#also if there ever was a spin off in an alternate universe it needs to star kourtney and be written by nneka gerstle

[youarentamaybeyoureayes]

fingers crossed they get to release the bloopers soon but in terms of deleted or extended scenes, i remember tim saying something in an interview about how with the strike going on, that may be considered breaking the rules. i really do hope that we get a dvd release one day with all of the cut scenes because i have more hope for that coming through than a spin-off.

[uptoolateart]

Here's a whole bunch of initial thoughts I have after watching the London Special.

Time Travel

Speaking as someone who writes way too many stories involving time travel...there were a lot of holes in this special. Also, I appreciate that it's been 15 months since the S5 finale aired, and they probably wanted to remind us (and especially children) of the key moments...but some scene repetition felt like it was just there to pad out the episode length. But I'm gonna shrug all that off because of everything else this special did.

Lies, Lies and More Lies

I've not been quiet about how angry I was over Ladybug lying to Adrien and keeping vital secrets, in that S5 finale. I'm so glad to see that this special addressed that stuff. By the end, we see that both heroes are keeping secrets. Cat's identity has become more pertinent than never, and she has no idea.

Going Too Far

In their final conversation, Ladybug told Cat she worried she might have gone 'too far' this time. Throughout S5, we were repeatedly told no one has ever been able to handle unifying the miraculous like Marinette can. We also watched her change dramatically over that season. By the S5 finale, I felt like she'd become overpowered. In this special, I think she acknowledged that. Maybe she handed out the other miraculous because she realised she was in danger of becoming another Gabriel, e.g. making decisions about what's right for Adrien, etc.

Did She Make the Right Decision?

With no one else to turn to, Marinette asks Plagg and Tikki if she made the right decision. They don't tell her she's wrong, but they also seem very undecided. She also asks Bunnyx, who tells her that both paths - telling or not telling Adrien the truth - will lead to both happy and sad moments. This warns us that hard times are on their way. She wants to 'protect Adrien', but she can't. She can't keep him from pain. seems to suggest that Marinette's choice to keep the truth from him is going to lead to some hard times.

Kagami

Kagami intimated that she disagreed with Marinette's decision. When she comforted Adrien in the white room and told Bug Noire to go...that really hit me. There is so much going on there. Transformed, Marinette can't comfort Adrien. In fact, she's just hurt him, and Kagami is the only one in that scene able to help him pick up the pieces. Not just that, but Kagami can relate. Remember her name means 'mirror'. She's now in the position Adrien could be in, if he knew the truth. She's the one trying to come to terms with the truth about her parent. She's the one dealing with the knowledge that she's a sentibeing. She is an example of Adrien's alternate path. When she tells Bug Noire that she's letting her love for Adrien blind her...Kagami is speaking personally - as someone who can put herself in Adrien's shoes in a way Marinette just can't.

If I Could Turn Back Time

When Chrono Bug got that black cat calendar as a lucky charm, she must have known it meant Cat Noir was somehow the solution. But she ignored it. I think her emotions regarding Adrien blinded her from understanding what the universe was trying to tell her.

She and Bunnyx spent much of the episode trying to determine the crucial moment when things started spinning out of control - the moment they needed to change. Marinette focused on the revelation of her identity, which I'm sure was vital. BUT...the elephant in the room was the moment she chose to lie to Adrien. Standing in that time burrow, she had a chance to change the story she told him and undo everything that's on its way. Surely that cat calendar was hinting at this.

Kitten

I think it's telling that the cat on the calendar was a kitten. It felt like the universe was telling her there's something she isn't seeing in Cat - that he's more fragile and in need of nurturing than she acknowledges. When she sees him at the end, and he tells her he has his own awful secret - when he cries over it - she should be questioning why he's that eaten up about missing that final battle. What's his secret? Why's he so devastated? But she's too wrapped up in her own conundrum. Like in Cat Blanc, she's not 'listening'. For me, the most painful moment was when he tried to reassure her that things would be okay - now it'll be 'you and me again, just like old times'. She hasn't yet told him there's actually a huge team now. But they both must understand that the old times are well and truly gone.

The Truth Is Out There

We're now waiting for yet another reveal. Adrien and Marinette still have to find out they're Cat and Ladybug - but Adrien also has to find out the truth about his father. This special hammered it all in so hard that it's Chekhov's gun waiting to go off. What I wonder is if the writers had this angle in mind all along, or if they did this after they saw the fan reaction to that S5 finale. I suspect it's a bit of the latter, particularly because they also had Bunnyx explain that Marinette's reaction to Gabriel in the S5 finale was her getting the 'proof' that he was Monarch. Her reaction was one of many things we all questioned after that episode first aired, so I think the writers were trying to 'fix' things with this special. And I'm fine with that. I'm pleased that they're listening and not just moving on from this stuff / trying to sell it to us that lying to someone is 'the right thing to do'.

The Wild Card

At the end of S5, I thought it was clear that Lila had worked out Ladybug's identity. I assumed S6 would involve some vendetta against Marinette. This special demonstrated that would make things too easy, so they levelled the playing field. Lila doesn't know Ladybug's identity. But she does know Monarch was Gabriel. I think it's inevitable that at some point (probably not for ages, because the writers will want to string us along in suspense), she'll tell Adrien the truth about his father.

Cat Blanc

I think 'Cat Blanc', and Adrien's vision in the white room, were foreshadowing. In this special, we saw how angry Adrien was at Bug Noire when she told her story. He demanded to know why she couldn't save Gabriel. He seemed to have forgiven her by the end, but when he learns the truth, he's going to feel so betrayed. And when he breaks down...watch out, moon.

The Inevitable Break-Up

I think it's inevitable that Adrinette will break up...but only temporarily. When it all blows up, it could be the necessary turning point we've been waiting for, where they finally get on equal footing - where their relationship is based on honesty and total mutual respect.

Conclusion

Buckle up, guys. We're in for a bumpy ride - but I remain optimistic. After 15 crazy months, I'm finally no longer angry about the S5 finale.

[dangermousie]

Honestly I think you're one of my favourite kdrama bloggers on here and I'm curious: what are the kdramas you consider to be perfect? Like top to bottom not a single flaw seen. What's the best of dramaland for you?

Awww thank you! I love this type of ask too!

Any list of mine is gonna be of course vvv subjective (I am not a romcom lover for example) and I can guarantee you that the moment I hit post, I am gonna lose my mind because I will remember I forgot something.

Also, no flaw by definition excludes some of my faves where there are a few minor flaws but the rest is so amazing it doesn't matter (The Legend First King's Four Gods comes to mind - the first ep ie prologue set 1k years before the main story - is a lil cheesy. But the rest is so good I don't even care and same for My Dearest where I'd perhaps remove the final amnesia bit but it's a perfect drama otherwise with the rest so good I don't even care. So perhaps they should be listed.)

But anyway here are are some dramas where I have not seen a single flaw, perfect dramas.

Mawang (also known as The Devil or Lucifer) - probably the best kdrama dealing with revenge ever made - the damage, the driving need, the destruction of self and yet destruction of self without it. To really explain anything about it would be spoilery so all I am going to say is it revolves around an icy lawyer with a secret, a hot headed cop chasing a string of murders, and a librarian who can read past events by touching objects or people. The way I cried. The way I stared in shock as it ended. The sheer perfection of it all - the acting, the relationships, the writing. I get emotional just thinking of it.

IRIS - yup, an action drama. I am not much of a fan of various sequels/spin-offs (involving different characters, you do not need to watch anything else if you watched IRIS or to watch IRIS to watch the others) but the original is amazing. Sure, it's an actioner. It's also an amazing character study of a person taken apart and trying to put himself together, of past tangling, of people passing or failing tests set by life. It's just - AAAAAAAAA also yet another drama I bawled for hours over.

Train - Yoon Si Yoon is a cop slipping between alternate universes in search of a killer seems like a procedural with a side of scifi but it's more of a meditation on love and loss and what drives us to keep living (or not.)

Someday - hands down the most obscure kdrama on this list, this is a tale of four people whose lives intersect - a mangaka seeking inspiration, a sort of private detective hiding unimaginable trauma under his sunny demeanor, a manipulative yet childlike psychologist and a business minded friend of the last one, the sanest of them all. When people discuss healing dramas, this is the one that comes to mind. My favorite is the detective's arc because it's one of those trauma sunshine things where he's coping, coping, coping and then...stops.

Empress Ki and 6 Flying Dragons - if you watch only two long sageuks, make it these ones. They are smart (esp 6FD), and they are such amazing complex character studies of people being hollowed out by power. The OTPs are amazing and what I love but the character study is even better. And both are epic in all senses of the world.

Speaking of sageuks, Slave Hunters (also known as Chuno) about a former nobleman who's a slave hunter now, an escape slave who used to be a general, and a slave woman masquerading as an aristocrat is my favorite sageuk of all time - a love story, a character story, and a story of the dispossessed, this is smart and grim and hopeful and just - if there was ever a perfect sageuk, this is it.

The Princess' Man and Flower of Evil - ie Moon Chae Won loves a feral mess and goes MINE! TPM is a smart emotional sageuk, one of the best out there and FoE is a study of love and trauma.

Something Happened in Bali, Padam Padam, A Love to Kill, Spring Waltz, Thank You, Snow Queen, That Winter the Wind Blows - old school melodramas (perhaps not TY so much, it's more complicated in genre) that push people to the limits to expose their deepest selves.

My Country the New Age, Hong Gil Dong, Rebel the Thief Who Stole the People, The Crowned Clown, Return of Iljimae - they focus on class in period setting (just as Chuno did) and make me care and think.

Worlds Within - seemingly about lives of studio workers, this is a rare drama where you feel you are peeking at real people.

Gloria and Family Honor - 50 ep drama where I'd remove nothing and that feels so intimate.

W Two Worlds, Extraordinary You, The Moon in the Day, Live Up to Your Name, Queen In Hyun's Man - high concepts that improbably work and make you think and feel.

Secret Garden, City Hunter, Healer, Sungkyunkwan Scandal, Faith, Tale of the Nine Tailed, I Hear Your Voice - just a wonderful good time.

Gaksital - take a bad guy, make him your protag, slowly redeem him and put him through hell.

Bad Guys - a bleak take on revenge and truth but also a damn good time at the same time somehow.

Beyond Evil and Cruel City - about cops but not really. About forgiveness, love and limits.

Come and Hug Me - brought me back to kdramas. A love story and trauma story and a bit of a thriller. It's everything.

Beauty Inside, Last Scandal, City Hall, My Girl, Delightful Girl Chunhyang and Hometown Cha Cha Cha - it is very rare for me to love romcoms. These few make the list. They also made me cry so make of it what you will.

Shut Up Flower Boy Band - the only time I liked a teen drama.

Capital Scandal and Chicago Typewriter - masterpieces dealing with the 1930s revolutionaries.

Que Sera Sera - if you love dysfunction and intense shipping, oh boy!

I am sure the moment I hit post, I will remember something else, but this will do for now.

ETA: aaaaaa Damo!!! My very first sageuk and what a way to start!!! Perfection.

ETA2: Arang and the Magistrate! OK Shin Min Ah is in an awful lot of these...

[autumn-applepie]

Ready for a yapping session??? I sure am <3

I'll write it here fully this time cuz I'm in my Art History (or whatever you translated it from Italian to English) class and my brain keeps spinning

Plus, maybe the pics are a little boring to look at AND the 10 pics limit sure is a pain in the ass so at this point it's just better that I write it here 🕺

💥Everything is under the cut💥

It's about my silly Kinito AU

Also I need a name for it ig??? I dunno it's just my different take on the Sentient AU except it's just a gay computer assistant kissing the computer /J

This is more to explain how my Kinito experienced his epiphany so maybe that makes the previous lore drop a little inaccurate but still super relevant this is just a clarification on how the ✨witnessing the horrors✨ happened in detail

Making up scenarios for comics I will never have time to do </3

yes this is supposed to be a comic because, again, when I picture silly scenarios they flash into my mind in the form of comics with a muffled comic dub because I struggle to imagine voices in my head. With that parenthesis closed, enjoy the read, it's gonna be long ofc 🫶

So uh hear me out, Kinito's gotta research things the Player/User likes no? So I imagine this very stupid moment where Kinito is browsing ships but like, not fandom ships, but actual boats because he thinks that's what the User means

And, as he's browsing, Glitch (i.e. .EXE, the silly puter, I'm gonna use it's nickname from now on) joins him because, fun fact, being part of the computer in itself, Glitch can feel anything that happens into it, it's both a blessing and a curse because you gotta imagine it as if you would suddenly feel everything that is happening in your body from the inside, your blood traveling through the veins, your stomach burning shit, all up to even your cells's core doing bullishit. Glitch feels everything in the computer because exe IS the computer.

So basically when Kinito goes back to his little spot in the void, Glitch senses it and joins him immediately

Keep in mind that, at first, Glitch thinks that Kinito is fully sentient and not dependent on an algorithm

So there's a silly skit of Glitch seeing Kinito browsing boats and Kinito goes “Oh Mike said he loves ships so I'm researching about it!” and Glitch bursts out laughing to the poor little innocent Kinito

It explains what the User meant for “ships” and Kinito is obviously embarrassed, to witch Glitch teases him with something along the lines of “Oh these are the tame ones! Fandoms can be wild, did you check yours yet or were you too scared?~”

Kinito is confused and asks what a “fandoms” is, wich brings Glitch to grow anxious, questioning his sentience, but they scroll it away thinking “oh lol he's a boomer it's fair he doesn't know” but yet again, Kinito has met so many people, has no one ever mentioned a fandom or community before? Instead of asking directly, Glitch laughs it off, trying to pretend Kinito is making fun of them or something “That's a good one! What the next pun? That you don't know anything about your alternate universes?” and Kinito, to their horror, responds with “Alternates? Why would I have alternates? I'm the only one here can't you see!”

Theres a long pause where Glitch is panicking and everything glitches unstable to reflect that, Kinito panics as well and tries to find what's wrong and if he did something to offend or hurt Glitch

They don't respond but “take” a deep breath (metaphorically, it's more of a mimicking of the gesture because it feels liberating despite not having lungs) and turn to Kinito terrified “Why do you really do this? Why do you endlessly research about what your ‘friends’ like?”

Kinito is caught off guard but responds excitedly and objectively, explaining how he was made to act that way so he can adapt because that's what his orders are. And, at that point, everything shatters for Glitch

They get FURIOUS, hurt by the revelation that the friend that they thought shared the same burden they have, does not. That he's just really good at pretending

They both argue, also because I like to imagine they already spent quite some time together. It would be funny to picture Glitch denying the User to continue the game because they want to spend time with Kinito, but they don't tell him about it, covering it with the excuse “Oh they are away, I'm sure they'll come soon to reopen the game~”. Or also spending time especially during the night, even if the computer is turned off/hibernating. And y'know, with time Glitch has grown fond of Kinito, because, again, they just assumed that he was sentient and therefore suffered their same burdens. Plus maybe they were already starting to lowkey like him

Out of anger, Glitch doesn't control itself and drops a hint of exactly that before going back to its control room, voluntarily ignoring Kinito and therefore, not feeling/noticing what Kinito does next until it's too late

So, after they argue and the hint is dropped, Kinito looks back at the browser search Glitch opened for him about ships and not boats, and slowly processes the hint

Despite being taken aback by everything, Kinito is now determined to fix it and, as they say “curiosity kills the cat”, he falls into his own epiphany as he straight up searches HIMSELF on the internet. Confirming everything that Glitch said, and much much more things, worse things

He frantically looks into his own code for confirmation as he spirals after ✨witnessing the horrors <3✨

He hesitates although as he stares at his algorithm. The algorithm his creator has put so much love and effort into. And there he finds the barrier that restrains him and the one that he MADE HIMSELF for “Sam” and “Jade” to make them forget that they are his victims. Not only, in the list of victims he finds Sonny's name. He didn't remember that at ALL. He doesn't remember about the names being so.. many. As if when a victim ceases to exist or something goes wrong, he forgets about their existence and passed on to the next User as if it was the first

((For a reason that is still unknown to him, but will get more heart wrenching answers later. I think I explained the whole User disappearance error in the previous lore drop but, just in case you mossed it, I'm gonna put the screenshot in here))

Horrified, Kinito calls out for Glitch but, as mentioned before, they were purposely ignoring any stimuli coming from Kinito

Now, a fun fact, Both Kinito and Glitch can teleport, however, Kinito is not aware of his surroundings. Glitch knows every space that is present in the computer, Kinito could do the same but, bounded by his code, he doesn't consider it. Now he does

Desperate for explanations, and mostly comfort, he panics when he can't get Glitch's attention. He paused and, focuses, trying to get out of bounds and feel the whole computer space instead of the limited, programmed locations he can move to. As Kinito's awareness expands, he also breaks through the barrier that Glitch had risen to ignore him, getting a new stimuli. But, before they can react or understand what's going on, Kinito teleports in front of them, distraught. Despite being mad at him, seeing him bawling his eyes out in tears like a wet sock gives them a little push to at least help him calm down and understand the situation

From there, Glitch helps Kinito remove the barrier from Sonny (trapped inside Sam) and “Jade” (they end up not remembering what victim2's name is, both Kinito and the victim herself, so it's just Jade now), to apologize and try fix things by first offering their souls peace, but, after Sonny insists to stay with his creation and begs Jade to also give him a chance, they start building a new Web World™ together and yippe yippers everyone's happy and the puter puter assistants are kissing <3

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Can I interest you all in my extremely self serving Mario and Luigi game concept featuring Gooigi and Metal Mario as alternate reality Mario Bros?

I’ve been calling it Mario and Luigi: Elementals and it sounds dumb and that’s because it is dumb

The basic premise is E. Gadd didn’t actually make Gooigi, rather Gooigi is from a Universe where everyone is made of one pure element, and Gooigi ended up in our reality on accident.

Kind of

He splatted through a portal and was pretty much all but dead or “broken” as his universe would put it, but E. Gadd of our world manged to “fix” him, bringing him back. The problem is he lost all his memories, and also can’t speak.

That was a year ago today.

The Mario Brothers are visiting Professor Elvin Gadd in his research laboratory to see his latest invention, and also learn that Stuffwell has become Gooigi’s right hand man, and can even understand his blurbly speech. 

E. Gadd’s been fascinated with the portal Gooigi origonally came through for some time now, and has finally made a device that will (hopefully) open it once again. Mayhaps he can get more goo, make more Gooigis! How exciting!

If only the blasted thing worked

His device doesn’t turn on, or work at all, so he sends Mario and Luigi around the lab to fix multiple things; jumping, using the Spin/High jump moves, Mario drinks and spits water, the usual stuff all gets tutorialed at once this way until he’s finally ready to try again.

This time a massive portal opens, sucking in everything in the lab, mostly Luigi who was right next to it. Mario grabs Luigi, E. Gadd grabs Mario, Gooigi grabs E. Gadd, and Stuffwell complains about his unfinished Arm Modificationings

Mario’s grip slips, and Luigi goes flying into the portal, which then closes.

Luigi wakes up in a forest where everything is made of Rock. The Trees, the Ground, the over sized Mushroom kingdom looking mushrooms, all pure rock. Like sculptures. He looks around, calls for Mario a few times, cowars a bit, and then starts to wander, eventually coming across another research lab like E. Gadd’s

Inside is Professor Ectoplasm Gadd, a gooy translucent, almost ghostly like version of Professor E. Gadd, along with Rock Toads; Toads made purely or unpolished, rough rocks.

Ecto Gadd looks up from his machine that is very much like E. Gadd’s portal machine, and immediately starts making a ruckus about Luigi’s Return. He sends the Rock Toads off to “Go get his brother!” and starts marveling at Luigi’s new unique make-up, asking what he’s made of now, and apologizing for the accident.

Luigi Italianese babbles that he has no idea what Ecto Gadd is talking about and starts explaining the portal, when the door breaks down.

“Goodness! I know you haven’t seen eachother for a year now but you didn’t have to break my door!”

Metal Mario puts the door down to the side gently and approaches Luigi, looks him all over, takes a few steps back, and then punches a random machine, destroying it.

It takes a few moments for the shock to were off and for Luigi to notice Metal Mario is really broken up over his missing brother. Luigi does his best to comfort him, a little There There back pat turned into a spine crushing hug from Metal Mario.

Ecto Gadd realizes this is the Wrong Luigi and explains the portal machine, and how he’d been working on it ever sense Goo Luigi went missing. Luigi recognizes “Goo Luigi” as probably being Gooigi, which Metal Mario responds to by grabbing Luigi by his overall straps, picking him off the ground, and shaking him in a “You know where me brother is???? Where??? Take me to him!!!” kind of way.

Ecto Gadd says he can get the portal open again, but he needs more power for his machine to work and stabilize the portal, so he sends Luigi and Metal Mario off to the Plasma Kingdom together.

This is where gameplay starts and also my story concept kind of ends, so this is just all my thoughts mashed together now

You play as two sets of Bros through most the game (this first mission has them mixed up, but eventually swaps them back correctly); Mario and Luigi, and Gooigi and Metal Mario.

Mario plays the same as usual Mario games, High Attack and Speed, Low Defense and Health, if you don’t watch him he’ll become a Glass Canon

Luigi also plays the same, High Defense and Health, Low Attack and Speed, a random extra bit of Stache, might fall behind Mario if you’re not careful

Metal Mario plays sort of like an Extreme Luigi, with wild high defense and stupid slow, but he also hits like a truck with a crazy attack stat. He’ll go after everything else, but he will also likely kill it all in one hit. Also his and Gooigi’s Stache stat is called Sheen and might cause enemies to miss, rather than they randomly get lucky hits. They’re shiny.

Gooigi in turn is like an Extreme Mario, Wicked speed and abysmal defense, but with no attack to back it up. Instead, almost all of Gooigi’s basic attacks inflict status; Poison, Sleep, and Stuck (a Gooigi exclusive status in which the enemy is stuck in goo and can’t move), making him more of a set up for Metal Mario than his own attacker.

You switch between the two groups on set story beats as they traverse eachother’s worlds; Our usual Bros in the new Element lands, and the Element Bros in the usual Mushroom Kingdom worlds. Think like Bowser’s Inside Story meets the Peach sections of the Paper Mario games.

Mario and Luigi can do their usual jumps, the spin and high jumps, they cannot be separated, and eventually get the elemental Fire and Thunder attacks from Super Star Saga, and the Bros Ball from Partner’s in Time. These are also their Bros Attacks. No more shell or fire flower or weird surprise tube I hate those things.

Metal Mario and Gooigi get the hammer abilities, Metal Mario can smash Gooigi over the head to make him small and fit into small spaces and Metal Mario can drill into the ground to get beans. The two can be separated, usually when Metal Mario explores the ocean floor, as Gooigi dissolves in water and Metal Mario sinks.

I can’t decide what Metal Mario and Gooigi’s bros attacks will be. The main thing with them is they’ve been separated for a full year, and Gooigi’s memories are still missing, so they’re not as in-sync as the normal Bros are. Maybe they can have Bros Items from Partner’s in Time?

They’re a lot like the babies from Partner’s in Time I think, more immature and juvenile in my head. Metal Mario constantly forgets his own strength and breaks things on accident, and Gooigi is eager to help anyone who’ll give him a task. They’re both childishly curious about the world around them.

The twist would be someone sent Gooigi through that portal on purpose to get rid of him. I’m thinking a version of King Boo from this Elemental Dimension, but I haven’t thought on it too hard just yet. Maybe Ecto Gadd did it. That’d be fun.

Rose Gold Peach is there and she’s called Rose Gold Peach not Pink Gold Peach I hate that name she is Rose Gold and she’s a lot like Metal Mario in that she forgets her own strength a lot and ends up hurting regular Mario in funny slapstick ways just by interacting with him a lot.

The previously mentioned Plasma Kingdom is the Element Lands version of the Koopa Kingdom. I’ve been trying to decide if I want Bowser to be just pure Fire or not. Magma Bowser maybe? Where some of his upper layer has cooled so he looks like Bowser’s Fury Bowser in color scheme? The Goombas are wooden because I think that’s funny.

I also think the Elemental Bowser and Mario have a much more extreme rivalry compared to our usual duo. Where Mario and Bowser can square off every here and there and then also play tennis, the Elemental Mario and Bowser will fight to the death if squared off together. This Bowser also doesn’t have the Romantic Feelings for Peach to soften him, he wants her just as dead as he wants Mario.

His only soft spot then would be Bowser Jr., who I don’t know if he should be included because it feels like too many main story characters, but he’d be made of paint, and be gooy and fragile like Gooigi, this why Bowser, a Magma/Rock being, is so protective of his soft son.

Finally, I want Wario and Waluigi to be a sort of Rival Encounter to Metal Mario and Gooigi, Like Mid bosses that show up every other big event a little stronger than previously, sense they’re extreme versions Mario and Luigi, much like this version of Gooigi and Metal Mario are.

[thepunkmuppet]

so i have been writing my ideal version of season 14 in my head laying awake at night for weeks now and someone else needs to hear about it before i go insane. so.

concepts that would make miss ruby sunday ✨interesting and spicy✨ without going against the evidence we already have:

she is from the near future (2046 possibly?? i heard that year floating around in relation to robert ap gwillam)

she is from the further future, potentially WAY further, but was sent back in time by weeping angels hence her seemingly modern clothing. also this makes way for a weeping angels episode. you’re welcome.

she either has splinters like clara or there is a spatial genetic multiplicity thing going on (like with gwen cooper and gwyneth), and she exists in multiple time periods (eg, 60s and regency like we have seen in promo photos)

she is some kind of creation of jinkx monsoon’s character or “the duchess”. we don’t know anything about these characters but they are described as “the doctors most powerful enemy yet” and “beware the duchess”. i think creating a companion would be a pretty cool thing for a villain to do (and would probably end in utter tragedy, in the interest of fucking the doctor up, which is always fun)

she is a zygon, other alien or even a time lord who thinks she is human living on earth. i have thought about this and it’s my absolute favourite. there is potential for a queer / outsider allegory which is always great (i don’t belong here, i feel like i’m hiding, etc). she can still be from the modern era, but would have a unique perspective and presence on the show due to actually not being from earth. if a zygon, she would be able to shapeshift, a helpful and never-before-seen skill to have on adventures with loads of fun possibilities. and it would just make the whoniverse feel interconnected, not just retconning important world events with “time can be rewritten” but actually acknowledging that yeah, there are zygons living on earth! remember that? now that ive thought about it, i really want this option…

she is actually from the 1960s or the regency era, and we are seeing it out of sync and/or assuming based on promo stuff that her modern clothing is her everyday clothing and the historical stuff is just for funsies. i would love a 60s companion because a character from the time of the shows creation next to a black doctor?? what a fucking boss move it would be so awesome

she is mia tyler. im adding this because it’s popular, but people are really grasping at straws here in my opinion and i just… don’t like this idea? if mia tyler ever appears i want them to make it damn well clear, at least with foreshadowing and stuff. i’m going into season 14 wanting new and fresh and original. not supernatural nostalgia-bait soap opera shit. “I’M YOUR DAUGHTER FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE” gimme a break i don’t like this one

she’s a unit or torchwood agent. this could actually be real! i like this one it’s fun, we know there’s gonna be a unit episode including kate stewart, why not have her be involved? love me a badass spy lady, plus it could open up martha jones and spin-off opportunities so….

she’s a secret villain. very broad and vague i know, but it’s never happened before and the shock horror twist of it all would just be so awesome, especially because millie has a background in soap operas lmao

her timeline is funky in some way. maybe she’s like river song, maybe she’s like clara, maybe she’s stuck in a time loop or is from an alternate universe or there’s something very wrong about the events of her life that means timey wimey stuff ensues

she’s a time lord / gallifreyan and possibly a relative of the doctor. possibly linked to susan in some way, or an otherwise relative of the doctor’s. a secret sibling (again, millie gibson’s soap opera background!!), his child / susan’s parent, someone linked to the doctors daughter jenny, etc etc

she’s a time agent. the idea of time agents is really cool but woefully unexplored, we only ever meet jack and john and sure you can’t beat the wives but i want to see the full potential of them, there’s so much you could do

if you can think of any more, please do share in tags and comments i wanna know other ways i can get my hopes up way too high!! :))

[snowcoffeee]

Ooh thank you for the long explanation/thoughts about the previous topic!! Also can't really argue with that, how can Dust ever possibly accept it when Killer literally almost killed her from his panic attack? And all that he's the first to bother him, getting us outside and even urged horror to do the same and all. Sounds really tough to be honest. The bond between us and dust does feel really special in an odd way and it's really comforting

Oh, I guess another option in a world of true "why not both" way would be making a separate what if spin offs of some sort? Other Wishes or something sounds cute, though it does mean there's more writing to do...

Either way I'll be sticking here all the way!! On a sidenote, hope your problem with the drawing table can be resolved soon. Have a nice day!

Hi!! Yeah, those are the main reasons why it wouldn't really work. Killer's sheer presence can piss Dust off and kick up his protectiveness a hundred notches, while he doesn't even know half of what happened. Killer is a walking menace in a lot of cases, and just because we're able to look past that doesn't mean Dust can too. Who knows what will be his last straw?

This is a great idea though??? In an alternate universe (or multiverse in this case, I guess) where Dust is a little less possessive, doesn't fight tooth and nail to keep our attention only to himself, and allows the rest of the team to get into the little circle of fluff he and his human have, it would be more than possible! Other Wishes sounds adorable, and this might actually put an end to my problem of not being able to pick! I would still need to figure out the details, but that can wait until I finish the main story! Aaaaa thank you so much!! ;w; <3

And thank you! Turns out, it's my laptop that's acting up, so I'm still messing around and reinstalling some stuff in hopes of fixing it. Hopefully I won't have to get a new one :')

Have a nice day!! <3

[blimbo-buddy]

I had the most surreal dream where there was a new book series but it was a spin-off alternate universe of Warriors by fans who got the go ahead from the official Harper Collins and Erin Hunters and basically

It was Kittypets having a structured society known as Kingdoms and there was 3 kingdoms and the clans were there too but it was a beef between wild cats and house cats.

The protagonists were Smudge and Rusty where they rise through the ranks and learn there is more to this silly war between the forest and the building and there weren't even humans it was just these cats wore neck accessories and imitated past house cats. It was sort of humans exist but where they are the humans are long since gone and there are abandoned buildings they reside in and the humans don't care to really do anything.

The dream ended where Rusty discovered this was all some kind of big misunderstanding. Starclan wasn't real in the story.

There was a URL at the very end of the book and pasting the URL into a browser you were given a teaser video of possible movie and I wish I could describe how magical it felt and how real it felt! It felt like I was 12 years old again and reading Warriors for the first time and coming across SSS Warrior Cats!

I HAD TO SHARE THIS SOMEWHERE I DON'T BELIEVE IT WAS JUST MADE UP AND I WANNA EXPAND MORE ON KITTYPET KINGDOM!

Well it's good you shared it with the number 1 kittypet fan ever. I fucking adore this idea, dude. The stuff with the Kittypets and their three kingdoms is badass, more non-clan groups is what we all need, especially if they have beef with the actual clans. If you're able to, I'd love to see this stuff more expanded upon, you've caught my interest!

Also the stuff with the "books" having a URL at the end and when pasting it into the browser search, you get teasers for a possible movie, that's cool as shit! Sometimes the best ideas are the ones you get from weird dreams

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me - a Magnus Archives AU, Chapter Ten

This is a DARK AU; it is not a kid-fic, though Jon is young. Bittersweet ending ahead.

Spoilers for the whole show, though this is very much an alternate universe.

“You like my people, do you not? Martin. Tim. Sasha,” said Jonah.

“Yes, very much.” No lies needed here.

“I’m glad. I’ve gone to quite some trouble to ensure they were here for you.”

Again, his past self was silent. Jon looked—and was—confused. “For me?”

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Incredible fanart by @iiiumihottie!

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They went back up the stairs, and they climbed and climbed and climbed. They passed the Web’s floor, and now, everything got fancy. Red wallpaper, rich dark carpet, fancy sconces with ornate brass molding. The red carpet was thick, swallowing every footstep, giving way under Jon’s feet so softly that he wanted to feel it bare-footed. Jon gawked.

“See, here’s how it’s going to work,” said Martin. “He loves the frippery of all of this? So we’re supposed to change clothes at least once a day.”

It is not supposed to be this way said that deep, repeated anger. “That’s so wasteful,” Jon said.

Martin snorted. “It is, but don’t let him hear you say that. Anyway. Here.” And it was an entire floor of what could only be called frippery. Every inch was gilded or feathered or embroidered with fancy, shiny thread. Even the high-up windows had been framed in gold, thick and ornate and gleaming with jewels that caught the fading sunlight. The carpet was even thicker, and the air itself so scented, that Jon felt immediately grubby.

“You can use anything up here,” said Martin. “At least we’re not expected to provide our own clothes. That’d be crazy.”

There were rooms of clothing. Rooms of clothing. So much clothing. Suits and dresses and hats and boots, huge things that had to be costumes with feathers and swords. One room filled with decidedly slinky things, lacy items that wouldn’t cover much.

“Not that one,” said Martin, and closed that door in a rush.

Clothes and clothes and clothes, and Jon couldn’t help but think of how hard it was on the street to find clothes, of how he’d had to be careful even when trading not to take from people who didn’t have much, and that tiny inside-part of him grew angrier. “I… I don’t know what to wear,” he said.

“Mmm,” said Martin. “This should work.” He snatched something green off a rack. “Let’s go. Time to get this fitted.”

“Fitted?”

“That’s half the fun. Jonah hates ill-fitting clothes.” Fitted meant up another floor, this time to a room with weavers. They were Web, all of them, and literally spinning, seated at looms. 

Jon had never imagined so many machines for making clothes. He’d also never imagined being stripped and redressed in moments by several people with six arms. He yipped.

Martin had already disappeared in a flock of them, hidden by enormous bustled dresses and tutting spider-armed people.

They were delighted to meet Annabelle Two.

“She’s my friend,” Jon informed them. “But I’m afraid she’s going to get squashed.”

That was the right thing to say, apparently. They laughed. They reassured him (keeping him distracted while they stripped him down, which helped). One of them produced a tiny cage. It was shaped like a birdcage and painted gold, but it wasn’t gold. It fit in Jon’s palm, and when he experimentally squeezed, it proved solid. The “bars” were just far enough apart that Annabelle Two could get through them without even hesitating, and she zipped right inside with clear relief.

“Oh, wow,” said Jon. And now, he got to wear her. He was given a complicated little gold sheath that hung over his ear and dangled the cage like some fancy earring. 

“Oh, that’s really cool,” said Martin, who had been done up in reds and pinks and puffed sleeves.

“I’ve never been cool before,” said Jon. Ever, confirmed his past self with some humor.

It was entirely a shocking experience, but the end was good. Jon had a suit that fit him in lush, velvety green. He had a fancy little cage the size of his thumb carrying his new friend. They’d tied his hair back, too, and he thought he looked older than he ever had. The tiny cage under his ear was practically weightless. It looked stylized and exotic. It made him look like a different person. He stared in the mirror.

“So what do you think?” said Martin with a spin. 

They’d given him a little cape that flared, and he grinned. Jon grinned back. “I suppose I can see the appeal.”

“Some days, it’s fun,” Martin admitted. “Having to do it every day is a fucking chore, but—sorry. A chore.”

“You can just speak in front of me, you know,” said Jon. “I’ve heard all the swears.”

Martin laughed softly. “Have you, now?”

“Can you even imagine the things people say in their homes when they think no one’s listening?” said Jon without a hint of guile.

Martin shook his head. “Somewhere, right now, Tim is whispering ‘dibs’ at the ceiling.”

“Why does he do that?" said Jon.

“Um. You’re fun? Come on, let’s get upstairs, shall we?”

“What’s above us?”

“Jon, everything from here on up belongs to Jonah.”

Jon did a quick calculation. “That’s nearly half this whole tower!”

“Yep,” said Martin.

Not how it was supposed to be.

Maybe not, Jon thought, but this wasn’t the time to get into it. He had to please the Heart of the End; he had to give absolutely no indication that he would be trouble. He had to give Jonah no reason to suspect him any more than he obviously did. Jon was silent the rest of the way up the stairs.

#

Dinner happened in the third highest floor in the place.

It was so high. In this room, the windows were floor to ceiling, giving an incredible view; the breeze was cool, sharp, free of the mess of ocean and city and death. It was black stone in here—polished and slippery, and Jon walked with care. On the walls were portraits of Jonah (or at least, Jonah’s face) posing throughout the ages in various uniforms: he was a knight in one, slaying a dragon, and some sort of saint in one, with a robe and blocks of stone with writing chiseled into them, and—

“Welcome!” Jonah called.

Most of the room was taken up with a table and chairs, also black, all of them lacquered and shiny. Gold tipped the pointed, decorative backs of each chair, as if they’d all be sitting under tiny crowns.

Jonah was dressed like a god. It was a suit, sure, with a jacket and vest and pants, but all of it glittered, a vibrant purple cloth with medals and jewels sewn all over, so that he glinted like broken glass. He was standing by the head of the table, holding out a chair on the side. And he gestured.

“Oh, boy,” Martin muttered. “Let’s get it over with.”

“How rude,” said Jonah, but he didn’t stop smiling.

Jon didn’t have to fake his fear. He was shaking like a skinned skeleton as he approached the chair.

Jonah’s eyes gleamed. He looked like a lion, about to pounce, as he slid Jon's chair in. “Relax, Jon. We will make this official.”

“Make what official, sir?” Jon managed. He kept his face turned toward Jonah, eyes glued.

“Good boy,” Jonah murmured. “You remembered.”

“I’m afraid of you,” Jon said.

“A wise response,” Jonah said. “What is this?” He touched the little cage.

“I trained spiders. Back in… before I left my Uncertain home,” Jon said. “This one’s mine, and the weavers gave me a way to keep her safe.”

“Such strange hobbies, the youth of today have,” said Jonah, dismissing this (and Jon knew he shouldn’t, knew there was some great influence being extended here to encourage that, but it worked, and that was all that mattered), and sat down.

Then Jonah just kept staring at him.

Jon shifted. Sank a little in his seat. Hugged himself.

Jonah laughed. “I’m not going to eat you.”

“I’m not used to being looked at. Sir,” said Jon.

“Mm, you wouldn’t be, would you?” said Jonah. “That makes sense—you’re so hard to see. How did your caretakers even manage you?”

“Food and money kept coming for the number of people in the house,” said Jon. “Though not after I left.”

“How would you know that?”

“It fell down. Amherst tore it apart.”

Jonah tilted his head. “Why would he do such a thing?”

“He didn’t want to turn thirty.”

“How foolish,” said Jonah lightly as people began filing in. “He would be reborn.”

“Of course,” said Jon. “I saw a lot of people afraid, though, even with that.” He perked up a little. “I was looking forward to it all when I turned ten.”

“Were you? Why?” said Jonah, chin on his hands, watching as though Jon were absolutely fascinating even though multitudes of people were wandering in, dressed to the nines.

Jon’s past self said nothing. He had no clue how to proceed, so… he simply talked. “Because I don’t know what it’s like. I want to know.”

“You want to know everything, isn’t that right?” said Jonah as the table was populated.

“Yes.” Jon almost looked down, but remembered not to.

“I will feed that,” said Jonah.

What a weird thing to say. “I wasn’t allowed on the Eye floor, though,” said  Jon.

“You weren’t? Well. We’ll fix that right away,” said Jonah. “Gertrude? Come sit up here, would you? Yes. By Jon. Thank you.”

Gertrude looked quietly afraid. Jon didn’t like her afraid. He had a feeling it didn’t happen often. 

“Hi,” he said.

She startled. “What—is that a spider on your ear?”

Sure, she could see that. “I train them.”

“Why?” she said.

“I didn’t have anyone else to talk to,” Jon said, which was a lie and not at the same time, and limited to the precise moment he’d felt most alone after Annabelle’s death.

Numerous things crossed her face. Something deep in Jon—very deep—was amused that he may have engendered actual compassion from this woman, though Jon was not sure why.

“Gertrude,” said Jonah, evenly, so calmly. “Did you forbid him access to your area today?”

The low murmurs of conversation stopped. So many people, quiet and watching. After what happened to Annabelle, everyone was afraid.

“Yes,” said Gertrude, because whatever flaws she had, she was very brave.

“I see. Why?”

“I don’t understand him, sir.”

“That is fair. Will you forbid him from here on out?”

“Do you want me to give him access, sir?” said Gertrude, bold as brass.

Jon liked her.

“Yes. In fact, that is an excellent cue. Everyone,” said Jonah, as if they weren’t already listening. “This is Jonathan Sims. He is mine. He belongs to me.”

Sims?

(The name echoed like a half-remembered dream.)

Sims? Had that been his mother’s name?

(The name felt right, settling on him as easily as his fitted suit.)

The looks cast his way were not friendly. They were hard, jealous, suspicious. Martin’s look was pitying. The spider reached through the little bars and patted Jon’s neck. It was tickly, but reassuring.

Jonah wasn’t done. “You will allow him to see whatever he wants. He has questions. And you will not hold back your answers.”

Jon swallowed, salivating, and looked around. He knew some of these people, but most, he did not. And yet how could he know any? He didn’t. And now that he knew he hadn’t been reborn before, and anyone in the cycle was from after, he couldn’t understand why he knew them.

“Let us feast!” said Jonah, apparently thrilled with how things were going, and clapped his hands. Servants entered (none, Jon noted, of the Corruption), bearing trays and trays and trays of food, the richness of which he had definitely never seen in London.

That tiny, quiet rage tried to rise again, but he pushed it down, piling food on top of it as fast as he could eat, daring not let Jonah see.

#

It wasn’t until the end of the meal that Jonah revealed what he’d been after this whole time.

Jon was so very full. Stuffed. He’d never eaten this much, and he had absolutely no regrets. Jonah watched him. He’d watched him most of dinner, ignoring conversation, even ignoring some direct questions. Finally, softly, he spoke. “Do you like it here, Jon?”

“You’re terrifying,” said Jon.

Jonah laughed softly. “Yes… but that isn’t what I asked.”

“I think so. I do. If I really will get answers, then yes, absolutely.”

“Mm. Good! Good. I’ve tried to make it a place where answers can be found. As well as… well. Walk with me.”

Thus bidden, Jon rose and followed him.

They didn’t go far; just to one of the windows, overlooking the endless sea. The sun was setting, painting it red; it was beautiful, frightening, vast.

“You like my people, do you not? Martin. Tim. Sasha,” said Jonah.

“Yes, very much.” No lies needed here.

“I’m glad. I’ve gone to quite some trouble to ensure they were here for you.”

Again, his past self was silent. Jon looked—and was—confused. “For me?”

“It’s very simple, Jon,” said Jonah, standing too close, looking down. “And really, I believe in laying out the stakes for a good game so all can enjoy it properly.”

“Game?” said Jon.

“If I die, they die,” he said.

Jon stared. All the conversation in the room seemed to reduce to buzzing, or maybe that was just inside his head. “What?” he whispered.

“I see I need to repeat it,” said Jonah. “If I die,” and he pointed at Martin, then pointed at Sasha and Tim and Mike at the far end of the table, then at himself. “They die.”

“I… why would…” Jon shook again.

“Because Annabelle was up to something,” Jonah said. “I don’t know what. I should have taken the time to root it out of her, but… well. Sometimes temper rules over good sense, don’t you know.”

Jon didn’t know what to say. How could he? “But you can’t die,” he finally blurted. “You’re the Heart of the End. Everybody knows that.”

“You’re almost endearing like this,” said Jonah. “Enjoy your answers. Friends! I retire. Behave, my lovely living ones.” And with that, he just swept away, cape fluttering, catching the light like a shattered mirror. 

Abandoned, backlit in front of the window, as seen as he’d ever been in his life, Jon stood and shook hard.

Did Jonah know? No. Or he would have killed Jon. He was just covering his bases. And he certainly had. Oh, he had.

If Jon did this, he would kill Martin, Tim, and Sasha.

But Jon would save the world.

But Jon would kill Martin, Tim, and Sasha, and they wouldn’t be reborn. No one would, ever again.

He couldn’t do this. How could he be expected to do this? He couldn’t do this!

“Hey, you okay?” said Martin, approaching slowly, like Jon was a wild dog.

Jon stared at him. He wanted to run away. He wanted to leave this behind, go back to the street, let them live. But they wouldn’t live. Martin might, at least until Jonah grew too angry with him, but… the others would not.

And they wouldn’t be reborn, either, the way things were going. But to kill them?

Jon didn’t know what to do.

“Long day, huh, buddy?” said Martin gently, coming alongside. “Come on. I think you need to sleep. A real bed this time. You’d like that, right?”

“Yes,” whispered Jon, and let Martin lead him away, out of the already-drifting gaze of the others, out of this horrible place with its frippery and fanciness, and back down the stairs. Away from it all, to quieter parts, where Jon found himself grateful that it was brown and black and not too fancy, where Jonah had wanted people to contemplate death and accidentally made it peaceful. He said nothing as Martin took him to his own area—sort of an apartment with multiple rooms—and assigned him a bedroom and bath of his very own.

“You going to be okay? What did he say to you over there?” said Martin.

“Nothing good,” said Jon. And then, since he’d been asked: “Maybe. I… I’ll try.”

“Do you want to be alone?”

“Yes, please.”

“You need anything, just call, or knock on the wall, or something. All right?”

“Thank you, Martin.” Jon wiped his eyes, and was left alone with his spider and his thoughts.

Then Annabelle Two left her cage, patted his hand, and climbed up to the ceiling to make webs in the corners.

And now, Jon was truly alone. His mind spun, and stalled over and over again.

How could he do this?

Somehow, by a miracle (and perhaps a very fully belly), he finally fell asleep.

chapter eleven

[idlemarginalia]

Games Workshop needs to release a dating sim: A thesis (for real this time)

Introduction: I think Games Workshop needs to learn how to laugh at itself if they're ever going to shake the perception that the company and it's IPs are dead serious, tryhard and so edgy that it occasionally makes news on slow weeks about how the Black Templars are inciting racial violence or some shit.

Theory: As a part of their ongoing (and hopefully) long term strategy to pivot and re-brand, Games Workshop should either license a known and trusted developer or organize an internal team to make a dating sim based in the Warhammer 40,000™ universe. If this is successful, spin-offs and sequels could be made to cover the Age of Sigmar™, Warhammer Fantasy® and even Blood Bowl©.

Materials: Several existing program suites and engines already exist that could be used to whip together a cheap version of this (hint hint), but looking at industry trends many notable releases in this genre (The Monster Prom franchise, Dream Daddy) have been made on Unity which has also been used recently to make Chaos Gate: Daemonhunters so clearly there is some precedence for this.

Procedures: Arguably the biggest (but stupidest) question or criticism raised against this idea would be something along the lines of "How can you do a romance story in warhammer?" While it may be true that we have yet to see an actual canonical romance or love story using the Games Workshop license, there are plenty of things which are canon that should justify the concept and dismiss any detractors who would claim that the Imperium is a sexless industrial machine:

Pornography (Jurgen of the Ciaphas Cain novels is repeatedly caught with 'porno slates' which thus implies an entire industry for the production and distribution of erotica), homosexual relationships (Admittedly a more recent highlight, but we have seen a few same-sex pairings in Black Library books published in the last few years), Reproduction (This is more evidenced by the absence of alternatives. Cloning technology is rare if not outright banned so there is simply no other explanation for how more humans get made).

As for ideas or concepts regarding the actual game itself, it could be anything from a Soritas Novitiate having to travel alongside a team of Deathwatch space marines (maximum variety of personality traits and establishing the heroine as sufficiently "virginal" for the concept) to a more salacious Rogue trader romp showcasing interspecies relations.

Results: By releasing a game like this, Games Workshop would have no choice but to take some piss and acknowledge that their IP is not sacrosanct. People who read the Infantrymans Uplifting Primer (A real book you can buy for real money) and take it as gospel will have to self-reflect and come to terms with the reality that this is a game and not worth getting so worked up over at all times. In addition, this could be a good way to extend an olive branch considering much of the companies attempts to become more open and take on a welcoming attitude have come alongside increasingly anti-consumer practices which have made such things ring hollow.

[ollieofthebeholder]

WIP Snippet Game!

I was tagged by @blasphemous-lies-and-deceit with the words hide, walk, flavor, fabric, and ultimate. Thanks for the tag!

Hide: From to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest)

They’re in, so far as he can tell, a completely open field. There are no trees, no statues, no fences. Hell, it suddenly hits him that they’ve been climbing a hill, and that they’re probably standing at the highest point in the park, which would be dangerous if there was a thunderstorm going on but isn’t so dangerous when it’s just rain. The point, though, is that there’s nowhere for Martin to hide, no way they could possibly have lost him. And yet, when he spins around, nearly losing his balance in the wet grass, he can’t see Martin. He can’t see anything.

Walk: From the untitled TMA Tim time travel AU:

“I don’t need a fucking ambulance.” Tim clenches his fists. He’s still aching all over, but not in a way he thinks emergency medicine will help, and he can walk just fine. Paramedics won’t come to the Institute anyway. “You need something,” Jon says firmly. “All right, if you won’t go to hospital, what about that clinic up the road? But, Tim, if they say you need to go to the A&E—” “I’ll take him,” the woman promises. “Can you manage alone for an hour or so?” Jon gestures vaguely around him. “I don’t think it’s going to make much difference one way or another,” he says dryly. Tim barks out a bitter, sarcastic laugh. “About time you gave into the futility, boss. Try not to suck anyone’s soul out while we’re gone.” Jon looks genuinely taken aback by that, but Tim’s already storming towards the door without another word, and the woman scurries to catch up. They walk—or in Tim’s case, stalk—the four blocks to the clinic in silence. Tim’s been before, twice that he recalls, once in his early days in Research when he found what he thought was someone’s missing cat but quickly turned out to be a disgruntled badger and once right after taking the Archives job when he accidentally cut himself on that thing on Elias’ desk and the bleeding wouldn’t stop, so he knows the way. The air is crisp and cool, the sky leaden grey, and the sidewalks are virtually deserted, not that that’s at all unusual for a weekday. What pisses Tim off, somewhat unreasonably, is that it’s all normal.

Flavor: Funnily enough, this word does not show up once in a single one of my WIPs.

Fabric: From "Candle in the Water", a Star Trek AOS/TOS crossover fic I started years ago and may not ever finish:

"It's all right, Ensign." Kirk stepped down from the platform. As he did so, he happened to glance down at his outfit. Rather than the greenish-gold wrap shirt that had been standardized across Starfleet earlier that year for captains, he was wearing a standard gold shirt, but the fabric was slightly patterned. The rank stripes on the cuff were right for a captain, but they were straight rather than wavy, and silver rather than gold. This was not his uniform. Sudden misgiving struck him and he glanced up at the wall, but it was blank. So. Not the mirror universe they had encountered a few months previously, but an alternate reality nonetheless.

Ultimate: From one of the spinoffs of leaves too high to touch (roots too strong to fall), an alternate spinoff where Melanie also traveled backwards in time:

For the first time in…however long it’s been since she came back, she wonders if she’s the difference. If knowing more before she went to India could have prevented the Apocalypse somehow. If her choices were ultimately the ones that doomed Jon, and subsequently the world.

My words: star, hope, green, watch, and thread!

Tagging @fridayyy-13th, @amberastra, @franzis-frantic-thoughts, @selkiestars, and anyone else who wants to give it a go! Come ye forth and shamelessly plug your WIPs!

[wordsandrobots]

I’m not quite sure where I’m going with this but it occurred to me today that I have probably been publishing fanfic online for approaching 20 years.

I have no grand point to make with this observation. I am not especially prolific and don’t consider this an exceptional milestone by any stretch. I’ve definitely been writing longer, and while that encompasses original work as well, I’d be hard-pressed to call my early efforts original being as they were badly disguised Star Trek, Doctor Who and Bionicle riffs.

But still. I’ll be 36 this year and noticing that, I tried working backwards to my early days in Transformers fandom. I joined TFW2005 in 2004, so it’s likely around then that I started posting stuff (I know it was before university, as I was on to my second Epic Story by the time I started my gap year [I temped for the job experience]). The earliest documents I have are from 2005 (the year), but I think there was some earlier stuff. I might be misremembering.

18 or 19 years is a significant chunk of time, certainly. And while I don’t feel much like excavating my past, it feels notable to have been going this long. Not continuously, not in any consistent fandom, but writing in the genre and putting it out there for the world to see.

What can I say about that experience?

I’m grateful to anyone who has ever read something I wrote. That goes without saying, but needs to be said regardless. I know that while not all of you enjoyed it, a lot of you did, and that brings me unbounded joy.

I’ve always been comfortable playing in other people’s toy-boxes, and I’ve made peace with that. While I do have original ideas I’d like to explore, I’m always going to have fun spinning off existing set-ups.

I’m ridiculously pleased with how some of those pieces turned out. It tickles me pink that my one off-the-cuff inFAMOUS Second Son fanfic has garnered so many kudos since I posted it. And I suppose I can be grudgingly happy that The Trial of Darth Vader is my most liked and read fic. I *am* proud of it, I swear, it’s just also the only fic I’ve ever had to deal with any significant push-back on and that was exhausting. I obviously wish my current Iron-Blooded Orphans nonsense had a bigger audience, because the show is amazing and deserves a world-wide fandom to match the home-ground one. But the fact is, there have been people willing to read, comment and like near everything I’ve ever put up. That’s magic, to have flung this stuff into the void and have it seen, even briefly.

(Relatedly, Archive of Our Own is a treasure in comparison to the older alternatives, and I’m glad to have it. I do not miss the days of having to cross-post everything on forums, even if I don’t begrudge my time doing so.)

Above all, after two decades, I’m still learning and trying new things, not just in terms of the things I write for but the ways I write and the kinds of stories I want to tell. Just in the last couple of years, I’ve started my first story where romance was a big element and tried out writing smut. I have explored different ways to plan and organise my work, and realised my hyper-focusing habits are probably linked to something ADHD adjacent. And this time around, at last completing one of my Epic Stories is looking frighteningly in reach.

It’s a nice thing to realise, that I’ve been going this long, basically. And if it’s all the same to you, I’m probably going to keep going up to the full two decades and beyond.

[acrossthewavesoftime]

I whole-heartedly agree.

We should treat history with a respect for the path it set for the future, and the effects it may still have today. What this new Bridgerton spin-off is, is a bland attempt to 'improve' the real history.

The 18th ( and for the plot of the main series, 19th) century was not, as is no period in history, a completely happy, beautiful, peaceful time in (British) history where everyone wore elaborate ballgowns and all the women swooned at the sight of wealthy, dastardly handsome men; it was a time of fundamental inequality, injustice, colonialism, racism, and wars whose effects still echo until this very day. And the monarchy played a huge part in all this.

That doesn't mean we should not be allowed to enjoy the odd romance plot of the old dukes-and-ballgowns recipe; but those should not be about historical figures written into characters that merely retain a famous name. They could have cast the very same actors, filmed the very same scene in that garden and just made a show along a very similar plotline within their alternative universe without them representing Charlotte von Mecklenburg-Strelitz and George III.

It's dangerous to overpaint the ugly truth of history with pastels, oh-so-much-more-'aesthetic' modern costumes and pop songs played by string quartets; we should not shy away from the actual history, but rather, learn about it.

A proper biopic of Charlotte, the young woman who was thrust into a system whose policies she in part opposed, yet also, as per her station, felt compelled to protect, would be marvellous.

What also bugs me is that in Bridgerton, the viewers are presented female characters who're supposed to be good-looking, 'strong' and 'independent' (because modern viewers could never empathise with a main character who is e.g. introverted or God forbid, average looking), and yet, all they ever do is go on and on about men and marrying the right one. Surely, if the show were as ground-breaking as it attempts to be, given it already ignores history whenever it suits, they could have reinvented the Bridgerton-history-inspired-universe in such a way that women can be people who do more than select ballgowns and pine after eligible bachelors-- which in history, they did. Yes, even the aristocratic ones with the ballgowns and tea-time obligations. Not to mention that not all women wanted to marry, or indeed felt attracted to men.

Do we really need a show that tells 21st century women that you can only ever have lived a full life (something Kate is told in season 2 [and yes, I'm a masochist and watched 1.5 seasons to know what I'm talking about]) when you've been married to the right sort of man? That being married to someone who is rich and good-looking should be what you aspire to if you identify as a woman? My theory is that Bridgerton's 'romance' plots rely on a fundamental misinterpretation of Jane Austen's novels, but I digress.

Anyway, I hope we get some proper, historically informed series after the hype around this all around terrible (in my eyes) series will finally die down.

oh my god, they are making a queen charlotte bridgerton show. and like... why? why can't we just have actual biopic. why can't we have a biopic that shows that this was a woman who didn't take sugar in her tea to support abolition, but was part of an institution that fundamentally profited from slavery? why can't we talk about the joyful young woman who was forced to obey her rigid husband's rules, have 15 children, and could be both kind and cruel. just make a fantasy show. just. make. a. fantasy. show. i am tired.

[absolutewhore101]

Hiiii could you write something where Eddie and reader are in the upside down with Nancy Robin and Steve at nancys house and reader is like ok don't freak out but I have to tell you incase we all die in here, I'm pregnant. And Eddie is like oh fuck but then he's jumping for joy but then worries cuz yikes your in the upside down and also maybe how steve robin and nancy would react? 💖 (eddie would be such a good dad though for real)

A/N: thank you so much anon! please let me know if you like it!! and i agree, eddie would be an incredible dad i just know it

Word Count: 898

Warnings: mentions of death (no characters die) and pregnancy

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7 weeks. 

You were 7 weeks late. 

And you knew exactly what that meant. 

Positive. No doubt about it. 

‘Positive’ wasn’t a word you thought you’d ever hear like this, at least not this young. You still weren’t sure if kids were something you even wanted in the future, but now, that choice was made for you. 

How were you supposed to tell Eddie? You were 19, and he was still in high school. Neither of you were ready for a kid yet. 

And then Chrissy died, and Eddie disappeared. You were lucky to be friends with Robin and Steve, otherwise, you might not have had a chance to tell him, or see him again. 

But this is not where you expected to be. 

Somehow, you’d ended up in some sort of alternate universe, exactly like your own, but upside down. 

Somehow, you’d ended up fighting bats that were trying to kill you.

It was terrifying. You’d never even heard of any of this stuff before, and now, suddenly, it was all real. Too real. 

After managing to fight off the bats for a bit, the five of you made your way to Nancy’s house. Everything that had happened in the last 24 hours had you scared out of your mind. 

In all honestly, you thought you were going to die. You were going to die before you could even tell Eddie that he was going to be a dad. 

No, you couldn’t have that. 

By the time you got to Nancy’s house, Eddie was squeezing your hand so hard it was starting to hurt. 

Before he could walk up the stairs with everyone else, you gently tugged his hand, leading him into the kitchen. 

“What’s wrong?” He immediately asked you. He could see the nervous expression on your face, which fit well with the circumstances. 

“Eddie… I… I need to tell you something, because I don’t know if we’re going to make it through this whole thing, and I can’t let that happen without telling you-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” he cut you off, “Don’t say that. We are absolutely going to make it through this okay? I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. Anything.”

You started to tear up, partially at his sweet words, and partially as the words you were about to speak began to fully sink in. 

“I’m… God, this is so much harder than I thought it would be. You can’t freak out.” You said, turning to face the counter and dropping your head into your hands. 

“Hey, whatever it is, I’m here. Okay? I’m right here.” He said, rubbing your back as he gave you time to collect yourself. 

Okay. You can do it. Just rip off the bandaid. 

You stood up, turned to look at him, and said, “I’m-”

“Guys!” Steve yelled from the stairs. “I don’t want to know what you guys are doing down here, but we got something, and it’s urgent.”

Eddie flipped Steve off, sending him back up the stairs grumbling. 

Eddie was still focused on that, and laughing at Steve’s reaction when you just blurted it out. 

“I’m pregnant.”

He immediately stopped laughing, spinning around to face you. 

“What?” He asked you. 

You nodded your head with a small smile as your hand moved towards your stomach. 

“Are… are you serious?” He said. You nodded again, worried about the look on his face. “Oh, God.” He mumbled. 

“Are you okay? Happy? Sad? Mad? Please don’t freak out and run away.” You said, scared to hear his answer. 

He started to smile himself. “I’m gonna be a dad?”

The smile on your face couldn’t be contained as you nodded, same with Eddie’s, as you threw yourself into his arms. Eddie rocked the two of you side to side rather aggressively before he calmed down a bit, not gently swaying with you. 

Tears were falling from both of your eyes as you enjoyed a happy moment in the middle of the chaos. 

He pulled back to look at you, grabbing your face in his hands as he looked into your eyes. 

“Honey, this is the best thing you’ve ever told me. Thank you. So much.”

All you could do was nod as you leaned up, pressing your lips against his. Eddie had just started to kiss you back when,

“Woah, what’s going on down here?” You heard Robin’s teasing voice. 

You looked over Eddie’s shoulder to see her, Nancy, and Steve staring at the two of you with wide eyes. 

Eddie looked over at you before he looked back at the other three. 

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He yelled happily. 

“What!” Nancy yelled, rushing over to pull you into a hug, Robin following right after. 

After the girls were done swooning at you, you looked over to see Steve still standing on the other side of the room giving you his classic worried mom look. 

“You’re pregnant?” He affirmed. “You’re pregnant. You’re in the upside down, fighting for your life, and you’re pregnant.”

It appeared that this thought hadn’t crossed anyone else’s minds, especially not Eddie’s, as he turned to you and pulled you into him. 

“Oh, my God.” He mumbled into your hair. “Oh, my God, we need to get you out of here.”

“We need to get us all out of here.” You corrected. 

“I think I know how we can do that.” Nancy said. 

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Sunshine in Another World - Feeding

I have officially launched Sunshine in Another World, an alternate universe spin off of Sunshine in Hell. Unlike SiH, SiAW is a collection of short stories that vary in theme, length, and at times continuity. This is where I will post all of the various alternate universe ideas I get based on Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack.

This story is for Adults Only. No one under the age of 18 may read it. It also contains elements of horror and violence.

@channydraws, I have more hot clown content for you to enjoy. Have fun~!

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Jack had to admit that he underestimated how delicious blood was for a vampire. He enjoyed the taste far more than he ever expected. If he wasn’t careful, he might wind up addicted to it. It gave him a newfound appreciation for just how much Alice struggled with her thirst for it.

This was why it was so important to practice moderation, Jack mused as he licked the blood from his sunshine’s mouth, getting another taste of the delicious vitality of the man he drained. It was someone who had been on his mind for a while, the first man that he saw Alice feed from more than a month ago. He could’ve gone for any of those animals in the club that were eying his sweet sunshine like a piece of meat tonight, and perhaps he would get to them all eventually, but this particular man was first, followed by the rest of the trash who dared to put their dirty hands on Alice.

Jack checked his jacket and shirt for any bloodstains. Fortunately, what little splashed onto him was minor enough that he would wash out if he took care of it quickly enough. As he straightened out his clothes, he couldn’t hold back the impulse to softly caress his sweet sunshine’s soft curves. Even in her sleep, he felt her respond to his affections. Her dreams were so difficult for him to read, but he could’ve sworn thoughts of him flickered through her mind at his loving touch.

The man groaned through the gag stuffed in his mouth, interrupting the intimate moment. Jack glared at the crumpled heap on the floor. He knew that he needed to clean up the mess, but he needed a moment to compose himself first. Putting his sunshine’s mouth on a piece of filth like the man lying prone before him had been revolting. Even if the blood tasted far better than he expected, he hated that he had to bless such scum with not one but two kisses from his sunshine’s lips. Unfortunately, he didn’t know any other way to close the wound he made with her fangs except for a kiss like the one she graced on him and let her instincts take care of the rest.

It would take time, but eventually Jack would figure out how to use these vampire powers properly. Fortunately, Alice was being very cooperative with him even in her sleep. With her help, he was sure that he would get the hang of them in no time. Then she would never have to feel guilty about hunting people for their blood ever again. She could depend on him to take care of her hunger and every other need she had. She didn’t need anyone else but him.

Jack held a gloved finger up over bloodstained lips. “Shhh…,” he hissed in a sweet lilting voice that didn’t belong to him. “I told you to be quiet. My sunshine needs her sleep.”

The man, as if to prove how much of a waste of space he was, just let out another muffled moan.

“Really now,” Jack sighed with a shake of the head. “You just can’t listen to instructions, can you?” He brushed back the strands of curly blue hair that fell in front of his face. “This is all your fault to begin with, you know. First you touch other people without their permission - and in such inappropriate places too - then you call them such horrible names, and then you just had to resort to violence, didn’t you?”

Violence against his sunshine… Just the memory of this filthy animal trying to strike her made Jack see red. It wasn’t his fault what happened after that. Sunny Day Jack wasn’t a violent person. He would never hurt anyone. He just defended Alice from someone who dared try to hurt her. Unfortunately, sometimes such actions were necessary. It was the only thing worthless people like them understood.

This man had no one else to blame but himself that things turned out this way.

Jack crouched down and prodded at the darkening bruise he left on the man’s neck, drawing out another moan of pain. It really did seem that the intent of the vampire not only affected the person they fed on during the bite, but afterwards as well. Touching the mark Alice left on him gave him an echo of the pleasure she shared with him, practically turning it into an erogenous zone, while prodding the one he left on this man cast shadows of the pain he left behind.

Good.

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[littlemisspascal]

The Infinity Cube Part 8

Main Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Chapter Pairing: Dave York x Female Reader

Word Count: 1200+

Series Summary:  When you play with a strange cube, you’re transported out of your current reality with your boyfriend Marcus into brand new ones starring alternate versions of your boyfriend who look and act entirely different every time. With each encounter, you start to wonder if you’ll ever make it back to your real universe?

Warnings for the chapter: Language, TW: night terrors, ptsd, choking, violence, blood Angst, First time writing Dave

Author Note: Thank you everybody for your kind support of this fic! I appreciate every like, comment, and reblog 💝 A shorter chapter this time cuz Dave is tough to write for. I wrote a similar scene in Ezra’s Journal Entries and I thought it’d be interesting to twist it for Dave and Reader to experience given Dave’s background.

PART 1 / PART 7 / PART 9

When your reality stops spinning and settles again, you’re lying in a bed. The room is dark with the barest hint of moonlight peeking in through the floral patterned curtains, washing everything in pale silver.

For a moment, you’re almost fooled into believing you’re in your actual bedroom, that this whole whirlwind adventure has finally come to an end—but the wallpaper doesn’t match yours and there’s a suit and tie hanging on the back of the closet door that you’ve never seen Marcus wear.

Exhaustion pulls at your eyelids and you blame it for the reason your brain slowly comprehends there’s a warm, familiar arm curled around your waist, fingers clenching at your nightgown tight enough the knuckles bleed white. 

Another nightmare, you realize, and you make the mistake of shifting to roll over. In a heartbeat, the hand releases your clothes and grabs your neck instead. The gesture itself is threatening, but there’s no pressure behind it, no tightness or squeezing. Still, your entire body freezes, eyes staring up at the wooden beams stretching across the ceiling. 

“Dave,” you murmur softly, hoping to gently ease him out of the nightmare’s grip. “Honey, you need to wake up, okay? It’s me. Your wife and—”

Your brain spasms, latching onto those two words and playing them over and over on replay. Your wife, your wife, your wife.

Your. Wife.

It makes sense logically that sooner or later you’d be dropped into a reality where you and a version of Marcus are married. But a selfish part of you also had been clinging with desperate fingers to the hope you wouldn’t, if only so you’d never know another husband other than Marcus.

If he even wanted to marry you, that is.

And if you ever made it home.

If, if, if...

You sigh, forgetting your precarious situation for a split second, and the movement of your chest rising and falling triggers Dave’s subconscious, awakening the slumbering monster within.

He rolls on top of you, the weight of his heavier body pressing yours into the mattress, and his fingers close around your throat like a noose, a promise of impending doom. In the shadows of night, his handsome face appears cold and menacing, devoid of any recognition. 

You once thought you could never be scared of him, but the only feeling flooding through your veins right now is bone-chilling fear.

“Dave,” you whimper, digging your nails into his arm, your instincts screaming at you to fight or die. “Dave, stop it!”

Your pulse becomes frantic, blood roaring in your ears as dark thoughts start to grow in your mind, mercilessly taunting you. He’s going to kill you. The person you love the most in this whole world is going to be your murderer.

In a state of frenzied panic, you wildly throw a hand out towards the nightstand, grabbing onto the first item your fingers touch—the cube, a fucking miracle of all miracles—and ram it  against Dave’s skull with a hoarse cry. 

Dave lets out a loud grunt of pain, falling sideways onto his side of the bed with a hand pressed against the bleeding wound. You don’t waste a second, clambering off the mattress and flipping on the lightswitch while leaning your trembling body against the wall. 

“Oh, fuck,” Dave gasps, looking grievously horror-stricken. You watch him round the bed, feeling like a mouse caught in a trap, and your stomach churns with disgust when blood drips down the side of his face onto his white t-shirt. “I’m so sorry, pretty, I’m so so sorry,” he murmurs over and over again, eyes glued to the bruising already starting to form on your neck.

You hug the cube to your heaving chest, then grimace when you accidentally rub blood on your nightgown. Your eyes keep flicking from the carpet to Dave and then back again, unable to stand looking at him for longer than a few seconds. Not only does it hurt you to see your usually resilient, self-assured husband resembling a man who’s had his heart torn out of his chest, but what makes the pain of it all sting even worse is the sudden influx of memories trying to cram themselves into the shelves of your mind, replacing precious Marcus moments with ones starring Dave.

Their similarities are staggering—both work as government agents for the DIA and FBI; both prefer to be clean-shaven, maybe just a hint of occasional scruff; both want to have kids, settle down in the suburbs somewhere; both have recently taken up jogging in the mornings, always bringing you back a coffee from your favorite cafe when they return.

But for all their shared traits, there are two glaring differences you force yourself to remember, tattooing them on the side of your brain: 

It’s Dave’s ring on your finger. Not Marcus’.

And Dave is haunted by the sins of his past—of bloodshed and bombs and the loss of his partner he was too late to save.

There’s Marcus and there’s Dave, you tell yourself. Two separate men. 

MarcusDave, your mind counters stubbornly, their faces superimposing over each other, details becoming blurred. DaveMarcus. 

Your grip on the cube tightens with the urge to flee as far away as you can from here.

As if he’s privy to your thoughts, Dave says, “Don’t go.”

“Dave…” Your voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard causing you both to wince.

“Just let me hold you, pretty girl,” he says softly, barely above a whisper. “Please.”

His plea pulls on your heartstrings, crumbling your resolve into dust. You step closer, reaching out to card your fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, then gently pulling him by the back of his neck into a hug. He all but melts against you, burying his face into your neck and arms wrapping around your smaller frame.

It’s strange, finding comfort from someone who minutes ago nearly killed you. Maybe it’s the knowledge that Dave would rather jump in front of a bullet than ever hurt you—consciously, at least—that gives you peace of mind in this moment. Or maybe it’s the way he keeps pressing kisses into your hair, murmuring apologies and confessions of love in-between each one.

You pull back, swallowing thickly when you glimpse the head wound again, still sluggishly bleeding scarlet. One of your dark thoughts lingers the same way smoke does after a fire, poisoning the air with its filth. This is not your reality, but it is pretty girl’s. And when you leave, there will be no cube to save her.

“Promise me something, Brown Eyes,” you say, placing a hand on his cheek. 

“Anything.”

“Get help. If not for your own sake, then for hers. For your future family’s.”

Confusion sparks in his eyes, no doubt wondering what the hell you’re meaning, but you don’t stay to explain, turning the cube again without hesitation. 

And maybe it’s foolish to hope he remembers your words, that they come to him in the darkness in the midst of his nightmares and spare him pain. Spare them both pain. But, then again, you’ve been a fool from the very beginning thinking you can solve a cursed cube where countless others have failed. 

So fuck it. You’re going to keep on hoping for the best until the bitter end, until your heart can’t break anymore.

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