#and I have to explain shit like how there are no superheros where I’m from

[catwouthats]

Character x reader stories but done in a Jane Austin you-get-sucked-in-to-the-book/media type way

(otherwise known as getting gwenpooled, but in this case you probably aren’t 100% aroace… or maybe you are and just end up rejecting the previously fictional characters)

[avaritia-apotheosis]

5 Universes Parallel and 7 Perpendicular

Trouble often found Constantine like maggots to a corpse

A DPxDC Crossover // Read on [AO3] [FF.net] // Fic Masterlist

Trouble often found Constantine like maggots to a corpse. 

This time, Trouble’s name went by Danny Fenton. Some random kid— “hey I’m fourteen!” — with an impossible physiology and a soul that not even the most desperate demon or benevolent angel would take. Not because Danny is in any way particularly good or evil, but because Constantine is 99.998% sure the Lords of Hell and the Heavenly Hosts even knew what Danny’s soul even was in the first place. 

(If you could even…call it a soul, anyway. He isn’t sure how he can explain it, and Danny has zero clue at what Constantine’s asking for anyway. “It’s science,” Danny would say with a shrug. “Weird science, anyway. Something about ectoplasm and imprinted consciences and mutations in the DNA. I’m not sure on the specifics, but my parents can tell you.”)

Of course, being lost in another fucking universe probably didn’t help.

He clips another cigar and lights it. Cuban, full-bodied, good blend; he got it as a bonus from some clients a few weeks back and he’d been slowly making his way through the pack. He lets the smoke settle on his tongue before he puffs it out, slinging his legs up to rest on top of the coffee table with a groan. 

Danny scrunched his nose at him, uncrossing his arms to go over and open a window. 

“What?” Constantine rolled his eyes, gesturing to the boy with a cigar. “You don’t get to complain. You don’t even need to breathe.”

“Yeah and smoking still makes everything smell like crap. It’s a terrible habit, y’know.”

He huffs, smoke billowing out, and makes a note to himself to smoke like he’s a goddamn dragon just to annoy the kid. “Hey, I think putting up with a bit of my bad habit is enough compensation for having to help your penniless ass, brat.”

Danny scoffed. “It’s not like I had any choice in that.”

Which was the crux of the matter, of course. See, Constantine has had his fair share of inter-dimensional or inter-planar travel. But shit like parallel universes …well, that was more the Justice League’s purview anyway. All those alternate universes where everything is a distorted mirror of their own reality—and apparently home to way too many evil Supermen to be comfortable with— not exactly Constantine’s cup of tea. He’s had his fair share of experiences with them, but definitely not enough to actually help someone whose universe is nowhere even remotely similar to his own.

Oh, according to Danny his Earth did have a London and an America and a Korea, etc. The majority of their countries were the same, give or take a few that only seemed to exist in Constantine’s universe. But it was the people where they differed.  Remarkably, there was no Justice League in Danny’s world. Or any kind of superheroes at all. ( Like in comic books? Danny had said when Constantine asked.)

As far as Danny knew, he was the closest thing that came to a superhero in his world and half of the time people just consider him a menace.  Even big shot ‘civilians’ like Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor, or Oliver Queen were non-entities in that parallel world. Instead they got some creepy asshole called Vlad Masters who should probably get another hobby that isn’t ‘terrorizing a fourteen-year-old.’

But where this strange alternate world lacked in martians and cosmic world-ending threats, they made up for with a shit ton of ghosts. Which brought them to their current predicament: through a ridiculous set of circumstances that Danny really didn’t want to explain, the kid managed to tumble through a rift in the Infinite Realms (something that Constantine hasn’t heard of but you’ll be damn sure he’s gonna make it his business to know) and landed probably five parallel universes and seven perpendicular universes away from  his own earth and right in front of Constantine’s doorstep. (No, those were probably not the correct scientific terms but Constantine was a fucking occultist not a physicist so sue him.)

(Actually, don’t. He’d rather not deal with it.)

Constantine did try his best to do right by the kid. He’d taken Danny’s case up to the Justice League to see if they had the tech that could send the kid home. No such luck at the moment. And even if they did, they weren’t sure if they had the capabilities to connect to not only Danny’s specific branch in whatever cosmic tree was keeping everything afloat, but the correct version of Danny’s universe as well. Constantine’s other contacts said much the same thing.

And since Danny Fenton didn’t exist in this universe, he felt bad leaving the kid alone, so he offered him room and board at his place until they could find a way to get Danny home. (Or until the kid got sick and tired of Constantine’s antics and just moved out.)

(Or until Danny died. Constantine had a pretty bad track record of getting his friends killed by association, y’know. Though considering Danny’s half-ghost… could he even die again?)

(Better not push his luck.)

Constantine set his cigar aside. Danny’s still by the window, elbows propped up on the sill, eyes trained a thousand miles away. No— ‘light-years’ is probably the correct measurement here. 

Constantine rests his chin against his knuckles. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Danny shrugged, chin nestled against his open palm, fingers curled near the seam of his mouth. Nervous nail-biter, maybe? “Just…worried.” His voice is level, but you could feel the anxiety nestled deep within from the sharp staccato of his fingers against the windowsill. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. “I’ve never been gone this long from Amity Park before. It tends to…attract a lot of annoying ghosts, and it’s up to me to make sure their trouble doesn’t get too out of hand.”

“Ah. Define trouble.”

Danny laughs. “It depends on which ghost it is, I guess. Some of the regulars honestly just want to annoy me. There’s the Box Ghost—yeah that’s literally what he calls himself, he controls boxes, no I am not making this up—who should really learn to just stay in the Zone already. I think my record for beating him is like 15 minutes, and 10 of those minutes was just trying to find him. Skulker’s a bounty hunter that’s just dead set—pun intended—on skinning me for my pelt. I don’t know what he’s gonna do with that pelt, and at the rate things are going I don’t think I’ll ever find out. I’ve probably destroyed more of his robot suits than anyone else.”

Some of his rogues want to skin him? Huh. Maybe Constantine should be more concerned about how nonchalant Danny is when describing all of this. “If you got regulars, then that means you also got ghosts that only come in sometimes, right?”

“Yeah…” Danny raked a hand through his hair. “It’s part of the reason why I’m so worried. Those kinds of ghosts have been coming up at an alarming rate recently. Like, the last ghost I dealt with was this guy named Undergrowth. He’s big, green, looks like a giant weed, and is pretty much able to control all plant life. He took control of the entire town and essentially enslaved everyone using mind vines. I literally had to develop a new powerset just to fight him.”

“Huh. Must be tough, having to fight all this on your own.” 

“It is, yeah…but I’m not alone. My friends help me.”

Constantine lowers his feet to the floor. He scoots up to the edge of his ratty old sofa and pats down the spot next to him. “Friends? That’s good, at least. Tell me about them.”

“Well…” Danny let out a sharp exhale, eyes wavering between the window and the empty spot on the couch as if deciding where he’d be more comfortable being at. Eventually, he pushes himself away from the window and tentatively sits down on the couch, fingers drumming against the burgundy cushions. “There’s Sam and Tucker. I’ve known Tucker since forever ago, but the two of us became friends with Sam back in middle school. They were there with me when I, well, became this. And ever since then, they’ve been helping me fight all the ghosts that’ve been coming through the portal.”

There’s a smile on Danny’s lips as he talks about them. Soft but bright. A flash of teeth every time he has to hold back a laugh whenever he suddenly remembers a funny story. He talks about Tucker’s genius with technology, Sam’s interest in the occult,  and how the two of them have a running argument regarding their food preferences. He goes into anecdotes about their adventures, and how so many of Danny’s own victories couldn’t have been done without their help.

“Sounds like you trust them,” Constantine said.

“With my life.” There’s an air of gravity in the way Danny said those words. As if they were an unwavering truth of the universe.

He placed a comforting hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Then trust that they’ll be able to hold down the fort until you get back.”

Danny’s eyes widened a fraction, before he hung his head low, smiling sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Suddenly finding himself feeling very awkward at this almost-tender moment, Constantine slapped his knees once and pushed himself off the couch. “Well, best stop your worrying for now, kid. Come on, grab your jacket. Let's go get some Nando’s.”

Danny’s brows scrunched up in confusion. “The heck is Nando’s?”

“Oh you poor, poor, American. Come on, let me introduce you to the wonders that is peri peri chicken.”

Trouble often found Constantine like maggots to a corpse. But maybe this time, he didn’t mind Trouble so much. 

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; the one where Kon's soulmark isn't fake. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

The mark he’s got is just a lie, and that’s all he’ll ever have. 

“Are you hurt?" Clark Kent asks, because the asshole doesn't even have the decency to be an asshole, and Superboy feels like absolute shit. “Looks like you took a few hits in there.” 

“Uh–I guess,” Superboy says, resisting the self-conscious urge to try and hide the scorch marks on his jacket. He probably should’ve tossed it in the trash too, but–he doesn’t know, really. Maybe he can figure out how to fix it or something. The glasses were definitely a loss, but . . . maybe he can fix the jacket, if he tries. 

Like he even knows how to fix anything, Christ. 

“I’m fine,” he says again, because he’s not a crappy enough superhero to be concerning a civilian, dammit. Like, sure, he’s half-fried and feels like he got hit by a truck, but that’s not something you just tell the civilians. Especially not the civilians with press passes. 

Especially not the civilians who might be Superman’s soulmate and could tell him all about how bad you’d fucked up again the next time he came over to hang out or . . . whatever, exactly, Superman and Clark Kent do together. 

They must hang out, right? If they’re actually soulmates? Like–how could they not? If Superboy had a soulmate, he’d– 

He doesn’t have a soulmate. So like–it doesn’t matter, what he’d do if he did. He woke up with a fake mark that he was stupid enough to think was a real one at first, but that’s all he’s got. Just–that’s it. Nothing else.

So it doesn’t matter, what he’d do if he had a real one.

Clark Kent opens his mouth like he’s gonna say something, and Superboy can already hear the dude telling Superman how fucking weird he is later, and probably Lois Lane already has, and he just–he doesn’t know how he’d even explain it to– 

He needs to be normal about this, he reminds himself, and then does the most un-normal thing possible and just bolts straight up into the sky. Doesn’t even–say anything, or anything. 

He’d have been a lot less normal if he’d tried to say anything, though. 

Superboy takes off at full-speed and flies across town, and doesn't really know where he's going. Just–away, definitely. He wants to be away. 

He kinda just needs to, it feels like. 

It's stupid. It doesn't matter how far away he gets from embarrassing himself or fucking up or from Superman's probably-soulmate. It's not like it changes anything. It's not like it–matters. 

No matter where he goes, his own stupid self and own stupid issues are all ending up there too. 

Superboy ends up on top of a skyscraper, not exactly hiding up it but maybe not not hiding up it. He just–that's where he ends up. He sits on the ledge, and looks down at the cars passing on the street stories and stories below, and thinks about nearly getting Lois Lane killed and embarrassing himself in front of her and Clark Kent and being, like–stupid. 

Stupid enough to think he’d have ever had a soulmark. There's clones who do get them, he knows. Like–that's a thing. 

But he was supposed to be Superman, not anyone of his own, so he should've known better than to think he'd be one of them. 

He glowers down at his boots, then rubs the arm of his stupid scorched-up jacket that he doesn't know how to fix across his nose and mouth and just . . . 

Then he hears a familiar rush of air, and his first reflexive thought is fuck.

Superboy looks up to find Superman hovering in the air, like, a lousy ten feet away. Not even ten feet away. He tries not to cringe or look as pathetic as he feels, but he's sure he looks pretty fucking pathetic anyway. His jacket’s a mess and he's a mess and he fucked up something simple again and– 

“Kid?” Superman says with a concerned frown, floating in and down a little closer. “Is everything alright?” 

“Uh,” Superboy says, and then has the very weird thought that–like, maybe Superman isn't here to tell him he needs to be more careful or try harder, maybe he's . . . maybe he just came to, like . . . check on him, or– 

He crushes down that stupid thought, because what the fuck, like he's a fucking–like he's an actual kid or something? Like he can't take care of himself? Like he's really enough of an entitled dumbass to think that Superman would waste the time on that when he's got a whole city and a whole damn planet full of people without superpowers to worry about, and Superboy’s just, like, minimally scorched because of his own stupid fuck-ups anyway? 

And like, upset, he guesses. But that's also because of his own stupid fuck-ups. 

Fuck, he really is pathetic. 

“Yeah, all good here, man,” he says, and forces the usual grin he wears when he needs to look, like–confident, or whatever. Maybe it'll even work, if Superman doesn't pay too much attention to the scorch marks or how frizzy his hair probably is. “Uh–what's up?” 

Also, like, what the fuck are you even doing here? he doesn't ask, though he's kind of wondering about it. If Superman was anywhere near Metropolis when all that shit in the bank was going down, why wasn’t he in the bank? Like, Superboy is not egotistical enough to believe that Superman would not have gotten involved in that situation, with how bad a job he’d been doing at managing it. 

Honestly, on a day like today, he would’ve appreciated the back-up.

[polkadotpenguin16]

The Five Stages of Grief: Denial

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader

Tags: more angst; language

Word count: 1,871

Previous parts: Prologue

You went from crying on your bathroom floor to your best friend’s kitchen. Floors seemed to be the best place for a mental breakdown. Your friend wasn’t much of a drinker, but she did have a couple boxes of white wine meant for cooking. She said this was a much better use.

It did the trick.

You couldn’t believe you just walked away from Sonny like that. But you felt like you had no other options. You’ve spent far too long in relationships, both romantic and platonic, being someone’s second choice. Waiting for them to choose you. You couldn’t do it again.

“And he just stood there trying to explain why he just HAD to help AMANDA tonight.” You were retelling the night’s events, a little tipsy from the shitty wine. “How could he think that was okay? Spending all night at some other woman’s house?! How can someone be so smart, and so cute, and so…fucking stupid?”

“Probably all that hair gel,” she suggested nonchalantly. “Too thick to let any commonsense in.”

That made you snort through your nose. She was always good at making heavy situations feel lighter.

“I’m really sorry, girlfriend. You deserve better.” She tenderly rubbed your shoulder, trying to soothe your broken heart. “But you know Sonny. He’s a little…thick…but he’s got a big heart. He just wants to help everyone. That’s why you fell in love with him, remember? Sonny the Superman?”

“Whatever.” You took another swig from the box. “It’s probably better this way.”

“Hey, now, you don’t mean that—”

“I DO mean that! I was never good enough for him!” You were getting animated, spilling wine everywhere. “You’re right—he’s Superman. He needs to be with somebody just as super. Someone he can fight crimes with. Or talk about his lawyer-y stuff with who actually understands him. I mean, who knows what the hell he’s talking about? He should come with a translator. And build a perfect life with them. Y’know, the two-and-a-half kids, a dog, and the white picket fence and shit!”

You started crying again. How did you have any tears left? “He deserves the best. And she’s it! Hell, he’s probably been in love with her since they met. Why he settled for a nobody like me in the first place, I’ll never know. I’m no superhero. My power is organizing spreadsheets and tripping over my own feet. He could have Wonder Woman. Why would he want to be stuck with…whoever the fuck Superman’s lame girlfriend is!”

Your friend was quiet, letting you vent and trying to find the right words. “I know it seems that way right now.” She softens her voice, forcing you to listen more intently to hear her. “That this is all doom and gloom. Just give it time. Have some grace. His love is genuine, and he never considered it settling. You’ll work everything out.”

Resting your head against the refrigerator, you sighed. “I don’t think this can be fixed, girl. Maybe…maybe it shouldn’t be.”

She leaned in for a hug, wrapping you tightly in her embrace. You sob into her shoulder, deeply leaning into her for support. You sat silently for a while, the same thought echoing over and over in your mind.

Maybe it’s better this way…

Sonny was brought out of his trance by his alarm buzzing. He hadn’t slept at all. He just kept replaying what happened last night. It was in crystal clear high-definition in his head. How heartbroken you were. How hurt you were.

Then you just disappeared.

He hoped you’d text him when you got to your friend’s place like he asked. For his peace of mind and a sign that you didn’t completely hate him. Anxiously staring at his phone for much longer than he knew it would take you to get there, it felt like his heart was going to erupt from his chest. The list of horrific things that could’ve happened to you was getting too long. Desperate, Sonny texted your friend. He just had to know where you were. It wasn’t until after 2 in the morning that he got a reply.

Yeah she’s here.

Well, at least he knew you were safe. Still uneasy, he dared to ask if you were okay. Deep down, he already knew the answer, and it was reinforced by her response.

You think she’d be here if she was okay? Give her some time. When she’s ready, you better fix this mess you made.

This disconnect was torturing him. He wanted to fix things now. But your friend was right. He resigned himself to waiting until you came back later.

He tries his best to put himself together and heads to the precinct. Dragging his feet, he stumbled into the bullpen.

“You get hit by a bus on the way?” Rollins immediately noticed his haggard appearance. “You look like crap.”

“Good morning to you, too,” he muttered sitting at his desk, head in his hands, trying to collect himself.

“What, your girlfriend kick you out or something?” Fin joked from his seat.

“Actually, she left last night.”

“Wait, really?” Rollins was surprised to hear this. He made the two of you sound like a fairytale love story. You were his favorite topic and would bring you up in every conversation he could. She wondered what could have changed.

Fin glared at him suspiciously. “Whaddya do?”

Sonny took a deep breath. “I, uh, forgot about our date last night, and I, sorta…stood her up.” He was mentally kicking himself for being such a moron. The guilt made his stomach churn and his head throb.

“Dude...” Fin sat back in his chair and leered.

“I know, I know. I was helping Rollins, and I just—I spaced it. She packed a bag and went to stay with her friend.”

“That’s a bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?” Rollins tilted her head back and forth as she weighed out his actions. “But I get why she’d be upset. You should’ve told me you had plans, Carisi.”

Sonny buried his face deeper into his hands, feeling even guiltier.

“Stood her up? She ain’t ever gonna forget that, man,’” Fin remarked, rubbing salt into his wounds.

“But it’s gonna be fine.” Sonny sat up with a newfound determination. “We’ll talk tonight when she gets back. I’ll beg for forgiveness, and it’ll all work out.”

Rollins looked at him skeptically. “You sure about that?”

“Of course, I’m sure!” He huffed, astonished she would even ask. “Couples fight, it’s natural. They kiss, they make up, and things go back to how they were.”

“Most fights don’t include the girl leaving in the middle of the night,” Fin pointed out.

“She just—she needed some time to cool down.” You’ve always been able to resolve your arguments. They’d never been this intense before, but Sonny was confident this was all going to blow over. “She’s gonna come home and we’ll talk. I’m gonna fix this, and this will all have been a horrible dream.”

“If you say so.” Sounding unconvinced, she returned to her laptop.

Luckily, it was a slow day at the station. A rarity as of late. Sonny busted his hump finishing all his paperwork so he could ask Benson if he could head out early.

“Leaving so soon?” Rollins questioned as he put on his coat.

“Gotta run to the store and grab some things for dinner. I want everything to be perfect when she gets back.”

“I’d be picking up some flowers if I were you,” Fin advised as he sipped his coffee.

“That too—the whole nine yards.”

“Well, best of luck to you,” she hollered as he sprinted toward the elevator.

He went to the store and picked up everything to make chicken marsala. It was the first dish he ever cooked for you. He bought extra ingredients so he would have enough leftovers for you to have lunch for work tomorrow.

He swung by the flower stand to pick up a bouquet of sunflowers—your favorites. He planned out his apology in his head on the way back. Thinking of all the ways he messed up and how he would rectify them.

When he got home, he called out to you, but didn’t hear a response. Setting the bags down, he looked around the apartment to see that you weren’t home yet. Concerned, he checked his watch. It was a little early. You were probably still at work. He unpacked the groceries and started preparing dinner.

After washing the produce and still no sign of you, worry started to creep in. He knew you needed some space last night, but surely, you’d come back soon. He was positive you missed him as much as he missed you. So, he decided to send you a text.

Hey doll, what time are you coming home? Getting dinner on the stove and want it to be ready when you get back.

There was no answer. Five minutes turned into ten. He chopped up the mushrooms and garlic and let them sauté in the pan before checking his phone. There was still nothing. He opened a bottle of beer to help settle his nerves. It was half-way gone when he checked again.

Still, nothing.

Not wanting to panic yet, he texted you again.

I’m sorry about last night. I really need to talk to you. I miss you.

Several more minutes passed. He could see the messages labeled as “read” on his phone. You just weren’t responding. Skipping past panic and going into full-blown hysteria, he fumbled with his phone trying to call you. He paced around the kitchen anxiously while listening to the phone ring.

Once. Twice. Three times.

He heard the call pick up after the fourth ring. But he couldn’t hear anyone on the other end. “Doll?” He asked hesitantly, wondering if you had actually answered.

He barely heard a whisper, “…yes…”

“Doll, are you okay?! When are you coming home?” He was frantic, talking a mile a minute. “Please come back! I’m really sorry and have to talk to you—I need to explain. We’ve gotta work this out. Just please—I need you to come home!”

You silently wept while listening to him ramble. You wanted to believe this could all be fixed, but your heart was telling you it would be futile. The cycle would just continue. What would happen the next time someone else needed him? Would you be enough?

“I’m sorry…” You were barely able to get your words out. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?!” It felt like his whole world was slipping through his fingers. Like water through a sieve. He was unable to stop it or even slow it down. “We have to fix this! Please come home!”

“I love you, but I just…” The line went quiet. He called out your name once, twice, but it was useless.

You were gone.

Sonny had never felt so defeated in his life. Slumping against the counter, he slammed his phone down. His eyes started to feel wet. He stood in the kitchen and quietly cried, taken aback by the fallout of one night. One mistake. One forgotten date.

[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt37

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Marvin woke up and saw that he was alone in his bed. Why was he disappointed about that fact? It was so weird that he had expected to see Jackie next to him. He must have just gotten so used to that habit of sharing a bed after seeing each other late in the night, so the shift was throwing him off. Marvin had mocked Dark for not being able to change the routine, but maybe he was the same. 

“Ugh.” Marvin groaned at that thought, hating that he could have anything in common with Dark. He sat up and looked at the empty spot again. Jackie had been acting really strange the last time he saw him. He should ask him about it to see if he needed anything. If they wanted to take care of Night today, they all had to be at their best.

“Morning, Marvin.” Chase greeted as Marvin went into the kitchen after getting dressed for the day. 

“Morning. I was told you and Henrik had an interesting night.” Marvin shot a grin to Henrik, who was sitting at the small table and now choking on his coffee. 

“It-It was-It was a nice dinner.” Chase sputtered out. 

“Yeah, the hickey confirms that.” Marvin pointed to Chase’s neck and chuckled. Chase could only let out some gibberish while Henrik hid his face with his hand. 

“Found the fucker.” Anti said as he walked in, tapping away on his phone. “Looks like he’s heading back to where he first popped up. Probably doing that whole ‘returning to the scene of the crime’ bullshit.” He tucked his phone into his pocket and then clapped his hands. “When Jackie gets here, we can head out and ruin that shit's day.” 

“We? You mean myself and Jackie?” Marvin corrected.

“I’m coming with you two, didn’t Chase tell you?” Anti shrugged.

“No. No, he didn’t.” Marvin turned to look at Chase. “Anti is coming with us?” 

“As a backup,” Chase explained. “Just in case something goes wrong, he can step in and help.”

“We don’t need his help.” Marvin huffed. 

“What’s going on?” Jackie was finishing putting on his hoodie as he stepped into the room. 

“Take an apple. We’re going to the forest.” Marvin grabbed said apple, plopping it into Jackie’s hand, and then grabbed the collar of the hoodie to pull Jackie out of the house. 

x~x~x

“Mad says that Host never explained what was changing in the vision, so there’s nothing for us to work off of that,” Jackie said as he read his text. “Do we have a plan?” 

“Knock Night out and drag his body to the Manor.” Marvin rolled up his sleeves. 

“How?”

“Distract him, and I’ll take over from there.” 

“Are you sure?” Jackie noticed how Marvin’s usual confident energy was different. There was an anger behind it. He wasn’t able to read emotions like Mad was, but Jackie could tell when someone was pissed at the world. 

“I got this. I know what I’m doing.” Marvin fixed his hair so it was in a tight ponytail. Jackie had a really bad feeling about this, but he trusted Marvin…he also didn’t want Marvin to get hurt. “Are you okay?” Marvin noticed how Jackie seemed hesitant. That wasn’t how he was. Something was wrong. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just ready to be done with this.” Jackie weakly laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“So am I. We can splurge at that cafe when this is finished.” Marvin suggested, waving his hand over his face and his mask appearing. “I think they got a new cherry pie we can try.” 

“That sounds good.” Jackie wished they could just skip to that. 

“There he is.” Marvin pointed before disappearing in the next blink. Jackie followed where Marvin’s hand had been and saw Night looking around, annoyance clear on his face. 

“I got this,” Jackie said to himself and then took a deep breath, letting it out as he jogged over to Night. “Hey!”

“Oh great, it’s you.” Night scoffed. “No friend?” 

“Are you doing alright?” Jackie avoided having to lie by asking a question instead and letting himself ramble. “Like, have you been eating? You look super tired. Did you get kicked out of the hotel? Probably couldn’t use that card for too long. We could, like, make you a sandwich or something. Can never go wrong with a good sandwich.” He saw Marvin making his way around, getting closer to Night’s back. 

“Did you really track me down again to offer food?” Night rolled his eyes. 

“I’ve done it before. Marvin, my friend, was the previous person to show up and I wanted to make sure he was okay so I left these like little care boxes with some food and water and tea.” Jackie outlined a box with his hands, a smile on his face as he recalled the memory of watching Marvin eat the food he made. 

“This friend, you care about him, don’t you?” Night raised a brow.

“Well, yeah, he’s my friend.”

“That is not what I mean. You care about him.” 

“I-uh-he’s just-he’s my friend.” Jackie cleared his throat. 

“Allow me to give you some advice. Drop those ‘feelings’ of yours. Nothing good will come from it.” Jackie noticed that now Night was the one rambling instead. Maybe he could keep him going to keep him even more distracted. “Love won’t get you anywhere. It’s just a nuisance in your way of getting what you want and need. If marriage is ever involved, it’s for power, to trade, to ensure the balance of things. The fact that my own ‘loving wife’ has yet to show is a sign of that.” 

“You’re married?” 

“I am Night. She is Day. It’s how it is meant to be.” 

“So you don’t love her?”

“There is no need. It's not like I have to worry about ‘my heart’ or anything like that. I don’t know her own stance but we know our purpose, so there’s no point in fighting against it. Not like anyone would ever get me to do a double-take, as one might say.” Night chuckled. “If you’re done disturbing my work, I am going to see if I can find-” He stopped, going stiff as Marvin’s glowing hands got close to him. Night quickly turned and swung his leg, just missing hitting Marvin. 

“Wait!” Jackie ran over and got between Night and Marvin, holding his arms out. “Just come-” He didn’t get to finish before Night slapped his arms away, rammed the heel of his palm against his nose, and then caught one of his arms with both hands. 

“No more warnings.” Night’s eyes darkened and, without hesitation, jerked his hands toward each other. A loud sickening snap echoed through the trees and the sound that followed was Jackie’s scream.  

“Jackie!” Marvin watched Jackie fall over, clinging to his arm that bent at an unnatural angle. “You fucker!” The glowing on his hands got brighter, the green color’s shade going darker and darker as he lunged himself at Night. 

Marvin threw his punches wildly, not thinking, just lashing out. He wanted to cause as much damage as he could. Anger built up with each miss, and it continued to get stronger even when he managed a blow across Night’s face. He needed to do more. He needed to keep going. The green of his magic was nearly black, losing full control over the chaos magic he had dug into. 

Night was beginning to struggle, unable to keep up with the rapid movements, and all of the air left his lungs when a solid punch to his stomach slammed him into a nearby tree. He gasped his breath as he watched Marvin charging for him once more. 

But a new scream made him stop. 

Jackie. 

Marvin turned and saw Jackie still on the ground, but he wasn’t moving, and his arm was somewhat straight again. 

He looked back, and Night was gone. He ran off. Marvin had seen the fear in his eyes. 

He had won…but it wasn’t worth it. 

“Jackie.” Marvin had the glowing fade, but the very tips of his fingers were still black. “Jackie? Jackie? Hey, you with me?” He went down to his knees, seeing the blood on Jackie’s face. “Shit, shit.” Marvin tore off the bottom of his shirt to try to clean off some of the blood, wanting to see if his nose was broken or not. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay. Just-Just wake up…Jackie? Jackie, I need you to wake up.” He thickly swallowed and let the fabric fall to the grass as he began to cough. Marvin looked at his hand, seeing something black on his palm but ignored it as he took his mask off. “Jackie? Jackie, please.” Marvin placed his clean hand on Jackie’s cheek, turning his head in hopes that facing him would work. “Wake up…look at me…wake up right now and we’ll-we’ll watch those Deadpool movies or-or we can go get you new comic books.” He blinked away tears beginning to form. “We’re going to go get those sweets, right? That pie and we can also get some cookies and brownies and anything that sounds good to you.” Marvin felt dizzy, vision blurring for a second and he tried to shake it off. “Jackie, please. Jackie, please wake up. Please. Jackie, darling, wake up.” He didn’t even realize the pet name came out. “Jackie…” Marvin had to let Jackie go to catch himself, pressing his hand to the grass. “Shit…”

He did too much, he did the magic wrong, and his body was giving up on him.

Marvin sniffed and fumbled around until he got his phone out, hand shaking as he dialed the first number he could get to.

“Anti…help…please.”

He managed to get the words out before everything went dark.

[eriquin]

Okay so the Superhero AU

Back in October, I got into a fanfic brainstorm on discord with @kedreeva, @whydamnitwhy, and @fiore-della-valle about a Steddie Superhero AU. And @captainhaterade has been telling me to just post the ficlet/outline ideas I have instead of letting them waste away in my drafts folders, so here it is.

Warning tags? Deals with injuries, blood, fighting, secret identities, and mind-wipes.

(you are here) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

...

Hellfire (Eddie) shows up at Steve’s apartment, bleeding and in costume. He comes in through the window, or maybe the skylight. He’s got a full-concealment mask that also covers his hair, and Steve knows who he is based on his costume. He also knows that Dustin and the Party run around with him sometimes. Hellfire asks if he’s the EMT that the Party knows, and if he can do some quick stitches for him. He’s wobbly on his feet and wouldn’t have asked but... And he just shrugs and doesn't explain. Like he didn’t know where else to go. “Just something quick to keep me going and I’ll get out of your hair.” 

Steve has never been able to turn down someone in medical need so he gets his kit out and has him sit on a bench or table, under some bright lights so he can work. But Steve is also grumbling the whole time. Like “I’ll help you but I’m not hiding how annoyed I am about it.” He wants to know what happened and if the party was involved. Hellfire says that they weren’t. It was just him versus some goons and one of them got a lucky hit. Steve sees that it’s much more than a lucky hit. It’s a deep puncture wound and will need more than stitches. It’s between the ribs and even through the mask Steve can tell that Hellfire isn’t breathing right. He thinks it’s a punctured lung. Hellfire says that’s fine, ‘cause he’s got two of those, right? And the full-concealment mask is one of those hard shell ones, but Steve can see blood from the bottom of it. He runs his fingers under Hellfire’s chin to show him, and then Hellfire is swearing and laying down on Steve’s table, obviously much worse off than he thought. He doesn’t pass out but it’s a close thing, and Steve is very sure that he’s not going to be able to fix this here. 

He does a minor patch-up job but it’s going to need more. He wants to call someone, and there are definitely places that Hellfire could go to get this treated without revealing his identity, but Steve also knows that Hellfire tends to not trust people and wouldn’t understand how Steve would know about those places. 

It’s all moot when the people pursuing Hellfire break into Steve’s apartment.

They’re counter-heroes; third-tier heroes who police the vigilante scene and administer some sort of “justice.” Steve thinks they’re basically no different from vigilantes themselves, but they have better press. But they also have some rules they’re supposed to follow, and it’s much closer to police rules. He tries to hide Hellfire in his bathroom and tell the counter-heroes that they have to come back with a warrant, but they push their way with a shout about him harboring a dangerous villain. He says that he’s a medical professional and that they’re violating... Well, he can’t actually remember what law they’re violating, but it’s definitely one. They try to push past him or subdue him. That’s when he goes into fight mode. 

It’s rough, but Steve’s a bruiser and knows how to go for knock-outs. He also has plenty of makeshift weapons around the house. So the three person team that’s geared towards sneaking around and taking out a summoner gets their ass handed to them by a barbarian. Even the one who has side-step powers and a stiletto barely manages to scratch him before he’s grabbing them by the throat and smacking them repeatedly on the table. He does take a few bad hits, but by the time it’s over he’s already healing. And Hellfire is watching him from the bathroom door. He still has his mask on but Steve hears him mutter “oh shit” before he slumps over and passes out.

Steve’s on the wire to Robin to get an emergency crew together for cleanup at his apartment and medical help. Robin’s like “oh damn.” Then Steve’s double checking Hellfires’ wounds. He’s definitely bleeding too much. He manages to get the bottom part of the faceplate off so he can check on Hellfire’s breathing and he’s bleeding from his mouth. Steve’s worried about him choking on it. He swears the whole time but decides to use the wound-absorption power on him because he’ll heal a punctured lung faster than Hellfire will, apparently. So he’s sitting next to an unconscious vigilante when Robin (name? Parrot? Canary? Swift? Let’s go with Swift so she can make baby-eating jokes and then complain that no one gets them) and Nancy (Hot Wheels) show up, teleported in by Erica (Lady Applejack). 

Erica and Nancy take care of the counter-heroes that Steve has taken out, removing them and promising to get someone to mess with their heads so they don’t know where they got beat up or what they were doing. It’s probably going to be Argyle. He’s great at that shit, even if he primarily uses his mind-altering powers on himself.

Robin helps get Steve somewhere comfortable while he heals and then drags Hellfire to the couch. She complains about having to do physical activity the whole time, since he’s the one with super strength. He’s like “Okay, we’ll trade. I’ll carry him, you can sit around healing a punctured lung. Sound good?” She rolls her eyes at him. She asks if she should go get his mask (does he even have one) but Steve reasons that Hellfire came to his apartment, so he knows his face already. 

Robin comments on him having taken off part of Hellfire’s mask, like that was a major no-no, but Steve shrugs it off. Medic’s privilege. He does send Robin away so that Hellfire won’t realize someone else saw part of his face. Robin tells him to keep on the comms with her and let her know what happens. 

Steve hangs out until Hellfire wakes up. When he’s healed up (maybe 20 minutes?), he does a quick check to make sure he didn’t miss anything critical on Hellfire, but the guy is just napping. He eventually does wake up, seemingly from a nightmare. Hellfire sits up abruptly and checks his wounds really quick. Then freaks out about his mask being half off and glares at Steve. Steve can tell he’s glaring by his frown. He wants the rest of his mask back.

Steve keeps holding onto it: You’re welcome, by the way.  Hellfire: You know the deal. Hand it over. Steve: The deal is you fucking thank someone for going out of their way to help you.  Hellfire: I thought I was going to a god-damned EMT, not— Steve: I am an EMT, asshole.  Hellfire: You’re a super. You’ve got, what? Super-strength and fast healing? What are you...

Hellfire sees the bloody spot on Steve’s shirt that matches his own and prods at his side again. He knows that Steve didn’t get stabbed while he fought and realizes what must’ve happened. He’s done enough research to know that sympathetic healing is not a common ability. Steve is uncomfortable in the silence and holds his mask out to him. 

Steve: Look, you’re all better now. Right? So get the hell out of my apartment.  Hellfire takes his mask back and mutters, softly: Thank you.

He leaves through the skylight again after putting himself back together. Steve relaxes and complains over the comms to Robin about being bruised and ruined clothes and having to clean up a bunch of blood. He spends the next hour getting everything back in order before he goes to bed. 

...

I've got the rest but I'll put it in another post, I think.

[celestie0]

Hii! This is my first time messaging any fanfic author (I'm an extremely anxious person and tend to be more of a lurker LOL) I'm so sorry but this might be a long one lmfao

First of all, the way you write in general? Absolutely phenomenal!! The way you characterise and describe scenes is honestly so incredibly immersing. I've always had a relatively easy time imagining scenes in my head when reading, even with relatively little detail, but the way you word everything puts the scene straight into my head and it's such a wonderful experience!

Your characterisation of Gojo (in all your works!!) is probably my absolute favourite out of any fanfics I've read of him (trust me I've read an embarrassing amount :sob:). The way you actually capture what he feels like in canon, without making him feel super mean or cold, but still retaining that side of being emotionally repressed is absolutely chefs kiss!!

I also really love y/n in both kickoff and ihm so much. I relate to both of them in different ways, but probably more so ihm reader personality wise (might also be because I'm around the same age as her lmao). As someone who is very emotionally repressed due to trauma (especially of loved ones leaving you), the way you've portrayed those sides of reader in ihm is VERY spot on!! And I would like to add that I, for one, LOVE slow burn, so I don't mind the pace ihm is going at right now personally!

Chapter 12 of Kickoff?!?!? Holy shit I was literally sat there blushing, kicking my feet and giggling. It was absolutely hilarious and super cliché in the absolutely best way possible (I absolutely love clichés if they're well used!)

I could honestly wait years for anything you write. Never feel any pressure to churn out your writing and take it at your own pace!! My genuine first thought after finishing the latest chapter of Kickoff was that it was sooo worth the wait haha.

Personally I have an extremely hard time writing anything but angst, because I like making myself sad I guess who knows LOL But I'm sooo excited about your next work!! I absolutely love the song you're basing it off of <3

AND did I also see some talk about a potential Spider-man Gojo fic in the future??? Cos I would honestly probably scream (in a good way lol) if you ever did that, he's my alltime favourite superhero!!

Okok this is getting really long, but I found this photo of four football players a bit ago and thought I absolutely HAD to draw them as Gojo, Geto, Choso and Nanami from Kickoff (adding the art at the bottom)! But I haven't gotten around to colouring it yet (or cleaning it up considering it's just a sketch lmaoo) cos I'm stuck on how to do the jerseys. So I have two questions! I know you've explained the colours of their jerseys, but do you have any particular idea in mind of what the design on the jersey itself looks like? As in where the colours are placed specifically etc? And we know Gojo's signature jersey number, but do you have numbers for the rest of them too? (I may or may not also have a wip of a drawing of just Gojo from Kickoff too!)

I'm sorry there's A LOT of different plot points in my message??? The most important part was just to convey, hey, I love the way you write and you should definitely give yourself some more credit cos you are genuinely a really good writer!! <3 (Though I know us artists tend to be our own worst critics LOL)

hi love i’m so sorry this took me a sec to respond to!! first off thanks you so much for sending me such a sweet ask :’’’) i literally gaspeddd when i saw it

aaa i’m so happy the scenes feel immersive!! and that you enjoy my characterization of gojo aaa i’m so happy to hear that. and yes i totally relate to ihm reader’s suppression of her emotions due to trauma and lack of trust so it’s been very…cathartic yet challenging to write for her, but i wouldn’t have it any other way hahah

i’m so glad you enjoyed kickoff ch12!! i totally agree that chapter was so cliche, honestly it made me cringe while i was writing it because i typically hate cliches esp when they’re corny rather than on-the-nose, but i posted it anyways bc i figured maybe i just hate it bc i’m the author xd but it seems my readers enjoyed it so :’’0 perhaps i made the right choice

oh you are too kind. i really appreciate you looking out for me <3 tbh i’ve been feeling really overwhelmed lately, and it’s been really hard to deal with the emotions, but coming on here and seeing sweet works n ppl interacting w my stories brings me lots of happiness n i can’t thank you enough :’’) yes i will definitely take my time bahahha that i can assure you LOL and i’m so happy to know you’re looking forward to more of my works!! you’re so right about artists/authors being our own worst critics. i swear no one has been as mean to my writing as i have LMFAOOO but alas i think i’ve gotten better in trusting my direction n kinda choosing what i think is best soooo. progress i suppose? hahah

ok. now. i can talk about. THE ART?!?!?!?!? HELLO!!!!!!! OH MY GODD?!?!!?!?! ok i KNOWWW that’s it’s just a sketch so far but tell me whERE MY PANTIES HAVE GONE?!?!?!? WHERE MY CLOTHES ARE AT?!?!??!

the expression on kickoff gojo’s face has me reeling he looks so focused n sexy and THE HEADBAND PUSHING HIS HAIR UP OUT OF HIS FACE YES YES YES 100% THAT’S HOW I PICTURE IT WHEN I WRITE AAA and kickoff geto’s expression too pls i could cum (sorry i hope this isn’t weird to say lmfaooo i am also very respectfully looking at your artwork as well aaa) nanami’s hair looks so nice too

as for the uniforms hmm i know i said like gold and blue colors, i believe actual real-life UTOKYO has more of a yellowish color but i actually like gold better hence why i chose gold. but…i can imagine the whole jersey being blue and then with gold accents then white numbering?

here are some options!! like w the first one, probs sky blue fabric with the white stripes as gold instead, and then the numbers/brand sponsors or whatever are in white? they would probs have like “UTOKYO” in large print somewhere too, maybe underneath their numbers or sumn. tbh i think the middle one is the nicest, i can picture the stripes of blue and gold, and then accents in white. but the third one also works too!!

as for numbers hmm. ok yes gojo is #10, geto is #7, choso is #4 and nanami is #24 :0 that sounds…about right! LOL i hope i don’t have it somewhere in the other chapters that they are different numbers although i don’t think i’ve assigned the other boys numbers before

BUT I HOPE THIS HELPS AND THANKS SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR DRAWING FANART INSPIRED BY MY FIC!!!! I AM SO HUMBLED BY YOU AND I’M SOOOO EXCITED TO SEE THE FINAL DRAWING BUT ALSO NO PRESSURE AAAAAAAA

so much loveee <333

[dakiddowndastreet]

GAAP (Demon 79) x reeder

Warning:blood, panic attack, strong language

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“Hello there” the voice rang through the peace. It was a low voice with a very thick English accent northern to be exact. “sorry I didn’t mean startle you”.

“Huh” I said in a confused tone. What the fuck is going on right now? I thought to myself, confused. “ yeah so basically you’ve got the whole world in your hands right now. If you don’t like kill three people in like three days, the whole world is going to go to shit”. A black figure appeared in front of me. I had a monstrous like Face that was the score of the deer and a weird black foggy like Buddy that was shaped like some sort of animal, but I can’t put my finger on what type of animal. I fell to the ground I was terrified. They started to roll down my face.

“ what the fuck are you?” I yelled loudly. “Oh yeah, I forgot about humans don’t like this appearance or too much” I was huddled down in the corner of the kitchen I was terrified.

I close my eyes tightly, wishing that this could all just be a dream. Something weird happened now. All of a sudden all the lights turned on again. “ how about this? Does this look better to you? my last human thought it was quite interesting…” I stayed up at the … Man? What was going on? I swear he didn’t look like that a couple of seconds ago he was wearing 70s disco outfit. That was why were they white fluffy coat resembling a sort of polar bear and platform shoes, and I can’t forget about the flares.

“anyway like I said before you need to kill three people and yeah ummmmm that saves the world” he Crouch down to me and grabbed my shoulder. ” what the fuck are you?” I said to the tall black man. “ well I’m gaap spell like GAAP. Most people get the wrong you would be surprised. So I’m like a Demon, and this is like my job is hard to explain” the Demon explained enthusiastically to me.

I folded into myself once more.” why does she always happened to me? Why can’t it up and someone else for once?” I whispered to myself. “Awwwwww be like that, plus you wanna save the world .who doesn’t like a good superhero” he replied trying to be positive.

I got up and just walked away. “ where are you going?” he asked I didn’t listen to him and I just started walking away. I thought to myself if I just walked away everything with Stop. I left my apartment and started to walk through the streets. Everywhere I looked he was there following me, he kept asking me to turn around talk to him and just answer him and do as he asks if not, “the world will go to shit.” he said. “ oh so fucking what it’s not my fucking problem is it” “ well actually is to be honest with you, you’re the only one that can save us well us humans and I guess animals”

“You’re not real” I yelled at him “ oh really am I not well I hate to break it to you I am I’m just gonna have to get used to it. Oh you know don’t under the world yeah that’s gonna be gone.” “ shut up!”

“ are you alright love?” a man walked around the corner, staring at me. “ no I’m not. Can you please tell this man to leave me alone” “ what man love I don’t see anyone else it for you” fear run through my body, as I heard those words.

I looked up at the Demon for the first time. I will speak to myself. “ holy shit, I’m not dreaming” the man in front of us, just stared at me “ show me to call the police, someone following you” I just did the frozen I didn’t know what to say how was I meant to explain to someone and got a Demon from a domino is following me and telling me to kill three people, so I get sent to a loony hospital “N-no it’s fine I’m fine really thank you though”

“ come on love he’s an easy killing in he?” the Demon whispered into my ear. “ how about you use that button next to you on the floor ? just one little here and he’s out”

my body was being taken over . I bent down to grab the bat as the man slowly walked closer to me. He put his arm on my shoulder. “ Are you sure you don’t want to call the police love?” I turned around quickly and hit him with the bat guilt run over me. blood was oozing from his head. “ holy shit what have I done?” I will speak to myself as panic took over me. I started crying furiously. I kept swearing to myself.

“ well done see isn’t that hard. One down 2 to go.” the Demon said trying to make a joke out of it. I fell to the ground with the bat of my hand covered in blood. He knelt down next to me. We just sat there.

Should I do a part two? 

[artzychic27]

(Okay so I’m not sure if this is how the AU suggestion thing works but ima try anyway)

Stranger Things AU where Marc or Nath or any one of the science kids gets sent to the Upside Down by an akuma and things unfurl from there.

*Creepy Stranger Things Music~ Ooo*

It’s a typical day in Paris. There’s an Akuma, magical superheroes, a convoluted plan involving a lucky charm, and Nathaniel goes missing

That last one is more common than you’d think, but even after the Akuma is defeated… He’s still gone. But as usual, Marc is calm, cool, and collected

Marc: WHERE?! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BOYFRIEND, YOU BASTARDS?! I’LL TEAR THIS CITY TO THE GROUND UNTIL I FIND HIM!

Weeks go by, and there’s still no sign of Nathaniel. The heroes have no idea what to do and things look hopeless

Also, the lights keep flickering on and off in the art classroom

Aya refuses any sort of eulogy from the school as she refuses to believe her son is gone for good and holds out hope for his return. The Anciels and Kubdels make sure to check in on her whenever they can despite being worried themselves

As for Ladybug and Chat Noir, they’re at a loss for what to do. They figure the Akuma made Nathaniel disappear since their powers were related to teleportation, but to find Nathaniel, they’d need to get that person akumatized again, and they don’t want to put them through that

And for God’s sake, will someone do something about the flickering lights in the art classroom?!

Max is just walking in to help Alix gather Nathaniel’s belongings, but notices something off about the lights… It’s Morse code!

And it says, “Guys, I’m alive! This is Nath! Help me!”

Nath’s alive! Yay!… But they still don’t know where he is. So they don’t have to keep translating morse code, the students create a system with stringed lights and letters drawn on the wall

So far, all they’ve got is that Nathaniel is in some dark, kind of damp forest-like setting. There’s dead plant life, he hasn’t seen the sun once, and there are these weird creatures following him around, and they don’t look like any sort of animal anyone’s seen before

Ladybug: But how are we going to get Nathaniel? To do that, we’d have to get the previous victim Akumatized again, but-

Simon: Wait… They had teleportation powers?

Chat Noir: Yeah.

Simon: … I’ll give you both a minute.

Ladybug/Chat Noir: … Ooh!

Simon: Morons.

Ismael, who changed up his wardrobe and butchered his hair offers to use the Horse Miraculous to save Nathaniel

Cosette: Shit, Ismael! What happened to your hair?!

Ismael: I was trying to do a half cut, and I got a buzz cut instead.

Jean: That explains the hair, but what about the pink shirt?

Ismael: Ah, I got one red sock in with my whites, and now… This. Be honest, is it bad?

Reshma: Uh… Maybe dress it up with a collared Dickey. *Puts a white Dickey under Ismael’s shirt* There you go. That looks good.

Denise: Why do you have 11 written in your wrist?

Ismael: It was from a shitty tattoo!

Ismael uses the horse Miraculous, becomes Stallion, and travels with Ladybug and Chat Noir to some all new plane of existence he dubs, ‘The Upside Down’.

There, they find Nathaniel running from a creature that’s like a mix between the Zenomorph and a tall gremlin

While Ladybug and Chat Noir handle the creature, Stallion and Nathaniel escape The Upside Down

Stallion: We’ve returned!

Marc: *Tackles Nathaniel into a hug and kisses him*

Lacey: Wait. Where are Ladybug and Chat Noir?

Stallion: … I’ll be right back!

Haven’t watched Stranger Things in a while

[pr0f3ss0r-cha0s]

EXPLAINING MY EVIL TWUTTERS AU CUZ I LOVE THEM

Alrighty so basically it’s like TFBW superhero thing related. So this takes place AFTER Wonder Tweek and Super Craig have that whole fight where Tweek leaves Cartman And Friends for Freedom Pals and when Craig and Tweek are arguing and shit. Basically, after that whole shabang Tweek starts being treated like he’s less than the other members of Freedom Pals. He just feels like he doesn’t belong and everyone is treating him different for some unknown reason and he IS right. They ARE all treating him differently and it’s because they came to the conclusion that Tweek was Craig’s sidekick and what was the use of another dudes sidekick other then to basically act as an intern? He usually wasn’t allowed to battle and only really healed the other team members, fetched their groceries and stuff or clued them in on whatever Cartman And Friends were planning (and he didn’t even know that much.)

Because of all that, that’s where Butters/Vic/Prof. Chaos comes in. He very quickly took notice of how Tweek wasn’t allowed to battle and he figured it was because Tweek was weak. What he did was that he broke into Tweek’s house in the middle of the night and kidnapped him for ransom. He was originally planning on staging a coup and trying to take down the Freedom Pals if they were to try to come get Tweek but much to both of their surprise, they ended up getting along really well. They both just connected in a way that neither of them knew were possible. They had similar interests and different mindsets that made them work with each other better than anyone could’ve guessed. Tweek was soon faced with the option; either he could still be held for ransom or could join Butters and Dougie in villainy. Considering this au is called “Evil Twutters” I’m pretty sure it’s clear what he chose

Tweek changed his name from Wonder Tweek to ThunderStorm to solidify that he was now a villain (it had to weather related in some way sorry yall) and Butters was able to get new and better ideas for evil plans since Tweek was around to help and think more outside the box. They were a match made in heaven who bring hell to the heroes who stand in their way, they match each others freak frfr.

Anyways, I absolutely love them and even tho I’m never going to make this a full comic or anything, I really like how I characterize them in anything I make of them. They’re literally awesome sauce and are my pride. Also I should mention that Butters is strictly called either Butters or Vic, he’s not called Chaos like in my other au. Also this is in NO WAY related to my other au with the similar style, in the other au Butters is called Chaos and is AroAce and it’s a pretty prominent part of his character, Twutters is in NO WAY canon to it. Butters is a Cis man and a Bisexual while Tweek is on the Non-Binary spectrum and Gay. I could talk forever about how much I like how I did Butters in particular in this but that’s another thing. Also Vitiligo Tweek for the win

[giogio1998]

Do you guys have any JLI pet peeves ?

I was scrolling through tumblr and I started thinking about some of mine and I wanted to share them bc I’m bored and complaining is my thing.

So here are my ✨JLI pet peeves✨:

1- Bea and Guy absolutely hating each other.

I understand that their personalities clash and Guy is a massive jerk but I hate that they fight like enemies when they’re supposed to be a part of the same team. It would be so much better if they weren’t fighting all the time and would just tease each other instead. This plot is so overdone by now and I think they would actually get along considering that they have to be a team.

2- How they portray Tora and her relationships in general:

This one is a little complicated to explain. First of all I hate how they portray Tora to be this fragile, naive, overly sensitive girl in almost every story. And this personality results in terrible shipps, I’m sorry BeaTora and GuyTora shippers but I can’t stand the “tora needs constant protection” thing, it’s boring, it’s overdone. I think Tora should be portrayed as a much more confident woman, she isn’t a toddler, she isn’t helpless, the woman is a superhero. Justice for my girl Tora !!!

3- Bea’s outfit:

I hate that outfit with a passion, that outfit is my worst enemy, that outfit causes me physical and emotional pain. First the hair, is it 1984 Beatriz Bonilla da costa ? It certainly isn’t, get a new haircut, bitch. The bandanna. Are you a freaking pirate? Are you crossing the ocean hoping to find treasure? No !! Get rid of that hideous thing. The strapless top, tacky isn’t enough to describe it. The jacket, bitch you’re made of fire there’s no way in hell you’re cold, take that shit off. The low waist pants should be illegal. The belt is uglier than the hair. I hate everything about it and I could make a PowerPoint presentation about it.

4- People’s needs to tell me to make Bea “look Latina”:

This is a pet peeve that I have bc I’m a Brazilian woman who makes JLI art and I get a LOT of non Brazilians on my comments telling me that I should darken Bea’s skin bc she’s Brazilian. First of all, thanks for explaining Brazil to me, if only I had the gringo wisdom but unfortunately all I have is 24 years of living in Brazil. Second of all I hate that in 2023 I have to explain to people that Latino isn’t a race or a skin tone. Latinos come in literally any color and Bea happens to be a white Brazilian girl and that’s completely normal and completely fine. I personally choose to make fanarts of her like that bc I like her original design. I would NEVER tell a person how they should or shouldn’t draw their favorite characters and I would never be stupid enough to make the mean girls comment of “if you’re from Brazil why are you white ?”. Just educate yourselves people, I’m tired of this dumb comments and if you like Bea with darker skin go for it and make your own illustrations, the more the merrier. Seriously. Just know that looking a certain way doesn’t make anybody less or more Latino.

5- The JLI being as old as Batman:

Absolutely not. I hate it bc if they’re younger it means that they suck as a team bc they’re not mature and experienced enough. If they’re older they suck as a team bc they’re awful at their job and that bothers me. I like to think that they’re doing their best but it’s difficult bc they’re just starting not bc they’re a bunch of idiots … I mean they ARE a bunch of idiots but you get it right ?

6- When people take the JLI too seriously:

I like my JLI to be a light and funny team that go through some shenanigans once in a while with just a little bit of drama I don’t need it to be a depressing story where Ted will 💀 and stuff. I mean, I know Ted will 💀 bc that’s his favorite thing to do but anyways …. “Eu não quero saber de depressão e coisa pra baixo”

7- Bea being part of the angry/spicy Latina trope:

Seriously people, it’s 2023 and they’re still doing it. I don’t think I need to explain much but it’s just lazy stereotypes.

I definitely have more pet peeves to talk about but I’m honestly too lazy to write them rn. Let’s talk about it, all of us 6 JLI fans. What are yours JLI pet peeves ?

[iridescent-petrichor]

i love you, i mean it, chapter five

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Stark!Reader

Warnings: talks about mourning and stuff but otherwise nothing !

Words: 1K

A/N: i know it may not seem like it but i truly love this series a lot!! idk how many ppl are actually reading bc quicksilver isn’t very popular but i adore him so no matter what i will be finishing this series !!!

Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

When the morning finally comes, the sun shining through your window forced you awake. Groggily, you rubbed at your eyes, trying to wipe the sleep away, moving to sit up before you notice something blocking you.

Looking down, you realize Peter’s arm was hung lazily around your waist. Your breath hitched when you remembered the night before, and how close the two of you ended up. If there was any hope of getting rid of your ever-growing crush on him, it died the moment you curled up with your arms around him.

Your movement must’ve woken Peter up and you heard him yawn, his grip around you tightening imperceptively before he relaxed once more.

“Good morning,” His sleep-riddled voice was right in your ear, and you had to crane your neck to look at him. His eyes were half open, and he gave you a tired smile. You tried to bite back the tugging at your heartstrings when he did so, trying not to get lost in the sweetness of a boy you barely knew.

“Morning.” You sighed, unable to hide the grin on your own face.

Slowly, you pulled apart from him, forcing yourself out of bed and trudging across the room, attempting to tame your messy hair in a mirror that hung on the wall.

“Thanks for… helping me out last night.” Peter continued, staring at you from his spot on the bed.

“Oh,” You turned around to face him. “Yeah, don’t worry about it! I get it, saving lives usually comes with a lot of trauma.”

“Right,” He pointed vaguely in your direction, recalling your brief discussion of being an avenger. “I guess neither of us are without our trauma.”

With a bitter laugh, you nodded, still stood on the other side of the room. “Yeah, when my dad died I had nightmares about it for weeks.”

“How long ago did he die?”

You hesitated, avoiding eye contact with the boy. “…About three weeks ago?”

Peter hastily climbs out of the bed, rushing towards you.

“Holy shit-” He started, but you were already brushing it off.

“It’s fine, really-”

When he puts a hand on your arm, you stopped, finally looking at him.

“You don’t have to do that, you know.”

You tilted your head, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“You don’t have to pretend that you’re okay. It’s not like when you’re trying to explain being a superhero to someone where you, y'know, have to try to convince them that it’s not as fun as on TV. Trust me, I’ve gone through my fair share of shit.”

The softness in Peter’s voice was what prompted you to speak.

“When I lost him about three weeks ago, I lost some other people as well. The whole world mourned them, but it felt different for me. They never knew any of them but… they were my family. And now I have to go about like normal since I can’t just put down being an avenger because my dad died.” You sniffle, angrily wiping at the tear falling from your eye. “I’m just so tired of getting close to people, I don’t think I can handle losing anyone again.”

Peter’s quiet for a moment, serious for the first time since you’d met him.

“Saving the world a couple times really fucks up your ability to make friends, huh?”

You let out a wet laugh, sniffling as you drop your head onto Peter’s shoulder. He hesitates for a moment before reaching his hand up, resting it on the back of your neck, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

“Yeah, my family isn’t much more functional than yours, from what I’m hearing.”

You hum in acknowledgment, trying to pretend you weren’t entirely distracted by the way he held you.

He shifted slightly, fidgeting for a moment before he spoke.

“Well my dad is sorta… infamous for his genocides…”

Your head snapped up, eyes wide with shock as you stared at him. “What?”

“Yeah,” He leans back, now no longer holding onto you, rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward grin. “He actually doesn’t even know I’m his kid.”

“Jesus,” Rubbing a hand over your eyes, you laughed. “We’ve got some interesting lives.”

You could hear Peter laughing as well, a sound you were sure you would never get tired of.

“You know how hard it is to talk to people about that? What am I supposed to do, hey you know that guy that’s locked up for killing millions of people? That’s dad!” He joked, relishing in hearing your laughter. “Makes it hard to make friends!”

“I can- I can imagine!” You said between laughs, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “But hey, I’ll be your friend. Murderous father or not. Unless, of course, he kills me.” Peter rolled his eyes, the wide smile on his face showing the lack of actual frustration he held.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t kill you.” Peter’s hand twitched, fighting the urge to grab your own.

When your laughter died down, you stopped for a moment, staring at him. There was something in the air between the two of you that allowed you to forget that he was set to leave for his own dimension whenever Doctor Strange figured out a way to get him home.

“You know, I’m really glad I met you.” You said, not missing the gleam of joy in Peter’s eyes.

He grins, but after a moment the look in his eyes disappears, glazing over. He snaps out of it after a couple of seconds, focusing back on you.

“I’m really glad I met you too.”

[razieltwelve]

Big Sister (Final Rose x MCU)

Peter was halfway through changing out of his self-made costume when there was a knock on the door.

“Just a second!” he shouted. Damn it. He’d gotten his head stuck, and now his arms were stuck in the sleeves and -

The door opened, and his big sister walked in. She took one look at the costume, calmly shut the door behind her, and walked over to help him get untangled from it.

“Peter,” Averia drawled. “You look ridiculous.”

“...” For a second - one shining, hopeful second - Peter dared to believe that maybe his big sister hadn’t been keeping up with the news or the internet. Maybe she didn’t know who Spider-Man was. Maybe his first, early, and utterly embarrassing attempts at being a superhero had somehow been missed by his seemingly omniscient sister.

“If you’re going to be a superhero, you should at least try to look the part.”

Well, crap.

“Um...” Peter retreated back to his bed, and he wasn’t the least bit surprised when his sister simply opened his closet and without looking found a suitable shirt for him. She seemed to know where everything in the house was without ever having to look. “So... uh... you know about the whole Spider-Man thing, huh?”

“You couldn’t have been more obvious if you tried.” Averia turned her gaze on him, and he fought the urge to flinch. She’d always had the ability to just... look right into people. It was like she could see everything that made them who they were. And the slight shake of her head she gave when people disappointed her was enough to crush most people where they stood. He’d never been on the receiving end of it, but the thought of disappointing his sister had always been mildly terrifying.

She’d kept it together when their parents died. She’d helped him settle in when they’d moved in with Aunt May. And she’d graduated top of her class from high school and was currently cutting a bloody swathe through the competition at university. If there was such a thing as super-scientist-accountant-lawyer-politician-engineer, then Averia was going to be one.

Heck, she’d been happy to share the news that she’d already arranged for an internship with Stark Industries... as a first year at university.

But she’d always had time for him as they grew up, had always encouraged his interest and science. She’d never laughed at him or made fun of him, and she’d never told him his dreams were stupid or that he’d never amount to anything. Instead, she’d invited him to learn alongside her, which had allowed him to realise that she’d been holding back all these years. She wasn’t just regular smart. She was scary smart, just like he was, and he’d been so happy to have someone else to discuss all of his theories and ideas with.

It wasn’t as though she’d hadn’t grieved for their parents. She’d loved them just as much as he had, but she was just... she was different. She’d explained it to him once.

“Our parents are dead, Peter. It sucks, and I hate it, and I wish it wasn’t so. But it is. I can’t help them. I can’t do anything for them. But you’re still here. You’re my little brother, and I’m going to look after you, no matter what. Even if the whole world turns against us, we’ll still have each other. That’s a promise.”

Coming from anyone else, it would have sounded corny. But coming from a ten-year-old Averia it hadn’t been corny at all. It had been a statement of fact.

“Peter, the videos of Spider-Man are all easy to place. Even a cursory examination of the locations Spider-Man has appeared makes it entirely possible that you’re him. This apartment is right in the middle of the area featured in the video. Moreover, you’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are. Your strength, speed, coordination, and flexibility have all increased orders of magnitude recently.” Averia paused. “Also, I saw you climbing into your room a few nights ago, and you weren’t using any rope.”

“...” Peter blinked. “Well, shit.”

“Language.”

“Um. Oops. Shit. Sorry.” Peter sighed. “How much trouble am I in?”

“Allow me to be frank with you, Peter.” Averia sat down on the bed beside him. “As much as I would like to strangle you for going out and trying to be a superhero without proper equipment and with essentially zero training, it would be hypocritical of me to do so.”

“...” Peter turned his head slowly and stared. “What?”

Averia sighed and held her hand out to one side. “A demonstration is probably in order.” There was a flicker of radiance, and then a glowing sword made of pure light appeared in her hand before solidifying into a weapon made of a metal that existed nowhere else in the universe.

Peter gasped. “Holy shit! You’re part of the Avengers! You’re Saviour!”

“Language, Peter.”

“Sorry, but, seriously, really? Really?” Peter got up and paced around his room. “Holy fucking shit! My big sister is Saviour!”

“Language, please, Peter.”

He stared at her. “So... you’ve... you’ve been going out and saving the world and all that kind of stuff.”

“When school and now university permits,” Averia replied. She sighed. Although they shared the same hair and eye colour, she had always had a sort of... regally aloof look to her although he’d never felt like she was distant to him. The Parker family were working class all the way, but their Aunt May liked to joke that Averia had the aura of a queen. “You’d think the world could just stay saved, but, well, it never does.”

Peter scrubbed his face with his hands. “Wait. Hold up. That sword. How did you make it? Is it part of your powers? What else can you do? How about flying? Is that part of your powers too? I mean what kind of powers do you have?”

“Yes.”

“Huh?” Peter blinked. “What do you mean.”

“You asked me if what kind of powers I have. The answer is yes.” Her lips twitched.

“No way.” Peter shook his head. “What do you mean the answer is yes?”

“You wanted to know what my powers were. The answer is yes. Flight? Easy. Creating weapons with completely nonsensical physics defying properties? Absolutely. Super strength and speed? You bet.” She smiled. “And that’s just the start. My power isn’t anywhere near finished... awakening, I suppose you could call it.”

Peter nodded. Okay. His sister was apparently one of the world’s most famous superheroes who had won the power lottery.

“So... you’re not going to chew me out for sneaking out and trying to be a hero?”

“Like I said, it would be hypocritical if I did. However...” Averia’s eyes gleamed. “I will be training you. You’re my brother. I’m not going to let you gallivant around without any idea of what you’re doing. We’re also going to be working on your equipment and costume. You look like you’re out for Halloween.”

“Hey!” Peter huffed. “Not all of us can just create our costume from thin air.” He paused. “You are doing that, right?”

Averia answered by calling up her iconic armour. Peter almost squealed. It was so freaking cool. She looked like a modern day knight, clad head to toe in armour that was every bit as functional as it was awesome. “It’s easier than making something myself. It also means I don’t have to worry about carrying anything around.”

“Wait... if you’re part of the Avengers, you know Tony Stark, right?”

“We converse regularly,” Averia said, lips curling up into a smile. “He is a brilliant man, albeit fairly aggravating. I assume you want to meet him.”

“Can I?” Peter blurted.

“I was keeping my interactions with him a secret since there’s no reason for Averia Parker to know Tony Stark. However, since you are going into the hero business, it would be a shame if I didn’t introduce you to Iron Man. I think the two of you will get along rather well.”

Peter cheered. “Thanks! You’re the best.”

“Don’t say that until you’ve completed a few training sessions with me,” Averia warned. “I’m going to see just how tough you really are.”

X     X     X

Author’s Notes

Averia dies of old age and gets reincarnated as Peter Parker’s older sister.

[goddamnwebcomics]

Gay People vs. Webcomics: The Good, The Bad And The Ugly

This will be a different kind of article thingy. It is Pride Month, so naturally, I feel like I should talk about gay people in webcomics. Yes, I identify as a homosexual (former bisexual) myself, and also gay people have appeared most frequently in these webcomics.

The Good:

There’s a reason I wanted to save this article for late June, it’s because of Burke. While I sadly doubt we’ll ever see followup on his and Sulfur’s relationship, the little amounts we’ve gotten is somehow better than most of the shit in the mainstream. Burke and Sulfur weren’t in an abusive relationship, but their relationship wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. They disagreed with eachother’s philosophies which is why it didn’t work out, but neither of them carry ill will to this day. I liked Burke before but this whole scene turned him into one of my favourite characters in this comic. Burke starts off as rather generic gay guy, he has a crush on Matt and they never openly admit he’s gay, but overtime he not only becomes the most competent member of Matt’s group, he’s also excellent at calling out other people for their shit, like he did with Carson. It’s sad that someone as out of touch with reality as Albert could write a better gay character than any Hollywood writer ever combined.

Thankfully Burke is not the token gay of Albertverse, on the Kit n Kay Boodle side of things we have Squinx and Snowicet. Although they’re the only true gay couple we see in Yiffburg, they’re much more mature than rest of Yiffburg’s manchild population. They do get their own arc where they help Dee Muir to overcome her fear of boinkberries. Rereading that arc, they do both have unique personalities, unfortunately it’s ruined by Squinx putting his dick inside Dee Muir at one point but still, these two are way better than rest of the comic, and the only lesbian couples we see in Yiffburg are Bill Blaine’s rats and even then they’re bisexuals and do nothing besides licking each other’s pussies.

Speaking of lesbians, it’s time to discuss the bad stuff.

The Bad:

When it comes to LGBTQ+ rep, Lesbians are overused, not just in the mainstream but also in webcomics, and there’s a reason I’ve been calling them a webcomic cliche since this blog first started. I’m sure there are well-written lesbian characters but I haven’t run into one yet.

Arguably the most prominent gay couple in this blog are Spinnerette and Mecha Maid, I’ve explained about a hundred times why this couple sucks. Mecha Maid is more of an object for Spinny than a source of affection and it seems Mecha Maid lost all of her personality and ability to criticise Heather after they hooked up permanently. Outside of the times this comic introduces a homophobic villain, this relationship is no big deal. Honestly this couple is the biggest wasted opportunity in this blog’s history, since if Kraw wasn’t a hack we would’ve gotten a really tragic couple whose story we could’ve been invested in. But no, MORE PORN COMICS FEFEFEFEH

Marilyn here is not the only girl after Spinny’s clit, there’s also Sarah Nicole, after being indoctrinated into the homophobic church, we learn she is secretly a repressing lesbian, and in fact she becomes somewhat of a stalker for Heather. This angle of Sarah Nicole servers nothing besides making her another porn comic fodder character. It really is a shame because Heather’s chemistry is Sarah Nicole is way better than her chemistry with Mecha Maid, it’s one of the ONLY times she was actually likable!

But moving on from Spinnerette, it’s time to go into another superhero comic. Tsuki is labeled as a lesbian despite being fucking bisexual, and that shows you how much of a moron Dumok is. She treats Kriti as her “girlfriend” but they’re always fighting and arguing, they only bond because of Llew spanking Tsuki or something. There is some attempt at drama as the villain Bittersweet hates lesbians, but her only response to Tsuki being a lesbian is NOOOOOOOO and then she disappears. While Tsuki is one of the worst characters ever, the fetishist treatment of her lesbianity is expected. What I’m saying is, she could be WAY worse, how worse?

The Ugly:

For a comic that tries to be Mookie’s justice serving Banksy protest piece about the evils of government, sports players, paying customers and Orc Haters, the way it treats the comic’s token gay, Szark, is something right out of homophobe’s playbook. Szark starts as a depraved bisexual, but after his wife who tried to kill him dies, he develops a crush on Deegan. He somehow becomes a ridiculously exaggerated gay guy which is a real shame because his character is otherwise decent. He imagines Luna as a temptress and iirc, he has lewd fantasies about Dominic. But once Dominic pukes, pisses and shits his pants he realizes he no longer loves Dominic. It remains to be seen if he will be improved and become a decent character again, but I doubt it.

At least Szark’s love was never implied to be non-consensual, that is not the case with Bowser from Roommates, whose first action is harassing the hideous creature that is VeERGHmon and then he finds him masturbating in his room, and rapes him. And that’s how they fall in love. Yeah, even if VeERGHmon is a sleep paralysis demon he doesn’t deserve to get raped. This whole comic feels super homophobic in general, even the homophobes are homophobic! Wait...I mean, the treatment of homophobes is based on homophobic assumptions that every person who hates gay people must be secretly gay, look no further than Olly and Mondo. We see Olly in the main comic as a guy who brings a little bit of bigotry into the world where no women seem to exist, after an intense Rapist vs. Bigot fight the duo leaves, but Mondo has a pretty decent apology scene after the whole incident, which paints the duo as troubled individuals...and then an Addendum arrives which reveals Olly and Mondo were gay all along. I can’t remember why these two became homophobes to begin with but I’m sure the reason didn’t match any semblance of reality and psychology that exists. And the worst thing is these characters were actually written by gay people. I don’t think Spelunker Sal and Dreamous are “internalized homophobes” or whatever that stupid buzzword is, I just think they’re out of touch with reality.

And yet, YET, YET, these aren’t the bottom of the barrel when it comes to gay characters. For that we must go outside the radius of this blog, and into the horrible world of SuperSaiyanCrash. Yes, Cora Bandicoot should stand out as an example on how to not do a gay character. Cora is a nudist and a molester, she harasses every single woman she comes across, and there was even a cut scene where she gropes a character without the creator’s consent. She claims to be lesbi-err, lesbain, but she also ends up getting impregnated by Goku (Richie’s selfinsert) and thus raises two children, who also end up becoming lesbians. I don’t go “yikes sweetie this is homophobic” that easily, but I feel this character is so offensive the only way she could be more offensive is if she wore a blackface. Cora’s creator is a homophobe who only hated male gay people but liked lesbians because “they were hot”, which perfectly describes the mindset behind most of these characters. They’re stereotypical and presented as overly sexual characters, which has done lasting damage to gay community.

Thankfully I haven’t run into any “zoomer gay” characters, but that might change in the coming years.

[iintotheunkncwn]

Here’s my whole stance on the James Gunn comment that’s recently come to light…

Now… a few things have come up since the infamous post from Henry Cavill as to why he’s not Supes anymore and whatnot. Some of it even from Gunn himself and I find it quite interesting.

To me, it sounds like he is trying to do some damage control because everyone is literally on his ass over the whole thing. And now that his future lineup is out there for people to see, even more people are on his ass for it. And honestly, his statements are very asshole-ish and I’m not about that shit.

So what you’re saying, Gunn, is you want a completely clean slate to start anew because it’s the future DC deserves. Okay, fine. I’m totally on board with that and I was in the very beginning. I truly believed and still do, that DC needed a whole new storyline. I wasn’t on board with getting rid of a fantastic cast (not including Ezra, and I’ll get to that in a minute). I’m still not happy with it but it is what it is and from the looks of it Gunn doesn’t care what the fans are screaming about so, here we are.

He (Gunn) says that ‘he never fired Henry, Henry was never casted’. Let’s clarify that Henry, indeed, was not hired BY GUNN. Henry was under the old regime and was fucked with. I’m aware that in my old post when everything happened, not only did I blame WB, I also blamed Gunn. But I now realize in light of things it wasn’t Gunn’s fault per se, but WB’s for being dicks to Henry and the way they did him dirty. Unfortunately, Henry got the shit end of the stick here and it really fucking sucks and I’m still mad about it.

NOW. Here is where I still dislike Gunn. Remember I mentioned Ezra earlier? Well here is my gripe with Gunn in this whole thing. You say you want a clean slate, start anew for a new era of superhero films, yet you keep an incredibly problematic man in your arsenal and on top of that, are allowing others within the Snyderverse to potentially keep their jobs as the characters they portrayed. Excuse me but…tell me how this makes ANY sense. I don’t give two shits if the film Ezra is in sets up your line of films. Scrap it like you’ve scrapped everything else with ease. Or edit Ezra out and put someone else in his place. Idk, work that movie magic however you want, but Ezra should not be utilized in any way for a multitude of reasons that a majority of people already know about.

Also, Jason, Gal, Duhwayne and Zachery are still able to keep their roles for potential future projects…when you wanted a clean slate and move away from what was already set up with the Snyderverse. And, yet again, Henry is cut out and gets the shit end of the stick for no reason other than ‘he is not right for this Superman’. Basically, Gunn in his own roundabout way, also screwed Henry from what I’m seeing on my end.

So tell me…how is anything I’ve touched base on, making any sense? Someone please explain this to me because my brain can’t wrap itself around this bit of info.

IF YOU WANT A CLEAN SLATE, GET RID OF EVERYONE WITHOUT EXCEPTIONS, GUNN. Rip that patched bandaid off with one clean swipe and let it be the end of an era to really start over like you’re claiming you want. What’s happening so far just makes everyone (WB, Gunn and Safran) look like even bigger idiots and the future of their films bleak AF. I’m not remotely excited for any of it, personally. The new lineup that was released yesterday is not making me jump for joy in any way or hold out hope for a franchise I have loved for years, and that is WB and Gunn/Safran’s doing.

If you read this far, thanks for coming to my TedTalk / rant. Also, please know that these are things that I personally feel and have observed, and are based on things I’ve read. Please go research things for yourself so you may form your own personal opinion, and if anyone would like to discuss this topic like adults without insults and the like, I am happy to do so. Problematic behavior in the comments / reblogs will not be replied to.

[hermitcraft-8]

Anyway since I made the blog I figure I should tell you about MY turtle iteration.

It’s a little hard to explain bc it doesn’t have a theme like gumys superhero one but! I’ll do my best. (I call it the baroque verse)

I suppose I’ll start with the Kraang. I’m this one there’s only like. 4 of them. They came from the dimension x planet to earth bc on dimension x they were kinda losers bc they couldn’t do anything right, so they were all like “well show them! We’ll go to earth and transform it into a habitable place!” (Dimension x is experiencing a huge overpopulation crisis, so a whole new planet to live on would benefit them massively)

They end up meeting Bishop, who in this au is not only a cyborg but a woman (#feminism) with a mysterious past. Bishop offers to help them overthrow earth, on the condition they promise to give her a share of land. But in truth, she’s actually manipulating them for her own insane means and will probably kill them once she has what she needs. What does she need? It’s a secret (I haven’t figured it out yet she is the newest character I’ve made)

So, she builds them a vast robot army. And this is where Splinter and Sherdder come in. (In this one, shredder is splinters DAD!!)

Basically, there was a war between the hamatos and their rival clan, the Foot, in Japan. The hamatos win, ofc but this feud ends up killing sakis wife. (splinters mother). So, saki leaves the hamato clan to his pupil and him and splinter run off to America. However, they end up getting caught up in all the Kraang business, and realize that they kinda don’t want the world to end, actually, so they start their own sort of father-son rebellion against the aliens. Yay, bonding! (They actually have a very healthy relationship)

One night, they hear that the Kraang are planning to experiment more with biological soldiers, and bishop has crafted a special serum (mutagen, what else). Splinter and his father mosey on over to hq to check it out and lo and behold! They’re experimenting on innocent baby turtles! Splinter and Saki that they have to save those baby turtles from what is sure to be their demise (god forbid women do anything) and decide to launch an ambush right then and there. A lot of shit happens. Mutagen vat explodes. Walls crumble and the building comes down. Splinter (a freshly mutated Ryukyu spiny rat) snatches the turtles (who somehow fell into a mutagen puddle that had a live electrical wire in it and lived?? We’ll get to that later) and Saki and Bishop disappear.

Splinter declares his father dead and drags the babies to the sewers to raise them as his own, because what else is he supposed to do? Turns out, surprise, each of the babies have unique super powers. Terrible twos? More like “asleep on your feet fur singed off depressed as hell what did I do to deserve this at least my oldest is somewhat behaved oh wait he’s deaf how am I supposed to accommodate him I don’t know fucking sign language and I can’t look it up I’m a rat I don’t have a goddamn cellphone Jesus Christ Leonardo stop electrocuting your brother” twos!!! hahah am I right!

Fast forward 15 years. The turtles birth order (oldest to youngest) goes Donnie, Leo, Mikey, Raph. Donnie is a spotted pond turtle, Leo is a River cooter, Mikey is a gulf coast box turtle, and Raph is an albino wood turtle. As stated before, Donnie is deaf and uses a modified mix of ASL (finger spelling) and BSL (for everything else) around his brothers, and AAC around his father and certain other people who don’t know his special Frankenstein sign language. All the turtles powers in order of birth order are Foresight (which, for extra angst points, give Donnie seizures if they’re super major visions!) Electricity powers, fire powers, and density manipulation.

Oh btw, remember how Saki was declared dead? HES ALIVE. He’s just been brainwashed by the Kraang for the last 15 years and now his only goal is to kill splinter and his turtle children! Also, in the first few years of his captivity, he was so depressed and lonely that Bishop made him a robot daughter and fitted her with ai for him to talk to and spar with. That robot is Karai, and she eventually gains sentience.

That’s it for now I think. Wasn’t expecting it to get that long lol. Oops

wait holy shit this goes hard.