#I’m gonna make her join the fandom eventually

[kens-ramblings]

okay so for background i work in first responder land, not as a first responder but my job deals with them on a regular basis. so basically here is my opinion on what kinda of first responder each of the batfam would be with little to no explanation :D

Alfred- maybe retired EMS? i know he does medical stuff with the bats so it just makes sense to me

Bruce- he’s a cop. idk what else to say he’s just such a cop and you can take that however you’d like🤨😐

Dick- 911 operator. i think he canonically was one at some point(please correct me if im wrong tho i am very slowly getting through comics) and its also one of the ones that just makes sense to me. like he wants to help but he does not want to do it on the same way B does and has always been good with people. so i feel like he’d probably enjoy it

Jason- maybe this is controversial but i’d say firefighter. like yes he died due to smoke inhalation but i also feel like he’d want to work through that trauma(bc bats can’t just go to therapy like normal people nooooo) by helping others to yk,,, not die in fires?? also it’s just another one of the ones idk how else to explain it the vibes are just there yk

Tim- I think he’d work in emergency management somewhere. like yes they are not exactly first responders and his character is a front lines guy, but we’ve also seen that he is a PLANNER. emergency management’s whole job is planning for what to do when things go to shit. plus they still go on scene as needed so he wouldn’t have to deal with JUST being a guy in a chair

Babs- i originally wasn’t gonna do her because i don’t really know her character all that well. but,,,, as i was writing tim’s i was like “oh this is also probably babs a bit ecspecially after her accident. like she was probably some sort of first responder,,, maybe cop to follow in her dads footsteps?? but also maybe not? like i said not exactly one of the characters know best,,,, but anyways after no longer being able to help on the front lines she joins gothams emergency management agency because they also help coordinate when big things happen so it makes sense to me

steph- another one i’m not super sure i know her characterization all that well outside of fandom, but im giving it my best go. i feel like she went into EMS. she spent some time with leslie and in a lot of normal capes aus i’ve read it seems like she’s always a med student so it makes sense to me

Cass- i’m actually kinda stumped on her. like realistically she could do any of the jobs she wanted because yk she’s highly skilled in damn near everything. like idk i just can’t picture her as anything other than kick ass vigilante. but if i had to choose,,,, maybe 911 operator, she could help with other languages and dispatchers really run this shit from the shadows. so final answer dispatcher i guess? but i feel like it is kinda a waste of her fighting talents but yk it is what it is

duke- he is another one i’m not 1000% on characterization, i don’t think he’s been in any of the comics i’ve read other than wayne family adventures. but anyways, my gut instinct was cop, but like in the way that he’s trying to change the system from the inside out. but then actually the whole gang thing came to mind and duke is def an ACAB kinda guy. like couldn’t stand to wear the uniform probs, so im actually gonna go with fire fighter. i also can’t really explain this one it’s just what my heart says.

Dami- he’s another one i think is a cop, but he is because he wants to be like Bruce. he starts out doing basically whatever B says but he eventually finds his own way. honestly i feel like after a stint he quits and joins like an EMS service for animals(i actually do not know if that’s a thing, but it is now) bc i think he would genuinely enjoy that and still feel like he’s helping yk?

[leynaeithnea]

Introduction:

Hehylo, I'm Leyna or Ley

-> she/her, sometimes they

-> I can legally drink in the US (I won’t, I'm boring, I don't rly drink, smoke, i don't even drink coffee or energy drinks, I'm boring, I’m also not from that continent)

-> probably bi, idek not straight probably

-> trying to be a functional member of society but not doing great with that yet, keep questioning my life choices every few weeks

-> my blog is probably not family friendly

-> I'm mostly active on discord, you can add me under @ leynadeyemi ....but I tend to ignore unknown requests so maybe lmk on here first

Tags:

#LeyAnswers (ask replies)

#LeyWonders (asking questions to myself or others)

#LeysDoodles (stuff I draw or doodle)

#LeyRambles (ranting about stuff, probably trying to make a point)

#LeyWrites (anything related to my writing projects)

-> fandom tags

-> might add more tags i.e. for reblogs or stuff like that eventually

-> the writing projects get their own tags too

Content:

I'm a writer....well, I’m working on it, I'm neither good at writing nor storytelling, worldbuilding or character creation, but writing is the only thing that when I do it I don‘t feel like I’m secretly wasting my time, so imma keep doing it

Occasionally I draw and slowly getting a tiny bit better at that, mostly practicing digital, sometimes on paper, I also like playing around with all other stuff of digital arts: animation, trying to get into music again, editing,….long list, but mostly writing probably

Main writing projects:

Stolen Kingdom (working title) (#DayNightDusk): fantasy - trilology - no day-night cycle, political conflicts, no magic, mc wants to go home, enemies to lover's - worldbuilding, planning, plotting, character creation [-> still new and fully up to change]

Minto Wild (#MintoWild): epic/portal fantasy (probably?) - series - nine worlds, wild magic, the gods are gone, mc can manipulate and feel fear – worldbuilding, planning

Changeling King (#ChangelingKing): fantasy, folklore - novel (probably, duology maybe) - changelings, curses, withering world, otherworld, fairies – worldbuilding, planning

Starless - Starlit - Starborn (#Astaranay): gaslamp fantasy, galaxy core - series/triology - scholarship, constellations, stolen magic – worldbuilding

Rustle of Wings (#RustleOfWings): gaslamp fantasy, folklore - short story - moth, death omen, apothecary, fairies – editing

Shadows of Truth (#CakeMelonSword/ ShadowsOfTruth): lgbt fantasy romance - co-written novel (with two friends) - gods, fey, angels, truth and lies – plotting

(More that arent more than a single line or idea)

Hobbies/Interests, that I might mention or rant about:

Editing, history, mythology, folklore, fairies, writing, english, linguistics, culture, storytelling, witchy stuff, gardening/foraging, psychology, sociology, science like astronomoy (kinda, not the maths and physics behind it) probably more stuff

Fandoms I might reblog or mention/reference more frequently:

Epic the Musical

The Odyssey

Captive Prince Series

All for the Game series

The Silmarillion

Additionally:

-> reading mostly fantasy and lgbt, sometimes non fiction…mostly for research, sometimes for the brain

-> whatever I'm currently watching

-> i don't play a lot of games (mostly genshin and assassins creed syndicate) nor am I rly involved into any game fandoms, want to explore more games in the future though

Friend shenenigans with:

@underexasperation

@rudegizmo

@diovoppio

(Might start tagging interactions with #mydearestfriends)

#mutuals for interactions with other friends :>

Oh, i also tested out what these new communities were and made one for my stories, but considering I've only have two somewhat acceptable short-stories and an actually good co-written one, I don't think that's gonna be relevant anytime soon 😬 Unless you want me to ramble about my WIPs, in which case I wont refuse

[cuntyglam]

one piece characters that i desperately need more of

buckle up. this is a long post because i’m gonna pick one from almost every arc i’ve seen so far. i’m an absolute fiend for characters with little to no screen time, so this is my way of showing love to some of the minor characters from one piece !!

koby

i know he shows up from time to time, but i would really like more of him. he’s so sweet and cute and i’m a kobylu truther and i need him to give up being a tool of the state so he can sail the seas with his boyfriend and his boyfriend and his boyfriend and-

vivi

i know she eventually shows up again, but i so badly wish she joined the straw hats. this list is kinda becoming “characters i wish were straw hats/that i ship with straw hats,” but i promise a lot of the characters are here for other reasons besides those two !! but yes, namivivi is so real it hurts. i remember virtually mourning the loss of vivi when she didn’t join the strawhats, even though i knew it was coming. i will rep namivivi til the day i die.

wyper

wyper is the reason i made this list. he means everything to me. he is the best native rep i have seen in anime and it hurts me how under loved he is in the fandom. people call him annoying or too violent but he perfectly captures the rage that builds when people have had to live under colonization for generations. he is so close to my heart and i’m slowly starting a collection for him so i can make a wyper ita bag !! i just want to see more of him, whether he show up to say hi to the strawhats every hundred eps or so, or if they cut back to skypeia to show how they’re doing, i just miss him so much. anyone who says to skip skypiea is at best stupid and at worst a racist freak that hates native people.

kiwi & mozu

these literal queens are the other reason i made this list. i love them so much and they’re just so funny. they’re amazing sisters and i wish we could see more of them !!

cindry

she is adorable and so so tragic. i don’t necessarily wish she continued showing up in the series, i just wish we had more of her in thriller bark. they don’t really explain the whole “her body remembers who she was even though her soul is gone” thing and i wish they explored that more. she’s also absolutely hilarious and i wish she was more loved in the fandom, despite how small a character she is (though i know she does have a few die hards).

shakky

she’s just literally so cool. she’s gorgeous and her relationship with rayleigh is amazing. they love each other so much but they both give each other enough space to do pretty much whatever they want !! their relationship seems to be somewhat canonically open since she flirts with brooke and i just think she’s a really cool character. also she used to be queen of amazon lily ?!?? how fucking cool is that !!

queen iva

i know her legal name, but most of her friends call her iva so i will too. she is a star, and i absolutely love her. i want more of her so bad, i want her to be a reoccurring character and I WANT IT NOW. not much else to say, she just slays so hard.

madam shyarley

why was she such a minor character ? she had such a cool character design, is the sister (i’m not sure if by blood or by adoption/found family) of arlong, and has fortune telling powers, for what ?!?? three episodes ?!?? a tragedy. she deserved better.

aaaand now we’re all caught up !! i haven’t finished punk hazard yet so i’m going to finish here !! i’ll try to remember to do another one of these once i’m caught up !!

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait (Season 3) Chapter 12

Red Menace Part 1 (Sean’s POV)

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N: Sean joins Nick and Hank on a case involving a wesen healer with a dark past.

The next morning, Sean did not want to get up. Not because he was tired, but because he had his beautiful pregnant soulmate wrapped up in his arms. If he had his way, he’d never stray far from her side ever again. However, he knew that wouldn’t always be possible. They were still naked, having crawled under the covers, falling asleep not long after their reunion. He felt Lorelei stir, stretching slightly before she turned over to face him, a beautiful smile crossing her face as soon as she saw him. “Mmm, morning.” She said, snuggling closer to him.

“Morning.” He said, smiling down at her. He gently tilted her chin up, pressing a sensual kiss to her waiting lips. Her own hand slid up to cup his cheek as she returned the kiss. However, Lorelei broke the kiss with a gasp, her hand leaving his cheek to rest on her stomach. Sean felt panic. He sat up. “Are you ok? Is it the baby?”

Lorelei smiled up at him, a look of wonder on her face. “Everything’s fine. It’s just…I think I can feel her moving.”

A smile broke out on Sean’s own face as his hand joined Lorelei’s. He waited for a moment. “I don’t feel anything.”

“I don’t feel anything on the outside either. It’s very faint, like…fluttering…like butterflies in my tummy.” She told him. Sean’s slight disappointment must have shown on his face, as Lorelei’s hand return to cup his cheeks. “Give it a few weeks, mon amour. You’ll be able to feel her.”

Sean eventually dragged himself out of bed. He did have to get down to the precinct, make sure it was still standing. And it was. As he entered, he called Nick into his office. The detective entered, closing the door behind him.

“I was wondering when you were gonna come back.” Nick commented. “How was it?”

Sean perched on the edge of his desk, while Nick leaned against the cabinet beside it. “Well, the Verrat paid a personal call.” Sean told him.

“They found out you were there.”

“Let’s just say there was an indiscretion, but we handled it.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t make any arrests.”

Sean glanced away briefly, contemplating his next words. He looked back at Nick. “There’s a great deal at stake here Nick. Allegiances are shifting. My brother’s death has caused a great deal of turmoil.”

“Too bad I didn’t get a chance to meet your brother.” Nick said.

A small smirk crossed Sean’s face. “I would’ve liked to have seen that.”

“They find out you were involved?”

Sean shook his head. “They’re not certain of anything except that you and I pose a great threat.”

Nick nodded slowly. “What about Lorelei? Do you think they know she’s pregnant? A Grimm carrying Royal blood. I get the feeling that is something they’d be interested in.”

Sean sighed. “I honestly don’t know. If they do, my contacts haven’t heard anything. All we can really do is keep her close.”

There was a knock on the door before it opened, revealing Hank. “Welcome back Captain.” Hank greeted him. “Sorry to interrupt, but somebody got themselves killed. Anybody interested?”

The detectives returned a couple of hours later. They’d found the victim in the deep freezer of a restaurant, sans his uniform. Sean stood by Nick’s desk as they showed him the surveillance footage.

“This is the guy we think killed the waiter.” Nick told him.

“He knows there’s cameras, that’s why he’s carrying the box.” Hank commented.

“And this, is him ten minutes later.” Nick added, showing footage of the suspect, box still obscuring his identity, entering a room.

“Is that the storage room?” Sean asked, stepping forward to get a closer look.

Nick nodded. “Yeah. He goes in, never comes back out.”

“So, he kills the waiter, steals the uniform, what’s the motive?” Sean questioned.

Nick changed to the footage from a different camera. It showed a group of people, applauding at something. “This guy.” Nick said. “Boris Myshkin, guest of honour.”

“The killer must have needed the uniform as a disguise.”

Sean straightened up. “Myshkin. I’ve heard of him. He’s some sort of Russian healer.”

“Sounds like a scam artist to me.” Hank said, looking up at Sean from his position on the edge of Nick’s desk.

“According to the restaurant owner, Myshkin is staying with this woman, Mila Guryanova.” Nick said, zooming in on one woman, before shifting to the woman beside her. “And this is his wife, Olga.”

“How does Olga feel about them?” Sean asked, referring to the woman surrounding Myshkin. The man seemed to be flirting with one particular woman.

“What? His groupies?” Hank asked.

Nick smirked. “Doubt she calls them that.” He commented, as he went back to the footage from near the storage room, where they could see their victim being dragged into it by their suspect.

“Any idea who the assailant is?” Sean asked them.

“Not yet. Lab’s still trying to clean up the image.” Nick said, straightening up to look at Sean.

“And no one reported the assault?”

“No.” Hank said, as the suspect left the storage room wearing the waiter’s uniform. “We believe Myshkin threw his attacker out the window.”

“And he went back to the party like nothing happened.” Nick added.

“So, the guy who attacked him, could still be on the loose.” Hank finished.

“If someone tried to kill Myshkin, there’s no reason to think he won’t try it again.” Nick said, crossing his arms.

“We need to talk to Myshkin.” Sean said, glancing at the detectives. “We’re dealing with Russian citizens. If the State Department decides to get involved, I’d like to stay in front of this one. I’m coming with you.”

Sean pulled up in front of the property Boris Myshkin was staying at, and the three of them got out of the car. “This is the kind of neighbourhood I wish all my crimes took place in.” Hank commented, looking around.

“You should know that in Russia, these healers are revered.” Sean told them.

“So are circus clowns.” Hank said, glancing at Sean.

“Well, this one threw a guy through a window.” Nick said, as they walked up the driveway.

They soon reached the front door, which was opened by a young woman in a maid’s uniform.  Nick held up his badge. “We’re looking for Boris Myshkin.”

“Please wait here.” She said in a Russian accent, gesturing to the foyer.

They entered, as she closed the door behind them before disappearing down a hallway. Sean glanced around, seeing there were other people also waiting, including a young girl in a wheelchair. They must be people seeking out Myshkin’s healing abilities. A short while later another woman approached them. “I am Mila Gurayanova. This is my home.” She said, also with a Russian accent. “The Myshkin’s are my guests.”

As she said that, yet another woman came out. Sean recognised her as Myshkin’s wife, Olga.  “What do you want with my husband?” She asked, looking the three of them in confusion.

“We need to ask him a few questions concerning a police investigation.” Sean told her.

“Now is not a good time. He’s doing a healing.” Olga told them.

“This shouldn’t take too long.” Nick advised her.

Olga looked at them for a moment before turning around. “This way.” She said, walking in the direction she had come from.

They were led into a large room where they found Myshkin with a man and a teenage boy. “My boys wound won’t heal.” The man was saying. “It never heals, it just gets worst.”

“It’s hot.” The teenager said, as Myshkin placed his hands on the boy’s shoulder.

Sean noticed Nick looking at Myshkin’s hand with interest. “What do you see?” Sean asked him quietly.

“Something with his hand.” Was his reply, still looking.

Myshkin’s other hand hovered above the boy’s head for a moment, before Myshkin stumbled into a nearby table. Olga rushed to him. She and the other man helped Myshkin sit down. They watched as the father moved to his son, removing the bandage from his head, with the father stating the wound had healed and that Myshkin had done it.  He thanked him profusely before Olga ushered them out.

Sean stepped forward, coming to stand in front of Myshkin. “Sorry for the interruption. I’m Captain Renard.” He said. “This is Detective Burkhardt, Detective Griffin.”

“What do you want?”

“You were at a party at a restaurant last night.” Nick stated. “A waiter was murdered there.”

“What happened? “Olga asked, coming to stand behind her husband. Myshkin waved his hand at his wife, indicating for her to be quiet.

“According to restaurant surveillance, the man who killed the waiter also tried kill you.” Sean said, watching Myshkin closely.

“Don’t tell them, we must be careful.” Olga told Myshkin in Russian.

“Olga, please.” Myshkin said. “We have to tell the truth.”

“Never to the police.” Olga said, looking off to the side. Sean could hear the distrust for them in her voice.

“No one calls the police in Russia.” Sean stated in Russian. He felt everyone’s eyes on him. Myshkin and Olga were looking at him in surprise. “They’re useless.”

“Why am I not surprised?” He heard Hank say quietly to Nick.

Sean looked down at Myshkin. “You told your wife you’d tell the truth.” He said to him.

“I have nothing to hide.” Myshkin said, getting up. “The man attacked me and I fought back.”

“You ever seen this man before?” Sean asked.

“No. But he too spoke Russian.” Myshkin said, walking away, stripping his vest off before placing it on a nearby chair. “He’s saying…” He finished the sentence in Russian.

“What’s that mean?” Hank asked Sean.

Sean shook his head. “It doesn’t really translate but if you’re gonna kill somebody you hate, it certainly fits the occasion.”

Nick stepped forward. “Any reason why this man hates you enough to kill you?” He asked.

Myshkin shrugged. “Ah, many.” He said, before lifting up his shirt, revealing scars across his abdomen. “Sometimes…sometimes I try to heal someone, and I fail.” He lowered his shirt, tucking it back into his pants. “Some say I do the Devil’s work. Some men are jealous because of their foolish wives fall in love with me, but that I can’t help.”

“What happened to the man who attacked you?” Nick asked, as Sean removed his hands from his pockets, moving them to cross his chest.

“I threw him out the window.” Myshkin admitted. “He ran away.”

“You should have reported it.” Nick told him.

“If I’d known that he had already murdered someone, I would’ve.”

“It’s possible he may try again.” Sean said, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a business card. “So, I’m gonna leave a patrol unit parked just outside in case.” He handed the business card to Myshkin. “If you see anything suspicious, please give us a call immediately. Here the police are not useless.”

As they headed towards the front door, the maid from early approached Sean. “Is Myshkin in trouble?”

“Would you care if he was?” Sean asked her in Russian.

“He’s a great man.” She replied.

“Great men have faults.” He told her.

“That’s true.” She switched to English. “Where did you learn to speak Russian?”

“I spent a couple of years in Moscow when I was younger.”

“You speak the language very well.”

“Thank you. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.” She replied.

“What’d you see?” Hank asked Nick as they exited the house.

Nick glanced back at him. “The skin of Myshkin’s hand became transparent when he was healing that kid. I could see his bones. Could you? Nick asked Sean.

“No, no, but what you’re describing is a koschie. I remember meeting one once with my mother in Moscow. He, uh, he was a healer just like Myshkin.” He stopped walking, and the other two did as well. “He wore these long monk’s robes, he didn’t drink, and according to my mother, he was celibate, which was why he came to her. Evidently, the healing fired up his sex drive, and he needed a potion to put the brakes on.”

“Myshkin’s libido could use some of that.” Hank commented. “Man likes to party.”

“Oh, he doesn’t seem to be suffering too much guilt about his marriage.” Nick said, as the resumed walking back to the car.

“Or maybe he’s suffering too much.” Sean suggested. “He is Russian after all. I’ll call a few friends in Moscow, see what I can find out.”

As they were driving back to the precinct, Nick’s phone rang, and he dug it out of his pocket. “Hmm, it’s Lorelei.” Nick said, glancing at Sean who glanced back at him in interest. Nick answered the call. “Hey…Ok…Look, Lore, I hate to break it to you, but that car is older than you. It might be time to trade it in…It’s your car, you can do what you want with it…Uh huh…Do you need a ride somewhere?...Alright, well have fun. Talk later. Love you.”

“Everything alright?” Sean asked him once he had ended the call.

“Oh, yeah. Lorelei’s car wouldn’t start. She checked all the usuals, but no luck. I think it’s time she got a new one. But since it was Aunt Marie’s, she wanted to check with me before trading it in.”

Sean glanced at him before returning his gaze to the road. “Does she need a lift?”

Nick shook his head. “No. She’s going to see a movie with some friends, so she got a lift from them. She was just letting me know her plan to get rid of the car. Thought I might want it for sentimental reasons.” He shrugged.

Sean nodded. The car Lorelei had been using was old. He had been wanting to suggest she get a new one for some time but knew that she loved the vehicle she had. Maybe she would be amendable to him helping her get another, more reliable car.  He would discuss it with her when he returned home.

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[cheese-muffin13]

the Megaverse (part 1)

this project idea has been floating around in my head for almost 4-5 years now and has gone through a lot of changes, however I think I’m confident enough to sure my ideas now.

the Megaverse is a project I plan to make that has both multiple fandoms like Scp, Genshin impact, little nightmares and more fandoms I like as well as original stories, concepts and ideas.

however I’ve come to realise that most of this stuff especially if it’s from a IP like Genshin or little nightmares would be copyrighted so I couldn’t make anything out of it, however that was never my main goal to begin with, the actual reason I want to create the Megaverse is because I’m passionate about it, it’s not for money or anything worldly it’s because I enjoy telling stories.

so I’ve created this post to share my ideas and hopefully find some people who might be interested or could give some constructive criticism for it. Without further ado let me tell you about my ideas for what I am planning to create.

It will be split into two phases or as I am calling them ‘generations’ gen 1 is to establish the basic lore and build a foundation (get it) for gen 2 which will be the meat and bones of the story.

the Megaverse has three main universes in it I have titled the Delta, Zoda and beta, originally the Megaverse was one big universe but after a great catastrophe it got split into three separate but still interconnected ones.

fandoms included are the Scp foundation, little nightmares and Genshin impact for the delta, the Zoda has two original stories, a story inspired by famous horror movies like the ring and Friday the 13th, a story drawing and improving upon classic creepypastas and internet horror, and the netflix series brand new animal (weird I know, but please bare with me). Finally the beta has a main timeline as well as two converging timelines, the main timeline has an original story as well as devilman, one of the converging timelines has both the web series created by Darian Quiloy Vita Carnis and Trigun, and the other timeline has a teenage audience based version of the pbs kids show Wordgirl.

this is gonna be a long post so I’m gonna place the stories under the cut.

story one- Scp- the seven warriors

it’s about two cousins named Zira and Lyra hail who have recently joined the Scp foundation like their grandfather before them, they are tasked by a mysterious research woman known as Dr Rina Scarlette to recover the seven spears after a cult raids site 19 and takes them, they encounter 5 other young people working for the foundation and throughout the series are forced to defeat foes from the chaos insurgency, to dangerous cults and even monsters of unknown origins.

I know it’s probably not the best summary but I tried, this is going to be my first story I create so please I would really appreciate some ideas or feedback here.

story two- the arcadians

it’s an original story taking place in a world where there are humans but then there are also supernatural humans (there are multiple different types and subspecies like beastmen (from BNA) but they are usually just seen as a full humanoid species) the main setting for the story is a decently sized island off the coast of the British isles known as Arcadia (inspired by legends from the United Kingdom) which is said to be one of the sacred homelands of the supernaturals, the story follows a girl who lost her mother when she was young, her name is autumn and she has aspirations of becoming a doctor like her father, she eventually gets sent to Arcadia to study and she makes new friends with a bunch of other supernaturals including reuniting with a childhood friend. The story follows autumn and her friends as they slowly uncover the truth about Arcadia and are eventually forced to team up with another group of supernaturals from America known as the Halloween street heroes (read about story three for more details) and they manage to defeat an ancient evil.

story three- the Halloween street heroes

it follows the story of Satako (from the ring) after a powerful witch sacrifices herself to bring her back, she is discovered by a police officer and is soon relocated to Jewel Cove the city mad especially for supernaturals that borders Lake Superior in Michigan, she encounters several other supernaturals including her family on her mothers side The Dalane family (their basically one of the supernatural families that are like royalty) and she meets her cousin Jason (from Friday the 13th), she makes friends with other characters like the granddaughter of Freddy krewger, a version of chucky where he is a supernatural who can possess things or move things around telepathically and of course a young version of ghost face who can summon weapons. They eventually join the arcadians in fighting and defeating the ancient evil.

there are more stories of coarse but that’s all I can really share right now, but I will be making a part two or even three for the other stories so stay tuned.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader long fic where reader is Joe's girlfriend and reader is acting in a play in and when the play is over, reader is outside talking to a friend and when reader’s friend leaves, reader hears someone say behind her, “Can I have your autograph miss?”, and when reader turns around it’s Joe with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and she lights up at the sight of him and greets him with a kiss and he wraps his arm around her shoulder and they walk together on the streets of New York for a little bit and then eventually go back to his house and have a romantic and cute night with each other?

Your Biggest Fan

Fandom: Actor, American Actor, RPF

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, You

Word Count: 1305 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: Joe makes up for missing Reader's play.

Tags/ Warnings: Fluff, Reader is and Actress, Theatres, Kissing, Implied Sexual Content, Established Relationship, Requested Fic, Requests, Tooth Rotting Fic, Forehead Kisses, Giving Flowers, Love, New York City,

Notes: here ya go lovely @borhapgirlforlife19

Y/N sighed and threw the cotton pad down on the vanity. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Without the thick makeup, she wore for the stage on she looked tired and washed out. That only added to her glum mood. She wasn’t in the mood for much today. It was her last show of the week and one that her boyfriend Joe had planned to attend but he had texted her just as she was about to go on stage telling her there was no way he was going to make it due to something coming up. She had been a little letdown. Due to his work schedule, he had yet to see her in her new role and besides that, they had barely seen each other anyway. The plan had been for him to watch the show and then they were going to let their hair down. Go for something to eat, maybe even a few drinks. But now she faced going home alone.

As she tidied up her dressing table, so it would be ready for the upcoming week, there was a knock at the door. She turned and found her friend Becca sticking her head around the door.

‘Hey,’ she said as she came into the room properly. ‘Hey,’ Y/N saId. ‘Feel like going for a drink?’ she said throwing herself into the armchair in the corner of the room, ‘I need one after this week.’ ‘I don’t know,’ Y/N said. ‘Oh come on,’ she said, ‘another successful week we should let our hair down.’ ‘I was meant to be,’ she grumbled, sighing as Becca’s brow furrowed, causing her to explain, ‘Joe and I were supposed to be going out tonight but he’s had to cancel.’ ‘Well some of the girls are going to Rudy’s,’ Becca said, ‘I said I was gonna see what you were up to and then join ‘em later.’ ‘Well I was just gonna go home but what the hell. I might as well enjoy myself,’ Y/N said. ‘Atta girl,’ Becca smiled.

They chatted whilst Y/N got changed into her own clothes and then they headed outside. They left through the stage door which brought them out onto a dimly lit alley that though it wasn’t the most pleasant could’ve been a whole lot worse. It was dark now, the majority of light coming from the street ahead of them. Y/N shrunk into her coat, feeling the bitter wind of a New York winter blowing through the alley like it was being funnelled directly into it.

‘Geez it’s cold,’ she said as they walked towards the street. ‘I know,’ Becca said, ‘I’m gonna need a drink just to warm me up.’ ‘Well first rounds on me,’ Y/N started though she stopped as Becca slowed down, pulled out her phone, and frowned, ‘what is it?’ ‘My sister,’ she said, ‘she’s in the hospital.’ ‘Is she okay?’ Y/N asked. ‘It’s not her,’ she said, scrolling through the message, ‘it's her husband. She needs me to go watch my niece and nephew.’ ‘Oh,’ Y/N said, feeling disappointed that her plans had been dashed again. Though she rationalised her night could be worse, ‘well you gotta do what you gotta do. Is he gonna be okay?’ ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘looks like he was showing my nephew how to skateboard and well he doesn't know how to skateboard it seems.’ ‘Well I hope he's okay soon,’ Y/N said. Becca nodded and leaned in to hug her before she said, ‘see ya next week.’ ‘See ya,’ Y/N replied watching as she headed to the street quickly and disappeared around the corner. Y/N sighed and continued to stroll up the alley. Well, she did until she heard a voice behind her.

‘Excuse me miss,’ the voice said. Y/N turned around to find Joe standing behind her several paces beaming a smile at her before he said, ‘can I have your autograph?’

Y/N broke into a wide smile as he walked towards her, noticing the bunch of flowers in his hand. He came towards her, handing her the flowers as her his arms went around her waist, pulling her to him.

‘You came!’ she said, happiness lacing her voice as all her frustrations and sadness evaporated. ‘Well I am your number one fan,’ Joe said. ‘My number one fan who’s never seen my play,’ she giggled. Joe acted shocked, ‘excuse me I was in the audience tonight!’ ‘I thought you were busy,’ she raised an eyebrow. ‘I was,’ he said, ‘but as soon as I was done I raced here. I managed to catch the last twenty minutes. You were phenomenal.’ ‘Oh I wish you’d managed to see it all,’ she said, ‘I bet you didn’t have a clue what was going on.’ ‘I was a little lost. I won't lie,’ he smirked, ‘but that meant I got to stare at you instead so I was good.’ ‘Well maybe next time you can see the whole thing,’ she said. ‘Can I still stare at you the whole time?’ he smiled. ‘My number one fan can do as he pleases,’ she giggled, pulling out of his grasp and looping her arm in his, ‘you know what?’ ‘What?’ he said. They were on the street now, ambling down it slowly, arm in arm. ‘Since you’re my number one fan I’ll even treat ya to dinner,’ she smiled. ‘Sounds good to me.’

Y/N and Joe walked a few blocks before they found somewhere to eat. They tucked themselves away in the back, somewhere they could be alone, and able to talk about their days. Joe told her about the scheduling drama they’d had at work which meant all his scenes had gotten rejigged leaving him working well into the evening. She’d told him about her show and how she’d missed him when he’d told her he had to miss it. Their food came and went and though they enjoyed it they didn’t notice it much as they were too enraptured in one another. Pretty soon they decided to call it a night and headed back to Joe’s apartment rather than go for drinks as planned.

Y/N was sitting on the couch, a blanket over her, watching Joe. He was in the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of wine. His hips were swaying to the song in his head he was humming to. Y/N giggled as he turned around and caught her watching him.

‘What?’ he said coming in from the kitchen and sitting down on the couch beside her as he handed her her drink. He clicked the film they had loaded on the TV. ‘Nothing,’ she said with a smile, ‘you’re just cute.’ ‘Is that right?’ he said as he threw an arm around her. ‘Yeah it is,’ she said, taking a sip of wine and then placing it on the coffee table. ‘Well I think you’re pretty cute too,’ he said leaning in so he could place a kiss on her temple, ‘and I’m glad we got to have tonight together.’ ‘Me too,’ she said. Their eyes locked again and Y/N could feel a flutter in her stomach pulling her in. She leaned in and kissed him gently. She felt as he placed his glass down and pulled her into him, deepening the kiss. Then he was moving, pushing her backwards until she lay flat against the couch with him hovering over the top of her. ‘We’re not gonna watch this movie are we?’ she said with a giggle. Joe moved a hair off of her face and smirked, ‘ah I’ve seen it before.’ ‘Well then,’ she said, giving him a quick kiss, ‘you better put on a good show instead.’ ‘I always do.’

[daughter-of-melpomene]

For the faceclaim and fandom ask game: Halle Bailey + Glee, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

OH, NOW THIS COMBINATION IS GENIUS!! Thanks so much, Alexandra!! <3 (And I’m also gonna tag @luucypevensie and @carmens-garden for funsies.)

NAME: Ally Willis.

LOVE INTEREST: Rachel Berry.

SUMMARY: The daughter of a wealthy politician and a recent child of divorce, Ally isn’t exactly thrilled about moving to a small town in Ohio of all places. Sure, everyone at school admires her fashion and her family’s money and wants to be her friend, and she’s able to find a place on the cheerleading squad pretty quickly, but she doesn’t want to live with just her dad in a house that’s too big and ornate for just two people and go to school with a bunch of people who only want to be her friend for selfish reasons - she wants to be back in DC with her mom, using her platform to speak on social issues and going to huge protests that march right past the White House. So, as a last desperate resort, Ally decides to join the group of “freaks” and outcasts known as McKinley High’s glee club, figuring that her dad will have to let her move back to live with her mom if she gets bullied bad enough in Lima. She doesn’t quite count on actually making friends among this little island of misfit toys, and she definitely doesn’t count on falling in love with an ambitious drama queen with one of the best voices she’s ever heard.

OTHER INFO:

My girl is possibly the greatest fashionista to ever grace the halls of McKinley High. Santana hates her for this.

She’s also very conscious of social issues - definitely does not hesitate to call any member of the New Directions out when they’re being homophobic to Kurt or Santana or ableist to Artie or anything.

Her story is very much that classic tale of someone using or joining a group purely as a means to accomplish something that will get them away from that group, but then they quickly realize that they actually like all the people in that group and can’t bring themselves to leave.

She has a huge love for Disney movies, and is responsible for almost all of the Disney songs New Directions covers.

She and Rachel do not like each other at all at first, especially once it’s revealed that Ally only joined the New Directions so that she could get out of Lima, but they eventually grow closer and enter into what’s actually a very loving and very musical relationship.

send me a fandom + a faceclaim and i’ll make an oc!!

[jordanianprincesses]

Big wedding tomorrow! I just took a peek at royal confessions and Rajwa is apparently the new favorite married in royal. Makes a lot of sense. She’s new, foreign (to me) and we don’t know anything about her. There aren’t any scandals, she’s in the 20, early 30s age group, college graduate, comes from wealth, an equestrian, great fashion and will eventually be queen. No one knows her opinion on things and I’m guessing from the region/family the narrative will be tight. There may be new trips, a cause she supports, kiddos to look forward to etc. it’s all so new!

I know this page is new and I came into to royal watching fandom around lockdown. The blogs I mainly follow are geared towards the BRF. A lot of those ladies and gents?have been a watcher long before William and Catherine and some like me started up with Megxit or even just as they (MM) joined the firm. Quarantine solidified it all and brought in more people with the drama (even just loosely), the Harkles relentlessly throwing “shade” to say the least back at the firm and the press playing into it all. I think allot of new watchers might flock to Jordan watching especially if they do more public appearances despite the language barrier. It’s new royal escapism. I read on another blog that a new wedding seems to do that for a royal house. Like a big reset and all the royal ladies will wear tiaras…. Yeah gonna bring a lot of attention.

I wished a read Arabic, in general I’d like to learn. & so I could also read what’s going on over there. I’m in the states.

All the best to Jordan.

Helllo, welcooome !!

On the contrary hhh I joined the royal fandom because of the Jordanian royal family than I knew bout the British one! Yess so much drama tbh 😂

About Rajwa apparently yeees she's the new favorite married in royal. She's somehow special, I mean her personality she's so extrovert and friendly!

And we got to see royal ladies in tiaras I liked that ( I was thrilled specially to see Iman and Salma with tiaras!)

The wedding was a royal escapism and a beautiful fairytale! I think the coverage on Hussein and Rajwa in the future may sometimes be translated in English! I encourage you to learn Arabic it's not that difficult trust me !

[inevitablemoment]

Seasons Always Change

Word Count: 705

Warnings: Past spousal death, mentions of ovarian cancer, cemeteries/graveyards

Fandom: Ghostbusters

Pairings: Egon Spengler x Janine Melnitz, Egon Spengler x Cathleen Paige (past)

I was in the mood for something a little angsty, so I thought I’d dip my toes back into this ‘verse.

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Janine pulled her coat further around her body to further protect herself from the January chill. She followed Egon and Callie through the gates of the cemetery. Memories of her grandparents’ funerals, and her father’s funeral only a few years ago, entered her mind as she felt that familiar chill that definitely wasn’t from the weather.

When she had arrived at work, she had noticed that Egon had been a little more withdrawn than normal. He had been reluctant to leave Callie when they got a call, despite Janine’s reassurances. Callie’s preschool was still off for Winter Break, so Janine did her best to entertain her. Eventually, she had run out of games, and Callie had been more than content to draw with her crayons at Peter’s desk.

Janine had gone in to check on her, and asked what she was drawing.

“A birthday card,” Callie answered.

“Oh, who’s it for?” Janine asked, thinking that she was making it for a friend at school.

“Mommy,” Callie said.

Janine froze for a moment. Of course, the topic of Egon’s late wife came up, whether it was Egon or Peter or Ray mentioning a fond memory of her, or Callie asking questions about her due to having barely been two years old when she died. It was a delicate topic, and she didn’t want to poke at a wound that had barely healed. Both Peter and Ray had expressed surprise that Egon would want to dive into a relationship again, but Ray quickly did damage control by telling Janine that it wasn’t a commentary on her as a person.

“You’re making a card for your mommy?” Janine tried to keep her voice neutral.

For Callie, it was just a fact of her life that her mother was gone and that her father was raising her on his own. Most of the other kids at her preschool had their moms pick them up or waiting at home for them, so the wish for her mother to be there obviously came up sometimes. But otherwise, she had time to adapt the reality of life without Cathleen, and was content with her father and her uncles.

“Uh-huh,” Callie replied. “Today’s her birthday.”

“It is?”

“Later, Daddy’s gonna take me to see her,” Callie added. “And he’s gonna give her flowers, and I’m gonna give her this card.”

Janine had been surprised when Egon asked her to join them at the cemetery. They had only been together for a couple of months, and she didn’t know if he or Callie would be comfortable with his new girlfriend intruding on such a private family moment. But she accepted his offer because she wanted to support the both of them.

As she followed them, she was quick to spot a simple, marble headstone. At the top was an engraving of a rose lying in the spine of an open book, with the words below:

CATHLEEN SPENGLER

Beloved Wife and Mother. A Storyteller.

Jan. 2nd, 1945 - March 8th, 1983

Egon knelt down, brushing his hand against the cool marble as if stroking Cathleen’s cheek and setting the bouquet of violets, pink carnations, and snowdrops before the headstone. “Happy birthday, Cath.”

Janine tried not to eavesdrop as Egon talked to his wife’s headstone. Most of what she just picked up was him talking about Callie, how she was doing in school, and how much they both missed her. Callie set her birthday card, depicting her and Egon outside the firehouse on the front, and Cathleen in her wedding dress on the back. Callie began to chatter on about what was going on in her world, and about the business from her perspective.

“Janie!”

Janine looked up upon hearing Callie call her name and subconsciously took a step forward.

“Do you wanna meet my mommy?” Callie asked.

Janine’s face started to feel hot, and she started to get that feeling that she might not exactly be wanted here. She looked to Egon for some sort of approval, and he carefully nodded. She knelt down next to him and laid her gloved hand on top of the headstone.

“Hello, Cathleen,” she said, sounding a little unsure. “I’m... I’m Janine.”

I’ll look after them both. I promise.

[s1rcus]

The Future Generations [3/?]

Rating: Mature

Words:   1328

Fandoms: Overwatch

Relationships: Moira O'Deorain/Angela “Mercy” Ziegler  

Characters: Moira O'Deorain, Angela “Mercy” Ziegler  

Additional tags: Trans Angela “Mercy” Ziegler, Pre-Fall of Overwatch, Kid Fic, Eventual Sex, Fake Science, POV Moira O'Deorain

Summary: Angela comes to Moira with an interesting proposal one late evening which makes the two start working closely together in secret.

Story below the cut or in AO3 here

Chapter 1 | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

"Ziegler, Angela!" A nurse shouted from near the end of the corridor.

Angela had dragged Moira to the first proper ultrasound. She didn't want to go alone and was set on not telling anyone in Overwatch about the pregnancy before the second trimester. She'd booked an appointment at a small clinic that was as far away from the Watchpoint as possible while still being within Zurich.

Angela hopped to her feet from the chair she was sitting on and started walking towards the nurse. It took Moira a second to realize she's supposed to be following before she got up as well and caught up with Angela.

"You're certain we can trust this doctor?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes."

"How can you be sure?"

"Well just doctor-patient confidentiality should be enough, but I also know her. We did our residency at the same hospital. I trust her, so could you please too."

Moira just grunted in response. Knowing Angela knew this doctor personally helped a little but she still worried someone might tip off that Mercy had been visiting a doctor outside of Overwatch.

Angela and the nurse exchanged some words in German Moira couldn't understand. She had very basic knowledge of German as a language but when it came to Swiss German she was absolutely lost almost constantly. The nurse left and Angela hopped on to sit on the examination table. Not soon after a woman in white doctor's coat walked in.

"Oh, Dr. O'Deorain. I wasn't aware you'd be joining us today."

"You know what I told you over the phone. Moira is the other parent and I asked her here because she has the right to experience all of this as well. And she's my moral support," Angla butted to the middle.

“Yes, yes. And she’s also not bad to look at. Right, Angela?”

"I- shut up!"

Moira was sure Angela was blushing even before she even turned to look at her. It was endearing in a way.

"You two have caught up now. Can we move on?" She asked, trying to help Angela from her uncomfortable situation.

"Oh, yes. Doctor Laura Kriger. Nice to meet you. And this is just a normal prenatal checkup. Angela has sent me all the test results you've done on your own but I'm gonna run them again as well as some other things that are just some concerns for me because of your situation," Doctor Kriger explained.

"Angela, if you wouldn't mind lying back on the table. Lift your shirt and unbutton your jeans."

Angela did what was asked and Doctor Kriger began her examinations with an ultrasound.

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Everything seemed fine with the fetus and Angela and after they left the room Angela handed her bag to Moira with a quick, "I'm just gonna use the restroom really quick. It's gonna take a bit before we're back in base again."

Moira accepted the bag and sat down to wait on the closest available chair she saw.

"You two seem like an odd couple", an older woman commented from a couple seats over.

"That's because we aren't," she answered curtly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed you were having a baby together. This is a maternity clinic after all. I'm actually waiting for my wife to return from the reception. We've been trying to have another baby for a long time now. So if not a couple, are you two friends? Is she having this child alone?"

"It's not really any of your business, is it?" Moira said, then realized she's being rude without a reason and added, "Sorry. I hope you'll get some good news."

"You and me both. I don't know how my wife would take another failed attempt." The woman was quiet for a bit as she looked around before continuing, "I know it's not my business and I'm hoping to not step on your toes here, but you're clearly not just friends. It's kinda hard to just stand by and not be able to do anything for them while they're going through all of this. But what we have to do is to remember to take care of them while they're pregnant. You'll see soon enough how the hormones affect her."

Moira didn't know what to answer to that and before she could figure it out, Angela emerged into her field of vision. She muttered a quick thanks to the woman along with a nod, while she got up and offered Angela her bag. She accepted it and turned towards their way out.

"Alright, let's go. I'm starving. Would you want to stop somewhere for lunch or do you want to take your chance with whatever the cafeteria is offering today?" Angela talked as they started their way to the parking lot and their car.

"I could eat. Especially somewhere where I get to pick what I eat."

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The lunch went by as a fog for Moira. She knew Angela was talking about something to her and she kept nodding and commenting at times to make it seem like she was actually listening. But that woman's words were playing in her head.

Angela and her were just friends and it was foolish to think otherwise. But she was playing a dangerous game here with her feelings. She'd need to step back. They were friends and spending this much time with Angela was not good for her. She couldn't be what Angela wanted her to be for this child because that would be like playing with fire. Being a mother to a child with Angela without having Angela sounded like asking for a sandwich and getting just a dry slice of toast. Moira just wouldn't be able to do it.

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They arrived at the parking lot for residents of the Overwatch base. Moira parked the car in its specified spot and powered it down. Angela started to gather her things and as her hand went to the door handle Moira decided it was finally time to talk.

"I've decided that I don't want to be the other mother. This baby will have you as their mother and that's more than anyone could ask for. You're gonna be an amazing mother and you're gonna love this child no matter what. I just don't want a confusing multi house situation after you move out of base with them. But I'd like to be in their life. I want to see them grow up and I want to get to know them. So I'd rather be aunty Moira than a mother to them. I don't really think I was meant for motherhood. And I don't want to join you for more checkups, I can drive you, if you so wish. But I'll be staying outside."

Angela's hand was frozen at the door handle. She wasn't looking at her and Moira gathered she was going over everything she just said in her mind.

"Was it something Laura said? You seemed completely fine today until we left the clinic. I can ask her to be more professional if that's what you want. I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it but she's an old friend so she forgets her manners," Angela said eventually.

"No, Angela. This is just what I want. It's just DNA and I'm sure you'll find someone more suitable to join you if you just ask. Oxton might have a little too much energy but I'm sure she'd be there for you, if you'd ask."

Angela said a quiet "okay" and got out of the car. She didn't look behind herself even after Moira got out of the car. She locked the doors and leaned against the side of the car. This was for the best or so she tried to tell herself. She decided it was best for her to take a little longer route back to her room. She'd go in from the back door and she could smoke a cigarette before doing so.

[moondrop04]

RWBY Volume 9 Episode 7 Speculation & Predictions!!!

Hellooooo 😄👋🏻 RWBY fandom! It’s the eve of a new RWBY episode and you know what that means……

“Another round of pain and misery…”

Sweet Lordy I was already knee deep in my theories of what’s gonna happen this episode but CRWBY’s recent tweets “hyping” the episode up has me in the jitters 😰.

It also doesn’t help that tomorrow is April Fools day so I don’t even know if they are being serious with their tweets or not…… it’s nail-biting frustrating me CRWBY Stop It!!! 😭

Sigh…….anyway here’s what I got for this weeks predictions……enjoy 🤗.

Neo will make an unannounced visit to the acre of the Red Prince and “convince” the Red Prince to join forces with her in taking down team RWBY + Jaune at the world tree.

Yang and Blake will flirt with each other a bit and Weiss will strike up conversations with Jaune whenever she has the chance.

Ruby will be silently pondering to herself while ominously looking at Cresent Rose.

At one point someone will say something that will make Ruby snap back at them with a mean comment (My money is on Jaune).

Ruby will then start letting out her frustrations towards her teammates about how she thinks she is dragging them down and has been a burden to them. Pretty much we are getting Ruby’s mental breakdown this episode.

With each negative comment that she yells out the weather progressively gets worse in the Ever After (and I’m not referring to punderstorms). Thunder and lighting, heavy clouds, strong winds and heavy rain all the way baby!!!

It all leads up to Ruby saying how she doesn’t want to be “Ruby Rose” anymore and shadows of vines and thorns surround Ruby and envelops her as she disappears and WBY + Jaune look on in horror and disbelief as their close friend is gone.

As all this is happening the Curious Cat watches from afar or close by in secret.

Ruby opens her eyes to see she is back with the “Blacksmith” and they have a discussion about Ruby’s feelings on not wanting to be “Ruby Rose” anymore.

Close to making a dangerous choice in front of the “Blacksmith” Ruby hesitates and begins to regret her words. The “Blacksmith tries to persuade Ruby back to her dark thoughts and is intervened by the Curious Cat, showing up unannounced.

The Curious Cat walks in front of Ruby to be between her and the “Blacksmith” and confronts the “Blacksmith”. To which they eventually reveal the “Blacksmith” is actually Alyx and the episode end there.

That’s all I have for this weeks episode and can’t wait to share in our feelings of what’s actually gonna happen tomorrow 🤗. CRWBY bring us the Angst!!! We Are Ready!!! (Hides under blanket)

See y’all on the flip side 👀….

[givekennyabreak]

I’d like to join eventually, but while I work up the courage to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known in a new fandom space, I might as well throw a few things in here. *clears throat*

So, Victor became my favorite character within a couple episodes, right? (I’m also the anon who sent the platonic prompts with him, thank you so much for taking those!) And the plot idea I’ve had for a while now is just: what if he had someone who’d been there for long enough to know how the town usually works, but who was also young enough to naturally wanna bridge the gap between them and the rest of the townspeople?

And the best way I can think to do that is “prologue of the OC arriving as a kid, and then a timeskip”—but I don’t want her to feel like a carbon copy of Victor or like a Mary-Sue. I’m just not sure I have her backstory established enough for her to feel well-written/like she fits with the setting, y’know?

How did you figure things out for yours? Are there more From-specific OC questions I can look over?

Please do keep sending me these as long as you want to!!! (I'm really happy to write for him! <3)

Also, your idea is amazing!! It'd be really nice to have someone to be Victor's friend; it broke my heart this episode when he said the boy in white was the only one who made him company for so long.

I'm pretty sure she won't be a copy of Victor, as you already have a few things thought out! In the end, when she's full fleshed out, they may be similar and that's okay! It'd make their bond even more believable and stronger when they have things in common.

To be quite honest, Bug started out as this thought in the back of my head - "what if I had an oc who came into town and was head over heels for Kenny?". I just wanted him to be wanted (still do!), and then I incorporated a few characteristics: Bug had to get in town someway.

What happened in the way? Were they alone? Did they have any pets? What is their role in town?

Most of these come from my own personal experiences - Bug's friends come from my dad's fear of me going out and somehow getting sacrificed by my friends, I had a chicken when I was a kid and was raised in the countryside, so I'm used to dealing with plants and animals. I'm graduating soon with a Bachelor's on Mechatronics Engineering, so Bug could also be freshly outta uni + that'd be a common point with Jade, whom they befriend as soon as he gets in town.

There are also some things I incorporated as a result of the way Bug got in town: friends tried to murder them + had to hide from the creatures all night; that got Bug a little unstable - they got mood swings, and in dangerous situations, they tend to dive head in with no thoughts aside from "I have to protect the people around me" (which resulted in them dropkicking one of the creatures and further developed their relationship with Kenny). They're smart, but there's no real use for that in town aside from when Jim and Jade are up to something, so most times people tend to think Bug is a head-in-the-clouds kinda person - which isn't really true, as they observe their surroundings all the time, as a defense mechanism after their first night in the woods.

These are the kinds of things I thought - how did they get there? What would they do? How did the town affect them? What is their relationship with the townspeople? Do they like most people, or just a few? Who are their closest friends? Do they hide anything from their friends, or are they like open books?

These are the questions I asked myself the most! You inspired me to do something though - I'm gonna make a list of these questions for From OCs specifically :)

I hope these were of help!! :)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

into the silent land

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Willis Todd is arrested before he can cheat Two-Face and be murdered in this AU. He regains custody of his twelve-year-old son, Jason, and they rebuild their relationship. Can Willis make up for his mistakes, or is he doomed to repeat history?

(The title comes from a line in the poem, Remember, by Christina Rossetti).

Chapters: 10/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Willis Todd, Original Character(s), Faye “Ma” Gunn

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergent AU, Father-Son Relationship, Good Parent Willis Todd, Willis Todd Redemption, Mentioned Sheila Haywood

Chapter Ten: Fresh Blood, Old Blood

Pete passed Willis a wrench while he sat in the kitchen. “When are you gonna tell me what happened?” Pete asked. 

“What are you getting at, Dad?” Willis questioned. 

Pete gently kicked at Willis’ foot. “When you left home… What happened? I know it won’t change the fact that it happened, but I’m your father. I love you, and I’m worried about you. Did I trigger something?” Pete replied. 

Willis finished up on the sink before leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “It would’ve come up eventually. I don’t wanna rope anyone else into this—.”

“So, Melissa knows what happened?” Pete interrupted. 

“Dad, leave it alone. You think you wanna know. Nobody should know. I wish I didn’t know what I know… I wish it was a mystery to me because it weighs on me. I feel guilty. It makes my skin crawl, and I can’t do anything about it. I’m losing my mind,” Willis whispered. Pete sucked his teeth. Willis cleaned up and rushed out of the apartment. Pete followed him back to his apartment. 

“It’s about Julie, isn’t it?” Pete asked. Willis dropped his keys. “It is… Isn’t it?” Willis picked his keys up and tried to unlock his door, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “Billy? Where’s Julie?”

“Why won’t this fucking door unlock?” Willis snapped. Pete took the keys from Willis’ hand and unlocked the door. 

“Let’s talk inside, Billy,” Pete whispered. Willis followed Pete inside with his head down. Pete locked the door behind them. “Billy, I don’t wanna believe that you did anything to that girl—.”

“How do you know her name?” Willis asked. He leaned over the trash, trying not to vomit as his last memory of Julie resurfaced. 

“I met her once. I was at the corner store picking up some candy, and she was in line… She turned around and said I looked just like her boyfriend. I asked her if it was you. She said yeah, and she went sorta pale… Was she in trouble?” Pete asked. 

“Define in trouble, Dad,” Willis mumbled. 

Pete sighed. “Willis Todd. What happened? Did you—?”

“I didn’t hurt her. I never would’ve hurt her. Don’t ask me that. Please,” Willis interrupted. Pete sat on the couch. “Please drop it.”

“I can’t, Billy. I can’t drop it,” Pete replied, “Why is Jason staying at Melissa’s?” 

“Dad—.” 

“Why can’t you tell me what happened? Is it connected to why you left home?” Pete asked. “What did your mother do to you?”

Willis threw up and his knees buckled before he sank to the ground behind the kitchen island. “Stop!” Willis replied. He broke down and started to cry. “I don’t wanna live with this anymore… But I can’t—. What’s gonna happen to Jason if I tell? I can’t lose him.”

“Billy,” Pete whispered as he joined Willis on the floor. “Let me help you. I just wanna help.”

“Jason was six months old last time I woke this up…. Ma wanted to kill him. She was gonna kill my kid. She’ll do anything to keep my mouth shut. If I tell you—.”

“It’s time I get a backbone… Listen, I’ll go head up with your ma if I’ve got to. I can play dirty if I really have to. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it,” Pete whispered. He rubbed Willis’ back. “Put this weight on me. You can’t carry it anymore.”

Willis hid his face in his hands. “No one’s said her name in all this time. I think we were all scared,” Willis mumbled. 

“Billy,” Pete whispered. 

“I told her not to go especially not without me. Julie was pregnant. She told her parents right away, but her folks—. They didn’t give a crap about her. She hid it pretty well at school. We made it far enough into her pregnancy that we knew what we were having… And she—.  She wanted a family so badly that she thought she could talk sense into Ma. 

“I told her to wait. I tried to talk her out of going. I thought if I could put it off long enough, I’d be able to get a fake ID and a little place… I didn’t wanna bother you. And I thought you’d be disappointed in me. 

“Anyway… I got detention that day. It was fall… I remember the leaves on the tree out front were reddish orange and there was a stomped pumpkin on the porch. October… Late October. I got out of detention, and I remember running home because Julie was s’posed to wait for me. I got home, and it was silent. I remember being scared. 

“And I got to the kitchen and slipped and fell. I slipped and fell in blood. God, Dad—.”

“Billy—.”

“Mark came out from the backyard, smiling. He said, ‘You’re welcome.’ He had blood on his shirt, and he touched my face,” Willis whispered. He pushed a hand through his hair. “I threw up. I remember it now. I threw up because I knew she was dead. Then, Ma comes out. She’s spotless. Not a hair out of place. She’s got shoe covers on and a bottle of booze… She called me a screwup. She poured her drink on my head. Kicked me. Told me to clean up. It always gets fuzzy after that, but I know Alan climbed in my bed. I got scared because Alan didn’t usually do that. I thought maybe he’d—. He stared at the ceiling and he said, ‘I didn’t do her. She was yours. I didn’t do her. I didn’t watch.’ And in a weird way, I think that was the nicest thing Alan ever did for me. I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. He rolled out of my bed, tucked me in tight, and told me that the shock would wear off soon. 

“I don’t remember showering. I don’t remember much of anything between scrubbing the kitchen and being in bed that night. I woke up early for school, packed as much as I could, and I never turned back. I don’t know where her body is. I don’t know anything. I just know there was too much blood in that kitchen for her to be alive,” Willis explained. 

Pete ran a hand over his face. “What was she gonna have?” Pete asked.

“A girl… We were gonna name her Veronica. Very for short,” Willis mumbled as he stared straight ahead. “Dad? I want you to take Jason out of town for New Year’s. Don’t tell me where… I can’t keep—. Dad, can you promise me you’ll take Jason out of town for New Year’s? Far away?” 

“Billy, what are you gonna do?” Pete asked. Willis lay his head on Pete’s shoulder. 

“No more questions, Dad,” Willis whispered as he closed his eyes. His phone rang, and he leaned forward with tears in his eyes. “Can you get that?” 

** 

Meanwhile, Jason sat in the office with a bloody nose and a black eye. “Jason, who hit you?” the principal asked. 

Jason shook his head. “You don’t have to call my dad. I’m fine,” Jason whispered. 

“Actually, Jason. I have to call your father because you were hurt at school. I just want to know what happened. You aren’t in trouble, Jason. I just want to know the truth. You’re such a good student—.” 

“You called my dad… Didn’t you?” Jason whispered. She nodded. “How long ago did you call him?”

“Fifteen minutes ago—.” 

“I’m Willis Todd, Jason’s father. Where—? Jason, what happened?” Willis asked as he rushed to the front desk, flashing his ID. “I’m his dad. Just let me—. Let me—.” The woman at the front desk let him through, and he crouched in front of Jason, lifting his chin to get a better look at his face. 

“It’s nothing,” Jason whispered as he took Willis’ hand. 

“I’m not panicking. I’m fine. Please don’t say it’s nothing for my sake. If you’re hurt, tell me you’re hurting. I’ll be calm,” Willis reassured Jason. Jason’s shoulders dropped, and he hugged Willis. Willis rubbed Jason’s back, and Jason winced. “What happened? Where’s Dilly?” 

“Dilly wasn’t there,” Jason replied.

“Mr. Todd, I don’t know what happened to Jason. He won’t tell me. All I know is, that he stumbled into second period ten minutes late looking like this, and Mr. Mathison sent him to the nurse. I called some of the kids who took a pass to the bathroom around that time to the office, and I’m hoping someone knows what happened… I don’t think I’ll get him to say much, so you can take him home if you’d like,” the principal whispered. Willis nodded. 

His eyes didn’t leave Jason. He stood up and waited for Jason to follow him. When he didn’t, Willis squinted. He looked into Jason’s eyes. “Are you with me?” Willis asked. 

“Uh-huh,” Jason replied, “I’m just tired.” Willis nodded. 

“I’m calm,” Willis lied. Jason nodded drowsily. “I’m gonna carry you to the car. Grandpa’s with me.”

“I can call 9—.”

“Don’t. I’m gonna take him,” Willis whispered. His heart beat out of his chest as he picked Jason up. He took him to the car and buckled him in. “What happened? And why didn’t you tell the principal?” 

“They told me not to say anything. The older kid. He wasn’t from my school,” Jason mumbled. 

“Jeez! Jason—.”

“Dad, I need you to calm down. We’re being calm,” Willis interrupted as he touched the back of Jason’s head. “What’d they do to you?”

[kitty-box-101]

I don’t tend to do Post where I’m just talking but today I think I needed to talk about something The phenomena of guilt some people have over shipping

TLDR: Komamiki enjoy yours are the strongest soldiers of the fandom

In a server it seemed that a few people share this common feeling because God forbid you like something different than what’s popular

Then I mention a rare pair that I know a few people like had it as a discomfort to the point where I censored the word (using the Discord spoiler thing and btw it’s komamiki so ajshhs) especially for a friend who is in the server who I know it’s his discomfort

Despite that my friend notice and joined in the conversation, at first, it was joking around like haha your my enemy haha “you’re the reason I don’t talk about this ship” I said that jokingly but looking back this came off more like I had a grudge against him 😭lol

Then my friend explained I quote “ it’s problematic so not too surprising” (in a fandom like dr throwing that word around is not good at this point it’s lost its meaning and has so much nuance that it simply is a black-and-white)

Probably the fact that it was my friends discomfort clouded his judgment, so it makes sense that he was gonna be sort of bias, he explained why to him it was problematic and a lot of it was up to personal preference. The only moment I can see being a problem was when in one of the manga mikan is on top of Nagito (my friend says that she s/a him and I heavily disappeared. It did not seem like she was doing anything to him other than pointing needle at him, which you know now that’s just a different thing)

It also had to do with her habit of making her patient sick so they stay longer, as far as I remember in the game, it was definitely the opposite, and wanted to make sure that he was alive more than anything before she got infected with the disease. This goes with all the other patient characters, I think a pretty good example would be fuyuhiko who stayed at the hospital and came back and it’s not like he stayed for so long so it’s not like she was planning that.

Would Mikan normally go that extreme just for a classmate to stay sick and with her? No i don’t think so

I didn’t exactly bring up my opinions and points exactly I just kinda nodded, but didn’t necessarily agree with anything, there was another person involved in the conversation mainly asking a lot of questions like why they think it’s problematic ect. I guess it was hard for my friend to explain since he was in school and couldn’t write out his thoughts properly ( he explained it to me later that he has a hard time detecting tone on text, but like still wondering what made him think I wasn’t listening to what he was saying

(and I was starting to think he was getting uncomfortable since it seemed like he was made up to be the bully cuz I ship them) and he said at least twice that he wanted the conversation to stop, but it kept going ??? Hell people were even backing me up, saying what I was doing was harmless and just letting me be a silly goobre and hell I even found someone who ships it that as well  eventually he genuinely said “I give up 💔” which I found funny in a kind of “could you not be the dense!?” Way 

After a while, I decided to check up on friends since In his insta note it said he wasn’t feeling well. I decided to check up on him and he said he was fine and explained more of why he doesn’t like it. Just like I thought it had a lot to do with projection, which I completely understand. You’re going to project to your favorites a lot and seeing a contradiction of your personal hc we’re gonna hurt just a little if you do take them personally.

Now here’s something. I’m definitely going to ask him about; and his Twitter he had a post that was just “Komaeda is gay” over and over again and sure I drew him a little drawing to show good faith, but I wonder if it was done out of spite? not because of me, but because of hc(and in his own words the bi hc for Nagito makes him vomit)

I very much have an issue with that kind of language because obviously someone who hc him that is going to feel like shit and that’s literally not what you wanna do ever

There’s definitely a lot to sort out ? I’m in good terms and everything Hell love the guy/p but it’s those little things that I gotta get out of my system and the only way I know how is My talking about it in a social media he doesn’t have ajhsgsgs don’t wanna feel like I’m shit talking yk?

But ye that’s all just remember to respect other peoples ships and if you don’t like them, just say they’re not your cup of tea and go drink your cup of coffee ☕️

(if somehow you’ve made it this far in reading, you’re insane and that’s awesome)



[haveumetbi]

Hello!

I've been using tumblr for a long time, but only recently I've felt confident enough in my english to actually try to join communities and make friends. 

A little introduction... That is actually kinda really long and I’m not gonna subject y’all to it unless you want to, so here’s the tldr:

I’m an acearo, bi, cis girl (🇺🇸 she/her — 🇧🇷 ela/a).

White latina from Brazil.

I’m disabled and neurodivergent

I love sitcoms, comedy is my fav genre of fiction

and cats

and The Sims

and Turma da Mônica

and hairstyling, braids, make up

and Jane Austen

and Taylor Swift

If you like any of it, follow me!! I’ll definetely follow back. If your curious, read bellow.

I’m a 23 year old college student who is majoring in History. I’m kind of a huge nerd, I love subjects like History (duh), Literature, Politics, Philosophy, Psychology, Religion, but also Comedy (i find fascinating to analyze it, even if that kinda defeats the purpose, sue me). I kinda only watch sitcoms, actually, maybe because of how obsessed I am with the genre (more on that later). 

Being Brazilian I may reblog/talk about Brazillian issues/stuff and most definetely will reblog things about Turma da Mônica (brazil’s most beloved comic book series that shaped the childhood’s of at least 3 generations now since the 60s/70s), my longest autistic special interest. Oh, yeah, I’m also neurodivergent, AuDHD and also have persistent depressive disorder (dysthymia gang rise up! or dont, ik its hard and tiresome) and fibromyalgia.

Another special interest I’m unhinged about is The Sims, I use Tumblr mostly bc of it, so I’ll definitely reblog stuff about it, maybe if everythings works out I will even create a side simblr, who knows. I love historic/fantasy gameplay, would be cool to share with people.

Idk if its a SI or just regular cat owner thing, but I’m definitely obsessed with these little guys. Speaking of cat lover, I love Taylor Swift. Like, I’m very casual about most music I consume, but she is the exception, I just... feel SO MUCH with her songs. Idk, idk... She also makes me feel things on a sapphic way, though I’m no g*ylor or hetl*r (rlly dont care about who she dates, just here for the art). But not in a wow I wanna bang this celebrity I have a crush on, cuz I dont wanna bang no one, cuz I’m acearo. Just, dont swing that way (or any way, really /hj cuz i'm actually gray-bi-romantic but its very rare, so i'm usually not swinging at all lmao).

I really like to read, but it has been tough to keep the habit with depression and disabled adult life knocking at my door and kicking my ass... currently I’m finishing reading all Jane Austen’s work (i love her sense of humor and analyses of human psychology) in portuguese, but I plan to eventually read the original stuff in english. I just really love stories and storytelling as an art form, maybe that’s why I love to write. I’m obsessed with fanfictions, actually, been writing since I was 11, never anything in english, but who knows, actually creating and participating in tumblr may be the first step. I mostly write about tv shows I’m obsessed about (though I did write some Turma da Mônica Jovem fanfiction...... thank god I deleted, it was terrible, tho in my defense I was still a preteen) and I mostly watch sitcoms so.... About that...

My favorite sitcom ever is probably How I Met Your Mother (it was literally what i needed when i was going through a really rough patch) and BoJack Horseman (yes, cartoon sitcoms totally count, shut up). I’d say my first sitcom love was The Simpsons, my biodad had a lot of dvds and tapes from the golden seasons and the fondest memories of my childhood were us watching together and laughing like two idiots. My first fandom was iCarly (i was a preteen okay), but I wasnt a big fan of the revival/reboot (yes I was team seddie, no it has nothing to do with it, I gave it a shot, but just didnt vibe with it). I also love The Office, That 70′s Show, Never Have I Ever, Community, Our Flag Means Death, The Sex Lifes of College Girls, One Day at a Time and The Good Place.

I’m pretty sure the only other shows that I got obsessed with that weren’t sitcoms were Once Upon a Time and Lucifer, two shows that were quite humorous with its wacky premises (fairytales in real life???? the devil taking a vacation in LA??? i mean, c’mon!!). I’m loving the Percy Jackson disney adaptation, it was my favorite YA book series and it always bummed me that the movie adaptation was so terrible, I'm glad we finally have a great adaptation and can't wait for more seasons to come!!!

I’m very talkative (you dont say?? 😮 /s) and a total extroverted that really loves to make friends, but my communication difficulties really do shine on long distance conversation... be phone calls, video calls, emails, text messages etc... So, although I’d love if you shoot me a message, bc I love to make friends, I also am not the best texter, so dont expect someone who always immediately answers you right back cuz they are online — please dont take it personal, it has nothing to do with who is messaging me and everything to do with my disability mkay? And yes, I am trying to work this shit out in therapy, but you know... growth aint linear. When shit hits the fan, the first thing that I lose is the ability to answer text messages 😭 idk i just stare at them, they stare at me, i combust and die, the end. 

Dont know how to end this text, so, I’ll just show a pic of my cat, cuz shes everything. Bye!! 

[crimsun-n-clover]

im into a new girl. i mean, not really a new one. i mentioned her in an earlier post

figured out that i’m not really attached to the other girl i talked about. she’s great, but she’s wayyy too much like me. it’s good to have things in common, but when it’s to the point that we both have hallucinated the same shit it’s a little off putting. not that she did or said anything wrong, she’s super sweet and i like being around her, i just don’t think we’d make a good couple.

anyway. new girl. gotta come up with a fitting name eventually because her actual name is almost obnoxious and i love it. we met on my fandom instagram account through a mutual friend putting us in a groupchat together.

she’s an amazing artist and we obviously share interests. and she’s hot. like. fucking stunning. so i was just gonna keep that locked away in my little brain like a normal fucking person until one day she randomly unfollowed me and followed me again. which was weird, because we’ve been mutuals for months, but it put the thought of her stalking me into my head and there’s no prying that shit out. like. what were you looking at huh? nothing to see here. just a bunch of text posts and if you’re willing to dig through the highlights there’s some more personal stuff. and then immediately after that i’m on her close friends?? and she tagged me in the next post she made??? weird.

but that was the catalyst to me going huh. i guess i’ll allow myself a bit of swoonage. i told mickey and she lost her everloving shit man. she goes full conspiracy mode because “stevie, that’s what I DO when i like someone she’s into you :)))” kid. sweetheart. i hope you know that you’re the statistical outlier in every situation and i won’t assume that anyone else does that.

so a couple days ago new girl posts about how she wishes she had a girlfriend for valentine’s day. that she’s so hot and interesting and it’s absolutely unbelievable that no one is taking an interest in her and let me just say, i gotta agree. of course, she’s wrong, IM taking an interest, but i’m not gonna be weird about it. i take some screenshots and scratch out her username and send them to mickey. she. goes. fucking. FERAL. “STEVIE ITS MEANT TO BE LOOK AT THE ROCKY HORROR POSTER IN THE BACKGROUND” kid i’m gonna rock your shit if you keep feeding into this and make me all mushy and useless again.

of course, she went to revisit the screenshots and yelled at me for scratching out the username. because i know she’s a meddling bastard who will insert herself. she spends a solid two hours vetting everyone i’m following and can’t find her because the girl is on my other account. absolutely rabid dedication. fuckin adore this kid man. my stalking skills are superior and i’ve already scoped out her pinterest and it made my chest hurt because damn. she’s so. sigh.

this story is kinda nonlinear at this point. shit kept going down for me because the girl live-streamed a few days in a row and i’d join a reasonable amount of time after she started (like. 30 seconds) and just dwell in the chat while like three other people maximum were there. she would end the lives sometimes if no one would join and talk to her on cam but she always went on right when my parents would get home so i couldn’t join. she’s so charming. let me just. list some shit

we already got some stuff in here so. does art, same fandoms, likes rocky horror, feminine, all that shit. she also does roller derby, archery, carpentry (she has this dollhouse in her room that she built herself it’s SO FUCKING RAD), boxing, sailing, cheerleading, all sorts. she likes literature and fashion and apparently grew up in a cult? she kept dropping absolutely insane lore. “oh yeah i got a knife pulled on me at school for being gay haha” and the way she talks she’s so charismatic i hope i die. she’s so enthusiastic about her interests like “i was looking at a boat today that can get up to ELEVEN KNOTS” cool im obsessed with you

she’s so my type i’m gonna rip my skin off and give it to her. she’s feminine, she’s bubbly, she’s fucking weird, kind of a bitch, has strong (correct) opinions, that’s like everything im drawn to romantically. personality big enough to keep me balanced out, knows what she wants so i can enjoy my acts of service love language, LITERALLY MY TYPE.

im so fucking mad. she lives in toronto and i have absolutely no chance regardless. im just a little terrified of her, especially dming her. when i can see her face in the lives it’s wayyy easier but i’m so intimidated by her typing style yk? fucking whatever man i’m being dramatic.

it’s three in the morning so it’s technically february 8th. one year since the initial breakup.