from his fingers. “You’re so beautiful, you know.”

Pickles’ eyes looked remarkably green against the blush in his cheeks. “Jeez, Charlie...warn a guy before you say shit like that.” He blinked a little too quickly and cleared his throat, a wobbly smile playing on his lips.

It was, in all honesty, the best morning Charles had ever had. And after breakfast, on the couch in front of the roaring hearth, it only got better.

#THANK YOU FOR THISSSSSS #ahhh SO FUN #my boys...i just want them happyyyy #metalocalypse #chickles #my writing #i guess i'll put this in the tag why not!!#Anonymous

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