#I may be screaming to the void please reply

[the-useful-disaster]

Guys— With the Book of Bill out and the BillFord coming hard, I wanna share something someone said in TikTok: They are so fucking Hanigram coded.

It's a toxic, abusive, and painful relationship (platonic or romantic or anything deeper that can't be described with words), and they (Ford and Will) can't scape from it. Bill (and hannibal) destroyed their partner to shape them into what they wanted.

Just, oh god. A complicated angsty thing.

I'm not the first and not the last to make the comparison, but I needed to get this out of my brain guys.

[gilbirda]

Okay, I want to follow this content. What do I do?

Hello everyone.

So given the recent raise of "tag me!" replies in fics going around Tumblr, and given the recent awareness post about how disheartening, annoying and sometimes disappointing it can be to only get that kind of engagement — I've thought it was a good idea to explain what you can do if you want to follow content.

Basing on what Dis already added to the original post, this is a more detailed list of what options you have when enjoying the content you see.

I liked this prompt, I wish to see all the additions to it. How can I keep up?

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[definitelynotshouting]

may i interest you in some scarian makeouts

Listen. We were all thinking it when Grian was screaming to Scar about starting resistances. Also technically this isnt even finished bc i wanted to put a proper opener on it before posting but,, i have unfortunately been too busy to sit down and write so i am throwing this into the void as is like meat pumpkins in the scarian enclosure. Mwah mwah please enjoy the food my fellow soldiers

"Scar, if you don't do something right now, I'm gonna start a resistance," Grian snaps. There's a tightness in his chest begging for release, to snap the building tension with the thunderous clap of TNT. The look he aims at Scar is nothing short of pleading, begging for some kind of intervention.

Scar, for his part, looks startled. "Um—" he stammers, eyes flicking over Grian helplessly.

Unfortunately, Grian doesn't have time for helplessness. "Scar, do something!"

"Do what?" Scar yelps in return; he's clearly out of his depth, fumbling for his bow and dropping it to the ground with a nervous clatter. "What do you— Grian, I don't even know what you want me to do here—"

"Just stop me before I do something I'm gonna regret!" Grian says desperately, and suddenly, a familiar glint flickers to life in Scar's eyes.

It's the bad idea glint. The I'm about to make this situation worse, glint. The I'm going to steal the enchanter, I'm going to run for mayor, I'm going to strip everyone's copper glint. Grian can't truly say he's surprised to see it.

But Scar only snaps his fingers. "Okay, okay, I've got it! You just— um. You— you know what, you just stay there, I'll come to you."

And before Grian can even process whatever that means, Scar is pacing forward, closing the distance between them with rapid, ground-eating strides. All thoughts of royal emeralds and resistances slide right out of Grian's head as Scar crowds into his personal space.

"Uh, Scar," Grian says, suddenly breathless for quite a few reasons, "um. Whatcha doing?"

"Distracting you!" Scar replies with far too much cheerful menace, then grabs Grian by the collar and reels him in for a kiss.

It's such an abrupt motion that Grian flinches before they can make contact, an electric shock running up his spine. But Scar chases that distance like a hunting hound, both hands coming up to frame Grian's face and hold him still— and then his lips are catching against Grian's, wind-chapped and gentle. Insistent. A warm, solid slide against his own, languidly coaxing them open. 

Another thrill of electricity runs through him, and after a moment's hesitation, Grian leans into it, eyes sliding shut as Scar's teeth catch briefly on his bottom lip. He's already fumbling for purchase— his hands flutter, trailing over Scar's arms before climbing to his shoulders, wreathing into his hair, and—

Grian tugs, just a bit too mean, and Scar's shocked hiss falls directly between Grian's teeth. If Scar wants to turn this into a distraction, he'll play along— but Grian's not going to make it easy for him.

"Oh, you are gonna get it for that, mister," Scar murmurs against his mouth, muffled and low, sweet as buckwheat honey. Grian shudders; every point of contact between them is kindling into a fire, spreading light and heat through his veins. He's swimming in it, crystalizing from the inside out, nothing but an empty, weightless cloud inside his mind. Scar's hands slide from his jaw to thread in his hair, and without warning, his head is gently tilted to the side.

Grian sucks in a sharp breath as Scar leans down and folds a delicate kiss into the triangle of skin between his jaw and ear. When he pulls back, the ghost of a breath fans cool air across it, wringing another shiver out of Grian's spine.

Scar leans down again; this time the kiss he presses to Grian's neck is not delicate. Instead, it's borders on a bite, nipping at sensitive skin until it begins to redden. Scar drags his tongue flat against what's no doubt a blossoming bruise, and Grian exhales in soft, trembling huffs that paint the air around them. Eyes closed, lips parted, a hazy glow curling beneath his sternum: Scar peppers his neck in kisses and bites, none quite as hard as the first, but intense nonetheless.

Finally, Scar dips to press one last, chaste kiss against his neck before pulling back and catching his lips once more. It's a faster slide this time, more demanding; Grian melts into it, curling his hands further into Scar's hair, cupping the back of his head to pull him closer. Scar's body is one warm line against him, an arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him close, even closer than they'd already been before. If this is drowning, Grian thinks, then he'll gladly welcome the floodwaters. If kissing Scar makes him this deliriously lightheaded, Grian will drown as many times as he's allowed.

Eventually, the pace slows. Scar swipes a thumb against his cheek, breaking the kiss only to dive back in for another, shorter one. And again. Again. Grian hums absently, a tuneless, crackling note that catches in his throat as the kisses between them taper off into gentle pecks, a closeness neither of them want to fracture.

It ends with both of their foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, lips red and kiss-swollen. Grian licks his absently; they tingle, gently bruised, and the noise that trickles out of his throat without permission sounds wrecked.

"Good distraction?" Scar mutters absently. The hand around his waist has abandoned its post in favour of stroking Grian's hair. It's a soothing, lulling motion, and Grian fights the hypnotic rhythm of it.

"Distraction?" he manages to rasp after a moment.

A beat. Then Scar giggles, a bright, soap-bubble sound that floats in the sunshine around them. "Well, that sounds like a pretty good review of the Goodtimes Distraction Services to me," he says, and pulls away with visible reluctance. His eyes crinkle at the corners; he looks fond. "You need anymore resisting against resistances, you know where to find me."

Grian lets him go with a shiver and a dirty look for the cool air that rushes in between them. Despite the chill, though, he feels warmed through. "Yeah," he says, lifting one hand to touch the mark high on his neck. It throbs; he presses down just to feel it. "Yeah, I guess I do. Tha— is it weird to say thanks, Scar?"

"Only if you don't buy me dinner on the first date," Scar replies breezily, and Grian chokes on a laugh.

"I'll write that down," he says dryly, and joins Scar as he meanders back toward Scarland's Main Street, all thoughts of resisting far behind him.

[shadowqueenjude]

So I'm kind of obsessed with evil Tam Tam now so I rewrote the Rhysand death scene in ACOWAR. Enjoy!

Stay with the High Lord. The Suriel’s last warning. Stay … and live to see everything righted. A lie. A lie, as Rhys had lied to me. Stay with the High Lord. Stay. For there … the torn scraps of the mating bond. Floating on a phantom wind inside me. I grasped at them—tugged at them, as if he’d answer. Stay. Stay, stay, stay. I clung to those scraps and remnants, clawing at the void that lurked beyond. Stay. I looked up at Tarquin, lip curling back from my teeth. Looked at Helion. And Thesan. And Beron and Kallias, Viviane weeping at his side. And I snarled, “Bring him back.” Blank faces. I screamed at them, “BRING HIM BACK.” Nothing. “You did it for me,” I said, breathing hard. “Now do it for him.” “You were a human,” Helion said carefully. “It is not the same—” “I don’t care. Do it.” When they didn’t move, I rallied the dregs of my power, readying to rip into their minds and force them, not caring what rules or laws it broke. I wouldn’t care, only if— Tarquin stepped forward. He slowly extended his hand toward me. “For what he gave,” Tarquin said quietly. “Today and for many years before.” And as that seed of light appeared in his palm … I began crying again. Watched it drop onto Rhys’s bare throat and vanish into the skin beneath, an echo of light flaring once. Helion stepped forward. That kernel of light in his hand flickered as it fell onto Rhys’s skin. Then Kallias. And Thesan. Until only Beron stood there. Mor drew her sword and laid it on his throat. He jerked, having not even seen her move. “I do not mind making one more kill today,” she said. Beron gave her a withering glare, but shoved off the sword and strode forward. He practically chucked that fleck of light onto Rhys. I didn’t care about that, either. I didn’t know the spell, the power it came from. But I was High Lady. I held out my palm. Willing that spark of life to appear. Nothing happened. I took a steadying breath, remembering how it had looked. “Tell me how,” I growled to no one. Thesan coughed and stepped forward. Explaining the core of power and on and on and I didn’t care, but I listened, until— There. Small as a sunflower seed, it appeared in my palm. A bit of me—my life. I laid it gently on Rhys’s blood-crusted throat. And I realized, just as he appeared, what was missing. Tamlin stood there, summoned by either the death of a fellow High Lord or one of the others around me. He was splattered in mud and gore, his new bandolier of knives mostly empty. He studied Rhys, lifeless before me. Studied all of us—the palms still out. There was no kindness on his face. No mercy. “Please,” was all I said to him. Then Tamlin glanced between us—me and my mate. His face did not change. “Please,” I wept. “I will—I will give you anything—” Something shifted in his eyes at that. But not kindness. No emotion at all. I laid my head on Rhysand’s chest, listening for any kind of heartbeat through that armor. “Anything,” I breathed to no one in particular. “Anything.” Steps scuffed on the rocky ground. I braced myself for another set of hands trying to pull me away, and dug my fingers in harder. The steps remained behind me for long enough that I looked. Tamlin stood there. Staring down at me. Those green eyes swimming with some emotion I couldn’t place.

"No."

I sobbed. "Please, Tamlin. Please. I will do anything." Tamlin smiled, and it was purely animal, nothing but vicious triumph in his stare. "I already have everything I want." I stilled as I recalled the words from all those months ago. When Tamlin had begged Rhysand to end the bargain, that he'd give him anything he wanted. And Rhysand had replied with those words. The words Tamlin now flung back at me.

I snarled. "You bastard-" Beron's wicked smile threatened to undo me. I lost it, jumping at Tamlin. A hard shield had me bouncing on my ass to the unforgiving grass. "You may possess a small kernel of each of our powers," Tamlin said quietly, with nothing but venom in his voice, "but I am a High Lord. And you will do well to remember that."

I stared at the bastard I once loved who had somehow become everything I came to hate. "How can you claim to love me if you won't do this for me?"

Tamlin continued to smile that vicious, vicious smile. "You don't get to rewrite the narrative. You don't get to spin this to your advantage." Throwing back my words from the High Lord meeting back to me. He had remembered, it seemed. Every damned, cursed word. "I saved your life back at the Hybern's camp," he continued in that quiet voice. "After everything you did. I owe you nothing. The man who loved you died the moment you decided your petty grudge against me was reason enough to reduce my innocent people to cinders."

Tears flowed freely from my face now. My stupid revenge plan had ruined everything. Lucien had been right. I should've listened. But it was too late. I could only watch in horror as Rhysand's body was reduced to nothing but dark mist, as the kernels from each of the High Lords flowed directly into the chest of Tamlin.

A heartbeat later, small balls of fire danced around his fingertips. Then dark mist. Then water. Tamlin stared at his fingers, entranced. "Thank you, Feyre, for this wonderful gift." Then he winnowed away, leaving my broken heart waiting on the other side. Even as some numb part of me registered the fact that the Night Court's land had chosen me as its next leader.

[midnightmah07]

Would we have met upon a dream, or perhaps upon a distant star? Or perhaps in a world where wishes come true, where hearts aren’t burdened by the weight of unfulfilled longing?

When the brightest star in the sky begins to glow with a cold, melancholy blue, Lilia finds himself beneath its distant light. He sits alone, shrouded in the heavy silence that has settled over the world ever since the war. The echoes of battle have faded, leaving behind a void that even Malleus cannot fill. Once a figure of strength and unwavering resolve, he now moves with a quiet uncertainty, lost in the void of his own mind, wondering where she goes when she isn’t with him, wondering why she seems so far away even when she’s near... She may be miles away, but in his mind, she never truly left.

He tries to maintain his composure, fingers absently twisting through the dark red streaks in his hair, streaks that once symbolized his fiery spirit, now dulled by the weight of regret. Yet, despite his efforts to appear indifferent, his heart betrays him, still clinging to that desperate wish that everything might not yet be lost. His wish, a dream that refuses to die, that somehow, somewhere, it isn’t too late to make things right.

“Please,” he murmurs into the stillness, his voice a fragile breath in the night air, laced with the unbearable weight of heartache. “I know you can hear me.”

No request is too extreme, he tells himself, when the stars above glimmer with such familiar light, as if they, too, are waiting for a wish to be fulfilled. Yet his heart whispers another truth: Why do you keep waiting? His conscience gnaws at him, urging him to face reality, to stop clinging to a hope that might never be realized. His mind, burdened by the knowledge of all he has lost, screams for him to retreat, to turn away before the pain becomes too much to bear.

Fate is kind, he tries to believe, though the words feel hollow, a lie he tells himself to keep the darkness at bay. His heart, exposed and vulnerable, lies bare for all to see, a fragile thing that trembles at the thought of what could have been, what might still be if only he dared to hope.

He stands beneath the cold blue light, eyes fixed on that same distant star, the one that shone so brightly on the day he lost her. Her voice, soft and full of unspoken longing, echoes in his memory, as fresh as if she were standing beside him. “Is it truly so hard to love me back?” she had whispered, her words a gentle plea that still haunts him. “You can't tell I love you, because, you love someone else, right?”

He’s pulled back into that moment, the memory that refuses to fade, no matter how hard he tries to push it away.

“Now’s not the time,” he had said, his voice cold, distant, a barrier he erected to keep her from getting too close.

But, oh Lilia, he thinks now, when would the time ever be right? Would there ever have been a moment when his heart was ready to accept the love she offered so freely?

“Don’t shut me out,” she had pleaded, her hand reaching for his, warm and trembling with hope, with the desire to be let in.

“Just leave,” he had replied, his eyes fixed on the ground, unable to meet her gaze, even as his heart screamed for her to stay. “I don’t need you.” He did, and still does.

“Give me one reason to go, and I will,” she had said, her voice breaking, her fingers gripping the edges of her cloak as if it were the only thing holding her together.

“It’s dangerous here!” his heart had cried out, desperate to protect her, to keep her safe from the world he stood in, he feared would swallow them both whole.

“And I’m willing to stay,” she had answered, tears like fragile crystals slipping down her cheeks, each one a testament to her unwavering love. “Even if it means being with you in my final moments.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” he had whispered, though what he truly meant was, I didn’t ask for you to risk everything for me. “Leave.” But what he wanted, what he truly wanted, was for her to stay, to be with him, to save him from the emptiness that had become his life.

“Lilia…” his name had hung in the air between them.

A delicate thread of connection that he was too afraid to grasp, too afraid to hold on to, for fear that it might break, that it might be too fragile to survive. To survive with it on his bare hand, covered in the crimson blood of his battles.

In his frustration and fear, he had snapped, his words sharp and bitter, laced with a resentment he didn’t truly feel. “Just go! You’re useless here!” But it wasn’t her he resented—it was himself, he couldn’t bear to let her into his life, the one who feared that if he lost her, she wouldn’t miss him.

“I wish I had never met you!” he had shouted into the crushing silence, a lie so obvious that it nearly shattered him, a lie he told himself because the truth was too painful to bear.

She had stayed silent, her eyes full of hurt, her heart breaking as she stood there, waiting for him to take it all back. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. And so she turned away, the pain in her eyes the last thing he saw before she disappeared into the night.

“May all your heart’s desires come true,” she had said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper, her back to him as she walked away.

The further he walked away from her, the clearer it became that they were no longer on the same path, that the connection between them had been severed by his own hand.

Now, as he stands beneath the cold blue light of that distant star, he knows—his heart’s desire had never been to push her away, never been to sever that fragile thread that connected them.

When the brightest star in the sky begins to glow with that cold, melancholy blue, Lilia still sits beneath its light, waiting.

“For how long will you wait?” she asks him, her voice a whisper on the wind, a question that cuts through the silence, through the distance that has grown between them.

His hair is shorter now, the dark red streaks faded to a somber shade of pink, a testament to the passage of time, to the changes that have come and gone. He turns away from the star, his eyes meeting hers, the pain in his heart mirrored in her gaze.

“For as long as you waited for me,” he says, a bittersweet smile breaking through the lingering pain, a smile that carries with it the weight of all the words left unsaid, all the moments lost to fear and regret.

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a/n: SNEAK PEAK BC I AM COOKING FRFR

WHAT IS THIS BARBARA. WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS. WHAT. TELL ME HAVE I BEEN A BAD FRIEND???? HAVE I BEEN MEAN TO YOU????? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS BEAUTIFUL YET HORRIBLE MASTERPIECE THAT MAKES ME WANT TO TEAR MY HEART FROM MY CHEST AND JUMP FROM A BRIDGE. TELL ME. WHAT IS THIS.

[atlasscrumpit]

Hey there! I had 3 weird ideas to throw out there. Yandere MK boys with a reader who is either a werewolf, has a symbiote (like Venom), or has mind control powers (or more like mind powers Scarlet Witch has maybe?). Like they use their powers on the boys to try and escape. Idk something like that. Anyhow have a good day/night. :)

We warned you

It wasn’t too bad here, you secretly enjoyed it.

Having them take care of you felt nice and you definitely weren’t used to it.

But, Jake was angry and you were getting scared.

“I didn’t mean to break it.” You whispered, looking down at the broken cup.

“But, you still made a mistake didn’t you, mi amor?” He growled, stalking towards you.

“And you know I like to help you learn lessons.” He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

“Fuck off, Jake!” You screamed as he froze and looked at you in shock.

“That’s it.” He growled before lunging towards you, you quickly held your hand up and entered his mind.

You never wanted to do this to them, but you had no choice.

Your eyes glowed brightly as you stared at him, tears running down your cheeks.

“Get on your knees.” You whispered as he slowly obeyed and went to his knees.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, trying your best to stop crying.

“Stay here on the floor for three hours and don’t even try to find me.” You whispered before dropping your hand.

You quickly rushed around grabbing some of your things in a backpack before you ran out of the door crying.

—

It had been about an hour and you sat in an alleyway crying.

You wanted to go back to them more than anything, but Jake had hurt you and Marc or Steven hadn’t helped you.

Suddenly everything around you began to become dark as you looked around in fear.

“No…” You whispered as you slowly fell unconscious.

When you awoke again you were in an endless dark void, your knees to the ground and your wrists chained.

“Little witch thought she was more powerful than a god.” You heard a voice growl as you shook and looked up.

“Khonshu.” You whispered in fear before you saw three figures behind him.

“I think it may be time for a punishment.” Khonshu growled before Marc and Steven rushed forward.

“Enough, Khonshu!” Marc yelled, quickly kneeling to you as you cried out.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done it. I was so scared, I’m sorry.” You cried out as they looked down at you.

“I know, I know you’re sorry. But, what you did isn’t easily forgiven love.” Marc whispered as you shook your head.

“No, no please, please I don’t want to be hurt.” You whispered before looking to Steven.

“Please, don’t leave me here with him.” You cried out as Steven looked at you sadly.

“What you did was wrong, love. That was an awful thing to do, once all of this is over we can cuddle as much as you want, okay?” He said, you sobbed even more and thrashed in the chains.

“Let me go!” You screamed as the three men began to walk away.

“No! Please, don’t leave me!”

—

Steven sat beside you bedside, watching your peaceful face in your sleep.

“How much longer will Khonshu keep her?” Steven whispered, running his finger over your cheek.

“As long as she deserves, Steven.” Marc replied as Steven looked at you sadly.

“She needs to go through this, Steven. She has a lot of lessons to learn.” Marc continued, making Steven nod.

Suddenly you gasped and woke up, beginning to panic.

You kept muttering Stop over and over.

Steven quickly leapt up and held onto your shoulders.

“Baby, it’s okay! You’re safe, I’m here!” Steven shouted as you rocked back and forth.

“Stop it, stop it, please.” You muttered as you began to cry.

“Looks like she needs more.” Khonshu growled before Steven stood up.

“No! You will not touch her again!” Steven shouted before going back to you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, love. I’m right here. No more punishment, such a good girl.” Steven whispered, cradling you.

You growled and held your hand up about to use your power again, before Marc took control.

“I don’t think so love.” Marc growled before he pinned his arms above your head.

He reached across to the bedside table wear a black collar was, he quickly clipped it around your neck, before backing away.

“There you go, baby girl. No more powers.” Marc whispered, a little out of breath as you clawed at the collar.

“I hate you, I hate you so much!” You screamed as Marc just watched you.

“Throw your tantrum, babydoll. It’s not coming off.”

[suffersinfandom]

This is a somewhat-hingeless rant about disability and OFMD/Izzy takes.

Tumblr handed me a "recommended" post that made me so mad I ended up deleting a moderately unhinged reply and walking away for a bit. It's still eating at me, so I'm just gonna reply to it indirectly.

(I know this is cowardly, but anything I say will just lead to fighting and I'm tired. If anyone wants to discourse about whatever I post, please do me a favor and don't rant at me directly. Take caps and scream into the void like a gentleperson.)

First: I am physically disabled and I often use visible disability aids (just establishing my credentials so I'm allowed to not support this take uncritically). I also have mental health issues and less visible physical issues that honestly cripple me more.

Second: the title alone, man. My main issue with this whole thing is the disability gatekeeping, but that interpretation... hngh. I don't think OFMD was trying to meet a disability quota, you know? It's not "we have three disabled people so we can kill one off."

"Izzy shouldn't have died because he's the most clearly, visibly disabled" is a weird take because it conflates two unrelated things: Izzy's disability and Izzy's death. It's okay to be upset that Izzy died because his specific disability was something you related to. It hurts to have representation taken away! But his death had a narrative purpose. It had nothing to do with his status as an amputee.

And yeah, people are disabled in different ways, but is acknowledging that really an invitation to dismiss some disabilities as invalid? Sure, let's gatekeep disability. Let's decide that some people aren't disabled, actually. Lucius, Black Pete, Wee John, Spanish Jackie, and Ed aren't disabled in a way that's huge and traumatic and life-changing, so throw them out.

Except Ed is one of our protagonists, and I'd argue that his issues are way more important to the narrative than Izzy's. Ed's bad knee is technically fanon (fanon that I love because I too have bad joints and a shit knee), but I would argue that Ed is absolutely canonically disabled. Are we really supposed to disregard his crippling mental health issues because they're not visible? We're just going to shrug off the suicidal despair that drove a huge chunk of the plot? Wild that something so central to the story just doesn't matter because it's not the right kind of disabled.

That was a tangent, sorry. Back to Izzy and the injury that was "thrust upon him."

Yes, his injury is life-changing and traumatic. I'm sympathetic -- but not as sympathetic as I would be if he hadn't played a significant part in the events that led to the loss of his leg.

"That's victim blaming!"

It's a statement of fact. As Izzy himself admitted, he drove the darkness in Ed. He dangled his leg over the side of the ship and a shark bit it off. The injury wasn't thrust upon him so much as actively courted.

Izzy tried to shoot himself in the head at his lowest moment. If I may misquote OP: if you cannot see that there is a WORLD of difference between Ed's multi-episode suicidal arc and Izzy impulsively seeking an out, I honestly do not know what to say to you.

But the big thing about Izzy is that he is a secondary character in a story. If you take off the Izzy blinders, you can see that it's not all about him. His go at suicide killed the symbol of toxic masculinity that he had been up to that point so his story could progress. When he crawled along the floor whining pathetically, his sheer levels of wet cat-ness brought the crew together. The crew rallying around him and giving him the love and forgiveness that he did not ask for? That was about the crew and their growth, not Izzy.

Izzy did not have some deep-seated care for the crew before he was shot. He didn't throw himself in front of a bullet for them. He was not the crew's protector. Izzy's growth began when Ed essentially fired him, and the real changes happened post leg removal.

But here's something super important: Izzy was not suicidal when he told Ed he was ready to go.

Because yeah, I agree, it'd suck if a character who attempted suicide spent a few episodes being rehabilitated and accepting love and who he is turned around and decided that he wanted to die. It's a good thing that's not what happened.

This is what made me decide not to reply directly. Yeah, clearly a lot of disabled queer people are upset. And you know what? That's fine! I always support feeling what you're feeling, even if that feeling is negative. I'm sorry that other queer disabled people are hurting, and I don't want to add to that hurt by being directly confrontational.

Then OP said the last part and I was riled all over again. I was prepared to reblog since I meet their criteria (or maybe I don't -- I might not be the right kind of disabled), but what's the point? How miserable do I want to be? How much do I want to make them miserable?

I know I ranted a lot here, but what I'm getting at is this: Izzy DID NOT "go from wanting to die after a hugely traumatic disabling life event" to "wanting to die after finding acceptance and happiness." If he had, I'd totally understand why OP is upset and I'd think, yeah, maybe they should've run that by a few more people.

Izzy didn't want to die. He accepted his death as the inevitability it was -- inevitable not just because the wound was fatal, but because his death was important to the larger story and, importantly, Ed's story.

Izzy is piracy. Izzy is toxic masculinity personified. Izzy is anchoring Ed to Blackbeard. Izzy is not a character who overcame great obstacles and found acceptance just to decide that, actually, he'd like to be dead instead. He's not David Jenkins and company telling people who relate to Izzy that they should just die. He's not proof that recovery and joy are impossible for broken people.

Look at Ed. He went from wanting to die to wanting to live and do better. He's still working for his acceptance and happiness, and Izzy's last words are insistence to him that he'll get there.

Lucius said that some people are just broken, and this season does everything it can to refute that. One of the clearest themes is no one is broken beyond repair. People can change and they can heal and they can be forgiven by the people they hurt. This theme is so clear that I don't understand how anyone can overlook it.

I've been typing for ages and I'm honestly so sorry to anyone who takes me seriously enough to read this. It's a lot of negativity, and we have more than enough of that.

(And if you're disabled, hurt by Izzy's death, and also somehow still here, I sincerely hope that you feel better about it soon. I hope you'll come across meta that puts things into perspective in a way that lets you appreciate OFMD's positive messages and make peace with or move past season two. Barring that, I hope you find a new show to latch onto that gives you everything you want.)

[astralix]

Act 003 Self-Destruction

Pretty Guardian ✶ Sailor Moon

Characters: Original Characters, Canon Characters-mentioned Rating: Teen, Older Teen Genre: Angst, Action, Fantasy, Magical Girl Song: “Die for You” Starset Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon.  That is Naoko Takeuchi’s property.  Please do not sue me.

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Even if the sky does fall Even if they take it all There’s no pain that I won’t go through Even if I have to die for you And when all the fires burn When everything is overturning There’s no thing that I won’t go through Even if I have to die for you

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She was probably going to her death, but she did not care.  She was probably standing on the wrong side of battle, but she did not care.  There were people here who she cared about most.  Probably more than the world itself.  Still, she promised to stay by their side.  It was self-destruction at best.  However, she made a promise and she was going to stick to it.

She had dreams of being like them.  The ones that she was fighting against.  She could see herself in a Sailor suit of teal and indigo.  She was probably happier on that side than where she was now.  However, she made a promise and she would never go back on that promise.  She had to stick it through, even if it made the Sailor Senshi sad that they had to kill one of their very own terrestrials.

In those dreams, she was a proud Sailor Senshi, Sailor Aquarius.

In reality, she was the Conquest, one of the Four Horsemen.  Standing beside her was Death, War and Famine.  She was technically their leader, but she knew everyone was competing to be the very one that brings the heart of the Sun Empress to their nefarious boss’ hands.  It saddened her.  However, that was the life she took up, and it was in protection of the others.

She would face the Astrals.

She would face anything in her path.

She would die trying.

If it helped her friends.

She stood idly, with a teacup in hand and a floating teapot at the ready.  She waited in silence until one of the Sailor Senshi came to her for a fight.  She brushed a rogue lock of teal hair away from her face, as she gazed passively into the abyss below.

This was all self-destruction.

Time went by and a few cups of tea drunk, she could hear the quick thudding of steps.  The double doors burst open as two Senshi stood there panted.  The teal haired girl merely drank her last cup of tea before, before she dropped the teacup into the abyss.

“VICTORIA!” shouted one of them.  She had deep red hair and gray eyes.  She must be Sailor Scorpio.

“Yes?” Victoria, the teal-haired girl replied.  She simply watched the tea cup until she could not see it anymore.  She turned her gaze to the two Senshi.  “What happened to all the others?”

“They’re fighting,” said the other Sailor Senshi.  Her orange-to-red hair clashed with the red-violet sash and skirt of her Sailor suit.

Victoria smiled.  “Good, and you are?”

“Sailor Ophiuchus!” the second Senshi called.

“Is that so?” Victoria asked.  She closed her eyes, hair waved from the void below.  She outstretched her arms, leaned back and fell into the void.  Both girls screamed in horror as they rushed to the edge.

Sailor Ophiuchus clasped a hand over her horrified gasp.  Sailor Scorpio stared in horror.

Victoria merely smiled, as she fell.  She whispered words before she stopped falling.  The brooch on her armor clad body glowed.  “And answer my summons!  I, Victoria, swear to thee!”

She would be betting her life now.  She would be pushing every chip on her end of the table forward.  Her friends were risking it all to fulfill their dreams.  Her dream is merely to support her friends.  If they wanted to get back at the world, to destroy it, then so be it.  She would help them even if it meant her own destruction.  She loved her friends dearly.

If you really loved them, you would stop this now!  She could hear the small voice in the back of her mind.  It was that one voice that denied her dream to follow Mai, Miko and Kyoumi into the depths of Hell.  It was the one voice that wanted to call to them to bring them back from damnation.  It was an annoying voice that has been fighting for her to quit her current position.

“I made my promise and I will uphold it.  Till my last breath,” she said, instead.

You could stop everything if you just listen to me!  Listen, you could achieve great things!  For the Ambassador of Good!  Instead, you’re just destroying yourself!

“What are you?  And how did you get in my mind?” Victoria stated, softly as she flew up the way she fell.

Sailor Aquarius.  I am the one that has chosen good, and you can still choose it!

“I made my choice.  You will shut up,” Victoria replied.  She already made her choice.  There is no salvation for her.  No way of redemption.  Nor for her friends.  Her boots felt nothing but air beneath them but she was floating just above Sailors Ophiuchus and Scorpio.  She was glowing a deep and muted teal.  She could feel her forehead burning.

Then, you must pay the price for your foolishness.

Both Senshi looked in horror as glyph glowed on her forehead.  It was–

“Aquarius!” Ophiuchus gasped.

“I figured as much,” Scorpio said.

A brow raised, Victoria lifted an arm up as spectral swords appeared and pointed towards the Senshi.  The swords rained upon them, and she could hear both their screams as they were nicked and cut.  Ophiuchus struggled but she made a shield around both Scorpio and herself.

Victoria had made her choice.  She would go down with the other three.  She knew their boss would not intervene to help them.  She would complete her path of self-destruction.  However, beside her, was her ghostly doppelganger in the teal and indigo Sailor suit.  The apparition smiled, smugly, as Victoria missed both targets.

[3xm-draconic]

The Jester and The Courier: a wild wasteland love.

Chapter 2: Radioactive.

Myrtle got on her ranger gear, say for gear helmet and went down stairs. In the spare room handcuffed to the radiator was the crazy little red head dude, just…giggling to himself… 

“Any idea if the psycho is still in his system?” Gannon turned to Joshua, “no idea, psycho isn’t supposed to last that long…then again he might just be insane like Raul said” Joshua replied.

Myrtle approached the man and knelt down so she was eye-level with him, the man’s crazed grin fell from his face as soon as he saw her’s. It was no doubt due to the horrific scar across her left eye which was now completely cybernetic, that would scare the willies out of anybody.

…but…then he smiled again…

“You are something Cicero has never hallucinated before…a half-metal woman!” he gleefully giggled, “hmm, dilated pupils, erratic speech patterns, hallucinations…he may have severe mental trauma” she turned to the others “I think taking him to doc Usanagi for therapy might do him some good”.

“Where is Cicero? Why is he chained?...WHERE IS HIS JESTER’S CLOTHES!?” he squeaked and began to panic “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO POOR CICERO!?”, “ehey, ehey shhh, it’s ok buddy we didn’t do anything to you, we want to help you ok?” Myrtle hushed him “can you tell me what happened? Do you remember how you ended up naked and falling out of the sky?”

The red head…this Cicero guy…just looked at her weirdly and screamed “WHAT!?”, a water bottle was then flung at them “CAN HE STOP FUCKING SCREECHING!? I’am hungover and I’d like some peace and quiet!” Cass bellowed.

Myrtle turned to Ulysses “can you bring me some food and a bottle of water?”, “what for?”, “our friend here is so skinny he looks like he hasn't eaten a proper meal in weeks and I think the best way to get through to him is with kindness, not an interrogation” Myrtle replied.

Ulysses nodded and went into the kitchen to grab a plate of whatever Lily was making, “guys can I be alone with him?” Myrtle turned to Gannon and Graham, they nodded and left to go eat.

“so…Cicero, where are you from?”, the man hesitated “Cicero was from the Empire but he moved to Skyrim to be closer to his family”, “Empire? Sky-rim?” Myrtle pondered “I don’t know these places…they certainly ain't close to the Mojave or California” she mumbled. “Mo-ha-vee?...Cal-ee-forn-ya?...What are you talking about? What are those places?” Cicero wondered, “It’s where you are now bud, you are in Nevada, Southwestern Commonwealth of America, the Mojave desert, west of the NCR?” Myrtle pause “any of this dinging any bells up there?”

He stared at her blankly “no…but if Cicero is in a desert is it close to Hammerfell…the Alik’r?...or is it in Elsweyr?”, Myrtle blinked “no…you got me even more confused now”.

“What direction is this Sky-rim?”, “oh it is very, very far north” Cicero replied as he carefully observed the strange metal woman, her greenish-blue eye and metallic yellowish green one never wavering from his amber gaze, “north hmm? How far north? Like Uta or…?” she pondered, “U-ta?” Cicero wondered “Cicero has no idea about any of these places you say!” he snapped, he was getting agitated.

Myrtle sighed “look I’am sorry, I don’t mean to anger you I’am trying to help you find your way home” Myrtle said softly, Cicero calmed down a little as her words sounded ginuwine “ok…ok” he sighed.

Ulysses arrived with food: a plate of potato-bread toast, sunny side-up gecko eggs, brahmin sausages and cactus fruit jam.

She took the plate from him and sat it next to Cicero, “ok, I’am going to uncuff you and give you a fork…please…don’t stab me with it” she kindly asked him, Cicero had to hold back a pout…he wanted to stab someone…badly…

She got close enough to where Cicero could have easily jabbed it into her neck…but he needed to know more about just where in the void he was…and killing the only person wanting to help him would be like stabbing himself in the foot.

Cicero eyed the food on the plate…it…was weird…

“What is this?” he pondered as he poked at the strange eggs, “gecko eggs…have you never eaten one before?” Myrtle turned to him, Cicero cocked his head in confusion “nope…” he shrugged, “well their good eaten I say, I’ve had them plenty of times in my life” she shrugged and grinned “nothing is better in the morning like a cup of coffee and a plate of gecko eggs”.

“What's this coff-ee you speak of?” Cicero pondered, “it’s drink, it helps ya wake up in the morning, would you like a cup?”, Cicero thought about it for a moment “well when in the Empire do as the Impirals do” the thought to himself “yes, thank you” he nodded.

Myrtle left to get him some while Ulysses watched him, “so…Cicero…your name” Ulysses’s deep raspy voice rumbled “it sounds very…Legionary…” he mumbled.

Cicero eyed the strange man with a metal mouth “Cicero’s name is a perfectly normal Impiral’s name…what does it have to do with the military?”, “so your military is in league with Caesar?...oh dear…Myrtle was begging to like you…” he sighed.

That got Cicero on edge, what did he mean by that?...

“who…Who is this Ceasar you speak of?” he pondered, Ulysses cocked his head “don’t play dumb, he’s the leader…” he gave a small laugh “former…leader of the Legion”, Cicero looked even more confused.

“So…in this world there is no Tiber Septim?...no Empire?” Cicero’s head started to spin, if his very NATION didn’t exist here…then that would mean…

Myrtle came back with a cup of coffee “I made it with some brahmin milk and sweetened it with a little ant nectar, you look like somebody who wouldn’t like just straight black coffee…” Myrtle opened the door to see an alarming sight…

Ulysses knocked out and Cicero attempting to break out of his remaining handcuff using the fork but doing so badly that he was only hurting himself in the process.

“CHRIST ALMIGHTY!” Myrtle screamed as she set down the coffee on a dresser and ran over to Cicero, she smacked the fork out of his hand and restrained him “STOP, Stop, stop…what’s wrong?” she gazed into his panicked wild eyes, he was like a frightened animal.

Cicero headbutted her…but that only ended in him hurting himself…“don’t do that please…my skull is pure titanium and I doubt your old flesh and bone one can do much damage…now calm down before I make you calm down”.

“You won't take my soul daedra!” Cicero snarled at her and attempted to bite her, he managed to sink his teeth into her shoulder but then he felt a sharp pinch in his neck…then…he started to feel…relaxed.

“Ok, I’am gonna cuff you back to the radiator while you calm down ok buddy?” Myrtle said as she gently laid him back against the wall, thank GOD she had a needle of calm-x on her.

She checked on Ulysses who was waking up, “Hey S.Grant you ok pal?”, Ulysses groaned “little fucker…headbutted me…hard…ow”, Myrtle gave him a small pouch of healing powder “here go take a nap on the couch and heal up”.

“What of Crazy-Ass?” he grumbled, “calm-x, was gonna use it on myself to ease my jitters of hoover dam…but I think in the moment it was needed more on him” she sighed, “Myrt?” Ulysses looked at her with concern, “don’t” she glared at him “don’t worry about me and DON’T bring it up with the others…got it?”

He sighed  and they left the room.

[v3ng3anc3-qu33n]

Friends. (Pt. 4 of Her Revenge Series)

Everything was going to plan with us cutting the power to Tarturaus, sneaking in, killing most of the guards, and opening the main doors freeing everyone, aside from my uncle, everyone stormed out hellbent of letting out their stored rage. The only heroes who came were a few UA students who as they see me pause.

"Y/n? What the FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Bakugo screams angrily.

"We thought you died..." Midoriya says looking distraught.

"Why are you doing this?" Todoroki asks intrigued.

As they all throw questions at I wait for them to all stop talking before I reply.

"I changed, I grew up, I let the world shape me, and I have never felt better," I say as I stare at them, my eyes full of pain.

"Oh... sweetie what happened?" Mina says worriedly.

Mina was my best friend during the first year of UA.

Flashback to the first day of UA

I hummed happily as I ate my breakfast that I had hurriedly grabbed before leaving my house as I sat in my seat waiting for my dad to start class.

"HI IM ASHIDO MINA!!! JUST CALL ME MINA THOUGH!!" a pink haired girl says as she walks into the room emitting confidence.

"Hi!! I'm y/n!!" I said excitedly

"OH MY GODS YOU ARE ADORABLE!!! THOUGH I don't think I saw you at the entrance exams.

"AHEM yes I am a recommended student!! My friend recommended me! Hawks! Also your like really pretty!!" I say happily engaged in the conversation.

"Ooooh mean girls reference! Love that!" Mina says hyper as ever "WAIT YOU KNOW HAWKS!!!"

"Yup!! I'm actually already a hero, and I got my high school diploma online I just have to go through at least 1 year of high school! Its some weird law to ensure that the child doesn't become emotionally and socially stunted."

Ever since that day we became best friends we were always together and always there for eachother until I unenrolled right before 2nd year but even then we stayed in touch as I went off to rise the ranks of underground heroes in Japan starting to meet with other heroes in different countries where I was seen as a vigilante as I liked to do my work more at night and not stick around for press and most other countries don't have underground heroes.

"Hey AQ (alien queen) " I say my voice void of emotions. "You all should leave.... I may see you as my family but they don't." My eyes unblinking as I gesture to the rest of the LOV.

They whisper a bit amongst themselves before looking at me and darting off agitated as they know that only the 4 of them can't take all of us on, and me and the lov keep freeing everyone. Within 4 hours, we shut down all transportation to Japan, isolating the heroes from help. Content I go back to my room and sigh as I stare at my reflection.

Hihi everyone!! Btw Minas hero name is still Pinky in this but I believe that y/n would have given her the nickname Alien Queen, it is also in my au where hero names were in the second year and Mina wanted hers to be Alien Queen because it reminded her of us! I hope everyone likes the story please leave constructive criticism in the comments or dm me! Love you all🌙💜

-V3ng3anc3

[rhythymicwriting]

Who Knew ~ Diavolo

"May I have this dance?" His silky smooth voice and charming golden eyes had enchanted them from the moment they'd arrived. The questioning amber shimmered amongst black feathers and gold lace. They wordlessly took his outstretched hand, slack-jawed and staring. He swept them in close to him, hips gently swaying together.

The pair gracefully spun under golden chandeliers. Soft violins accompanied their dance. The party seemed to move around them, the Prince and his partner an alluring centerpiece to the ball. Diavolo's classic white tie caught a small draft, lifting lightly off his chest through an elegant tailcoat. His cherry red hair shimmered under the amber lights. A playful smile danced on his lips. The black feathers of his mask gently caressed his oaky cheeks.

"You're quite the liar, you know." He teased, lips curling.

"I'm sorry?" MC replied, confusion painted in their features.

"I recall you said you couldn't dance, yet you seem to have bewitched my guests." He chuckled. MC's attention broke from his eyes, taking in the room around them. The entire room of demons was spectating their dance. A sprinkling of partners were taking the floor to join them. A few jealous eyes locked with MC's from behind feathered masks. Somehow, the Prince's gentle touch made the faces, that normally would have paralyzed the human, seem meaningless. They were no more threatening than the many paintings around the room.

"I hate to correct you, my King, but I'm sure they're looking at you." He laughed at their words.

"We make quite the fetching pair, don't we?"

"I'd say so." MC hummed, leaning their head into his chest. His arm wound around the small of their back, pulling their bodies flush together. Steps and breath in sync, the two swayed in place, turning ever so slightly. MC relaxed into their partner, relishing the subtle rise and fall of his chest. 

"I miss you, mio cuore" He murmured, his baritone voice sending vibrations gently through MC's cheek. MC tensed. They lifted their head, finding his eyes void of their usual light, staring through them.

"What?" Their hand caressed his cheek, panic flooding their veins. "No... Not again... Please, no!" He gradually became too heavy for MC to support, the two of them collapsing to the golden floors, color draining from the room. They laid his head on their lap, holding his hand close to their chest. Wine red roses bloomed from his chest. His paling lips parted, freeing bloody spit.

"No NO!" MC screamed. The room was empty and vast. There were no longer walls to stop their voice. Party goers silently laughed behind masks. Fans over lips taunting the pair. Sobs shook their body, heavy down feather sheets draped over their frame. Plush pillows caught their tears. The smell of him still lingered in the bedding. MC curled further into the cushioning, memories of their lover staining their mind.

"I'll protect you forever, mio cuore. I promise." His whispered in between kisses. He held them close, his arms wrapping around them completely.

They clamped their hands over their ears, screaming into their knees as memories of waking up next to him stabbed their heart. He said forever. He promised. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"You're nothing but a leech. Stop ruining his reputation. You don't deserve him."  The words of MC's peers returned. 

He only likes you because of that program. He doesn't actually love you, you know that, right?"

"He'll leave you."

"You'll loose him. Count your blessings before he realizes his mistake."

"You'll only be a burden to him."

"You'll be the death of me, mio cuore."  Their eyes widened at the sound of his signature chuckle. Yet, they didn't see his joyous eyes. They saw his lifeless ones. The cuts and bruises decorating his once flawless skin. The misshapen curve in his elbow. The root of his wing where it used to connect to his back.  Piles of lesser demon corpses framed his body. He had given a valiant effort, but even the Demon Prince could be overtaken by a mob. 

MC had limped towards him, throwing themselves down before their king one last time. Sobs and screams wracked their body, grief and guilt flooding their system. "YOU DAMN LIAR! WAKE UP, DAMN IT!" They cried. They gripped their chest, pain tearing at their heart. If only they'd been stronger. If only they had been more useful. If only they hadn't let him defend them. If only they'd never met him.

He was supposed to live forever. He was supposed to grow into an incredible ruler, one that inspired justice and peace. And here he lay, lifeless in a filthy alley like a diseased rat. Anger possessed MC. They kicked and scratched and punched at the corpses around them, making a larger mess of the scene. Papers scattered across the corpses with cursed names scrawled on them. MC would never forget that heart stopping handwriting. 

"Bivium"

MC should have been the only person to know that word. How did these demons find it?

Diavolo's true name.

Footsteps echoed off the walls, Lucifer and Barbatos appeared at the mouth of the alleyway. They rushed to MC's side as the human collapsed back to their knees. Lucifer followed them down, bringing their head into his shoulder. His gloved hands gently grasped MC, starkly contrasting the tense rippling of his chest and arms. Black feathers cascaded through the air, the sound of wings tearing through skin. Through the storm, MC caught a glimpse of shining golden eyes and a wide, toothy smile. Screaming filled the air once more, all three of the mourners contributing. The two demons were far beyond any humanoid form, Barbatos tearing apart the already deceased demons. He had given up looking for those who'd survived and settled for decimating the corpses left behind. 

MC couldn't bear to remember anymore. They could feel their heart tearing. The smell of his cologne suffocated them. The touch of his lips was still tender against their own. His firm grasp still lingered on their palms. His golden eyes still burned into theirs. His loving voice still hummed in their ears, "You'll be the death of me, mio cuore."

Their voice cracked, fighting for words. "I love you, my king."

[littlestar3737]

Olímpicos

Chapter 2

Twins

several years have gone up by.

Color and flash were skating around the ant-void "Yoohoo!" screamed flash "do a backflip!" yelled color

Color and flash were always together ever since birth.

Than a voice from the distance yelp "helloooo!" color and flash, both turn their backs to the voice then someone from the distance was hurling at them

"Heyyy color an flash mama wants you both now!" said the girl,

immediately color and flash recognize their little sister voice "purple" she was only a few years younger than them but yet very bossy just like pink and blue, color and flash weren’t the biggest fan of their little sister

"What does mom want now?" responded flash with a attitude "she always wants something from us" said color with a attitude too "well I'm sorry only if your children didn’t start another war in one of the main Multiverse" responded purple with pure disappointment at color

"A another one?" questioned color "yes!" responded purple "it's always Ange and Astra they are always starting something" yelled purple absolutely sick of it "oh my star I really need to talk to those two about fighting" said color with shame "you haven’t talked to your children in a month and for them it’s 100 years" applied flash "your right brother" agreeing with flash."just let Ange handled it she got this" said color without a care "no" said a voice from the distance everyone looked up and it was pink and blue "we are tired about the wars between your children color" said blue "you talking to your children will solve the wars and not leave chaos in the city" replied pink.

"So bossy" color was annoyed at this point being bossed around like a child isn’t the best thing "no matter what I do they always fight"

"they only started fighting when you left them all those years" at this point, pink was just yelling at color "ok ok! I'm trying my best ok being a mother of 5 isn’t easy okay" yelled color "then why did you have so many" blurted purple

"it’s none of your business purple" both color and flash left the ant-void to the omega verse where their mother and kingdom where it was

"it’s not like my fault they’re fighting" color complaining to flash "they’re siblings they always fight" said the flash "we never fought when we were young" responded flash

"You're right but I don't know" color agreeing with flash but felt unsatisfied

both made it to the omega verse and they stood pink and blue, guarding the gold gates and in the far gold Hill, they saw their mother now organize as the creator and to others a God, she’s just referred to be called "Asereth"

Color and flash both walked up the gold stairs while pink and blue eyeing them,

Flash was little scared about his mother only because color used to fight with their mother and was sent to the void for 1 hour and hearing color complaining for the whole day.

Went color and flash made it up the hundred gold stairs, Asereth was napping in her gold throne, color tried to wake her up until Asereth screamed

and startled everyone

"Oh my star I'm so sorry my children" panted Asereth trying to catch her breath meanwhile, pink, blue and purple flew up the hill to their mother

"Are you okay mother?" ask pink concerned "yes oh yes I'm alright" said Asereth "mother I'm truly sorry for frowning you" said color regretting her decisions

"i’m fine, please but we need to talk" said Asereth seriously with a tone of disappointment, color and flash already knew what will happen.

"lately I’ve been hearing a lot of complaints from the villagers and I think you know why"

directed Asereth to color "yeah yeah i know I don’t know why they always fight" said color never really caring

"This is their 50th war and there may likely be more, every time they have a discussion they break out and fight and it’s tiring they even broke one of my universes that I worked so hard on" said Asereth furious

"But mooom you know I can't stop them mostly Astra that boy never listens to me" said color not really caring for the situation

until Asereth Pulls color by her collar and says "if you don't stop them I will and you need my power, so go talk to them or else"

Color quickly tries to get out of their mothers grip and she's successful and goes behind flash.

They both discuss about the future of both children and decided to leave it to Ange to decide the situation.

[doodledoesthing3]

SUPER COOL SNEAK PEAKS OF THE CROSSOVER CHAPTER FOR MY FIC! This scene takes place in @monkiebois ‘s Tangled Star au!

Here we go!

1. “Hey there! Have you seen a black monkey? He’s this tall, clearly emo but we haven’t had the talk yet. His name is Macaque and also known as Liu’er Mihou for some odd reason.” Bei Da asked as the baby monkey stared at her in confusion.

The brown monkey began hissing at her, so in response the black haired girl hissed back. They were hissing at each other for a solid five minutes before a familiar voice was heard.

2. “How did you get in Ghonzhu’s garden?” He asked as he picked up Xiaohua.

“How did I get in who’s garden?” She asked back, not knowing who this ‘Ghonzhu’ was.

“Ghonzhu! Tieshan Ghonzhu? Are those ringing any bells for you?” The lotus prince questioned with an annoyed expression.

“Nope!” The child replied.

“Ugh… Princess Iron Fan?”

“PRINCESS IRON FAN?! THIS GARDEN BELONGS TO RED BITCH’S MOM?!” Bei Da loudly exclaimed in shock.

3. “You’re not Macaque. Where’s the real Macaque? Where’s my Macaque?” Bei Da asked as she glared at the monkey.

“Wha…I am Macaque! Who else is Macaque?!” The other version of Macaque exclaimed.

“ME, BITCH!”

Here’s a bonus sneak peak! Since my AU uses songs like there’s no tomorrow, here’s a parody of FNAF The Musical Night 4!

Macaque: Is it true? Are they here? Am I going mad?

TS! Macaque: One mistake's all it takes, and this may go bad!

Macaque: No one's there!

TS! Macaque: No one's there!

Macaque: No one's-

Nezha: Is somebody there?

TS! Macaque: Few more hours left for me to stall!

Bei Da: Why's that nerd sneaking down the hall?

TS! Macaque: No one's there!

Macaque: Someone's there!

TS! Macaque, Bei Da, & Macaque: Wish I could say, no one's/Someone's there!

Tang: Hey there!

Macaque & Bei Da: *scream*

Tang: Ok, good talk…

TS! Macaque: I'll fill the void with noise...just focus on me!

Macaque: Something's breathing out beyond the door!

Ghonzhu: Hey it's me, I swear we've met before!

Macaque: I don't care!

TS! Macaque: No one's there!

Nezha: Where'd Xiaohua go?

Tang: She’s in there!

TS! Macaque: Hurry guys, I think I'm losing ground!

Bei Da: Why's that closet making monkey sounds?!

Xiaohua jumps out of the closet as Macaque and Bei Da scream.

Ghonzhu: Please come help us!

Tang: Hat Kid has gone insane!

Xiaohua: *unintelligible baby monkey sounds*

Nezha: Does this help explain?

That’s all the sneak peaks I have for now! Kay byeeee!

[the-galactic-catt]

INTRODUCTION POST !!! ☆☆☆

i'm finally making one of these yayy

i don't want it to take too much space, so you'll find the info you need under the cut:

about me

about the blog

tags i use

socials

NOTE: many of these sections will be getting updated, so make sure to re-read them every now and then in case i add any new rules or notes

☆ ABOUT ME

you can call me star

i am 18 (yippee. 🙂🔫)

my preferred pronouns are he/him and she/her, but i'm okay with any

aroace bigender mf who honestly couldn't care less about labels, i just use them for others' sake

ΞΥΠΝΑ ΕΛΛΗΝΑΑΑ 🇬🇷🇬🇷🇬🇷 (/j)

i'm autistic and i may also have ocd, though i am not diagnosed on that so take it with a grain of salt. i also definitely have anxiety (not diagnosed either, but i am 100% certain on this) so if we are mutuals and i don't interact with you much, that's why

i'll soon be studying to become a theatre major, so that's fun

i like to draw and write, and i want to one day publish my own books and comics

i love my ocs a little too much (i am NOT normal about them)

i am in way too many fandoms to count, but the ones i am currently posting about are: στο παρά πέντε, hetalia, sky: children of the light, bungo stray dogs, afk journey, the sonic movies

i consider myself a professional hater, so rant posts are not uncommon from me

cheese is the best food and you can't fight me on this, you WILL lose 🧀🧀🧀

my friends call me rat sometimes. i wonder why

☆ ABOUT THE BLOG

what you'll find here:

cringey art and writing

rants about things that don't really matter

cool awesome-sauce pictures, usually cats

crackships, rarepairs and multishipping nonsense

oc content (if i feel like it)

greekposting

some rules:

don't like, don't interact. if i or my content bothers you, feel free to block me. harassment is NOT tolerated here

please don't use any sexual language when talking to me or reblogging my stuff unless i have already used such language in the context you are replying

do not sexualise my ocs, even if they are adults

if you want to request for something (art, headcanons etc) please be specific on what you want me to share. the more details, the better

☆ TAGS I USE

star's art — my art, including fanart

star's writing — my writing, including exclusive content about it

star answers — all the questions i have answered

galactic migraines — posts about things that make me angry

starry nights — thoughts and ideas i get when i can't sleep

star rambles — stuff that i just happen to fixate on in the moment, sometimes random, sometimes interesting

star won't shut up — just me screaming into the void

galactic collection — things i find cool that i cannot save on my devices so i just keep them organised in a tag

star irl — news and stuff about me

star's babies — art, writing and rambles specifically about my ocs ! anything you ask about them is also included

galactic cats — my fellow comrades (cat pictures)

out of comets — posts without context

☆ SOCIALS:

youtube

archive of our own

bluesky

tiktok

THAT'S ALL FOLKS ! ☆☆☆

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Hello!!! How are you? The moment I read the be creative part in the dos and donts I had this idea...now just hear me out. Jimmy and Eggsy are twins (or brothers whatever works best for u <3) separated at birth which is how they ended up w their own separate lifes. At some point they find out about each other bc of Eggsys work. The reader is Eggsys best friend who is also a Kingsman and meets Jimmy (maybe at Eggsys wedding?) And Jimmy being Jimmy is all flirty and things start to develop between them? Could you maybe write about it? Ofc only if you have time and like the idea!

Note: Hi lovely. I want to thank you for your immense patience with me.

I know that this is on the short side but I'm proud of it. Also, sorry if there is spelling mistakes and other grammatical errors, I did try and edit but I may have missed some things.

I hope that you enjoy!

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Bad boy Jimmy Keene had grown up in an unhealthy home feeling like he had been missing a part of himself. For the longest time, he tried to fill that void with anything and everything he could think of. Drugs, alcohol, cars, money, weapons and most of all, women. He loved women.

He loved how he could chill with them the way he couldn’t with a man. He loved how their hands fit in his and he loved making them moan and scream his name. He loved the powerful feeling he got when they would look at him as though he was their next meal….the feeling more than mutual.

The one thing he loved more than anything? The darkened corners of the strip clubs he would visit on a late Friday night. A Friday night much like this one.

Jimmy swaggered into the building with a confidence about him that most of the people inside could never possess. Everyone except you.

You watched from the bar as Jimmy settled into his corner before the person in your ear piece spoke.

“Focus please, agent Vivian.” Merlin spoke as he noticed the woman staring at their target.

“I am. I’m watching the target to make sure he doesn’t do anything.” You said sassily, making Eggsy laugh through the ear piece.

You and Eggsy had been friends for a very long time and when this case came up, you were paired together which was a choice that Merlin now found himself regretting.

“I still can’t believe that we found him.” Eggsy said in disbelief that they were tracking his long-lost twin brother.

That fact he even had a brother to begin with was surreal to Eggsy but to find that the brother was identical to him, that was worlds of surreal that he didn’t think existed.

Before you could reply with your two cents on the matter, Jimmy was on the move and heading straight to where you were sitting.

You hadn’t noticed it but while you were talking to your colleagues, Jimmy’s eyes had fallen upon you, and he was enamoured by you and your beauty.

“Hello gorgeous.” Jimmy greeted as he came to a stand still next to you.

Your breath hitched when you faced him. It was like you were staring at Eggsy except Jimmy had an American accent and had black hair as apposed to Eggsy’s brown hair and south London accent. Sure Eggsy was hot and fucking sexy but Jimmy seemed to put Eggsy to shame.

“Gorgeous?” You questioned with a quirked brow.

“You’re right, you’re more than that.” Jimmy said, eyeing you up and down.

It made you feel self conscious if you were being honest, even if you did think Jimmy was modeled after a Grecian god.

“Does that shit ever work for you?” You asked, somewhat unimpressed that he was trying to get into your pants.

“You go girl.” Merlin whispered, speaking to you through your ear piece.

You wanted to laugh out loud at the Scotsman, but you didn’t. You held it in.

“Come on now, I saw you watching me.” Jimmy said, leaning in a little closer.

You tried to keep your cool.

“Who says it was out of interest?” You questioned with a hint of cheek in your tone.

Jimmy’s brows raised in surprise. He had never had someone so attractive play hard to get the way you were.

“I like you.” Jimmy said, pointing his finger at you as a smirk appeared on his face.

“Good to know.” You replied.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Jimmy asked and you shrugged.

“Nothing cliché and girlie.” You told him, giving in just a little, though you could feel Eggsy’s gaze burning a hole in your brain.

“Agent Vivian, there is no time for this now.” Merlin lectured.

You cleared your throat and made excused yourself to the bathroom.

Did you return to Jimmy against Merlin and Eggsy’s wishes, perhaps. Did you have a good time, maybe. Did you and Jimmy do the deed, you weren’t one to kiss and tell.

All you knew was that this bad boy had you wrapped around his little finger.

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Tag List:

@elizami11s @geo-winchester @stilessbaseballbat

[diamondangelkitten]

Vierapril Day 4: Clash

Annabeth smiles as the Endsinger dissipates into Meteion. While it had been a tough fight, the prayers of their friends had given them the strength to continue. “May we please, be friends?” She watches as Alinea kneels in front of Meteion and smiles, placing her head against the girl’s. Annabeth holds no ill will towards the girl. It had been the perfect combustion of terrible circumstances that had led them to this place in time, but at last it had been resolved. She turns to her comrades and sees Alira and Aurora smiling too. They all turn to each other and give each other a group hug, laughing at the fact that at the end, they still have each other… or so the thought went.

“After all this, now what will you do vaunted hero?” Zenos’ voice rings out and Annabeth can’t help but sigh. She knows that this will not end well, but she doesn’t know how. Alira rolls her eyes, “Can’t you just take a win? The world isn’t dead. You’ve been given, what, a third chance at life? Can’t you just find something else to occupy your time?!” Zenos turns to look at Alira, but it seems that he peers straight through, before turning back to Alinea. Eventually he opens his mouth, “As surely as you know the thrill of pushing your body and soul to their limits. Of confronting ever-mightier foes, dancing ever closer to the precipice, wondering if this will be the one to finally, finally fill the void. Such pleasures, you seek for their own sake, and no other reason. Is this not so adventurer?" Alinea looks at Alira, and a smile starts to form on the latter’s face. When Alinea looks at Annabeth, even she has to smile remembering her start as a guard patrolling the forest for her tribe. She looks as Alinea glances at Aurora, who sighs and shrugs, before giving a smirk of her own. The girls look at each other and nod in unison, as Alinea smirks and replies, “That, I can’t deny.”

And so their fray against Zenos begins. But soon, soon things take a turn for the worse. Alinea and Annabeth had chosen to tank in the fight against Meteion, where Aurora and Alira had taken in their magical classes. Annabeth and Aurora are throwing out shields whenever they can, but Annabeth can tell that Zenos means this fight to be the one to end them all if he can. When he does a slash that grazes Alira’s leg, she looks towards Alinea and they share a nod. Annabeth does her best to distract him, while Alinea works at casting her summoning spell, this time, to transport away. When Alira notices what’s happening, she’s outraged, but Aurora calls out, “You have a family, Alira. You have to be okay for Sibbie. Trust in us.” Alira makes sure she gets one more good solid hit on Zenos before being teleported back to the ship.

The three girls continue to get solid hits on Zenos as he gets more and more frustrated. Eventually realizing that Aurora is keeping them safe through her shielding, he gathers up his avatar and unleashes a deadly attack on her, breaking through her forcefields. Annabeth is just fast enough to block the killing blow on her, allowing Alinea to send Aurora away. Zenos is now screaming in rage that two of his prey have been left to escape. Annabeth goes in swinging, making sure to make every hit count even more so.

The fight continues for several more moments, but she notices the ground light up underneath her and she starts to feel the tug of teleportation. “Alinea, no!” “He wants me most of all of us. I’ve made my peace Annabeth. I’m not letting you die as well.” Before she can run out of it, Annabeth is brought back to the ship. She hits the ground with her fists, before realizing the jarring pain that shoots up her shoulder and causes her to see all the cuts and bruises on her. “Damn Alinea.” “Where is she? What’s happening?!” Voices shout around her, but all she feels is the numbing in her extremities and the feeling that she’s failed one of her closest friends.