#aaaand I screwed up

[dairy-farmer]

God you know what would be fun? Civilian Tim being Supervillian Bait.

Just? Wildly Attractive~✨️

This sharply put together, legs for days, walking competence kink, "I kinda wanna ruin you" secret trainwreck of a mother fucker. Scary brilliant. Can't cook. Will take over your company for funsies and make you beg to get it back. Soft, fluffy looking hair they wanna grab and use to slam his head against the table hard enough to concuss him.

Curse you Drake, and your stupid sexy lil smirk.

He's that exact flavor of Gotham Pretty Boy that means you don't know if you want him DEAD or in your bed. They hate that they're into that. Don't know if they want to step on him or the other way around. Someone's ending up in chains though! Mark their words!

Obviously, Ra's finds it SUPER HOT. The Bats hate it. He'll sweep in, antagonize them, the rip his shirt strategicly open to go lounge in Timothy~♡'s office like a WHORE ™. Yes they're biased! Stop sleeping with THE NEIGHBOR KID. They don't CARE that he's an adult now! You're OLD!!!

But he shan't. Tim is his sexy powerful environmentalist side peice for the century. He sweeps in to take him dancing, fine dining, fuck him incoherent on a bed of fine silks. Leaves him jewels and fancy statues. You know, the usual.

Now LEX on the other hand? Wants to murder fuck him. He's a uppity lil shit. A pretty, pretty, cocky little rat bastard and Lex wants to choke him to death on his own desk. Possibly while fucking him. Set fire to his car and cut the breaks. Stop RUINING HIS BUSINESS VENTURES, YOU LIL SHIT! (No~☆)

He wants to chain him up, monolog at him, then kill him. Also wants him to work for him. ALSO wants to screw his brains out. Would not say no too a... merger, if you will. He really hates that "challenges me" is such a turn on for him. And that Drake is so hard to kill. Fuck it, he's sending another threat bouquet.

And? Look, sometimes business is ugly. It's Gotham. He's young and pretty. People think they can get away with shit. Sometimes you gotta hire someone to... fix, things. An individual like Mr. Wilson.

Or "Daddy" on his phone. Because Tim's a lil shit and if you think he WOULDN'T then maybe you shouldn't keep making jabs at his daddy issues, Deathstroke.

Unfortunately, Wilson is ALSO a bastard. So now it's a game of bastardry chicken. You wanna call him daddy? Fine. Daddy wants to be paid upfront and a handjob..

......aaaand you did it. Well shit. Guess I'm killing the guy. You know what? Yeah. Yeah I think I WILL continously pop in time to time, to be a dirty old man at you, until your composure breaks. Bet you break before I do.

And? It all? Gives the Bats heart palpations? Cause he's not even a Rouge! It's just his love life! And it's threatening to tear Gotham apart! Aaaaaaaaaaa-!!!

-🐼🐼🐼

timmy being supervillain bait is so good❤️❤️

[katyawriteswhump]

Pin-up boy (steddie microfic)

For @steddiemicrofic March prompt, ‘pin.’ Thank you <3

WC: 388. Rating: T. CW: None. Tags: Steve and Eddie return to High School (because I say so!) post S4 healing, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers.

…

In the library, Eddie found Steve slumped at a table, face pillowed in his arms. Robin sat beside Steve, rubbing his back.

“He okay?” asked Eddie.

“Bad headache,” mumbled Steve. “M’not deaf, Munson. Yet.”

“Came on sudden.” Robin’s obvious worry mirrored Eddie’s. They’d persuaded Steve to re-take senior year, and these ‘study meets’ rocked Eddie’s days. Though Robin tried, no ‘studying’ happened; they’d be idiots till the librarian booted them. It was really an excuse to check each other was okay, post-Upside Down everything. Plus, Eddie dug hanging with Robin… Aaaand with his secret crush.

“Got your meds?” asked Eddie.

“In my locker.” Steve threw his keys at Eddie.

“You trust me with your car-key too?”

“Like you need those to boost my wheels.” Steve blinked blearily. “The pink pills, ’kay?”

Steve’s locker contained a ton of meds. Some—for PTSD, anxiety—Eddie took also. The ‘pink pills,’ however, were hardcore painkillers that Eddie had been able to ditch. He’d snatched them up, when a grainy pic—pinned discreetly at the back—caught his eye.

IT’S ME! Ax-wielding at a Corroded Coffin gig. 

The love-hearts pencilled in the margins set Eddie’s world on fire.

…

When Eddie returned, Steve wouldn’t raise his burning face. He couldn’t handle Eddie knowing, even after the painkillers kicked in. The old Steve Harrington would’ve powered through, but… Ouch! Not today.

Eddie cornered him near the lockers. Steve glared.

“Feeling better?” asked Eddie.

Steve shrugged.

Eddie slung an arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Wanna show you something.”

Steve tensed, nearly bolted, but… Christ, it was better said: “Yeeeah, my locker. I got all brain-foggy and forgot that pic was there. It’s a dumb joke—”

“Sure hope it’s not.” Eddie flung his locker open. A shirtless picture of Steve by the pool was pinned, very visibly, to the door. My Little Pony stickers formed a love-heart around it.

“For once, skulls and crossbones didn’t nail it,” said Eddie. “I owe Lady Applejack a billion dollars for those babies.”

“Is this some twisted joke?”

“My Little Ponies aside, I’m deadly serious, Stevie.”

Steve fixated on Eddie’s gorgeous eyes. Jesus, this was real! The guy who’d shared his healing, who got who he was now, felt the same.

“Screw it, me too.” They couldn’t be alone quick enough. Steve let Eddie pin him to the wall, and they made out forever.

...

All my Steddie fic can also be found here on AO3 :)

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,354 Words

Summary: Sun and Moon take Earth and Lunar on vacation, which leaves Ruin and Solar to babysit Eclipse.

Warnings: Imprisonment?, Babysitting, Brotherly Bonding, Self-Esteem Issues, Touch-Starved, Cursing, Fluff, Mild Angst, let me know if I should add anything else.

To Babysit A Grown Man

The fact that they’d allowed him to live now was seemingly moot, Eclipse was a glorified maid at this point. They always had him cleaning and running their errands for them. Especially Moon, Moon the most out of everyone with Sun being the second most.

Lunar avoided him, Earth as well due to unsavory memories at the previous Eclipse and the Original. Ruin outright hated him. Solar was the one who was ‘friendliest’. Solar didn’t make him do things, but he also didn’t pay Eclipse much mind. But at least Solar wasn’t using the household ’maid’.

Eclipse had been most surprised when Sun, Moon, Earth, and Lunar left on a family vacation, leaving him under the direction of Ruin and Solar. He wasn’t sure why they’d trusted to leave him under the influence of their cousins alone when they’d kept him under strict lock and key before.

It was a stretch to think they were beginning to trust him, so perhaps it was an exercise to see if Ruin or Solar would truly betray them while they were all screwing off to the Bahamas or wherever they’d gone. Eclipse sure didn’t know where they’d gone, he’d just been told they were on a week-long vacation.

Eclipse sighed as Ruin went to charge and finally the judging eyes left as Solar was now taking shift to watch him like a babysitter. It was infuriating but, not that Ruin was gone, he was relieved. He’d rather be ‘babysat’ by Solar anyway. At least Solar didn’t threaten him constantly.

“So what are you up to, huh?” Solar asked, following Eclipse as he went to the daycare kitchen.

“Hobby. Thankfully Moon didn’t throw it out before he left like he said he would.” Eclipse grazed his hand over the large bowl of dough on the counter he’d made a couple hours ago under Ruin’s scrutinizing gaze.

“Yeah, been meaning to ask about that. What is that giant container thing you have on the counter all the time? Venom or something?” Solar asked.

“Bread starter. Sourdough.” Eclipse answered as he took the cloth off the bowl and put flour on the counter, tipping the dough onto the counter and using a knife to divide it into six. God, he made too much. Eclipse sighed at the amount he’d made and shook his head.

“Why’d you learn how to make bread, Clipse?” Solar asked, simply sitting at the table with his feet on it as he scrolled on his arm computer.

“I wanted to learn something…harmless, I guess. It just interested me when I saw videos of it.” Eclipse told him, mixing matcha powder into one of the six doughs and putting nutella on the inside of the dough as he rolled it up and put it into one of the six baking dishes he had out for the bread.

“Well, I’m glad you found a hobby. What kinds are you making?” Solar asked.

“Well, I made too much. And I don’t think I can stand all one flavor. One of them is matcha nutella. One last said it tastes good but I’m not sure for the rest.” Eclipse tried to figure out what exactly to do with the rest.

“You want help?” Solar asked.

“You know how to make bread?” Eclipse asked.

“Nah, I’m not into baking. But I can suggest shit we have so you don’t overproof it, or whatever it’s called, having to go get more stuff to use.” Solar chuckled at him.

“Hm. Sure.” Eclipse agreed.

“I have instant espresso. You can probably put instant espresso powder in one so you have coffee flavored bread.” Solar suggested.

“That…actually sounds good.” Eclipse muttered as he looked through Solar’s cabinet and got out the instant espresso powder, mixing a bit into one of the doughs and putting it into a baking dish.

“Chocolate powder in one of the others Then we have blueberries you can use for one. Maybe one plain bread. Aaaand maybe rosemary and garlic.” Solar suggested.

“Where do you come up with this stuff?” Eclipse grumbled as he did the other four as Solar had suggested and scored them and put them into the oven with a pan with hot water.

“I don’t like baking but that doesn’t mean I don’t like bread.” Solar told him.

“Well, yeah, bread is good.” Eclipse sat with him to watch the oven. “Get your damn feet off the table.” Eclipse playfully shoved Solar’s legs off the table and onto one of the other chairs.

“Ugh. Can’t a guy put his feet up?” Solar sighed.

“Not when you’ve got those damn boots on. I don’t wanna clean the table a third time today alone.” Eclipse rolled his eyes.

“How long?” Solar nodded to the oven.

“Twenty minutes. Take the tops off and 20 more. Sadly, they need to rest for like an hour after before I can cut them.” Eclipse watched the clock.

“Fucker. Why can’t we eat molten lava bread?” Solar whined.

“Because it’ll kill every bit of our internals it touches. And it needs to cool to cut it. Or it won’t cut right or something.” Eclipse told him.

“Despair and disappointment.” Solar chuckled. Eclipse felt relaxed, he liked this little banter. It felt like he wasn’t being babysat, it felt like he was at home with a friend. Family? Were they family? Did Eclipse even get that title?

“You’re overthinking again. What’s in your head?” Solar asked.

“I…just….Are we family? Do I deserve that even? O-Or am I just being delusional or something?” Eclipse asked.

“You’re not delusional, we are family. You’re like my little brother kinda.” Solar smiled.

Eclipse halted and stared at Solar with slight awe. He’d thought Solar would call him a cousin or second cousin thrice removed or whatever meaningless title he could think of. Hell, he thought he’d get told no and called a nuisance.

To be called brother. It felt like someone lighting a fire into his core, it made his processors run on overdrive and his engines turn warm with heightened intensity. Eclipse felt…happy? Wanted? Loved? All he knew was he felt warm and excited.

“Eclipse, your bread.” Solar reminded him, opening the oven and taking the tops off for him.

“Thank you.” Eclipse felt tears well over his cheeks and he couldn’t help but smile, artificial breaths staggered with tears.

“You’re welcome.” Solar told him, not yet noticing that Eclipse was in tears. Solar put the tops of the cooking dishes in the sink to be washed. Solar came and sat back down with him and Solar finally seemed to take notice of Eclipse’s tears.

“You okay?” Solar asked, sliding a hand over but hesitating to hold Eclipse’s hand.

“You really see me as your brother?” Eclipse asked softly.

“Of course I do. I don’t get much time to hang out with you but yeah, you’re my brother.” Solar held his hand and Eclipse melted into more tears because of it. He hadn’t been touched that gently before, ever that he could remember.

“You’re too nice to me.” Eclipse whispered.

“Eclipse, come here.” Solar forced Eclipse to stand and hugged him into his arms. Eclipse melted against him and cling on tightly. The hug was so simple but it made him break down finally, choked sobs leaving him. His engines felt so warm and his processors felt like they were burning.

“It’s okay. I get it, it’s okay.” Solar rubbed his back softly and Eclipse sniffled, his fit of tears slowly petering off. He let go of Solar slowly and wiped his tears off his face, trying to stop crying.

“Thank you.” Eclipse whispered.

“No problem, little brother.” Solar ruffled his rays and made him laugh a little at the feeling of his messed up rays.

“Now about bread, I’ve got questions on if we can bake moondrops into them.” Solar told him.

“If we crack them like eggs maybe. Or melt them down.” Eclipse answered, laughing more at the idea.

“We’re doing that and giving it to Moon. Maybe force him to sleep for once.” Solar told him.

“You’re taking the blame. Not it.” Eclipse claimed.

[cherri-balms]

♡﹕𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓, 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓! — CH.1 — Normal Girl

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A/N ﹕Chapter 1 is finally out!! I apologize if this took a little while, I have an idea for an Alastor fic brewing and if all things go well, the prologue/pilot chapter will be the next thing I post!

As always if you would like to be added to the taglist, shoot me a DM and ill get back to you asap!! <3

This chapter is primarily exposition and fluff, so there are no content warnings for this chapter aside from a brief description of making oneself vomit.

𝐄 × 𝐌/𝐅 × 𝟓.𝟐𝐤 × 𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 × 𝐀𝐎𝟑

♡﹕Bring-your-reader to work day as one of the most famous idols in hell! Or, what it's really like working as one of the most famous idols in hell under the thumb of the VEES.

6:00 PM

Your alarm begins your morning with its typical assault to the ears and dragging  you out of what was once a beautiful slumber, for a while your subconscious was even able to create a darling little wonderland blend of hell and personal heaven, but all good dreams had to come to an end at sometime soon.

Sitting up, you begin your typical morning work routine of getting dressed, brushing your teeth and whatever other morning activities that needed to be done. Surrounding you are dozens of printed posters and scrolls of yourself watching you get changed, most of which being limited edition merchandise from your concerts, and almost all of them had in bold letters “MONΛRCH” somewhere on the prints. After your meeting with Vox that day, he insisted that if you were going to work with the brand of the Vees that you were to take on a stage name to said brand. Before you could go through your mental filing cabinet to find something that would fit, Vox informed you that he had already picked your name from the moment you walked in: Monarch. It took a second for you to realize, but the patterns currently adorning your body with the resemblance of a monarch butterfly made it click. Plus, you did like how powerful the name sounded.

The last step of your routine was always to consult yourself a sprint checkup on your voice synthesizer and then perform some finetuning. Your current synthesizer is nowhere close to your first one, hell the damn thing originally couldn't even get wet, nor was it surgically bolted into your neck, though the two still shared similar parts in case the need for a quick repair arose.

… Aaaand of course speak of the fallen angel, that said scenario was precisely why you keep a constant eye on the quality of your synthesizer, because the screw connecting your voice bank and vocal chords was chipped. Sure, it was minute but even the smallest imperfection could lead to rust and infection that you just couldn’t afford.

The bottom half of your dresser vanity would appear to be nothing but a foundational box with a front facing panel and some regal metalsmith carvings  if not for the card-slot keyhole poking out the right side. You keep the key hidden on your person at all times, while the contents inside hold no value in money or power you’re sure the reactions to what could be construed to be a stalkerish shrine to your boss would be the end of your reputation.

And his too you guess but you’re the cute one here.

Lifting your pointer finger to the back of your neck, using the slight dent of your nail to nudge out a tiny rectangular panel of your synthesizer. Or, it would be rectangular if not for the carefully cut notches on one of the sides.

You slip the key into the slot as far as it will reach, bypassing all 4 clicks then rewarding you with a 5th at ths decompressing tightness of the spring lock hinge. The once stiff panel now slides open, though not exactly with grace with it getting friction jammed against the frame caused by lack of use.

Not quite having time to spare getting distracted by your keepsakes you reach to the glass case to the left containing your prototype voice bank collar displayed like a diamond atop a blue silk pillow. You’re absolutely certain if  Vox discovered you still held the beta technology he would gag like you were saving a meal that's gone bad. Absolutely adorable, knowing if you’d present it to any sinner in hell it’d be easy to convince them it was state of the art, brand new.

One screw acquired and you’re out of there, locking everything the way it was before, box, vanity, bedroom door, apartment door. The commute to the VHQ could barely even be considered a walk, actually, most of the housing within a 3 mile radius of their building was ultimately owned by the Vees reserved for employees. Smart way to both keep their people in line and control exactly who’s around at all times, gotta give them credit when credit is due.

The dredging silence over the span of two months had you in an urge to claw beneath your skin to tear out the stabbing anticipation that seemed to grow within. Should that evolve into a spiral well of anxiety you'd been worried the business plan sealed in ink turned into a ghost, but you were informed before your leave that Rome wasn’t going to be built in a day so you were left with nothing to do but respect his unspoken wishes.

When the hour struck and you received the details for the date and time of your next meeting in a bare bones text, you wish you could say it put your short term torture to a close, but the years worth of screaming in static was finally going to be over. You couldn’t make time move any faster, only make yourself move faster to prepare for your next encounter with the overlord that could now be considered your master.

“Monarch! Good, right on time, Now come sit.” Your overlord spins around the chair to your direction, beckoning you his way. You silently do as you’re told sitting legs pressed together handbag in your lap, before you even had a chance to touch the zipper for your tablet he waves your hands away.

“Nuh-uh, you don’t need to bother yourself with that anymore. I’m sure you know why I called you?” By the way his smirk stretched across the screen while his left hand reached below his desk you’d nearly assume he was just as excited as you for this day. You feel your eyelids pull back and you swore your eyes reflected twice as much light than when you first sat down if you could catch a glimpse of yourself.

The device presented to you in his hands looked identical to its future self if not for the fresher coat of polish it bore. You must confess you weren’t too sure what you were envisioning for this gadget to come out looking like, actually you realized you were never imagining something metaphysical at all, the technological cure to your aid came in the mental form of an intangible concept closer to a myth. But what was before your eyes was.. actually pretty underwhelming.

It looked like nothing but a steel box speaker attached to a collar with a dial, bare and simple. You caught a peek at something poking out on the other side behind it, but it didn’t catch your interest long enough to retain the observation. You weren’t aware enough to try and hide your confusion but you may have done a better job than you thought at not letting it show since he didn’t react until you cocked your chin to the side.

“Well what are we waiting for! Let’s get this show on the road and try it out, yeah? Turn around.” You were practically standing and turned before he could even finish the command. Sharp blue needles brush over your cheeks and under strands of hair lifting them behind your ears. You make the sound of the buckles on the collar before it’s veiled over your vision and behind your neck. “Fair warning, this will definitely be painful!”

Mayhaps you should’ve taken a bigger note on what you saw behind the box earlier, because you instantly got to discover what it was as spear headed clamps bury dormant in your throat through your neck so sharp it could pierce bone. Pain didn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling, it was like your brain tossed you back in time to repeat your lungs combusting to ash and your body soon reacted like you were suffering such fate again, causing you to start jumping and swatting out of the arms of your savior as if he were your next next killer.

“AAAAAAHH-aaahhhh?” Was that y- there’s no way. 

You tested again in case this was another instance of your psyche filling in the gaps of a voice once more.

“aaahhhhhh~AAAHH~~” You weren’t dreaming. What you were asking from him from the start felt like asking the impossible but the result you were given far exceeded any daydream you conjured to cope with your situation, but not only had the overlord given you a brand new voice by some miracle, the voice he gave you was the same you had in life, the same smooth melody you forgot you could produce.

You turned around to face him, this time with tears blurring your view. Not an ounce of anger from your embarrassing attack his way earlier, only intrigue in your reaction to the gift. For the first time in years, you could speak and say anything in the world you wanted and now your mind was white noise. All you could do was bow your head in gratitude, though you aren’t sure if he was expecting that just based on the noise he made after.

“Hey- woah, no need for that now, not that I’m necessarily complaining,” You raise your head and you aren’t surprised by the shadow of ego stretching his grin across the screen. “I did some investigating into your mortal life to find samples of your work to make sure your voice would be nothing short of yours! Getting hands on anything in the overworld is a royal pain in the ass, though. I hope you keep that in mind.” 

Was he jesting? You were going to keep every bolt and circuit in mind for the rest of your afterlife. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or the subtle new feeling of electrical surges flowing down the rivers of your veins, but just standing still with the amount of energy pumping in your body currently had you revived into a frankenstein marionette. 

You suppose a start could be a proper thank you, but when you attempted to mouth the words the frequency in which the simple “thank you, sir” stitched themselves together didn’t carry harmoniously, more like a broken collage of vocal pitches. Your hand cuts off your lips with a flare of pink to your cheeks, the oncoming cackling from your new boss turns that shade into deep red.

“Hahaha! I was wondering when you were gonna find that part out!” The laughter settles to a halt and he lifts a finger to wipe away a pixelated tear that doesn’t actually budge. “This model is just a beta voice bank and synthesizer, speaking will take some getting used to and once I get enough data from your use of it in the following weeks, I can begin working on improvements. I have a manual in my drawer containing the details for maintenance but for now, I have some people you need to meet.”

You were nodding your head along but you had to admit, you were not following completely. True you were unfamiliar with the recent spike in tech, but you didn’t think you were this poorly informed. You make a mental note of this as something you should start fixing asap if you were going to continue your career this way. Meanwhile, outside your thoughts, your boss is leading you to the front elevator.

Before you could prepare for a silent and awkward ride down, the TV filter breaks it again. “Oh, and can you stop with the whole “sir” talk, it’s a painfully stuffy-outdated form of addressing authority. Just address me as Vox, and everyone will know I’m your boss.” The elevator bell rings signaling the stopping floor. Your vision is brought to what looks like a madhouse production with women bustling in every direction skewing fabric across the space. It didn’t take long to put two and two together that this was some kind of clothing production, but seeing a fashion lineup in what you thought was a tech company put you in uncanny valley.

“No! No! No! Fucking disgraceful- what the hell is this shit Shae? Did you get sick all up on our silk or are you actually using vermillion and oli- VERMILLION AND FUCKING OLIVE SHAE DID YOU LEARN COLOR COORDINATION FROM THE COLOR BLIND?!” Alright that definitely drew your attention. The voice sounded like a female Gordon Ramsay for fashion instead of cooking, so it wasn’t difficult to assume she was the one in charge.

“Velvette! You’re as bitter as ever before.” The woman turns over, you had to admit her namesake fit well with her appearance and instantly the aesthetic made sense. Something about that cute white swirl she has in her hair reminded you of a sweet cheesecake frosting you could've devoured her on sight.

“Vox fuckin’ piss off mind you can’t you see I’m in the middle of somethi- who the fuck is this” Velvette squints in your direction like your appearance sucked away the rest of her eyesight. Seconds go by, and then a few more without a word being exchanged, only the next electrical surge from the nervous gulp of saliva reminding you that things didn’t have to be this way anymore.

You introduce yourself unashamed of the robotic slurred speech pattern and the face she makes could only be described as bewilderment.

“I- what in satan’s name was tha-”

“She’s mute, Velvette. Sweetheart this is the cornerstone of my little “Monarch” project I informed you of, and I actually came here to discuss that with you.”

“Wait a second the star of your new network is a mute bimbo- Vox did your motherboard circuits go fucking smooth?!” Self control was a virtue you’d mastered since life one, through thumb-tacks in your heels to schmoozing slimy pigs with deep pockets, the poker face would remain sewn to your cheeks. But here, you could feel the slightest twitch anytime this woman spoke. You couldn't give a damn how powerful she thought she was, the kinds of implications she was making towards Vox only made you want to shove bars of soap down her throat until it cleans the filth coating her mouth.

There was no fucking way you were ever going to tolerate that cunt.

The frosted blast of studio AC and diamond perfume became your standard morning welcome when clocking into work, upon so being greeted by the models and seamstresses on the floor of your first stop with your typical “good mornings” and “how are yous”. One of the newer interns approaches with multiple cardboard cup holder trays of coffee, and it didn’t take very long to find the cup with your favorite order, even if it weren’t for the bold lettering of your stage name on the outside.

You finish up your typical greetings making your way over to the dressing rooms where the rest of your stagemates are already gathered looking at the schedule. First on the docket was choreography training, no surprise since your instrumentalists were nowhere to be found, and then after lunch iss… oh wonderful! Outfit fitting! Which meant the whole afternoon with just you and Velvette.

This was going to be a perfect day, wasn’t it?

Speak of the devil and she shall not only appar, she’ll kick the front door down like it cheated on anniversary night and throw what was- probably a brand new Goeccia hand purse in the face of whomever was closest.

“EACH ONE OF YOU BETTER BE FUCKING CLOCKED AND AT YOUR POST IN THE NEXT MINUTE OR YOU’RE ALL SEWING THE ANGELIC!!KILLS LINE BY TONIGHT EVEN IF YOUR FUCKING FINGERS ARE WORN TO NUBS ARE WE CLEAR?! Now where the ever loving fuck is- There she is!!”

“Velvette!!”

The two of you run and embrace in the middle of the room like you had just returned from the great war and reuniting with your long lost lover at the end of a shitty romcom. This display, was one that also became a tradition between the two of you at the start of the work day, one you weren’t ignorant to the handful that still felt the need to eyeroll or squint.

Okay so,, your seeded disdain for Velvette was one you admittedly locked away in the vault of embarrassing memories to reap its head around only when trying to get a good night's sleep. You initially had spent the first month or so practicing every torture method known to man on the images your eyes sent you because of how she talked down to Vox like a dog, this was… before you found out she was an overlord too and suddenly the context of the relationship they shared made sense. A bitter part of the pride that landed you where you are today still wanted to leech onto any grain of malice toward her, eventually turning into a humiliating envy and possessiveness over Vox’s attention. In that span of time you made no effort to get to know Velvette or care about her work, even while she was making the outfits you wore on stage for you and she somewhat mutually felt the same about you. 

Luckily for the two of you, there was a third much more obnoxious V that was too perfect of low hanging fruit in the art if feminine hazing for you both to latch onto and find common ground on.

“I think this new hair style might be my new favorite! Locs look good on you~” Compared to how you felt the first time speaking with the prototype that sat in your vanity, the newer model of your synthesizer had a way more diverse voice bank and finetuning that made speaking feel and sound much more natural. Even with the mounds of progress from your prototype to present day, it was still obviously unnatural and robotic. These became factors that slowly mattered less as your gratitude increased, and you were content that not everyone was going to see it that way.

“See? I fucking told that nasty bed bug upstairs that I’d eat butterfly locs but what the fuck would he know when I can read my damn future in his forhead,” Velvette went a total of two minutes of the conversation before she pulled her phone out to check her instagram feed, a new accomplishment. You were proud. “Just so you’re aware by the way, Verosika Mayday announced  the release date of her Paint it Pink album like 35 minutes ago and people are already bringing your name into it. You got a lot to deliver with this upcoming tour.”

Lucifer bless Velvette for having the brain cells to keep up with surfing the modern social media tides you continuously wipe out on with every attempt. You could stomach social media enough for your job, but Velvette made sure to get you a top notch social media advisor to handle your accounts to make it seem like you were more active than you were. True as it was that your vocal synthesizer brought a new flair to the world of music; especially in the rise of electronica, techno and pop where your new voice couldn’t compare to any other sinner in the genres, this factor has also lead to a cluster headache of… Let’s just say controversy. Old fashioned demons in particular were the bane of everything you deemed holy just because how fucking annoying they were making their periodic hangups your god damn problem.

Before you could properly offer your gratitude your attention is taken by an obnoxious thump and “A-hem!” in the direction of the dressing room. Turning you can see the green lop bunny ears of your costar and you can assume she’s trying to tell you to move your ass. Drama was the last thing you had energy for so you blow a kiss goodbye to Velvette and made two shakes of a lamb's tail into the dressing rooms.

Today you didn’t need to worry about outfit planning, just something comfortable that you don’t mind sweating in for the better part of the day. A simple pair of running shorts, tank top and loafers should work more than fine for today, hopefully as long as Valentino didn’t decide to sit on today’s choreography exercises…

It wasn’t exactly the norm for dance practices for the remaining member of the V trifecta to sit in and give his shit commentary- kind critiques on your movements and appearances. If it were up to you or any of your coworkers, Valentino wouldn’t be anywhere near your production but alas, contractual standards came first. One of the stipulations upon starting your career as Monarch was your introduction to the Vee network and the ongoing partnership the three overlords held to upkeep their power within hell. Long and short, this meant that with each contract the Vees delt the other two business partner would also have to reap some sort of benefit; typically monetary gain.

In your case, Velvette easily got her reward by using your team as breathing mannequins to advertise her fashion line, not to mention she would ultimately be credited in every comment of the flashy costumes you wore at concerts and venues. Valentino’s side had free royalties to your music to play in his clubs and this usually came along with him having a say in the dances that go with the song. Every fucking time it was a Valentino session you all knew you were in for a long day of overtime, muscle pain, and playing sexual harassment bingo.

Two knocks on the door put your thoughts to a screeching halt.

“Monarch dear, are you descent~” Ah, it was your favorite voice in all of hell~ you run to the door with a skip in each step like a puppy listening for dangling keys outside the front door.

“Never~”

“Are you dressed?”

“Yes!”

“There’s the answer we’re looking for,” You welcome him inside with a pleasant “come in” and Vox follows as such. You maintain a safe distance and subtly restrain yourself by clasping your hands behind your back but you weren’t going to deny, days like today the tightrope beneath your feet of professionalism and your heartache was especially loose. You’re certain the love you felt for the man who saved your spirit was last year's news to everyone in the building, actually your “inappropriate devotion” has been the source of countless catfights among your bandmates.

“Monarch love! Horrific morning isn’t it~” You could listen to him talk all day, and when he approaches you and clasps a hand over your cheek leaning into the touch feels like second nature.

“Every day in the studio is a horrific morning, but I know that’s not what you came to talk to lil’ ol me about, isn’t it?”

“Why, you hurt me! Can’t I just start my morning visiting a beautiful painted lady?” You blink in a moment of silence until he finishes. True you loved soaking in his flattery, but not in feigned procrastination. “Valentino and I spoke this morning, or rather he threw a tantrum because I didn’t tell him I put Pomp and Circumstance on your schedule today..” 

Aaand there it is, of course you get to not only work with STI Patient-0, but he was already off to a shit mood to start the day. If the scales of fortune decide to tip your way at all during today you hope this tips in your favor, given the… technique you developed to avoid interacting with him as much as possible.

When you lift your head to meet your reflection, you have to tilt your head a bit higher than you remembered last, and your arms were now coiled around his waist. Oh, it seems matter won over mind again. The hand that once danced feathers over your cheek now caress massages in your scalp. Scandalous, sure. But there was nothing wrong with comforting a friend after a rough morning, right?

“Come, everyone else is already in the studio. Sorry I couldn’t start your day with anything pleasant, I hate being the reason you have a frown. So,” Your vision cuts into frames of bright white and a following zap, once, then twice again. In what feels like an instant Vox disappears and reappears within the electricity, but the second time he holds a brown fast food bag and a bright green M.

“OH MY GOD I LOVE MAMMONALDS! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU!!!” Stars of reflected light build in your eyes when you saw the bag. Reading the receipt taped to the front you can already tell the breakfast order is your favorite even down to your specific requests that made the receipt  go down past the bag but you knew the employees wouldn’t even dare try and get Vox’s order wrong. 

“Take a minute to eat and come to the studio, I didn’t get you a drink because I knew you were going to get coffee so I’ll get you a milkshake after choreography, kay?” You nod your head while already pulling out your side of hashbrowns and chowing down like a hamster nibbling a sunflower seed.

It was a sight so cute Vox wanted nothing but to squeeze you so tight your eyes pop out of your skull.

But there was no time to waste. Vox vanishes with a flicker of the lights and bolts yet again, and you take a couple last chews before you’re sure hes gone.

Standing up you make way to the connected bathroom to your dressing room and open the toilet seat. Immediately you shove two fingers into your throat and probe the back until it triggers your gag reflex enough to regurgitate every last bite you took. The slime of cheap grease and burn of overused salt always made you restrain a gag without fail anytime fast food was given to you, but god Vox just would not stop ordering that shit for you. Perhaps there was a chance you sold your “love” for Mammonalds a little too hard the first handful of times he’d gifted it to you; actually, you probably wouldn’t be in this situation at all if you just refused his offer to hand feed you a fry earlier on in your contract, and by all means you wanted to, but your body’s impulse had won that that day.

Tossing out the remaining food out of the bathroom window to the dumpster in the alley below you and flushing and cleaning any remnants of bile, you give yourself one last tidy up and make way to the next place you’re needed: the dance studio.

By some unholy miracle when you stepped out of the elevator, you weren’t met with condensed red smoke to the ceiling and a moth throwing a drink at your head. Drink or a bullet, whichever he thought would please him more.

“Fucking christ all mighty, the “Princess of the Hour!” finally arrives.” As expected, everyone had already gathered long before you while you were caught up with Velvette and Vox, the first one to greet you being the same moody green bunny from earlier, rolling her eyes and doing little jazz hands mid sentence to hammer in her sarcasm.

“Good morning to you too, Tea!! I’m glad you’re feeling well~” You made a decision to go on the dismissive today, Tea in particular always seemed to be in sour moods when it came to you being as chummy as you were with the Vees for a mere contracted soul. At the end of the day you couldn’t give less a shit about that twats petty jealousy issues if she only had the decency to keep it to damn self instead of making it your problem, and your problem at work nonetheless.

“Oh shut the fuck up Tea we aren’t in the mood for this today,” The lanky azure colored salamander man gently flicked Tea on the back of the head with a roll of the eyes and a vertical reptile blink. Out of all the members of your little group, Sirius was the closest thing you had to a voice of reason and it made him the most tolerable out of the bunch. In the corner too engrossed in their own conversations to even pay mind to any of you were two harpy girls, sisters actually. Black Marlia on the left and White Russian on the right, both of them added a much needed flare to your concerts and were the only two who could go airborne long enough to perform choreography above the stage, you liked to think they were valuable assets even if you could count the amount of times either has spoken to you on one hand.

“I hear we have to deal with Valentino’s bullshit today…” Sirius attempts to continue the conversation as the five of you start properly getting into position for when said moth comes in, it would look as if you’d all been wagging your tails for his arrival this whole time.

“You are the third to remind me of his existence today, if that number goes up I might have to fly away and leave you hanging~”

“Oh and here I thought you’d be ecstatic to be commanded by one of your masters for the better part of today.”

“Not the one who immediately calculated my ass and chest size in his head as an introduction.”

“Was he right though-”

“EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW!” And just like that, any hope of this being a well off- or even standard Valentino work day just died on arrival. You all do exactly what he says and don’t utter a peep until he says bark. Throughout the early hours of the rehearsal, it was evident that he wanted to be here the least out of any of you which was something that as much as he made your skin crawl, you had to respect. No one likes work already but you could understand how the brand you had was so softcore in comparison to what he was used to, the whole choreograph just looked like a bunch of pillows flopping around on stage to him.

Your understanding should not be confused with sympathy however, simply put knowing how your bosses think is rule #1 when it comes to maintaining a proper work/life balance, and in this case it would be minimizing the amount of halts and rechoreographing out of nitpicks. So, while your brand was one that strayed away from deviance and sex to keep the illusion of ownership, being a bit more risqué than your typical sets here and there wasn’t a crime and would give Val more to look at even if only teasingly.

“No! No! NO THIS IS ALL FUCKING WRONG!!” Yeah who the fuck were you kidding, if you all weren’t having an orgy this jack off was never going to be pleased.

“Did you all learn how to dance in a fucking church?! Are you all such angel cunt lickers that you can’t handle presenting any TNA is that it?!”

Yeah… This was going to be a long work day…

TAGLIST﹕@hurtworld401 @feral-ratatattat-king

[multiverse-peterbparker]

Okay! Let's do thine oooone more time! I know I've already said that, but there's some updates to be done!

The name is Peter Benjamin Parker and I'm 17 years old, soon to be 18! For almost four years I have been my universe's one and only Spider-Man! Uh, some things went down that you've probably heard about by now. Kinda screwed up the multiverse, my Tony Stark and Aunt May died, aaaand my friends all forgot me, but hey! It's okay, y'know? I'm working things out!

Through the mistakes I've learned and grown. I have an adoptive mother (@sienna-maximoff) and some new friends who are absolutely great as well as some new mentors! I'm kinda loving the multiverse! It's brought me to so many new people and friends!

Yeah, my universe is pretty much a mess, but I'm working at fixing it. Maybe I'll get there! Who knows. For now, though, I'm having a blast traversing the multiverse!

Relationships:

Boyfriend— @totally-not-green-goblin (Harry!)

Adoptive Mother(s)— @sienna-maximoff (Sienna Maximoff)

Adoptive Father(s): @we-love-redwing (Sam!)

Really cool people I consider family! — @official-buckybarnes (Bucky!)

A/N: Here are my interaction rules.

Flirting and such are allowed, just no NSFW please (Creator is taken irl)

DM interactions and questions are allowed!

No Starker.

If you want to do smth specific like have my Peter Parker have a backstory with an oc, just dm me! I'm sure it'll be fine, I just need to know lol

And Info about me! My name is Casey, my pronouns are they/them! I write fics and post them on @irondadspiderson4evr and I love Marvel, MC, and such. You can also find my other blogs on this account!

[bookie-bookdust]

WIP Tag Game

Awwwwwww ajgilejflerhgera thanks for the tag @anomalyaly 🥰😭

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

I'm working on a million things right now (the brain rot wants what it wants). This is from Chapter 15 of SSFS which is making me rip my hair out. For context, MC is drunk if you couldn't guess.

“I’m sorry,” I said, sniffling. “I’m so sorry.” I plopped down into the snow, and it soaked through my trousers. It wasn’t feeling refreshing anymore. I just felt….fucking cold. “Why are you sorry?” I screwed my lips into a frown. “I deserve whatever is coming for me.” His hand appeared in my face to help me up, and I high-fived it. “I like you. I really really like you and I can’t stop thinking about you and your mouth and that tiny slutty little vest you’re wearing right now…” “I’m wearing what?” “And I just like you so so much. More than that. I lov—hiccup—I—” My gaze snagged on something in the trees, a green spell flashing in the night. “What’s that?” I stumbled to my feet. “Hopefully some idiot dying,” he said. He snapped his fingers, and I looked back toward him. “You were in the middle of an apology. And weeping about me being slutty.” “You’re what?” I asked, distracted, but this time a red spell outlined the trees. That was a fight. I surged toward it. “Merlin, please,” he grumbled, chasing after me.

Aaaand then everything goes to shit for them lol

NP Tags!: @toonedupfiction @deadeyedoodles @totomoowrites @zetadraconis11 @galaxiasgreen Mostly everyone I know on HL tumblr (not many yet) I believe have already been tagged in this. So anyone I missed or just randomly sees this and wants to participate is welcome to post!!!!

[accidental-spice]

This is my contribution to Chenford Week 2024, for the prompts show (don't tell) and break ups and make ups

The short explanation is, this is my imagining of how they get back together, sans dialogue, to fit the prompt

And yes, they're at a wedding again

Long explanation under the cut:

In my imagination, I like to think that like, late season 7, they get trapped together in a situation where they think there's no way out, they're gonna die, and they have a "screw it, we're about to die" moment/ kiss... aaaand then they get saved. So this is my interpretation of them talking it out later, and then getting back together!

If you're curious whose wedding this is, it's my crackship involving Talia

And if you're wondering who says "Don't just stand there! Kiss her!!", ... let's say that's up to interpretation, feel free to say who you think would say that in the tags!!

[lonksadventures]

Screw it im remaking my intro post

Hiya! I’m Lonk!! I’m a multifandom artist studying game art at uni. I especially love drawing elves and fanart for Zelda, Sky cotl and The Elder Scrolls :D

As of right now I identify as ✨aroace✨ and go by they/she pronouns but anything works lol

My main fandoms/interests are Zelda, The Elder Scrolls, Sky cotl, Starwars, Dungeons and Dragons, Dungeon Meshi and anything else my goblin brain latches onto >:]

As a heads up for anyone new to my art, I do experiment with body horror and gore sometimes and swear a lot so if you are uncomfortable with that then I recommend not following me 💖. I’ll try put trigger warnings if needed but don’t worry I probably won’t be drawing anything to nsfw or 18+

Aaaand finally if you want to submit an ask please keep in mind that if I do respond to it it’ll be public. And to all the lovely people asking me stuff in Spanish I am very sorry but I only speak English <3.

Current aus: Crimson Storm - Sky cotl au

Current project: Thimbleweed comics

[maytheratseatureyes]

Fanart of @yondamoegi 's cute lil guy, Meese!

Aaaand a version where I screwed up the proportions, and he ended up looking like demonic Mickey Mouse 😅

[ggidolsmuts]

Repurpose, Refill, Refractory Period - Oh My Girl Yooa

"Oppa look!" Yooa blows on the opening of the glass Coke bottle, and it makes a melodic sound.

"Neat," you respond, paying more attention to your food than Yooa.

"Will you make that sound if I blow you?" You choke and drop your fork with a clatter.

"Y-Yooa!" You note the blush on her cheeks. "Are you drunk? Isn't that just coke?"

"Hehe, I had the server spice it up with some rum.  I'm just a little, little... tipsy."

"What the hell Yooa, you still have your afternoon shoot."

"Maaaan screw the shoot, why couldn't we just come here alone? Let's just go back to the room, hmm? I'm going to ride you all the way back to Korea." Yooa gets louder as she speaks, and you quickly hush her.

"Sorry sorry, she's had a little too much," you apologize profusely and put a hat on her, to knowing smiles from the older couples around. "Yah, what if someone recognizes you!"

"We're in Spain, no one recognizes me here," she throws her arms around your neck, as if to pull you in for a kiss. "Come here, let me get in your lap, no one will notice!"

You hurriedly turn your back to her, and you grab her legs to pick her up for a piggyback ride.

"Aaaand we're going back to the room, come on, let's go." You give the server a signal to put the bill on your room tab and hustle to get Yooa back. You ignore the stares in the lobby and manage to make your way back to her room.

"Key Yooa."

"No! Let's go to your room!"

"Key Yooa!"

"It's in my top~" she teases.

"Yooa!" Down the hall the elevator dings, and she sighs.

"Fine." She almost chokes you as she grabs your neck, leaning back to fish out the room key. You get in the room before anyone sees tipsy Yooa, complete with bottle. As you sit her down on the bed she puts her weight into leaning back and pulls you down on top of her with a thump. She clings on to you from behind, whispering in your ear. 

"I'm really not drunk at all you know. That drink? It was just coke."

"What?" Her lips brush the side of your neck, and you manage to break out of her hold and turn around to face her.

"I just wanted you in my room, you wouldn't come up if I just asked you to." Yooa pouts.

"Well you have me here, what now, my cherry actress?"

"Lie down." You do as Yooa says. She swings her legs over you, and you wince as she nips at your neck, leaving a mark.

"Someone's needy."

"Had I known we would be so busy I'd have just sat on your cock the entire flight over." She's already slithering down your body, and your shorts and boxers fly off in short order. You rest on your elbows and watch as Yooa puckers her lips and... blows.

"Huuuu..." She looks up expectantly at you.

"What?" She grabs the coke bottle and blows over the rim of it, and it produces a whistle sound. She blows your tip again.

"Ohhhh..." you fake a moan, trying to reach the tone of the whistle.

"Good boy." She forces a deep and very real moan from you as she chokes herself on your shaft. You throw your head back and look at the ceiling as you listen to Yooa sloppily drench your shaft in spit. Before you're throbbing too hard though she stops with a pop and stands up. She quickly unbuttons her denim skirt and flings it off, her fingers already working her panties down her long legs. "Fuck I need you in me," she whispers as she clambers on top of you, and without another word you both moan as you fill her for the first time since you touched down in Spain. Her hands run up your body, and they find yours, pinning you against the bed as she rides you vigorously.

"Yes, yes yes oh god!" Yooa really needed this, and she freezes in place on top of you in quick climax. She's not done though, and eventually she restarts the riding motion, returning to her grind. She's even tighter now, and you have to grunt to her as she continues feasting on your neck.

"Gonna cum Yooa!"

"Do it, fill me up." Your legs tremble and your glutes tighten as you launch your load into her, and she groans in satisfaction as your seed covers her walls. You try to sit up and kiss her, but a hand on your chest holds you back.

"Stay down, wait." Like a obedient puppy you wait as Yooa looks around and finds what she's looking for—the glass bottle, forgotten on the bedside table. She sucks it, taking the neck of the bottle into her mouth best she can, not unlike she took your cock... And then she lifts off you and pushes it against her pussy, also not unlike how she usually teases you.

"Y-Yooa!"

"Let's not waste your cum..." Your load oozes out of her and gathers at the bottle entrance, and when a large enough amount is collected, gravity forces it down, slowly sliding down the surface. "Imagine your cum going down like that inside of me," Yooa whispers to herself, and she whines as she pushes the flared opening of the bottle past her pussy lips.

"Cum in the bottle," you suggest to her, entranced as you watch her fuck the bottle deeper into herself, her slick coating the outside of it. Yooa heeds your dirty words and sits up, allowing her other hand to rub her clit. She shoves the bottle in and out slowly, but her other hand is swift, rubbing her clit rapidly as she rises to another orgasm. Her head jerks and she whines a little, and you watch a clear stream of her juice flow into the bottle, washing your cum down with it.

"That was good... And good, you're ready again!" Yooa pulls the bottle out of her, and she licks the rim of the bottle before tipping it down her throat, cum and juice and all. Between her own bottle-fucking and cum-drinking you're hard again, and a cumdrunk Yooa climbs on top of you again. "I need a refill."

"Yooa wait!" Your hands shoot to her hips to steady her, and she takes advantage of it to sink herself on to you again, falling against your chest in pleasure.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Just feel like, mmm!" Yooa starts grinding on you, wriggling herself over your cock. "Just feel like going a little wild, maybe it's the air here, now fuck me!" Your hands roam down her sides and settle on her pert ass, and Yooa coos as you squeeze her ass, and she starts humping you, her intent clear. You help her along, squeezing her ass and lifting it up and down on your shaft. You prop your legs up, and it gives you leverage to thrust up as you slam her down.

"Yes, I'm gonna cum on your cock again!" She buries her neck in your shoulder and cries into it, shivering in orgasm. She groans as you pump her through it, your hips colliding faster and faster as you seek your own release.

"Damn Yooa!" You press her lithe body flush against yours, a hand on her head and one on her ass in an intimate hug as you refill her womb with seed. Yooa bites into your shoulder just to prevent herself from outright screaming her pleasure. The two of you pant into each others ears as the short intense session comes to an end.

"Fuck me," she sighs.

"I just did, you need to give me some time woman, I'm tapped out." She chuckles, kissing up your neck to peck your lips. Yooa once again reaches for the bottle, and the two of you watch as she places the bottle at her now reddish lips. Your cum comes spilling out once more, and Yooa presses on her on abdomen just to extract a bit more of your cum from her body. She removes the bottle and shakes the lewd concoction in front of you before tossing it back. A peek at your own still soft cock indicates that you are indeed tapped out.

"Hmph, tomorrow then." The two of you go to the bathroom to clean up, and Yooa washes the bottle clean.

"I'm saving this for— Ahh!" Multiple loud bangs on her door make her drop it, and it breaks into several large pieces in the sink.

"Yooa? Yooa are you there?" She pushes you into the bathtub and draws the curtain as her room door opens. You hear Yooa dash out to meet her manager halfway.

"Yes manager unnie, I was in the toilet!"

"It's almost time for the afternoon filming, are you ready yet?"

"Soon, I'm just taking a shower."

"Okay, I'll wait here."

"No! I mean no, you should get a drink unnie! Have you tried the coke here yet? It tastes really good, they use a different sugar I think, can you get me one too?"

"What?"

"Please, please?"

"Fine okay, hurry up and get ready!"

"You're the best!" You can hear the eyesmile in her voice as the door closes again. Yooa returns to you and pulls open the curtain. "That was too close."

"Yeah, I'll go now, I gotta prepare for the filming too." You peck Yooa as she pouts for a kiss. "Let housekeeping handle the shards okay? Don't do it yourself."

"You're too sweet, I'll see you in a bit!"

A while later you're on set with the rest of the staff, one of many people filming Yooa as she dashes and walks and poses through the streets of Spain. She fires you a few winks and blows you a kiss, but you don't react and pretend she's doing it for the camera. As you are packing up the equipment Yooa sends you a photo—it is of her drinking another bottle of coke.

*It was really sweet!*

*I hope you're ready tonight, I'll need to wash it down with something salty*

A/N: Random kinda quickie after seeing those pics! The blush on her face is really hot to me for some reason, so I wrote this. Difficult figuring out just how dirty I wanted it to get lol, settled for this. Thanks for reading!

[akarisandraws]

What's your big opinion on every Sonic character don't skip any detail

Dude, do you know how many sonic characters are there?

Like a lot. So im gonna keep it on the main ones LOLL

Maybe i'll add to this tho. We'll see.

HERE WE GO!!

Sonic: He's my favourite character of all times! Such a funky fella. I love his way of thinking, (as in everyone deserves second chances and freedom is important) and of acting, with the whole attitude. He gives me a sense of freedom that i haven't felt from any other media at all! Its quite impressive honestly. I could write pages upon pages on how Sonic as a character is like the peak of literature in my eyes, but this post would get way too long. In summary tho, i like almost every aspect of Sonic the Character.

Tails: The baby! I also really love tails! I think his role as a sideckick is very endearing, and is a great balance to sonic in all possible ways. One problem with modern Tails, though. He's portrayed as a coward. And like??? That's not who he is?? Like C'mon sega.

Knuckles: He don't chuckle!! Final part of team Sonic, and Sonic's first rival! I really like the knucklehead. But as is the norm, Sega screwed him up badly on Boom. I despise that they're supposed to be the same Knuckles. Because they're not. I like Boom Knuckles, as his own character, but granted, Boom is an acquired taste.

Amy: Honorary part of team sonic! I love her! Mostly on the IDW Comics. I think they handle her excellently in there. I know that Amy is a hated character by the fanbase because most say that her only purpose is to be the "girl character love interest" and i can agree up to some point in some games, but in IDW she's sooo much better. We stan IDW Sonic.

Shadow: Yet another case of Sega making character assassination. Shadow's like, one of the most complex sonic characters there are, If not THE most complex one. And i love that! Though im very sad that Sega hasn't been able to replicate that SA2 Magic quite as well. Will SonicXShadow (heh) give him justice? Stay tuned.

Rouge: MY GIRL!! Ok so controversial opinion, Rouge's my second favourite sonic character, just because i think its hilarious that she (once) was the leader of team Dark. So She commanded a killing machine and An alien experiment. What a girlboss! 10/10 Character.

Omega: Gotta be honest, not much of an omega fan. But i really like his dynamic w/Rouge and Shadow. It's pretty sweet that they become friens :)

Cream: The other baby! I think she's the sweetest character. Like fr. I really want to see her more often on the games! Though i get why in recent games she hasn't appeared. Suddenly the adventures got way too serious. Still want her back in the games though!

Blaze: Fire princess! I fr am so salty that she isn't as much in the games. Like, what gives? She's such a successful character (With good reason btw) and you arent like, putting her in the stage?? outrageous. But yeah, i really Like Blaze. Her contrast and similarities with sonic are great! They make a great duo too.

Silver: The sweetest most unhinged boi in the sonic canon. I find it very funny that in his first appearance he was all angsty and stuff, but now he's full on optimism and sunshine. I love the juxtaposition on that behalf. Boi is cute but he can mess you up.

The Chaotix: Oh i love the found family trope. Espio's my fave for sure. He's the funny ninja, what else do you want? Though Vector and Charmy are great too. Vector has such a cool ass dad vibe. And Charmy... is Charmy. if yk yk.

AAAAND I think i'll leave it there. Should i include someone else? lmk.

Thanks for the ask!

-Akari

[rayofmisfortune]

WOOOO A DP WIP THAT I MAY OR MAY NOT FINISH BUT DON'T WANT IT TO ROT IN MY NOTES APP AND WILL PROBABLY REGRET POSTING LATER!

Idk where to go with it atp so uhhh... yea lol. I love fics where Danny gets stuck as Phanton so- that's what this was supposed to be. May end up rewriting it completely at some point but I just don't want it to rot and catch dust like all my other fic wips hehe.

This was my first time ever writing any of the dp characters so they may be ooc?

Cw for panic, dissection talk (it's the Fentons, come on), dehumanization (unsure if that applies but, just in case)

This was bad. This was really, really bad.

Danny was hiding out in an inconspicuous alleyway. A... hopefully enough out of the way alleyway that certain ghost hunters, aka his parents, wouldn't find him in in the matter of a few minutes.

Considering his streak of luck this day, his hopes of having more than a few minutes of respite were close to zilch.

They shot him! And now he's stuck as Phantom. He can't turn back and they're after him and he can't escape can't hide can't do anything-

The Fentons have been chasing after Danny almost the whole night. Always hot on his tail, no matter where the half-ghost went. Unable to turn back to his flashy sleep deprived teenager self. His parents had proudly showcased their upgraded ghost tracking technology that morning. The excuses he had to make to them when the Specter Tracker snapped in his direction the moment his Mom turned it on were... awkward at best, unbelievable at worst.

'Must be the ectocontamination messing with the, the um… tracker!' Ignore the fact that if that were the case it would also hone in on you, please please please

'Fenton Specter Tracker, Danny-o!'

'... with the Fenton Specter Tracker.' Aaaand totally not because I'm the thing you're tracking down ahah. That would be crazy, right?

That was this morning. (Or was it yesterday morning now?) This was now.

And right now?

He's stuck in ghost mode. After being shot by his parents! His bad luck probably started right that very morning (yesterday morning?), not just with the Specter Tracker fiasco, but with the fact his parents didn't bother to share a very important tidbit of information! They managed to upgrade the Ecto-Stoppo-Power-Erfier (TM pending). The one he was shot by that one time in the lab? Yeah, that very one. It's pocket size now!

... if the pockets could fit a microwave... NOT IMPORTANT!

Danny had been out on patrol, because of course he had to go on patrol before an important English test that could shift his final grade from an F to a D. Not that he could've known this would happen, but he should've at least had enough common sense to figure something may screw up his already fucked up sleep schedule.

And of course he had to leave his phone at home. So he can't contact Tucker, Sam or Jazz to help him out of this honestly sad situation.

Calling this sad is an understatement. Terrible, horrifying, nightmare come to life would be more accurate if Danny's being honest with himself.

Yeah, sure, he could prooobably risk it and fly all the way home from the other side of Amity Park, crash land into Jazz's room, give her a heart attack and hope she maybe had some ideas as to how to get him back to (his usual) normal.

One itty bitty problem with that one. Danny's pretty sure the tracker his parents made is honed in on his specific ecto signature, so the second he moves, they're on their way. Fenton Blasters loaded and at the ready. Also, the whole thing with his powers slowly stopping to work? Yeah, that as well.

Fun, so much fun. This was definitely how he wanted to spend his evening/night/early morning, when he should be catching up on his sleep debt. Sarcasm by the way, if it wasn't obvious enough.

The roar of an engine snaps Danny out of his swirling thoughts. The roar of a <em>very</em> familiar engine.

The GAV.

He's out of time.

Danny scrambles back up to his feet from where he was leaning against a dumpster. Yuck. The half-ghost shudders at the prospect of being found so soon after escaping within an inch of his not-life.

He pressed his back against the alley's wall, his core hammering away in his chest, and willed himself with everything he had to go intangible before it's too late. The all too familiar sensation crawls through his body, slower than usually, but he's phased through the wall just in time before the GAV screeches to a stop at the entrance to the alley.

Danny stays invisible and intangible, all the while his parents' feet landed on the pavement of the night streets. He listens with bated breath (he doesn't need to breathe) as Fenton Blasters are loaded, safety off, ready to shoot anything that moves. The Fentons slowly creep into the alley Danny had just been in. He can't see them, hidden in the wall as he is, but he can just about picture Mom making silent gestures to his Dad.

But of course, his Dad was never one to stay silent. "I can't wait to rip that ghost fiend apart molecule by molecule, Maddie!"

A soft sigh from his Mom, too close to the wall, too close too close. He's done for. They'll get him. "Honey, we have to run experiments on it before we do that."

"Oh, right." The sound of his Dad clearing his throat. "I can't wait to run experiments on the ghost fiend and rip it apart molecule by molecule once we're done, Maddie!" Then, more silently. "Was that better?"

His Mom chuckled warmly. "Yes, Jack." Too close too close too close

[zahri-melitor]

Actually I want to wank this a bit:

Pre-Crisis: probably a tie, maybe win to Bruce

Arthur: Arthur Jr, maybe Garth (2)

Clark: nobody (0)

Bruce: Jason, maybe Dick (2)

Post-Crisis: probable win for Bruce in that Bruce is the only one who’ll admit to 5, but I’d judge them as a tie and if you want to play ‘clones made from half your dna are inherently kids’ you can get to 6 and give Arthur and Clark the win

Arthur: Arthur Jr, Koryak, maybe Garth, maybe AJ (4)

Clark: Chris, include Kon if you really want to get into clone politics (1)

Bruce: Dick, Cass, Jason, Tim, Damian (5)

N52: resounding win for Bruce here

Arthur: what’s a kid? (Fine, Garth shows up 6 minutes before midnight for the lead into Titans Hunt. I’m not counting it) (0)

Clark: Jon Lane Kent. Maybe this version of Kon counts? Who knows. (1)

Bruce: wildly Dick, Tim and Damian definitely count here, screw you Lobdell, Tim’s in the portrait in Batman. Jason probably counts. (4)

Rebirth: still runaway for Bruce

Arthur: aaaand we’re back to maybe Garth (1)

Clark: Jon Samuel Kent. Very much not Kon, he places himself as a brother from arrival (1)

Bruce: Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Duke, temporarily (5)

Infinite Frontier: oh now we get to have fun. It’s Arthur and Clark or at best a tie

Arthur: Arthur Jr, Andy, maybe Garth. (3)

Clark: Jon Samuel, Otho-Ra, Osul-Ra (3)

Bruce: Dick, Cass, Jason, Tim, Damian (5) Duke’s once again not counted, Helena W is…dubious though kinda in continuity

Cmon DC, recanonise Koryak and/or New Earth Chris and make Infinite Frontier an unassailable victory for Arthur and Clark!

(In who I consider in my own set up for who exists across multiple continuities, Arthur and Clark definitely win)

[nitewrighter]

If you could have a reboot of the Teen Titans made who'd you pick out and put into their new roster? And which Robin will be the team's robin?

I mean like, if I was going to reboot the Teen Titans I'd just keep their 03 Roster and add Donna, but if I was going to put together my own team...

ALEEA STRANGE. I WANT ALEEA STRANGE ON THE TEAM. She's kind of been repeatedly crammed into a 'kid' role for the sake of Adam Strange angst, so I'm actually really interested in seeing what would happen if DC actually developed her as a teen and as her own character, and put her on a team. She's even more of a "person of two worlds" than her father, and also it would be cool to have a Teen Scientist Adventurer with a ray gun and a jet pack.

Oh jeez beyond that it's kind of hard to figure it out because DC gets so wacky and nebulous with its generations and ages, so I might be screwing myself right off the bat by insisting on Aleea, but screw it. This may also sound like blasphemy, but I don't think a Teen Titans team necessarily has to have a Robin. I think I've already wonked up the generations by insisting on Aleea, so I guess uhhhh Carrie Kelly. Actually that could be really interesting. Okay, our Robin is Carrie Kelly.

Okay, so we have our Robin--our all-rounder who has to learn to be a leader, we have an agile flying ranged attacker who can also double as a techie. We need a bruiser. I think because we have Aleea on the team, our bruiser should be Thanagarian. We can just make a guy up for that. They just made Raven up specifically for TT, so we can make up a guy. Nite's Broody Thanagarian Goth Jock OC. The team's ~bad boy.~

Team's looking a little angsty so we need someone to lighten things up but is still versatile... Tai Pham from that oneshot? Baby Green Lantern. Earnest! Hopeful!

Okay so we got uhhhh

Carrie Kelly

Aleeah Strange

My Thanagarian Bad Boy Jock Goth OC

Tai Pham

aaaand one more. Uhhhhhhhh... Team's looking very space-y so we should bring it down to earth and also maybe have a more magically inclined character? Oh--OHHHHH Lucius Reynolds! That way we also have a former Doom Patrol member on the team. Yaaaay!

Anyway, hire me, DC, so I can bring my team of Deep-Cuts and a guy I just made up to life with one of your most beloved IP's.

[aro-geo-turtle]

OH MY GOD I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS DROPPING TODAY I THOUGHT IT WASNT COMING FOR ANOTHER WEEK AT LEAST

SCREW YOU SLEEP SCHEDULE ITS MALEVOLENT PART 41 TIME

Omg I’m so scared I’m so fucking scared

Arthur screaming at Kayne, what a beginning

Divorce time hehehe…ow

John baby 😭😭😭😭 all is forgiven on my front!!! I love you! Ahhhhhhh I think he’s finally airing out a bunch of stuff that’s been building up inside for a while. Owwwww

I wonder if projecting again is going to be as easy as they’re assuming it’s going to be. It was kinda a heat of battle thing. Either way, the physical toll on Arthur is a good cost to balance it out story wise

This is why John and Arthur work so well together, they fight but in the process they get all their feelings out there and communicated. They don’t let secrets and resentments fester without confronting them

And then they pack their shit up and work together, even when still angry. John’s voice when he tells Arthur that it’s ok 😭 because describing surroundings, looking for shelter and directing Arthur on how to get there is familiar territory, he knows how to do that and do it well so it’s all going to be ok now 😭

Jfbdjdb Arthur reaching for a light switch. Yeah this is going to take some adjustment

Aaaaand a monster already, yay! …wait a second. Jfbjdbdbfbdbdbb omg. An owl!! It’s the bathroom mirror all over again

John is finally able to openly talk about his time in the dark world 🥺

But also Arthur telling him he gets its a hard topic and he doesn’t have to when he’s not ready 🥺 and what we were all thinking, that he would have forgiven John for the deal

PET OWL PET OWL. Come on they deserve it! And I did not expect Arthur to be a huge owl nerd lol that’s so unexpected and wonderful

Welcome Alexander the Owl to the party! I’m so happy about this.

Spooky claustrophobic crack already, huh? Wonderful. S4 was a reprieve from the caves and it couldn’t possibly last any longer. And of course it looks like a mouth. Why not.

Ok writing down this broach description cause it’ll probably be important or metaphorical later: two gazelles, the baby escapes while the parent is eaten by a lion, angry snake in a tree in the background. Weird. A snake in a tree immediately makes me think garden of eden symbolism…

Please don’t enter the spooky crack guys.

No you’re going to fall off the ladder you guys fall down every hole and break every staircase/ladder you go on yep yep that’s exactly what I meant.

Omg letters. They’re going to find Oscar’s letter oh gosh I’m going to cry noooo Oscar’s letter was ruined????

They didn’t lose the gun for once??? Damn. And this is going to be far more advanced weapons tech than this era, this could be super helpful!

Wait Oscar’s letter??? It’s ok??? And they remember him???

Into the crack we go! Damn they’re both getting poetic now

These two spend far too much time in caves for a claustrophobe and a nyctophobe

Flesh! Wonderful! Is this thing actually a mouth?!??

Mmmmmmm ahhhhh what is happening????? This is very freaky! Oh no oh no was that an egg sac???? Ahhhh nope nope nope nope the sounds are not making this better! My only consolation is that it isn’t spiders, I was very scared about that for a sec!

Two paths is diverge in a yellow wood evil flesh cave…

John does seem to have gotten a lot better about his fear of the dark, I guess he’s just had to deal with it enough and been in enough situations where the darkness is actually helpful to get better.

Trapped in a cave with skeletons. Oh not only that, it’s a dungeon! Oh! Oh no! Can we help this guy???

Aaaand that’s where we leave off. Oof. Imma need to process this one. If I can stop laughing about Arthur being an owl nerd lol

[tapwater118]

is firepin: coinpin or leafpin.

im assuming it's coinpin but i need Divine Confirmation from the Word of God [tapwater118]

firepin is… well now, i was just thinking of this and it slipped my mind. lemme go check my files…

ok… bfdi ship drawer… “firey x pin” should be between “firey x pillow” and “firey x price tag”…

aaaand it’s not there.

*sound of agitated footsteps*

*sound of door swinging open*

lemonade, have you seen my firepin file?

*sound of secretary obliviously typing*

lemonade!!!

Oh my lemons, no need to startle me! What is it now?

have you seen my firepin file?

Not that I can remember, Miss Tap. Have you checked the returns bin?

oh, no. no i hadn’t. thank you again.

apologies about her, she can get a bit into her work.

of course, why hadn’t i thought of it? with the amount of Coinpin-Leafpin categorization we’ve had to do lately, we’ve started outsourcing it to other firms. ah, here’s the returns bin

*sound of ruffling through papers*

aha! here it is!

now i can definitively say that firepin is-!

a coffee stain. great.

you know what, screw it.

*sound of pulling out a miniature coiny*

*sound of flipping said miniature coiny through the air*

*sound of said miniature coiny landing ass-up*

there. it’s leafpin. take it or leave it.