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I decided that this week it's Ghastly Week on eBay, and I figured I'd share some stuff over here too!
Up top is (I think) my first drawing of Ghastly after the pilot. You can see some early Estroy sketches and my notes on who I was planning to hire for storyboards.
The rest of the sketches are from the model pack we did for the redesign. And at the bottom, there's the title card image from "The Pie Who Loved Me".
Since ECC was my Saturday Morning Action Cartoon Satire show, I knew I wanted an Evil-Lyn/Baroness type character in the crew. But it always bothered me that those women didn't really have anything going for their characterization. So I decided that Ghastly would basically be a good person. She was really just into science and didn't have any interest in taking over the world. She probably would have bailed on the whole operation long ago if she weren't not-so-secretly in love with her boss' mind.
No one said she had good taste.
She's got the rubber outfit, which was also inspired by G.I. Joe's Baroness. And probably all of the goth clubs I was going to. It seemed funny to me that anyone would choose to wear a rubber catsuit on a hot tropical island.
Since Grey DeLisle was already doing the voice for Mandy, I had some idea of how versatile she was. She'd done a Judy Garland impression for me at some point, and that was the starting point for Ghastly's voice.
I wrote Ghaslty's speech patterns and penchant for calling her boss "Chief" after The Beverly Hillbillies' Jane Hathaway.
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🌷Roses🌷 (Major Dr. Ghastly x Male Henchman Reader)
🌷 Original story 🌷
❤️ Ao3 version ❤️
(This was my first ever fic on this blog and I'm so glad that I was able to re-read and edit it! 🌷 ❤️ 🌷 ❤️ Enjoy! <3)
You only joined Evil Con Carne not because you had an interest in world domination per se but rather you needed the money and were super desperate.
And after working for the evil organization for about a week now, you soon came to realize that being a henchman - or rather a throwaway goon - for the evil, pink brain you and others knew as Hector Con Carne wasn't an easy job.
Not only did you get very little pay or sometimes no pay at all in most cases, but Private Doofus, an extremely stupid hillbilly henchman, once explained to you that your job and his job as Hector's men were essentially to either get badly injured or arrested.
Heck, you even found out the other day that Hector and General Skarr would place bets on what would happen to a henchman on missions!
Hector himself wasn't the most caring or compassionate boss either, as he would act like an evil overbearing tyrant who yelled alot, insult others and boss them around.
You found General Skarr also known as "The One-Eyed Weirdo" too creepy and cruel to be around and would only interact with him when he was leading you and the other workers.
It wasn't any better that your soldier co-workers were a bunch of bumbling fools, who couldn't do something as simple as march in a straight line without clumsily falling down.
But, despite all the negatives at working at Evil Con Carne - Hector's aggressiveness, General Skarr's harsh personality, your co-worker's incompetence to complete tasks, etc - there was one positive, and that was getting to be in the presence of the lovely Major Dr. Ghastly whenever you and the other troops were called in by Hector to do a mission.
Ever since you started working at E.C.C. (Evil Con Carne) you've had your eye on the red headed female scientist for quite some time now.
You just loved everything about her; her ruby red hair which was usually in a bun style and baby blue eyes, her ability to build and operate a wide array of weapons and machines, her kind personality, and not to mention the way her skin-tight rubber suit would show off her curvaceous body.
She was the definition of wife material.
One day, after you were done training with your henchman acquaintances, you passed by Major Doctor Ghastly's lab and peeked behind the entrance of the laboratory to see what she was up to.
The Major Doctor seemed to be working on an evil invention of some sort that had lots of knobs and buttons. This gave you the perfect opportunity to pull out from behind your back the bouquet of roses you had bought for her.
"I-I hope she's a fan of roses," you gulped, nervous.
You slowly and quietly make your way to the doctor, nervousness in every little step you took.
Finally arriving behind her you took a deep breath and tapped on her shoulder. Alarmed and surprised by the sudden tap to the shoulder, Ghastly quickly turned around.
Once she saw that it was just you, a simple henchman, she sighed in relief.
"Oh, ha, ha, it's just you. For a second there I thought you were someone else."
You slowly raised up the hand that was holding the bouquet to her and looked down shyly, blushing a bit.
"F-For you, M-Ms. Major Doctor. My apologies if you don't like roses," you shuttered, your face now imitating a tomato due to how red it was.
Ghastly was at a lost for words. She never had someone, let alone a soldier, deliver her flowers like this. Now, the scientist already had feelings for the power hungry maniac Hector Con Carne who she referred to as "Chief", but she took the bouquet from your hands and smiled, seeing this as simply an act of kindness rather than you trying to confess your feelings to her.
She began admiring the roses.
"Oh my, these are absolutely divine, soldier!" she beamed before taking a sniff. "Not to mention, they smell great too!"
"A-Actually, it's (Y/N). My name is (Y/N), and you're welcome," you say, glad to know that that the Doctor is pleased by your little gift.
"Thank you, (Y/N)! I'll make sure to put these in a flower vase and water them after I'm done working on my latest invention." After thanking you, she smiles and goes back to admiring the roses. You, your face still red, back away awkwardly, shooting finger guns.
"Hey! Anytime, sweet stuff!" You say before turning to exit the lab.
Once fully out of the lab and out of the sight of Ghastly, you facepalm for how stupid you sounded and acted at the very end of all that.
'Ugh, I'm so stupid! Did I seriously just call The Major Doctor "sweet stuff"?'
The memory of Ghastly smiling and thanking you popped into your head, making you go a little easy on yourself.
"Oh well," you sighed happily, "At least she liked the roses."
#(I CAN'T WAIT TO LINK THIS VERSION TO A03!!!)#evil con carne#major doctor ghastly#archive of our own#ao3#a03#ao3 link#a03 link#ao3 fanfic#a03 fanfic#ao3 writer#a03 writer#x reader#fanfic#fanfics#fanfiction#fanfictions#cartoon network#writing#my writing
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Reformed Villain Karaoke Time
these have been living rent-free in my head and I must purge the demons
#major doctor ghastly#major dr ghastly#general skarr#gaobam#grim & evil#fanart#shitposting#art#I HC that MDG is a great singer because of her VA#and Skarr? Dreadful but he gives it his ALL
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Pull the lever Major Doctor Ghastly!
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All I could think of was major dr. Ghastly so, here u go!
dude I remember this show and yeah sure I really like Ghastly! she’s hilarious
she’s probably giggling over Hector’s dumb joke
#ngl her goggles was the hardest part to draw lol#major doctor ghastly#evil con carne#cartoon network#fanart#my art#art by me#ibispaintx#✏️ request ✏️#ask
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The Only Truth... | Part Two
The Only Truth I Know Is You Masterlist
John "Bucky" Egan x POW Flight Nurse!Female Reader
Once rested, Bucky proves to be a rather difficult patient, but it's nothing you can't handle. Once he's discharged, however, the man still finds a way to remain close, even when he's no longer the one in need of medical care.
Warnings: Language, Angst, Nightmares, Detailed Description of Death by Gunshot Wound, Blood, Gore, Reader Scars, Hospital Setting, POW Camp Setting, SS Officers, Mental Health Struggles, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Rating - 18+ ONLY.
Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.
Word Count: 5001
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April 12, 1945
The light of dawn began to filter in through the murky windows of the hospital and with Bucky once again sleeping deeply, but now with all apprehension about his ability to wake again lifted, you began to carefully shuffle about the space and take care of some duties you had neglected for the last twenty hours. Emptying a few bed pans for those too weak to move, you scrubbed them clean in the meagre washroom before beginning to work on bandage changes, blinking futilely at the bleariness in your eyes. You had made it through two patients when the doors to the hospital were unlocked and Major Chalmers filtered in with Captain Menzies, another British medical officer, clearly just released from their combine.
It had taken several weeks for you to realize that the man introduced to you as ‘Mingies’ was the same as the man whose name was written as Menzies on the charts and not some other doctor who worked mysterious hours. Both men waited for you to finish treating the rather ghastly thigh wound inflicted by one of the ubiquitous German Shepherds – miraculously still not showing signs of infection – before you washed your hands and delivered your report on Major Egan.
“Very good, Nurse. Why don’t you go rest for the morning, we’ll see you around 1300 hours.” Chalmers replied.
Exhaling with a grateful nod, you excused yourself down the hall to your ‘accommodations.’ The former exam room had been stripped of all medical equipment to leave a cot, a small wooden cubby for your meagre collection of belongings, a tiny table for you to eat your solitary meals and write your correspondence, and a rickety washstand with a chipped enamel basin and mirror split with a spider’s web of fractures hammered directly into wall above it. With no interest in anything but sleep, you sat on the cot with a heavy sigh. You pulled the six remaining pins from your hair, having misplaced four throughout the last several months and still not having your confiscated effects returned to you, and kicked off your boots before laying down to sleep for a few hours.
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The next time Bucky awoke, you were nowhere to be seen. He was plunged back into a world of dull, gritty, pungent masculinity and he was admittedly bereft. The pain in his back seemed all the more acute in your absence, and though there was again a serving of broth, it was tepid at best. Perhaps he could have withstood the continuation of a grim life all painted in the same grey palette, but to have that disrupted by your presence and then have that light and color taken away? It was even worse than not having had it to begin with.
It made him all the more sullen and combative when the British doctor Chalmers informed him that he would have to remain in hospital as a patient another night rather than being permitted to find the rest of the 100th and bunk with them.
“I’m perfectly fine Doc, all rested up, can walk, talk, and piss all on my own. I don’t need to be here a minute longer – the rest of these fellas are way sicker than me.”
The surgeon narrowed his eyes in response, clearly not appreciating his directions being questioned, but Bucky had had more than his fill of taking other people’s orders. He just wanted to get the hell out of here and back to people he knew.
“One night, Major Egan, that’s all I’m asking. The only bunks for new arrivals are in tents, if you’re lucky. In here you’re warm, dry, and have a bed that’ll feel nicer on those ribs – which are going to take four to six weeks to heal, might I add.”
Bucky was about to open his mouth to reiterate his protests when his eyes caught sight of you appearing from down the hallway, coming to standing behind Chalmers with your arms crossed and a stern look on your face. It was so utterly reminiscent of one he had received from his mother on countless occasions that he was momentarily unable to speak before clearing his throat to concede to the doctor’s request.
“Good.” Was his diplomatic reply before he turned to see you there. “Ah, Nurse, welcome back. In some irony of the universe, we’ve actually received a Red Cross shipment of supplies. Would you kindly catalogue the contents the goons have left for us and add it to our stock?”
Bucky did not miss the exasperation in your expression – it certainly did seem like a cruel joke for supplies to arrive with the end of the war surely weeks away.
“Certainly, sir.” You replied before looking to the large and very much opened and rifled-through box up against the wall essentially opposite to his cot.
Settling onto his stomach, he draped his arms across his pillow, nestling his chin atop his forearms to watch you work. “Don’t get a lot of supplies around here, do ya, angelfish?”
As you glanced toward him, he noticed you had changed your clothes, into equally threadbare ones but fresh ones all the same, and had tidied your hair. He would have taken you to a dance in Times Square looking like that. In a heartbeat.
“No, we most certainly do not, Major.” You shook your head and made a soft noise of triumph as you managed to fish out the packing list – something to compare the remaining contents to, he supposed. “Might mean we got more rations too though, corned beef and liver pate to eat desperately before they go bad.” You gave him a wry smile which he returned.
So the Germans here liked to punch holes in the cans, too. Good to know. Bucky watched as you retrieved a pencil from the central desk and began to unearth boxes of gauze and ointments and all manner of things he was only vaguely familiar with. He drowsily studied your profile, lips tugging fondly at the way you stuck your tongue out slightly in concentration, trapping it between your teeth and grunting in dismay when something you obviously were hoping for was not there. Hovering on the border between sleeping and waking, he jumped slightly as you gently nudged his shoulder, holding out two pills and his mug filled with fresh water.
“Aspirin.” You whispered and he raised an eyebrow before plucking them from your soft palm, tossing the pills into his mouth and chasing them down with a slug of cold water.
“You’re a goddess, angelfish.” He murmured, laying down his heavy head as you moved to tuck him in again.
Your soft laugh in response made him smile drowsily. “No Bucky, just a nurse. Now stop fighting it and go to sleep.”
He was yanked back into consciousness by the sound of your voice some time later, tone flat and impatient.
“Just let me finish changing his bandage, please.”
“Nein, it is lights out and you are going back to your room now schwester.” The rude, clipped reply of the SS guard had Bucky forcing himself up off his cot, gritting his teeth against the screams of protest in his frighteningly unstable ribcage.
His eyes flashed around the room before they landed on the uniformed man grabbing your elbow to usher you from the bedside of a patient and down the hall. Bucky stumbled to his feet, peering around the corner after you to watch the man shove you into the room on the left before pulling the door shut and snapping a padlock into place. Bucky narrowed his eyes, moving over to the patient you had been forced to abandon, supplies still on top of his blanket.
“I’m no nurse but I can give it a shot?” He muttered to the fellow who gave him a small shrug in return. “I’ll be back when the coast is clear, then.”
Bucky slid back into his own cot, watching the guard stomp his way out of the building before slamming the last set of doors shut, the lock snicking into place behind him before the lights all went out. Blinking against the darkness to force his eyes to adjust more quickly, he made his way down the hall, feeling his way along the rough-hewn wood of the wall and over to your door before knocking softly.
“Angelfish? You alright in there?”
“Bucky?” Came your muffled answer shortly after the sound of your footsteps approached.
“Damn they lock you up like in here like some kind of fairytale princess.”
There was a soft snort and Bucky could not help the smirk that pulled from him. “Anything I should know before I try and finish that guy’s arm?”
There was a pause before you cleared your throat and responded with, “no it’s pretty straight forward but…but if it smells anything like cheese would you mind letting me know?”
“Cheese…” He replied slowly.
“The smell of infection, Bucky.” You sounded amused and he wished more than anything he could take in your facial expression then.
“Got it. I was born in Wisconsin, raised for this.”
“And then you’re going to immediately put yourself in your cot and rest, Bucky.” You said firmly.
“You got it angelfish. You, too.”
“Night, Bucky.”
Gathering his courage and putting on a mask of cool, level-headedness, he returned to his fellow patient’s bedside, removing the old bandage and bowing his head to take a deep whiff. Thankfully, for everyone’s sake, there was definitely nothing cheese-like about it. He then bumbled about in the dark of the room, applying perhaps the ugliest bandage known to man, but a bandage nonetheless, and returned to his cot as instructed.
It was not easy to drag the blanket up over his body from behind, especially with the newly aggravated soreness from his careless activities, but Bucky managed to settle down and fall into an uneasy sleep, exhaustion still dwelling deep in his bones and sucking him under. It did not take long, however, for his dreams to be haunted once more by images of deadly accurate shots burrowing their way between Buck’s shoulder blades on the other side of that wall. Of his friend’s blond head falling into the mud just shy of the treeline, just shy of freedom. Waking with a start, he glared around the dark, unfamiliar room and looked to the floor, frowning as you were not there for him to hold onto this time.
He had not fully woken the night before, but he had sensed enough of your calming presence to return to a deeper plane of sleep. To chase away the darker voices that threatened to fill his mind. Leveraging himself to a seated position, he grabbed his blanket and shuffled his way down the hall once again in search of your soothing influence, even if there was the interfering barrier of a door. Bucky’s descent to the ground was less than graceful, his ribs protesting fiercely and as he settled on the floorboards, he was filled with a sudden doubt in his ability to rise from this position. But then he heard your voice.
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When Bucky had not immediately bustled back down the hall with tales of an arm wound stinking of ripe cheese, you had relaxed somewhat into your nightly routine, stripping to your long underwear for a proper night’s sleep…that did not really present itself. It was honestly not that surprising given the way you had pushed the boundaries of night and day, your body really was not sure what to make of it. You were just on the cusp of finally falling asleep when there was a commotion outside your room, the door rattling in its frame, the padlock jostling slightly.
Hearing a slightly familiar grunt, you sat up. “Bucky?” You called you softly.
“M’fine, angelfish, just sleeping out here.”
Your eyes widened and you practically leapt from the bed, crossing the room in record time. “Are you really ok? Sleeping…. on the floor?!”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just needed company.” He muttered from below and you slid down to lay on the floor, peering through the gap at the bottom of the door with one eye.
It was surely flush with the floor when the building was initially built, but as the hospital settled into the ground, about an inch-and-a-half had opened up below the door, allowing you to glimpse his face not far from yours.
“You had plenty of company in your comfortable cot, Bucky.” You whispered and the eye you could see flashed open, face turning to meet yours through the gap.
“Not yours, angelfish.”
“I don’t suppose I’m going to be able to convince you to go back to bed? No idea how the hell you’re going to get off this floor anyway…” You sighed, cheek pressed tightly against the floorboards to see as much of him as possible.
“I’m down for the count, I’d say.” He huffed with a poor show of playfulness.
Frowning, you looked over the visible portion of his face slowly. “You have another bad dream?”
He grunted noncommittally and averted his gaze, essentially confirming your suspicion. Sliding from your spot on the floor, you fetched your blanket and pillow before laying them down to rejoin him. “I get ‘em too. Stuck on that crashing plane and I can’t get off. Or the chute won’t open. Or I can’t…” your throat clenched, and you swallowed to clear it. “Can’t get my flight jacket off and I just burn up.” Your voice refused to come out any louder than an exhale, but you still managed to speak the last few words.
His eye slowly met yours once more though the thin opening halfway through your confessions and his brow furrowed. “Flight nurse?”
“I was, yeah. Just a kriegie nurse now, I guess.” You laughed wryly, trying to find a comfortable position on the uneven floor, the nail heads poking up into your shoulder.
There was a long pause as he seemed to weigh the pros and cons of unburdening himself to you before exhaling slowly. “I sent my best friend to his death. Least that’s what my dreams tell me. He didn’t want to run, I convinced him and then…well they almost caught him until I distracted them…”
“And got the shit kicked out of you.” You sighed, slipping into your ways of foul language on the edge of sleep, in the dark of your room.
Thankfully, by the twitch of his lips, he did not seem terribly put out by it.
“Basically.” He heaved a great sigh and you nodded, sliding your fingers under the door, as far as your knuckles would allow.
“No matter what happened, Bucky, he’s not in a place like this anymore. And that is a mercy.”
“Hmmm.” He hummed, unconvinced and you swallowed.
“What kind of man is he?” You lined up for another approach.
“Smart, too damn smart of any of this – built a radio out of a list of random junk I collected for him. He’s got the sweetest girl back home who writes him like clockwork. They were gonna get married if he got back. Was gonna be his best man.”
Taking a deep breath to summon your façade of brave optimism once again, for his sake, you nodded firmly. “When he gets home, you will be his best man.”
He looked to you hopefully, slowly sliding his fingertips to brush against yours beneath the coarse wooden bottom of the door. “Yeah?” He breathed.
“Yeah, Bucky. Yeah.” You nodded again, offering a smile, hoping it somewhat reached your eyes. “Now. Let’s try and get you some sleep.”
“Didn’t hear anything ‘bout you in that statement, angelfish.” He murmured sleepily and you hummed with drowsy laughter.
“I’m just about there, but not until you give in first.”
After a few beats of silence, you cracked your eye to check on him, pressing your lips together to smother your laugh as you caught him quickly squeezing his eye shut. It was not long, however, until his breathing evened and deepened, his mind at last surrendering to the sleep his body desperately needed. Swallowing tightly, heart throbbing slightly at the way his face softened, and the way his fingertips remained pressed stubbornly against yours as tightly as the door would allow, you tucked the pillow under your head, sliding your eyes shut to try and get some rest as well.
Despite the wildly uncomfortable position, you somehow managed to remain asleep until the next morning when Bucky began to shuffle and shift, soft noises of discomfort escaping him as he tried to find his way back to his feet.
“Roll onto your good side.” You coached through your drowsy state, and he stilled a moment before appearing to obey. “Bend your knees, then push up to sitting.”
There were still some grunts, but fewer overall, and the whole endeavour sounded a lot less like a fish flopping against the door.
“Then use the handle to pull yourself up with your good hand.” Holding your breath you waited until you saw two sock feet, firmly planted and steady on the floor, before rising on your side of the door. “Well done.”
“Still have a bit more time to sleep, angelfish.” He rumbled and you bit your lip fondly at his sleep-roughened voice.
“You, too.” You replied, pressing your forehead against the rustic wood, listening to his footsteps retreat down the hall until only silence remained.
You managed a few more hours’ sleep before the morning guard unlocked the door, delivering your morning pitcher of frigid water for your facsimile of a bath with a sliver of soap and rough wash cloth. Enjoying a breakfast of crackers and margarine, you reported for duty just as Chalmers was discharging Bucky, finding it suddenly difficult to meet his eyes in the light of day – the entire encounter in the dark feeling too intimate to recall in such a crowded, public space.
“Take care, Major Egan.” You smiled friendlily and followed Menzies out to the tent to assist with the removal of a set of sutures.
“You got it, Nurse.” He replied, the marked absence of the quirky nickname born of his inability to speak the day of his arrival halting your steps as you involuntarily glanced back over your shoulder to make sure he was really all right.
A grin slowly unfurled across his face, lighting up his exhausted features before he shot you a playful wink. You swallowed roughly as the day suddenly felt altogether too warm for your oversized sweater.
“Made ya look, angelfish.” He teased and you pressed your lips together desperately trying to smother your responding grin, conceding the fact that he had indeed made you look with a nod, before hurrying after Menzies when he barked your name from further into the canvas extension of the hospital.
Bucky’s discharge, unlike every other patient before him, did not mean that he dissolved into the general population of the camp. Somehow, he still managed to find reasons to make an appearance, dropping off bits of scrap wood to burn that he and his friends had collected to make the time pass faster, or arranging a crew of his men to deliver the hospital’s broth allotment to alleviate that burden from Chalmers and Menzies. He always appeared to be obeying his discharge orders and not hauling anything himself, at least when he arrived with his deliveries. Whether he was behaving out of sight was another question entirely.
Not only was the assistance greatly appreciated, but you found yourself looking forward to his visits as a break from the monotony of grim tasks of which your work consisted. Somehow, despite his worn-down spirit, he still managed to leave you feeling notably lifted by the time he was inevitably shooed out for getting underfoot or distracting you a little too long. Chalmers and Menzies were patient – indulgent even – but even they had their limits.
Four relatively peaceful days passed under this new routine, with no new arrivals in camp but, sadly, a few of the weaker patients in the hospital giving up the fight, until the sound of shots rang out mid-morning on the 18th. A great clamor arose among the patients indoors and the general population beyond the canvas walls of the tent, before a group of prisoners were rushing inside, Bucky at the fore, with an injured prisoner strung across their collective shoulders.
“Lay him here.” You gestured quickly to the cot you had been stripping after the death of its occupant sometime in the night, having succumb to infection and lack of food.
You did not miss the wince that crossed Bucky’s face as he maneuvered the injured man – no more than a boy, really – to lay where you had instructed. At the sight of a deep red stain, rapidly growing in circumference on the boy’s side, your eyes shot wide, and you looked to Bucky sharply.
“Find me Chalmers and Menzies immediately.” You stressed the need for expediency before turning back to begin rapidly pulling at the boy’s clothes, trying to locate the source of all that blood.
The shocking white expanse of his belly finally exposed, you found the gaping wound left by a large calibre round near his belly button, casting about frantically for your basket of fresh bandages to press against it, desperately trying to staunch the flow. What you would not give for a packet or six of sulfa right then. The pressure you put on his tender abdomen drew a yowl of pain from the boy and you frowned up at him sympathetically.
“I know, son, I know. We’re going to get this all fixed up alright?”
“Can’t b, b, believe they shot me! I just…just wanted to see the flowers poking through the fence and they just…Fucking war’s almost over anyway…” He was beginning to shiver uncontrollably, a sure sign of shock and you glanced towards the hospital doors, relieved to see Chalmers and Menzies rushing out to help.
“I’ll bet those flowers were beautiful.” You gulped as the bandage in your hand was rapidly soaked through and grabbed a few more to wipe the area clean, trying to permit the surgeons to inspect the wound itself.
No sooner would you swipe away the rapidly welling crimson fluid, than the hollow below his ribs, carved out by months of hunger, would accumulate a fresh pool of blood. There were noises of dismay before the pair of surgeons rolled the boy to check for an exit wound. They shared a dark look as there was none to be found, shaking their heads at one another. Your patient erupted into a panic, thrashing about, kicking you squarely in the thigh and knocking you back into Bucky, who thankfully stopped your rapid descent toward the muddy floor.
“I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna die!”
“Nurse! Hold him!” Menzies barked and began to fish around in the boy’s wound to see if he could find the bullet.
Shrieking filled the tent as you lunged forward to press down on his shoulders, trying your best to soothe him even as his shirt grew damp with his own blood, transferring to the fabric from your fingers. He was stronger than he looked, the panic only amplifying what little strength he had left, and you sent a grateful nod to Bucky as his much broader palms took over pinning the boy’s shoulders while you collected his flailing hands between yours.
“Easy now, easy. Docs are going get you right as rain, just hold still now.”
“I’m gonna die and there’s not gonna be a heaven and there’s gonna be nothing!” The boy’s wild eyes wheeled on you, fairly punching you in the gut, and you shifted his wrists to grip in one hand against your chest while the other stroked at his hair tenderly with the other.
“Come now – you’re going to be alright. Besides, I’ve met the Pope. You think they’d keep that man in his fancy house and fancy clothes for nothing?”
His lips were growing a frightening shade of white from the blood loss, the rest of him the unsettling grey pallor of imminent death, but he seemed greatly calmed by your papal revelations. His hands shifted to grip at yours and his brow furrowed earnestly, the only movements of his body now were the echoes of the desperate attempts of the surgeons below.
“I want my momma. Tell my momma that I…tell my momma…” He trailed off into a whisper, the light slowly dimming from his eyes until there was nothing, his hands going limp, and he was gone.
Swallowing brutally, you carefully shifted your fingers to his throat, checking for a pulse and turning to Chalmers and Menzies when you found none. A simple shake of your head was all it took to communicate that you had lost the boy. Chalmers let out deep, aggrieved sigh while Menzies threw down a blood-soaked bandage with a wet slap and stormed back into the hospital. Gently setting the boy’s lifeless hands across his chest, you straightened slowly, feeling Bucky eyeing you from the other side of the cot.
Something ugly was welling up inside you, desperately trying to claw its way out, and you took a step back.
“Angelfish?” Bucky’s voice was low and cautious.
Your only response was to shake your head violently before stepping clear of the end of the cot, then breaking into a run. Following in the footsteps of Menzies, the words of the Army Nurse Corps pledge rang through your mind, the words you had sworn to serve by as a Nurse.
‘I shall approach him cheerfully at all times, under any conditions I may find…I shall appear fearless in the presence of danger and quiet the fears of others to the best of my ability.’
Reaching the end of the hallway, you stared at the door to your quarters and nearly choked on the idea of facing that stuffy, windowless room. You needed air. Needed to breathe. Turning sharply to the left, you continued along past the utility room and out the backdoor into the small courtyard between the hospital and the barbed wire fence that separated the Russian side of the camp.
‘…I will remember that, upon my disposition and spirit, will in large measure depend the morale of my patients.’
The flight nurse’s creed came flooding back to you next as you sought refuge between the back of the hospital and the bowed lines of laundry, stained sheets and bandages hung in the weak April sun to dry. What a different person you had been when you had spoken those damn words at your graduation from Flight Nurse Training.
Taking short, sharp gulps of air, each inhale was used to forcefully shove down the scream that was bubbling perilously in your throat. You paced to-and-fro, bloody hands planted on your hips. Surely you looked nothing short of mad when Bucky rounded the corner of the building, using that aggravatingly soft voice again as he spoke your name, making your head snap towards him.
“You’re not supposed to be back here.” You choked out, turning from him, fixing to flee once more.
“Too bad.” He ground out as he continued coming closer, clearly intent on comforting you, but if he got too near, you were terrified you were going to shatter entirely.
“Patients aren’t supposed to see me like this.” You could barely speak, hiccoughing and shuddering breaths intersplicing your words awkwardly as your grip on your emotions began to slip through your bloody fingers.
“Not here as a patient.” He muttered and slid his arms around you, pulling you close and you buried your face into his chest to let out a wail of agony – for the man who died in front of your eyes, for the horrid situation you found yourself in.
Somehow, you managed to maintain the wherewithal not to grab at him with your filthy hands, arms sticking straight out behind him awkwardly as you squeezed his sides with your elbows, knees threatening to give out as you found yourself not having to be the strong one for the first time in quite a long time. Bucky’s grip only tightened on you, fingers curling into your shirt to hold you up patiently as you cried yourself hoarse against him. Eventually there were no more tears to cry, the self-pity and grief you had stored up over the past few months running dry. Pulling back slightly, you wiped at your face with your sleeves, accidentally exposing a portion of the angrily scarred flesh on your left forearm.
Not missing the way his eyes flicked to it immediately, you sharply pulled your cuffs down and straightened fully. “You should get out of here before some goon puts a hole in you…”
It was supposed to be a joke, but your voice wobbled threateningly in abhorrence at the thought of losing someone else today, and Bucky promptly pulled you close again.
“Easy angelfish, not gonna get myself shot now. Not after you went through all the trouble of bringing me back.”
Sniffling affectionately against him, you pulled back to meet his eyes. “Thank you, Bucky.” You patted his chest fondly. “But please don’t go around carrying any more people with those broken ribs.” You gave him a stern look, finding it difficult to deliver as he smirked with a soft laugh in return.
With a soft sigh, you moved to return inside and assist with the clean up.
“Bucky?” You stopped and turned back to him suddenly.
“Yeah, angelfish?” He glanced over his shoulder, halfway to the other side of the building.
“What’s your first name?”
He raised an eyebrow. “John.”
Nodding slowly, you swallowed tightly. “Thank you, John.” You repeated firmly before pulling open the door and heading inside to the utility room to fill a bucket with some water to rinse out the bloody cot.
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The Only Truth I Know Is You Masterlist
Tag list: @gretagerwigsmuse, @luminouslywriting, @softspeirs, @sunny747, @storysimp, @slowsweetlove, @httpsmoon, @buckysegan, @justheretoreadthxxs, @precious-little-scoundrel
#john egan x reader#bucky egan x reader#major john egan x reader#john egan x you#john egan fic#john egan imagine#john egan#mota fanfic#masters of the air fanfiction
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Hello! I was wondering, what would you classify as the outfits defining the different eras of Wanda? Like her first, classic, Wada, and Dauterman outfits.
Well, I think you've kinda answered your own question. Wanda's had lots of costumes, but her most iconic ones can usually be attributed a specific artist's work on a specific book. She didn't really start changing up her look until the 90s, but I would say that her most iconic outfits, outside of the classic one, really are the Pérez dancer costume from Avengers (1998), and Kevin Wada's design from Scarlet Witch (2016). A lot of her other looks are more short lived, or just not well-remembered. The new one's made a big splash, but it's too soon to say what kind of staying power it'll have.
Some of those short-lived looks are actually my favorites, though, so I want to do a brief history of Wanda's costumes. This is only going to be from the main Earth-616 continuity, and, full disclosure, I'm cribbing most of these images from uncannyxmen.net's costume gallery.
The classic Scarlet Witch costume has had several variations over the years. She consistently wears some version of this outfit from the 60s through to the 90s, but there were often changes to the style and cut of her garments. She wore a wimple-like headpiece in her early appearances, and traded it in for the now-iconic M-shaped diadem in Avengers #36, published 1966. She also went through a few maternity versions of her costume during her pregnancy in Vision & The Scarlet Witch (1985).
Wanda's first major costume changes were actually the result of possession or mental manipulation-- when possessed by Chthon, Wanda takes on a ghastly appearance and her clothing transforms into a dark red bodysuit with a tattered cape, sans headpiece. [Avengers #186] Later, while under Immortus's influence, Wanda cuts her hair short, ditches the headpiece again, and dons a red-and-black costume with a dramatic purple cape. [Avengers West Coast #55]
Wanda began changing her look more frequently in the 90s. During the late run of Avengers West Coast through Force Works, she wore a red dress over a black one-piece, with a necklace, gloves, and boots-- no headpiece. This is the first real costume change that she made of her own volition. She also had a brief-lived costume which first appeared in The Crossing, that drew more inspiration from the magical characters in Doctor Strange.*
The Pérez design first appeared in the opening storyline of Avengers (1998). In an alternate reality conjured by Morgan le Fay, Wanda and Pietro both appear as sterotypical "gypsies." Wanda later adapted her her outfit from this world in a contemporary costume. This was intended as an earnest representation of Wanda's cultural identity, but it fell quite short of the mark. Alan Davis later designed a more conventional superhero suit combining many of the same elements, without being an ethnic costume.*
In the early 2000s, Wanda debuted a set of red body armor with that combined fantasy aesthetics with a superhero silhouette*. This what she's wearing during Disassembled, but it's not well-remembered, perhaps because of the understated color palette. Wanda returned in Children's Crusade wearing a slightly updated version of the classic costume, with a halterless one-piece and cowl-neck cloak. I think this is the version most people refer to when they draw her classic suit, so to that end, it might be the most iconic.
Wanda had another rapid succession of costume changes in the 2010s, starting with the knee-length red dress with built-in gloves she debuted in Uncanny Avengers (2013).* In the Uncanny Avengers 2015 miniseries, she and Pietro both donned new, but very short lived, futuristic costumes for a brief adventure into outer space.
Then, in late 2015, Wanda received her first solo title in two decades, and it came with full aesthetic overhaul. Kevin Wada designed a collection of looks inspired by witch-house and dark romance fashion trends. This was eventually streamlined into a cohesive superhero suit for other ongoing comics, with an ornate red bodice and jeweled diadem.
In 2022, Russell Dauterman designed Wanda's look for the second annual Hellfire Gala event, taking heavy inspiration from the silhouette of her Crossing costume and the darker, more ornate aesthetic of Wada's design. A slightly simplified version of this look became Wanda's main costume in Scarlet Witch (2023) Most notably, this design incorporates the same magical galaxy effect from her son Wiccan's costume into Wanda's skirt and hair, signifying her mastery of chaos magic. Whether or not this costume lasts, I believe that the dark, bejewelled aesthetic and galaxy effect will continue to define Wanda and Billy's looks for years to come.
*these are my personal underrated faves
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Sunset Valley - again
Like many of you, I've been following @greenplumbboblover's Sunset Valley Chronicles - or whatever she's named it. (Old-timers' disease!). Which made me nostalgic for SV - probably my favorite town to play. And while I've been playing, I've been re-doing the lots. Because I can!
I moved the family in that multi-colored, hot mess of a house into this one. This was a remake of theirs that was done a gazillion years ago by @lilymayrose. You can see the original over on her blog - which is still active. Or at least up. (Lily's Sim Antics (lilyssimantics.blogspot.com).
Anyway, I did make changes - mostly to the outdoor landscaping. The original had a swimming pool in the backyard and since I have 3 pools in this frammin town, unless you are super rich like the Landgraabs, Altos, or Goths, I expect my lazy sims to use the public facilities. But back to my changes. I resurfaced the driveway and added that spot where the trashcan and bicycles are. Then I resurfaced the sidewalks, moved flowerbeds, and gave them a hot tub. (I'm not entirely mean!)
I didn't do a whole lot to the inside - because I liked her version. Maybe switched out some rugs and got rid of all the toddler junk - because I aged the rugrat up.
Anyway, here's the family - the Single Moms. Fiona has finally come out-of-the-closet and is currently trying her darndest to convince Molly that they should be exclusive. (Their lifetime relationship is around 41 - even though they are supposedly "girlfriends.") I'm guessing, hating your beloved's cookie-cruncher is not the way to endear yourself to the object of one's affections. River - the teen - just wants the 2 of them to keep it in the bedroom. (Fiona is big on public displays of her amorous desires). While the youngest - I forget her name - is just happy to not be living in a shelter. BTW, in my town, she is the product of a drunken one-night-stand that Molly had with that Alvi sim. (The reason his wife bailed on him). Right now, she doesn't know who her dad is.
Then I hopped next door and did a tiny make-over of Jaime's house. I basically tried to keep it as horrible as EA had designed it. I did get rid of their carport and made a new one - sort of an arbor thingie. Then - because the description says this is an Asian-Tudor mix, I added that new siding on the gables after re-doing the roof a tad. I also got rid of that extra front door and replaced all the windows and doors using B5Studios' Grant Park set.
Inside, I left all the wall finishes the way they were. Except for the bathroom. That one I changed. Anyway, I made the kitchen a bit bigger since that front door was deleted, freeing up space. Then I added those Grant Park screens in the dining area. I basically reused her furniture, although here and there I made a few changes. I did get rid of that spare bedroom, making it into an office, since all the doctors I work with, always take their work home with them. I also put up those posters by @kimmiessimmies, because Jaime has a major crush on the lead singer. And she is absolutely sure that if he ever met her, he'd dump that Sadie sim for her - because she is just that BEAUTIFUL!!!! And don't you forget it! Well, you can't because she reminds everyone she meets that she's beautiful and smart! But apparently not smart enough, because she got demoted at work when she bragged about her latest conquest - Thornton Wolff. (Seems her boss, Geoffrey Landgraab - a good friend of Morgana's - was not pleased.)
And here the little tart is! Basically, all I did was change her skin and hair and toned down her make-up. I did give her some new clothes, but some I kept because I don't like having a whole neighborhood of models walking around. And this outfit wasn't that ghastly.
BTW, she's set her sights on a new gene therapist who was recently added to the hospital staff. His family lives in a new house next door to the Keatons. But since he comes from a traditional Chinese family, his parents are having none of it. Like Yumi Sekemoto, they are looking for a nice Asian girl to marry their son to. So, that lets out Ms. Jaime and her BF Pauline Wan. They're on the fence about Tori whatshername.
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Last Line Tag
Thanks for tagging me, @kingragnarok25! :D
Here's the latest excerpt from The Power and the Glory (warning for minor character death):
A doctor had decided he could make more money by killing people and selling their organs on the black market than by healing them. This had been during the Anhuenhar War, a territorial squabble between two of Tananerl's kingdoms that had gotten wildly out of hand. It had come damn close to turning into an all-out civil war. One side had developed spells that caused organ failure and used them against their enemies. The demand for organ transplants exceeded the supply.
Ilaran had become very suspicious about the number of healthy people dying in hospitals. When he exhumed the bodies, he found they had been cut open and all their major organs removed.
He had dealt with both the organ-stealing doctors and the magicians who had caused the whole ghastly mess.
Their bodies were still on display along the main road to Anhuenhar.
Tagging @cosmiccoincidence, @theimperiumchronicles, @kittensartswriting, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D
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Major doctor ghastly
Full name: major doctor andedonia j. ghastly
Profession: Evil research scientist
Hobbies: Welong, pursuing the quantum theories of gravity, genetic engineering, knitting
Birthsign(?):
Concealed bun blaster, super genius brain, rubber science suit, thermocyratic(?) hyper-magno bifocal goggles
Boskov
Full name: Boskov the bear
Profession: Mobile brain transport unit
Former profession: Circus bear
Hobbies: Eating honey, mauling hikers, scratching self, rude bodily functions, napping, croquet
Favorite book: Bears don't read
Cranial socket, emergency bow-tie fighter, butt, automatic cufflinks, gastric socket
General Skarr
Full name: General reginald peter skarr
Profession: Short, bald general
Hobbies: Feeding pigeons, interrogation, wargames, kicking puppies, writing memoirs, being a jerk
Favorite sandwich: tuna salad on rye
no pickles
Self-important general's hat, running with scissors scar, another bad idea, shiny boots
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Profiles in Villainy
Hector Con Carne
Even in his early childhood, Hector Con Carne has been obsessed with evil conquest, taking over the world and seating himself as the supreme overlord of all mankind. These villainous aspirations became even stronger as grew into adulthood. He amassed a fortune and set in motion various schemes in his effort to obtain his goals. He additionally collected numerous enemies, both heroes and fellow villains who sought to dash his plans. Hector managed to stay ahead of these adversaries until his luck finally ran out and he was caught in a terrible explosion caused by a bomb planted by Cod Commando.
Hector’s brain and stomach were also the only appendages to survive the explosion. Major Doctor Ghastly found these remains and installed them in life support domes that were eventually attached to a large bear named Boskov.
Hector’s consciousness came to share control over the bear's body (with Boskov still controlling the other half). Once he came to terms with his new form, Hector rededicated himself to his evil cause, now more committed than ever to conquer the world.
The great Phil LaMarr provides the voice for Hector Con Carne, with the villain first appearing in the debut episode of Evil Con Carne, airing on August 24th, 2001.
#Profiles in Villainy#Evil Con Carne#Hector Con Carne#Phil LaMarr#Boskov the Bear#cut-out#paper art#Villains!
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Grim Tales From Down Below Theory: Destructicus Is Grim Junior's Father
[Note: This Theory is for Mature Audience Only, also reading this theory is optional. and most of the theories in this would be Fanon. also at some point this will also talk about Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. like if they end up being ended in the Fanon Timeline of Grim Tales From Down Below. even if it wouldn't be Canon, it works for Fanon and could be interesting in the comic if it did happen, but the likely of it happening in the future chapters of the comic might be 99 to 100, I don't know. ]
I think Destructicus Con Carne is Grim Jr.'s Biological Father, meaning that Major Doctor Ghastly & Hector Con Carne are Grim Jr.'s Paternal Grandparents.
Evil Con Carne and The Grim Adventure Of Billy & Mandy, are in the same universe even if they have two different shows.
and if Grim Jr. is in fact Destructicus's son, it could be possible that he gets his hair style and hair color from him but his blue eye comes from his Grandmother Ghastly.
but seeing as Grim Jr.'s Grandpa Earl (who in Grim Tales, is both Grim Sr. & Jack Skellington's Father) has blue eyes, it can mean that Grim Jr. could of got his eye color from him, but his hair color from Destructicus, and it could turn out that Ghastly's hair wasn't originally Red and her real hair color is brown, which means that Destructicus and Grim Jr. got their hair color from Ghastly.
I'm going to view this theory as Fan-Headcanon, even if it might be a while before we finally find out who Grim Jr. aka Junior's Biological Father is.
but those who are the possible fathers of Grim Jr., are Timmy Turner, Danny Fenton and Irwin.
oh my gosh, I even have another reason to think Destructicus is Grim Jr.'s Real Bio-Father…it's because Queen Mandy herself, has a thing for Muscular & Powerful Men.
even if some info about Timmy Turner (who as a Adult becomes Muscular and possibly powerful) was confirmed to have been originally intended father of Grim Jr.
but in a Fanon Timeline this could still be true, like it turning out that Timmy Turner & Destructicus are one in the same.
this would also mean that Mr. & Mrs. Turner wouldn't be Timmy's Biological Parents, because he was adopted and it turning out that Mr. & Mrs. Turner did have a daughter who might of been taken away from them because both of them were not fit to raise a child (which is kind of true given how they always go out without Timmy and leave him to be watched by Vicky)...
and the said daughter was likely Sophia Turner, who appeared in a Alternate Timeline in the episode "It's A Wishful Life"…
in the Original Timeline where Timmy has Mr & Mrs Turner as parents, if Sophia was taken away from Mr. & Mrs. Turner when she was a baby in that timeline, then one of the reasons why they picked Timmy to adopt when he was a baby, could be that he looked like their daughter Sophia.
and it could turn out that Mr. Turner and Hector Con Carne are Brothers, meaning that in the Fanon Timeline, Hector's birth name is "Hector Turner" and if Hector is Timmy's Real Biological Father (in a Fanon Timeline/Crossover AU) this would mean that Mr. Turner is Timmy's Biological Uncle.
it might be a good idea for Mr. Turner to be called "Palmer Turner" and Mrs. Turner as "Sashanne Turner" meaning if her name was Sasha, she would of been "Sashanne Vladislapov" before she married Mr.Turner.
the name Sashanne has to do with how one of Mrs. Turner's Aliases is "Sasha The Psycho" and the fact that in the cartoon, she was moved by Susanne Blakeslee. and Mrs. Turner's name can be either spelled "Sashanne" or "Sasha-Anne" which would still end up sounding the same.
but yeah, her being called Sasha-Anne can be inspired by both by Susanne Blakeslee who voiced her and Mrs. Turner's Alias "Sasha The Psycho"it might make more sense for her name to be spelled "Sasha-Anne" and well it's okay not everyone agrees about her being called Sasha-Anne.
it can also turn out that Sasha-Anne and Ghastly are family in one of the Fanon Timelines, which means that Vlad & Gladys Vladislapov would be Ghastly's Parents.
but since Sasha-Anne Turner has a brother, that would mean that in the Fanon Timeline, she would of had two siblings.
so if it did turn out that Destructicus is Timmy Turner, who we know is from a Alternate Timeline…
this would mean that unlike Timmy, Destructicus was able to still have his Biological Parents in his life and were raised by them…
but in the timeline (still the Fanon Timeline) where Timmy would of became the same as Destructicus from the Alternate Timeline, he was given to Hector Con Carne's Brother Palmer Turner and His Brother's Wife Sasha-Anne Turner.
this could also mean in a Fanon Timeline of Grim Tales From Down Below, while Timmy isn't the Biological Father of Grim Jr. (even if he was originally going to be so…), his Alternate Timeline Counterpart "Destructicus Con Carne" is the Biological Father of Grim Jr. instead…this could be because Destructicus at some point, decided to stay in the timeline where the younger version of his parents lived, so he could protect his alternate timeline counterpart.
one of the reasons why Hector gave his son to his brother, might have to do with the fact he doesn't want Timmy/Destructicus to turn out like the version from the Alternate Timeline, where he is a Good Guy.
and in the Fanon Timeline in the Crossover Universe of Grim Tales From Down Below, it can turn out that reason why Hector became a Bad Guy in the first place, was because of his terrible childhood when he was still living with Palmer Turner.
it can turn out that Palmer is the Older Brother and Hector is the Younger Brother.
not all Fanon ideas have to make sense, we know that in Fanon Timelines that are also in Crossover Alternate Universes, such worlds have both Fanon & Canon Characters.
plus Grim Tales and even Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi are part of a type of Fanon Timeline, but could also be possibly seen as Semi-Canon.
we also know that it can truly be possible that the future timeline of Grim Tales From Down Below, is a Dark Alternate Future for those from Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi, and there could be a Light Alternate Future, and a Twilight Alternate Future...and well the Twilight Alternate Future being in between dark and light.
also in a Crossover where Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss ends up in the mix, I think if Billy did end up at the Hazbin Hotel, he would likely drive someone crazy with how he is.
just throw him at Lute and Peepaw Adam and call it a day. XD
I would enjoy them being tormented by Billy, who shares the same voice actor as Moxxie from Helluva Boss, so another reason for me to love the idea for Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel being added into the Fanon Timeline that is Grim Tales From Down Below. :D
anyway it could still be possible that Grim Jr.'s Biological Father might really be Destructicus, which would also make Hector and Ghastly the Grandparents of Grim Jr. , and while the Future Adult version of Timmy from that world wouldn't be the Dad but if Timmy and Destructicus are counterparts from different Alternate Timelines, and it turning out Destructicus is in fact Timmy in that Crossover Universe, it would still technically make Timmy the Dad like he originally was, but at the same time he isn't, because it is a Alternate Timeline version of himself who is called Destructicus.
I mean, Adult-Mandy from the Future Timeline in the Grim Tales From Down Below Comic Series, has a thing for powerful men who just happen to be muscular, so yeah, Ghastly and Hector's Son from a Alternate Future fits that pretty well.
so it could be possible that Destructicus is Grim Jr.'s Father, well Biologically.
and even if Minimandy is Mandy and Nergal Jr.'s Daughter,
she can have different parts of herself that involves her love for Grim Jr., and one of them being the very well known fact about her Brother Complex, which even if she tries to deny, she can't hide behind those lies forever, not even after she started to act even colder and cruel later on in the comic and it may have to do with how nice Grim Jr. is being to Mimi.
even if Blossom did end up marrying Dexter in that Alternate Timeline, but it doesn't mean he would be 100% a good Step-Father to Mimi, and if it is true that Nephilim Machine is the reason why Mimi had became Sterile and it has nothing to do with her being a Cambion, it could have to do with it being Dexter's fault.
someone had to say it, if he is the one that made that machine for her abilities, he should of ran some form of tests on it first before using it on a child who would later end up becoming sterile and even when she does grow up and become a adult, she wont be able to have children, not unless she does so the same way as Professor Utonium did and use Sugar, Spice and Chemical X with a strand of Mimi's hair.
that could possibly be one of the ways Mimi when she does become Adult in a far off future in the comic series, can have children.
she would need to do the same thing as her Grandpa Utonium did.
and yeah, if some info about that Nephilim Machine is true, then it would make sense that Dexter would be at fault, and Blossom may have not known about it until the damage had been done.
for all we know, it could be possible while not being divorced, Blossom and Dexter in Grim Tales From Down Below's Timeline could turn out to be separated.
and it would be interesting if Blossom ended up in Pentagram City, which could be a few miles away from Imp City.
Blossom's Sinner Demon form could be any type of form, possibly being a Succubus but with female Imp horns.
and for all we know, she could be working part-time at Ozzie's while having a job at the Vee's Tower as one of Vox's assistants or possibly being his secretary.
Bubbles from that Grim Tales From Down Below, is possibly in Heaven, and where Buttercup is, might be in the Ghost Zone.
so each of the Powerpuff Girls who are now Adults would be separated and in three different afterlives.
even though Blossom loves her daughter Mimi, she could of been a bit better at being a mother, and not just a Gray-Parent, I mean yeah, Gray-Parents do try their best but sometimes they can mess their kids up. even if they might not figure that out until much later on.
some parents aren't perfect, and even if Gray-Parents do make mistakes, they aren't as worse as Toxic-Parents who use that whole "their after your kids" when it comes to I and others who are Nonbinary, and no one told me to be a Nonbinary-Girl, I had to figure that out on my own and it was a few years ago when I did figure that out....so it might of been around 2016 when I did figure it out, I can't remember...
and my Dad was never really there for me, sure he may have gave money for I guess child support, but he was NEVER truly there for me, and even if we met only once, and bonded that time....would of hurt him to be there for me a bit more and actually give a fragging slag about me?! he could of even visited me when I was a newborn, and I was pretty much of a size of a 2 week old when I was born.
man I ended up crying, and while talking about that, I was also listening to that song "More Than Anything" that has Charlie and Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel, singing it.
I guess listening to that song at the same time when talking about my Dad, well my Human Dad who is still biologically related to me...
I guess feelings do get out in the form of tears.
and yeah even if my being a Defective Earth Angel and a accident, is true, and my soul is half-angel and half-human...I doubt my Soul-Dad gives two slags about me as well, cause if he did, he wouldn't let my past life selves get hurt.
and no one should try to change it, because it would mess up the timeline.
even if my Dad, ya know my Human Dad loved me, he could of still came to see me when I was really little and still go back to his family where he was living at...
and well I'm still going to hope I'm not Jesus's descendant and he is only a distant cousin, and one of the concerns I can possibly have, is being born from part of a soul fragment from his own daughter that ended up merging with the other soul fragments that ended up making me......so yeah, hopefully that wont be true. and call me paranoid for having that thought pop into my head.
I still rather go live with Omni-Mom, ya know, The Goddess that has to do with the Divine Feminine.
I can still believe in God as well, so don't misunderstand...
and I guess I'm feeling a little sad at the moment, guess talking about the whole thing about my own Daddy issues, got to me a bit more than I thought...
anyway with that sad stuff put aside, it could still be possible that we could end up finding out who Grim Jr.'s Biological Father is in the future, and hopefully we wont have to wait for too long.
and even if it turns out his Bio-Dad is someone else, I can accept it.
but if it turns out that I'm right about his Bio-Dad being Destructicus, I might say "I called it." but I might just be surprised if I turn out to be right about him being Grim Jr.'s Dad.
I'm going to try to get in a bit of a more happy mood before I talk about some ships I like in the next post after this...so yeah, hope some like the theory about Destructicus being Grim Jr.'s Bio-Dad.
#do not reblog without permission#mature audiences only#grim tales from down below#fan theory#grim adventures of billy and mandy#evil con carne#fairly oddparents#grim jr#minimandy#billy and mandy#grim reaper#timmy turner#hazbin hotel#lute hazbin hotel#adam hazbin hotel#february 2024
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I drew some sketches of Oceanbird and Major Doctor Ghastly being sisters
With Lalavava asking the real questions
#crack headcanons#lalavava#evil con carne#dexter's laboratory#major doctor ghastly#oceanbird#I named MDG Serafina and Oceanbird Penelope#middle names Hinotori and Ahira - same meanings in Japanese#I realised when I was typing 'water bird' I was thinking 'duck' then cackled to myself#so her name means duck#then of course going opposite I gave MDG the name 'fire bird'#because if it can't be some kind of pun are we really living? no#I feel like 'ghastly' is a fake name she made up to sound evil#thinking of a good real last name
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Wanted make sure you heard about Maxwell Atoms auctioning off original Major Dr. Ghastly development art over on e-bay this week. He's got a post about it on his tumblr. Just a heads up from someone from an old forum.
I was very excited to hear this Anon but then when I looked at the listings none of them ship to Canada and it's too late to change the shipping info on them by now.
Alas it was not meant to be
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Picrew Pictures.
Me In Real Life
For @neko-sufis-world.
Teacher! Neko-Sufi AU
Tear Apart Ending
Principal: Just please.... I'm terribly sorry...... Listen to me at once- 😔
Teacher! Neko-Sufi: *Crying in trauma* Hik... G-go away.... Hik.... *Keeps crying* Y-you *beep*..... I'm not.... Hik.... Y-your wife... An-nymore!!... 😭
Random doctor: Sir, i said you need to leave.
Teacher! Neko and Principal's remarriage wasn't last much longer, this ending is about Teacher! Neko-Sufi stayed at hospital bed, bandaged and remained traumatized since she got pregnant. Because she got *beep* by Principal who was under influence to make another sibling for Jannat, but.... It was major failure.
Before she gave birth to her baby daughter, Principal apologizes to Teacher! Neko for hurting her like that, but she kept crying in trauma and she no longer loves him. This results of him getting divorced by Teacher! Neko, and after that, Jannat forgets about considering her teacher as her mother.
Principal is once again became a single father and takes care of Jannat. He has two choices to move on, remaining single or finding another lover.
Freed From Trauma Ending
Teacher! Neko-Sufi: *Giggles a bit* Sorry if we didn't came to your office..... Mr. Raid.... It's just.... I'm taking care of her......
5 years later since she divorced Principal and became a single mother after her daughter, Angelica is born. Angelica is now 4 years old and she's raised well by her mother, although she tried to know where's her father, but Teacher! Neko decided to not tell her dark secret to her, afraid she'll know her traumatizing experience ever. Ever since, Teacher! Neko is freed from trauma, thanks to Felix, she now can go back to her job, as well as Teacher! Usagi.
After Teacher! Neko is freed from trauma, yet still don't want to see her ex, Principal again, she, along with her sister, Teacher! Usagi and her daughter, Angelica went to Fellow! Rama's office for conversations. Fellow! Rama saw Angelica for first time and asks "Is that Angelica?" "Yes" Teacher! Neko replied "Angelica is my daughter, Mr. Raid.... Say hi to her 😊"
A conversation between Fellow! Rama, Teacher! Neko, Teacher! Usagi and Angelica started before she keeps moving on.
Yandere! Usagi-Ijah AU
Ghastly Regret Ending
Insane! Felix: NATASHA IS MINE NOW!!! *Laughs insanely* 🤪
#education and learning#basically basics#myself in real life#alternate universe#teacher! neko sufi#neko sufi#bad ending#tear apart ending#freed from trauma ending#sad ending#future au#picrew#ghastly regret ending#felix#insane! felix
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