#I'll probably do some more drabbles at least at sometime

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Hi hello greetings I desperately need more of your SBI pirates techno mermaid AU. Is there a full fic somewhere or is it just drabbles? I’m gnawing at the bars of my enclosure I need to know why they’re doing this and I need Techno to do something stupid and reckless. Please. Is there more this concept has me in a chokehold.

Hehehehe, right now it's just the two drabbles. This one and this one.

The full fic is a wip in my head though I might be tempted to write it properly someday, people seem to really enjoy this AU. I can reveal that Techno definitely does several stupid and/or reckless things in it lol. SBI's reasons will have to remain a secret until I post it though ;)

[yesimwriting]

in ur bestfriend!felix series do you think farleigh cares for the reader even if it’s just a little bit? like we all know how he can be (#1 shit stirrer) but it really got me thinking!! i don’t think he cared much when she first started hanging out with felix he was probably like ‘whatever just another one of his charity cases’ but would that change later on when he sees how felix really does care for her and she’s not going anywhere anytime soon or ever possibly sorry for the long rant!! i was rereading and the one u wrote were he refused to let her get high because of felix made me think 😭🫶

a/n omg me and @ker0senebunny were just discussing their dynamic potential

farleigh and reader have such potential for an oddly endearing frenemy arch,, they definitely still bully each other, but they bond over gossiping and (lightly, at least in reader's case) judging others, especially after farleigh finally realizies that reader isn't another one of felix's phases

also can def see them growing a smidge protective of each other?? like if farleigh makes a mean joke about reader they laugh,, but if someone else makes it they both kind of side eye each other 😭

anyways here’s a drabble that also briefly features slightly flustered felix and socially unsure ollie

"Here." Farleigh's standing in front of your spot on the couch, arm stretched forward lazily. You blink, eyeing what looks like a joint skeptically.

Farleigh isn't quite looking at you as he continues to hold out his offering, but he isn't moving away. You extend a hand, taking it from him cautiously. Smoking tonight wasn't really a goal, but you're not exactly feeling against it.

You sit up a little straighter, mentally debating if his attempt at socializing with you is a result of the small scale setting of tonight's plans or if he's just that high. Maybe it's both. "Thought I was on weed probation."

He sighs. "Do you want it or not?"

You tilt your chin up to frown at him, "Moody."

Farleigh's eyes finally meet yours. His scleras are tinged pink, making his gaze seem far off and slightly irritated. You bring the joint to your lips out of the instinctual desire to seem amicable. Farleigh's far from your best friend, but recently, there's been an undertone of understanding in your catty comments. More like Farleigh laughing with you than at you.

He steps past your legs before sitting next to you. Not the weirdest thing that's ever happened to you, but still, strange. Normally, on more low key nights like this, when it's just some of Felix's closer friends hanging around in an off campus apartment instead of a full fledged rager, Farleigh's close to the center of the action. Maybe he's more bothered by Oliver's presence than you thought.

After a beat of silence, Farleigh explains flatly, "It's different tonight." You're not sure you're following, but there's a good chance that Farleigh's high enough for it not to matter. "You're not drunk and tonight's...calmer, there's nothing for Felix to worry himself sick over."

You roll your eyes. "Felix doesn't get worried sick over me." You take another hit of the joint, pretending the gesture doesn't feel performative. "And either way, it's not his issue."

Farleigh scoffs. "Please."

"Please what?"

He leans forward, propping his head up on one elbow. "Sometimes you seem so smart, it's nice to know that in some ways you're still like a little kid."

Not the worst backhanded compliment he's ever hit you with. "Mhm."

Farleigh lets himself slump against the couch before extending a hand in your direction. A silent request. You hand him back the joint. "Oh, you're cold? Take my jacket. You're thirsty? I've already gotten you a water. You're tired? Give me a minute to say goodbye to some friends and then I'll tuck you in, lovie."

The general teasing is easy to dismiss until he tacks on Felix's favorite nickname for you. It doesn't feel right to hear it in a negative context. "Leave him alone. Felix is my friend and he's nice." You tap your fingers against your knee, body feeling much too relaxed for the annoyance that wants to break through. "It's not weird or anything."

Farleigh takes his time letting more smoke fill his lungs. "Defensive." You roll your eyes. "Look around, every girl here wishes Felix was that friendly with them." His sentence is a hint too loud for you to be comfortable. The last thing you need is for some girl to take it the wrong way and blame you for it. "His new lapdog probably feels the same."

It takes you a second longer than it should to get the reference. You're not exactly close with Oliver. He's new, and Felix really enjoys his company, but you've yet to bond with him. Something in you just hasn't been able to get there yet. Sometimes you'll see what Felix sees in him, but that isn't the same as feeling close to him. You want to like him, though, so you're sure it's only a matter of time before you click over something. Felix and you spend too much time together for it not to work out between you and Oliver eventually.

"That's mean." You turn to better face Farleigh, your shoulder sinking against the seat's cushioning at an uncomfortable angle. "Like really mean."

Part of the defense is instinctual. You're not one to make fun of people behind their backs just to act like you're friends in front of them. But it's also more than that. Felix wouldn't let anyone talk about you like that, and without him or Oliver there to fight against Farleigh's snark, it feels wrong to let that kind of thing go.

"Fine. Better analogy. Sometimes the way Oliver looks at Felix feels like he wants to be his escort, or something."

You understand what Farleigh's getting at almost immediately. There's this urge to please quality about Oliver that you can't judge him for. People want Felix to like them. People want Felix to love them. It's not a draw you'd ever fault anyone for falling for. But something about the concept of an 'escort' in this context makes you want to laugh. You bite your tongue.

Farleigh holds out the joint again. You take it back instinctually, taking a quick hit to avoid having to say anything right away. "Yeah, but isn't that everyone with Felix?"

You're not sure what the goal of your response is. A poor attempt at changing the subject and steering the conversation away from making fun of someone with no one there to defend them without alienating Farleigh entirely. It's a joke, and not a very good one, but with the way you and Farleigh start cracking up, no one would ever be able to tell.

"We're..." You try through a fit of giggles, "We're awful."

"No," Farleigh shakes his head once lazily, "Not awful. We're familial bonding."

You squint at him as he plucks the joint from between your fingers. "We're not related."

Farleigh brings the joint to his lips, taking a deep inhale. "No," he mumbles, "I'm just getting ahead of the inevitable."

It takes you a beat longer than it should to understand his reference. "Farleigh." He's smiling slightly, the look smug. "Felix and I are just friends. You know that."

His head falls against the back of the couch. "Does anyone ever get along with their in-laws?"

You steal the joint from him before letting your back hit the cushioning. "Shut up."

With your body angled forward, you can see the center of the living room. Felix is near the entrance to the kitchen, Oliver by his side.

When Felix's eyes land on yours, he grins. You smile back before finally bringing the joint back to your lips. By the time you're exhaling, you can see Felix nudging Oliver's shoulder.

"Here we go," Farleigh sighs, taking back the joint.

You ignore the comment in favor of tracking Felix's path across the room. The world parts for him, as always.

"Hi." You beam, stretching a hand forward as soon as Felix is within reach. He grabs your hand immediately, squeezing your palm against his. "Felix, Oliver."

Oliver nods once at the acknowledgement, "Hey."

Felix tugs on your arm gently. "Lovie, where've you been?" His thumb brushes against your knuckles. "Been looking for you."

"I've been here," you admit, "I was waiting for you guys to get back with everyone's drinks and then Annabel wanted to sit...and then Farleigh."

Felix nods as if you've said is something of great importance. "Farleigh treating you okay?"

Farleigh tilts his head, halfheartedly glaring at Felix. You grin. "Yeah, we're just chatting."

"Chatting," he muses, looking between you and Farleigh. Before you can respond, Felix is moving to sit, taking up the last of the couch's remaining space. He looks up at Oliver, noting the lack of room for a fourth person. Felix squeezes our hand. "Sit with me?"

You nod, instantly understanding what he's getting at. You're sure Farleigh will hold you leaving your spot to give Oliver the opportunity to sit next to him against you, but there's not much else you can do, so you stand.

Felix is pulling you towards him before you can fully register the fact that you're standing. You frown, an attempt at a wordless scolding. He beams at you, the picture of affectionate innocence.

As soon as you're sitting on his lap, he's setting one hand on your knee and the other on your shoulder. Felix is always warm in the same way. There's a soothingness to it, a familiarity that you can always trust.

Oliver doesn't move until Felix's hand drifts away from your leg to pat the now open spot on the couch. Farleigh leans back slightly to make it easier to throw you a look that seems to say that Oliver's proving his earlier point.

You don't generally find Farleigh's snideness funny. You're not in the habit at laughing at his comments or behaving differently in hopes of winning him over. But, there's something about the solidarity of the look paired with your high. You laugh.

"What?" Felix asks, leaning forward to rest his chin against your shoulder.

You shake your head. "Nothing." A pinch of guilt nips at you. "I'm--I'm high."

"Could tell." Felix grins, dipping his head forward to press a kiss against the start of your back. "Farleigh's a terrible influence, hard to imagine what the two of you were up to before me and Ollie got here."

Maybe it's the lingering guilt, or maybe it's because Oliver's been almost completely silent since he got here and you know what it's like to be that person. You don't know what it is, but something makes you want to look over at Oliver. "Don't know, what do you think we were up to, Oliver?"

"Oh," he starts, tapping a finger against the edge of his solo cup as if something about your sudden attention startled him. "Up to no good, 'm sure."

You smile. Oliver and you may not be close, but at least he doesn't have an issue with carrying on a bit. Some of Felix's friends do. The first time Felix left you alone at one of these things, you made the mistake of making a joke in front of a girl who just stared at you.

"Little faith," you accuse with a shake of your head that indicates a disappointment your smile doesn't match.

"We were talking about inevitability."

Felix turns his head to look at Farleigh, "And what's inevitable?"

Your nails press into the skin of your leg. Some instinct tells you to beat Farleigh to the punch. "Oh, our wedding, apparently."

Felix tenses. "Wh--what?"

"To Farleigh," you clarify as quickly as possible, "I promise I'm not planning on proposing any time soon, so you can relax."

His hand finds your knee again. "Right," Felix sighs through a dry laugh, "Cause I--" Felix pauses, his forehead falling to your shoulder. "Farleigh...he'll say anything when high, it's..." He scoffs.

You turn your head with no warning. Felix's head slips off your shoulder. He pouts. "So the thought of being married to me is that bad?"

"No." He stretches out the vowel sound in an attempt to buy himself some time. "I--" He leans in closer, eyes flitting away from you and towards your lap. "I didn't--not like--"

You laugh. "I'm making fun of you, Lex." His skin is still slightly flushed, a pink tinge to his cheeks that's almost masked by the low lighting. "Y'can relax."

Felix's lips part in mock offense. "Lovie." He leans his head forward, hiding his face against the side of your neck.

You giggle, lifting a hand to brush your fingers through his hair. "I know, I'm mean."

"Very." He's quiet for a moment, head resting against you even though the angle can't be comfortable. "It wouldn't be bad." Felix whispers the sentence so quickly and quietly you almost feel like you've imagined them.

Before you can respond, Felix lifts his head slightly, setting his chin back on your shoulder. "Me and Ollie were talking about leaving early, watching that movie you rented." He squeezes your arm, the gesture warm. "If you want to."

"Yeah," you grin, "Sounds fun."

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Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto x Carrie White like-Reader PLATONIC VER.

Genre: long Headcanons/Drabbles

Reader: female

Warnings: LONG POST, Reader has a Personalilty and background like Carrie White (of Stephen King) so, is very shy, quiet, kind but has traumas with BULLYING,kinda Religion themes, Gojo at first is kinda a Bad brother but changes, Reader has telekinesis/mental Powers, Angst/comfort, Fluff.

Thank you very much to @trancylovecraft and @thecuriousquest for the support in this idea!

Satoru Gojo

You and Satoru are sibilings with a little age gap, around 3-4 years.

I'll be honest, at the beginning of your life Satoru would hardly be present, but at least you always had someone taking care of you, whether it was your parents or servants of the Clan, you didn't miss his presence so much. that's what you thought until you were conscious enough to realize that the Gojo Clan only cares about your brother, and of course, the Six Eyes. You could understand it, your Ritual technique was good, but compared to Satoru, everything was at a very high bar. and at some point you could only depend on your parents, since the servants saw no point in taking care of you, the so-called "leftover" of the Clan. That was much more painful than your brother's lack of presence. although he eventually changed his focus to you.

Satoru would eventually get close to you and become sort of an annoying older brother. Although of course, due to the type of different upbringings they had (him being completely spoiled and you almost forgotten by the family) sometimes you felt that he was being very insensitive to you. It wasn't on purpose! Satoru simply took it for granted that you had been pampered like him. but it took him a while to realize that NO, you guys definitely didn't have the same kind of childhood. One way he tried to get closer to you was to just bother you a little, hoping that you would laugh with him or at least get a laugh out of you, but the only thing he managed to do was make you cringe at his words. Now understand that you probably took these jokes seriously rather than ironically. Then more signs appeared. Whether it was because of how unaccustomed you were to him (and he to you), your shy and reserved attitude, your few social skills-- although the final blow of reality came one day when he saw you sewing your own Kimonos/clothes. He thought at first it was a Hobby, but then he realized that he never saw you go shopping for clothes, or another member of the clan doing so. When he asked you directly you only answered what seemed most obvious to you "the clan should not spend money on someone like you."

It was somewhat of a turning point for Satoru. Yes, he was still somewhat annoying, but more present, more affectionate. He offered to train with you several times to improve your management of cursed energy, thanks to the 6 eyes, he could see that you had a lot of accumulated energy, and that could be something with a lot of potential or something very dangerous. He wanted to make sure it came first. and he was definitely quite worried when he saw you using them on your own. How come no one realized the destructive potential your ritual had? How dangerous it would be for you? Although he never blamed you. After this type of sessions the two of them would go together to eat sweets, according to him "it would help you stimulate your brain" and in a way it was, although it was also to prevent you from being so thin. It was his way of making up for his absence for so long. to be the brother you needed. Satoru is bad with emotions during his school days, but he definitely cares about you and your mental health. Thanks to this, he probably thought it would be better if you went to a normal school, with non-sorcerers. He thought you would be fine.

And at first, you were. It was nice to go a place where you weren't the shadow of your brother, and you some kind feel special.

but then the intimidation started. At first it was simply isolation, not inviting you to do jobs or eat with other colleagues, it was fine, you had gone through something similar with the clan, you could handle this. but it soon evolved into gossip and talking behind your back when I saw that you wouldn't do anything against the isolation and that no one was on your side. Still you were willing to put up with it. partly because you didn't want to bother Satoru with these kinds of "unimportant" problems as the adults made him out to be. Besides, they were Non-Sorcerers, it's not like you could do anything against that. and it was especially difficult when they moved on to direct attacks. attacking your desk, throwing your things in the trash, making you trip and having a bad time in PE-- There was a time when you got your period in the showers and you didn't bring towels, and your classmates started throwing tampons at you while they laughed. It was so horrible and you had so many repressed emotions that you blew out several light bulbs. The intern saved you that day and called your house. Satoru was furious, not with you, with your classmates. And when did you have to tell him about all the bullying of the year? oh he would be LIVID WITH ANGER. So he would decide that you would not return to that school, no sir, if necessary you would go alone to Jujutsu Tech when you are old enough, but with those people? no way.

He would also make sure that your classmates would be AT LEAST suspended for the rest of the year, AT THE VERY LEAST(he would probably make the School to expel them)

If we talk about your relationship with him today, he is much more open in his affection towards you, calling you nicknames, giving you physical signs of affection, etc. After all the trauma, he's not willing to let you think you don't deserve affection. (If there were to be a "bloody bath" incident...god, Satoru wouldn't just go after the students, HE WOULD GO AFTER THE ENTIRE DAMN INSTITUTION. and then get you a new dress, food and let you do whatever you want the rest of the time of the night, whether it's crying or eating, it's okay.) I can see him paying you therapy. Likewise, he is quite willing to teach you if you want to learn Wizardry but don't want to go to the academy, he will probably give you the same strange training as Yuji.

If there is a greater age difference between you that allows Gojo to be your teacher, don't hesitate that he will take the opportunity! Try not to be a favorite, seriously, but it's almost impossible.

If it is the case above, you will most likely live with him until you are older, try to act like a father, even if he is not that good, he is doing the best he can. If you don't want to be a Sorcerer and you prefer to have a more normal type of life, he supports it 100%, only he would have some conditions due to all the enemies he has, but apart from that, he can even pay for your college! or get you any job you want. (He would also even be calmer in this case if you seal your cursed ritual, the possibility of you having a stroke is so high it's scary). I don't think he'll like any partner you introduce him to unless they're a walking green flag, but he tolerates them as long as they're decent people and make you happy. (and he will definitely DESTROY any partner who lays a hand on you in any way, be it insults, raising a hand, any sign of abuse will be an instant NO and a free pass to get them out of your life.) You continue training your powers with him, at least now they are much more refined and controlled. Satoru makes it very clear, he is proud of the progress you have made :3

Satoru definitely cut off contact with the Gojo clan members who neglected you, and forced them to apologize to you. You even tell yourself that you are fine with them, it tastes better. He sees the consequences that his carelessness did to your vision of yourself, he will do whatever it takes to remedy it, including admitting that he was partly to blame too. I would take you to meet his students! especially Itadori, he believes that you could connect better with him due to several similarities they have. Megumi respects you much, much more than he could respect Gojo, and he definitely acts as an intimidating guard dog when you go out together. Rest assured that sometimes he has mistakenly called you "mom" but that is another topic. NOBARA ABSOLUTELY LOVES THE CLOTHES YOU MAKE!!! and when you tell him that it is not bought and that it is homemade, he is shocked and they have a very long talk about fashion and fabrics. it is very entertaining. The higher ups KNOW not to mess with you, Satoru made it very clear to them that any attempt to use you as a weapon would end with their heads on spears, or at the very least, they would lose two very important assets (you and him) so they stay at a distance. safe. In general, Satoru learned over the years to be the brother you deserve, he regrets not having been from the beginning, but he will spend his entire life making up for it and giving you what he KNOWS you deserve.

Suguru Geto

You are more younger than him, 4-5 years to say something.

From moment one, Suguru was a decent brother who became better the more you grew. He thought his parents would never fully understand his battles with seeing the curses, but he was happy that at least in your "childhood innocence" you believed him and supported him. The problem was that it was not childish innocence. He realized when you were 4-5 years old and he was 11. He saw you talking with a curse that he swore you had invented. but not. He ate it quickly (causing you to cry) and had the realization that you were just like him. From then on Suguru was the best brother imaginable in a way. You two were the only ones who understood each other at home, so Suguru was determined that you would NEVER have to endure the same kind of anguish that he went through because of his parents' honest ignorance. He always believed you when you told him about a curse (which 99% of the time was really there) and in general he tried to make everything less scary for you.

Thanks to this you have a very bright personality, you are very pretty, you loved learning things like sewing, combing your hair (with the help of Suguru), in general you wanted to be the best version of yourself. You even managed to learn how to use your ritual technique in a basic way! Suguru helped a lot with that, although when he went to Jujustu Tech, he was home a lot less, but you still managed to learn more on your own. It was when you entered high school that everything went to shit. You were so excited to have a new environment, but you also wanted to help. So on one of your first days you barely performed a ritual to exorcise a curse in your Classroom and caught another one. and apparently several colleagues saw it. and the rumors did not wait. "crazy", "lunatic", "schizophrenic" were some of your classmates' favorites, but you could handle it, you thought, because it was doing something good for them even if they didn't realize it. be good, be good, be good--

then the shower incident happened.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. They're just jokes, they're just jokes. you can handle this--

They began to corner you in the hallways, in the bathrooms, they made rounds to push you and pull your hair (half an hour of preparation to the pipe), they wrote things in your cabinet--

Every day it was harder to contain yourself, every day it was harder to pretend that you were doing things "right." and your classmates' comments repeated in your head like a loop. Your personality little by little faded more and more, that internal beauty was destroyed by external cruelty. and Suguru noticed this. Even if you tried to pretend otherwise at home, I could see something was wrong. but every time he wanted to talk about it with you you just said the same thing "Non-Sorcerers are complicated." and partly he thought that since schools are plagued with curses and you're very sensitive, that's probably the problem (and the fact that your classmates can't see them doesn't help).

but everything comes to a breaking point this year for both of us, even though you went first. There were several school crossover events, and you met a boy you got along with. very good. and the final event was a dance between both schools. He asked you if you wanted to go with him. You accepted. That week was when Suguru saw you the most cheerful in a long time, you insisted on making your own dress (even though he could buy it) but you asked him to make you a pretty hairstyle. He did the best he could and even helped you put on your makeup. You looked completely beautiful (your mother even took a photo). and your date was a nice guy! Suguru doesn't usually like any boy you bring home, but this one? He even brought you a very nice hair accessory, he was polite and above all he looked VERY happy to see you. He could tolerate it. Your father left them and your night was very good! They danced, they talked, they told stories, they ate something, they had a good time. but then they were called to the stage. You must have thought something was wrong. but you were so happy and radiant when they gave you the bouquet and the crown-- and then they threw what you wanted to believe was red paint at you. and the only thing you remember after that is LAUGHTER, shrill, hurtful, painful LAUGHTER. everything went blank in your mind. You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be here, you shouldn't--- Your partner ran you off the stage and took you to a bathroom to help you clean yourself up a little. He even grabbed towels from the men's bathroom for you, but nothing was saved from turning red, not even the gift he gave you. Your makeup was ruined, your hair was ruined, your hair stank (that wasn't paint), your dress was stained, you were a mess... You called Suguru to go look for you, as soon as you hiccuped, he was ready to go with the rainbow dragons to kill your date, imagine his surprise when he arrived and found him giving you his jacket so you wouldn't be cold from the "painting" ( If it weren't the worst possible time and his growing hatred for Non-Sorcerers, Suguru would be planning your wedding with him).

When you two get home, you run to your room and refuse to get out or let Someone get in for the rest of the night. Suguru could feel his heart CRUSH when he heard you crying your eyes out and wondering WHY why they hate you so much?

Suguru knows why. Because the Non-Sorcerers would never understand people like you or him, that you are blessed, they are jelous, and they can't have what You have. He would console you, say that they're are just ungreatfull people who don't understand how lucky they were to have You.

If we are talking about your current relationship with him, is pretty good. Even thoug all the things he does.

Mimiko and Nanako LOVE you, the same as Geto nothing less, and are REALLY protective when it comes to You, they specially love when you go out with them or when You make them clothes(they will use them until the fabric rots). All the Family see you as a second in command, the Right hand woman, the rightfull to lead in case Geto is no around.

If You can, they will ask You to make them float with your Powers, is very fun for them, and absolutly LOVE see You in battle, they Say You're a complete Badass. And the rest of the family thinks the same, but try to make you not use them that often.

You and Suguru are still close, although of course, it's a little strange now. you love your brother so much and believe absolutely everything he tells you, even turning a blind eye to the fact that he killed YOU TWO's parents, but you want to believe it's for the greater good. other than that he is still a loving brother. It encourages you to talk to him and the family about your trauma and thus be able to overcome it more easily, and even leave alive some people in your circle of friends who can see curses.

(honestly the only Non-Sorcerer he would leave alive would be your date from the "bloody bath" incident) he keeps doing your hair! but now they are even more intricate and beautiful, he has the help of Mimiko and Nanako for that. Apart from the fact that it greatly encourages your hobby of making clothes (it is likely that you made the twins' clothes at the beginning and they will thank you for life). Now you have quality fabrics to work with and several extra hands (IMAGINE MAKING CLOTHES FOR GETO OR FAMILY MEMBERS). Even Geto has several "disciples" of the cult work as your assistants and servants exclusively. (to say that he will cut out their tongues if they do anything remotely bad against you is an understatement)

In general he gives you all the control you could want, almost at the level of his own, even things like your food, your clothes (traditional too), your room, everything has the same quality and care as Geto receives and everyone knows it, they must treat you the same as him, with fear, submission and devotion.

Geto can't help but feel great pride very time you go to fight and show your most brutal side. He makes sure to clean the monkey blood off of you when you get home and tell you that, how proud he is of you. Unlike Gojo, he makes sure that you have your abilities as an extension of yourself, not only so that you generate immunity to side effects, but to show you more directly his point of view. Do you see how you, him and the family are Superior to the monkeys? Do you see the difference your blessing makes? In general, he is a loving brother who, now that he has the resources, will create the perfect world for the family, for the Sorcerers and, above all, for you. It's the least you deserve after all.

Thank you for reading ❤️

Ahhhhh the Exams are KICKING MY ASS!! But i have a few ideas ti work with. Love ya❣️

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5 and... jaytimkon??? (For the drabble prompts)

Jpeg fr the things I would do for a jaytimkon from you akfjslajdlaja

-@bi-bats

I haven't drabbled much into jaytimkon territory, but i'll do it for you, beloved <];)

"So how long have you two been married?"

It comes out of Jason's mouth as a joke. Or, at least, he means it as a joke. He expects a scoff or an eyeroll or maybe a besotted smile. He isn't quite sure what to do with the startled look Kon gives him.

"What?" the guy asks, stupidly thick lashes fluttering in abashment. His cheeks go pink and Jason gets the sense he's resisting the urge to fan his face like a scandalized genteel woman.

Jason nods his head towards the door that Tim had just left through after walking in, saying, "Do you-" and promptly getting handed exactly what he needed from Kon without having to specify what it was. It isn't the first time it's happened since the two of them have set up shop at the little basement coffee station - separate, of course, from Tim's regular coffee station up in his living area - waiting for Tim to work his genius.

It's kind of magical the way they operate on the same wavelength - finishing each other's sentences, knowing what the other needs, vollying inside jokes back and forth too fast for Jason to even pretend to keep up. It makes some kind of longing crawl up in his throat. So he teases instead of saying Can I get in on that? Instead of saying Stop doing that before I start uncontrollably sobbing. Instead of saying Who do I have to kill to get me a bitch like that?

Kon stutters out, "We're not- that's- why would you-"

"Oh my god, breathe," Jason orders, taking pity on him. "I was messing with you. I just meant that you two practically share a brain. It's kinda freaky. But also...kinda cool."

Kon looked down and shrugged. "Just known each other a long time. Lotta missions, lotta near-death experiences. Watching Santa get blown up together probably had something to do with it."

"You- what?"

"It's whatever." Kon waves a dismissive hand through the air. "We're close, but - I dunno. You bats have something else entirely going on. I'm sure you understand him better than I do."

"Oh, come on," he can't help but protest. "Just 'cause we're both bats doesn't mean we have some kinda psychic connection. If we could communicate the way the two of you do, we'd all beat each other up a lot less."

"No, seriously," Kon insists, face open and imploring in a way that makes Jason want to cover him with a blanket so no one else can catch him like that. "Sometimes I think he's the alien, but then I hear how he talks about you, the way all of you guys work together, and it's- it's a little cult-y, but it's also really cool? Like you guys have a secret language. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he's been obsessed with you for, like, ever, so there's kind of that hero worship thing going on, and you're actually smart enough to keep up with the stuff he talks about and-"

There's something in Kon's voice that tickles the back of his brain, something between He talks about me? and 'Batclan Cult Allegations.' It sounds stretched thin and bittersweet and tense. The pieces fall together faster than he can relegate them.

"Wait a minute," he interupts. "Are you jealous? Of me?"

The idea is bizarre, absurd, unthinkable. It makes a little bird flutter around in his stomach, but he isn't sure whether that has more to do with the lovely, mysterious creature in the next room over or the goregous, good-natured creature in front of him.

Kon shrugs again, refusing to meet Jason's gaze. "Who wouldn't be?"

A warmth surges in his gut, rushing to his palms in a way that makes him want to reach out and share the heat. He puts several years of laborious therapy to use and decides to take a chance.

"And here I was, all green with envy over watching the two of you together."

And once those ethereal blue eyes lock onto his, Jason can't look away.

"Maybe if we put our heads together," he continues, hoping Kon can hear all the things he isn't saying as well, "We can parse out what the hell Tim is talking about all the time, 'cause I don't have a fuckin' clue."

The laughter that earns him sounds like bells. And when Tim walks in and asks, "What's so funny?" the two of them share a knowing look, something just between them.

[prismuffin]

Hi! I saw you did Sally Face, and you hadn't gotten a request for it yet.

So if you can, how about a Sal fisher x Male reader that's into studying witchcraft and the paranormal?

You can decide if this would be a drabble, one-shot, etc..

A/n: say less anon leave this to me🫡

Little Dark Age

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft

kinda goes from headcanons to a little one-shot !!

warnings?: mentions of witchcraft and the paranormal,

!-!more under the cut!-!

—Honestly you being into witchcraft and all things spooky is probably how you met Sal.

—He'd definitely be intrigued, and would probably ask you for help in finding out the secrets of Addison Apartments

—You both click instantly, with his curiosity of the paranormal and your knowledge of it, you both fit hand in hand.

—He asks you a lot of questions regarding the paranormal and that's how he found out you're also into witchcraft.

—He makes jokes about potions and hexes and is actually shocked when you tell him that those are real, though they're not as drastic as people think. He quickly get's over his shock and quickly finds it super cool that you know about all of this stuff.

—He tells you about Megan and you suggest having a Séance in the room her ghost resides in to make it easier for him to communicate with her. It's now a regular thing you both do, sometimes you're able to contact her and other times you're not, either way Sal is still pretty impressed with your skill.

—You guys tried to get Larry to join you both for a Séance once but he freaked out after just stepping foot in the fifth floor, like he just refuses.

—The entire gang calling you a witch whenever they're talking about you

—Todd corrected them all once, calling you a wizard and not a witch since you're male and now it's the only thing Larry calls you. At least Sal still uses your name sometimes but Larry seems to have taken a vow to never say it again.

—After gaining a bit more trust in your relationship Sal would tell you about the shadow ghost he'd been seeing around, asking for help to contact it or seeing if you know more about it.

—You freak out when he tells you about it though he can tell you're trying to hide it. You give him a Hazar necklace (one of those blue-eye amulets) and tell him you'll place a protection spell on him while you look into his shadow entity.

—He now wears that amulet religiously and practically never takes it off.

—He's asked you to try and contact Larry's dad the way you do with Megan but you don't follow through with it since you're not sure how Larry would feel about it.

—When he first meets Ash he stupidly asks you to make a love potion for him. You tell him you won't do it because it can be dangerous and you're jealous, and he's a bit sad but understands nonetheless.

—I ran out of ideas so here's a one-shot about the scenario above

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"Come on Y/n please! Just this once," Sal begged you as he stood in your living room, hoping that this time your answer would change, however it didn't. "No." "I'll never ask you for anything ever again! I swear! Come on man..use your wizard powers and whip something up for me!" "For the last time Sal, I am not making you a "love potion" for some stupid girl." You crossed your arms, a pout resting on your lips as your eyebrows furrowed. "Ash isn't stupid, she's-" Sal sighed in a lovesick way and you rolled your eyes. "Making a love potion can be dangerous, they tend to backfire, you know?" You drew Sal's attention back to you, staring into the holes of his mask where you could just barely make out his blue eyes. It took him a minute, but slowly he nodded, a sigh that you could barely make out escaped his lips and you chuckled.

"You could just confess to her you know?" You mentally cursed yourself out for suggesting such a thing. Even though a part of you wanted to help your dear friend with his girl problems another part of you wanted said girl out of his life completely. Luckily, Sal quickly shut down the idea, "No way man, it was hard enough for me to just become friends with her." You shook your head, biting back a teasing grin as you stared at Sal, "well sorry I can't exactly help you here. If you need me to summon the dead I'm all ears but you and your girl problems can go." You pointed towards the door with a quirk of you eyebrow and you barely saw Sal roll his eyes as he turned to leave with a huff. "Thanks for nothing Y/n, see ya." "Yeah yeah, see ya Sally Face." You sighed, hearing the door close behind, walking over to lock it back. You stared at the wooden frame as your mind wandered to the conversation that took place moments prior. A love potion...would it be hypocritical if you,,,- no! You quickly shook those thoughts from your head, scolding yourself as you walked to your room. Using a love spell on Sally would be ridiculous, not to mention the dangers you just warned Sal himself about. You flopped onto your bed, groaning into your hands as gay thoughts of you and one of your best friends flooded your mind. You can see why Sal felt hopeless enough to ask for a love potion in moments like these, a dry chuckle leaving your mouth at how hypocritical you sounded. 'Just confess to her' you said, as if you yourself don't tremble at the thought of doing the same thing. 'Maybe one day I'll tell him', you think, knowing in your heart that it's probably not true.

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( i hope my limited knowledge on witchcraft and the paranormal was enough)

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[riddles-n-games]

TIG Drabble #3-Nash and Zara

"Come on, girl." He clicked twice at Chili but the mare stopped again, her ears twitching from side to side. Chalking it up to nervousness, he patted the side of her neck. "There's nothin' out here you ain't seen before." But she wasn't budging.

Sighing, Nash put a hand in his pocket to grab a treat and he smirked when her ears pinned back in alert as soon as she heard the shuffling. Sly girl. When he got it out, he handed the apple slice to her and she watched him, her eye wide in delight before eagerly snagging the snack from him. She walked forward soon after. Nash shook his head in amusement. "You are a little bugger sometimes."

But just as they'd gotten around the first bend in the trail, his mare slowed and only then did he notice the sound of an extra set of hoofbeats. He turned and signaled Chili to stop. The horse and rider coming toward him were instantly recognizable, Quicksilver and his Aunt Zara. He couldn't remember the last time she joined him on a trail ride.

"Aunt Z." He tipped his hat.

"Nash," she acknowledged with a nod.

"Fine morning for a trail ride."

"Yes."

"I've been planning to take Chili out on a newer trail for a change of scenery. Would you mind?"

"No, I've been needing some myself." He nodded and took the lead. His aunt remained quiet and a few meters behind. She was grieving; she might never admit it but the old man's death shook her up in a way he hadn't seen in a very long time. Since maybe his grandmother's death. He'd come back only a few days ago to find everyone in disarray, some more than others. Zara, he hadn't seen since his first night back and but for a brief moment by his grandfather's deathbed.

But, despite the tragic circumstances that brought them together, Nash smiled nostalgically. He missed the times when she took him on rides in the Black Wood as a young boy. It'd been some of his favorite memories with her; they became rarer as he grew. Now, they happened once in a blue moon and he clung to each one. But he knew not to ask for more; he always knew to take what he was offered.

He knew that after the ride neither of them would bring it up in the future, their version of the tree house pact. Only they would know and as for their horses? Well, his aunt did once tell him that their eyes held many secrets and one could wonder what they were but a horse would never confirm or deny. They were secret keepers by nature. You could utter all your darkest secrets and they'd take them to the grave.

And didn't that sound just like someone else he knew? The great Tobias Hawthorne had many of them and he did just that, not even uttering a word that he'd been sick until he was gone. Let him keep his secrets. They didn't matter anymore; Nash had other problems. He had to hold his family together by a flimsy thread. And it wasn't just his brothers. He looked behind, stealing another look at his tightlipped aunt. Her eyes were red-rimmed, there were dark circles underneath, a crease above her furrowed brows, and her face which seemed posed in a permanent frown was ghostly pale. She probably hadn't slept in the last three days.

But that was okay too. He would take care of her the way she did him once. Someone had to be the strong one. What was one more time doing the same thing he'd done his whole life? It was his role anyway. I'll pick up the pieces like I always have. You at least trained me well to do that.

His life was measured in aftermaths but he never dwelled on them much. He moved on.

Never forget the broken things, the ones you leave behind. Clean up the shards, because when you don't... People get hurt.

The old man's voice rang in his head. Nash trotted on.

[jesperr-fahey]

how about something with sanji + usopp for the prompts thing?

oohhh anon you've been reading my liveblogs haven't you. you know i'm insane about them rn don't you. the random word i generated is piano which is an interesting one!! here's what i've got :) don't ask any plot questions i don't have a plot

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"We should keep moving," Sanji says, glancing behind, in front, around. The room is quiet and empty, and so are the hallways that he can see, but that doesn't mean they'll stay that way.

"Sanji, come on," Usopp responds with a laugh, spreading his arms wide and looking around. "This place is abandoned. If we can find some old paperwork, it might be helpful, but the guy we're looking for isn't here. And this place is gorgeous."

He has a point there, at least. It might be abandoned, but it's still a mansion, complete with a massive entryway, a grand staircase with gilded railings, and this room they're in now- a ballroom, almost, but smaller, for more intimate dances and performances. Some of the furniture is gone, looted or lost, but the floor is clearly meant for dancing, and there's still a grand piano in the corner, too large and heavy to be moved.

"Come on," Usopp says again, bouncing on his feet. "I'm sure we'll find a kitchen eventually, and you'll want to explore that. Why can't I explore this?"

Sanji sighs, already knowing that he's going to give in. "What interest do you have in a room like this one?" he asks, because he has a reputation to uphold, dammit, and he can't just say yes and be done with it.

Usopp's grin grows softer, mistier. "Kaya had a music room. I didn't actually go inside her house very often, but sometimes she'd sneak me in and try to teach me how to play the piano. I wasn't very good, but it made her laugh. I probably still remember the one thing she managed to teach me."

Sanji doesn't know Kaya- never got the chance to meet the woman from Usopp's home who gifted them the Merry- and he doesn't know much about her, either. Usopp clearly cares about her even still, but it's something he keeps close. His eyes are distant now, though, clearly thinking about her, about home, and Sanji knows how quickly that introspection can turn to grief, so he blurts out, "Go on, then."

"What?" Usopp asks, blinking the emotion away.

"Go on," Sanji repeats, waving a hand towards the piano as if he doesn't care. "You said you still remember."

Slowly, Usopp's face grows back into a grin, and he practically hops and skips over to the piano, brushing some of the dust off of clearly unused keys.

Sanji crosses his arms, watching, as Usopp takes two fingers and begins to pluck out a tune. It's a strange melody, with a quick tempo, dancing between dissonant tones and simple harmony, odd and lovely all at once.

Usopp's tongue sticks out between his teeth as he concentrates, and Sanji allows a small fond smile to dance across his lips. They'll be here a little longer than intended, but that's okay. That's worth it.

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(send me a character or pairing and i'll generate a random word and write you a drabble!)

[scenetocause]

hiii i was just wondering if it was you that wrote the max/ lando/ luisa fic where they changed genders? and max like stays a girl? i’ve been back reading nortrell and absolutely loved reading this one the first time. i can’t find the fic anymore and if it was you that wrote it, did you delete it?

it was me! it is here. also your other ask led to me looking at it and being like on what planet did i rate this mature it's got like, several dp scenes haha what.

for something that was pure whimsy cus someone on a discord server was like lol there should be mandinha sex swap fic it's one of my favourites. in retrospect it probably should have been clearer to me that i am not at all cis earlier on lol.

here's a little drabble to make up for making my own fic completely fucking unsearchable with my bizarro rating assessments. ("nsfw i guess" there)

It's not exactly news that Lando likes tits. Especially Max's. So she could've thought through wearing a bikini a bit more thoroughly but Lando's been away for weeks and Luisa's been on Strictly or whatever and there frankly hasn't been nearly enough attention on her from either of them.

And it's the first sunny day in London for ages. She'd definitely have her top off if she was a boy right now, so she can lie on the sofa in a sunbeam soaking up the warmth if she wants.

Until Lando's blocking the light, anyway, eyes crinkled with glee. "Maxy, oh my god."

"What? Get out of the sunbeam, mate, you're in the way."

Lando ignores her but does at least crouch down so he can trail his hand up Max's waist, cup his stupidly massive palm over her tit. "You're so hot."

"I'm fucking freezing actually, it was nice in the sun but some bloke's fucked that up."

Lando just rolls his eyes, picks Max up off the sofa with an ease she's still not sure if she's jealous of or can't help enjoying. It takes her breath away a little bit, sometimes, that the guy so tiny he had to be velcro-ed into a fucking kart could throw her around, now.

Even if the way her body changed was different (sudden, all at once, no years of carving muscle in the gym) it's crazy to think how much they've grown, still with each other. Makes her a bit soppy about it, maybe, so she has to hide her face in Lando's hoodie while he's putting her down on the bed and then tucking her in.

"Warm now?" He's a fucking weapon, this guy. Lying on top of the duvet, on Max, so she's basically pinned down.

"Be warmer if you got in, Bob." She's missed him. Got to into her own head while he was off driving laps of Bahrain and making heart-eyes at a more successful ex-Renault junior.

Lando relents easily because she's going to let him fuck her. Might even be up for anal, if he wants that. Sometimes they like it, as a throwback to how they used to fuck and Lando's dick feels pretty good anywhere.

Under the duvet his hands get everywhere, undoing the ties on Max's (well, Luisa's) bikini and slipping it off her, down into the foot of the bed somewhere.

"God. Your tits are so great." Lando's doing something with his mouth, between them, that's really not very far off motorboating and Max would object but it's the weird attention she's been craving. All Lando shit, unfocussed and a bit mental.

"D'you think you could do F1 Academy?" Obviously that's the kind of mad thing Lando asks when they're about to fuck.

"Bob, no. I don't know? Maybe." Callum could probably ask. She might, just to race again. Maybe. Maybe she could actually take a fight to Doriane. Or, mortifyingly, find herself massively off the pace. It's a big gamble.

"Could be the Silverstone wildcard. Be all sexy, we can both win." Alright, Mr confidence.

"Don't think they're racing there." Max kisses him, tries to get Lando's brain back on the job at hand by stroking his dick through his joggers. "C'mon, make me come and then I'll show you what Connor's done to his hair."

[cinnamonroll-anon]

Rain Drabble: Springtrap x Reader

Warnings: Fuff, Comfort, Gender Neutral

A/n: It's raining where I'm at so I'll indulge in some Springtrap Drabbles. I believe I've seen a headcanon somewhere along the lines of springtrap being afraid of thunder and with the added precaution that water would make him rust, it all blends together to make the eventful night you're experiencing.

It was all normal throughout the day, the air feeling cool and a bit humid but days like these were common in autumn. You had seen the news report on your tv that it would start raining tomorrow and would continue throughout the week. You paid little mind to it and springtrap seemed a bit relieved and so you went above your day until nighttime came. You did your nightly routine and were relaxing on your bed, springtrap was somewhere else around the house doing god knows what, until you heard the soft pitter patter of raindrops against your ceiling. An early rain you thought? You would be wrong, because not even five minutes later the rain began to pour furiously and then thunder shook your house.

Soon after springtrap had made his way to your room, panicked and breath heaving. You had asked him what was wrong and he made a poor effort to mask how he was feeling, trying to wear his signature smirk but the panic was evident in his eyes. "W-what do you mean? Everything's fine, nothing is wrong." Then a flash of light came from the window and a louder rumble came from the sky, causing him to jump, his facade replaced by a more fearful stance.

Then it clicked, he was scared shitless of thunder. It wasn't uncommon by any means, many people were scared of thunder, but he didn't seem like the kind of person to be afraid of it. Actually he didn't quite resemble much of a person now that you think about it, maybe that's why you couldn't believe he'd be afraid. He hesitantly scooted closer to you, hesitant on what to do but he probably didn't want to deal with this alone. You waved him over, softly patting your lap and he scurried over to you like a scared child.

After you got comfortable with him, his head in your lap, you softly ran your fingers through his matted fur. It seemed to help calm him down a bit, as his breathing steadied. "Sorry to bother you like this, it's not... Your problem to deal with." He told you somberly, clearly ashamed of himself, before another roll of thunder made him cling onto you. You gently pulled a blanket over him, trying to make him feel as safe as you could, your hands softly caressing his head. You began to tell him that he was alright and that fear is normal, even if it's for something so illogical sometimes, it was still valid. You would be here the whole night for him and you'd make sure that nothing bad happens to him.

The way his features softened up, he looked at you like you were his whole world. He let himself relax in your embrace, or the best he could. He'd still tense up and subconsciously grip you tighter but he definitely looked better than when he first rushed in. You began to talk to him, trying to distract him. You'd caress his ears and nuzzle into him, simply pampering him in affection, leaving him a flustered mess. You were really something special to him.

After a couple hours or so you both became sleepy. You turned off the lights before gently laying down on the bed, letting his head rest on your chest. You pulled the blanket over his head and softly placed your hands over his ears, hoping to at least muffle the thunder. He took notice and his eyes shone softly, admiring you even if you're eyes were threatening to close, you still cared for him. You would've told him you noticed his faint glow, but the teasing could wait another day.

You softly drifted off to sleep, springtrap working as a warm and fluffy weighted blanket. He didn't stay awake for very long either, the sound of your heartbeat underneath his head lulling him to sleep, even the thunder couldn't scare him now. It sounded so muffled and far in your arms, almost like magic and soon he found himself in the most comforting sleep of his life.

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[flamedraco]

Welcome To The Blog

Hi. My name is Flame Draco. I write fanfiction.

That's it. That's my thing. I write fanfiction, usually about silly gay birds that happened to be named Quackity and Wilbur (THE CHARACTER, THE CONTENT CREATOR CAN FUCK OFF).

I swear a lot. I have opinions about things. I usually stay in my own little corner of the fandom playing with Q and Wil like they're dolls that I dress up in different outfits and make kiss for my amusement. My fics are usually dark in nature, I've said it once I'll say it again: READ THE TAGS ON MY FICS.

Here are some fics I've written:

You Were Never Meant to be a Hero

A TNT Duo centric superhero fic featuring the Fallen Hero trope. It's a completed fic with a series of oneshots, spinoffs, and requests attached. It was intended to have a sequel but I decided to scrap the project. YWNTMBAH is my baby and the main thing I'm known for.

Shadows and Ice

Another TNT Duo centric story, this time it's fae flavored. It's a revenge story that follows Wilbur as he's sacrificed to the fae but strikes a deal with the Unseelie King, Quackity to save himself. This one is still ongoing.

Blood Smeared on My Coffee Cup, Red Like Your Eyes

A coffee shop/mafia AU for TNT Duo with mafia boss Quackity and barista Wilbur (who may or may not be a murderous info broker). This one is a fic the has some pretty graphic violence as a common theme, but is also pretty fluffy because Coffee Shop. Still ongoing (I PROMISE I'M WORKING ON IT).

Aurelia

A spinoff of YWNTMBAH, an AU where Wilbur is not a hero but rather a supernatural changeling who's made his home in the world of the Perspectiverse. Again, TNT Duo. You don't really need background Perspectiverse knowledge to read this, technically. It would help for certain character outfits and their relationships but it'll read like a superhero AU if you don't. Completed fic.

Rewrite The Stars

Another YWNTMBAH spinoff, this time an alternate timeline where Quackity and Wilbur got together way before Wilbur fell into villainy. This is still ongoing and probably going to take a while to complete.

The Solar Flare Series

A (mostly) Quackity centric series where the man completely lost his marbles. Becoming the villain Solar Flare, who has a very unhealthy obsession with Wilbur. I try to divide the oneshots between Wilbur and Quackity but it really does read as something more Q centric since he's kinda the main deal of the AU with his...tendencies. It's a darker series that will probably end tragically. Ongoing.

Pythia

My oracle Wilbur series, featuring Karlburnapity and more specifically Wilbur who plays with tarot cards and sees the future. He causes a lot of problems for certain green teletubbies. Ongoing.

Blackout

A series of oneshots and drabbles for elytrian TNT Duo and their courting shenanigans. Superhero AU with villain Q and hero Wilbur. Ongoing.

My Ficlets and Oneshots

This is an ongoing series for ships involving Wilbur, Quackity, Sally, Sapnap, and Karl (ONLY THE CHARACTERS). It's mostly TNT Duo but I do other things sometimes for a pallet cleanser. There are 37 fics in the series but I also have more oneshots scattered around my profile not reflected here. Ongoing, basically a file for all my stuff based around prompts I get. You can make request. I can't promise I'll do every request I get and I have rules which are listed in the first fic in the series.

I have other stuff on my profile, this is just the main and more recent stuff. Technically. Or at least the stuff I think about that's on my profile more often.

This is what I do. If you're interested at all, feel free to visit my profile as a whole.

Thanks for reading and welcome to my personal little corner of fandom!

[neonbrutalism]

Would it be weird to want to read a small drabble of Miguel, who in the middle of training Miles, gets hit in the face by a drone? Cuz if it happened to Peter, and it happened to Miles, who's to say Miguel should be spared of that fate?

Miles is pretty sure the drone is buzzing them.

He gets it. He's the cool, new Spider-Man! The people of Brooklyn want to know more about him. See his tricks, his Js, his whole New Spider Thing. They want to know the ins and outs and ... probably maybe want to see if he's gonna die horribly like the last Spider-Man and catch it on video this time. It's like they didn't realize New York's heroes were human under their masks and now that they do, they have some kind of death pool going. Miles just wishes they'd go put their bets on Daredevil instead of on him.

Miguel is kind of aggro about the whole thing. The first drone that creeps on them, he just glares at for a minute before shooting it out of the sky.

The internet is covered in pictures the next day of "DEATH MASK SPIDER-MAN WEBS DRONE" and resulted in about eight bazillion thirsty comments about Tall, Dark and Clenched. Miles takes a lot of joy in reading a few of them out loud to an increasingly embarrassed Miguel the next day - until Miguel snatches his phone and tries to toss it into the river. Followed shortly by trying to toss Miles into the river.

The drone novelty wears off pretty fast after a web Miles is swinging from gets chopped by a drone blade for the third time that week, leaving him plummeting to the streets before he catches himself. Eventually, he grabs a drone and tells it directly, into the camera, to knock it the fuck off.

That doesn't help. If anything, it makes things worse. Now, he's getting buzzed every day - and sometimes, if Miguel's there, by multiple drones at once. He's pretty sure three of them see him mistime a swing and see hm wipe out on the roof and hit a pigeon coop.

They're turning a sharp corner when one of the drones comes in too low - Miles spider-sense lets him down and he only notices it when it's about 6 inches from his face and coming at him full speed.

But it's gone before he can so much as blink. There's a vicious crunch of metal and concrete and when Miles lands and looks around, Miguel's grabbed on to the corner of a building, mask half-pulled up and the drone crushed between his fangs. The plastic is sizzling a little from the venom dripping on to it.

"Woah," says Miles as he lands next to his weird ass mentor.

Miguel unclenches his jaw and drops the drone to the sidewalk, where it shatters further. He looks vaguely disgusted at the taste in his mouth.

"Don't look at me like that," he says, unamused.

"Teeth first, huh?" says Miles, lightly.

Miguel says nothing and spits out a shard of plastic before pulling his mask back down, grumbles something under his breath and leaps up to the roof. Miles follows him, snickering.

When they get back to Miles' home later that night, his dad is waiting for them on the roof and looking both amused and unimpressed.

He wordlessly turns his tablet to the Daily Bugle's website.

DEATH'S HEAD SPIDER-MAN DESTROYS PRIVATE PROPERTY IN VICIOUS, UNPROVOKED ATTACK!

With a still shot of what is ... definitely the inside of Miguel's mouth, right as the fangs crack down on the drone's camera.

"... You know, you can just call the police when you boys see a drone. They're illegal in the city," his dad says.

"I'll ... keep that in mind," Miguel says, not meeting Miles's dad's eye OR looking at the tablet.

His dad turns back the tablet and scrolls down, "Ladies seem to be digging the fangs, though."

"I have to go."

"Girls these days love the vampire look."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Morales," Miguel says as the portal back to Earth 928 opens.

"Hey, the Daily Bugle hates you and all the women love you, you're really part of the Old New York now!" says Miles.

"I'm gonna let that thing hit you next time," Miguel grumbles as he steps into the portal and vanishes.

"... At least he took the attention off of somebody else's Roof Top Poop Coop Fail," his dad says, "But there's a compilation of it. Three angles. Great cinematography."

Miles sighs. He should have let the drone hit him. At least then he might be getting some sympathy.

[azuresky-agere]

headcanons for regressor xiao or tightnari? (also do you mean send minifics,hc requests like request either or give you fics to read and request headcanons sorry if is obvious english isnt my first language)

Hi! When I mean "Mini-Fics", I mean give a charecter and scenario and I'll write a small fic about them. A mini-fic is just for Tumblr, and it helps get my writing skill up! Anyways, I can do both headcanons!

LITTLE XIAO HEADCANONS! For @riluoguo!

CW: mentions of not regressing, diapers [medical reasons], injury mentions [from the archon war]

-Age range is about 2/3 years old, but has regressed to babyspace a few times due to horrible nightmares/getting injured in battle.

-He has 100% regressed in the middle of battle, and he's usually pretty good at holding off the headspace until after battle, but there have been some instances of not letting himself regress at ALL.

-Due to his involvement in the archon war, Xiao sustained quite permanent scarring and needs to be medically padded 24/7. [The first time he was told he needed to be padded constantly he felt humiliated to say the least.]

-Main CG is Zhongli! He found him regressed one day in the middle of the Liyueian wilderness and had to scoop him up, and then all of a sudden, he's got a cranky, injured and hungry two year old in his arms.

-He has a few bird stuffies, and themed-regression items focused around regression, such as blankets/pacifiers, bottles, ect.

-Has to be told multiple times during his regression that it's "good for him" and that he's not a burden. [By Zhongli.]

-Secondary babysitter/CG is childe. Xiao often tries to push himself out of his headspace if he knows that Childe will be his CG, but due to Childe's good skills with young people, this "rocky regression" doesn't last long.

LITTLE TIGHNARI!

-Usually around the age of 8-10, sometimes a bit younger if he's with Cyno.

-Collei isn't a babysitter or CG per-se, and she's drabbled in regression before, but she's the person to go and get a nearby CG if she notices Tighnari overworking himself while regressed, or regressed in general.

-Chaos toddler! He'll run around, play pranks, ect.

-Wears pull-ups when regressed, and despite his embarrassment, he's understanding on why he has to wear them.

-Stuffie collection. He probably has a dozen stuffies, all of the same animal, because he LOVES fennec foxes.

-Collei will sometimes make him custom stuffed animals of himself of cyno as practice for her skills, and no matter how goofy they turn out to look, it doesn't matter to tighnari!

-His ears are extremely sensitive to sound, so he is always regressed during a thunderstorm, or if too many repetitive noises happen.

-Nap baby! He loves taking naps, and half the time he doesn't even make it to the bed, as the carpet in his room gives off "the right texture" to sleep on. Cyno has found him sleeping on the floor on more than a few occasions.

[uroboros-if]

So I was playing through the update (very very fun!!) and I got to the part where Rafaele asks the MC how he looks. I accidentally selected a choice without "looking" at Rafaele, then went back to look first and then select a choice. I found the contrast between the two outcomes very funny �� I just had to pause and write this ask because man this got a lot of giggles out of me 👻👻

Without Looking:

With Looking:

It was definitely a very nice semi-hidden little treasure to stumble upon! I probably wouldn't have found this if it weren't for accidentally clicking a choice without doing the looking first; I know that "not looking" is reflected in the wording of the choices in that certain scenario, but for some reason my brain didn't register it at all until I consciously looked closer 😭

Also, I really really like the "not looking" scenario for some reason?? It feels so familial and intimate, an exasperated father mock-sighing at his unabashedly confident child. It kind of feels like a peek into how MC interacted with their parents during their younger, more childish days 😌 It certainly gave me quite a few drabble/headcanon ideas regarding my MC and his parents, at least. I liked it so much that I decided to keep it (sorry, Rafaele)!! 😝✨

Anyways, I'm very much enjoying the new update!! Thank you for all the work you've done, and good luck with writing chapter 2! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ I'm really excited for it, but please do take your time! You've already given us so much content (including your blog posts, which I very much enjoy reading) :] That was all, and have a very nice day!💙✨

P.S. The relationship between MC and Nero and Rafaele is very near and dear to my heart 🥰 I'm very fond of the ROs, and am looking forward to getting to know more about them ingame — but the dads are special. I've spent waaay more time than I'd like to admit making personal headcanons and anecdotes about that little family 🥹

Ahh, I'm so glad you played through the update! And I'm even more ecstatic that you caught the changes with the looking vs not looking (The choices and comments are different for each option depending on if you looked or not!!)! 💕 I wasn't sure if anyone would be able to see and appreciate the differences!

You're right, though -- it seems so familiar and easy in a way that's intimate to anyone you've been with for a very long time. So even if it may seem like the more "disrespectful" option, it really is just everyday interaction with your family. A little taken for granted, but loving all the same.

I'm super glad you like the dads, and I know many people do as well ❤️ I find it fascinating that we especially value and devalue ROs at the same time (no /neg or criticism). A lot of people look to IFs just for the romance, that sometimes we reduce characters we can romance to being there just for that. Thus, finding characters we can get attached to, without any prior expectation to romance them, feels more special.

Again, not necessarily a bad mindset, or directed towards you, specifically--it's just been on my mind for a long time! It makes me so happy that you can find a character like that in my IF, because I definitely do not want to make important side characters less loveable or interesting than the ROs. So your fondness for the parents is really special as well, and shows that that isn't the case!

That was a lot of musing and rambling -- thank you so much for letting me know your thoughts about the update 🥺 I'll be answering an ask about flower crowns very soon for you 💕🌿

[autumn-foxfire]

Oooh, are these the episodes where Shinichi almost gets caught by Gin in the locker? I think they are! I'm excited, that moment has such great HC potential!

Shinichi the moment he gets a hint of the BO: All care for his cover goes out the window and he gets reckless.

I'd say it's interesting that in a situation where the BO are involved, he isn't worried that Ran has accompanied them, when he won't even tell her his secret due to fearing the BO killing her, but I guess Gosho didn't think about that. No, wait, as I was writing this, Shinichi thought about it but he's quickly put any worries to the back of his head.

You know, Shinichi, if Kogoro and Ran were aware of your situation, they would be able to help you get the disk so much easier. Ran could use Shinichi's name to get it for him, saying the man might be related to a case he's investigating so he needs to check it. Just spitballing some ideas here for you, Shinichi.

How... how does Kogoro in these moments not realise that he is not the one solving the crimes T-T I know he's dumb and prideful at times but come on, he is smart enough to be a detective.

Shinichi using the victims dying message as a way to get the file he needs without raising suspicious, he's resourceful at least. And then once again Ran, in a very weird position in this series, is the one who hinders Shinichi.

Okay, I say it a lot but it's because I mean it, I love when we get to see Shinichi be rash and reckless, I love his flaws. He had to mentally talk himself down because he's got what he wants and now he just needs to leave but he can't do so without wrapping up what he had started even though he wants nothing more than to get away and follow the scent he's found. It's in these moments we see him be a teenage boy who just wants to return to his normal life so badly.

Then stop waiting, Ran. Stop waiting for a man you don't know will return and finally live your life. And when Shinichi comes back into it eventually, then you decide what you want to do.

And stop lying to yourself, Shinichi. You have changed, you aren't the boy she remembers, not anymore. You can't go through what you have without changing. The way you lie to her is the biggest proof that you have.

"Your always crying." She is, because Gosho doesn't know how to write her beyond crying love interest whose life revolves around a man and we hate it. Ran deserves better and I'll say it until I am blue in the face. It might seem like I complain about her writing more often than most but that's because hers is probably one of the worst in this series.

Shinichi, you shouldn't be running with such an important disk in your hand.

Shinichi's lack of interest in girls is so amusing. He's very gay, gay, homosexual, gay.

Oh, this episode introduces the soccer belt. You will become one of Shinichi's most feared weapons.

Agasa is much more fearful than Shinichi is XD

The dreaded coin locker. I can't wait!

My dog is trying to liveblog as well T-T

It's Shinichi's luck that he gets picked up by jewel thieves though. He must hate his life sometimes.

Shinichi: Can I go one moment without being involved in a crime?!

Life: No <3

Yamamura should not be a police officer. He's bragging about how he misused his gun...

Shinichi to the criminals: I'm sorry, I have bigger fish to fry than you two.

Imagine being shaded like that by a boy who looks like he's in grade school. I'd never live it down.

Shinichi really did not think this through. He's down two of his main weapons and he's going to confront criminals that have bested him multiple times.

Gin has got such a cool voice...

Gin helping his partner, how kind of him.

0219. A number that Shinichi is sure to never forget.

I LOVE THIS MOMENT SO MUCH. It's such a small one but it's such a good one to explore Shinichi developing trauma from almost being caught and killed. I did a small drabble on tumblr which involved him developing claustrophobia due to this, associating the small and suffocating spaces with almost being killed.

It's so great too because Shinichi resents Conan, he hates how his body has been altered and he can no longer live his previous life, and yet it's due to Conan that he is able to investigate the BO as well as he can, it's saved his life more than once.

Annnnd he's hiding the truth from Haibara T-T I know he said he would protect her but protection is not leaving them in ignorance. In fact, especially for Haibara, it puts them more in danger.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

15 people, 15 questions

I got tagged by: @rocketturtle4 and @italianpersonwithashippersheart

1. are you named after anyone?

One of my names is shared with a family member.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Probably a day or two ago, my mother is re-homing the dog sometime in January which I am very opposed to, but this trip is the last time I'll see her so I've been very emo.

3. do you have kids?

Not at the moment

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

Swords! hehe, stabby stab.

5. do you use sarcasm?

Oh, probably like 90% of the time, yeah.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Difficult question, I think it depends on the person and how I met them. I feel like I tend to latch on to people's personalities more than anything else.

7. what’s your eye color?

Not stupid big brown baby cow eyes, even though my commentary on the sort is at least a fraction of my brand on this website.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Yes. I will not pick one because I think both are important and serve different purposes. Not every story needs a happy ending, not every movie needs to be scary. When I do watch scary movies, I prefer them to be hauntings, so like Haunting of Hill House is one of my favorite pieces because it is just so fucking beautiful. When I think a story really deserves a happy ending it is when the characters have suffered through so much and are finally granted peace.

9. any talents?

I will take a chance not to self-disparage and say that I think I have many talents, just like everyone else has many talents.

10. where were you born?

The best country in the world (SARCASM) 'Murica.

11. what are your hobbies

I mean...I think most people who follow me on this website know what my current primary hobby is, I have 70+ pieces of evidence on it pinned to my page lol. But otherwise, sword fighting and Dungeons and Dragons, so you know...nerdery.

12. do you have any pets?

None that are actually mine.

13. how tall are you?

About average

14. favorite subject in school?

English, Science, honestly the only class I really hated with any level of passion was pre-calc. Fuck pre-calc.

15. dream job

Used to be physician, but I am so far outside of that field now it's hilarious. I'm young, dumb, and trying to get over burnout so I have not been thinking about my future like that for the last year, and it's been amazing.

tagging some friends I do not plague daily with messages: @solitaryandwandering, @wanderlust-in-my-soul, @negrowhat, @dribs-and-drabbles, @telomeke

[aehno]

Pointless drabble about a show I like

Duckman was a show that I was obsessed with for a while

I watched it in my first year of college, and it's just. Really, really unique to say for the very least. I lowkey kinda crushed on the title character ngl and you cannot judge me because this is tumblr and I know for a fact you, dear reader, have crushed on worse. Worse than even a bespectacled yellow creature who is shaped like a dehydrated toilet.

I mean it's interesting, I really like this character, even if he's not the best at being what he is. He's this perverted, bitter loser who has turned to hedonism after the death of his wife, who he had a codependent relationship with that the show never explores the flaws of and I really wish it did...

He really, really loved this woman, and was shown to be a better person with her around, or at least happier. But with her death, he's just fallen apart. He thinks he can't parent his kids properly without her, and has turned to drinking and pornography to fill whatever hole's in him now. The women he meets in the show also leave him by the end of an episode, meaning he'll never properly replace her. So yeah her death fucked him up bad.

We see that he also has a bit of a Freudian excuse. His mom was neglectful much like he is now and wished she could do better as later revealed, and his father died when he was young, and was also a bit of an asshole, too. So, yeah, the guy had shit parents, meets this woman who LOVES him really deeply, and suddenly he feels completed, he's loved and he loves her back. They start a family and that seems all well and good and then his wife suddenly dies. She says, QUITE LITERALLY IN HER WILL that she does not trust this man with a family, and so she gives her twin sister Bernice custody of the kids. And what we also see here is that he mirrors his parents a little- death of the spouse causes him to become more neglectful, but there's one difference: now the kids have a competent parent. A compelling idea that is also barely explored.

Bernice could have been a better character. So she's this harpy of a woman. An absolute BITCH! She treats Duckman like garbage because she views him as vile and morally repugnant, a poor influence on the kids. She encourages them to bully him like she does, and Charles and Mambo seem more willing, while Ajax is a bit more innocent and oblivious. She does clearly want what's best for Duckman, and in her defense, he can be pretty bad sometimes. So it's a compelling conflict but we don't see much beyond "they hate eachother's guts" and Bernice can be super over the top sometimes, to the point that it isn't really a realistic portrayal of a lawful good asshole, and I wish they did better. Also her resemblance to his wife but not acting like her at all is SUPER interesting as well.

Anyway I guess I'll talk his other relationships now, too whatever.

Duckman and Cornfed are gay, there I said it. Gay. There is probably some internalized homophobia on both ends considering that they both seem more interested in and comfortable with girls, that being said Duckman is definitely a lot more shameless about his bisexuality, though this might just be because he's desperate and horny and so he has an excuse he can use for himself, while Cornfed definitely is a bit more reserved about... that and prefers to pursue girls as a result. You can say I'm headcanoning but uh

Yeah.

Some fucker beat me to this. It's not even subtext, it's just text. This shit is Revolutionary Girl Utena but for boys.

Anyway those are probably the most compelling things in the show, notice how I'm mostly talking about the lead character here. He's kinda the most interesting one. The other guys are neat, like Cornfed, but like, generally speaking most of the cast isn't very developed.

You got Duckman's kids, he tries to be a good parent sometimes, but is pretty neglectful other times, always chasing immediate gratification and not really knowing how to be there for them. He feels bad about his state but never does anything about it. Charles and Mambo resent him, and he can't relate to them because they're smarter than him, and he really feels bad about what's happened with Ajax, as he barely spends time with him but relates to him a little bit more with how stupid he is.

I completely forgot until now that Bernice's mom is in a comatose state and communicates exclusively through farts. Why, oh why is this where my autism goes.... oh right it's because I have a fetish for pathetic men and Duckman is literally every man I like at once and I should kill myself.

There's also King Chicken. NGL I'm not a big fan of this character, he only has one good episode, and it's the dinner party one (best season 3 episode and probably the only reason you should even bother with season 3 tbh) He is Duckman's worst enemy, vowed to ruin his life after Duckman bullied him in high school. Pretty funny premise. In the best episode it's revealed that Duckman only bullied him because once he was out of the picture, the bullies turned on him instead. And then King Chicken's fuckass wife tries to make them not be friends anymore after they seem like they're about to be because she likes her current situation, where she feels like she actually has power or something idk it was kinda vague. Also Duckman and King Chicken are kind of gay much like Duckman and Cornfed. Wish there was more to say about that alas there isn't really much I can even so much as recall....

Funny how much "they're kind of gay" there is in this fucking show huh. It's sadly a bit behind in other ways, a lot of transphobic shit in there actually, some of the character designs and jokes are, anyway bleh. Weird how the show makes fun of gross hateful people and humor with the title character and then turns around and does that. I think some racism, too, though we mostly see it in the videogame I won't even bother with because it looks bad...

Seems kind of relevant that I segway into the last characters I really remember at all, who are gender neutral, Fluffy and Uranus, who are meant to be neutrally politically correct. Overly saccharine and trying to help Duckman be better, and the running gag is he brutally murders them to get them to shut the fuck up. OG Happy Tree Friends Pmuch. Idk it's a funny bit, and I like how over time they get more and more sick of Duckman, even snapping a few times. It's interesting to see him try to expect more in return from them in dire situations, and how they often end up turning on him. Really emphasizes his self destructive nature, and how he doesn't even realize it sometimes.

Like what the fuck why is this character so compelling I'm probably the ONLY PERSON ON EARTH who thinks this and it's all because of a fetish I have for men that are like him.

I think the only reason more people don't really feel that interested in him or the show is because it's kind of bad sometimes lol. I'll focus on the character. At his best, Duckman's an oddly endearing little shit and at his worst he's grating to watch and you wonder how this garbage even aired to begin with. (You kinda see it in the video I put up there about him and Cornfed being gay for eachother.) In his worst episodes, Duckman is a very exaggerated version of himself, downright annoying and not charming at all. It's a shame because I find him weirdly relatable.

Like, he has no filter, no shame, and is a very unstable individual. He's disgusting, openly so, and he makes bad choices, does bad things, but he has a heart, he is capable of love. He's aware that what he does is wrong sometimes, and he tries to fix it sometimes, but it never works out. He refuses to listen to help. He thinks he's right in some ways but he hurts because nothing he does will ever satisfy him. The things he does to be "happy" or "feel good" are empty and hollow, and the ways he tries to find love always fail (About Face, the Friends parody one I related to even though it was bad.) He's desperate for it, too to the point of foolishness (the Elliot one I forget the name of where he's getting manipulated by a sycophant). Like, it's really, really not often I see characters like this. Because that's ME IM LIKE THAT HE'S LITERALLY MEEEEEEEEE

TLDR I want to write my own Duckman revival with yaoi in it. Also the show's ending was BAD and an obvious set up for a twist if the show was continued and I'm lowkey fine that it didn't because that last season WAS NOT GOOD.

Happy Halloween