#and despite where they end up the bishops are fun to think about in their early years

[deathstroke-the-himbonator]

“Long ago, Narinder believed his brother Kallamar to be the bravest god of all.”

Day 29 of participating in imakestuff1987's COTL Inktober prompt list! When I first played COTL, I wasn't a huge fan of Kallamar, but he's grown on me a lot since playing the Relics DLC (he's so freaking cute as a follower)!

[infamouzsky]

The Followers (pt 1)

HEY YALL!! Finally got around to designing some of my COTL OCs which will be taking part in some future stories

Down below is some info about each of them from left to right! Some of it may be subject to changes futurely...

Enjoy <3

Astrid (she/her)

Rescued from Darkwood

Nurse apprentice

Was rescued by the Lamb while running away from heretics that chased her down the woods

A little clumsy, but tries her best and has an overall bubbly personality

Fun fact: Astrid was based off the pink-bow bunny from the official COTL animations!

Beau (he/him)

Rescued from Darkwood

The yellow cat! <3

Head-farmer and gardener of the cult, he is the one who decides which crops will be planted

Was a single child of a farmer family, they used to donate their crops to those who needed food

Managed to escape the heretics a few times, until eventually getting caught to be sacrificed to the Bishop of Chaos, thats when Lambert found and saved him

Felix (he/they/it)

Our little freaky lemur 😌 most of the followers think hes weird, but he does not mind and even finds such aversions quite amusing

Felix is a Witness. He was born in the cult a few years after Narinder became a follower, and turned into a Disciple somewhere before Lambert set off to free the Bishops from their Purgatory

One of the closests to the Lamb, he's seen as their little guy

Was raised by a lesbian couple that is still alive and love him very much <3

Tetris (she/her)

Rescued from Anura

Head-nurse of the Healing Bay, she mentors new nurses and defines their tasks

She used to have a family of her own, until they were taken away by illnesses and heretics

Very sweet and patient, sometimes quiet even, it takes a lot to get on this woman's nerves

Nanaty (she/her)

Rescued from Anchordeep

Widower; also used to have a family of her own, until they were slain by the heretics. Ever since then, Nanaty has resented the Old Faith and sought revenge

Was converted after fighting the Lamb during one of their crusades, with them promising to find the ones responsible for her tragedy. Once it was done, she swore her loyalty to the Lamb and became their guard

Loves children and is a natural mother, putting her guard down for the little ones whenever needed

Morris (he/him)

Rescued from Anura

Despite being a loyalty enforcer now, Morris was the first to dissent and very skeptical on his first days at the cult

Challenged the Lamb to a fight pit once, where he was brutally beaten up but spared at the end, taking the experience to learn from his stubborness

Nowadays he is the friendliest one to welcome new members of the cult and help them get used to their new home

Fun fact: altho Morris was based off on 2 bison followers I had in my gameplays, I also took inspo on the bison we see in the official COTL animations!

[starscelly]

hi there. i like miro and want to write him but i dont know his personality. can you rec me some content showcasing his personality? thank you and i love your blog btw ^^

anon i literally like. squealed upon receiving this ask... you have unlocked a joy in me like none other. let's get into the Contradicting Personality of miro heiskanen!!!!

disclaimer i'm gonna ramble a lot + provide a bunch of mostly articles i'm quoting throughout, but at the end i throw together a collection of Purely Videos recs as well!

1. off the bat the FIRST thing that is very consistent and true across every article u will read about Miro the Guy is that he's so calm. like Too calm.

like how his mother talks about in this article "Nothing really fazes him, going back to when he was a small child. His mother Mia Mattinen remembers times where the family would joke that young Miro was too calm; all he wanted to do was put on skates and wait for his dad to get home from work."

or her recalling a different example of Young Miro Calmness here: "His calm demeanor was also ingrained at a young age. Mia remembers moments from Heiskanen’s youth career, big goals or wins, when Miro would simply smile and nod rather than celebrate like the other kids on his team."

in this article Also about young miro, it talks abt how everyone is very hyped up for him and he's just like. okay. and he even acknowledges how kinda Weird that is: "With all the hype around Heiskanen and the lofty comparisons circulating around his game, it feels like the only person not getting caught up in the excitement is the 19-year-old himself. “I try to just stay calm and not think about too much,” Heiskanen said. “I guess I’m a little strange.” “He was always like this,” Mia added. “Always so easy going.”

him not reacting at all to ben bishop coming at him in a trex costume also. i guess

so basically. He's a big chiller! He is Not easily stressed he's not too frantic he's pretty laidback and calm, especially in high pressure situations ...... there will be some contradiction with this later. but we move.

2. he has a Healthy ego. a Good confidence. i can't find the article that mentions what im specifically thinking of ): but trust there Was one that talked abt how his north american counterparts (harls, iirc, specifically) got clowned a bit for being too cocky despite miro exhibiting the Same Behavior but hes European so he Gets Away With It. here's some specific relevant quotes from him and others abt it :3

From the same article as before talking abt 19yo Miro:

"There’s a healthy ego in Heiskanen’s game.

He’s not cocky, but he knows that he’s able to do things with the puck that very few people on the planet are capable of.

'The funny thing with Miro is the unbelievable plays he makes, the ones that everybody notices,' Montgomery said. 'It’s when you notice genius in his play and when you talk to him about it, he’s like, ‘Oh, you are recognizing my genius.''"

This article from before his draft where he just outright says he thinks he's the best dman in the entire draft. icon.

and this was on a broadcast a couple years ago so no archive of it but razor was talking to miro a bit about how like, he did x, y, and z amazing thing on the ice and did he realize what he was doing etc etc and miro. just responded. "i know when i play well" . like a total brush off like fdsjkfks i have to laugh. my beautiful cocky girl

3. a little sweetheart!

many many articles discuss how miro is very introverted and shy and humble! most, even. it's the consistent thing brought up when he's being talked abt as a person probably

this article is very sweet and i recommend reading the whole thing but he basically still goes to the arena he grew up playing in, stays down to earth, is very selfless and giving, etc

he does a camp every summer with little kids and its very sweet and fun .. here's a short video the stars uploaded about it!

here's a timestamped link to a video where miro and roope talking abt the best/worst chirps in the league and miro says he Sucks at chirping and roope agrees because "he is probably too nice, miro" :3

4. also a little bitch! sometimes!

okay this is more anecdotal or whatever i guesssss but ... he gets away with being bitchy bc of how often he is caught being quiet and sweet. but hes a big eye roller and complainer Secretly. also works with his big unbridled confidence lmfao

him laughing at kivi for having to pay so often on the road for the finns dinners + immediately throwing suter under the bus for being cheap

him making fun of otter

"who has the worse jokes, esa or miro?" "it's okay, you can be honest, it's esa" okay lol

honestly lets just. a series of gifs i've made of him being an ass lol

him calling a player a fucking bitch

him delighting in beefing with an opposing player

him trying to kill someone (on jake's behalf!)

"what the fuck is that?"

"what the fuck!"

game misconduct generational crashout...

launching stützle. of all people. into the boards for no reason

he loves to yell at refs idk

and again

he like grabs/hits one here idk!!

5. but above all. he has no personality. do not forget this.

his phone background is grey. is just grey.

his only hockey decor in his home (as of 2019) was a stars schedule (this whole article is a personality goldmine i highly rec it!)

in many ways he is a deeply complex and interesting person. in many ways it also seems like he just sits in his room blankfaced until he has to go onto the ice. i think his life is a little bit of both.

6. misc personality-ish showcasing stuff that i cant recommend watching enough!!!

whole open ice video dedicated to him (that my currently blog name came from! not starscelly the other one)

this entire thread of his nhlwam interview (these r always good theres a couple of these lol)

and this is one of the other ones!

and the last one of them probably? this is my fav one tbh

the stars did a diff feature on him when he was going to the asg 2019... hes a little awkward on account of being 19 years old but hey! its cute its fun

also the whole feature they did when they went to finland! not Too much of him but . he's there ! you see incomparable joy at being home etc etc

him trying to joke around with roope. idk. theyre silly

girl who does not handle frustration well

miro and roope are sometimes made to do these videos... theyre very stilted and awkward

but starsmin is insistent that that is just how they talk LOL so do with that what you will

MIRO GIGGLE COMP to end this current Slew of Links

I HOPE THAT WAS AT ALL HELPFUL.... i def rec reading through all the articles i linked as well, they're not too long and theyre good resources on All Things Miro... i'm also happy to answer any followup questions to the best of my ability :3 i pray i did not forget anything major :3 i love my little sweetie who is also the world's most massive bitch <3 <3

[very-super-silly]

GUESS WHO JUST GOT BACK FROM WATCHING THNDERBOLTS!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!! I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS

(spoilers ahead)

i love bob. he deserves the world. my bipolar son

yelena is such a depressed queen i love her 😭💔 shes so me core (sad)

btw everyone is depressed 🔥🔥🔥 i lowkey only get into media where everyone is depressed im not even joking is this a problem

I HATE JOHN WALKER. STILL. WHAT A FUCKING FUCK. I HATE HIM. NOT ONLY DID HE DISRESPECT MY QUEENS. BUT HE IS AN ASSHOLE!!!!!!! HIS EX WIFE TOTALLY DESERVED BETTER IT IS A GOOD THING SHE DIVORCED HIM

bucky sick entrance #3 (catfa, caatws, and now, thunderbolts) it was so fucking sick when he like fucking grabbed their wench then slammed it into the geound and fucking flipped their car????RAFGGHGN i crashed out

for a second i thought we had a winter soldier comeback it was so good (ragshfhr i wonder what bucky was telling sam abt this whole thing i js KNOW sam clowned him for the dramatic entrance)

OH SHIT WAIT THO AINT NO WAY THEYRE MAKING BEEF BETWEEN BUCKY AND SAM???? THE END CREDITS, SAM IS SUING THE THUNDERBOLTS BC THEYRE THE “new avengers” THIS BETTER BE THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM BECAUSE IF THEY BREAK UP MY BFS IM SUING MARVEL STUDIOS (theyre haters)

(more under the cut)

i really appreciated the “less action” climax if you will for the more emotionally impactful one, because holy shit. i cried so hard.

i also cried when yelena and her dad confronted each other 😭😭💔 i love them fheivndifnekdneifhejwks

and btw bucky just like?? relived all his trauma in the fucking “shame rooms” or whatever was happening when the poeple got shadowed??? thays crazy 😭

i really appreciated the dark humor ay the beginning too, really my type of movie (this is one of my all time favorite marvel movies now)

augh i mean i know this is like. the whole basis of the movie. but i really loved how they are all bad, depressed, fucked up people, but they still get to become the new avengers like <3 my heart bruh. i love them all (except john walker)

ALSO?????? NOT VALENTINA BUYING STARK TOWER IM CRASHING OUT 💥💥💥

RAGHHHH YK WHAT ELSE????? FANTASTIC FOUR FUCKING COMING TO THE MARVEL UNIVERSE WIFNUEKDNFHRUDDJD “INTER DIMENSIONAL SPACECRAFT” AAAAAAAHH YIPPEEE YIPPPEEE

btw bob and yelena <3 i love them. SO MUCH.

OH SHIT ALSO THAT PERSON WHO JUST FUCKING DIED AT THE VERY BEGINNING?? THE PERSON FROM THE RED ROOM/BLACK WIDOW??? OH MY GOD???? GHOST JUST LIKE SHOT HER. AND THAT WAS IT. SHE WAS THERE FOR LIKE. 1 SECOND? I FEEL SO BAD FOR YELENA THAT MUSTVE STUNG LIKE SHIT

btw valentinas subordinate mal was so silly i love her morally greyness (shes also fine af) i want her and kate bishop to meet, i think theyd get along great

did not live up to my sambucky expectations bc of the end credit and no sam mention 😔 but thats fine ig cus being delusional is fun or whatever (they will get back together. i am speaking it into existence.)

i love robert. bob. i love him x2

i absolutely ADOREEE how they touched on mental illness. thats what this whole movie was about. depression, bipolar/ or multiple personality disorder, and how you should connect with people, theyll help you, youre not alone, its not your fault, etc. absolutely amazing. i cried it was so. it was like so representational, relatable, just amazing and comforting. maybe mot everything was exactly right but like. i really felt the impact and message and it really felt like id been seen idk.

buckys “yeah.. this is such a worrying thing… we're getting right on it.. worrying circumstances… yeah… uhh and yeah despite the worrying situation were handling it”

bucky def going to go rouge. buddy still hates the government ❤️

BTW THEYRE THE NEW AVENGERS NOW THE WAY I GASPED I THOUGHT VALENTINA WAS JOKING OR LIKE SLANDERING THEM BUT NO. FR. HOLY SHIT. THE NEW AVENGERS. IM CRASHING OUT.

yelena crash out. well deserved. “no, its not your turn walker, because you know youre a piece of shit, and tour family knows it too!” EAT HIM UP also “EAT SHIT VALENTINA” icon ily yelena

walker almost pulling his gun on val and bucky cautioning him was so impactful like. not again walker.

BUCKY ON A MOTORCYCLE BTW!!!!!

john said “on your left” ☹️

bucky seemed really distraught btw, at the end credits, when sam was being portrayed as a “bad guy” (i will excuse everything sam wilson has ever done “wrong”. except he has never done anything wrong. ever. my boy) and yeah hehe maybe this is just some sambucky angst

we saw more of the red room too ☹️💔 like damn

ALSO IT LOOKS LIKE THE NEW AVENGERS ARE INHABITING THE STARK TOWER. HOLY SHIT

”you said you wanted to be goalie so that you could be the person everyone could rely on if they messed up” yelena

”i just look at my phone, thinking about everything that makes me a bad person, go to work, drink alcohol, come home and then sit on my phone and think more about how im a bad person.” yelena being relatable fr

also bob not remembering anything thay happened in the dreamscape place?? i hope he remembered. i think he did

”we're going to stick together from now on” yelena and bob <3

ALSO LMAO WHEN HE WAS DANCING IN A CHICKEN COSTUME HITTING PEOPLE WITH THE SIGN 😭😭 “i was on meth” BOB NO

red guardian being silly he really does try to be a good father snd like a supportive person

bucky and alexi going to beat valentinas ass was so funny but they got played fr 😔🙏

sighhh i think these are all my notes for now. i fucking love this movie!!!!!!!!!! so much!!!!!!!! argh!!!!!!!!!!!

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Crush On An Archer PT.4

Kate Bishop X f!reader

a/n: Honestly, I know I took forever to write this but I'm proud of myself for coming back and doing it haha. We all know how I can be when I fall off the writing wagon for a bit. Anyways, I think this part was pretty good! Let me know what you think! For those of you asking, there will probably be one to two more parts after this. Most likely one but we'll see if I change my mind. Happy writing!

Word count: 2250

Warnings: Not proofread, drinking

Waiting for 7pm too roll around felt like weeks. You tried watching tv, scrolling tiktok, literally anything to pass the time. You ended up settling on taking a nap to make time move quicker and so you’d have no problems this time staying up a little later. Your alarm goes off at 5:30 and you get up to get ready. You settled on some beige shorts with a black tshirt and a fitted cap to match the shorts. You threw on your chain and rings and hit yourself with a mist of your cologne before you were ready to head out. You had about 40 minutes until 7 when all of a sudden your phone went off. 

“Hey any chance you could come to mine for 7 instead? I ended up having to host the pre game. Sorry about the inconvenience.” Kate said in a text. 

“Sure omw in 10.”

Kate dropped you a pin with her location as a reminder of where she lived and you started to head over. 

Despite the constant texting and good amount of time spent together so far, you couldn’t help but be nervous. You don’t drink often and when you do secrets spill so who knows how this is going to go. You send her a text saying you’re close and as you walk up the steps to her front door the door swings open and there’s Kate with open arms and clearly already tipsy. 

“Y/N!!!!!” She says as her arms wrap around you and her body weight almost completely falls onto you. You’re practically holding her up until she finds her footing. She looked gorgeous. Her hair was down, she was wearing this beige tank top style shirt that was tight to her body with super high cut black shorts. You were practically drooling. 

“It is SO good to see you. Let’s get you a drink. We’re playing some games.”

You walked into her house and around the corner there were about 10 other girls some of them you recognized from the team some you didn’t. 

Kate quickly did a run down of who everyone was in the room for you while cracking a vodka soda for you and handing it off. 

“Do you know the rules of flip cup?”

“Yeah I think so.”

“Want to watch us play one round then join in?”

“Yeah absolutely.”

You sat there and watching a bunch of drunk girls playing flip cup but honestly your eyes were stuck on her. Fuck she was absolutely gorgeous. Her smile felt like it was lighting up the entire room. Every feature on her face was your favorite. Your heart was just melting looking at her and she had no idea. 

“Y/n??” You zone back in. 

“Yeah sorry?”

“You saw how to play. Think you’re ready to join now?”

“Yeah absolutely.”

You played a couple of different drinking games that Kate walked you through for about an hour and a half and had a pretty strong buzz going when one of the girls announced that the party you were going to go to got shut down. 

“Well it’s not too late, we could always just go to the bars instead?” Kate says. 

Everyone nodded in agreement, you were honestly a little relieved because house parties weren’t so much your thing. A bunch of the girls went to touch up their makeup while you waited by the door ready to go. Kate walked over to you and waited with you, of course she’s so naturally gorgeous that she wears practically no makeup. 

“I hope you’re having fun!! I know you don’t typically do this sort of stuff.” She says. 

“I am yeah I’m excited to go to the bar too.”

“Good.” She says with a soft smile as you two stay making eye contact in this dark entrance to the apartment. 

“C'mon you two let’s get going.” One of the girls says as she stumbled between the two of you bringing you back down to earth. 

Everyone was ready to go and you all started walking towards the strip of road with about 5 different clubs and bars on it. Luckily, Kate’s place wasn’t far at all from the area so it was only a short 8 minute walk. After IDs were checked you all headed in, the music was blaring, drunk people dancing, yes you absolutely felt over stimulated and were trying to keep your cool. 

Kate looks over at you and sees the concerned look on your face. She grabs your hand with hers and motions towards the bar with her head. “C’mon let’s go get a drink” is what you think came out of her mouth but it's practically too loud to tell. 

Kate orders the two of you a shot and a vodka cran each as the bartender makes eyes at her, you can feel her grip tighten. 

“Thank you!” you try to yell over the music as she hands you your drinks.

Kate winks at you as you cheers your shots, tap them on the table and throw them back.

“Let’s go dance!” She screams over the music. Her free hand grabs yours again and pulls you to the front of the dance floor right in front of the DJ. The two of you bump into some of the girls you came here with who are so unbelievably plastered they had absolutely no shame in dancing any which way. You however felt shy, although there was copious amounts of liquor coursing through your body you were still sober enough to be nervous. That or the nerves were so bad they were sobering you up. You decide to down your other drink for courage and try your best at dancing. Kate was a natural, she went out with these girls all the time, they practically all had a dance routine created based only on their time drunk dancing in bars. Your second drink was starting to hit a little harder than expected so the nerves were settling and you felt like you could relax and have a little bit of fun. Was the room spinning? Yes. But it was spinning in the best way possible.

You and Kate were jumping around having an amazing time screaming the lyrics to whatever Taylor Swift song the DJ queued up (there were a LOT) when all of a sudden you saw all the emotion drop off her face. She got real quiet and started to stand a little behind you. You look at her confused as you follow her eyeline three people down to a guy who just walked up with his friends. Fuck.

“Kate? Everything okay?”

“no”

“What’s going on?”

“I just haven’t seen my ex since we broke up. I know it was inevitable with us living in the same town and going to the same school and everything but it still took me off guard.”

“Did you want to leave?”

“--fuck no. He doesn’t own the bar. I’m not going to ruin my night just because his dumb ass showed up.”

You see the guy she’s looking at make eye contact with Kate. Fuck is he walking over here?

Kate’s fingers are entangled in yours as she clutches onto your hand behind her back. 

“Hello ladies.”

ick.

“Why are you over here?”

“Woah Kate, no need to be so hostile. I just wanted to come say hi. Why don’t you introduce me to your little friend?”

You could see fire lighting behind Kate’s eyes. She quickly squeezed your hand twice and pulled you around in front to reveal your hands locked together.

“Girlfriend actually.” Kate says confidently as she releases your hand and puts her arm around your shoulders. Your arm naturally fell to her waist and your heart was beating a mile a minute as your hand gripped around her side. 

His eyebrows raise as the two of you hold each other. “Yeah…okay…sure.” He says. 

“I don’t know who you are but you’re making my girl very uncomfortable so I think it’s time you go.” You say with the most fake but hopefully believable confident tone. 

““Your girl” yeah?” he says with air quotes. 

You just raise your eyebrows in response. He scoffs, looks at the two of you back and forth and walks away. A huge sigh of relief comes out of your mouth as you watch him walk away. No way would that have been possible without the amount of liquid courage you downed just beforehand. You snap back into reality as you feel a kiss planted on your cheek. Your eyes widen and your face more beet red than it already was turns and looks at Kate. 

“You were GREAT thank you so much for playing along with me.”

You got a kiss on the cheek, holding hands, arm around her waist. Why did you feel so shitty? Why did it feel like your heart fell out of your ass to then get trampled on? 

You managed to crack a smile out as your eyes looked at Kate with lust and love and how all you wanted was for it to be true while she seemed obliviously happy that it was just you two again.

Her friends came back over to you guys after getting more drinks and Kate told them what just happened as you stood there still trying to process it all and how you felt. The rest of the night felt hazy, you tried to dance with Kate and her friends but fuck all you felt was out of it. That whole thing really fucked you and your night up and it never improved. 

You check your watch, “1:27am”

“Hey Kate, I think I’m going to go home, I’m feeling pretty tired.”

A frown comes across Kate’s face when you say you’re leaving. “Okay…but I’m walking you, I don’t want you walking alone at night.” She says. 

“No, it’s not a big deal, stay with your friends.”

“No y/n, I’m walking you home, you have no say in this.”

You let out a small chuckle and agree as Kate turns around and says bye to all her friends. 

The two of you push your way through the crowd and manage to make it outside and damn fresh air never felt so good. 

“So…how was your first night out experience?”

“I had a pretty good time, yeah.”

“So glad to hear it! I hope you come out with us again soon.”

“Yeah for sure.”

The two of you talked about all sorts of different stuff on your walk home, school, friends, archery, you had some laughs but for the most part you were still feeling really weird about everything that happened earlier and you weren’t doing a very good job at hiding it. 

“Thanks for walking me home…but now I’m worried about you walking home alone.” You say with a chuckle. 

“It’s okay, I can call an Uber.” Kate responds. “Uh…y/n..can we talk about something for a sec?”

“Yeah for sure what’s up?” Fuck. You can feel your heart racing again.

“Are we good?”

“Yeah of course, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, it’s just I felt like we were having a really good time and then after my ex came over and that whole thing you seemed really off the rest of the night.”

Fuck. What do you say? Do you tell her you have feelings for her? Do you shrug it off? One of those sounds a lot easier than the other.

“Yeah! No, yeah of course we are good. Yeah that whole thing was definitely weird but there was no issue.” You say with the fakest smile ever. At this point you were worried she could hear your heart racing.

“You know if there are ever any issues you can tell me right? Like if I crossed a line or something, just be honest.” She says as she takes a step closer to you. 

“Yeah of course. No issues here.”

“Okay good. Because I have really enjoyed getting to know you and I love the friendship that we have…”

Is she just saying that to make it abundantly clear that we are only friends and will only ever be friends?

“...or whatever else we have too.”

You felt a lump get caught in your throat as your eyes were making lingering contact. Heart thumping so loud you can feel it in your eardrums. Your eyes were scanning her face, fuck all you wanted to do was grab her face pull it in and kiss her. Your body is just full of adrenaline, it's practically shaking out of you when all of a sudden you tune back in. 

“Yeah, I love our friendship too.” You say with a big goofy smile and take a small step back from her. 

What the fuck was that?

Kate’s face was fighting back every emotion it was feeling. Struggle was painted across it. She clearly had something to confess that she practically did but you are such a big pussy that pushing her back and away was the only thing you could do. 

“I should um get some sleep.” You say. “Text me when you get home safe?”

“Sure– uh– yeah.” Kate says looking confused as you start backing up towards your door and walk through it. Back against the wall as your head tips back in frustration trying to figure out why the fuck you would do that. 

– End of PT. 4 –

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[the-artist-grimm]

for the ask game, 12, 17, 19 and 20?

12. Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

I've answered a music lists ask before! (and really need to make proper playlists eventually lol), but only gave vague reasonings I'll add more to here.

-Anthea has more indie to kinda sad songs because despite giving off a playful vibe they're pretty melancholic behind the mask. A smile is a way they brush off how they're actually feeling, and from Crane Wives to Vocaloid I get that sort of vibe-happy or at least catchy songs that are actually sad when you pay attention between the lines. -Narinder's got progressive metal/rock since he's pretty depressed in my AU. He also has a bit of a bleeding heart where he loves fiercely only to get hurt which I've noticed is a trend in Sleep Token or sometimes Starset songs. -Aym and Baal got Nightcore and Vocaloid mostly because they're kids and back when I was like their age of 11-ish that's also what I was starting to get into. Aym is more edgy cause he's got a little bit of a temper, while Baal leans more happy since the kid's pretty positive.

17. Are there any motifs or symbols associated with the character? How are they represented, in their design, personality or in some other way?

Anthea I associate with the '13th Hour' since when I think of Crimson Angel's vessels, I place them on a clock face, with each one counting down to the final in the center. The last vessel, the last sheep, the last one to try and free Death, the 'Unlucky Thirteen'. But contrary to my usual character design you actually don't see that on Anthea, their base outfit is a little bit generic and I'm thinking of redesigning it for their post-bishop/reconciliation era to help differentiate their starting look from the end, I designed them prior to really realizing how big this'd get so Anthea needs a little updating. I do however lean into a slight renaissance era inspiration for the AU, since I associate that with both religion and 'memento mori' (remember death) via its paintings.

19. What is your general favorite thing about the character? What is your least favorite?

Hm...I guess one major thing is that Anthea's an adult? My other protagonist OC, Chrysa, is 16 with her main party allies being between 16.5-21, while Anthea's 26-29+. They're more mature and experienced in ways Chrysa isn't, they got wildly different backgrounds, Chrysa's shyer while Anthea's more extroverted, and yet they're similar in both being people struggling to find a reason to live and to understand that they gotta live for themselves. It's fun having another protagonist to work with who's a little more aware of their environment for a change, as opposed to a teenager trying to learn how to understand it. The least favorite though is their legs. I hate drawing the digitigrade legs and need to practice more, they're super hard to pose. T_T

20. Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favorite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

Anthea has very much risen FAST in my favorite OCs list, to where I kinda wanna include their counterpart as a side-character in my OCs world with counterparts to Narinder and the twins. Not copy pasted, besides Anthea I would change their names and they'd all just be normal mortals, but since I've kinda made these 4 OCs in a way anyway why not bring them in. (Hey I'm building these characters up, might as well use them to replace some of the cardboard side-characters I've had doing nothing plot-relevant for years.)

It's obvious but Narinder is very much a simp for the lamb, like he started falling fast and HARD like a year and a half or so into Anthea's vesselship. Anthea's fall was slower but simmering in the background, and it was only after Narinder said he refused to leave the Gateway without them initially that they finally realized it.

And lastly I did NOT expect these characters or this AU to get this far, but I'm so, SO grateful it did. Post-graduating college it felt as if all my friends just vanished because we all got so busy, and while we try to chat and stuff I was getting really lonely, especially as I struggled to find work. Like I didn't really know what I was doing as the days bled together. Yet since joining, this fandom's let me meet so many wonderful, amazing people though, and I am extremely grateful for that.

[pumpkinpie59]

i have like. 10 main au’s now fjdkdksk

my fanfic, a life rebuilt

a 2012 au where tang shen survives the fire tho is severely injured and chooses to raise the turtles with splinter. the story follows shen throughout the 2012 series and how she’d affect the events

alice in wonderland au

not rlly an au, more like an episode with a dream sequence. based on the wonderland musical by frank wildhorn. set in 87, lotus falls down an elevator shaft and finds herself in wonderland surrounded by her friends reimagined as wonderland characters.

rapunzenardo au

so uhhhh. this was actually max’s idea/joke that i couldn’t stop thinking about and i made it an actual au. so it’s the plot of tangled but with 87 leonardo and lotus blossom.

his mask tails are very long.

misplacedverse

the 2012 team who existed when the main 2012 team went back in time go to space only to be forced into an alternate universe where there are no ninja turtles— a version of 87 where the turtles never mutated. they want to go back desperately but discover that this universe needs their help, and they start to get attached.

the fun with this au is that it can fit into 2012’s canon.

code 59

an original au that takes place in the future where mutants are mostly accepted into society, but splinter is scared of the enemies he’s made in his past so chooses to keep the turtles in the sewer anyway. too bad they become teens.

kind of my main au that follows the traditional tmnt formula.

interstellarverse

an original au where the boys are separated from splinter as toddlers and end up on different parts of the galaxy. somehow they find each other and have to learn to become a family again despite wanting different things.

sons of bishop

an original au where the turtles were mutated and raised by bishop as his soldiers. but on their first mission, they start to realize they might be the bad guys.

circus freaks au

my newest original au. april tries to investigate a mysterious circus and discovers it full of mutants and aliens. word gets out to the epf and puts them in danger.

pirate au

a fun original au i’ve come up with with my friend @sailing-ever-west .

still brainstorming a plot but i was inspired while thinking about one piece and pirates of the caribbean. takes elements mostly from 87 and 2012.

fantasy au

EDIT. I FORGOT THIS ONE. this is a mostly 87-inspired au where the boys are separated, but instead of a sci fi setting it’s a high fantasy world.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Heyyy….how ya doing….its me…💛 Before I start with my request, I find it imperative to let you know that you have inspired me to start writing my own TØP related story. It’s only for me right now and I currently don’t plan on posting it here or anywhere else for that matter, but maybe as it grows that will change (it’s multiple chapters after all).

Anyways, due to the band deciding the middle of a concert was the perfect time to drop a crazy amount of lore implications, I’m on a lore kick…🎉

Okay, but this one I think could be fun and fluffy, especially with how you write torchbearer. Could you do a oneshot where the reader and torchbearer are in an established relationship and torchbearer takes the reader out on a “date night” in trench. Personally, I think this would include them sneaking away from the Bandito camp for a bit, but if you have a different vision feel free to do that one. I just feel like, even though torchbearer can seem like a stickler, he can be a real softie at heart and, especially for those he cares about, he tries to make life in Trench feel more normal when he can.

I hope this ask makes sense. I know it’s a bit vague, but I also feel like it could be fun to see how you interpret it. If you don’t want to do it, that’s all fine. Don’t stress. ❤️

Anniversary Date - Torchbearer!Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: TorchbearerJosh x Bandito Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 940 (sorry it's a bit short, wasn't too sure where to take it but I think it's cute)

A/N: HEYYY! Hope you liked the lore fic (I was excited to write something as soon as I saw the prompt and started to write pieces of dialogue down on my phone asap. Tyler’s little lore kit was so cute imo). I love that I’ve inspired you to write your own thing! Hopefully you’ll still want me to write tøp stuff for you. This Torchbearer idea is awesome :) Also… wondering if you’ve read my Blurryface fic? I’m so proud of it and have a feeling you’d like it. And if you’re into the lore you should try Break the Cycle, it’s a Clancy x Reader fic. 

The sun had set in Trench and the Bandito camp was silent as Torchbearer and I returned from our patrol. Every night we wandered through Trench looking for escapees–not that they were very common. We’d gotten news recently that the Bishops had locked down the borders, set up extra security and boarded up the catacombs. I thought about Clancy, how he’d been taken back to Dema, how none of the Banditos had heard from him in months. But tonight was special. It had been exactly one year since I’d escaped Dema. 

As we hiked back up to the camp Torchbearer reached out and grasped my hand. 

“Wait,” he demanded, keeping his tone low and trying to not wake anyone up.

“What?” I stepped towards him and he let out a relaxed sigh. 

“We should do something for your anniversary. Something together, me and you,” he started walking away from the camp and out towards the hills. I followed him, feeling like I was running due to his large steps. Torchbearer and I had been together for six months, both him and Clancy helped me adjust when I first arrived but Torchbearer had really been there for me. He checked in every day, offered to take me out on patrol, and even asked me about my time back in Dema. Despite the fact that I didn’t want to talk about it, he seemed to know exactly what I needed. 

“Come on, we really shouldn’t. It’s not that big of a deal,” I whined. Torchbearer chuckled and continued to lead me up to the top of a nearby hill. 

“It is and we’re doing something,” he stated. I rolled my eyes and continued after him. We passed patches of yellow flowers, reminding me of the first time I met him. I had run as fast as I could through the catacombs before escaping out the other side and a small patch of yellow flowers was the first thing to greet me. That and a man in a green hoodie with a yellow bandana covering his face and yellow tape strapped across his chest. Little did I know that man would end up here with me a year later. Eventually he stopped and sat down, pulling me with him. I positioned myself between his legs and he wrapped his arms around me, yellow flowers surrounding us. I remembered when he first explained the significance of the flowers to me, I had no concept of the color yellow and it took a while for me to figure out all the different shades. The Torchbearer pointed out in the distance towards a small blue light. 

“See that?” he asked and I nodded, squinting a bit to see better. “That’s Dema.” I hadn’t seen the city, even if it was on the horizon since I’d left. It shone beautifully, as if it were safe–as if the Bishops weren’t keeping Clancy held there.

“Is it weird to say I miss it? That I miss my friends?” I held the Torchbearer’s hand and snuggled in closer to his chest. It was warm, raising and lowering with every breath. I couldn’t help but feel guilty that I missed the city, that people were still suffering in there and I wanted to go back. 

“Not at all,” he hummed, pressing his lips to my neck. His lips were warm against my skin, trailing from my collarbone and up to my jaw. “I’d miss it too if I still had people in there.” I ran my fingers through his curly brown hair, feeling every bit of the love he was showing me.

“God I hope Clancy’s okay in there,” I shuddered, trying to not let my thoughts go dark. Torchbearer pulled his lips away from my skin, giving me his full attention. He knew that every night in our tent I struggled to fall asleep, my thoughts darting from scenario to scenario. 

“He’s stronger than you think,” he reassured. “He wouldn’t want you to worry, Y/N.” I knew he was right–the Torchbearer knew him better than any of us did. 

“I love you,” I whispered, untangling my fingers and turning around to face him. He smiled softly at those three words before returning them. 

“You know, when I first met you all I could think about was how cute you’d look in yellow,” he started. “Clancy knew straight away that we’d end up together. I don’t know how he knew but he would tell me every time we were alone that I should talk to you.” He brought a hand to his pocket and pulled out a yellow piece of fabric. His eyes were filled with love and I couldn’t help but blush at his words. “This is the bandana I wore when we first met.” He handed it to me and I brought it up to my face. It smelt just like him, like hope. “I want you to have it, to wear it. I heard earlier this morning that Clancy has made it out of Dema and onto Vøldsoy, which means that sooner rather than later he’s going to be back–that the battle with the Bishops is fast approaching. I want you to have this because I want you to have a piece of me Y/N.” Tears of joy poured from my eyes. It was the best news I’d heard in months. Clancy was coming home, the battle with the Bishops would put an end to everything. The Torchbearer had trust in me. 

“He’s coming home?” I sniffled. 

“He’s coming home and soon, you’ll be able to go home to Dema–you’ll be able to save your friends.”

//

Hope you enjoyed it :)

[wheelsvoid]

FIGHT OR FLIGHT ; MARVEL

⇢ your sister, kate bishop, has many enemies and one of them takes you to get to her. you’re left with no choice but to fight for your life, with her by your side

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genre: platonic, angst

word count: 924

warnings: kidnapping, violence, weapons, minor injuries

request: “If you don't do male reader please substitute with the pronouns you prefer!! But the idea would be Kate Bishop's younger brother who isn't a fighter and is a gentle soul being kidnapped by one of Kate’s enemies but like his fight or flight kicks in and he fights back a bit and Kate and him end up fighting due to adrenaline and Kate is horrified by what happened to her brother? You can take it from there wherever you want to!!!”

yes yes yes! although, while i don’t mind writing for male readers at all, i like to keep it gender neutral so anyone can read it :) hope that’s okay

My head was spinning, aching. For a terrifying moment, I couldn’t see. I glanced up, struggling to make out anything through the mess of colours and swirls that was my surroundings.

I went to rub a hand over my eyes, only to find them pinned behind me. I strained my muscles attempting to free them, but had no luck.

When I could see again, I hit me that I had no idea where I was. I glanced behind me, only to realize that I was tied to a chair, in a room I did not know.

Naturally, panic hit me first. Confusion followed soon after, but I was mainly panicking.

Where was I and who did this to me? Because I’d be damned if I somehow did this to myself.

I struggled to break free from the itchy, painfully tight rope around my wrists.

“You’re awake.” A voice broke through the silence of the room, startling me and causing me to whip my head up to see who was standing there. My eyes met the cold ones of a tall, unbothered woman. She looked as though she’d rather be anywhere else, despite clearly being the reason for my unfortunate situation. “Finally.”

“Who are you?” I found my voice quicker than I thought I would.

“That doesn’t concern you.”

“You kidnapped me. I think it does.”

Now, she looked amused. But still, she decided not to answer my question. “Your sister has been more trouble than I expected her to be. Unfortunately for you, you’re here as bait.” She sent me the smallest smile, “fun, isn’t it? You’ll get to see her at work!”

I had already decided that I hated this woman, but now I was not only furious, but annoyed. She thought she could use me to get to my sister, and she was laughing about it? I was outraged.

A small beeping sound was heard, and I watched as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She grinned like she was pleased before speaking over her shoulder, “she’s here.”

For the first time since waking up, I realized that we weren’t alone. In the distance, multiple men and women with both big and small weapons alike were standing there, waiting. They kept close to the darkness, keeping their eyes on me and our surroundings.

They were waiting for Kate.

I sucked in a breath at the sudden silence, and held it. I listened, and soon, a distant sound reached my ears. I heard grunts, yells and the smashing of glass.

Then, the door slammed against the wall as it blew open, a smoking arrow stuck in the wood next to the handle.

I met the familiar eyes of my sister, and she gasped at the sight of me. “Y/N!”

“Yes, yes, a very touching reunion, but that isn’t why I’ve brought you here.” The woman rolled her eyes, but I kept mine on Kate. She was giving me a look. I saw both panic and calm in her eyes, somehow.

As the woman continued speaking on and on about a plan that neither Kate and I cared for, my sister held up her bow, and released an arrow towards me. I squeezed my eyes shut, but sighed in relief when I felt the rope on my wrists slide off, hitting the ground in two different pieces.

I got to my feet in seconds, and just as Kate had knocked one of the men unconscious, she called my name, and tossed something in air. With a scream, I caught the knife, before staring at her in disbelief.

“Kate! You can’t just throw a knife!”

She looked equally as shocked as I was, “I’m sorry! I don’t know why I—”

“Enough!” The woman yelled out, running to Kate in an instant. I didn’t have time to look out for my sister, because before I knew it, a woman was at my side.

A part of me wanted to run; to take off and selfishly leave Kate to deal with this. Still, I knew that it wasn’t right and it was far from smart. With the amount of people here, I would be chased down and taken in seconds, and Kate… I had faith in her but I couldn’t do that to her.

Without thinking about what I was doing, I swung the knife. I sent kicks and punches, regardless of how good my form was, and tried my hardest to stay alive.

I wasn’t meant for this. I wasn’t a fighter, I barely even got through the day without tripping over my own feet. With Kate by my side, somehow it was easier to pretend I was doing all right.

As Kate sent an exploding arrow to the last group of guards, I let out a breath of relief, relishing in the quietness that had joined us.

“Y/N.” Suddenly Kate’s hands were on the sides of my face, and her eyes scanned me at a rapid speed for any injuries. “Are you okay? You’re okay right?”

“Yes,” I tried my hardest to calm her, but her mind was probably going so fast that she didn’t hear a word. “I’m okay, I promise—”

“No, no, you’re not.” She rubbed a thumb over my forehead, and I flinched. “You’re bleeding. What did they do? Do you remember?”

I frowned softly, thinking. “No… not really.”

“Not really?”

“Um,” I pursed my lips. “Not at all, actually.”

She tried not to gasp, “Y/N.”

“I’m—”

“No, no, we need a doctor.” She said. “Let’s go.”

“Kate.”

“Let’s go.”

[doctor-badadvice]

You know, I often make fun of Bishop, as one does. I call him a man of strong fashion opinions, a nerd and a wretched little gremlin. It’s all part of the process and it’s necessary when you end up liking an idiot of his caliber.

I’ve talked about his personality before. Yes, it’s very black and white (and red) under many aspects. I made a whole post about how that affects his outfits throughout the show.

Though when it comes to relationships, it isn't all so straightforward. Bishop has obviously invested all his charisma points in intimidation. This definitely helps him work as a villain, but his short temper and ingrained need to feel in control of the situation often get in the way of his objective.

Having to deal with people isn’t easy for him. Almost impossible, even. He can spit some raw lines but it also took some real effort to stop himself from strangling the president, which may not be the best course of action, you know?

The only situations in which we see him succeed to some extent are whatever concerns his organization since there is standardization. Times change and so do people. Keeping up with new costumes over the decades is time consuming but military practices? Those rarely change.

Bishop is obviously a good leader. His men execute his orders without questioning and with the highest professionalism, despite the occasional threat of being subjected to unspeakable experiments in case of failure. He also historically enjoyed the respect of at least one president, where again he just has to act like a good agent to get what he wants. Yes, the fake invasion counts in this regard since it proved to the president just what a good investment EPF was.

He even keeps Baxter in line for the most part since they have a very clear deal they both surprisingly stick to (though Baxter has a major hand in this since he knows what’s the amount of snark he can afford on the workplace).

Anything else is a disaster. Romance would be a tragedy from the very first moment. Friendship? We know how that went. Becoming a good person?

Yes, about that.

Bishop’s presidential outfit is extremely accurate. He’s not the man he once was. He has changed his methods and he sees aliens as people he can negotiate with and manipulate when fit. His work has fundamentally changed, as in he at least tries to create something which not only Earth will benefit from.

But he also has a whole room dedicated to spying on everyone through satellites and he personally leads the rescue mission at the Moonbase. The agent never really left, he just comes out whenever Earth is directly threatened.

Do I think that Bishop is still evil in FF then? Not quite.

Having done my fair share of writing for this nerd, I'd say it's somewhere in the middle. Specifically it's a mix of an opportunistic person seeing the chance for a different approach and most importantly, accepting that's actually possible, and a character who was born in part as a critique to real life events that were happening at the time of the show.

At the time of FF, the bigger picture kind of guy has started down a path of good but he still only relatively cares about other people. The public is obviously up there on the list since he has a public image to curate now. Aliens are more or less people. Turtles and random rich teenagers can pick fights with evil (very stupid) shapeshifting aliens if they can make themselves useful. Baxter deserves a second chance despite the little dissection prank he tried to pull.

Still, I can't say it's all Bishop's fault because when you think about it, his two most formative life experiences were both very traumatic events. The alien abducting him right after he got wounded on the battlefield set him off on a path of paranoia and blind revenge. The lab experiment that almost killed both him and Baxter and a symbolic act of kindness diverted him on a more open-minded path, even if the paranoia is still very much there.

Add that Bishop spent like 65% of his life under the military and it's no wonder even when he's genuinely making an effort, he still comes off as manipulative.

Head of State specifically deserves a whole analysis of its own that I might just do at some point because it's a fun episode. But in brief, I think Bishop, in his heavily skewed perception, genuinely considers Baxter as an old friend. He feels remorse for leaving him to die and he actually wants to make up for it.

But again, agent and president are still the same person, even if they may be one clone away from each other. Bishop both resents Baxter for chasing him and the dissection thing (you bet that brought a lot of trauma back. I wouldn't be surprised if people were left wondering what could have possibly prompted the president to take a short period of rest for the first time since ever), and cherishes that the scientist is still alive.

He's just not the best at showing it. But what can you do. Even the most peaceful person will be a bit messed up after living for so long. Bishop has been through really traumatic stuff and definitely wasn't encouraged to be anything but an efficient sadistic bastard for a good while. Even when relearning how to behave around people, he couldn't exactly explain what he has been through so at best, Bishop had to sit on his own and design new procedures like “smile, bring a gift, write a nice speech about friendship and respect”, or “introduce a problem and make it so the one in front of you will suggest the solution you want while thinking they came up with it to ensure they will care”. Or even, “traumatized people need reassurance and physical comfort. I guess I'll have to pet the talking brain and offer him a job”.

If anything, 2105 might be a bit too early. Bishop is still consolidating the PGA, there's no way to get him to work on himself some more.

Perhaps, in a better timeline, FF would have received a second season with a real seasonal arc all about redemption. There's a certain other set of clones who could have benefited from it as well.

[unsettlingcreature]

5, 7, 9, 13, 25 for the oc ask for Perseus 🫡 💖

5) how far is your oc willing to go yo get what they want?

So Perseus tends to make impulsive decisions that have large consequences. Typically his first reaction is self-sacrifice (like his life or his soul That One Time) but it's always something that only he's giving up. While he would rather find options other than violence, killing or the sacrifice of someone other than himself, that's probably where he draws the line - at least in pursuit of a bigger cause or to help someone else. For his own ambitions, he won't go very far at all partially because he is a very unambitious character overall.

7) what's one way your oc has changed since you first came up with them?

Honestly so much addjdhsksjddd. When I first made him, he was actually pretty bare bones because I was nervous about the (new) group I'd be playing with and wasn't sure how much backstory to give. A lot of the stuff that's now core to his character were things that were discovered through playing him.

If I had to pick one thing, it'd probably be his love life/sex life LMAO. Originally, I had him envisioned as a disaster bisexual and yeah, he definitely was in the end LMAO but I kind of viewed him as the kind of person to just end up stalling when it came to romance or sex. He was definitely awkward when flirted with and he was going to just pine uselessly when he realised Oh No I Have Feelings For An Idiot. And yet? The PPZG threesome happened so easily?? Good for him. Was a ménage-à-trois a sexual awakening for Persy? Yeagh. Good for him.

9) do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your oc?

Lyrics are hard because I have a full playlist of songs that I think are Perseus coded and ordered according to his character arc/the campaign plot. Am I allowed to use a quote from my own writing?? Because I'm gonna. Also it's kind of long 😳

Once, he would have questioned where he fit in and what his value was. The templars would have made him a bishop. Caedis, a pawn. But Perseus knew who he was now, with his family - because that's what the Last Flame were - fighting alongside him. He was a Rook, one of the strongest pieces on the board and he’d stand between them and Unity for as long as he could.

13) if you met your oc, would the two of you get along?

I like to think so! Perseus is definitely one of my least abrasive characters despite his low Charisma and I think we could at least be on friendly terms if not become actual friends.

25) what is your favourite thing about your oc?

I think maybe his growth or just how through him, I've made some wonderful friends and created wonderful things with them. With Perseus, I got to meet all the players in the Last Flame and I think it helped me become good friends with Jojo (who played Aegis, Persy's brother, and is overall a really cool dude) and Rachel (who played Yesriel, aka the third honorary Rook sibling, and is really fun to play with at Empire) in particular. All of the players were awesome for that game tbh! Last Flame i miss u. Reunion tour when.

Not just that, but he really became a creative outlet for me - I drew and wrote so many things that I'm really proud of. I'll always throw Rook, Bishop, Pawn at people wanting to understand more about Perseus as a character because I think it's really well written (to toot my own horn) but having that fic be referenced in-game before the final fight was... it legit brought my to tears, I love my DM/brother so much sometimes.

It didn't even end once the campaign came to a close. Me and Lotus endlessly spawned AUs for that campaign, including the Velseus AU which we both loved so much (and that one day will definitely become more than scattered notes). There was the Modern/High School/Coffee Shop AU that became such a big point of collaboration between everyone and that is now the setting for my current big fic I'm working on!

I just ooouuurrgghhhhhhhhhh I love Perseus so much. He might be my roman empire.

[laisse-mourrir-le-passe]

I also imagine that Morgan has enough pressure and legacy in her life as the only Stark heir. Combine that with being a girl and always having to prove herself just a little bit more than her father did, and she probably doesn't have the time for anything (New) Avengers related, even if she did have the inclination. Which she emphatically does not. Being an Avenger got her father killed. Saving Spider-Man (and half the universe) is the reason she grew up without her dad.

But. Morgan was born after the Snap. Her earliest memories are of a devastated universe. Then of an Earth recovering from the Blip. She's Gen Alpha. She's had a smartphone with Internet access her whole life. She's no doubt been dragged to many a charity event or ceremony commemorating her father's acts of heroism. There's no way she doesn't know that she's extraordinarily privileged. And that other people aren't so lucky.

"Lucky."

Still. Morgan wants to help where she can. So she finds causes to volunteer for. Donates part of her (3-figure) allowance. Creates inventions to help people. Tries to be a good person, despite her anger at the world.

But she doesn't want anything to do with the Avengers.

And honestly the feeling is mutual because Morgan Stark is a little too full of herself to make a good teammate. She's rude and arrogant. Flips off the paparazzi. Is too blunt in interviews. And is openly critical of superheroes in general and the Avengers in particular. Not to mention she shops too much, has 17.8 million followers on TikTok, and has had a string of very public relationships with various Hollywood It Boys with equally public, messy breakups.

The day comes, however, when there's a problem that the Avengers need someone with a Stark's mind to help solve. So Kate Bishop reaches out (however reluctantly) and Morgan despite loathing every moment she spends hearing them out, can't find it in herself to walk away. Because damn it all, but in spite of what most people think of her, she actually really cares about people. And the charity work she does isn't just for tax breaks. It's because she has the ability to help people and so she does. Because with being a rich, white, nepo baby comes great responsibility.

And then in working with the Avengers she actually really likes it. In spite of herself. Because she wants to hate it. She does. Cause she's spent her whole life resenting superhero work. But it's fun. And it actually challenges her. And she likes her new teammates. And she's never actually hated her father because she knows he loved her. And also what kind of horrible person would choose her own happiness over the lives of half the universe. Except. Everyone else getting a happy ending destroyed her life. And that's a lot to reconcile as an adult much less as a 4-year-old. But working with the Avengers, she thinks she really starts to understand for the first time why he made the choices he did. And so she finds some forgiveness. And closure.

And then of course her mom and Happy find out how she's spending her free time. And Morgan really thinks they should be more grateful she's not doing hard drugs or crashing luxury sports cars or dying her hair blue and walking naked through Times Square, but they don't think that's nearly as funny or compelling of an argument as she does.

I can’t imagine a world where grown-up Morgan likes superheroes. Not a chance.

They talked her dad into a fight that led to his death. They took away all her time with her dad. Everyone talks about her dad’s superhero identity, and not HIM. not him, as Tony Stark. Not him, as her dad. She realizes it’s because they don’t know him like that. They don’t know Tony. They just know Iron Man.

Morgan hates superheroes.

so imagine her reaction, after reuniting with a brother that she didn’t know she had, upon finding out that Peter Parker is Spider-Man.

[dalesramblingsblog]

Brief Thoughts on Judge Dredd Novels, Part VIII: Silencer by David Bishop

Well, despite Bishop himself apparently not seeming too fond of Silencer in later interviews, I found it to be by far my favourite of his three novels for Virgin.

After the stripped-back simplicity of Cursed Earth Asylum, I was wary of the book's return to a more sprawling narrative in the vein of The Savage Amusement, but I honestly think Silencer manages to demonstrate the appeal of such storytelling. It allows for a sense of scope, which is fitting enough given the novel's heavy ties to the contemporaneous fall of Chief Judge McGruder in the comics.

Indeed, one of the more pleasant surprises from this whole Virgin run has been the way in which the politics of the Justice Department have ticked along so smoothly in the background of the novels that even I, who have never read a solitary page of 2000 AD in my life, can walk away from the experience feeling broadly satisfied.

The actual plot of Silencer probably isn't much to write home about, with unstoppable barely comprehensible eldritch killing machines having been practically a dime a dozen for these books since the days of Deathmasques, but there's such a breathless, sleek dynamism and professionalism about the whole thing that it's tough to avoid getting swept up in it all despite yourself.

Unlike The Savage Amusement, where Bishop's many spinning plates ultimately just ended up making a mess all over the kitchen floor, Silencer manages to land most of its punches with as much acumen as I mix my metaphors. There's something inherently satisfying in watching all the various quirky threads of Mega-City life - some of them carried over from Bishop's earlier two novels - collide with one another, even if it might not be the most cerebral of pleasures.

I don't have as much to say about Silencer as I did some of the more recent books like The Hundredfold Problem or Dread Dominion, but I think that speaks to its straightforward elegance. It's probably the most consistent fun I've had reading one of these novels since Dreddlocked, which isn't to say that the intervening books didn't have their own charm, but sometimes there's something to be said for a simpler approach.

Current ranking:

Dreddlocked

Deathmasques

Silencer

The Medusa Seed

Dread Dominion

Cursed Earth Asylum

The Hundredfold Problem

The Savage Amusement

[theriverreview]

Ode to a child who is now Mr. Gould (s/o pablo neruda, s/o bishop nehru (been jamming those old albums), s/o to haruki Murakami) my word is bond | Christian Rene, 2023

I have caffeine withdrawal. I’m so broke that I’m scared to buy coffee. I know I have the money to buy coffee, cigarettes, and gas for my car at the least. But I find myself caught in my usual strange behavior, enslaving myself to fears that are unworthy of acknowledgment.

“I can run outside today. Enjoy the fresh air and the surroundings God has blessed me with.”

I had a friend at the age of 10 who was the same as me. He lent me a couple of films, invited me over to his family’s apartment, laughed with me, talked to me for countless hours, never made fun of my stutter, called me quite often, gave me quality time that 10-year-olds don’t often realize they have, and I believe he loved me — a true brotherly love.

I abandoned him after his family moved away. He’d call me often, and I’d pretend I had no time to talk. All I did afterward was watch cartoons, play with toys, and play with other boys. I never returned the couple of films he lent me. And I haven’t a clue where they are today. I lost my brother’s film, trust, and love.

What if, on a nice day, with such nice weather, I decide to run outside, and my long-lost brother finds me on the sidewalk? Running around as if I had never broken a person’s heart, as if my brother hadn’t relished in the thought of this day for 16 years, as if I, the clueless ingrate on the sidewalk, never apologized.

Only if he knew that I missed him for some years after he left. I was near the age of a man and I missed the consideration of another. I hope he's forgotten about me. I hope he no longer likes the film he lent me. I hope he loves himself enough to dance outside of his yard, with a cold bottle of Budweiser that hurts to hold. I hope he has found a passion. If he's a richer man than me, then I'll be an even happier man than him. I hope he loves someone that fucks him often. And if he doesn't care for sex and his lover cares for him, may God bless their union.

I'm sorry. Let me plead to you, at least! I thought about calling you, not too long ago! I searched all over the internet for you! To find you! To find your phone number!

I smiled when I found your Facebook. I found your phone number. Your looks haven't changed much. You're still a lanky kid with glasses. You look kind of dorky. That was one of your charming qualities.

I wanted to call you - I nearly did. But I wasn't high enough.

Mr. Gould, if this thought compensates for the hurt I might've caused, I wonder if I love you. If you died tomorrow, I think I'd feel something -

a rusty slash against my wrists, loss in my heart, a loveless wall stopping my fist, or the comfort of 10 Budwesiers in my stomach.

I doubt, that I'd cry, but a beat in my chest would momentarily go off rhythm.

I'd walk down the sidewalk and trip - not thinking of the direction I'm going, but where you'll end up after death.

Mr. Gould, if this thought compensates for the hurt I might've caused, I think about dying often. Not because I want to die. I just wonder about you often and I know if you were angry while driving, you might have the urge to kill me. I'd understand. I think I deserve it.

I pray it happens now.

Because I'm you, Mr. Gould. I lost a best friend. A sister. I didn't give her any films. I gave her records. I didn't have any money, so all I gave her other than music was sincerity, love, and the clothes on my back.

I'm sorry, Mr. Gould.

I didn't deserve your love, your final phone calls. Why didn't you call me to ask for your film back? Or say "I know your love is leaving, but I'll always love you despite yourself! If you find me again, put down the blunt, you unloving fool! You won't ever have to call me! Tell you love me! I don't need your friendship! Just tell me that you love me!"

I'm sorry, Mr. Gould.

I now miss you. I remember the film to this very day.

I'm sorry, Mr. Gould.

If I see you again, I'll strip off all of my clothing and give them to you. Just don't kill me, Mr. Gould!

I'm sorry, Mr Gould! I'm sorry, Mr. Gould! I'm sorry, Mr. Gould! I'm sorry, Mr. Gould! I'm sorry, Mr. Gould! I'm sorry, Mr. Gould! I'm sorry, Mr. Gould!

I think about you and can't even eat, Mr. Gould! I can't even drink, Mr. Gould! I can't even sing, Mr. Gould!

I thought I'd never love again, Mr. Gould! But I thought about you,

I love you, Mr. Gould!

[five-bi-five-mind]

Prompt: Maya and reader weren’t official. Maya said she didn’t do relationships and you said you weren’t just her fuck toy. But what happens when Jack (or anyone) tries flirting with reader??

Late Night Calls

Fandom: Station 19

Pairing: Maya Bishop x fem!reader

Words: 4.4k+

Summary: You were trying to move on, you really were. It was only so many times you could be completely let down by Maya Bishop and you were trying to break your habits. But then she's Maya Bishop... and it's really hard to resist her.

Genre: Smut & Angst & Fluff (tiny bit)

Warnings: Alcohol mention, top!Maya, bottom!r, jealousy & possessiveness, fingering (r receiving), semi-public sex, bathroom sex

A/N: I'll be honest, this fic feels a lil messier than I'd like it to be. But I hope y'all enjoy my first Station 19 fic!

“Oh come on,” Maya groaned as she rolled over to face you. “Don’t be like that.” 

You were currently sitting on the edge of her bed, angrily pulling your shirt back on. It happened again, you thought things were different and you were sorely mistaken. When were you going to stop falling for her sweet words and seductive tone coming from the other end of the phone? It always happened when the sun went down. She would call you and tell you all the right things to make you squirm where you sat. She’d tell you she wanted you. No – craved you and every time you’d fall for it and find yourself hopping into your car and speeding to her apartment. And lately, the last few times you arrived she would take your breath away, claiming you in a way that only she could. Touching you in a way that only she knew how. At the end she’d kiss you so deeply that you thought you two were on the same page. But the moment the kiss was over she’d untangle herself from you completely and not so subtly hint for you to leave. Your hopes would instantly be crushed. What should’ve been an amazing night would turn into one of self hatred and disgust. You couldn’t help, but feel used. Any time she’d start the conversations about no sleepovers, you’d fight back by telling her that the next time she called it had better be for something more. Of course, despite your warning, she would still call and that’s why you kept thinking things would be different. It never was. She was starting to make you believe all you were good for was a quick fuck and you didn’t like that feeling.

This time you didn’t even bother to start the argument again. When you two were finally spent, you waited for her to say something, anything of meaning, and yet again she started with the same words. “It’s getting pretty late…” Immediately, you knew it was her way of telling you to leave. This time, when she said it, you just huffed and started to pull on your clothes. The only thing you said in response as you wrestled with your shirt was “Don’t call me again, Maya.” And that’s when you finally got a different reaction out of her. 

“We had fun tonight, didn’t we?” She said behind you, her hand reaching to run her fingers across the exposed skin of your back as you continued to struggle with your shirt in the dark. All you did was recoil, not wanting to entertain her words with any sort of answer. 

She sat up when she noticed your response to her touch. The fact that you pulled away from it did something to her. The harshness of the way you recoiled sat in the pit of her stomach and she didn’t like the way it made her feel. Maya tried to shake off the feeling, telling herself if she reasoned with you it would make her feel better. 

You felt the mattress shift as she scooted closer and you squeezed your eyes shut tight in anticipation of her next words. “Listen,” she sighed, her hand yet again reaching out to brush her fingers along your back. This time you didn’t pull away, but you just sat still as you waited for her to continue. Whatever she was going to say next was going to disappoint you. You knew that deep down. It’s not like this would be the first time she hurt you like this. Yet, still you waited and hoped she’d say something real.  “I told you when we started that I didn’t need a girlfriend.” 

“Yeah,” you sighed. This conversation always goes in circles and you were tired of having it. Of course, Maya couldn’t ever talk about her feelings with you before. Why would this time be any different? “You also said this was a one time thing.”

You didn’t have to turn around to know that Maya was wearing that annoyed frown she always gets. She never says anything when you throw that back in her face, but it was true. Maya made it clear the first time you hooked up, but then she broke her own rule and she called you again… and then again… and again until you were at a point where you lost track of how many times she would ask you to come over. 

Instead of waiting any longer for her to make up some other excuse to get you to leave or to sweet talk you into not being so mad, you got up and walked towards where your pants lay on the floor. Maya stayed silent this time. The air had drastically changed. It felt heavy, suffocating even. Usually, after this conversation happens, it’s tense. But this was different. There was a sense of finality in the way you moved across the room, gathering everything you two had flung off. Maya understood that and watched silently as you pulled the rest of your clothes on. 

“Goodbye, Maya.” Your voice echoed through the uncomfortable silence. Maya turned her head from you, refusing to meet your eyes as you waited one final time for her to say something, anything to get you to stop. She remained silent. You took her response as her own acceptance of the finality of the night. This was the end of whatever this situationship was. With your things gathered, you looked back at Maya once more, her eyes still glued to a random part of the room. The lack of reaction from her strengthened your resolve, and finally you left. That night was the last night, you told yourself. It would be the last time you had this conversation, the last time you answered her calls, the last time you fell for Maya Bishop.

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After that night, Maya would call and you’d send her to voicemail. When she texted, you would purposefully leave her on read. It took longer than you thought it would for her to finally stop trying to get you to come over. The texts and the calls had slowed to a stop and you tried to ignore what that might mean. Did she find someone else to answer those calls? As hard as you tried to deny the hurt you felt from walking away from Maya, you knew it was for the best. You deserved more and you knew that, but you still couldn’t help but want her. 

To distract yourself from her, you would go out with your friends. They kind of knew what was going on. Not all the details, but still, they could tell that you were heartbroken. It had been a month now of you trying to avoid Maya Bishop and her insistence to break the bad habit that you formed with you. You were holding strong, so you decided to be bold. A month was a decent amount of time. Maybe you weren’t over Maya, but maybe you were ready to be under someone else. A hook up, that’s what your friends convinced you that you needed to get the ball rolling. A hook up wouldn’t solve everything, but maybe it would fix your bad mood. 

So you got dressed up and went out. Your intentions were to find someone, flirt, and see what happens. And oh, did you flirt.  You really flirted. More so than you usually would. But there was a good reason for that and that reason was currently staring daggers at you from across the bar.

It was driving Maya crazy, in fact. Having to watch you fawn all over another person. That person being Jack of all people. Part of that pissed her off even more. She saw you the minute she entered the bar and, unfortunately for her, you saw her at the very same time. That’s when you shifted all your attention to Jack. She knew it was, because you caught her coming in. She chose her usual spot and luckily it had a clear shot of where you were currently, in her opinion, draping yourself all over him. He, of course, was loving all of it. He had a shiteating grin on his face and it was quickly testing Maya’s patience. After a few minutes of this little show, Maya was ready to snap. 

Jack was clearly enjoying your attention too and that’s what was making it even worse for Maya. He was leaning close to and talking you up. Maya kept seeing the telling smile he flashed at you and, to her horror, she knew what that meant. Finally, he flexed and of course you laughed and all Maya could do was grimace. 

Maya’s fists were shaking in anger as she watched this shitshow unfold in front of her. She tucked her hands under the bar to hide their shaking as she watched you touch his arm like it was the most casual thing in the world. If looks could kill, the one she was giving Jack would’ve made him drop dead. And honestly, she hated herself a little bit for wishing that he’d disappear right now. Did he know what he was doing? Maya thought she told him about the little situationship she had with you, but maybe he didn’t realize it was you she was sleeping with. Or used to be sleeping with, she guessed, since it had been a month. Hopefully, though, that was the case, that he actually had no clue who you were. But if he actually knew it was you that she was seeing, then he might not be leaving this bar in one piece tonight. 

When he leaned in and whispered something in your ear that was the last straw for her. Maya knew Jack well enough to know that he was close to convincing you leave with him. She’d be damned if she let that happen. After one more long drink of her beer, she slammed her bottle down and shot up from her seat. Walking right up to where you and Jack sat at the bar, she didn’t even look his way once before pushing herself in the small space between you two.

Jack’s eyebrows shot up and he leaned back on his barstool as he watched Maya get into your personal space. “Can I talk to you for a second?” Maya’s voice was clearly tense as she practically seethed. A knowing smirk formed on Jack’s face as he watched her haul you off your stool. Bingo. 

“I uh- I guess?” You stuttered. Not that it mattered, Maya was already pulling you toward the bathroom. 

You practically jumped out of your skin when Maya slammed the door behind the both of you. She reached for the doorknob and the sound of the click echoed through the room as the lock slid into place. Alright, you thought, this night was going to be a long one. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Maya whipped around on you as you walked further into the bathroom, wanting to get a little bit of distance between you and the woman you so desperately wanted to forget. 

“I’m not doing anything, Maya,” you said, trying your best to play it neutral. Truth is, you knew exactly what you were doing. To be fair, this wasn’t your plan at the beginning of the night. You definitely didn’t just walk into the bar, find Jack and decide tonight was the night you’d try your best to make Maya jealous. In a way that wasn’t your goal at all, but in a way, deep down, it also was. No, your plan for the night was to try to forget Maya once and for all. 

Okay, so you picked a bar that you knew she frequented, but to be fair you hadn’t seen her there in awhile. When you went with your friends, as much as you hated yourself for it, you would look at her usual spot and she wouldn’t be there. So, there were two reasons you decided this decision was safe: The first being that it was a familiar bar where you knew other people who frequented, so if you went alone and something happened, you had people around who had your back. The second was that you really didn’t expect Maya to suddenly start coming the first night you decided to go out without your usual group of friends again. Your hopes were to find someone to flirt with, to forget maya for, or to at least go home with. Of course, that wasn’t going to happen now. Especially when you hadn’t even finished half of your first drink before being torn away from Jack. 

Your night hadn’t even started and she already ruined it. She was going to watch your every move the whole evening, you knew that just by the way she was looking at you from across the bar. So, since you were angry, you found an easy way to piss her off too: Jack. Yeah, you knew him. He was charming, he worked with Maya, and you kind of knew they had a history. Honestly, anyone would’ve done the job but he was sitting right there and you wanted to be effective. So you flirted and they both ate it right up. Was it cruel? Maybe, but honestly if you didn’t know any better it felt like deep down Jack knew exactly what you were doing too. Either way, your little plan to piss Maya off clearly worked since you were now being stared down by her as she kept getting closer and closer to you. 

“Jack? Really?” Maya stopped right in your personal space, but you weren’t going to back down. 

“Why not Jack?” You shot back. 

“Because he’s… Jack! He and I- well we- we work together!” Maya’s arms shot up in frustration, but you weren’t phased. If anything, you were a little smug. “And you two were practically all over each other.”

Your eyebrow shot up at that. You hoped your plan to make her jealous would work, but you didn’t think it would work this well. It took everything in you not to smirk at her in triumph. “Why does that matter?” 

“Come on!” Maya huffed. “You know why.”

“No,” you challenged. “I don’t. Why don’t you enlighten me?” 

“Because I-” Maya paused for a minute. You could see as she struggled to find what to say next. “Because it could get messy.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh and shook your head. She was really trying to avoid having a real conversation about her feelings, and you watched as she did mental gymnastics to get around it. “We were just having fun, remember? So nothing should get messy,” you fired back. “Unless, either you or Jack has feelings for me, then I don’t see why anything would get messy? And I mean… Come on, Maya, I don’t really know Jack that well so I don’t think he would be the one to catch feelings for me. Do you?”

You didn’t stop the smug smile that time. Maya stood there dumbfounded and you practically beamed at her with how proud you were of your own argument. You had her, she might not want to admit it, but you finally really did. Maybe she’s moved on, maybe she found your replacement, but that’s not going to dampen your victory. At least you can rub it in her face right now that she’s not allowed to have you anymore, while also confirming that she felt something. 

“You know that I don’t-”

“Do girlfriends,” you interrupted. “Yeah, I know. Listen, Maya, I’m done with this. If you don’t have something real to say then I’m going back out there.” You took a moment to see if Maya would respond, but she just stared back at you with wide eyes. Finally, you stepped around Maya, trying to reach the door. But you didn’t get a chance to even touch the lock.

Suddenly, Maya’s hand was wrapped around your elbow, pulling you back and turning you around. You stumbled awkwardly, reaching for the bathroom counter to steady yourself. “Maya, what the f-”

Her hand was on your chin in a blink of the eye. She held your head still as her lips came crashing onto yours. All words of protest you had were quickly, utterly lost.The both of you stumbled back at the sheer force of her kiss until your back was fully pressed to the counter, but her lips still didn’t part from yours. Your hands wrapped around the edge of the counter as you tried to keep yourself upright. Her lips pressed harder into yours and the hand that was once on your chin moved to tangle in your hair. The kiss was sudden and your brain didn’t register what was even happening at first, but when it finally did you should’ve stopped it instantly. Except, no matter how much your brain was screaming at you to be logical, you couldn’t. The kiss was breaking all the rules you set for yourself when it came to Maya now. But it just felt so fucking good.

Instead of pushing Maya away like you probably should’ve, you kissed her back. When her lips met yours with full force, you instantly accepted them. Even though your hands were currently busy steadying you, you still tried to push forward to have your body press fully to hers. The minute you felt her tongue trace your lip, you knew it was all over for you. The voice that was still telling you to stop went completely silent. Whatever Maya wanted, she could have. As long as she touched you the way you so pathetically wanted and so desperately missed, she could do whatever she wanted to you. 

You couldn’t stop the whimper that left your mouth when you felt one of Maya’s legs push between your thighs and press up slightly. Maya took that opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth, running it against your own. As much as you hated yourself for it, you were drowning in Maya. How could you deprive yourself of this feeling for as long as you did? She was everything you’ve been craving for a whole month. There wasn’t a second that went by that you weren’t filled with the overwhelming desire to feel her hands back on you. Each time she called, you hesitated to send it to voicemail. Each text, you found harder and harder to ignore. You tried to push all these feelings for her back down. God, how you fucking tried. But now one of her hands was slipping under your shirt, her nails were dragging down the skin of your stomach, and her tongue was licking into your mouth. Now, she was filling your every sense and you were willingly letting yourself get lost in it. 

It didn’t take long for you to let Maya’s body push your own up and onto the bathroom counter. Maya broke her hold on you to grab your legs and hook them over her own waist. If you weren’t already gone before, now, with the way Maya was between your thighs, you really were. You didn’t care about what promises you made to yourself, what this would feel like the next morning, all you wanted was Maya to keep doing what she was doing and you wouldn’t let anything get in the way of that right now. So when your legs were locked around her and her hands had moved to your pants, you didn’t stop her from popping open the button and undoing the zipper. Maybe, if you were being rational, you should’ve at least insisted on not doing this in the bathroom of a grimey bar, but you weren’t being rational. Honestly, if Maya stopped for even just a second you thought you’d explode. So instead, when Maya’s hands toyed with the edge of your underwear, in your irrational, impatient state, you grabbed her hand and pushed it further down. 

Maya also had absolutely no cares in the world. She didn’t care if they kicked the damn door down, she wasn’t going to let anything tear her away from you. In this moment, she tried with all her might to show you that the only one who gets to have you was her. Fuck Jack, she thought as her fingers were instantly met with your wetness when they grazed your folds. She was the one to cause that, she was the one to turn you on and have you already so deliciously disheveled in her arms. It was her, not him. It would never be him or anyone else, she promised herself as her teeth pulled at your lip and you let out a desperate whine. Only she would be the one to touch you like this from now on, she would make sure of it. 

Your body shuddered when you felt Maya’s fingers move down through your folds, collecting your wetness. Maya wasn’t wasting any time. She knew, with the precarious location that you two were currently in, that she didn’t have time to draw this out with you. Despite how much she wanted to take her time reminding you of how good only she could make you feel, that would have to come later tonight. At least Maya hoped for it, but with the way you were panting into her mouth as her fingers circled your entrance, she was pretty sure it wouldn’t be hard to convince you to hear her out and go home with her for more. 

Maya entered you with two fingers and you immediately let out a small gasp at the feeling. Her lips moved from yours finally and went to your neck. As she began to drag her fingers out of you slowly, you felt her whisper against your skin “fuck, I’ve missed you.” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as her fingers stopped right at the tips before practically slamming back into you. And then she set a steady pace. It took everything in you not to let a moan slip from your lips as she started to fuck her fingers into you. Her pace wasn’t fast, but her fingers still moved in and out of you with an intensity so strong that her whole body rocked with yours. Your hands moved from their grip on the counter to wrap around her back and hold her closer to you as some sort of anchor for the sheer pleasure she was causing. Maya’s free arm wrapped around your waist to hold you upright while she pressed her whole body more fully into you. Her fingers kept moving and her tongue and teeth were busy running up and down your neck. When her fingers curled inside of you, she also picked a place to focus on your neck, no doubt leaving a large visible mark in her wake. 

Her increasing pace and the way she was latching onto your neck was way too much for you. You knew if you were just a little too loud then someone might notice. Yes, there was loud music, but still even that couldn’t drown out all the sounds Maya seemed to be trying to elicit from you. You pulled away from her lips that were currently making their way across your jaw and buried your head into her neck, trying your best to muffle the pitiful whines that were coming from you. Maya was now the one who was utterly smug, loving that you were struggling so hard to control yourself. She pulled your body impossibly closer and buried her own face into the top of your hair while she continued to fuck you. 

With her lips now free, Maya began repeating the absolute filthiest things to you as her fingers kept hitting just the right spot. “You feel so fucking good around my fingers,” she groaned as she continued to pump into you. “Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you cum all over my fingers.” All you could do was moan into her neck and grind into your fingers, trying your best to take them even deeper. Maya kept her pace until she felt you tighten around her fingers. Your nails were digging into her skin through her shirt and with one long moan, barely muffled into her shoulder, she felt you cum. Eventually, she slowed her movements to a stop and let your body slump against hers. Your hands relaxed their hold on her back, but you still kept your arms around her. 

The room was silent, apart from the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath. Maya pulled her fingers out of you slowly and a shiver ran throughout your body, but you stayed with your head buried in her shoulder. Honestly, you just didn’t want to face her. Now that the heat of the moment was starting to wear off, the shame was setting in. You threw caution to the wind and now you knew pain was coming. To add to all of it, you let her fuck you in a dirty bar bathroom of all places. 

Surprisingly, Maya’s arms didn’t leave you. In fact, she didn’t pull away at all. Instead, you felt her lips press to the top of your head.   Another moment passed like that and one of her hands moved to run through your hair. The softness of it all was shocking to you. Definitely not a usual move of Maya’s after a night like this with her. 

“Come home with me,” she finally whispered. 

“Maya…” you tried to pull back from her, but her arms tightened around you and held you still against her body. 

“It’ll be different this time.” She was clearly nervous as she spoke. You didn’t answer her, instead you let her continue to hold you against her. Your mind was weighing your options, trying to gauge how serious she was, but then she whispered a gentle, “Please… I promise it’ll be different.” Without a doubt, you heard the sincerity in her tone that time and, finally, you nodded in agreement. 

That night she took you home with her. Jack watched from the bar, trying to cover his knowing smirk with his drink as Maya proudly walked you past him and out of there. To your relief, Maya kept her promise. For the first night, you fell asleep in her strong arms. There was still much to talk about and in all of this Maya still hadn’t actually told you how she felt. But you knew, deep down, you knew you meant something to her. Right now, that was enough.

A/N: Just so you know, next time I write for Maya... I want to destroy her emotionally. So send me some angst requests

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GitS Asks!

Lots of Chapter 29 spoilers in here!

@hrshlandturtles I'm so sorry fhgkdjhgd thank you so much for enjoying! I know chapter 29 was a rough one. I'm so glad everyone liked it, I was so nervous about it. It was fun seeing the different reactions from 2003 fans vs non-2003 fans. I feel like GitS is really two different stories in one. It effects both groups in different ways and ough it's so good. I will say, watching 2003 again after Ghost is. Oof. It horts.

Ghost: I tolerate them both and that's all you can ask of me.

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Well he didn't lose it, it's just. Broken. Like everything else from his world. Him included.

The mutation wasn't that big of a surprise, but the Reveal tho ;)

Thank you!! <3

Ough I know. Splinter was like "okay he's just pissed off at me and feels bad, he's just mad at me, that's fine" and then the skateboard ramp... The boys love that ramp. And Ghost would never hurt them. That's how he knows Ghost is gone.

Ohhhh my god I'm so unnormal about that scene in 2003. When Leo's desperately shooting his own brother with tranqs. Don is tearing the base apart and Leo has to fight around him, screaming for people not to hurt his brother, begging for more time to calm him down from Bishop... oof... my heart...

@sakuracards I'm glad you enjoyed!! And yes, they know now :')

Ghost knows, he knows Splinter can understand some of it. But Splinter also lived in Japan, where he didn't deal with those things. Maybe he wasn't accepted as completely himself. Splinter definitely went through shit. Ghost knows this. But he had a childhood, even if it was marred with his mother's loss.

Ghost is talking about something much deeper than what Splinter experienced. From the very beginning, Ghost and his brothers were raised knowing that it was only the four of them. They were it. Period. No one else. If they were seen, or caught, they would get taken to a facility and killed and dissected, or kept alive and experimented on. No one would vouch for them because they were different.

There is such a deep difference between feeling acceptance early in life, knowing that there were people who would accept and love you, who would care about your well-being because at the end of the day you are all human, and growing up with only four of your kind. You are alone together. There may be kind people but they will never connect with you on the same level as being a mutant turtle. They are the only four of their kind.

Ghost spent a single year in a world where there were people who would accept and protect them. He was barely starting to learn that he could feel safety in people other than his brothers, that he could connect despite not being the same species.

Then Ghost spent 10 years alone, without any kindness because his brothers were gone. And those old fears he grew up with became ingrained in him once again, made worse by paranoia and depression and anxiety and emerging PTSD.

Ghost understands that Splinter knows something about being othered and shunned despite being human before. What Splinter will never understand is how isolating it is to have grown up fearing everything because it could mean your death.

Ooouuu... I could see it happening to El and maybe Mike, though with Mike it feels like the wrong... vibe. With Spirit, it doesn't happen. His story is different.

GitS definitely. That's some wack-ass mutagen Draxum made.

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Yes yes yup yeah exactly!! This is why Ghost is so paranoid! He grew up for 15 years thinking like this! And then he spent 10 years completely alone, the one time he did actively make extended contact with Yokai at that point was going to Big Mama and he was immediately put in a coliseum! Like!!! AH he's literally never felt safe, anywhere. He's never been safe anywhere.

Kinda makes the fact that he just sleeps out in the open in the lair now feel that much riskier for him.

Lmao I think about that so much, too. Season 4 was the BEST season of 2003, it was the most popular season. It was great. But it got too dark, and when they tried to continue that in Ninja Tribunal, the network went "AH OOPS WELL NO" and it's like. What we could have had.

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JUST A WHOLE BUNCH OF RANDOM PEOPLE FROM DIFFERENT UNIVERSES AND GHOST IS LIKE "WHERE ARE YOU ALL COMING FROM" FHGKDHGDG