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this generation's Biggest Owl.
#owl#Biggest Owl#she's lovely if you can figure out how to communicate with her before she decides you are dinner#or before your eardrums explode#honestly it's best to just steer clear unless you're another owl#downtrodden#rabbits of downtrodden
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Anyway remember any of my old OCs based on @theveryworstthing ‘s Rabbits of Downtrodden?
No?
Well I do.
I do.
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Our Saviour Red Hood, Patron Saint of the Poor and Downtrodden, Protector of Gotham
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now.”
(art by the wonderful @gotham-gargoyle )
Some ranting, theory-crafting and inspiration behind this commission under the cut :)
While both Jason and Bruce care deeply about their beloved city, between the two of them, Jason is way more concerned about the little people than Bruce is. They both took “be the person you needed when you were younger” to heart, but Bruce’s effort concentrate on big things, big goals, big projects. He’s impersonal. He’s a strategist. Jason’s more about making sure nobody else has to have a childhood as shitty as he had, and thus takes care of children, single mothers, the poor and downtrodden.
And that’s where my idea comes from.
We all know and love the concept of Batman starting off - or continuously being - a cryptid; an urban legend about Gotham having a protector that hunts criminals at night. But what about Red Hood? Many people see him as way less mystical in comparison, way more down-to-earth, and I can agree with that. Because while Batman is a legend, Red Hood is one of us. He doesn’t try to pretend he’s not just a dude that had enough.
Yet, being a vigilante with a secret identity by default comes with a high level of mystery associated with you; it goes along perfectly with Cryptid Batman, but clashes with Red Hood’s schtick. As such, the weird mix of familiar but secretive, powerful but human (as opposed to Batman’s legend of monstrosity) can result in a very peculiar relationship between Red Hood and the people of Gotham.
Please imagine with me:
Hood marks places and buildings with a little red bat to denote his territory and off-limits areas that doing crime in will be heavily punished. People pick up on the symbol and attempt to use it to fool and scare away wannabe robbers. But it quickly evolves into a red bat just becoming a good luck and protection charm, like a rabbit’s foot. A symbol of allegiance, even, a following.
If you need help, it seems like a no brainer to try to bribe a vigilante somehow before you ask them to deal with the hooligan in your neighbourhood. But few are brave enough to try and approach Batman, Nightwing refuses everything and helps anyway, and Red Robin is hard to find and talks very little. Now Red Hood? Red Hood approaches you. He is the one that talks, asks if you have issues. He knows your name. It’s easy to exchange food and info for a promise of aid. Sometimes, when you can’t seem to run into him, it’s enough to leave out a burger with a red bat scribbled on the bag, and he’ll know you need some attention. From that, it’s only one step to offerings.
While Batman is vengeance and justice, a shadow that haunts the evildoers of Gotham, someone who’s name you fear, Red Hood becomes... a protector. Fierce and dangerous and not invoked lightly, and feared by those who seek to harm his people, but one that has the absolute trust and loyalty of his proteges.
Like that, step after step, people start slipping. From a street rat that just wanted to help, Hood becomes a figure of reverence and maybe even worship. The ghost of Gotham. The soul.
Truly “a better Batman than you’ve ever been”, Bruce.
#dc#dc comics#jason todd#red hood#fanart#batman#saint red hood#tank jason todd#jason todd patron saint of victims
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I have a Bernard request 👉👈 maybe Bernard, right before the holiday season, works himself so much into a stress-induced anxious lather in front of you that he literally has a small panic attack and struggles to breathe, and you have to de-escalate him w/ kindness (and possibly cuddles)???
I combined this one with 🍀 anon’s ask, I hope you like it!
Bernard x Reader
You stick your head into the stuffing room, excited greetings ringing out when you’re spotted. You look around, spying piles of fluff, half stuffed animals, and hardworking elves.
“Hello, hi. Hey, you!” you greet a few of the elves, “Has anyone seen Bernard?”
“Last I saw he was headed toward the kitchen,” one elf pipes up.
“On a war path, I heard,” another mentions with a raised eyebrow.
“Uh oh,” you wince, “I better go talk him down.”
As you make your way through the hall, you don’t spot Bernard anywhere so you continue your hike toward the kitchens. Finally approaching the candy themed doors, you pull them open and head inside.
“How’s it going, everyone?” You ask cheerily as you pop in. Your smile falters a bit as you see the baking elves and their drained faces as they mumble replies to your question.
“Why the long faces?” You frown, looking around at them for answers. They avoid your gaze, halfheartedly rolling out cookie dough.
“Bernard yelled at us,” one of the elves finally admits and you grimace.
“Oh no, I’m sorry. You all know how he gets this close to Christmas,” you apologize.
“Do you know where he went?” You ask the elf nearest you.
“The toy floor,” she murmurs and your heart breaks at how downtrodden she seems.
“I’m gonna go find him, why don’t you guys take a break, huh? Have some cocoa,” you tell them and their faces light up. You grab a bagged cookie, tucking it in your pocket to use to talk Bernard down when you find him, and laughing as a chorus of ‘thank you!’ follows you out the door as you leave.
When you round the corner to the toy floor you spot Bernard right away. He’s gesturing and pointing while he talks to the painters, and you can see how tense his shoulders are from across the room.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re here,” You hear someone behind you exclaim. You sidle up to Bernard just before it seems like he’s really going to snap.
“Hey, I’ve been looking for you all over,” you smile, rubbing the velvet of his shirt over his bicep. He softens as soon as he hears your voice.
“Hi, sugar,” he smiles dopily for a second before his eyebrows furrow again. He looks like he’s about to turn and start again but you cut in as he opens his mouth.
“I’ve got something for you, c’mon,” you tell him, tugging lightly on his sleeve so he’ll follow you. He frowns, clearly wanting to stay and finish whatever lecture he’d started but he trails after you. When you finally make it off the toy floor he can’t stand it anymore.
“What do you have for me?” He finally asks.
“A break and a cookie,” you tell him as you reach the door to his office.
“I don’t have time for a break!” he insists.
“Yes, you do. You need one, you’re starting to take out your frustrations on the elves,” you argue.
“I can’t take a break, it’s almost Christmas!” His voice cracks.
“Santa has only checked his list once! The painters painted all the dump trucks green, the bakers aren’t meeting their cookie quota! The- the-“ he rants until his breath is coming out in short quick puffs and his hands are shaking.
“Whoa, hey, hey,” you reach out to hold onto his shirt as he sways slightly on his feet. You pull him into his office, and towards the plush couch against the wall. You sit the both of you down, scooting back to give him some space.
“Can you breathe with me?” You ask and he nods with wide eyes, breath rabbit quick.
“In, two, three…” you count a couple of breaths for him to follow, but it doesn’t seem to help calm him as much as you’d like.
“Can I touch you?” You ask and he croaks out a yes. You bring his hand up to press flat against your sternum, breathing deeply and encourage him to match your pace. The steady thudding of your heartbeat helps calm him down as he matches your breaths.
“Feel a little better?” You ask once you feel like his breathing is normal again and his hands have stopped shaking. You get a tiny ‘yeah’ and you can’t help but coo at how pitiful he sounds.
“Oh, honey,” you pull him to you, rubbing his back soothingly.
“C’mon, take some of this stuff off,” you murmur, taking his hat and necklace off, gently dropping them to the floor. He takes his bag off and deposits it in the pile as well.
“Lay down with me,” you suggest and he gives in easily. His head rests on your chest once you get settled, your fingers scratching against the nape of his neck. You hum an apology when he shivers at the touch, moving to pop open the button on the back of his collar to give him more room to breathe. By now you know better than to run your fingers through his hair and risk messing up his curls, so you move down to scratch his back lightly.
“Santa always gets the list done, he knows what he’s doing. The kitchen elves are doing their best. They seem to be on track to make enough, but you can always delegate a few more elves to help in the kitchen if you feel like they need it. And there’s nothing wrong with green dump trucks,” you talk him through his worries.
“I know it’s your job to take care of everything, but you have to take care of yourself too,” you remind him.
“What did I do to deserve you, sugarplum?” he wonders, voice muffled into your sweater.
“You must’ve been on the nice list,” you joke, poking him softly in the side to watch him squirm. You’re sure this must’ve taken a lot out of him, he seems ready to fall asleep any second and you’re more than willing to lay here as long as it takes for him to get a little rest.
“I love you, sugarplum,” he mumbles sleepily, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
“Love you too,” you press a kiss to his unruly curls as his breathing starts to even out.
“Did you say something about a cookie?” He looks up suddenly and asks, and you can’t help but let out a startled laugh.
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happy hatter day to all those who celebrate >:]
Jervis Tetch seemed to one day just...appear in Gotham. Jervis simply popped into existence in Gotham's foster care system with an Alice in Wonderland book in his hand; no records of his birth or who dropped him off there, if anyone. Jervis himself can't remember where he came from before Gotham, but if you asked, he'd figure he just fell down the rabbit hole and ended up here.
Jervis was placed with many different foster families over the years. She never seemed to mesh right with any of those she was placed with, and spent very little time in each before being returned and shipped off to another. Being so young (and already pretty fragile, mentality-wise), Jervis' brain needed a way to cope with the ever-shifting, confusing mess that was her life.
In came Alice in Wonderland.
Imagining the homes she was placed into as the various places traveled to through Carroll's books made things a lot easier for him to deal with. It even became fun, after a while! He would slot the adults or the other children inside the home into specific roles within his mind's version of Wonderland, and would treat them and act out scenarios accordingly. Whenever he was pulled out of his Wonderland, he would become foggy, distant, and downtrodden - like the world had lost it's color.
(This growing disconnect with reality would only increase how many times she was placed in a different home.)
Eventually, Jervis outgrew the foster system, and shipped herself off to Gotham City University. While her first literature love would always be the Alice in Wonderland series, she had devoured anything that related to the mind and the influence of it. During her time in college, she spent her free time perfecting the act of hypnosis - almost to a scarily good extent. Though at first she only used this to make a little extra money from doing shows at parties.
Jervis graduated with a bachelor's in science and almost immediately joined the new, experimental neuroscience branch that Waynetech had begun developing.
Though most of the work there was doing research, Jervis loved his job, and stayed long enough to earn his Ph.D. in Neurochemistry and work his way up to directly working with the chemicals Waynetech was developing. Of course, the people working alongside Jervis weren't the best. She was funny-looking, and weird, and talked far too much, so that made her quite unpopular with just about everyone. All except for one Alice Hart.
Jervis thought he had long left Wonderland behind him, but suddenly it was back in full swing, invading every moment of free time with daydreams of tea parties with Alice in his lovingly-crafted Wonderland, all the roles filled perfectly so he would never have to venture outside of it again. A growing friendship with Alice herself in the real world did nothing but worsen Jervis' obsession.
But work had to continue, and Jervis had stumbled upon an idea that really captured her attention. A way to chemically influence the brain to do whatever you'd like it to do - like a form of liquid hypnosis. This had started with good intentions, but as Jervis gradually approached the rabbit hole, the development for it became...more unethical. Her first tests were on mice, and then on herself, which only proved to make her mind float even further from the real world. But it worked! When injested, it was less outright control and more suggestibility, but paired with her knack for hypnosis, she had invented mind control.
Her debut of what she'd found didn't go over well. Their creepy coworker, who seemed less-than-grounded on the best of days, inventing a way to control people's minds? That spread rumors around the branch, and eventually, Jervis' bosses made the collective decision to terminate him. While he was brilliant, they had been looking for an excuse to replace him with someone less, well....mad.
This devastated Jervis. But he at least had one thing to cling to - his dearest friend, Alice. She had supported her throughout all of it, and when Jervis plucked up the courage to ask her out for a night, she agreed. What she didn't know upon arriving at her home was that Jervis had long past gone over the edge, and the tea she offered had a little something other thrown into it.
]See, Jervis had concocted a plan. He gathered all of the people in his former company that he thought best fit the roles in his Wonderland, including his Alice, and took them to the Alice in Wonderland exhibit at the Gotham Museum. There, he forced them to reenact his favorite book series with him, the lines between reality and fantasy finally becoming one.
Batman came to the rescue a few hours into it, when Jervis had already been struggling to keep so many people under her spell. She fought back the Bat as best as she could, but it was actually Alice who put a stop to it. Alice, who had managed to snap out of Jervis' control and pick up a prop axe from one of the exhibits, caving in her captor's head with it when she wasn't paying attention. Though the axe was blunt and not made of actual metal, it was still a very heavy object, and before being taken to Arkham Jervis had to undergo extensive medical treatment that she'd never fully recover from.
Nowadays, Jervis drifts in-and-out of Wonderland once again. He is desperate to put all of the pieces back together and live his dream, but he can be patient. He's content to make friends with the other Rogues and help them out when his skills are needed, and in turn be seen as harmless to them.
For now.
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Juan Carlos Bodoque propaganda:
"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I41R2a9_RFo"
"i like him 👍"
"Depressed womanizer gambling red rabbit who hosts a nature preservation section at the newscast he works at and has a homoerotic friendship-hate relationship with his bestie tulio"
"An official tumblr sexyman. A red rabbit with an egregiously deep voice. One of the most iconic characters from Latin American television. Can be seen on signs during the 2019 Chilean police brutality protests.
A jaded and downtrodden journalist with an addiction to women, gambling, smoking, he covers the environment for his segment on 31 minutos. Sometimes his niece and nephew make an appearance during which he is a general scrooge of an uncle. During these segments you can see him attempt suicide, get dumped, and sleep with nuclear weapons. He also drinks his favorite racehorse’s piss in season four as an antidote to snake venom.
Design wise, how can you not love the way his floppy ears and yellow mouth look? More charmingly, his still eye is based off of his real life voice actor, who also has a lazy eye!"
"Bodoque love of my life. He turned me into an environmentalist at age 8. He's a kid's show characters but he's also a gambling addict and a womanizer. They use his crippling addiction to horse races as a way to move the plot several times. He has a song where he sings about his favorite race horse and it is an actual BANGER. https://youtu.be/39yyXdoEw24?si=riXD4Stpft3mkER5 extended version when. He has ANOTHER horse race song in the christmas special where he gambles his friends' presents away https://youtu.be/VuH5SEC1PRA?si=lUIb9cLtwkAdzoxW
He also struggles with depression as shown in the season 2 episode ""Depressed Bodoque"". Anyway. He better win or else I'm burning the entire website down."
"Latinamerican icon.
Teaches kids about nature.
Has a gambling addiction and never wins
Winner of tumblr latino sexyman"
"The only puppet cool enough to say mother fucker on a kids show"
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a lot of this is probably obvious but it's my first time noticing it so 😭 enjoy a deep dive
“Our Love”, the song that plays over the scene where Vi turns herself in, is, in a vacuum, a classic 50’s-styled love song - in an authentic enough sense that it’s easy to be mistaken for a real, licensed song. But it was made specifically for the show, for this very moment. And when taken with its intended context, the visual language of the scene positions it as something deeper: a narrative expression of Vi’s thought process as she prepares to give herself up to the authorities. And her reasons for doing so: her love for Powder.
The design of the record of Our Love itself even seems to symbolize this.
Two girls, potentially sisters, orbiting each other - either floating in mid-air, or about to fall into the hole at the middle of the disc.
The beginning of the scene first illustrates a morose Powder taking refuge at the bar, intermixed with Vi breaking into the tip-off spot, and the feet of marching enforcers.
(The captions say “man grunts” but, that’s definitely the pantleg of young Vi’s design, and that’s clearly Hailee Steinfeld’s voice grunting 😭.)
Powder’s mind is on her sister, in the form of the rabbit she gifted her before she left (which will go on to symbolize Vi, and Jinx’s relationship to her, in a more major way Acts 4 and beyond.) Vi’s words clearly worried her, and the effect of that reveals Powder’s own love for Vi.
As the song ramps up from its slower, moodier beginnings, the realization of the impact of this action falls over Vander, the audience, and Vi.
Cinematically, it turns into a long, slow zoom in on Vi - her demeanor growing from resigned and downtrodden, her head bowed and her hands clasped, to ready and determined - standing up by the scenes end.
The bridge between those two states being a cut back to Powder feels intentional. As do the lyrics;
And the apprehension in her eyes, even as she does rise to accept her fate, really captures the ultimate irony of them.
“With you.”
For all the lyrics both support and re-enforce Vi’s reasons for doing this, by describing Powder as someone who bolsters her strength,
(A subversion of the idea that Powder solely relies on Vi for strength.)
As well as proclaiming that through their love, they’ve been able to whether hardships like this in the past, and will continue to do so,
It also subverts them. She’s doing this out of love for her sister, but she won’t be there to love her sister, or vice versa, by the time this is over (at least, so she believes). And that’s a sacrifice for both of them. A lot of these lyrics can apply to both of them, in fact.
But I still believe the song is specifically from the perspective of Vi. Because she’s the one who has always forced herself to “move on”, to “stay strong” - and this song is an illustration of where that strength comes from. Love, and a desire to protect, specifically her sister.
Because, partially out of necessity, they’ve found in each other the one positive thing they could rely on in a society dedicated to their destruction and misery - and here, is threatened to be destroyed by that very society. By series end, it arguably has. But there’s still that love there. And we, like Vi, can only hope that’s enough.
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Can I request for the four Lords with an s/o who is honestly good at reading the Lord's facial expressions, even if the Lords are trying to hide it- to which s/o can act accordingly if their lover had a bad day at a "family" meeting or something?
I can try!💖 I also love your Tumblr name💖 Outlaws for life
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The Four Lords with an S/O Who Can Easily Read Their Facial Expressions
Alcina Dimitrescu
-She is the type to try and hide her facial expressions. For starters, Alcina doesn’t want to bother or worry you nor her daughters with any of her troubles. She just grabs a glass of wine to get over it.
-But she’s not the best at hiding her irritation no matter how hard she tries. There’s always a twitch in her brow or tension in her face, even when she forces a smile that her daughters believe.
-However, it’s easy for you to distinguish how much Heisenberg has managed to aggravate her whenever she comes back from a meeting. Her expression is always tense, she’s not smiling, and looks ready to kill anything that gets in her.
-At this point, you know if you ask, she would start to rant. But that’s exactly what she needs to do instead of bottling it all up. So, you open the rabbit hole and allow yourself to be her listener.
-That, and you go to retrieve her favorite wine. C’mon, Alcina can’t have dealt with Heisenberg and not have something to drink.
Donna Beneviento (and Angie)
-Out of all the lords, Donna is the hardest one to read. This is because she likes to keep her face under that veil due to the Cadou violating her. Still, you are able to read her body language like a champ.
-It might seem like not a lot of things get to Donna, but you are able to tell from her sluggish movements to slouching shoulders that something is bothering her. Now the mysterious was finding out what that is.
-Angie is the one who would reveal that, considering Donna doesn’t say much. After the doll rats her out, you would realize that a family meeting just got to overwhelming for her and Donna is emotionally drained.
-This is also when you remove her veil, with permission of course, to see her face clearly. Of course, she has the most vivid facial expressions when you can see them, being one of the most emotionally lords, so you can see how stressed she looks.
-It’s at this point where you move to make her some tea and enjoy some relaxation with her. Donna needs some time to decompress, so it’s either that or distracting herself with her dolls. But she prefers her time to be with you.
Salvatore Moreau
-If anything, Moreau is a mix of both worlds. He wants to hide his facial expressions from you, but he is terrible at doing so. The only reason he would want to hide them was so that you wouldn’t be troubled with his problems.
-That said, you pretend not to notice for a bit because you don’t want to make our sensitive boy feel bad for having you see how downtrodden he appears. However, you soon can’t stand it, and intervene.
-Moreau pretends like nothing really gets to him, but he’s smarter than people think. Each family meeting is a reminder to him that he is not Mother Miranda’s favorite, and nothing can be done to change it. So, each time he comes home, he’s put through a cycle of depression.
-When you manage to confess that you see how he is feeling, the poor guy looks even more distraught and starts to explain that he’s fine, not wanting to be a burden. However, you read his facial expressions well.
-After reassuring him all is well, you have to act like a parent to their child and distract him with moving pictures. Meaning, you go to watch his favorite movie together to cheer him up, and pretending that it was your idea, not just because you wanted to make him feel better.
Karl Heisenberg
-Heisenberg hates and loves that you can read him so well. He hates it because when he’s feeling angered or stressed, he just wants to bottle it up and be left alone. But he also loves that you know him well enough that you can tell when the slightest thing bothers him.
-Still, that doesn’t stop him from hiding it. Heisenberg is used to wearing a facade of a smirk and cynical laughter, rarely showing his distraught face to anyone. That said, you notice not only the strain and tension in his face, but also his shoulders. And the way he interacts with objects like slamming doors. Out of all the lords, he is the hardest to read.
-And the worst part is confronting him. It’s taken years to build up a trustful and loving relationship with him, and the slightest thing could break that. He doesn’t like people seeing him emotional, even you. But sometimes, after a meeting with Miranda, you know you have to do something to make him feel better.
-Of course, trying to bring up the topic is a no go. Heisenberg will never talk about what’s bothering him and prying him open could result in collateral damage. So, you just have to play naivety and find ways to make him feel better without him knowing that was your plan.
-With Heisenberg, you really just have to distract. Sometimes it’s easy if all you have to do is hug him or cuddle him. He might just melt right into you and drop whatever he is doing. However, sometimes things have to get a bit friskier. Either way, you achieve your end result.
#resident evil#resident evil imagines#resident evil headcanons#resident evil village#resident evil village imagines#resident evil village headcanons#alcina dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu imagine#alcina dimitriscu x reader#alcina dimitrescu headcanons#donna beneviento#donna beneviento imagine#donna beneviento x reader#donna beneviento headcanons#salvatore moreau#salvatore moreau imagine#salvatore moreau x reader#salvatore moreau headcanons#karl heisenberg#karl heisenberg imagine#karl heisenberg x reader#karl heisenberg headcanons
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Since you've mentioned Edward, the "classic" rumor - never substantiated, and possibly a bit of an inside joke among the toffs that simply got out to the wrong people - was that he was gay and Sophie was his beard. There was a gay nightclub in London called "The Queen's Youngest". Sophie even had to deny the rumors in an interview.
Edward being secretly in looove with Diana is a brand new, and fairly fantastical, rumor.
Diana was an aristo snob - they may have the common touch and connect with the downtrodden, but they sneer at the middle class, i.e. Sophie.
And Diana and Sarah used to call Sophie "Little Miss Goody Two Shoes" (or something like that). They didn't like how much easier the press was on Sophie than them. I also remember reading something about how Diana felt The Queen liked Sophie more than her, which may have also contributed to Diana's snobbery.
Yeah, the people who think Edward was obsessed with Diana are unhinged. It's so bizarre and so out there. I truly can't tell if they're doing it for clicks or if they legitimately see something that isn't there. That's one rabbit hole I am definitely not going down.
I don't even count the Edward is gay/Sophie is his beard rumors. It's no one's business but theirs.
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I think there are some really bad takes out there about Jonathan, Jancy, Stancy and inflating Steve so I just have to say all this…
Jonathan is not weak and passive. S1 he is basically a parent that is cooking, making $ for the family, being a primary caregiver to Will and his mom in all ways. He confronts his clearly abusive and dangerous father head on (Lonnie says, “you’ve gotten stronger” and Jonathan checks Lonnie’s trunk for Will, implying just how bad he might be) and later he beats up Steve— proxy for his family’s bullies. He’s basically described as a pacifist (the rabbit story) but tough when he has to be. He single-handedly plans his brother’s funeral and he plans/acts to kill the monster including stealing his dangerous dad’s gun. S2, I mean, first he is strong enough to put Nancy and Steve’s relationship completely above his own feelings (party/car scene) and then, of course, he takes part in seemingly torturing his brother to oust the monster although he is clearly emotionally tortured himself. S3 he confronts all the monsters head on including the one in El’s leg….
Chemistry. The only time I viewed Stancy as maybe having good chemistry is S1 Christmas scene and maybe also on his bed, mostly. Oh and I think he was a really good bf at Barb’s parents dinner. But nearly every other scene S1-S2 is Steve pushing boundaries with Nancy or not listening to her - which despite his sometimes puppy dog look is not cute and endearing to me. He negates her desire to study, directs how she should spend her time, she routinely wants to stop kissing before he does, he shows up at her bedroom window 2x not explicitly invited (after one of which he slut shames her), he and his friends are interested in weekday partying, drinking, sex while she is not but gets pressured into. Even before she knows Barb went missing, she clearly looks a little conflicted about the fact that she slept with Steve after the fact. By the time she’s drinking too much at the S2 party and he is right to suggest that she stop and they go home, she’s been dismissed so much by him that she no longer listens to what he has to say and then blows up about it all. Which, yes, was shitty for Steve. (Also, for those not paying attention, he absolutely did NOT tell Jonathan to take her home. Also I don’t know whether they definitely were broken up by Murray’s - they certainly both called each other bullshit - but Tommy does say they were broken up in the shower scene.) Anyway, and then the S3 end scene is the most blatant difference between N&J and N&S- Nancy never, ever showed even a fraction of that much care and love for Steve.
Re “a creep.” Creep is the bullies’ stereotype of Jonathan that some fans perpetuate, which is really sad. Like, the Duffers really said, here are bullied nerds and loners and downtrodden who deserve to be loved, and yet the fans are out here acting like Tommy & Carol about Jonathan. Did he take secret photos? Yes. Is that the only creepy thing he’s shown to ever have done? Yes. Was his brother/best friend missing and likely presumed dead at the time and his mother seemingly having another nervous breakdown and canon that they are all victims of abuse and bullying? Yes. Is Jonathan portrayed as focused on sexual things at that time? Absolutely not. Based on other Jonathan characterization, were the photos of Nancy likely sexually motivated (also the facts are that he stopped at shirtless Nancy, not ‘them having sex’ which fandom perpetuates), or instead were they super bad idea artsy snapshots of an interesting life that he’s an outsider to? The latter. Steve and friends think it’s sexual because it’s all they think about. Anyway, it was wrong but there’s context. And maybe Nancy would be more distraught about them if she wasn’t so laser focused on the fact that Barb is missing and she knows that, hey, so is this guy’s brother, who is also her brother’s best friend whose family is not as bad as she hears people say. Who else gives us clues about Jonathan? Well, the kids, who portray Jonathan as safe/responsible (contrasted to Steve as a “douchebag”), Joyce- same, and Mrs. Wheeler- same.
Re Communication. Are N and J having communications problems in S4? Yes. But at least Nancy shares with Jonathan. She has no interest (or ability sometimes) to share with Steve. It’s shown that it’s partly because Steve doesn’t listen to her and/or unconsciously disrespects what she has to say. Which continues into S4 when he doesn’t say anything like, ‘hey, I know you said 6 kids sounded like a nightmare but I wanted you to know, you are also in my dream.’ No, as usual, it’s all about him, his opinion, what he wants to do. (Also, facts, Steve has never ‘babysat’ Will or El so don’t count them in the 6…). Anyway, Nancy gets no words in edgewise and never has and stops trying pretty early on. She doesn’t show that she wants to talk to him much, really. Contrast that with Jonathan, who she is already having deep conversations about life with in the darkroom, when she is way way way less close to him than she’s supposed to be with Steve. She and J fight because they have deep conversations about things and, up til now, they’ve resolved and grown from those conflicts.
Intellectual compatibility. I don’t see this brought up very often but Nancy does not suffer fools gladly and Steve, sorry to say, is not shown to be intellectually compatible with her. She enjoys deep convos with J from early on. When she says J will be home reading Vonnegut on Halloween, she wants him to have more teenage fun, yes, but she actually respects that he reads and reads challenging stuff. She’s turned off by Steve’s simplistic college essay. She and J finish each other’s ideas while Steve confuses Germans with Nazis and various other little things like that. Can you really see Nancy excited to have conversations about “boobies!” like Robin tolerates? No. My read on Nancy meeting Robin was that Nancy was annoyed while Robin acted like a blundering idiot and then started liking her when she proved she was, in fact, quite savvy and intelligent which started when Robin found the Creel info at the library from suggesting the alternative news source (this is right after Robin says she isn’t dating Steve— leaving the audience to think it might’ve been that that turned Nancy). Nancy hangs out with the nerdy newspaper kids. Nancy says Dustin is her favorite of Mike’s friends- and it’s pretty clear that Dustin is the smartest of all of them (and bullied for being conventionally different). She says that girls Dustin’s age are too immature to realize it but that he’ll drive them crazy (aka they’ll love him) one day. Yup - just like she matured and realized that an intellectually curious, different guy like Jonathan was what she actually loved.
In S5, if J and N don’t communicate better like they have in the past and if Jonathan reverts to being a listless stoner (which, facts, he wasn’t once the Cali mission actually started), then he’s not really the guy she fell in love with anymore and it wouldn’t work out. But, Steve is shown to just not be her type beyond the surface, as much as she might even want him to be. It would be really disappointing for the Duffers to negate all that.
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@91cmspoilers continued from here
This Summer Vacation was already odd enough that it took place within a virtual reality- but to think they'd add haunted houses and the like.
Still, usually she could handle aspects like this. Horror, Occult, that genre? That was a excitement Sonia Nevermind could continue to sink her teeth into regardless, even despite her standard or 'talent'.
She fidgets, grimacing. Maybe it was the company of Hajime Hinatas elder twin.. After all, he was quite perceptive of others. Earlier that day, he had sincerely ripped apart Soda's new machine he built to perfect on it, leaving the mechanic downtrodden.
Which, she was grateful for, though it was.. strange how quick the action was. As if it took him no time at all to find the Ultimate's faults and perfect it.
Though, at least the humbling action would give Soda some time to reflect on things and not rely on just his talent-
Oh!
"Wait up! Usami said we should stick together, yes?"
Sonia began to dash after- deciding to not linger on the truly frightening aspects that made up Izuru Kamukura, and to try and experience the spooktastic events Usami had lined up..
...Which would probably not be up to par with Sonias usual tastes of horror, but hey, the rabbits trying, ya know?
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Pillyki redesigns~
i have granted them extra pinch abilities.
top pic is some common island breeds with their Piips (larvae). got a standard Lush, a Coral, a Berry, and a Mossy. bottom pic is life cycle from egg to cocoon.
fun facts:
when frightened a Piip's feathery fluff shifts into patches of black that make it resemble two large unblinking eyes when seen sideways.
they can shoot paralyzing venom from the sacks near their eyes. this venom is sometimes harvested for medical reasons but it must be watered down to be used safely.
wild Pillies spin their cocoons in pits lined with ashes from dead hawks. the glow of the cocoons make it look like a many eyed creature is staring out from the pit.
most Pillies resemble what we would consider roosters and it's very difficult to determine what sex a Pilly is. even if you think you're sure, your "buck" pilly might start laying eggs out of the blue one day. sequential hermaphrodites? mistaken identity? who knows.
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Something I've been really thinking a lot about recently is like. How much difference in my quality of life as a mentally ill person is directly influenced by the choice to hope, to try, to assume good intent. In order to have a life worth living I have to believe it's possible.
Before anyone says anything about my mental illness being not as severe and therefore negating my position, let me put this into perspective. I am schizoaffective, meaning essentially both schizophrenic and bipolar (or major depression for some people). I also have ocd, several specific learning disorders, combined type adhd, and autism (plus some misc other less relevant mental health diagnoses). I've been hospitalized for a suicide attempt, homeless, disowned, abused, impoverished. I know what it's like to suffer, to struggle,to be stigmatized, to want to die. I'm trans, intersex, and queer. My life, and quality of life, continue to be under threat by the powers that be and from members of my own community. In many ways, many life is and has been hard.
But I have a life now that I enjoy and want to keep. I live in shared reality most of the time. My compulsions are under control, my disabilities accommodated, and my mood has been more or less euthymic for the last 4 ish years. The single most powerful driving force in my continual recovery has been the work that myself, my friends, cousins, doctors, case managers, even strangers have put into supporting me. I couldn't do it alone, but neither could anyone or everyone else do it without my willingness to try. I can't overstate how important other people were in helping me get to where I am today. But right now, for this post, I want to talk about the choice that I made to help myself.
I put in effort. I chose to live in shared reality, and worked hard every minute of every day (and still do!) To keep myself from going down the rabbit hole of psychosis. I chose to live, at first out of guilt, then spite, and now joy. I chose to pursue treatment, and chose to show a vulnerable side of myself to strangers in order to ask for help. I chose to make friends. Chose to support those friends and chose to let them support me. I chose to transition and to seek happiness and security in who I am. I chose to show strangers kindness despite my instinctive mistrust, and chose to challenge myself to learn and grow as a person, ally, and friend.
My message to you, the downtrodden, the ill, the underprivileged, the heartbroken, the disabled, queer, stigmatized, dehumanized, profiled, abused, and othered, is simple yet difficult: chose love. For yourself, for life, for others, for passions, for the world. You matter. Everything and everyone matters. Choose to help and be helped. Choose to care. Choose to grow. Life isn't easy but it's worth living. You deserve a good life and you need to believe it.
I'm not saying that it's your fault you're suffering or that you're bad if you can't do something. But you have a choice. You always have a choice.
Choose to care.
#people cannot help you if you dont make the choice to be helped.#sza#mental illness#ocd#depression#disability#queer#mental health#be kind#learn#try#it is worth it#maybe it doesnt seem like it now#but it is#i love you
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Valicer Polyship Week, Day Eight: Free Day – Outsider POV (Valicer In The Dark AU)
It’s Day Eight, the final day of Valicer Polyship Week, courtesy of @polyshipweek, and we’re ending with the second of my Valicer In The Dark AU fics for the week! This particular fic actually started life as an attempt at the “Identity Porn” prompt for Day Six, with me thinking about all the different ways different people and groups in Duskwall might see Victor, Alice, and Smiler’s little crew -- but after rereading what “Identity Porn” actually means (dealing with multiple identities, like if you’re a super hero or spy), I decided it actually made more sense as a take on the “Outsider POV” prompt from Day Three. And as I’d already used “Bed Sharing” for Day Three’s story, I just grabbed the prompt for Day Eight’s “free day!” So yeah, here’s a simple list fic of how everyone in Duskwall sees The Three Pillars crew to end off the week. Enjoy!
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The Three Pillars of Duskwall, the newest criminal crew to walk the streets of the Empire’s greatest port city, were many things to many people.
To the local Bluecoats, they were an absolute embarrassment – a tiny gang of weirdos that had nevertheless slipped through their fingers far, far too many times for their liking.
To the Imperial Guard, they were essentially just part of the scenery, another trio of criminal scum beneath their notice – at least, after the Spirit Wardens had confirmed that no, the Pillars had not actually killed one of their own.
To the Gray Cloaks of Six Towers, they were eccentric but friendly neighbors – always conducting some sort of strange experiment or ritual in their lair, but largely keeping to themselves unless they had favors to trade.
To the factory foremen and industry leaders of the city, they were terrible thorns in their sides, saboteurs and rabble-rousers with an eye for making their lives all the harder (and occasionally all the shorter).
To the downtrodden works and urchins on the streets, they were beloved heroes, standing firm against those who exploited others and working to help give the common man a better life.
To William and Nell Van Dort, they were abductors and defilers, having stolen away their son and heir and stopped them from reaching the lofty social ranks that would have justified their move to the gleaming streets of Brightstone.
To Victoria White, nee Everglot, they were unexpected saviors – her previous fiance and his new friends having burst in at just the right time to save her from a marriage that would have certainly led to her death, and sent her running into the arms into the arms of her current beloved.
To Nan Sharpe, madam of The Mangled Mermaid in Silkshore, they were just the friends her old charge had needed for years – sure, they’d pulled Alice into a life of crime, but at least they were real people and not just hallucinations of talking cats and rabbits!
To Matthew and Carol Alton, they were delightful new comrades in the fight against unhappiness and woe – perhaps they weren’t official Advocates yet, but they seemed to care deeply about their beloved child, and that was enough for them at the moment.
To the Immortal Emperor of the realm, they were nothing – not even a footnote in the reports he received from his many spies.
And to each other. . .they were the closest of companions, who’d forged their bond through trials aplenty. They were the ones who knew each other best in the world – all their various faults and foibles, all their bad and good – and accepted what they found. They were the ones they trusted above all others, the ones they knew would always have their back through thick and thin. They were Alice, Victor, and Smiler – and they loved each other.
And that was enough.
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#valicer polyship week#PolyshipWeek23#valicer#fanfic#valicer in the dark au#free day#outsider POV#victor van dort#alice liddell#smiler alton#the smiler#corpse bride#American McGee's Alice#I like how this one ended up coming together#took me a bit to get the organization right but#it's a good look at how they're generally perceived around the city#basically most of the richer and more corrupt groups hate them#while the poorer people think they're all right actually#I wanna do more with this AU in future#I have ideas for a handful of scores for them to pull off#some possible tweaks to their playbooks#and even some not-incorrect quotes#just always a matter of finding the time to do it all!#especially since I also have to complete 'The Joker And The Queen'#and especially 'Londerland Bloodlines: Downtown Queensland'#busy busy busy#queued
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Escape Ch 3
Warnings: Language. Smut
“Hey baby!” You greeted, a bright smile on your face as you grabbed the bottle of Lagavuilin down from the shelf, “Didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
“Shitty trial…didn’t want to be alone.” Casey replied, your face fell at the downtrodden feel she gave off.
“You okay?” Your voice was softer, your hand squeezing hers while you dumped much more than a double into her glass.
“Yeah.” She looked up at you, small smile on her face that you reciprocated. “S’long as your here.” Your heart warmed at the statement, you’d spent a fair amount of time together already, you knew you meant a lot to each other.
Casey was quick to relocate her frequented bar to yours, always taking the stool at the corner of the bar as hers as long as you were working, most of your time together was brief. Either she would stop in for a quick drink while you were working, or you grabbed coffee during the middle of her work day, despite the original kiss (and a multiple smattering of others spread through your time together) you had yet to spend a night together, conflicting schedules in the way. Not that any of that stopped the emotion flowing through you, you knew it was risky, wasn’t ideal to fall for someone so quickly, but there was something about her that just tugged you down that rabbit hole faster than you could imagine.
“You make me weak, y’know that?” You muttered, grabbing a basket from the back of the bar, “Chicken bite? I’m not gonna finish them.” She smiled at the sentiment as you dropped the basket in front of her, quickly dashing off to help make drinks for the servers. It was Friday night and the bar was packed, she knew before she showed up that you’d be busy, but something about the way you sought out her eyes every free moment you had made her feel better, the small smirk on your lips warming her.
It was just past 11 pm when you disappeared into the back, processing that afternoon’s cash out before the evening bartender had taken over. The night had slowed down, there wasn’t a need for three of you behind the wood any longer. When you reappeared your hair was loose, your regular black attire replaced with a soft purple tank, bag thrown over your shoulder, you gave Casey a wicked grin as you approached her.
“You done?” She questioned, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah, I start early on Fridays, first cut.” The remaining bartender slid a round of shots and a drink towards you as you rolled your eyes, you’d already done a couple shots with Casey throughout the night. You called out a quick thanks as the two of you sunk the shots back, it was when you were finally done your drink that Casey turned to you, a gleam in her eye.
“Any chance you wanna get out of here?”
“Thought you’d never ask….” You replied, laughing at how fast she was to settle her bill. Since her apartment was only a short walk away, you ended up back there rather quickly, her hand linked in yours, pausing to kiss you sweet lips at every red light the two of you encountered.
It wasn’t a night surrounded by burning passion, a night that moved fast and quick, with barely a moment to think. It was a night surrounded by emotion, softness, the little whimpers escaping either of your lips as you made your way through Casey’s apartment, more intoxicated with each other than the need to get each other undressed. There wasn’t a reason you’d waited this long before sleeping together, you’d just simply been happy with how incredible you made each feel outside of the bedroom it wasn’t a top tier item to pursue.
Casey slowly tugged off your tank top, her lips briefly leaving yours, eyes full of passion and fire at the sight of your exposed skin. You were quick to pull of her shirt, arms dancing behind you to drop your bra to the floor, it was only a matter of minutes until you were bare before each other.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” She murmured as her hands traced down your body, smiling at the way your hips shot up off the bed, your breath gasping as her hand trailed through your folds. A moan of her name escaped your mouth, she sat up, wanting to take in the view of you writhing beneath her while she finger fucked you to oblivion. Her fingers sunk into you, a groan leaving you, your head thrown back into the pillows, relishing in the touch you’d wanted for so long, her touch hitting parts of you that you could barely imagine. She sped up the speed of her hand, letting the heel of her hand press against the sensitivity of your clit in the process. Your walls fluttered around her fingers, voice yelping through the room at the feeling of your orgasm washing over you, panting in satisfaction.
“Fuck…” You breathed, taking a moment to try and gather yourself, rolling your eyes at the sound of Casey chuckling over you. “You’re so fucking perfect.” You muttered, quick enough to flip her over that she giggled before you buried yourself into her pussy. You moaned heavily at how fucking delectable she tasted, the sweetness assaulting your tongue heavier than anything in years, the smell of her making you completely wet and weakened again. Her hips thrust up against your mouth when your lips wrapped around her clit, your fingers beginning their decent into her, causing her to grasp against your hair, a whimper of your name escaping her mouth. You smirked against her, feeling her body shake uncontrollably against you, whines leaving her mouth while she grasped heavily against you.
Softly, you kissed her thigh, your lips trailing your way up her soft skin, eventually settling against her lips, hands cupping her face, relishing in the smile she had on her lips. A small groan left her as her tongue broke into your mouth, tasting herself against you, you smirked against her, letting her tongue dance against yours as she pulled you tighter to you.
“Can you stay?” She whispered into the quiet room.
“‘Course.” You replied, snuggling deeper against her. You were asleep faster than she’d expected, your breath regulating against her as she curled against you, ecstatic at the feeling of your body against hers.
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The next morning it was the smell of coffee wafting throughout the apartment that roused you from your slumber. As much as you hated the fact that Casey wasn’t next to you, you were at least thankful at the smile she gave you as you moved into the kitchen.
“Smells delicious.” You greeted, pulling her into a kiss.
“I can only take thanks for the coffee, breakfast is ordered in.” She gestured towards the take out containers holding fruit layered pancakes, a hefty amount of syrup accompanying them.
“Y’know, you’ve gotta be careful Case. Keep shit like this up and I might just fall in love with you.” She laughed at your response, not wanting to admit she was teetering over the edge as she pulled you into a kiss, lips meeting yours with ease. You hummed in satisfaction against her, “Did you eat yet?” Your voice was soft as she shook her head.
“Wanted to wait for you.”
“God you’re going to be the death of me.” You murmured, giving her lips a deep kiss before moving over to the coffee machine, pouring yourself a cup while Casey pulled plates from the cupboard. You spent the rest of the afternoon buried in each others arms on the couch, lips tracing every inch of each others bodies, laughing over stories you told each other. You groaned heavily around 7pm, pushing yourself up against Casey’s body.
“You okay?” She questioned, hand stroking the side of your face.
“I’ve gotta be at work in an hour.” You tugged her to you, deeply kissing her, hand burying into her hair. “I really….really like you. I hope you know that.” You felt your heart tear apart at the statement, wanting nothing more than to be able to fall completely in love with her. You could feel how much she felt about you already, the emotion more than apparent through your friendship.
“I really like you too…” She trailed off, giving you another kiss, “Amber…I know it hasn’t been long but I really, really care about you. I need you to know that.” You gave a soft giggle before you gave her a soft kiss.
“I know that. But I do have to go.”
“I know.”
“I’ll text you when I’m done?” You gave her one last kiss, eager to feel her lips against yours while you made your way off to the bar. You may have laughed and joked with the regulars and guests throughout the night but the only place your brain could think of was Casey’s lips. The way she made you feel absolutely incredible, the soft smile she gave you, the way she tugged you to her when she needed you. You were weak. You were beyond head over heels. You were completely and totally in love with her and you didn’t know how you were supposed to tell her so early
#casey novak#casey novak x reader#escape#law and order#law and order svu#svu#law and order special victims unit
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Team Rodent is a global organization whose sole mission is to eliminate capitalism, destroy the foundations of industrialization, eliminate business corporations and steal money in order for the rich to become downtrodden and for the poor to become wealthy.
Team Rodent is orchestrated by several spearhead admins located in almost every region, including Almia and Orre.
There is Team Rodent’s Rat King, the head honcho of their affairs.
Lizzie, a fauna Pokémon specialist stationed in Sinnoh
Pedro, the squirrel Pokémon specialist stationed in Paldea
Azuka, the mongoose Pokémon specialist stationed in Kanto (although can be seen lurking in the Johto region as well)
Ben, the moth Pokémon specialist in Galar
Jack, the dove Pokémon specialist stationed in Unova
Hunnie, the rabbit Pokémon specialist stationed in Almia.
Okhona, the beaver/groundhog Pokémon specialist stationed in Alola.
Oubliette, the bat pokemon specialist stationed in Hoenn.
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