“MIRACULOUS Agents Gabriel Agreste, Jean Papillon, and Guillaume Sancoeur headed the AKUMA Program in 1989. But when the failing program loses its funding and they continue their research in secret, it leads the three down paths they never saw coming. Paths which most, if not all, would not survive.”
Part One of a Two Part Flashback of the 27 years leading up to the present AKUMA Program that has taken way too long to get here.
“Here we go again
We’re sick like animals
We play pretend
And I’m afraid
I won’t get out alive
No, I won’t sleep tonight
I want some more
What are you waiting for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight”
So… I was reading this beautiful fanfiction here:Men and Monsters, written by the wonderful @bymidnightflame (I’m in love with all her fanfics :3)andwell… It inspired me and I ended up drawing this. Took me quite some time because I’m stuck with a lot of work and studying and stuffand it’s still so sketchy, but oh well. I like it that way.
Oh and it’s Keith’s leg he’s holding by the way. xD
Hello. I’ve never really done a proper theory post before, but I really hope I can manage to make my points clear? Because this is something I feel strongly about.
First of all, today is October 28th 2016, Homestuck had its Credits three days ago, and Hussie has been hinting at an Epilogue to come. Many people really want the Epilogue, because they feel Homestuck’s ending was unsatisfying. The reasons for this, and whether I agree with them or not, are up for debate and are more complex than they seem. But one reason people have proposed is that Hussie grew tired of writing Homestuck and just whipped up an ending. That is the viewpoint I absolutely disagree with, and I believe I can (if not prove) make a convincing case against. Which means I believe I can make a convincing case for the suggestion that Hussie had this entire ending planned, including people’s dissatisfaction with the ending and the reasons why they found it unsatisfying.
So then. What was the ending, again? Let’s describe it from the perspective of one who didn’t like the ending.
John finds his way into a rewritten world where his friends are not really the friends he knows. Roxy is dead here, indirectly killed by John’s own choice (but it’s okay because we know the real Roxy is still alive). The protagonists fight the Big Bad witch and inexplicably kill her with one lucky blow off-screen. A wolf thing, presented as a dire threat, has nothing to do with the actual fight and is neutralized and appeased naturally. A robotic killer is threatening but ultimately blows itself up. The audience is rewarded with, essentially, fanart of Homestuck characters being affectionate with each other. The audience is pissed off by this turn of events; after all that was built up, suddenly our favourite characters are being drawn by other people, suddenly all plot seems to have been forgotten and just strung together with contrivances. It feels like an insult to everything we’ve come to admire. The next Act, instead of providing more answers, we just get anime, and still not drawn by Hussie. A little while later, we hear again from the story, and we see our focal point character is despondent and mournful, deciding ultimately to take action and leaving us on a cliffhanger.
(I gave this description on Reddit, though I added the last sentence specifically for this post)
That is the ending, right? Let’s go over it again.
John finds his way into a retconned timeline, where the art is predominantly a different style than Hussie’s conventional (and when it is Hussie’s, it is “fast and loose”).
His friends are there, but John is consciously aware that they’re not literally the same people he has known all his life.
John’s very act of arriving in this retconned timeline (his Choice with Typheus in A6A6I4) necessitated that the new Roxy would have to die (which is okay because there is still the old Roxy).
The new John died before we came to this timeline.
The protagonists fight the witch (Batterwitch), the wolf (Jack), and the robot (different Jack).
The witch is inexplicably killed with one lucky blow. (The audience is rewarded with “fanart” of Homestuck characters being affectionate with each other, including a wedding.)
A wolf thing, presented as a dire threat, has nothing to do with the actual fight and is neutralized and appeased naturally, non-lethally.
A robotic killer is threatening but ultimately blows itself up.
The audience is pissed off by this turn of events; after all that was built up, suddenly our favourite characters are being drawn by other people, suddenly all plot seems to have been forgotten and just strung together with contrivances.
The next Act, instead of providing more answers, we just get anime, and still not drawn by Hussie.
A little while later, we hear again from the story (Credits), and we see our focal point character (John) is despondent and mournful…
…deciding ultimately to take action (fight Caliborn) and leaving us on a cliffhanger leading presumably up to the Masterpiece.
Does this… make sense? Do you see why I personally believe this whole “ending” is just another ruse, another instance of Homestuck being shaped like itself?
“Get her back to the car!” Derek snapped at Erica who forced
you away from Isaac who was being attacked by the Alpha twins and towards the
“Derek I am a witch I can help!” You shrieked and he glanced
back at you, missing one of the twins who helped his brother yank Isaac to his
feet, you knew the look, he didn’t know if he could bring Isaac back to you.
You begrudgingly followed Erica to the car and let her rush
back to Derek while you headed to Deaton’s to see if you could help from there.
He wasn’t surprised when you stormed in and had laid out several spells and new
things for you to try out.
“He wouldn’t let me help!” You snapped and Deaton sighed.
“(Y/N) you’ve not yet reached your full potential and you
are overly protective, you might have got injured.” He pointed out and you
rolled your eyes.
“Or I would have helped.” You muttered.
“You’ve been here a few months (Y/N), Derek’s only just
opened up to the pack about his feelings and you’re important to him.” Deaton
pointed out and you nodded.
Imagine being Niklaus’ best friend. He’s under the impression you have no idea who/what he truly is, but after an accident that leaves you hopped up on the good drugs.. everything just comes tumbling out.
Klaus X Reader (Best Friends)
Klaus is enjoying some much needed quiet time, painting in his studio and sipping on some bourbon. New Orleans has been calm for quite some time now and the Mikaelson family has finally found the peace they fought for, for so long.
His cell rings and after carefully setting down his paintbrush, he digs out the offending noise maker and answers it without so much as glancing at the caller ID. “This better be important.”
“Um,” the voice wavers. “May I speak to a Mr. Niklaus Mikaelson, please?”
“I dunno what’s wrong with her Scott, she’s acting like she’s
nervous.” Stiles rubbing his hands together as he thought over catching you last
night, he didn’t know what you were doing but you screamed at him for checking
in on you like he normally did before he went to bed.
“Maybe she’s just out grown you tucking her in?” Scott
offered, waving at one of their friends who had begged the entire pack to
support them at the school’s talent show, Malia had been curious to the pack
ended up agreeing.
“Scott, when there’s a thunder storm she gets in my bed and
makes me call Derek!” Stiles sighed. “Also, have I told you that he never picks
up but he seems to always tell when it’s her calling, even on my phone!”
“Well he did save her from getting eaten by me… Peter,
Isaac, Boyd and Cora so she’s going to trust him I guess.” Scott chuckled but
Stiles shook his head.
Normal, right. Just a random person complaining about a name they don’t like. Most just ignore it and move on. I pitched in and said basically what the first person said, “Once it leaves your lair, it’s not yours. Naming before you sell can help.”
The second I jump in, they complain some more and I send another explanation. Right before I hit send, I get this ping.
Huh? So I go back and revise my original message as so:
Okay? I literally don’t care and I guess we’re ignoring the fact that you just wrongly claim that I’M the one buying your ugly dragons and exalting them. Like I’d waste my time/money on ya.
I bring up the quote from them saying that I did all this and ask them to quit pinging me.
Yeah, I could’ve been nicer, but at this point I’m just really done with this conversation and don’t have the patience for it. After this, I get three pings in a row saying that pings don’t hurt me and I need to get over it and they’re gonna ping me all they like, so I replied naturally.
(Cornpops joke because they’re upset over their dragon being named Cornpops.)
They continue whining to others in their thread for a bit while maintaining that I’m the big bad wolf even though I didn’t buy their dumb dragons.
At this point, I take a stroll through their lair and notice a lovely orca/mulberry/periwinkle RB who I buy and name “LUCKYCHARMS”. Not out of spite, actually, I’m going to keep her and breed fodder w/ her. Think I’ll name her mate “COCOAPUFFS”.
They obviously notice as they go absolutely batshit. The following images just speak for themselves.
Comments left on my userpage:
So, in the end, like 3 different threads of theirs got deleted for being obviously rude and harassing others (all on the topic of “WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO FIND WHO EXALTS OUR DRAGONS”) but you know what? I’m feeling pretty lucky.
Pryce and Carter's Deep Space Survival Procedure and Protocol Manual #936:
Never doubt who you are and be confident in yourself. If you waiver, hesitate for a moment then know: The star can sense weakness.
Summary: Very carefully and skillfully, you have been stealing from the Saviors for over a month now. Until one day you allow your ego to get the best of you and you challenge Negan to try and catch you, himself. Prompt: I had one of the Hide and Seek prompts! I decided to put a twist on it and incorporate more of a cat and mouse type of game. Word Count: 4,265 Pairing: Negan/Female Reader Chapter: One-Shot Warning: NSFW, Smut, Language Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took so long to complete! Thank you Ash for extending the deadline. Congrats on 2,000 followers! I’m not sure if I’m 100% happy with this but I hope you enjoy! Tags: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash@negans-network
“God-fucking damnit!” You heard the loud, thunderous voice of the Saviors leader, Negan, roar out into the woods. “Someone better catch that little fucking thief, TODAY!”
Laughing to yourself, you hurried through the woods, maneuvering your way through the series of trees.
A/N: Happy Halloween! I hope you all have enjoyed Spoopy Week! There may be one or two more Halloween imagines up today, but still it is sadly the end of Spoopy Week! Love you all!
“My Halloween party is going to be great! You coming, (Y/N)?” Alex asked, his face covered with a wide grin.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world! Who’s going?” You asked, smiling just as brightly as he was.
“I invited pretty much everyone we know.” Alex said.
“Even Eliza?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.
“Oh, shut up!” Alex yelled, his face turning a bright red.
“Don’t be embarrassed, you two are cute together.” You said, causing Alex’s face to grow an even brighter red.
“Stop!” Alex covered his face with his hands.
“Hey, Hamilton!” You stopped your teasing to see Jefferson approaching the two of you.
“What do you want, Jefferson?” Alex growled, glaring at the puffy haired man.
“Just wanted to ask you something about your Halloween party tonight. Is it a costume party?” He asked, shifting his eyes every so often to look at you.
“Yes, it is and you better be wearing a good costume.” Alex said, rolling his eyes. “What a stupid question. Why wouldn’t a Halloween party be a costume party?”
“Wait! You invited Jefferson?” You asked in horror.
“I said that I invited everyone we knew.” Alex shrugged.
“I didn’t think that included him!” You exclaimed, pointing at Jefferson.
“I’m still standing here.” Jefferson said, watching in distaste at the exchange between you and Alexander.
“I noticed.” You rolled your eyes.
“Chill, (Y/N). I invited him to show him that I throw the best parties and that he could never out do me.” Alex smirked at Jefferson.
“I never throw parties.” Jefferson said, raising an eyebrow at Alex.
“Exactly.” Alex nodded his head, looking very proud of himself.
“Don’t you have a meeting right now?” You asked Alex, looking down at your watch.
“Damn it! Thank for reminding me. See you tonight!” Alex called over his shoulder, beginning to sprint down the street.
“So, what are you dressing up as tonight?” Jefferson asked, his eyes still on Alex’s retreating figure.
“Why do you want to know?” You asked, ready to defend yourself.
“Just curious.” He shrugged, turning to face you.
“I’m not sure yet, I’m not as lucky as you.” You said, watching Jefferson’s face contort in confusion.
“What do you mean?” He asked, his head tilting slightly.
“You don’t need to buy a costume. Your horrible personality is terrifying enough.” You shook your head sadly.
“Wow, (Y/N). That was low.” Jefferson glared at you.
“Yeah, I know. See you tonight, Jefferson.” You turned and began walking away. Jefferson’s eyes not straying from your back until you turned a corner.
You arrived at Alex’s house when the party was already in full swing. You were only a half hour late, yet it looked as if everybody had already arrived. You smiled at those you knew, as you pushed your way through the house.
“(Y/N)!” You heard a girl scream from across the living room.
“Eliza!” You squealed, racing into the girls open arms. “You look adorable.”
You grinned at Eliza’s costume. She was dressed as Sandy Dee from Grease and from where you were standing, it looked like Alex had dressed up as Danny Zuko.
“Oh, thank you! I didn’t think Alex would actually be okay with dressing up as Danny Zuko.” She blushed, glancing over at Alex. “But, I love your costume! You’re actually matching someone that already came.”
“I am?” You looked down at your costume. “Someone dressed up as an old lady?”
You were dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. You couldn’t think of a single costume that would match this. An old lady? A lumberjack?
“No silly, he’s dressed as the Big Bad Wolf.” She grinned, winking at you. “Maybe the two of you could hook up tonight.”
“Hm, maybe. That does sound a bit kinky though.” You smirked, winking back at her.
“Oh my God, speaking of the devil. Good luck.” She hugged you again, quickly walking to Alexander’s side.
“Looks like we’re matching.” You turned, your face inches apart from the man dressed as the wolf.
“It would seem so.” You said, studying the man in front of you. He seemed distinctly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Would it be rude of me to hope you didn’t bring a date to this party?” He asked, smiling at you.
“Why would you not want me to bring a date?” You laughed, raising a brow at the strange question.
“Because I was hoping that I could spend the majority of the night with you.” He laughed with you.
“I would enjoy that very much. Want to go get a drink with me?” You motioned to the kitchen.
“It would be my pleasure.” He held out an arm for you to loop yours through.
The two of you got shot after shot. You never ran out of things to talk about, and agreed on many topics. That didn’t mean that you disagreed on some things, but even then he was able to be very respectful of your opinion and try to see it from your perspective.
Talking to him seemed like one of the easiest things you’ve ever done. As the night was drawing to a close, you grew sad. You didn’t know if you would ever see him again. You hadn’t even learned his name yet!
“I like you a lot, wolfy.” You smiled, leaning slightly on him.
“I like you too, red.” He kissed the top of your head lightly.
“I’ve honestly never felt like this with someone before. Is that weird of me to say?” You looked up at him, slightly nervous to hear his response.
“Not at all, I feel the exact same way. I’ve never been able to connect with someone this easily.” He intertwined his fingers with yours.
“I don’t want this night to end.” You sighed, watching people say their goodbyes.
“It doesn’t have to end. Would you like to come home with the Big Bad Wolf?” He smirked.
“I would love too.” You smirked back at him, the two of you walking hand in hand past a very shocked Alexander. “What’s his deal?”
“I have no idea.” You could see Eliza having to hold back Alexander from running straight at you. The look of horror on his face was unforgettable.
You slowly woke up, the sun blinding your eyes. The sun never shined in your room like this. You shifted slightly in the bed, the sheets feeling softer than normal. You shrugged it off, nuzzling your face deeper into the pillow, only to feel it vibrate with a laugh.
“Well, good morning to you too.” A deep voice rumbled in your ear.
You shot up in shock, looking around at your surroundings. This was most definitely not your room. You heard another chuckle from behind you. You slowly turned around, to be face to face with Jefferson.
“Jefferson?” You asked, your eyes widening.
“Hi.” He smiled at you. The surprising thing was, it was a genuine smile, not one of his smug smirks.
“How did we end up here?” You asked, fidgeting with your untamed hair. Unconsciously trying to get out the knots.
“You wanted to go home with me. Will you stop messing with your hair? Trust me you look beautiful.” He reached out and grabbed your hands gently.
“You’re the wolf?” You looked down at how easily the two of your hands had intertwined so easily.
“I thought you knew that…” Thomas started to trail off, you could see pain flash through his eyes.
“Um, no. Did you know it was me?” You asked, beginning to slowly play with his fingers.
“Yeah, I knew it was you when I came and approached you.” He watched with a small smile as you played with his hands.
“So we…” You trailed off, beginning to stare at his shirtless chest.
You don’t know how you hadn’t noticed that before. To say the least, it was very distracting.
“Yup…” He stared at you sadly. “I’m sorry to have put you in this position, (Y/N). I just assumed that you knew it was me and I hoped…”
“You hoped what?” You asked, looking at the bed. It was too hard to look him in the eyes.
“I hoped that you liked me as much as I liked you.” He sighed, slowly peeling his hands away from yours.
“What if I did like you back?” You asked, slowly bringing your eyes to meet his.
“What did you say?” He asked, perking up slowly.
“If I liked you back, what would we do? Cause my best friend hates you. Not to mention, that we constantly argue. I’m not sure if this would even work out, but what if I did like you?” Thomas slowly inched towards you, his face becoming inches from yours.
“Then I say, what the hell? I like you, you like me. This may not be love, but if it is, isn’t it said that it’s able to defy anything?” You could feel his warm breath on your face as he spoke.
“Then, I like you. I like you a lot, Thomas.” You smiled, shifting your eyes from his, to his lips.
“Good, because I’ve liked you for way too long now.” He grinned, slowly closing the distance between you.
In a post-apocalyptic world not so far away, where wolves and humans are at war and no place is safe, Stiles Stilinski, orphan and the last emissary of Beacon Hills, lives as a ward to the self-proclaimed king, Gerard Argent.
From a very young age Stiles, such a priced possession as he was, has been guarded and sheltered from every and anything that could by chance do him harm and the woods that dragged on for miles before the castle were the most forbidden of it all.
“The woods are a dangerous place, Stiles,” the King had always said and Stiles, despite his insatiable curiosity, had always listened.
That is until the day he overhears talks of his long-dead father, John Stilinski, and how very much alive he is after all, living deep within the woods in a cottage, surrounded by menacing trees and big, bad wolves with paws so large and teeth so big they could swallow a man whole.
That night, Stiles sets out on a journey through the woods in search of his father, with only his mother’s red cape as a shield and a strange wolf that seems to guard him and his life every step of the way and doesn’t seem monstrous at all.