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five-rivers · 3 months ago

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Tuck's Labyrinth

[Phic Phight Phill Phor @mistythefifth!]

Tucker was a lot of things. A genius. A first-rate bachelor. A carnivore. A snack. A geek. Unbelievably handsome. An Esperantist. God’s gift to women (and men of good taste). A gamer. Cool beyond cool. A hacker. Eminently eligible. A ghost hunter. Drop-dead gorgeous. A hobbyist archer. A magnet for Cupid’s arrows. The reincarnation of an ancient and possibly evil pharaoh. Bootylicious. The best friend of the personification of memento mori and also Danny Fenton. And, most importantly, too fine.

He was not, however, in any way equipped to deal with this.

“It's so obvious,” said Wes. “If you'd just open your eyes–”

“You're the one who needs to open his eyes. Or at least get checked for colorblindness.”

“Do you hear yourself? If even you think it's reasonable to mix up Fenton and Phantom just by swapping colors–”

“Uh, one, it isn't, and, two, I was talking about coming to school wearing… that.”

Paulina pointed a manicured fingernail in the direction of Wes's clothing, which was, in her defense, a particularly eye-searing combination of flannel plaid jacket, striped t-shirt, novelty camouflage pants, and bright orange boots. Even Tucker didn't dress like that. Regularly. Wes hunched in on himself.

“It's laundry day,” he said.

“Your mama's washing your shoes too, huh?”

“Shut up,” said Wes. “I don't need to take this from a necrophiliac.”

“You–!”

Tucker couldn't take much more of this. “You guys do know that there's an actual evil ghost in here somewhere? You know, the one who turned the school into a maze and trapped us in it?”

“I don't know what you're worried about,” said Wes, “Fenton's not going to leave you here.”

Paulina scoffed. “Fenton's hiding in a closet somewhere. Mi amor, Phantom, on the other hand, will beat up that nasty ghost and sweep me off my feet at any moment. You can thank me now.”

Tucker loved Danny like a brother, but these guys had way too much faith in a guy who'd once lost a fight with a grocery bag. (Long story.)

“That's great,” said Tucker. “But may I remind you: giant maze.”

Wes rolled his eyes. “Mazes are easy. You just have to make all right turns. You can stop the performance already.”

“My what?”

“You know, hyping up your lying friend. Being a ghost doesn't make him cool.”

“Nothing could make any of you cool,” said Paulina, “but Mr. Delusional is right. Mazes are easy.”

“You're calling me delusional, when you're–?!”

“Okay, okay,” said Tucker. “So, three things. One, the right hand turns thing is only good for getting out of a maze, not for finding people in it. Two, it only works if you start with a wall that connects with the outside. And, most importantly, for it to work, you have to actually be doing it.”

Tucker was definitely channeling Danny, or maybe Sam, but there was such a thing as being too laid back.

“Well, we're not stopping you,” said Paulina, examining her fingernails. “Go run off and do whatever. I'll tell Phantom when he comes to rescue me. Probably.”

“Hey, wait, no, Fenton's coming for him–”

Yeah, Tucker wished he could leave. But these two had no ghost fighting experience, would throw themselves at a ghost if they thought it would get Danny's attention, and would throw themselves at each other if Tucker wasn’t here. Heck, they were doing it with him here.

Sam probably would have left, which meant that he was channeling Danny.

This was terrible. How did Danny do this?

“Look,” said Tucker, interrupting the argument. “Even if you think that we’re going to be rescued, we don’t know when and we don’t know if there are other ghosts around who could attack us. We need some kind of a plan.”

Paulina and Wes stared at him.

“Other than just waiting to be rescued,” clarified Tucker. He waved at the ‘room’ around them. “We aren’t even somewhere we can barricade, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t see a drinking fountain or a bathroom anywhere.” They were, in fact, in a fairly featureless stretch of hallway, complete with lockers, slightly-cracked linoleum, and buzzing fluorescent lights. The locker numbers were non-sequential and had three more digits than the highest-numbered real lockers at the school.

“I never go to the bathroom at school,” said Wes. “That’s where they get you.”

“Dude,” said Tucker. “Like, how? Do you not drink or what?”

“I don’t drink at school. If I did, I’d have to use the bathroom.”

“No wonder you’re so crazy,” said Paulina. “I’d say that you should just go to the bathroom with your friends, like a normal person, but you don’t have any of those.”

“I do too!”

“Yeah? Who?” asked Paulina.

Tucker listened, too. And took out his PDA. This would be good data for his all-school relationship map.

(Hey, it was an important multi-function tool. How was he supposed to know who to ask out without it? Or who to blackmail with what if someone more credible than Wes Weston found out Danny’s secret?)

“I’m not going to tell you. You’ll just say that they aren’t real.”

Ooh. That was just sad. Tucker put his PDA away.

“Well, now I am,” said Paulina.

There was a sudden, startling chime from the PA system. Tucker looked around, trying to find the speaker.

“Hi, so, first off, don’t panic,” said Danny’s voice.

That… was maybe not the best way for Danny to start. Jeez.

“Oh! Oh! It’s Phantom!” said Paulina, bouncing distractingly.

“It’s Fenton,” said Wes, “and it’s about time.”

“And, secondly, no, I haven’t found the office. I’m possessing the PA system. And, no, I can’t hear you, unless you find one of the PA buttons and–”

There were a series of beeps, followed by shouting, followed by a screech of feedback.

“--ough of that!” said Danny, getting control of the system again. “So, if you can get to a button, I can hear you, but I can’t teleport you out, so that’s kind of pointless. Unless you’re being attacked or something. Which could be happening. This guy named himself Daedalmouse, which sort of implies the existence of a Mousotaur, and I’ve been fighting a lot of ghost rats trying to find him. I’m pretty sure that finding him and beating him up will undo the whole labyrinth thing, but I don’t know how long it will take – yes, I know about the right hand wall trick, but that only works for getting out of mazes that are, you know, following the laws of physics, and not finding crazy ghosts that aren’t following the laws of physics. I’ll try to check in by possessing the speakers every couple of hours, but in the meantime, hang tight, find places with water, all that survivalist stuff. If you find a way out, go for it, but no Icarus stuff. Icarus,” mumbled Danny, sounding distracted. “Icarus. Icar-mouse?” The PDA system chimed again, and then fell silent.

Except for everyone mashing the buttons, but that was just unintelligible noise and didn’t count.

“The ghost is named Deadmau5?” asked Paulina. “What a rip off.”

“He said Daedalmouse. Like Daedalus? From Greek mythology? Ringing any bells?” asked Wes.

“Whatever,” said Paulina. “I bet you don’t even know who Deadmau5 is.”

Tucker breathed in slowly through his nose. “Let’s at least find one of the call buttons so that we can, you know, call for help? Hello? Wes? Paulina?” Tucker sighed and adjusted his glasses. “Or so that we can call Phantom when he gets on next?”

“Please, like you need the announcement system to call your best frie–”

“Yes, and then once Phantom knows where I am, he will come and rescue me,” said Paulina, skipping down the hallway.

“Sure,” said Tucker. He started walking. He didn’t want Paulina to get too far ahead. “Are you coming, Wes?”

“You could just call him,” said Wes. “On your phone.”

As a point of fact, Tucker had already tried that. It didn’t work. “I don’t have Phantom’s number, Wes.”

“I hate you so much. All of you.”

“I know, Wes.”

“Oh! Look at that!” said Paulina, pointing around the corner.

Tucker ran forward - well, jogged, they’d been walking for a while, vainly searching for a classroom door - thinking she’d seen a ghost. She hadn’t.

They all looked at the vending machine, hungrily.

Paulina ran forward and punched in a number on the vending machine keypad, then stopped and turned back to Tucker and Wes.

“Do, like, either of you have any money?”

“Aren’t you rich or something?” asked Wes.

“Which is how you know I’ll pay you back,” said Paulina. She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I can’t believe that the one time I leave my purse in my locker during school, this happens.”

“Is it still school property if it’s in a nightmare ghost maze?” asked Tucker, because there was jerky in there, and his ultra-predator instincts needed fuel, darn it. “We can always say the ghost broke it.”

“Okay, but, like, how?” asked Paulina. “I’m not breaking my nails on this thing.”

“Just move,” said Tucker, pulling out his PDA and nudging Paulina to the side. He probably had some dongle or other that would connect to the vending machine. Not this one… Not that one… There, he could slide that into the card reader and then just run the program. He hadn’t tested this before, so he had no idea if it would–

Tucker didn’t have Danny’s ghost sense, but after over a year of ghost hunting, he’d picked up a few things. Like when a ghost was about to cream him. Unfortunately, he still didn’t have much of a skill set when it came to what to do when he noticed a ghost was about to cream him. He looked over his shoulder.

Yep. That was a giant ghost rat, all right.

He dropped his PDA, then threw himself to the floor as the rat jumped straight at his head. It hit the vending machine, sending it crashing to the floor. Paulina screamed and ducked around the corner. Wes stared, frozen.

Tucker shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled out his lipstick laser. He spun the top and started firing. The rat yelped. He loved this thing so much.

But giant ghost rats had thicker skin than the typical animal ghost, because it jumped on Tucker, knocking the laser out of his hands. He and the rat rolled around, wrestling.

Man, all this scene needed was some fire, and then it’d be straight out of that one mov–

Paulina came screaming back around the corner, carrying a large cork board over her head. It was covered in motivational posters with slogans like ‘If someone tells you that you cannot become immortal, they are liars,’ ‘Doesn’t it make sense that a lot of witch hunts are witch hunts because it’s your birthday?’ and ‘If we all work together we can make the north pole collapse under its own weight.’

She slammed the board down on the rat’s head and it sort of staggered off Tucker, twitching. It was a good thing it was too stupid to go intangible. Paulina had used enough force that Tucker would have some broken ribs if the rat was smart.

But the rat’s disorientation was momentary. It turned back to Paulina and Tucker, teeth bared. Which was when Wes started shooting the rat with the lipstick laser. The rat yelped and twisted to face him, levitating up into the air, which in turn gave Tucker enough time to roll to his feet and activate his wrist ray.

He didn’t like the wrist rays as much as the lipstick laser, they were harder for him to aim, but at this range, that hardly mattered. After being hit a few dozen times, the rat ran away, squeaking.

“Thanks,” said Tucker. “That was– Thanks. Can I have that back?”

Wes, pale faced, handed the lipstick laser back to Tucker like it was a loaded gun… Which wasn’t exactly inaccurate…

“That was so gross,” said Paulina, holding her hands out in front of her as if they were contaminated. Tucker didn’t know what her problem was, she hadn’t even touched the rat.

“Yeah,” agreed Wes, who hadn’t even been near the rat, breathlessly. He was getting some of his color back, though, so that was good. Tucker never knew what to do when people passed out. Unless those people were Danny, in which case what to do usually involved evacuation, ghost first aid, and deciding how many days to tell Danny he’d been out for when he woke up.

“Could’ve been worse,” said Tucker. “Luckily, you had me. Tucker Foley, too fine.”

Paulina and Wes stared at him, lips starting to curl. Tough crowd.

How did Danny do this?

Tucker shrugged, discarding the thought, and walked over to the vending machine. He rescued his PDA - the reinforcement upgrades were really paying off! - kicked the machine to shake off some of the broken glass, and reached in to pull out a packet of jerky. It had his name on it. Metaphorically speaking.

“Are you really going to eat that?” asked Wes. “That thing was all over you.”

“Well, yeah,” said Tucker, peeling open the packet. “But it was dead, so…”

“It could have the plague,” said Wes.

“Then I’m already dead,” said Tucker. “Since it was all over me and all. Ooh, this type has cheese in it.” He took a bite and the walls shimmered. The next thing Tucker knew, he was standing on the front lawn of the school, along with the rest of the student body.

“We’re out?” asked Wes.

“Phantom saved us,” said Paulina, clasping her hands together, her previous disgust forgotten. “I knew he would. Next time, I’ll have to give him a hero’s reward. Fate is so cruel, to keep us apart.”

Wes scoffed. “He literally sits two rows behind you in almost every class you have.”

Tucker took a deep breath, anticipating the argument, then turned and walked away. They were out of the maze. It wasn’t his problem anymore. He could enjoy his jerky.

High overhead, Tucker heard Danny scream. “It was about the ‘mice’ finding the cheese in your stupid maze? Why the heck are you Ancient Greek themed if you’re just a mad scientist?!”

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2025

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cipheramnesia · 9 months ago

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What Your Horror Franchise Crush Says About You:

Jason Voorhees: Unabashed thick boy appreciator, you like em curvy and savor the finer himbos in life. Your man did nothing wrong and you can fix him (positive). Disabilities advocate.

Michael Meyers: Someone has to appreciate a generic white boy and that's you. No shame in being indecisive, but everyone thinks you have terrible taste in men, except for like three close friends who your guy helped out in a pinch, no questions asked.

Freddy Krueger: Fan of the bad boys, but red / green flag colorblind. You use the phrase "sad wet rat of a man" often and as a high compliment. You man did everything wrong and you can fix him (wrong).

Chucky (aka Charles Lee Ray): Found family maniac above and beyond anyone else you know, specializing in daddy issues. You have trouble parsing sarcasm and are some kind of flavor of alphabet soup rainbow colored queer.

Ghostface (Scream): Catboy aficionado who always bets on the loser. Your man did everything wrong and you can make him worse. Your struggles are endless but you stay silly.

Xenomorph (Alien/Aliens): Transgender monsterfucker identified.

Yautja (Predator/Predator 2/Prey): Cisgender monsterfucker identified.

Maniac Cop: You've watched way too many horror movies, or you're a devoted Bruce Campbell completionist. You can't explain to anyone what you like anymore, you used to but you're afraid you've forgotten how. Take a break.

Angela Baker (Sleepaway Camp 2/3): You did it, you found the sole, consistent girl slasher in the horror franchise lineup. I guess someone just has to be different and special all the time. Now learn to stop trying to be a white knight and let a girl live her best life.

Art the Clown: You are the edgiest motherfucking clownfucker and will tell anyone about it unprompted, but cannot tell "I do not know why you told me this" from "I am upset about this." Calm down but don't lose that weirdness. Ride or die friend for life.

Pinhead (Hellraiser 1/2/2022): Searching for the elusive big titty goth boy friend. You are either the person who has trust fund money and uses it to wear expensive goth clothes and get all the tattoos but listens to Taylor Swift and has vanilla cis straight sex only, or you have no money and the hardest kinks on the books that you never talk about. No in between.

#horror movies

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writingwithcolor · 2 years ago

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Wouldn’t my writing be worse off if I forced in elements like diversity?

If you are asking this question, you have yet to challenge the “default” of your culture’s media. Consider that the majority of modern Western media fill their casts with white men, and when there are women or POC, they stick out conspicuously. Many people view adding diversity as tweaking some white man characters by toggling race or gender. But this assumes that “white man” is some default, standard character template.

If you feel pressured to include diversity in your writing, distance yourself from this pressure and ask yourself why you feel it. If you feel attacked when seeing campaigns for more diversity or criticism of all-white, uninclusive media, sit with the discomfort and ask yourself why those who are different from you say they need diverse media.

These are people whose voices and faces are rarely visible in entertainment. Despite this, they enjoy an adventure as much as anyone, and have become accustomed to projecting onto white characters. Yet, when the reverse is asked of white audiences to acknowledge protagonists of color, it becomes a difficult ask. These character choices are immediately questioned, discredited, fought against, and accused of being “woke” or “unrelatable.”

This resistance reflects a larger issue: the imbalance between audiences’ empathy towards the majority/“default” and empathy towards those perceived as Other.

By mostly reading about white people, they become easier to relate to. By the same token, if we are not reading media and histories from the perspective of POC, we end up with more people who literally fail to relate to POC. When we talk about hope-deficits, increased alienation and lower self-worth among marginalized populations, underrepresentation in media is a big factor. Imagine for a moment: never the beautiful princess in the tower, never the badass hero riding dragons; always the two-second sidekick.

People of color are people and want to be seen and treated as such. Not as a burden to devote your time to, but people who have a place in the world, fictional or no. Really, writing a world in your story that is all or mostly white is more unrealistic, more forced—after all, there are far more non-white people on Earth. Becoming comfortable with diversity requires unlearning White as the Default and POC as the Other. It takes setting aside feelings of pressure to emphasize, open your heart and listen.

Further Reading:

“Diversity has gone too far!”

Diversity is for everyone.

Children and the Myth of Colorblind Youth

Those who read about aliens learn to emphasize with aliens. Those who read about wizards empathize with wizards.

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This Q&A is an excerpt from our General FAQ for Newcomers, which can be found in our new Masterpost of rules and FAQs. If you liked this post, we have more recommended reading there!

-Writing With Color

#writing with color #writeblr #representation #poc representation #representation matters #diversity #diverse books #writing advice #writing tips #writers on tumblr #faq

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lethalchiralium · 6 months ago

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i’m done being nice. WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE SOULMATE AUS. WHERE ARE THEY. (2 of 4)

the one where price has been colorblind his whole life - it wasn’t a factor to take him away from the military, so he went! and he spent more than twenty of his adult years in black and white. he was fine with it, ignoring alex talking about color like it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. he can get over it, he has gotten over it.

he’s getting older, civilian life never appealed to him. he has a house, a good enough savings account, he could retire right now and live the rest of his life in the monochromatic filter he always has. yet… he has an itch.

it started when he was a lad at school. the mandatory lessons about love and soulmates, one he ignored in favor of tic-tac-toe with a friend. he had heard about two of his classmates talk about color, they could see color after they barely even tapped each other. what did that mean? where they tied for life? the adults chirped and cheered, applauding the seven year olds as if they invented a cure for cancer. childhood love is common, but finding your soulmate was rare. in that nine square game, john lost and blamed it on love.

the itch couldn’t be satisfied by drinking, he found when he was older. couldn’t be eased by the feeling of another body under his, couldn’t be erased by faking love to a woman he barely knew. he was just lucky she didn’t bleed him dry in the divorce. love wasn’t real, he concluded, and went on with his life.

as a captain, he’s sure in his beliefs. his ways. steadfast and strong, nothing could turn his stone-like gaze. he is a leader, a fighter, a soldier, he is a man with only one purpose - to serve. he would rather die than escape his black and white reality.

except, when he was caught off guard by the mafia the task force was tracking. kidnapped and strapped to a chair in the middle of a torture chamber, you didn’t even look intimidating in your pressed suit - you just looked psychotic. he didn’t flinch when your knife dragged across his lips.

but he was terrified when your hand cupped his cheek and his whole world flooded with beautiful hues and shades.

#i am delusional at all times but that man. would. be. MINE.#lethalchiralium #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #captain price #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #call of duty #lethal chiralium

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dyns33 · 11 months ago

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Deadpool : "So, everyone, meet my new friend and new awesome roommate, Logan. Wolvie love, the Team Red."

Wolverine : "Hi."

Spiderman : "… Am I going to have to say it ?"

Daredevil : "That Wolverine is dead and that's impossible ? Wade called us right after he beat that Cassandra to tell us that he's now Marvel Jesus and about the multiverse, as if he could blaspheme all he wants by repeating things we already know."

Deadpoo l: "Ha ha. Sorry to think you don't listen when I talk, Matty boy, but glad to hear you drink up my words at the end."

Daredevil : "That doesn't mean I believe you, but you were right about Miguel, and I talked to Strange too."

Spiderman : "No, I mean. Wade, you were against Mr. Spector and Mr. Castle teaming up with us, but the yellow suit is okay ?"

Deadpool : "Oh that ! Matty had a red and yellow period, I decided to be tolerant, we're Team Red because we color the streets with blood without killing, and we're super caliente."

Daredevil : "His suit's yellow ?"

Wolverine : "The red ant is colorblind ?"

Daredevil : "The Devil ! And… Let's say yes. Why do you smell like wet dog ?"

Deadpool : "I'll say it's because of Dogpool, but let's blame Logan."

Spiderman : "… You have a dog ?! A Dogpool ?! I can see it ?!"

#team red #spiderman #deadpool #daredevil #wolverine #tiny spoilers

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thoughtdaughterdisease · 3 months ago

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tw: su!cide, death of a loved one, general pain and I apologize because this made me cry and I'm low-key the one who wrote it

NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN

wc: 1.2k

widow!Simon that mourns you every day. His wife, his heart, his everything. He barely pulls himself out of his cot every morning to go to drills or on a mission.

widow!Simon who used to be happy. Or, as close as he could've ever been to getting everything he wanted. now, he's just... dark. It's as if the entire world has turned gray. Like you were the color in the world, and now that you're gone, he's colorblind. His color, his world, his heart.

widow!Simon that doesn't eat, barely sleeps. The only time he really gets any rest is when he gets hurt, or when he's blackout drunk; which he is most of the time since you died.

widow!Simon who's only memorabilia left of you is a stupid polaroid photo and the chain he keeps around his neck with your engagement and wedding rings. Some days, the chain occupancies his too, when the sight of it on his finger gets too much to bare, knowing that you don't have your matching one. That you will never have it again.

When they asked him if you wanted to be buried with your rings on, he went to say yes. To have you bare his wedding band for eternity. But, he knew, he knew, that you would want him to keep them, to keep you. Right on his heart, forever.

If the chain ever broke, he wouldn't stop until he found where the rings went, and when he got them back, he'd buy a new chain. And without having it on, he feels as though he's betray you, your memory.

After spending the night in a 4x8 tent in the middle of the desert, Soap notices the chain. Soap asks about it, why he never takes it off, why he never shows what on the end of it. Simon just looks Soap in the eyes, an indecipherable emotion on his face, and he just blinks, before turning back to the rifle he's cleaning.

Soap never mentions it again.

Simon doesn't stop thinking about it all night as Soap snores next to him and hogs the fucking blankets.

The next day, he's running on autopilot, he's talking and fighting. He's giving Soap directions over comms but none of it really means anything to him.

"Man after my own heart." Simon comments over the coms to Soap. This is the closest he will ever get to joking these days. He doesn't even mean any of it. He just needs to seem... okay.

"You have a heart?" Soap fires back.

SImon pauses, no, not anymore.

"A cold one." like her now, I guess.

widow!Simon that goes back to his barracks after that mission and just, loses it. He's screaming, crying. He's pretty sure he threw up at one point. Right before he blacks out in the corner of his barren room.

Soap finds him later. Knocks on his door, no answer. Knocks again, no answer. This isn't normal at all. He has never ever waited this long for LT to answer the door. Simon was predictable that way.

Soap goes to check if the doors locked and, it's just, not?

Okay, so something is really wrong. Please don't be dead, please don't be dead.

Soap slowly swings the door open. At first he doesn't see anything. His hand smacks into the wall, trying to find the light switch. Once he finally finds it, his heart drops at the sight in front of him.

widow!Simon who Soap finds curled up in the corner, his knees hugged to his chest. Soap has never seen him look so... weak. Soap always thought that Simon was higher than life.

But, on closer inspection, the Irish man sees what looks like a Polaroid photo, with a necklace laying on top of it: the necklace. He finally realizes that it's not just a chain, not even one with a generic pendant of some kind. He always thought that maybe it was a cross on the end, even though he knows that Simon has never claimed to be religious. That was his father's thing, not his.

In the middle of the chain, sits a thin metal ring and a matching engagement ring. The diamond on it isn't a traditional one, but a sapphire, not giant, but modest. Soap doesn't know why but it seems like it matches Simon as a person.

Soap quietly stalks over to Simon, unmoving and unresponsive, and bends down at his side. He fingers the rings before gently grabbing one of Simon's hands and feeding the chain between his fingers so he wouldn't lose it.

Then he moves on to the flipped over polaroid, and picks it up off the ground, turning it over in his hands to inspect it.

The photo is of a beautiful woman, silky hair falling over her face. A light blush dusting her cheeks, freckles scattered over the bridge of her nose. She's wearing a necklace, with a small heart pendant next to a skull. One arm is wrapped the neck of a youthful looking Simon. Your faces pressed together, your looking at the camera, eyes half lidded. But, Simon. Simon is looking at you, like you're the only thing he's ever seen.

He was looking at you in a way Soap would imagine someone with a vitamin D deficiency would look at the sun. With need. Like you're the key to his survival.

Soap sighs, he knew Simon was hiding something. He knew he has something else in his past besides the horrors that his father committed. He just didn't think it was... this. Soap gently puts the Polaroid down on Simon's pitiful cot, takes one last glance at sleeping Simon on the floor and leaves the room and Simon's demon alone to simmer.

And eventually, Simon will get tired of the constant battle for his sanity. And just as he really starts to give up, Soap will die. And Simon will decide he should follow his heart, his love, his wife, and his best friend.

John Price will find him, at 7 in the morning. Golden rays streaming in through the windows of the master bedroom that you and Simon shared. IN the house he's being paying someone to take care of. He looked so... peaceful, for once. Laying there, surrounded by memories of you. Photographs, cassette tapes, the Polaroid, both of your rings connected by a chain, a teddy bear, a necklace with a heart and skull pendant.

John couldn't be upset. To see Simon, laying in your bed, surrounded by you. With a gun in the hand of the arm hanging off the side of the bed. A dark red stain creates a halo around Simon's head. Of course, it would be just like Simon to go out with a Bang.

He was like an angel at the dawning of the world.

Flowers will grow from my rotting body and I am in them. This is eternity.

#widow!Simon riley #Simon riley #Simon riley x reader #soap mactavish #soap #Simon riley fanfic

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redsrooftopprincess · 9 months ago

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Hi! How are you? Hope you are doing well! I didn’t see any mention of you ask box is open or not so take your time to answer this! ♥️

Id like to ask for a scenario or Headcanon with the tmnt boys x reader about a situation that happened to me recently, I was venting about work with a friend and she out of the blue just “can I take a picture of you? You look so pretty right now” and proceeded to tell me she felt like she was living the “bla bla bla place name, back story stuff” meme? (If you are not aware it’s basically a meme where someone is going on a full rant and the other can only see them through being pretty and ethereal, even when talking about something super serious 😂) I busted out laughing when she mentioned, I thought about the boys going through the same would be super funny, Maybe their crush doing mundane things and they are literally heartened for it?

If it’s too complicated to do allllllll of them I’d like ask for this to be a donnie scenario then 🫶 I know you are a ralphie girlie (which I adore your stuff for him like it’s so good??? Seriously I’m eating it up your recent posts) but if you feel comfy doing it all or just Donnie it will be more than welcomed!

thank you and hope you have a good day!

I'm unfamiliar with the meme, but I think it's from the LEGO movie? Anyway, I hope this is okay. 😂

Distraction

Donnie x reader

No warnings, just fluff

It didn't take much, and it was so damn frustrating. Especially while he was working.

Donnie restarted the sequence again from the beginning. He needed to get these disks calibrated before the next time they tangled with the foot, but for SOME reason YOU exist, and your soul purpose in life is to torture him.

A scent, a sound, the smallest indication of your existence pulls ALL his focus.

Right now, you're in the living room watching a movie with Mike and Raph, and Donnie just has this *last thing* to finish before he can disengage and join you, but now you're laughing and he's lost count again.

He sighs, ripping his glasses from his face and rubbing his eyes. Replacing his glasses, he glares at the lab's door. He knows he should close it, of course he should close it, closing it is the only way he's going to get anything done.

But the door was in view of the couch and you'd think that was rude, right? He didn't want to be rude...

No. You'd get it. Especially if he could finish up quickly and join you for the rest of the movie. Okay, he was gonna close the door. He nods resolutely to himself before scowling.

An IQ of 187 and somehow you're constantly turning him into an idiot.

He sets down the disk he's working on and stands, walking over to the door. He hears you laugh again and makes the mistake of looking up at you.

Whatever movie you were watching forgotten, Mike and Raph are listening to you tell a story about something that happened at work this week.

It's inane, something about an argument in the break room over the new coffee machines, but the colorful fairy lights scattered about the lair have caught in your hair and eyes, and he is trapped in your spectrum.

It occurs to him that you can't see it. The depth of you. The reds and pinks in your skin when it flushes with laughter, the blue cableing of your veins beneath. Tetrachromacy is an advantage that he's not sure he ever fully appreciated until just now. And it breaks his heart.

There has to be a way to show you. There's light filtering technology that help people with colorblindness. It couldn't be that hard to retrofit a pair of those glasses to fit custom lenses. He'd need to examine your eyes specifically, of course, to ensure his measurements are correct, but he already has the glass grinding equipment, and people are constantly throwing away frames, and it takes him a moment to realize that the room has gone quiet.

He blinks and his eyes refocus to find the three of you staring at him, standing dumbly in the doorway, staring at you.

"You good bro?" Mikey asks.

"Yeah," he squeaks, before clearing his throat, "Yeah," he corrects, "I'm good. I'm just gonna, uh... finish up in here. I'll be out in a few."

You smile at him and he nearly trips over... the door? God, he's a mess. He closes it quickly before he can make an even bigger ass of himself.

He walks back over to his current project and sits back down. He stares blankly at the laptop and scattered pieces of tech for a few moments before sighing heavily and pushing everything aside.

He pulls out a notebook and starts sketching a pair of glasses.

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savannagonemad · 4 months ago

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at the end of the rainbow

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fluff ✨

se-mi x fem!reader

💫 soulmate au where everyone is colorblind until they meet their soulmate in-person 💫

wordcount: 1.9k

author's note: my first ever shot at writing a soulmate au! i really love this idea and i hope i did it justice. soulmate au ideas/requests are also on the table now so please send them my way if you have them!! ✨ also thank you lovelies for 250 total likes on my blog! it inspires me to keep writing! that's enough rambling, enjoy the story!! 💚💚

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you let out a sigh as you looked down at your computer. the dull, grey screen stared back at you.

you were unlucky. people usually met their soulmates early in their life, at schools or other places with large gatherings. it was an amazing thing to watch happen, and envied that the people around you could see color while you couldn't every time.

by now, you were well beyond the age when people usually met their soulmates. you were in college, and only 10% of people made it this far without their soulmate.

your heart hurt. what if your soulmate had died or lived overseas or something?

a notification ping from your computer pulled you out of your thoughts. it was a new message from your long-distance friend se-mi. you had met her online one day and the two of you really hit it off, and now you messaged every day. you clicked onto the message.

"hi y/n"

the typing indicator popped up for a moment before a new message came through.

"i'm bored, wanna call?"

it's not like you had anything better to do. you typed back a quick "sure" and soon enough, a call came through on your phone. you hit the join button.

"hiiii," se-mi's voice came through the speaker. you sat back in your chair and smiled, forgetting about your soulmate issues for now. for some strange reason, se-mi's voice always calmed you down.

"hey sem," you replied affectionately.

"guess what?" se-mi said almost instantly. something must have gotten her excited; she was usually much calmer than this.

"what's up?" you asked, curious.

you could almost feel her excitement through the phone. she didn't speak for a few moments to build the anticipation.

"i got accepted into your college!" she finally exclaimed. you paused, not sure that you heard correctly.

"...what?" you asked, your heart beginning to race. se-mi repeated what she said, and then dropped another bomb.

"i'm flying out there tomorrow!" se-mi said, causing a rush of excitement to hit you.

"sem! why didn't you tell me this earlier?!" you asked. you couldn't hide the smile on your face. you were finally going to see your friend after all this time!

"i wanted it to be a surprise~!" se-mi hummed. you could tell she was proud of herself for surprising you like this.

the two of you talked for a few more minutes. you agreed to meet at a local restaurant once she got into the area. you set a time together and talked about logistics for a little while longer until se-mi told you she had to go pack. you said your goodbyes and hung up.

it wasn't as good as finding your soulmate, but at least you'd get the chance to meet someone you were friends with.

you spent the rest of the day thinking about the upcoming meeting. you couldn't believe that the person you had known online for years was going to be attending your school! you had been a bit lonely lately so having a friend around like this would make things easier as well.

you turned on your phone and texted your mutual friend ji-yeong about it. ji-yeong went to the school already - in fact, you had met her there - but was quite busy since she was taking honors classes. the two of you barely had time to hang out due to scheduling issues. you introduced ji-yeong to se-mi online about a year ago and the two of them kept in on-and-off communication.

soon enough, ji-yeong's response came back.

"omg!!"

ji-yeong sent you about four hundred twenty-seven more identical texts. she had always been quick to become excited. you were going to text her back to ask her to stop nuking your phone when a new text came through, followed by three more.

"can i come with??"

"please"

you quickly texted back "yeah sure" just so she wouldn't use all your data. your plan backfired when she sent you eighty-five more texts celebrating that you'd let her come with.

you rolled your eyes and muted the conversation for an hour. hopefully she'd be done freaking out by then. you went back to your classwork, wanting to get everything done today so you could have tomorrow off. before you knew it, the day had passed, you had slept, and it was time to meet up with se-mi.

"ji-yeong, come on," you called out, knocking at her dorm door.

"one second! gosh," she replied, causing you to knock at the door harder. she had asked for "one second" half an hour ago.

finally, she came out, ready to go.

"took you long enough," you teased as the two of you began walking to the restaurant where you would meet up with your friend. your phone dinged before ji-yeong could reply. it was a text from se-mi.

"i'll be a bit late, traffic. start without me"

you texted back a simple "okay" and kept walking. you and ji-yeong caught up with each other as you walked, getting each other up to date. before you knew it, you had arrived at the restaurant. you and ji-yeong followed the server back to a table and placed your drink orders.

ji-yeong was rambling about something that you weren't paying too much attention to when an excited shriek rang out through the restaurant. you flinched and turned to see what happened.

two people had seen each other and were studying the world around them in awe, holding hands.

"hm, looks like they're soulmates," ji-yeong commented nonchalantly.

you remembered ji-yeong telling you she had seen tons of people find their soulmates at the school she went to before college, so the sight wasn't anything new to her.

you watched happily and enviously as the newly formed couple's world burst into color. you sighed, which ji-yeong noticed.

"don't get too disheartened. i haven't found mine yet either," ji-yeong said dismissively. she had taken the mentality of "if it happens it happens" which was a mindset you wished you could have.

"i just wonder what it's like," you said. ji-yeong tilted her head at you, prompting you to elaborate. "to see color, i mean."

"i figure it's a lot less grey," she joked. you grinned at that. somehow she knew exactly what to say.

the server came back, applauded the new couple for finding each other, then came to your table to take your order, dropping off your drinks. you and ji-yeong ordered your food and kept talking while you were periodically scanning for se-mi. apparently she had been caught in quite a lot of traffic.

the server brought back your food pretty quickly. you and ji-yeong began eating. after a few minutes, you sighed, looking down at your food. you reached for it to take another bite, but someone else's hand swooped in, stealing it from you.

"hey!" you complained, looking up to the perpetrator.

"you don't mind if i have this too, right?" se-mi's voice came from above. you looked up and saw that she had already eaten the food she just stole. she looked down at you, grinning.

you also saw something else. both you and se-mi froze, and you immediately forgot about the theft that just took place.

"sem, what is wrong with your eyes?" you asked, standing up to get a better view. her grey eyes were developing a brown shade.

"there's nothing wrong with my eyes? what's up with yours??" se-mi retorted, leaning in, blinking a few times. to her, your eyes were becoming a shade of lighter black.

ji-yeong gasped loudly and pressed a hand to her mouth as she figured out what was happening. she whipped out her phone and began recording. other customers at the restaurant turned to look at what all the commotion was about.

you and se-mi stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, trying to figure out what was going on. suddenly, the environment around you lit up with color, the new sight drawing tears to your eyes. you could see everything. se-mi's green clothing, her pale skin, the blush that had found its way to her face.

"you're... you're my soulmate," you breathed, looking around you with wonder at the beauty you had never seen before. a thousand emotions raced through you and you didn't know what to do with any of them.

"y/n, i never thought... it all makes so much sense," se-mi replied, quickly pulling you into a hug. the nearby customers applauded as your souls found each other. ji-yeong was cheering in the background.

"i'm never leaving you, so help me god," you whispered to her. you returned the hug, holding her close. you felt extremely protective of se-mi all of a sudden.

you hugged for a few more moments before se-mi made you sit down at the table. she sat next to you, pulling you against her.

"cmon, the food is getting cold," she said. you rested your head on her shoulder as you resumed eating, trying to ignore ji-yeong's billion questions.

you found yourself infatuated with the ketchup on the table. it was so vibrantly red. you decided you liked colors. se-mi's clothes were a perfect shade of green. se-mi was warm. you pressed closer against her, wanting to be as close to her as possible.

se-mi was also looking down at you with admiration, though she was hiding her feelings a lot better than you were. her hand found yours under the table and she held onto it tightly.

after what felt like an eternity, you had finished your food. you held onto se-mi's arm while ji-yeong stared at both of you with admiration. you couldn't believe se-mi was so calm. you wanted to scream and make the whole world aware that se-mi was your soulmate. eventually, your impatience got the better of you and you stood up, dragging se-mi out of her seat. she stood close to you, holding onto your shoulder.

"we'll be right back, ji-yeong. we need a moment because i seriously think waiting another eight seconds will kill me right here," you rushed out. you pulled se-mi outside of the restaurant before ji-yeong could even process your words. there was nobody outside, perfect.

you turned to face your soulmate, looking up at her. you were stricken with a loss for words as you caught a glimpse of the vibrancy of a nearby tree. se-mi looked down at you, smiling and saying nothing, her body language saying more than enough.

"sem, i- i don't-" you started. se-mi pressed her finger to your mouth, shushing you.

"don't say anything, hm?" she said, dragging her finger down your face to your chin. she tilted your head up to look at her.

the next instant, she leaned down, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips against yours. you felt an immediate sense of peace as you kissed back, your hands finding their way to her shoulders as she placed a hand behind your head to pull you in deeper. all your worries were gone as you kissed se-mi, the only thing that mattered to you now was her.

after a couple moments, she broke the kiss, getting a whine out of you.

"i'll kiss you more later, yeah? don't worry," she reassured you. you nodded, holding onto her arm protectively again.

the two of you returned back to your table with ji-yeong, holding hands under the table. you settled against her while she held you, letting out a sigh of relief and happiness.

it goes without saying that you were extremely grateful to have met se-mi.

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edit: part two to this fic is out now! ✨ click here to read it! ✨

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