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[thera-daydreams]

SCARLET & SHADOW

ᱬ The Darkling x Scarlet Witch!Reader ᱬ

[aleksander morozova x wanda maximoff!reader]

Warning: This will be very canon-divergent, considering that it will be a fix-it fic for the Darkling's story. Will contain elements of violence, manipulation, and gore present in the series. Plus, mentions of depression, trauma, regret (as W. Maximoff) and the inclusion of possible adult themes in the later chapters.

Majority of this will also be based on the Netflix show since I haven't read the entire books yet. There may be inaccuracies and a whole lot of changes. You have been warned!

Otherwise, proceed and enjoy! ♟️🌹

(Sidenote: So... okay. I'm deciding to write this and make it a formal fanfic—as per previous post one and post two—because I seriously cannot sleep with the overwhelming inspiration I'm getting from shipping these two characters. Aleksander and Wanda are practically the same person in different fonts. They both did shitty, selfish things but I need to give them a happy ending. Together. Somehow. And hate it or love it, I firmly believe this idea should be shared to the world. If you know my other JJK fic, you'll know Wanda is an obsession of mine. Also, also, also! Please bear with me if updates are scarce. I'm juggling my academic review, work, another unfinished fic, and my daily fangirling. 🥹)

1. once upon a dream

Aleksander had dreams of you long before he even knew you. Maybe it was the stress of this neverending war. Either way, you weren't real anyway... were you?

(3.9k words)

2. coincidence

The Black General finds himself magnetized by the seemingly inconspicuous gardener in the Little Palace. He gets to know you, contemplating life. Just when he thought you were just a strangely wise, young otkazat'sya woman, he finds out why exactly you decided to work in the Little Palace.

(2.5k words)

3. reflection

You are confronted by a certain Shadow Summoner about your motives in bringing the kids to the Little Palace. He realizes that you've loved and lost so deeply, eerily the same as he had. Perhaps that's the reason why he was so drawn to you; he could see his reflection in your eyes. But the more answers the Darkling got, the more questions he had. Unfortunately for you, Aleksander was a patient and persistent man who would stop at nothing to get what he wants.

(4.8k words)

4. haunted

You were no powerless otkazat’sya, Aleksander finds out the hard way. He’s pushed you too far, and he’s left to deal with the aftermath of the new knowledge he half-regrets he gained. On the other hand, you see something bad about this new world that wished you had never seen.

(6.0k words)

5. ?

(tba)

... more chapters?

Synopsis:

"No more magic." You swore to yourself after the madness that you'd spiraled into; the chaos you'd wrecked upon the Multiverse under the influence of the Darkhold. Now, you had destroyed the Darkhold in every universe.

The last universe that had a Darkhold? Safe. Book of the Damned, gone. It was a land with no heroes, gods, or sorcerers... just... normal people and... Grisha? Either way, it was time for your atonement. Your repentance for your mortal sins.

But when you save and bring three orphaned Grisha children to the Little Palace, working as an otkazat'sya gardener to secretly keep an eye on them, it turns out that a certain Shadow Summoner begins to have his eye on you, instead.

taglist: @idohknow @robertthehoover @the-desilittle-bird @pearlstiare

[weebsinstash]

I try try try try TRY (unless I'm intentionally being self indulgent) to not give Reader too many similarities or hobbies as myself

But oh my god an Author Reader, whether an actual author or a self published small time fanfic writer such as myself, really does have so much potential for Hazbin pairings and ideas

Like for example if you think of my poly radiostatic idea from before, then you would have Vox representing video, Alastor representing audio, and Reader representing the written medium/scripts symbolically, rounding out a perfect trio, with your skills inherently tying into both of their mediums while also being uniquely different

There's the obvious and juicy potential of porn author Reader catching Valentino's eye and him liking your work or seeking you out after reading something of yours online, OR you already being a cute lil employee of his and he's snooping on your laptop one day and finds loads and loads of kinky goodness he didn't know you had in you

I've even thought of Reader writing horror novels and other "normal books" and Alastor is absolutely thrilled by this, loves reading your works regardless of how skilled you are in terms of like the more technical things like prose or symbolism or whatever, and THEN he finds out you also write smut and he's just :) immediately wanting to put a stop to that. Oh honey you mean you... waste your time putting your name on such... filthy content to be read by complete strangers? Especially men? Oh no no no, he can't have that at all. Doesn't want you writing it, doesn't want you READING IT, unless it's "tasteful" enough, which, by his standards probably means the most vanilla, barely described missionary sex between two married individuals--

Maybe your skills and descriptors and visualization can directly translate into certain illusionary powers, either creating visions or temporary manifestations of things. You could sit and talk with Lucifer about all the different sights you've seen on Earth, going to parks with your dad as a kid, feeding the geese and their fluffy yellow goslings, allow him to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, feel a lovely lakeside breeze...

You could tell all your Hotel buddies or new Hell pals about where you grew up, or places you've been, things you've seen, stuff you've done, and SHOW it to them. It'll make those who have died miss being alive and seek out your company for the nostalgia, and those who have never seen Earth all the more eager to talk to you and learn even more...

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

What makes you know hobie is 18 or above? And not the in the same age range as miles and gwen

Honestly, great question. And the answer is:

I Don't Know Jack Shit. So jot that down.

Additionally, anyone telling you they DO know Jack Shit is a liar. Jot that down too.

[I may go a little Miguel Mode at the end of you know what I mean]

I personally operate under the headcanon that Hobie is over 18.

Why? He says he goes to pubs. You need to be over 18 to do that. The End.

You can headcanon that he has a fake id or simply finds himself in pubs while underage - and that's completely valid. Go ahead. You can headcanon he has a mfing tail. I can't stop you and we haven't seen his ass so maybe he do, who knows.

But my headcanon is just that. And to me - until Hobie's age is clearly displayed and mentioned on screen, then it'll always be a headcanon.

No matter what age you headcanon him as - if you think you KNOW his age, you're probably wrong. And I mean that.

The ATSV describes him as a 'slightly older boy'. Case closed, right? He's a minor then.

Nah, three lines later they say he's MUCH older than Miles....literally contradicting themselves within the same paragraph.

[And the funny thing is - I've seen the artbook used as evidence in the argument multiple times. Even though it literally contradicts itself. And every single time I'm like 'bruh did you even read the full page come on now'.]

Case in point, if you think you KNOW Hobie's age when 1) it's not stated on screen and 2) even the official external material gives conflicting information - you're just wrong. You can't know a theoretical number. And you can't be wrong about a theoretical number.

It's Schrodinger's age.

Example: A character is shown to be in High School. They live in New Jersey where the driving age is 16. If a fanfic writer has the character say "I can't do that, I can't drive yet.", is the fanfic writer canonically wrong? No. Because the character could reasonably be above OR below the driving age, either 14-18. Even if the director mentions the character having a sweet-16 that is never mentioned in the show, it's not screen-canon and the average viewer will not know the character is definitely over 16. Therefore they can reasonable be 15.

"But the director said-"

Don't care. Not weighted canon unless stated on-screen.

Maybe this is a controversial opinion. But if it's not on screen, I can't say it's canon.

Sure, the director may have said in an outside interview that Hobie's conceptually 19-20 -

But a normal person who goes to see the movie, and comes home to write fanfiction isn't going to know what.

They shouldn't have to dig through all conceptual and external content of a specific character in order to be deemed 'acceptable' and knowledgeable enough to write about them.

A person who watches the movie and writes solely based off of what the movie says about Hobie shouldn't be harassed or told they're wrong because they didn't listen to a podcast of a director who's name they don't even know.

There's no pass that says 'Okay you've done enough research about Hobie to write about him, congrats-'

If it's not in the movie, show, book, etc - a fan should not be required to seek out that information to be caught up to speed. External information is supplemental, not a part of the hole.

Also-

If it's not in the movie - It DOESN'T MATTER.

ATSV is a very well written movie. Every line is used for the purpose of telling the story. Especially Hobie's.

They didn't tell us Hobie's age because it didn't matter to the story. And it shouldn't matter to you.

If the writers didn't care enough to take time out to clarify his age, then it makes no sense to spend take arguing about it.

They obviously don't find it important. Because it isn't. It doesn't matter to the story at all.

Hobie's age doesn't matter to the 'love triangle'. Although the film is narrated by Gwen, we largely see it from Miles' point of view. And the 'love triangle' only exists when Mile has no concept of who Hobie is.

Miles doesn't know Hobie. So him questioning a love triangle happens regardless of whether Hobie is an adult or not. Miles doesn't know, neither do we.

The 'Hobie' in the 'love triangle' is an empty-shell of the mystery of who Hobie COULD be. The moment Hobie takes off the mask and we're revealed to the real him - the illusion of who he could've been is shattered for both us and Miles.

Because his age isn't stated, it has no bearing on Miles' perception of him. Miles don't know shit. Neither do we.

Also you people should be fucking grateful GODDAMN WTF

If you deadass beef about this you one ungrateful mfer i swear. Take offense. All offense.

We have a black, attractive, educated, useful, respected character in an animated movie that's available for ANY SHIP with ANY character and what do you people do??? - you argue.

Why? Explain to me why.

You should be happy it's up to interpretation and not definitely stated that you were wrong. At any time the creators could just put it in the next movie and make you look stupid.

You could be out there enjoying any ship of your choosing; with any character you enjoy him with - regardless of age. But no, instead of enjoying the ship that's available to you, you antagonize others.

Sit there and eat your mfing salad you INGRATE

Be grateful we have a character with such free range of shipping. A character that's un-aged and doesn't have a specific gender preference. BE THANKFUL.

You like Gwen x Hobie. Great. You argue with people and harass people who think Hobie's an adult??? - What if Hobie deadass looked in the camera next movie and said "I'm 19 also I'm gay." You'd look dumb as hell.

But they didn't do that. They left it unstated for you to go and enjoy your Hobie x Gwen or Hobie x Miguel or Hobie x whoever the hell.

I'm thankful everyday they didn't say his age because I don't make OCs that go to high school because I'm 24 and hate high school. And guess what, I can do that.

Him and Diane can just hang out on the houseboat all day cause they're grown ass adults with no place to be. Isn't that swell?

Stop playing with me and enjoy the goddamn shipping buffet. Christ almighty

All in all - I don't know shit. You don't know shit. And it's okay to not know shit.

NO UM-AKSCHULLY

Get comfortable with saying "I'm not the authority on this." or better yet "I don't know shit about nothing."

I love him to death, but I am not the authority on Hobie Brown.

For me - I know he said he goes to pubs and I know I wanted to ship him with Diane. Personality wise, Diane is 19. So Hobie is 19.

But I don't know anything about his age. No one does.

I'm just cute and like to share headcanons. Hobie Brown as of right now doesn't have an age. And that's fine. Cause he ain't real.

If you made it this far ummmmmm Here he is. I'm giving you this photo under the condition that you'll act right and enjoy him in a ship of your choosing if you'd like to do that.

Now lets sit here, and eat this ship salad.

[me making sure ur enjoying ur shipping salad]

Bye.

[itspbandjellytime]

The Assistant [Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader] - Chapter 3

Plot: Y/N Waldorf is fresh out of college and her first job is being Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant, but what Y/N doesn't know is that Hailee is hiding a huge secret from the general public and from her, as her assistant.

Notes: This is a multi-chapter fic, you can also read this on wattpad under the same username "itspbandjellytime". This fanfic is also going to contain NSFW themes in the near future, so if you're under the age of 18 please don't read this. Thank you!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Word count: 1.4k words

[Y/N's POV]

The next day arrived, today is the day I move in with Hailee. I already packed my bags earlier this morning again, I looked at Jackie with a smile on her face and gave her a tight hug "Girl, don't be sad, at least we live in the same state now." I reassured her as she fake cries. Jackie pulls away from her and laughs "I know, I am just being very dramatic and besides, West Hollywood and Malibu is a 40 minute drive. You can visit anytime you want." Jackie told me "Hailee isnt expecting you to show up, that quick right?" Jackie asks me as I reached for the door. I respond with a shrug "Eh, better to be early.", Jackie grabs my wrist all of a sudden which made my eyes widen. "You good?" I ask her with a confused tone, Jackie told me to sit down on the couch with her for a bit.

"Yeah, It's just that I've been hearing something online about Hailee... you know... Keeping a secret from the general public?" Jackie said, as much as I love Jackie, she's my best friend, I will jump off a tall building and sell my organs for that woman... There are times that she relies on random and odd stuff on the internet, especially engaging in blind item pages like Deuxmoi. I furrow my brows, oblivious on what Jackie was telling me "What do you mean? Also what did I tell you interacting with those pages?" I said in a very motherly tone despite the fact that Jackie is two years older than me. 

"Heard it from Deuxmoi before you got here, someone said that Hailee Steinfeld is hiding a secret from the public and only her manager knows about it." Jackie says, and then gasps "Do you think she's pregnant?" 

"GIRL WHAT THE FUCK?!?" I yelled "You've been on Deuxmoi way too much! We both know that site is like the fifth? or lower circle in hell, you know what Tree Paine did when Deuxmoi went after Taylor Swift, right? Also we don't know these people personally!" I said, I let out a sigh and rubbed my temples, going silent for a while. "Look, whatever that is... I won't believe it." I said standing up, putting my hands up with a smile on my face.

Jackie smiles back, understanding what I just told her "Alright, but you know I am just one call away and we can meet up like once or twice a week." Jackie said, standing up again and giving me a hug. I hug Jackie back and nodded "Yeah, just message me if ever." I said, grabbing my bags and finally leaving the apartment.

Forty minutes later, I finally arrived at Hailee's lavish looking house located in Malibu. The house looked amazing from the outside and made me think what's in store inside as well, I parked my car somewhere and grabbed my bags from the trunk. I walked up to the front porch and rang the doorbell, waiting for her to open the door. 

Seconds later, she opens the door for me. Hailee is wearing a pair of black yoga pants, a pair of sneakers and a black sports bra that shows off those toned abs of hers that makes me weak on my knees. She looks so hot, my heart starts racing and a lot of thoughts run through my mind seeing her like that. But I still kept my normal posture in tact to be a little bit professional "Hey, you're here! Come on in." Hailee says, inviting me to enter the house. 

I enter the house with my bags and I look around the place in awe, I knew that her house would look this good even though I've never seen the whole thing. "I'm sorry if I look like this, I just finished working out." Hailee says, leading me to her living room "Make yourself comfortable, Y/N." Hailee says again, I nod with a smile on my face and I sat down on her couch. I just stare at her walk to her kitchen as she grabs a bottle of cold water from her freezer, the way I look at her is filled with admiration and adoration. My little moment was broken when all of a sudden I heard two high pitched barks, I look down to see her yorkies Brando and Martini looking at me, their tails wagging in sync. 

"Oh my goodness, are these Brando and Martini?" I say, smiling at the dogs having some second thoughts if I should pet them both, I am a huge dog person but I have a huge fear of dogs biting me. "Yep, in the flesh! Don't worry they don't bite, they're super friendly." Hailee says, heading to the couch to sit next to me. Hailee puts Brando on my lap and he starts to lick my fingers, which caused me to chuckle and gently pet his head "He's starting to like you, are you a dog person?" Hailee asks. I nod in response as I kept petting Brando while Martini is lying down on my shoe "I have a German Shepard in Washington, his name is... Well... It's a ridiculous name." I said, trying to keep up with an actual conversation with Hailee. 

"Well, what's the name of your dog then?" Hailee asks, her hazel eyes looking into mine. I swear, I get lost in those eyes every time.

"His name is... Sir Tenderloin McAvish the Second... We call him Tendy for short." I answered, Hailee starts to burst out laughing once I told her the name of my family's dog. Her laugh is so contagious, it made me laugh as well "I am dead serious, that's his name." I said, pulling my phone out and showing a photo of Tendy to Hailee. "He's a rescue dog, we got him back in 2003. He's like a big baby." I said, showing her a photo of me and carrying Tendy like a baby. Hailee laughs and smiles at the photo of me and my dog, zooming in the photo to see him up close.

"Well you're not wrong Y/N, I treat these two like they're my own children. Oh wait, that reminds me... Come, I'll show you your room." Hailee says, standing up from the couch. I gently put Brando down on the floor again and watch him run around the living room with Martini, I picked my bags up and followed Hailee upstairs. I continued to admire the interior design of Hailee's house, it looks cozy and comfortable. "Alright, we're here." Hailee says, opening the door of my room for me. I entered the room and looked around, I have a comfortable bed and my own bathroom and TV. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her "Thanks, your place is cool. Who's your interior designer?" I asked, Hailee leans against the door frame, crossing her toned arms. "My mom, she's the best." Hailee chuckles and looks at me, "Well I gotta say, your mom is cool. Quick question, have you ever done this before with your past assistants?" I ask, Hailee shook her head in response "Nope, most of my old personal assistants are people older than me cause you know I started this whole acting and music thing at a young age..." Hailee answers, taking a sip of water from her water bottle.

"So I am the first assistant to stay in your place then?" I asks, with a little hint of casualness.

"Yeah, I feel like you're going to be an assistant that will last long." Hailee responds, winking at me with a smirk on her face "Anyway, if you need anything else. Just let me know, this is your home now... Well once you get a place of your own." Hailee says, closing the door of my room.

I flopped down on the bed, lying on my back as I stare at the ceiling, letting out a sigh. Everything is happening all at once, it feels overwhelming but in a very positive manner to say the least. I furrow my brows a bit, looking back as I was looking around the place before heading to my room earlier. 

There was this room at the end of the hallway and it was dark, I didn't ask Hailee about it because it might come off as invasive and I might lose my job. So I just quickly assumed it was a storage room, or a room that has her awards, or a room that has one single box that has her scrapped music or that damn album everyone in the fandom is waiting for. Whatever lies in that room, I'll just ignore it and focus on one thing and one thing only. My job as Hailee's assistant.  

[curatoroffiction]

Trick of the Eye

This is a fanfic for the Ikemen: Villains fandom - Trying something new with this one! It's inspired by how I can vibrate my eyes. It's a really wild trick that's a lot of fun at parties and never fails to gross people out. When I learned how Harrison's power worked, I was like "HAHAHA- MENACE TIME" - So this story might not be relatable for everyone. Content to expect; - Eyeballs vibrating/shaking - Harrison loses all sense of personal space because he just NEEDS to know. - Gender-neutral reader - This fic isn't romantic in nature, but it is romance- adjacent.

----- You knew that Harrison was capable of reading whether people were lying or telling the truth based on holding eye contact with them. Which made you curious, since you've had a special skill since you were young, which you didn't know if he'd be able to read.

This skill, is being able to vibrate your eyes.

In such a situation, it would be impossible for him to maintain eye-contact with you.

The thing is, however, that your eye-trick isn't easily seen from a distance.

So one day, while you're sitting at the table for breakfast, and Harrison is sitting on the far side away from you, you look up to Harrison and say "Hey Harrison, can I try telling you a truth or a lie and you tell me what it is?"

Harrison glances up to you, raising an eyebrow. Had his previous demonstrations not been enough? Ah, well. People usually take a few days to get used to it once they learn about it. Still, he doesn't like being treated like a dog doing tricks. "Make it interesting for me."

"If you can tell whether I'm lying or telling the truth, I'll owe you a favor."

Harrison grins. That's way too easy. "Sure, but no take-backs when you realize the game's rigged against you."

You grin too. He can't understand why you're grinning as you prepare to make your lie or truth statement. You look like you're having fun, though. He's already formulating in his head what he wants you to do.

"I ate peaches this morning." Your eyes wiggle right at the word 'Peaches' - If you wiggle them for more than one word, it becomes more obvious that you're doing it.

Harrison is staring at your eyes, and he blinks. "……" His grin drops. How did you do that?

The others at the table are intrigued by his response. Normally he'd quickly tell whether someone's lying or not. Is he playing with you? Roger is especially interested as he watches this scene unfold.

You grin even bigger because you can't help it - But you cover your mouth because you don't want to be too visibly excited.

No one's been able to lie to him like that in a very, very long time.

He doesn't like that.

"… Lying."

You look him in the eyes as you shrug and a smile. "Awwh shucks, looks like I owe you." before continuing to eat your breakfast. But he can tell that you're lying now. You were telling the truth and he couldn't tell the difference.

How did you turn it off?

The curious eyes all return to their individual morning routines as the status quo remains intact. But Harrison keeps stealing glances at you. He can't stop staring.

He can't figure out how you did it, and it's eating him alive.

When you get a moment alone, Harrison corners you when no one's around, arm trapping you against the wall as he looks directly into your eyes. Being this close, he should be able to spot the trick. Right? "How'd you do it?"

You can't help yourself, you're too excited. You did it! You actually did it! The fact that he's seeking answers means he wasn't just playing with you earlier. "I shook my eyeballs!"

"Show me."

You show him how your eyes can shake, and he instantly realizes why you did it when you were further away from him. Even if he'd been closer, he might not have noticed. He's never looking for small, minute shifts in people's eyes as they lie, because he can tell what they're looking at. Until now.

He lightly holds your chin, staring at your eyes, keeping your face still as he says "Can you show me again?" He needs to study this.

Your face warms as he touches you, and you realize just how close he is in this moment. You vibrate your eyes, and he shakes his head.

"Tell me something so I can see how you do it."

You pause to think of a good one. You look back to his eyes. "I've been stealing Jude's pens by accident." You shake your eyes right at the word 'Accident'. You have been stealing them by accident. You keep seeing him leave pens out in the study area of the library, and you pick them up and pick up the books strewn about, only to find out later that he's been pissed that someone's been putting his stuff away and he can't find any of his pens.

Harrison can see the miniscule eye movements at the word 'Accident'. He understands what happened now, and he understands how you did it. You obscured his ability to read one word. His powers read this statement as 'True', so he knows you're stealing Jude's pens, he just can't tell if it's by accident or not.

And if you'd used something like this without him knowing it, he'd surely have thought the whole sentence was the truth. The obscured nature of the last word turns to static in his mind, which he'd naturally ignore.

This is dangerous.

You, are dangerous.

"Was it an accident?"

"Yes."

You're telling the truth. He sighs, pulling away from you. "… That's an interesting trick you've discovered." His expression is hard to read. You can't tell if he's annoyed or bothered or indifferent to this.

"I hope it wasn't uncomfortable for you. I just realized that it was something I could potentially do, and I wanted to try it. I knew if I asked you directly, you'd hold all the cards and I'd never know for sure."

"No, no, that was smart. If I knew how it worked, I never would have come to ask about it. I needed to know how it worked, so you got to know your information. If anything, I applaud your cleverness." He gives a soft smile to you. He really does admire your cleverness. In fact, it hits him that you letting him know this gives him an excuse to get a lot closer to you.

Harrison smirks and lets his face get very close to yours, his fingers still loosely holding your face in place so he can look directly into your eyes, unbroken contact. "Now I know if I want to get the truth out of you, I'll just have to be close enough to see if you're using the trick."

Your face heats up and he can feel it against his fingertips as he releases you. You're visibly flustered by the moment of closeness, which allows him a moment to recover emotionally from realizing that you can lie to him from afar and he won't be able to tell or not.

When you excuse yourself to continue with your work for the day, he watches after you.

No one's ever surprised him like that before. He's gotta watch you more closely. And he certainly will be watching you more closely.

[rainthespiritual]

Omg for your pre-death Tate fanfic maybe you could do them as friends at childhood and they slowly drift apart and y/n sorta forgets about Tate but he thinks about her everyday and then she catches him doing cocaine or cutting himself in the school bathroom and y/n realises Tate needs support so she be's that for him and stuff

pt 1 , pt 2

PRE-DEATH TATE LANGDON FIC

Okay im kind of really proud of this fic ITS SO GOOD (or maybe I'm just delusional... anywaysss.)

btw some trigger warnings for the series as a whole are deffinetly: drug abuse , depression , suicide , and topics similar to that even if they don't show up in this specific part THEY WILL EVENTUALLY so I just want yall to be warned ty

TRIGGER WARNINGS : tate langdon is a tw tbh and American horror story in general, smoking, talk of abusive dad and family slightly(it'll be talked abt more in other parts), angst, this part is more tame that the other parts will be and thats all... for now.

Summery: Y/n stumbles into the bathroom only to find old childhood friend Tate...

also sorry if formatting is shit I'm using my phone fml

You walk with your friends down the hall you've seen again and again, tuning them out almost completely like usual. They talk a lot of shit about people you don’t even know. And while gossip can be fun, they are just over the top with it. Every day, it seems they’ve found another thing to complain about.

"___ are you even listening? This is way serious!" you look towards them bags under your eyes they didn't even notice, they never ask or worry about you but expect all of that from you. It was extremely draining, and you often wondered why you still hung around them. But the fear of being alone was stronger than the need to be treated better. You didn’t have anyone else.

"oh no sorry, I was thinking about the project I have to do for Mrs.Ross. Hey, you guys go ahead of me I gotta head to the powder room real quick.." they try talking to you more but you manage to peel yourself away from them as fast as you can, basically sprinting to the bathroom.

You fall sitting on the floor releasing a sigh, glad you could now get a moment of peace and silence.

"___?" your eyes dart open hearing a familiar voice.. a familiar male voice.. in the girl's bathroom?

"Tate? what- what are you doing in here?" you look at him, slightly shocked. You hadn’t spoken to him in what seemed like forever. But truthfully, it had only been a couple of years, well maybe more than that, but long enough for him to have grown. He looks less like a boy, and more like a man now.

"I mean, I should probably be asking you that.. this is the boys' bathroom." He smiles slightly and you notice he's sitting on the counter where the sinks are.

"oh, I- I must have come in the wrong one. I'm sorry.." you look at him again, noticing how much older he looks than when you last saw him. Well, you saw him in the halls and even smiled or waved at him slightly, but you never really talked to him.

"ahh, it's fine. No one else is here just me. I think everyone's in class or at least getting there. The bells are about to ring." he smiles again wiping his nose slightly sniffling it, and you wonder why. ‘Maybe it's allergies’ you think.

"What are you doing up there?" You ask, signaling to the way he's sitting.

"Well, this bathroom is the least used so no one comes in usually.." mumbling a bit he avoids the question, now nervously playing with his fingers.

"I didn't know that, that doesn't answer my question tho. why sit up here?" you stand going to where he is climbing up to sit next to him.

"well just normal stuff I guess." he looks at you slightly thinking a bit before pulling a pack of cigarettes out making you gulp slightly. The only cigarettes you had encountered had been your father's. You tried smoking one when you were 13 but you immediately regretted it vowing to never smoke one again.

"you want one?" he asks smirking slightly at you.

"Oh- no thanks I don't smoke." he laughs slightly putting one in his mouth and lighting it.

"didn't think so." he inhales and puffs the smoke out and you wonder how he can do that without feeling completely ill.

"what does that even mean, I didn't think you smoked but you do so...." you fumble with your fingers slightly nervous around the now much older boy. The last time you talked to him he had to be 11. Maybe 12. It had been years, and you wondered why, why didn't we talk why did we stop being friends..

"well you look innocent, and like you've never touched anything ever." he laughs slightly, "could be wrong though." he continues smoking the cigarette, shaking the ashes from it into the sink. you assume so they can wash down.

"Well I've smoked once, I just absolutely hated it.  mostly did it to spite my dad I guess" you admit, slightly watching him.

"How old were you? you always did hate that fucker. I remember us hiding his beers and shit so he wouldn't be able to find them, he'd get so mad." He states you both laugh slightly.

"I was thirteen? Maybe fourteen. somewhere around there. and I don't hate him, he's just overly annoying all the time."

he laughs slightly thinking the way you feel about the whole thing is cute.

His eyes look you over multiple times, he is clearly taking you in. He had seen you around since the last time you talked but not this full on. Only from afar, never up close. He enjoyed seeing the way you grew into the body he once knew, the face he knew. You looked so much older now it kind of made him sad, seeing how much time had gone by. It really made him think. He wished he had talked to you or atleast tried too, but seeing you with your new friends made him nervous. He never was one to fit in with the popular crowd so he avoided you. And now he deeply regrets it realizing how stupid he was.

"Well. If I'm remembering correctly you kind of did hate him. He was an asshole to you, don't know if that's still true but.. it's what I remember so." you sigh knowing he's partially correct.

"So you're just in here to smoke? or what. I mean you could do that after school or whatever." You ask slightly to change the subject but also because you just are genuinely curious.

"Well.." he starts but stops to think looking away fumbling with his pocket slightly  and you can tell there's something inside. It seems to be a little tin but you can't be sure. "I just wanted to be alone I guess , away from the chaos that is a highschool hallway." he finishes putting his cigarette out and back in the box, you assume to finish later as you've learned from your dad. You both sit in silence for a bit and you realize how weird it is that you came to the same bathroom for the same reason, but there's also a slight comfort in the thought. Knowing you weren't the only one sick of all the noise was comforting because that meant you weren't that weird. Or at least you weren't the only weird one. Either way it made you feel a little better, and it made you wonder more and more why you let this sweet sarcastic boy go.

"That's why I came in here too, I just was.. Over it I guess. Done with being around other people.." you look away slightly avoiding his gaze, him staring at you so intensly made you nervous. Without hesitation he asks you something you don't expect.

"Do you like to be around me?" It's such a bold and forward question that you don't really expect from him. His tone is serious and you realise how much closer he is now, his eyes look into yours and you stare back. The silence says more to both of you than words ever could and it feels like forever almost, when in reality it was only like 30 seconds.

"I do yeah, I feel like you actually know me." He smiles at your words looking away for a moment taking it all in. His eyes meet yours again and he leans in closer. His eyes go to your lips and back to your eyes a couple times, and your eyes do the same.

"Excuse me is anyone in here?" Both your eyes widen slightly hearing a teacher opening the door slightly. Tate jumps off the sink now looking at the door then at you. He signals for you to hide in one of the toilet stalls, which you immediately do. You sit up on the toilet so your feet aren't seen through the slit at the bottom and you hear him start the sink. You think, 'probably to wash down the ashes'.

The teacher walks, his voice loud.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class Mister Langdon?" You cover your mouth trying to conceal your breathing, and you hope it works.

"I mean yeah but.. Y'know.." You can't see him but you assume he gestures towards the bathroom, and the teacher let's out a loud sigh.

"Uh huh, and any idea why the bathroom smells like smoke?" the teacher talks in a angry tone and you feel bad hoping he doesn't get into trouble.

"No idea sir, it smelled like that when I got here." The teacher sighs again almost like he doesn't believe him.

"Okay well come with me, I'll make sure you get to class on-time." you hear them walk out, and the door shut.

Still slightly frozen you stay for a moment  but tense up when the door opens again.

"Meet me here again tommorow, same time." you take a sigh of relief realizing it's just Tate again. With that he walks out again saying something about how he got what he left in the bathroom.

You sigh in relief again kind of asking yourself what the hell just happened. It was weird seeing how affected you were from it all day. It was all you could think about in class, and at lunch. Even at home when you were laying in bed alone, it was weird seeing how one boy you knew so long ago could effect you now. You kind of enjoyed the feeling. The anticipation. You were excited to see him the next day, and you wondered what would happen.

'I guess I'll just have to find out tomorrow..' you thought to yourself. I guess you just will.

[oceansprompts]

adjust pronouns, names, and details as needed… assorted quotes taken from marvel ultimate alliance 3: the black order. part 2 of ???

❝ Your pocket is not safe place, space-bro.❞

❝ Really?! Come on, man, I only to make speeches like that once, twice a year tops! ❞

❝  That may be true, but a war is won by fighting one battle at a time. ❞

❝ As long as we have each other's backs along the way, victory will stay without reach. ❞

❝ I have seen my fair share of dark futures. What I have learned is that no fate is sealed until we choose it to be. ❞

❝ If the ending you saw is not the one you desire, then we will fight for a better one together! ❞

❝ Took you long enough. Good thing I charge by the hour... ❞

❝ Just look for the ancient ninja temple of top of a skyscraper. You can't miss it. ❞

❝ Oh, you know me. I just love this superhero stuff… ❞

❝ Oh, did I mention that the ancient ninja temple is guarded by actual ninjas? If not, I probably should've… ❞

❝ Whatever it is, they're sneaky little jerks. So watch out! ❞

❝ Stick to the shadows or you'll never make it to the temple… at least not in one piece. ❞

❝ Way to go. You've been made. Why not just announce you're here? ❞

❝ You don't really seem like the "super-team" type... ❞

❝ Oh, I'm not. Spandex is my arch-nemesis. ❞

❝ Someone's gotta keep the streets safe for normal people while all the other heroes are busy fighting giant squids on the moon or whatever. ❞

❝ You gonna tell me how you got through all that without gettin' caught? ❞

❝ Nope. Gotta keep the mystery in our relationship alive somehow, babe. ❞

❝ The soul is eternal, but the flesh is weak. Allow me to show you, as I rend it from your bones! ❞

❝ After all, I make killing an art. ❞

❝ Do me a favor and die already. ❞

❝ I have a reputation to maintain! ❞

❝  Heh. You think you won, but you really missed the mark. ❞

❝ When the big man gets done with you... you're gonna wish you'd let me put outta your misery. ❞

❝ I'm no defender of the innocent. What use could you heroes possibly have for an assassin? ❞

❝ Why so glum, chum? ❞

❝ All of this is so much bigger than us. I mean, I can barely do my own laundry. Stopping cosmic annihilation is a bit outside my comfort zone. ❞

❝ Sure. At least for today. Go ahead. Say it. You know you want to. ❞

❝ Avengers Assemble, baby! ❞

❝ You are such a nerd. ❞

❝ Which leads me to an extremely important question... Can I keep 'em? ❞

❝ Suddenly less worried about external threats and more concerned about the ones in here. ❞

❝ You bet. Not even a ripped seam. Which is a good thing, because I just spent a fortune redesigning this costume!❞

❝ It's...complicated. But let's just say he's from the side of the family that isn't invited to be in holiday photos anymore... ❞

❝ There's no chance I'm jumping ship now, even with an evil robot army ripping up our home! ❞

❝ Would you mind if I include this conversation on my latest Avengers fanfic? ❞

❝ I'm scrapping it after this and putting in a Zen garden! ❞

❝ You are the wind beneath my wings. ❞

❝ Just hold back that oversized Iron Man knockoff and clear me a place to land! ❞

❝ Almost there, team... and I'm headed in hot! ❞

❝ How come giant robots always attack on my day off? ❞

❝ You gave it your best shot, bolts-for-brains... Now I'll take mine. ❞

❝ Oh, you know. Just grappling with a synthezoid the size of a skyscraper. Typical day at the office. ❞

❝ Seriously, who stores a giant killer robot in a warehouse in New Jersey? ❞

❝ Umm, Couldn't you have asked me that, like, twenty punches ago? I mean, REALLY! That totally would have made everything so much easier! ❞

❝ Were you guys having a party without me? ❞

❝ You know… I'm not so sure they meant that as a compliment… ❞

❝ Guess it wouldn't be Earth if New York wasn't under attack by giant robots… ❞

❝ I bet you've seen way stranger stuff in space, right? ❞

❝ Well, we're half way there… …ahem… Seriously? How do you not break into the chorus of an '80's rock anthem after that set-up? And you call yourself a hero… ❞

[wordsandrobots]

IBO reference notes on . . . spacesuits

For reasons that may or may not be related to fanfic, I decided to do a quick survey of the difference spacesuits -- or 'normal suits', in Gundam parlance -- that appear throughout Iron-Blooded Orphans. There's not really much to conclude from this, but it snagged me a set of reference screenshots that I think worth collating for your viewing pleasure.

The most commonly used normal suit first appears during the battle between Tekkadan and the Turbines, where Atra helps Kudelia out with putting one on, in a scene that provides some gratuitous shots of the girls changing. It's not especially tasteless, in the grand scheme of things, but it's one of those genre trappings that didn't really need to be there. Still, it provides a good demonstration of how the suits fit together, where the zippers and fastenings are, and so on. Plus the hilarious visual of the helmets being repurposed as potato buckets.

This normal suit is clearly a standard type, that turns up in multiple civilian and non-official military settings. Most immediately, we see that the Turbines use it, the orange swapped for a fetching maroon.

Generally speaking, the colour-blocking is the only thing to change between uses. Here are a couple more shots showing the Tekkadan and Turbines versions, including a close-up on the boots.

Beyond these two types, the most usual variant is a black and grey version that appears in various scenarios, including in the flashbacks to Akihiro's family, the Dort colonies, and the archaeologists in Urdr Hunt.

Curiously, Katya also wears this towards the end of Urdr Hunt -- where she must have been given it by Gjallarhorn. So can we take the black, grey and white to be a sort of universal default?

Other colour variants are worn by young!Amida and by Range (under his poncho) in Urdr Hunt, and by the various groups of mercenaries and space-pirates in Season 2.

Speaking of pirates, the ones who attacked Akihiro's family have added a jetpack for easy manoeuvring in zero-g. It's notable that this isn't something we see more generally: Mikazuki has to rely on a hand-held thruster in the Dorts. This, however, harkens back more to the original Gundam series in terms of moving around in space.

Moving on to the second major 'civilian' normal suit, the human debris all wear a slightly simpler, slightly more badly-fitted white version striped in red. We first see this with the Brewers and later with human debris used by the JPT Trust (not shown because it's mainly seen in fairly bloody scenes).

A palette-swap of this is used by 598 and his crew in Urdr Hunt, which I bring up as an excuse to post the bisexual-energy screenshot.

Due to image limits, I won't cover Tekkadan's pilot suit in this post. If you've seen the show, you'll have seen a lot of that, and of Gjallarhorn's equivalent. What I find interesting about the human debris normal suit is that it is clearly more closely related to the general-purpose version than what Shino is wearing here, which is a specialised for an Alaya-Vijnana-user in a military setting.

This of course makes sense given that everything about the human debris is meant to invoke cheapness. Rather than a custom-made battle suit, they just get a standard one-size-fits-nobody get-up with an A-V adaptor stuck on the back. It's a nice visual touch, that also helps emphasise the sense of human debris as little kids forced into situations they shouldn't be in. That being said, the *helmet* is distinctly made for a mobile suit pilot, being something close to what Gjallarhorn soldiers wear.

Tekkadan does use another distinct normal suit variant, with added armour, that shows up for the battle with the Brewers and never again. Or, well, I am not actually sure if this is meant to be a normal suit or more akin to the combat armour we see Gjallarhorn infantry wearing, or if that is a distinction without a difference. Since they are both deployed in space-based operations, we can probably assume they're at least potentially interchangeable with normal suits.

These do notably lack the backpack of the standard normal suit. which I take to be where the life-support gubbins goes. However that goes for the pilot suit as well (it only has the A-V adaptor block; I assume everything else is distributed at the waist and collar) and we see it functioning fine for spacewalks. So I'm grouping this in here as well.

As I said up the top of the post, there's not a whole lot to take away from this, beyond the different ways the same asset is reused throughout the series. It's a neat enough design, although the pilot suits are far more striking. I do like the pirates' jetpack; wish we'd seen more of that (that's actually what I was looking up when I started collecting these).

Overall, I quite like the commonality of design, the sense that someone somewhere is just mass producing these things as a standard piece of kit. That's kind of what you'd need, in a space-faring society, to make these widely available to as many people as possible, just as a matter of basic practicality. Then you'd have different groups that could afford it customising to fit their organisations.

Huh. That must mean the human debris normal suits are also mass produced, if there's a standard-issue version of those.

There we go again with another demonstration of the base-level exploitative awfulness built into this setting.

[Index of other writing]

[avianyuh]

Thank You For Waiting; Kim Jaejoong

You heard the sound of the door open and close, signaling the return of your boyfriend of three years. Jaejoong had been very busy with his new variety show and you could see the shift in his personality. He’s quite the workaholic, but he always loved his busy schedules. Though you missed him when he was busy, he would make the effort to text you throughout the day, just to check in. But lately, due to the time apart, it had become a bit harder to make time for each other. You both had work and you didn’t live together which made it hard to see each other as often as you would’ve liked. 

Tonight was the first night in weeks that he’d be staying over at your place, which both of you were happy about and had been looking forward to. You had planned a whole night of fun. Well, at least what the two of you thought qualified as fun. You had gone to the grocery store earlier that day, and had gotten a bunch of different ingredients to cook. Jaejoong loved to cook, especially for you. So you had prepared everything for him, so he didn’t have to do any kitchen prep. You knew that he’d appreciate it. You also had a bunch of TV shows to catch up on, but that wasn’t as important. Just as you had finished setting everything up, you heard the door open and close behind you. You turned around, greeted by the sight of your boyfriend calling your name. 

“Y/n? Are you here”, Jaejoong called out, removing his shoes and jacket in the process. 

“I’m in the kitchen!”, you said as you quickly grabbed the lighter and lit the candle that was placed in the middle of the table. You had the lights dimmed, trying to create a certain type of ‘ambience’. You could hear his light footsteps as he walked down the hallway towards the dining area of your apartment. When he finally made it to the entryway, he let out a laugh as he looked around, “Wow”, he said. 

I guess you had impressed him, you thought to yourself. 

“What’s all this? I thought we were just going to continue the show we were watching?”, he said, looking around the kitchen, noticing the prepped ingredients and dimmed lights. He moved to stand behind you and enveloped you in a hug. What you always missed the most when you didn’t see Jaejoong for long periods of time were his hugs. You loved how safe he made you feel. Maybe it was his tall height, or how strong he was. But you never felt unsafe with him, his old stage name was very fitting at times. 

“I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much I’ve missed you”, you said as you turned around so your face was pressed against his chest. 

He let out a deep sigh,”I’m sorry I got so busy, I couldn’t stop thinking about you”, he said before taking your face in his hands and giving you a loving kiss. “Thank you for waiting for me”, he whispered.

~~

{A/N: Sorry guys but I've had some writers block lol, college has been kicking my ass. So to fill the (hopefully short) void, here is a fic I wrote about Jaejoong (TVXQ/JYJ) a few months ago, I had a crush🤭 I had no intention of posting this but I think its a short cute story. I know I normally don't write about TVXQ or second gen but if you've seen anything on my blog you'd know I've been slowly mentioning second gen idols lol, I just think it's the best generation of Kpop imo. I just don't want to leave you guys on read haha. I've noticed there's a lack of Jaejoong fanfics but there is some for OT2 TVXQ and if there is something Jaejoong related it's almost a decade old. So, idk, enjoy or ignore. Not sure if many people who follow this account like second gen. Regardless, wuv uuuuuuu}

[jacks347]

"Jacks this isn't a fanfic!"

Correct! This is me having brainrot over a roleplay I have with one of my best friends and needed to put it to paper (post? ah whatever) before I lost it so y'all get to see one of my babies for a change :3

Enjoy the most chaotic proposal you've ever seen in your life

~~

The way Grey just about kicked the door in would've startled Jason more if he wasn't already so used to it. They'd been living together for a year, his boyfriend's dramatic way of coming home from missions was welcomed background noise.

"Welcome back, how'd things go with the boss? Get those weird cultists off our property?" Jason asked, flipping another page in his book.

"Marry me."

"...what?"

"Marry me."

Jason looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow at Grey. Grey continued to stand in the doorway, blood that Jason was 90% sure wasn't his dripping from his clothes and a bandage on his cheek that wasn't there this morning, panting slightly. "What is happening?"

"I thought I already said, marry me."

"Love, you're acting weird."

"You know I'm weird it's why you love me, marry me."

Jason set his book down and stood from his chair, slowly approaching his boyfriend with a mounting concern. Sure, they'd talked about marriage before but when they were older! Not 20 and 24, barely out from under their debts to the mafia and working their way up the ladder still, this was insane!

"Grey, what happened out there?"

"Oh you know, the usual. Logan told them to get off our lawn, they started spouting their bullshit, we opened fire, they couldn't defend because the most intimidating weapon they have is a rock tied to a stick, one smacked me in the face, I realized I'd been way overthinking when the right time to propose is cause we work in the mafia and any day could be our last and I'd never be able to rest knowing I didn't spend as much time as possible with a ring on your finger telling the world I love you, came home, asked you to marry me. As I will again. Marry me." Grey rambled, barely pausing to breathe through his monolog until the end.

Jason blinked hard as the words registered, blue eyes staring into gray in an attempt to make sense of it all. Grey was usually the level-headed one in their relationship, Jason being more emotional and hot-tempered. They balanced each other out, it's what made everything work. So to see Grey acting so...out of character was just strange.

Jason took hold of Grey's face, tilting it to see if there were any other injuries, though from sounds of it there might’ve been some brain damage. "Did they get you anywhere else? Or just that they hit you so hard you're talking crazy?"

"I'm not crazy I just love you, marry me."

"You're absolutely crazy, normal Grey would never burst through our door talking like this."

"You make me crazy, marry me."

"Is that all you know how to say anymore?"

"Until you answer the question, yes."

"According to the laws of grammar, "marry me" isn't a question. It's a statement."

"Fine. Please marry me."

"Still not a question, love."

Grey narrowed his eyes at Jason who was smiling slightly too sweetly. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Jason just laughed. "I don't know what you mean, Grey. I'm just waiting for you to actually ask me a question."

"Jason Anthony Collins, will you marry me?"

"Yes! Now was that so hard?"

He'd barely gotten the words out of his mouth before Grey crushed their lips together in a bruising kiss. Jason could only let out a muffled squeak of surprise, stumbling back until his back hit the kitchen counter. You would never hear Jason complain about his boyfriend, now fiance, using a little force but this was unprecedented.

By the time Grey let him breathe again, he was gasping for air, lips already a little swollen from being kissed stupid. "Well now...someone's a little excited." "Oh I'll show you excited, birdie."

Grey wrapped his hands around Jason's waist and easily lifted him, practically throwing him over his shoulder as he started off towards their bedroom.

"The neighbors are gonna complain again." Jason whined.

"Let them. So long as they all know you're mine."

Grey kicked the door to their room open and-

"OKAY! Okay! I don't need to know the details!" Jamie interrupted, face twisting in disgust.

Grey just shrugged with a smirk. "What? You asked, I was just giving you the story."

Jason elbowed his husband with a laugh. "Leave the boy alone, love. I think it's sweet that he asked. He doesn't need to know how you ravaged me for the rest of the night~"

Jamie fake gagged, covering his ears. "Gross! I don't need that mental image! I regret asking!"

Jason just watched as his son grappled with the image of his dads eventful night, twisting his wedding ring that had long since lost its shine. 20 years would do that. He looked up to find his husband watching him, the same blazing passion burning in them as they had the day he'd proposed. Jason raised a curious eyebrow at him. "What? What're you looking at?" "Oh, only the love of my life." "Sappy." "You like me sappy." "I do, I do."

Grey leaned down to nuzzle into his husband's hair, laying a soft kiss to his temple.

"I love you, Jason. Happy anniversary."

"I love you too, Grey. Until the stars burn out."

~~

Bonus points: How many times did I say "marry me" in this one post?

Cause it was far too fuckin many I'll tell you that-

Also, I somehow kept a short story under 1000 words?? I actually know how to do that?? What is this witchcraft

[qprstobin]

So I agree with most of your fanon complaints but tbh I sometimes will still read fics with mildly annoying habits and just like, compartmentalize the parts that annoy me. I do it with the show too but I'm better at compartmentalizing with fanfic lol. Part of it is I follow a few really really good thoughtful fanfic writers so I haven't seen all of the stuff you've talked about. However I have seen the hiding veggies in meals headcanon & tho i didn't find it appealing or cute, it didn't bother me bc I interpreted as like an idiosyncrasy. Everyone's got em yk. my sister's friend is a literal genius, responsible, hard worker but also chaotic and will have these random Things that might make her seem immature. Like she does eat vegetables but if I heard that her boyfriend had to sneak them in her meals I wouldn't bat an eye.

That's completely understandable! There are plenty of things I don't like in fandom (either in this one or other ones) where I'm able to be like "I don't like this but the rest of the fic is good enough to ignore it" or "I normally hate this trope but I really like how this author wrote it". (I live by the rule that for all my complaining that anything can be tolerable/make sense if it's done well enough.) I used to be able to do that in this fandom but my tolerance level has dropped a lot lmao. It's much easier for me to do in say the Star Wars fandom. (Now that's a fandom with a lot of infighting!)

A big part of the issue is that it never is just one person or one thing lol. Someone writing something with a character being a bit childish or idiosyncratic is fine on its own, but when it's paired with a bunch of other questionable tropes or it's just done soooo much is when I start scratching my head.

Like I think I've mentioned before unrelated to this, but I do actually think that Steve probably is someone who likes to clean, a lot of the Stobin gang see him as something of a neat freak. On its own, Steve doing most or all of the cleaning because he's that anal feels really in character. It's when you pile all of these things on top of each other to where Eddie is doing nothing and Steve is doing everything that I'm like hmm. Don't like that.

Wrt to the veggie thing specifically... idk I guess you could take it as a quirky thing, but hiding vegetables in food hoping the person doesn't notice is literally one of the biggest stereotypical parent things I feel like? And I think it's having Steve specifically do it and Eddie not noticing that makes me side eye it.

Like lol, that's always the cliché, a kid moves out (normally a son) and you find out they aren't eating vegetables and only eating junk, so the mom has to do something to get her son to eat better. Which like I get it I have to fight with myself to eat healthy sometimes, most vegetables have a gross texture to them but lol my body feels better when I'm eating them so! It's especially the hiding aspect too like man Steve can even talk to Eddie about eating healthier? Finding healthy foods Eddie does actually like if he's that concerned about his health? He has to hide it like Eddie is a five year old?

And maybe you're right and it is meant to be more idiosyncratic but like I said, when you pair it with all the other shit fandom is doing it ends up feeling like just another way people have been writing tradwife/caretaker Steve lol.

[gildedmuse]

So, most the One Piece fans in my life have been discussing the live action series, and, surprisingly, most with a hopeful tone. Which is great because, seriously, I'm too old and close to death to deal with either of the following preemptive attitudes:

"Look, I know trailer footage is not only often unfinished but not even always what gets included in the final project but based purely off the smallest of moments contained in this purely commercialized content, I can definitely state with absolutely no doubt that due to minor detail, the whole thing sucks"

"This will be just like I imagined it including all the changes I would make to canon that have never once been hinged at by those in charge, I just know it's going to be not just as awesome as I have created in my mind but even betyeyr and there is absolutely no way they'd ever make the slightest change that would somehow immediately ruin the entire property retroactively for me!"

The fact that most the people I interactive with are taking a positive but grounded attitude instead of determinedly antagonist or unhinged optimism is just... Nice. Really, really nice.

Most our discussions regard general aesthetic and what we think these creative choices indicate for the show, but there has been one area where 95% of all feedback has been glowly positive, and that is the actors. Seriously, every sneak peak trailer reveal brings about more fan-gushing from the bleachers (related note, this means that any characters we haven't seen gets more and more nails bitten short. Like, why haven't I seen the Benn Beckman? This is actually really important to me.)

This has lead to a lot of excitement for potential future cast members, including from the boys at my work. Which.... They are definitely fans, there is no denying that, but like... I don't think of as "those kinds of fans" .

But I'm always happy to be proven wrong.

AnimeDub Fan Coworker: I've never seen a more perfect live action adaptation than Mihawk in the trailer. The word. The eyes. The facial hair. Like damn.

Manga/Anime Fan Coworker: The cast looks so fucking on. I know this will never get a season 2, but if it did, the absolute dream would be for Jamie Lee Curtis to play Kureha.

Me: Yes, please. She's on my list of Characters I Have To See In Live Action. It's Law (obviously), Kid & Killer but particularly Killer, Ace of course, Robin because ROBIN, and Kureha who, yeah, is on the list cuz I want JLC or equivalent.

AD Fan: You just went off about how Garp was too hot but are cool with Jamie Lee Curtis as Kureha?

Me: Yeah, because unlike Garp, Kureha is canonically smoking.

AD Fan: Agree to disagree.

M/A Fan: They'll probably go for no names again like they did for this cast, but dream casting would be Alexandra Daddario as Robin. Boom.

M/A Fan: *With absolutely no further promoting from me* Ooooooh I got another fake casting. This one's for Kid. Cameron Monaghan.

M/A Fan: He's played crazy before too. And he's really good at it. He was pretty much "the Joker" in the show Gotham. AND he was the gay brother on Shameless. So he can totally be pirate married to Killer!

Me: *Desperately trying to remember when I mentioned in my work chat - that includes a few non-geeks, like not just not OP fans but just straight up not up with geek culture - that Kid and Killer were Pirate Married, a phrase which is very much so mine.*

Me: *Decides it doesn't matter and just gives self a point to converting yet another normal fan straight boy around to the correct view of Kid and Killer's relationship.* Now we just need someone who can pull off the perfect 80 glam rock star AND NHL defense player and we have two more Supernoves cast and ready to go.

I don't know how I keep convincing these straight boys who have probably never read a fanfic in their lives to get behind Kid/Killer as canonical Pirate Husbands, but when one of the major considerations for fan-casting is, "would Mina find him suitable gay with Killer?" you know you've won. I'm not sure what exactly, but it's definitely a win.

[douwatahima]

the thing about me is i am always, always, going to champion creativity. it doesn't matter how weird, or out there, or not to my taste a piece of art may be, i'm going to champion anyone's right to tell the stories that speak to their soul. in fandom terms, that means fighting for anyone's right to do whatever the hell they want regardless of whether or not their fanart/fanfic/whatever aligns with canon.

look, i grew up in an age where there really wasn't a wealth of lgbt media. it was fairly normal for the shows/movies/books i fell in love with to filled completely with cishet characters. and yet the fandoms that sprung up around these stories had a ton of lgbt folks who looked at the source material and went "yeah, this is good, but i have some notes"; who went on to make boatloads of art queering the text in hundreds of exciting ways. no one making that art ever expected their headcanons or fanfics to become canon, but that fact was immaterial to the art they were creating. it was about the act of invention, about taking a story that had had an affect on you and reorganizing the pieces to make them your own! and it was fun! it was so so fun!

so yeah, i really don't care if you want to spend all of your time talking only about background characters because you like them more than the main characters. it doesn't bug me one bit if you want to only make art for a fanon pairing because you don't like what canon gave you. i might not necessarily agree with your takes, but that's what blocking and muting is literally for. i will never be the one to tell you to stick only to canon if your creative inspiration lies elsewhere (especially because, as someone who has favoured fanon over canon before, it would be hypocritical of me to do so lol).

however, there is another side to this that i think some people forget. and that is that you know who else is allowed to be creative in whatever ways they want? the people who make the source material. the writers in the writers room, the directors on set, the actors bringing the characters to life, they are all allowed to tell their story in whatever ways they see fit. and yeah, you absolutely do not have to agree with every choice they make, but i feel like there's people in fandom now who feel entitled to getting their way purely because they're an avid fan.

i've seen some people become outraged that their headcanon, no matter how far removed from canon it actually was, got disproven. people who feel personally betrayed that their special little blorbo, who wasn't a main character to begin with, didn't suddenly become the sole focus of the plot when new material came out. people ready to rain down holy fire when a ship that was in no way hinted at didn't suddenly become canon just because they, a fraction of the series' fanbase, liked it a lot. and this is honestly incredibly unfair to me. the creators of a story do not have to temper their creative freedom just because you, a single fan, want them to do something else, and to expect them to is not only entitled but also, frankly, delusional.

so yeah! play in the sandbox! make things you like! find people who agree with you and talk endlessly to them about your headcanons! that's literally what fandom was built for! but if we're a year down the line and you're still harping on about how a show personally betrayed you because it didn't cater to your specific desires (even though it never, never said it was going to) i kind of feel like you've lost the plot tbh. and if the canon doing something you didn't like messed you up so bad that you still feel this pressed about it then, idk, maybe it was never the story you wanted it to be in the first place and maybe it's time to go find a canon that suits you better. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Fictober '20 Prompt No. 5 — "Unacceptable, try again."

Category: Fanfic Fandom: My Favorite Martian (1963–1966) Rating: PG Timeline: anytime after season 1 CW: none Word Count: 1,172 Additional Notes: Wanted to use the moment in Thriving: Rebirth canon where this quote is used, but I couldn't, so I decided to make one up for a fanfic of the show that serves as the series' biggest inspiration instead.

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PART I

Tim and Martin stood at opposite ends of the sliding door at the front of the apartment, watching the rain lashing against the glass, cradling the last of the expensive wine leftover from dinner. A gift from one of Tim's coworkers—almost too good to open, according to him, since he could never afford to indulge so much himself.

They'd marveled over the weather for a bit, as it hadn't rained in Los Angeles for several months prior and they couldn't hear the end of it from Mrs. Brown about how her petunias wilted worse day by day.

Interrupting their pensive moment, Tim cleared his throat. "You know…I've just realized that we've had a very peaceful month."

Martin, in the midst of draining the final dregs of his wine, turned to him with raised eyebrows. "Have we?"

"Yeah." Tim smiled out the window. "At least, I have. My editor has been great, I've been blessed with an abundance of wealth—as far as stories for the paper go, anyway—it's raining for the first time in ages, and things at home have been…real good." He glanced at Martin. "Haven't they?"

"Real good," Martin echoed. "‘Great,' I could even say. I'm having far more progress repairing my spaceship than I ever have the entire time I've been on Earth."

Trying to ignore the sudden squeeze at the center of his chest, Tim's smile widened and he too finished his wine. "That is great. That's…that's great."

Martin turned to start clearing the dishes from the table. "Dinner was delicious, by the way; I don't think I mentioned that yet. Your pot roast is beginning to rival Mrs. Brown's!"

Tim continued to watch the rain, the mild flooding on the main road and the surging river guided by the curb. The comfort of a good month had begun to fold gently within the overwhelming sadness of a creeping end. For a moment he pretended the spaceship in the garage was gone and the sound of other footsteps around the apartment had disappeared. He pictured the space behind him empty, devoid of Martin's possessions, robbed of another person.

"How have things been going with Debbie?" Martin asked from the kitchen. The sound of clinking plates and running water accompanied his voice. "I don't think you've taken her out in a while, have you?"

"…Debbie?"

"The girl you met while you were pursuing the Bridge Street jewelry store robbery. You took her out once and then you never really talked about her again."

Tim ran the rim of his glass against his lip, the contentedness he felt moments ago melting from his posture to puddle around his feet. "Uh…I haven't seen her in a few weeks."

"Why? She seemed to like you a lot."

Tim didn't answer for a while and the silence only disturbed by dishes being washed and rain against the roof inflated to fill the entire living room. It crushed Tim's ribs, ground into his stomach, and threatened to seep through the walls.

The idea of alone was something Tim could no longer understand. It used to be so simple, so normal to find solace in watching television by himself or going out to dinner with a beautiful woman or sleeping until two in the afternoon on a weekend. But now, the thought of waking up to nothing was almost too much to bear.

"Tim?"

He turned to see Martin in the middle of the room, and it hit him like a sledgehammer that he'd read his mind. "I, uh…well…we just didn't click, that's all."

But it was too late. Martin resumed drying his hands with the towel he held and gained a faraway look, his gaze shifting back to the window. "I'm not looking forward to leaving, either."

"Then why?" Tim set his glass on the table, unsure where this sudden confidence came from but knowing it had to be said. "Why leave at all? You've got a roof over your head and you're fed every day..."

"Mars is my home." Martin's tone softened significantly, laced with regret. "I couldn't ask you to stay anywhere you didn't belong."

Tim clenched his jaw. "I'm doing that already."

Martin's attention snapped to him, a knit forming between his brows. "…What do you mean?"

"I…the thought of..." Tim took to carefully pacing the room and turned his class ring absently on his finger. "It's nothing."

"Unacceptable. Try again."

"Well you read my mind already, didn't you? Just…read it again!"

"I'm aware that you're not happy about the fact that I could be leaving any day. I've always known that." Martin tossed the towel onto the coffee table. "It became clear very early on that the idea of me going back to Mars is distressing to you."

Tim perched on his desk, arms folded tight over his chest. "And what, exactly, gave that away?"

"The immeasurable joy that you didn't bother to hide when I almost broke every bone in my body trying to leave the first time."

Tim's cheeks flushed and he swallowed. "That's…not exactly what happened..."

"Tim, I know how you feel—"

"I don't think you do."

Another silence, this time sticky and urgent, coated the floor like rubber cement. Martin regarded Tim with far less surprise than was expected, but it existed nonetheless, and it closed Tim's throat with excessive force.

"Where am I," Tim said softly, jabbing a finger into his own chest before extending it toward Martin, "without you?"

Martin didn't respond.

As reality crumbled around him, Tim continued on. "Have you met any of my friends?"

"No—"

"Because there aren't any. There are colleagues. But there are no friends. I can't keep a girl with me. I don't…I don't want to keep a girl with me. I am the best version of myself…with you." Tim startled at his own words and the feeling of heat prickling at his eyes but he couldn't stop the humorless laugh bubbling out of him. "I don't even know who I am anymore! What am I supposed to do after you leave, Martin?"

The lack of "Uncle" before his name dropped like a brick at Martin's feet.

"You're supposed to keep going," he murmured. "I can always come back."

"Sure." Tim took a breath to gain control of his emotions once again and to calm the nerves that made his hidden hands shake. "I know."

The rain came down harder, making it impossible to see out of the window through the deluge.

The phone rang, causing Tim to jump before he answered it. "Yeah…hello?" He held the receiver between his ear and his shoulder and he rubbed his palms over his face. "…Right, Mr. Benson. I'll be there." He dropped the phone on the cradle and exhaled. "I have to go. There's been a mudslide downtown."

"Tim, we really need to talk about what happened here."

Tim fixed his tie and grabbed his jacket and an umbrella from the closet. "I know. Just…not now."

Martin stood rooted to the spot far after the front door slammed closed behind Tim.

[aikoiya]

I'll be honest. You could literally make a very steamy little fanfic on this concept alone just by having the bodyswap being put into place by some sort of magical object like an enchanted mirror that.

But even more fun is the idea that the mirror only works once over a given period of time. Maybe it's only under the full moon, so every month. Maybe it only works once every solstice, so once when the sun is at its peak during the summer solstice & once when the moon is at its peak under the winter solstice.

Something interesting I just thought of: Demise's appearance would change if only a little. Specifically to reflect Darling's emotional state. So, in the case of a Darling that generally isn't very hateful or angry, his hair burns less like a raging inferno & more like the comfortable blaze of a hearth. And, I'm thinking that the red fades to more of an orange, possibly with a more golden hue about halfway up. The burning red of his sclera fades to something between simmering orange & molten amber, yet within the still golden, sunlike irises, appear a pair of pitch black, slitted pupils, sharp, but focused, like that of an eagle. And, whereas his face is normally tight with anger & ferocity, now his visage was more relaxed & even curious, causing him to look younger (in fact, I think most of the Dorfs would likely look younger too just due to Darling's different personality/mindset likely not being as... harsh as his). His sickly pale & throbbing tar complection mixes to make something more like a fog & slate:

So, very much just a different vibe entirely.

Similarly, I think it would be cool if with their Darling's soul now inhabiting their body, it caused the skin of the Gerudo Voe to turn the same healthy bronze as every other Gerudo. Meanwhile, in reverse, with Ganondorf's soul inhabiting the body of his Darling, their own skin was now an almost sickly pale the way that Aster's was in AoC.

Which might lead to a discovery of how magic is at least partially tied to the soul & not the body. If so, it brings to mind what sort of magic Darling would be able to use now without dark magic. I'm sure we all know that Ganondorf's body would likely have inherited lightning magic, but I also like to think that he might also have sand magic.

At the same time, I think that if Nemma were in this situation, she'd try to show him how he made her feel. And, by that, she'd use her borrowed body to gather him into her arms so that his head was pressed to her chest & could hear the strong heart beating there. Tight & firm, but gentle & encompassing. And, due to being in Nemma's body, he'd experience a feeling of... calm, comforting warmth & safety. A sense of security & wellbeing. Like, for just a moment, he was shielded from the pain of the entire world around him.

If he leans into it, Nemma would lean down & whisper into his borrowed ear with his own baritone-bass voice speaking lowly, "Since we wed, I have wished to instill within you a feeling of safety & protection & overwhelming love as strong as you fill me with every single day that we are together. And now, I can. Even if the situation is not ideal, I am thankful to be able to spend what time we have like this, paying you back for every moment of love & adoration that you've given to me..." The words were spoken with a raw depth & emotion that he'd never heard come from his own throat & looking up, he saw a soft, gentle adoration in his familiar orbs that... he'd never seen before...

Is this how he looked to her? Because he felt... cherished...

His own face began to nuzzle his borrowed face with a hum (for WW, TP, HW, & TotK only; as he stifled an embarrassing giggle that threatened to bubble up from his throat at the tickle of his own beard hair against his borrowed skin, a flash of affectionate delight singing in his chest) before his wife spoke to him again, "We will endure this challenge together &, when the mirror reawakens, we shall return to ourselves. However, until that moment comes, let us enjoy this rare chance that we've been blessed with, hm?"

How would the DorfMisers react to this, I wonder? How do they feel about this revelation? This new perspective? The knowledge of how safe & secure he makes her feel? Her desire to make him feel similarly? What is he thinking?

With that, she kissed his temple, before slowly moving down to kiss his cheek, then trailing sweet, adoring kisses along his now softer jaw before finally meeting his lips in a slow & chaste kiss that began to build with a warm, simmering heat.

Does he reciprocate?

Thoughts, feelings, reactions, & if I can get it, a scene involving this whole scenario?

How would the Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) & Demise react to being bodyswapped with their SO?

Here’s how each Ganondorf and Demise might react to being bodyswapped with their SO:

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Reaction: Wind Waker Ganondorf would be surprised but amused by the situation. Seeing his SO flexing in his body with a wild grin would be both intriguing and entertaining to him. He’s not one to panic; instead, he would use this as an opportunity to observe and perhaps even appreciate his SO's confidence and playfulness.

Thoughts: “Hmph, they seem to be enjoying themselves. I must admit, they wear my power well… But how long will this last, I wonder? A temporary inconvenience, no doubt, but an amusing one.”

Scene: Ganondorf, now in his SO's body, watches them with a raised eyebrow as they flex in the mirror, clearly enjoying the newfound strength. A smirk tugs at his lips as he crosses his (or rather, his SO's) arms over their chest.

“You look rather pleased with yourself,” he comments, his voice carrying the same deep timbre despite the unfamiliar form.

His SO, in Ganondorf’s towering frame, turns to him with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “How could I not be? This is incredible! I’ve never felt so powerful.”

Ganondorf chuckles, a low rumble that feels odd coming from his SO’s throat. “Enjoy it while you can, little one. This will not last forever.”

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Reaction: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf would initially be furious at the loss of control over his own body. However, seeing his SO flexing and smirking would shift his anger into cold curiosity. He’d likely be annoyed but intrigued by their reaction, considering how to turn this to his advantage.

Thoughts: “How dare they make a mockery of my power? Yet, this could be… instructive. I will not tolerate any further insolence, but this situation may reveal something useful.”

Scene: Ganondorf, now in his SO's body, glares at his reflection, seething internally at the indignity. When he hears his own voice let out a pleased laugh, he turns sharply to see his SO in his body, flexing their arms with a gleeful expression.

“Are you quite finished?” he growls, his SO's softer voice not carrying the same menace he’s accustomed to.

His SO smirks, admiring the muscle definition in Ganondorf’s arms. “This is… amazing. I can see why you’re so confident all the time.”

“Do not get too comfortable,” he warns, stepping closer with a predatory gleam in his eyes. “You are playing with power far beyond your understanding.”

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Reaction: Twilight Princess Ganondorf would react with a mixture of anger and cold amusement. He would hate the vulnerability of being in a weaker body, but seeing his SO revel in the power of his form would amuse him. He’d likely see this as a temporary annoyance, one that he’d rectify swiftly, but not before enjoying the sight of his SO’s antics.

Thoughts: “Foolish… and yet, I cannot deny their enthusiasm. This body is my domain, but I will allow them their moment of triumph. For now.”

Scene: Ganondorf, in his SO’s body, stands back with a stoic expression as his SO flexes and grins in the mirror, seemingly delighted by their new, powerful form. He watches in silence for a moment before stepping forward, his presence commanding even in a lesser body.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he observes, his tone icy but with a hint of amusement.

His SO turns to him, flexing one last time before smirking. “I can see why you’re so intimidating. This power… it’s intoxicating.”

Ganondorf narrows his eyes, his lips curling into a smirk. “Do not forget who truly wields that power. You are merely borrowing it.”

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Reaction: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf would be intrigued but ultimately dismissive of the bodyswap. He is confident in his control over the situation and would find his SO’s reaction amusing, perhaps even endearing. He’d see this as a test of their bond and a chance to see how his SO handles power.

Thoughts: “They are enjoying this far more than expected. A warrior’s spirit, indeed. Let them revel in it, for it will be short-lived.”

Scene: Ganondorf, now in his SO’s body, watches with a smirk as his SO, in his own imposing form, flexes and strikes a few poses in the mirror. He can’t help but chuckle at their enthusiasm, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.

“You seem to be having fun,” he remarks, his SO's voice sounding almost playful in contrast to his usual demeanor.

His SO grins, turning to him with a twinkle in their eye. “This is amazing! I can see why you’re so confident all the time.”

Ganondorf raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Confidence comes from within, not just from strength. Remember that when this is over.”

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Reaction: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf would be deeply unsettled by the bodyswap, seeing it as a potential threat. However, upon seeing his SO’s reaction—grinning and flexing in his body—he’d likely be torn between irritation and reluctant amusement. He would quickly want to rectify the situation but might allow his SO their moment of enjoyment.

Thoughts: “This is unnatural… but they seem to be enjoying themselves. I must end this quickly, but perhaps there is something to be learned from their reaction.”

Scene: Ganondorf, in his SO’s body, watches with a frown as his SO flexes in the mirror, a wild grin on their face. He crosses his arms, feeling the unfamiliar weight of his SO’s form, and narrows his eyes.

“You find this amusing?” he asks, his voice low and edged with frustration.

His SO turns to him, still grinning. “Come on, you have to admit this is pretty cool. I’ve never felt so powerful.”

Ganondorf exhales sharply, shaking his head. “This is not a game. But… enjoy it while you can. It will not last.”

Demise

Reaction: Demise would be furious at the bodyswap, viewing it as a grave insult to his power. However, seeing his SO flexing and smirking in his body would give him pause. He might be impressed by their boldness, but his overwhelming reaction would be anger and a desire to correct the situation immediately.

Thoughts: “How dare they? But… such confidence. It is almost admirable. Still, this must end now.”

Scene: Demise, now in his SO’s body, seethes with barely contained rage as he watches his SO flexing in his form. His eyes narrow, and he clenches his (or rather, their) fists, struggling to contain his fury.

“You dare mock me?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

His SO turns to him, smirking. “I’m not mocking you. Just… appreciating the view.”

Demise steps forward, his presence still intimidating despite the weaker form. “This will end now,” he declares, his voice a command. “You may enjoy the power while it lasts, but remember—this is my body, and you will return it.”

Each of the characters reacts based on their personality, with a mix of amusement, annoyance, and a desire to restore the natural order. They all recognize the power of their own form but are also intrigued by their SO’s reaction to wielding it, albeit briefly.

[thewritingowl]

One thing I've noticed as I've gotten further into the DPxDC fandom is that people don't believe me anymore when I tell them I don't consume DC media.

Like, I'll be like, "Oh I don't really know much about the DC universe" which is true! Most of my knowledge is from fandom osmosis and various wiki dives I've done for the sake of my own fanfic. Even then, my knowledge tends to be very batman specific because that's the niche that I've found myself just cozying on up into.

But then I'll be talking with one of my irl friends and they'll mention something about batman or one of the robins and I go off about the things I've learned (like according to the batman wiki APPARENTLY Duke might be immortal????? Like what the fuck????) and they'll go, "Wow you know a lot about Batman, huh?"

and I have to sit there being like, none of this knowledge is knowledge I gained legitimately. I was just trying to enjoy some fanfic of my comfort media from when I was a child and suddenly I found a Danny Phantom/Batman crossover fic and now I've written over 100K words for a fandom in which I've never consumed content and whose other half I have not watched since I was a literal child.

My friends are out here being like, "Wow, Eli, you must be a fan of DC!" and like, I can't just TELL them that I only can bring myself to enjoy DC media in this very specific context because the fandom itches a particular area of my brain that has not been scratched in a long time. Like, I'm not MAD that I've ended up in these predicaments, I'm just constantly living in a state of wondering when do I stop denying that I know a lot about Batman and accept that I've become a fan of Batman media in the least legitimate possible way.

IDK if this makes any sense, it's just a thought I had while I was working on my one shot for day 6 of DP/DC Week. Also like, it feels very weird to just throw my thoughts out into the void like this when I've only really interacted with other DP/DC crossover fans via my own fanfics and other ao3 comment sections so like please excuse my general awkwardness as I shout into the void that is tumblr.