#and that's what he should have been instead of just idk following in his dads footsteps?

[a-sad-mage]

It’s so strange to think that like…on an inherent level Tad and Eli would understand each other better than anyone else in slugterra regardless of their surface experiences or whether they like each other. I know they’re probably from the same area, but even in the off chance/AU where they aren’t, large cultural phenomena are going to be shared (e.g. memes, movies, tv shows, music, pop culture in general) as well as general information (I kinda headcannon that things like the age of the earth are unknown/miscalculated just because they don’t have rocks from 4 billion years ago to date, they don’t have fossils from the Cambrian explosion etc. You can know everything about gravity and light and physics but know nothing about biology just because it’s more physical evidence based than mathematical recreation) and finally shared experiences (similar school systems, being allowed to do x at y age etc).

I know a lot of the fandom don’t like tad for various reasons, but there’s so much to work with in terms of Eli finally having someone he can just say shit like “do you think the king of sling would like Elvis music?” And just be UNDERSTOOD. Being understood would probably heal something in Eli’s soul because he just hasn’t had that in YEARS. The gang are nice and well meaning, but the whole slugmas episode made it really clear they don’t share the same culture or experiences as Eli, on some level, they genuinely can’t understand or relate to him because of that. They’re his friends, they’re his family, but they’re not the same.

Idk man, something about the one person who could truly know you on a level others can’t just does something to me

I don't think it's strange at all. In fact, it adds a strange, yet sad, i wana say charm? When you go back as re-watch the show with this kind of context and mindset.

Eli, to us, acts rather normal and makes references to things we get on occasion, but compared to everyone else in cannon, it's weird and doesn't make sense.

There has been more than one occasion in the early episodes when Eli says something the others give him an odd look. For instance, Eli mentioned Halloween in DeadWeed, and because Slugterra doesn't have a Halloween/anything equal to it, it's a weird thing to say, and Eli has to lie about it.

For an entire year, even after telling the Gang about the Surface, Eli Shane basically has to keep a part of himself locked away. Sure he can talk to the rest of the team about his home up top, but it's not the same as actually talking to someone about something familiar.

Slugterra may be his home now, but it will never change the fact he used to belong topside, and that try as he might, there are going to be things he misses.

So when Tad comes along, it's not just a new friend, or member, it's a connection to a world he cut himself off from. And Eli is so excited by notion of having someone to talk to, that he can relate to on a more personal level. Talk about holidays, sports, video games ect-

But a sad fact to that is that Eli has been gone a year, which means Tad is going to bring up things he had no idea even happen in the year he's been in Slugterra.

So, while it's awesome to talk to someone who can truly understand you, it doesn't change the fact that there is a disparage in common information or even interests, for that matter!

A lot can happen in 12 months. And while people can live on the same block, they experience things differently.

It doesn't change the fact that Eli is genuinely happy to have Tad around and a part of the gang because he gets to talk to someone like him and share his experiences. Form a different kind of bond.

This is why it probably hurts even more when Tad betrayed the Shane Gang when compared to Twist.

[honestly-what-the-lix]

I Should Be Jealous.

Summary: Chan, your boyfriend, sees you cuddling Jinsung and his heart melts a little.

Warnings: Just fluff for our sweet boys.

W.C.: 750

Notes: Idk, I am in love with Chan, but I want to baby the shit out of the Sunshine Twins.

You’d been peacefully reading on the couch, waiting for the boys to wake up on their day off for about half an hour before the first sign of life caught your attention. The door to one of the bedrooms opened and closed, followed by sleepy footsteps coming down the hall.

You looked up over the edge of the book to see Jisung’s puffy face and tousled hair. “Morning Ji.”

“Morning, Noona.” He mumbled back as he walked sluggishly to the couch.

“Still sleepy?” You asked, slipping the bookmark between the book pages and setting it to the side.

He nodded, his tired pout playing on his lips.

“C’mere.” You flipped the blanket that had been laying over your legs to the back of the large L-shaped couch and opened your arms for the boy.

He wasted no time in laying his body over yours in a koala fashion.

You flipped the blanket back down to cover him before sliding your fingers through his hair and humming and rocking just slightly until his breathing evened back out.

Keeping one arm over his back, you reached to grab your book and continued reading until rustling caught your attention from the same hallway a little while later. Floorboards creaked slightly as someone made their way down the hall and into the living room.

You smiled brightly as a barefaced, curly haired Chris emerged. “Good morning handsome.” You whispered, subconsciously rubbing Jisung’s back to keep him asleep.

“Good morning baby.” He replied just as quietly as he walked over to kiss your forehead. “You want some coffee?”

“Hmm, would you make me tea instead?” You asked, earning a nod as made his way into the kitchen.

You turned your head so you could watch him as he boiled the water for your tea and started the coffee for himself, only drifting your gaze down to Jisung when a few soft snores slipped past his lips. Your gaze returned to Chan who lifted up the sugar container with a raised eyebrow, a silent ask of how much. You raised two fingers and he nodded as he filled your mug.

He walked back in with two mugs and settled next to you on the couch. “I should be jealous of this, you know.” He chuckled lowly, motioning to the boy sleeping on top of you.

You smiled and shook your head. “Yeah, maybe if it wasn’t one of your members. Though, no one but the members are allowed to, so.” You sipped your tea quietly as Chan rested his head on your shoulder.

“I adore you for how well you take care of them, you know.” He reached up to Jisung’s back to lace his fingers with yours, helping rub the younger man’s back.

“I’m dating their dad, I wouldn’t dream of being the wicked stepmother.” You kissed the top of his head, causing him to giggle a bit.

Felix walked out next and pouted. “I want Noona cuddles.” He whined a little louder than you would have wanted.

“Shh, Lix. Ji is sleeping.” You still motioned him over though. “Lay across Channie and I’ll play with your hair, hm?” You offered, setting the now empty mug on the end table.

Chan’s smile was wide as he repositioned himself so the younger boy could lay across him.

Felix laid on his back, his head resting on Jisung’s arm but turned to face you with a content smile.

Your now free hand slipped into Felix’s hair, gently twisting the strands between your fingers and lightly scratching his scalp.

“This is nice.” Felix hummed, eyes closing to bask in the attention.

Chan squeezed your hand as he mumbled a soft, “It is.”

“Yeah, until Binnie gets up and wakes Hanji.” You pressed a kiss into the boy’s hair.

Felix giggled, nodding in agreement.

“What do you guys want to do today?” You ask, cheek resting against the spot you kissed on Jisung.

“We could go for lunch, take a walk down by the river, and get some ice cream.” Chan suggested, wondering what that would be like with your future children.

“Lunch!” The yell came from the stairs, causing Jisung to jerk awake and push up a little to look around with wide, confused eyes.

“Seo Changbin.” You scolded, head snapping to the side to look at the boy in question.

His mouth puckered and his eyes widened. “Sorry Noona.”

Chan and Felix burst out laughing as Jisung buried his face deeper into your neck with a whine.

[batsandbirdbrains]

Can you imagine the absolute psychotic break Dick would have if he found out Deathstroke was his biological dad? So anyway on that note

The one where Dick is actually Deathstroke’s son

Dick legitimately has no clue in this AU that he’s not actually the son of John and Mary Grayson. Let’s go ahead and make this one also right after the end of young justice season 2 where everyone is pissy bc nightwing was “secretive” and “too much like Batman” bc he did the absolute correct thing in not telling the whole goddamn team abt Kaldur’s deep cover op. I’m still mad they gave him shit for that if u can’t tell like im sorry u all got ur feelings hurt but dick and Kaldur’s plan literally saved the world like hello ur welcome. Anyway.

Dick is utterly Depressed and he’s isolating himself in a Blüdhaven safe house, basically falling apart at the seams bc he’s terrible at taking care of himself when he spirals like this. Everyone’s mad at him and he’s blaming himself. He’s throwing himself into the Nightwing shit and running himself ragged beating up baddies, but he’s also just exhausted and not eating right or sleeping well and he has a shitty job at dive bar or a strip club as a busboy. Should we age him down to 17? Let’s make him 17, for the added angst of not even being a legal adult but having to take care of himself and make a fake ID so he can even get a job. Not that his boss even really looked at it or legally employs him, but still. If he’s 18+ let’s make him a stripper/dancer for the extra tips and to add to the whole desperate for cash thing. Plus he’d prob get a lot of intel for his night job, actually. Idk idk

So also, instead of Artemis going undercover to help out with Kaldur, she refused. She and Wally had no interest in returning. So Dick had to maintain both his role as Nightwing and go undercover as Renegade, Deathstroke’s apprentice.

Slade was surprisingly on board for going along with Dick’s charade, because there’s no keeping secrets like that from Deathstroke of course he knew it was all a ruse. Dick just had to promise to actually follow orders while out as Renegade and to actually put effort in when Slade trained him. Dick couldn’t figure out why it was so easy to get Deathstroke to agree, he knew it would eventually come back to bite him in the ass, but he was desperate and running out of options so he took it.

So one night when Dick comes home after getting the shit kicked out of him by some run of the mill baddies, he finds Slade Wilson sitting on at his wobbly kitchen table, drinking coffee out of Dick’s favorite mug and looking like he’s judging the state of cleanliness (or lack thereof) of Dick’s apartment/safe house. Dick is too tired to even question it and just falls face first on the couch, pressing his face into the cushion until he sees stars.

A muffled “What do you want” brings a short laugh from Slade, and it just makes Dick feel even more exhausted.

Slade basically talks shit about the so called heroes who threw Dick away when they didn’t like the way his plan worked, Dick starts tuning him out because of course he’s going on a monologue when all Dick wants to do is go rot in bed for the next 18 hours. But then he says something in such a casual tone that it takes a moment for Dick to register what the words mean, and he snaps his head up so fast it feels like he snaps a muscle in his neck like a broken rubber band.

“Shut the fuck up,” he chokes out. “There’s no way I heard that right.”

“Denial’s not a good look on you,” Slade snorts.

Because Slade had just said moments ago that Dick is his long lost son, he ran a DNA test and everything.

“Long lost son,” Dick mocks, “that’s bullshit. What is this, a soap opera?”

“You were kidnapped when you were two years old,” Slade says, his voice calm but serious. Not wavering. “I’d been on a job. Your mother was called away by her father. You were left with a nanny we thought we could trust. That was a mistake. And I’ve regretted leaving that morning every day of my life since.”

Dick can’t stop staring at Slade. This has gotta be a joke. He’s so full of shit, there’s no way.

But Slade isn’t wavering at all. He’s not smirking. He’s not smiling. He’s just watching Dick so intensely, and Dick feels like he’s under a microscope.

He shows Dick the documents. The proof Slade even has a third son at all. Pictures that look an awful lot like the toddler he’s seen in pictures from the boxes of old stuff from his parents’ circus trailer. A toddler playing with Slade’s two older sons, Grant and Joey, who Dick may or may not have briefly met while Renegade.

And then he drops another bomb on him.

“Your mother is Talia al Ghul.”

Dick feels like his lungs just popped like a balloon.

He doesn’t know what happens, but next thing he knows, Slade is sitting next to him on the floor, counting out breaths and talking him down from what was probably the worst panic attack Dick has had in at least a solid week.

“I hate you and you’re full of shit,” Dick gasps, his chest aching. Definitely only because he’d been kicked in the ribs earlier by a thug, no other reason.

Slade just laughs. Not like an asshole smug laugh Dick is used to hearing from him, but like he’s actually genuinely amused by Dick and his antics.

It’s only a little bit of a mind fuck.

Slade convinced Dick to come with him, at the very least just so Dick can use the equipment Slade has to run the DNA test himself and confirm whether Slade is telling the truth or not. And maybe to have a meal that isn’t instant ramen or cereal or a rotisserie chicken.

And Dick hates how comfortable he is with Slade, because he slips right back into the role of Renegade like he never left. And Slade actually treats him like a son, like he’s proud of him, like Dick isn’t just a weapon or a pawn to be used. Slade isn’t throwing him away as soon as he’s gotten all he can get out of him.

And if Slade is maybe putting some biased thoughts about how the Justice League and their junior team treated him into his head, Dick steadfastly ignored that fact. Because it’s true, they treated him like shit. Like he was expendable. They needed his plan to save the world from the reach, and then tossed him out on his ass and called him manipulative for it without so much as a “Thank you, Nightwing, for coming up with a plan that saved us from the alien overlords.”

And then he meets Grant and Joey. As himself, as Dick, not as Renegade. And they’re his big brothers, and they’re so excited to see him, they missed him so much, he was so little last they saw him. And it’s such a stark contrast from how Tim was so mad at him last they spoke, because Tim thought he should’ve been in the loop about the deep cover op, but Tim is still a newbie who almost tore his eyebrows off taking his domino mask off wrong not even a month before the invasion ended, how the hell was Dick supposed to involve him in such a terrifying mission?

And if Dick is out as Renegade with Deathstroke one night and runs into members of his old team, runs into a confused Kaldur who doesn’t understand why Dick is still going out as Renegade, well then maybe they should’ve worried about what Dick was up to before Deathstroke sunk his claws into him.

Because now Dick isn’t sure if he even wants to go back to them.

[desparaic]

Imagine Rengoku's son traveling to the past pt.2

Rengoku X Fem! Reader

Also in the future, there’s a long pause after red light arc. Hence tengen already retired in Future Son’s timeline. and [spoiler alert] yes we will absolutely ignore the mark curse

read part 1 here.

“Oh, what breathing technique do you use?”

You ask your…. son? kid? dang you never thought you would be able to say that to a teenager this early in your life, especially when you’re not long into the marriage

“Flame breathing!” He says with a proud grin (why this kid so cute you wanna coddle him to death)

“Following your father’s footstep, I see! Did he teach you personally?” You smile, thinking about your husband teaching your son swordsmanship. Ugh the thought of it makes your heart melt.

“Nope. From Grandfather!”

h

huh?

tafa???

Grandfather??? Like Rengoku’s father??? Your father in law???? The man who can’t even get up and do something else other than drinking and yelling at other people?????

He taught your son flame breathing?????

You are confusion

You ask why didn’t his father teach him instead

“… Anyway! Do you want to spar?”

This kid—

okay, well, clearly he doesn’t want to talk about it. Maybe he’s on bad terms with his father???

But you can’t imagine Kyojuro being a bad father or someone who has a tense relationship with his kids. The last thing he wants to be is to be like his father. You know that. He himself told you that before.

So maybe he’s just in the middle of an argument with his father??? Like… a really long one…

yeah that could be it

So you decide to spar with him (you don’t have anything else to do anyway other than walking around the nearby village)

you kick his butt

It feels refreshing and fun. not because you’re beating your future child.

You never have this feeling sparring with anyone before. It’s cute. You’re experiencing a mother-son time except…. you ain’t a mother yet… but you are— will??? idk

In the middle of sparring (how many rounds has it been??), Kyojuro appears with a big grin, before it fades and he tilts his head confusedly.

“MY LOVE! WHO IS THIS PERSON??”

Hooo boy

Both of you whip your head to see him

“HE LOOKS JUST LIKE ME! HAHAHA!”

Bless your husband, he isn’t even phased that there’s a rando lookin like he’s his clone

BUT YOU HECKAAA EXCITED, about to tell Kyojuro that he’s—

You see your (future) son’s conflicted face contorted to anger, then calm. “Ah. I’ll take my leave right now. I’m thirsty.”

He leaves just like that.

You’re confused

has future you ever taught him manners

Is… Was the argument that bad????

Poor Kyojuro is so confused, looking at the boy leaving.

“Who was that young fellow?”

You explain that that’s his son

His face shows a split second of surprise before it immediately switches to excitement

(he doesn’t even ask how that’s possible like ok)

“HE’S MY SON??? OH WHAT JOY! S/O. THAT IS OUR SON!”

Yes, yes you just told him that of course you know lol

But you’re so confused as to why your son would just leave like that. You honestly expect him to be just as excited to see his dad like he did with you

and so

the chaos and conflicts and confusion and everything related ensues

Practically everyone knows your future son is here

They’re dying to meet him

Uzui is proud of what he has become. Man’s flamboyant. can even take a hard pat on his back! (he nearly died)

Mitsuri is so excited!!! She keeps giving him sakura mochi and all other snacks and talks to him a lot!!! Sees him as her lil bro ngl (tho technically it should be nephew)

Shinobu too is very sweet towards him and tells him he’s welcome anytime to the Butterfly Estate to just have tea and chat (every time they interact your son’s face turns tomato red. does he have a school boy crush????)

Tomioka is just happy the boy talks to him often

its cute. you can tell he admires the water hashira a lot

Sanemi scoffs and thinks he still has a long way until he is strong

like who tf think does this kid think he is

but he supposes the kid has potential

Obanai acknowledges him and greets him even though he scares your son sometimes

Gyomei. Cats. lots of pats. lots of fluff. nuff said

Muichiro always forgets his name

Tanjiro is super shocked but is happy to get along with Rengoku’s future son!! Nezuko takes a liking to him immediately and warms up to him (Zenitsu seething rn)

surprisingly inosuke oddly silent around him at first…. before he inevitably challenges him to a fight

The son ofc know who they all are (he still does not like young Zenitsu)

Also, he nearly spilled Tanjiro and Kanao’s future relationship oops ig at the present they aint tgt yet 🤷‍♂️

They all think he’s great!

But… there is one thing for sure

And what confuses them the most

is that he absolutely hates the mention of his father

Whenever someone brings up the fact he looks just like Rengoku or they compare the father and son, boy gets real upset and angry

Like??? huh???

You’d thinking a kid would be proud to have someone like Rengoku as their father

Apparently not

Kyojuro catches on to this.

I mean, its hard not to tell that every time he approaches the boy, he just pretends the hashira never exist

Kyojuro kinda concerned and worried

And frankly, he’s kinda sad too.

He wants to spend his time with his future son before who knows when he’ll return back to his time!

Eventually, Rengoku catches him a place where the kid can’t escape easily

He asks the kid what is wrong and what is really going on

Dang… it really hurt seeing your own kid (even though technically not yet) glaring at you like that

The kid only grumbles excuses and that’s it

Kyojuro gently tries to push him to open up

Really wants to know what’s going on poor man please give him a break

“I can tell you don’t like to converse with me… why is that? I would love to get to know my own son!”

Rengoku Kyojuro would never expect that sentence would completely make his own future kid snap.

“Son??? Hah. Sure.”

???????????

The??? Audacity???

My man Kyojuro isn’t even phased (again, bless his patient heart) he’s just confused

What does that mean?

“Did… I do something…?”

“Something???? Something…?????” the boy clenched his jaw, “Don’t act like you care.”

… But he does tho.

At this point the flame hashira just wants to know what he did wrong to make him so mad

“Oh, you really wanna know what you did?” He says in such a bitter tone. Whatever Kyojuro did, he musta pissed him reeaaal off.

“Y…Yes…?”

“… Fine. Not like it’ll change anyway considering how easily you threw us away.”

p-

pardon?

“You hurt Mother. You left her when she needed you the most. You left us! Because you think your job is better than this little family!”

….huh?

“I’m… I’m sorry, I don’t und-“

“When she needed you the most, you just up and left her! Just like that! What do you think I’ll feel about that, huh?”

Kyojuro… did that? He can’t even fathom leaving you for a split second! What was future him thinking?

“You left Mother! When I was still… When she was still pregnant and needed you… You chose to go on a mission instead of being there for her!”

“Do you know how much my mother begged you not to go? How she endlessly express her worries and concerns, even though she never doubted you before??”

“Do you know how much it hurt her when you promised her nothing will happen, only for some crow to announce that you died in a fight with an Upper Moon, a fight you could’ve avoided! A FIGHT THAT YOU SO SELFISHLY WENT ON AND JUST DIED?!”

…

Hold on…

Hang on—

What?

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I was supposed to finish this all in one post, but I reached the limit… Gonna post part 3 soon

[amoreva]

Hellooo helloo!! Could I have a request please for Luke Castellan x reader where idk just something really angst where she joins him betraying her own half brother Percy (yess she’s a Poseidon kid) but it’s just that their love is too precious for the world 🥺🥺

Thank youu so muchhhh mwahhh 💖🌷🎀

TOO LATE

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pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

summary: love triumphs when your dad claims your half-brother and you.

warnings: not proofread, tlt spoilers, angst, frustration, revolves on reader’s emotions rather than the relationship

a/n: I feel like i twisted this request wrong. lmk how you like it, but i thought it’d be nice to have the reader’s emotions be the focus instead of the relationship.

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Wherever Clyde goes, Bonnie follows.

You’ve found yourself to be a permanent resident of Hermes Cabin. Another year goes by which meant another year of being unclaimed. Multitude of wishes and prayers are wasted: at this point those wishes, offerings and prayers look like pathetic begging.

You’ll forever be an unclaimed camper.

And you’ve accepted that. If you had been claimed, then you wouldn’t get the privilege of Travis and Connor stealing ice cream when you cover them or the privilege of Chris coming to you about his girl problems or the privilege of sharing a bunk with Luke Castellan.

What Chiron and Mr. D don’t know won’t hurt them.

It is a nice turnout because while you share a bed with the love of your life, another kid doesn’t have to sleep on the crowded floor.

Besides the fact you weren’t claimed, everything at camp was great. You didn’t feel alone or isolated anymore. You felt at home at Camp. You had a wonderful boyfriend and even greater friends (as corny as it sounds).

Until, Percy Jackson arrived at camp. Now, don’t twist this in the wrong way—Percy is just the sweetest kid and you were sympathetic to him losing him mom.

It was during Capture the Flag when you realized everything you knew was gone. You couldn’t resent Percy for that. Only your dad.

Luke triumphantly held the red team’s flag as the blue team retreated to the lake’s beach. Celebration paired with cheers and hollers. A proud smile as one of the campers hooked their arm around your shoulder, screaming your ear off.

Some of the campers were making a list of demands that the Red Team had to accommodate to when Percy’s shouting interrupted all of that.

You took off your helmet to see Percy in the lake. The culprit, Annabeth. Athena’s daughter was always two steps ahead of everyone, in Luke’s words. She seems to know something everyone else didn’t.

Luke looked distraught and shocked when it happened. A glowing trident hovering over Percy’s head. An outward statement claiming he is Poseidon’s son.

Yet, that same glowing trident was above your head. You felt your throat close up. So long…so long and now your dad claims you when Percy arrives.

It was common knowledge that Hades, Zeus and Poseidon made a pact to not father any more half-bloods due to destruction and war and whatever. But, what now? Poseidon claimed his son and daughter. For what? To boast? To showboat?

Questions kept ringing in your head. The life you knew gone. No more ice cream from Travis and Connor. No more information of Chris’ recent crushes. No more…sharing a bunk with your boyfriend.

“Poseidon.” Chiron trotted over to Percy. He gave you a smile. You were claimed! It’s what you always hoped and dreamed for. You should be ecstatic. Right? “Earthshaker, Stormbringer, your godly parent.”

It was inevitable. You weren’t destined to destroy or aid the world because you weren’t sixteen anymore. You doubt you were destined for anything.

Was this some fucked up way of your pops telling you he still cares? He still sees you? That he’s there for you?

It took him so many fucking years to claim you as his.

And the fact he did it when his son arrived at Camp Half-Blood. Did he want a boy to be the prophetic savior of the world?

Oh, so he wants to say he’s been there for you this whole time? Luke has been there. Cabin Eleven has been there, not your deadbeat pops. It wasn’t a surprise you joined Kronos so quickly.

You knew Luke was succumbing to the nightmares that plagued him every night. The voice in his head to revive the Titan. Now, you didn’t have anything against the other gods or Percy. It really was just some ol’ rebelling against your dear old dad.

Percy was tense staying still. The scorpion on his knee. He looked at it wearily. Luke was explaining his reasoning for betraying Camp. You couldn’t blame him. After so many years of neglect and the spirals his mother went through, you felt he had every right to be angry. As did you.

“The gods are my enemy, Percy. Poseidon made a mistake—he made a mistake by neglecting your sister.” Luke pointed Backbiter at the boy.

“Luke…” You placed a hand on his shoulder. His tense shoulders seemingly relaxed.

He let his arm fall to his side. He looked over his shoulder at you. A mix of a soft and intense gaze. Luke only wanted to defend your dignity, your honor, your glory. He thought it was unforgivable that Poseidon would claim you that day of all the days you prayed and wished and begged.

He’s seen how desperate you’ve gotten. How many tears shed. How many times he’s had to comfort you because you don’t feel like you belonged. Kronos would provide a New World. A new Golden Age where you didn’t have to suffer with a shitty father anymore.

Your palm held his scarred cheek. He met your lips in a soft kiss. Everything would be okay if you were with one another. Love is a very powerful thing to wield after all.

“I’m sorry, Percy.” You apologized, looking over at your half-brother. The pit scorpion on the back of his hand. “It’s…it’s nothing against you.”

You attempted to find the words to explain your situation. Luke’s calloused hand held yours gently. It was time to go. To flee from Camp.

“It’s our father that I hate, not you. You—you have to understand.” You hastily explained. “He left me neglected for year. I was content staying at Hermes Cabin and—he decided to claim me when I finally had a place here.”

“The world will remember us, Percy. Olympus will remember not to fuck with us—our dads will remember not to neglect any other half-blood.” Luke stated and twisted Backbiter in his hand. A determined glint in his eyes. Kronos’ calling him away to revive him already.

“Goodbye, Percy. This is the new Golden Age. You won’t be apart of it.” Luke slashed an arc with Backbiter, creating a rip through time and space to travel. The scorpion lunged.

You hesitated a moment, seeing your half-brother in agony. Luke told him sixty seconds. He’ll make it. He’s Percy Jackson after all.

You couldn’t delay your departure any longer. Luke needed someone by his side. To keep his sanity with Kronos calling out to him so often.

Wherever Clyde goes, Bonnie follows.

You departed from Camp, not knowing that would be the last time you see your beloved home.

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[charliedawn]

Heyy! Idk if you are taking requests but if you are. Could you write one of bnha in which Aizawa has a daughter and she gets in a dangerous fight and she arrives home hurt?

Thanksss :) 🤍🩷

It was late evening when Shouta, the ever-tired Pro Hero Eraserhead, sat at his desk grading papers. The room was dim, the only light being a small lamp casting a soft glow over the mess of papers and files on his desk. He had barely blinked through the last stack when his phone buzzed with a message. He ignored it at first, assuming it was another work-related notice. But then another ping followed, and a chill ran down his spine.

His daughter, who was supposed to be out with friends, hadn’t messaged him all day.

Quickly, he checked his phone. There was a message from her. "Dad, I’m coming home. Don’t freak out." His eyes narrowed in suspicion. The phrasing was strange, and that could only mean one thing: trouble.

Moments later, the front door creaked open, and Aizawa’s sharp instincts flared. He stood up from his chair and turned to face the hallway. His daughter stumbled inside, clutching her side, her clothes torn and blood staining her shirt. Her face was bruised, and there was a cut running down her arm.

His usually calm, aloof expression broke for a second, fear and anger flashing in his eyes. "What happened ?" His voice was low, tight with concern, though he quickly approached her with controlled steps. He knelt down, scanning her injuries. She tried to smile through the pain, her face contorting slightly. "It’s not as bad as it looks, Dad. Just...got caught up in a fight. Some villains decided to pick a fight on the way back. I handled it."

Aizawa's jaw clenched. He wasn't only angry at her for being reckless but also at himself for not being there when she needed him. "Handled it ? Is that what you’re calling it ?" His voice was sharper than he intended. "You’re bleeding."

"I didn't have a choice. They ambushed me." She swayed slightly on her feet, and he quickly caught her arm, guiding her to the couch.

"Sit down. I'll get the first-aid kit," Aizawa said, his tone now firm but a bit softer. She was home. That was all that mattered. He moved swiftly, returning with bandages and antiseptic. As he started to clean the wound on her arm, she winced but didn’t say a word. She knew her father was furious, but she also knew he wouldn’t raise his voice at her when she was in such a state.

"Who were they ?" he finally asked after a few minutes, his voice calm but still carrying a note of anger.

She hesitated, knowing this was the part he would not take well. "Some low-level villains. They were looking for you, and I guess they found me instead."

Aizawa’s hands stilled for a moment as he processed the information. His mind was racing, thinking of all the possibilities, how close she had come to serious harm and how it had all been his fault. He should have been there. He should have gotten hurt—not her. "You shouldn’t have been alone," he said quietly, resuming his work on her wounds after a brief moment.

"I wasn’t exactly alone," she murmured. "I had a few classmates with me, but they weren’t fast enough to keep up when it started. I didn’t want anyone else to get hurt, so I told them to run while I distracted the villains."

His grip on the bandage tightened, but he kept his composure. "You were reckless. Even as my daughter, you don’t get a free pass for taking unnecessary risks like that. You should have called me immediately."

She lowered her eyes. "I know. I’m sorry."

Aizawa sighed deeply, his frustration mixing with the overwhelming relief that she had come home alive. "You’re not just sorry. You’re lucky. Next time, there might not be a 'coming home' for you if you act like that."

Her eyes softened, knowing that beneath his scolding was genuine worry. "I’ll be more careful. I promise."

Aizawa finished tending to her injuries and sat back, running a hand through his messy hair. For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the tension in the air slowly dissipating.

"You’re too much like me," he finally muttered, his tone almost resigned.

She chuckled softly. "That’s what everyone says."

Aizawa looked at her, his usual tired eyes reflecting a rare, tender emotion. "That…wasn’t a compliment."

Your smile faltered a bit.

"It is for me."

He didn’t respond to that. He just sat there with her, the weight of what could’ve been still pressing down on his chest. He then suddenly pulled you into his arms.

"…Reckless idiot." he muttered. You were surprised by the hug, but returned it nonetheless with a smile.

"…I love you too, Dad."

[veri-luv]

Dr Ratio : Headcanons 🡢 Harry Potter AU

repost from old (deleted post)

Reasoning / Explanation (skip if too wordy)

First of all, he is NOT a ravenclaw and let me make my damn case. He's not even an erudition character fighting-wise (his path in the game is the hunt + imaginary).

Sure he does follow the erudition and he's very very smart but like WHY does he follow erudition? What does he want? Screwllum said that he was more like a medical doctor. He wants to cure ignorance in everyone. So for that reason I'm going to have to put him in Hufflepuff.

I honestly hate hufflepuff in the book. It has been critiqued for being where the extras / folks that don't fit in the other 3 get sorted into. My "hufflepuff but better" isn't even called hufflepuff, it should be something wind related (my idea is Zephyrith).

Hufflepuffs should get cool traits too like being righteous and almost saintlike. Fairness, kindness, they have their rules and they uphold it. Hard working and loyal. They keep their word. Very selfess motivations. See how much cooler it sounds?

Instead of that fuckass badger it should be related to a bird too or at least something with wings (idea: give that badger wings 💥). And the yellow color should lean more towards gold. Give the dorm and overall aesthetic a holy golden vibe to suit the traits of selflessness and justice.

VEEEEEEERY long post ahead & much yapping you've been warned.

Pre-Hogwarts

His dad was definitely a "muggle" and his mom was the one who did and taught him magic. His mom was a ravenclaw and a really good guider too and probably the first one to ignite that magic-loving spark in him.

His father on the other hand was big into anything engineering and philosophy related. He probably got interested in ancient Greek and Roman stuff from how much his father quoted Plato and Socrates and other famous Greek philosophers.

He found the quotes a little excessive at first... before hearing a really good quote and having to look it up.

"Look it up" ended up being: reading all of "On The Soul - Aristotle".

His mother, though being a ravenclaw, wasn't as hardcore about knowledge as Ratio would grow up to be. She was definitely passionate though. When he first showed signs of being more smarter (than what's expected of someone his age), she had to admit that it made her feel very proud and hopeful.

That is until he started being a brat about it.

"Amore, he's asleep now but during bath time he was going on about Pythagoreanism again..."

"You think he'll turn out to be like your uhh, snotty blue raventoe friends?" (he knows it's ravenclaw he's just messing with her)

"Ravenclaw, and if he does it'd ...definitely cause him some trouble."

"It'd cause us, some trouble."

idk how to write dialogue

Hogwarts

He was in fact, not a Ravenclaw.

Which sounded just as ridiculous to him, and just as frustrating. He thought he'd at least make it into the same house and dorm the genius society members graced (mysterious group of witches and wizards) ... but to not even make it to Ravenclaw himself?

His face paled in front of the crowd as he heard the Hufflepuff table cheer. His facial expressions remained practically the same with his stupid little cold RBF.

He barely knew any people in Hogwarts but every time someone met him they'd assume he was a Ravenclaw and it'd make him internally flinch a bit. You'd think that's where it would end but with his witty remarks and tendency to not hold back or sugarcoat facts, lets just say he quickly gained a bit of a (negative) reputation (at least in the first few weeks of school).

Enough about houses let's get to the actual classes.

NO MORE BOLD AND ITALICS I'M TOO TIRED Y'ALL JUST GONNA HAVE TO READ THE REST OF THE essay PARAGRAPHS 😭!!!

It wouldn't be surprising to realize he's one of the few people who are actually chill in Snape's potions class. It wasn't even one of his all-time favorites (though it was certainly up there), he just found it really simple actually. He was honestly baffled as to how anyone could fail? It was no rocket science, the instructions were as precise as it could get.

At the start he really got into Astronomy (of course) and later Herbology.

His truly favorite subjects were Arithmancy (and later Advanced Arithmancy).

On his third year however, he decided to apply to every single elective (and later advanced) class, and somehow passed so well he became extremely popular for it. Suddenly people wouldn't mind his personality if it meant getting help from him.

I think Art class as his extracurricular was when he started getting into making statues. Statues that moved, even. Charms and Transfiguration really helped in making these magic statues. He probably used transfiguration on his plaster head to make it look normal when wearing it (since that's the only way I can imagine it fitting on him like it's his own head).

One of the best model students. It was a close call but in the end he instantly became Head Boy. It was obvious it'd be him. He shattered the expectations and stereotypes of what it was to be a Hufflepuff. He was the pride of Hufflepuff. He gave the house a bit of respect among the school and thank God he did.

Such a model student that he was almost perfect to others. A 'deity among men' even. By the end he had what one could call a 'fanbase'.

Though he was a model student, it's not like he didn't break any rules. A bit of trespassing here and there, but mostly to watch other rule breaking students from a distance, trailing closely behind and watching to see what happens.

Of course his magical pet of choice would be an owl. A fluffy cute one that balanced out his own personality. It had a name that was a mouthful, Dicaeosyne, to make it get taken a bit more seriously. In his first few years, if there was any reason for error, it was always that damned owl's fault. But after a while they grew close (Got him saying corny shit like "Birds of a feather flock together" 💀).

Both his parents send him tons of letters from time to time including little gifts. His favorite and oddly sentimental gift being old candles that got remade from his childhood, and least favorite being confetti and glitter in an envelope (sent because he passed a very difficult test, even for him). (by the same company)

Loves loves loooves gossip actually. He gossips all the time, just with his close friends ahem a certain Slytherin part of a certain gemstone-themed clique. Nobody even expects it because he kind of just stands there, with his dumb plaster head. He says he uses it to isolate his senses, and it's true , but sometimes he just has it on and listens in. He just wants to know. when he cast a spell on it to do so

Stickers on his telescope. This was more noticeable in his 5th year. Once people figured out he put stickers on his telescope, everyone started sending him stickers, and very few ended up on there.

I know we moved on from people assuming he's a ravenclaw, but the one thing that really throws people off is his self-absorption. Like he really thinks he's THAT guy (and he is tbh). After a while people just kind of accepted it.

hope this doesn't flop like last time

[aroninshonour]

Anyone else ever wonder how the story would've gone of Lloyd never managed to "turn good" for lack of better words?

Like. Hear me out. He still has his element obviously but

He also never followed what was supposed to be his 'destiny'. Defeating his dad? Pft. Nope. Instead he joined Garmadon.

After training and learning what he would from the ninja and his uncle, he betrays them. To them, it all seems last minute . . . They feel hurt. Sad. Helpless.

But Lloyd? He's been doing this for a long time. Despite being a child, he went behind their backs. He used them for their knowledge. Since he released the serpentine, since he managed to see his dad again, he's been working with him the whole time.

Garmadon though? He's unsure about it all, things don't seem quite right. He's supposed to be defeated, he's supposed to fight Lloyd. But here he is, fighting alongside his son, against the ninja. He should feel happier about this, he doesn't have to fight his son. But instead it all just feels off. Wrong. Perhaps, just maybe...maybe he's making a mistake?

The ninja? Wu? They're hurt. They thought they could trust him after all this time. This isn't how it was supposed to go. Lloyd was supposed to fight his dad, defeat the dark Overlord and now, instead, he's fighting beside him? That's...confusing. Incorrect. What are they even supposed to do now? Defeat the green ninja? Fight someone they called family? Someone theh looked after and cared for no matter how big of a pain he was? ... they really didn't want to do that.

Idk this is jst random thoughts that came to me lol enjoy

[soficraft]

CONSIDER:

etho is a revolutionary who’s been tasked with killing the princess

gem is the princess who is much harder to kill than etho originally planned

THIS.

I Really Wish I Hated You

Title is the name of Blink 182 song (go listen to it, is SOO GOOD)

edit: I tried my best to fix errors, so this should be better now.

credits: figure 1 by Pierre Auguste Cot, figure 2 by Claude Monet, figure 3 by Frank Dicksee.

Tw: idk, etho trys to kill gem. Bad king. Bad dad. If there is anything more let me know!

Sinopsis (?): Etho is a revolutionary who is an assassin and gets assigned the job to kill the princess. It turns out the princess is more then just a fragile girl.

Pt.2

Etho didn't expect any of this.

When he got the task of killing the princess, he thought the work would be done in a second, but boy was he wrong.

The princess was way harder to kill than what he expected. Don't blame him for underestimating the princess. She had the image of a fragile vase. With red hair, green eyes that sparkled when she was outside, surrounded by nature. Her pale skin reminded him of porcelain, another fragile material.

So yeah, Etho had imagined that just one arrow to the heart would do the job, but it didn't.

The first time he tried killing her, somehow she had noticed him following her.

Which was shocking because he was the best at his job. And everyone who was part of the underworld knew that.

But he wasn't impressed. He was just shocked that she had turned around and looked directly at the tree he was hiding in. Of course, when that happened, Etho knew that the smart thing to do was run away because with her, all of her guards did the same thing and started walking to his hiding spot.

That led to him following her and learning her schedule for two weeks. Two weeks.

For Etho, that was a long time.

He did four other jobs while watching the princess. Which made him question if the job was worthy.

But a part of him was already invested in this, so he couldn't turn his back.

Also, he was surprised to learn that the princess had sparring lessons, with martial arts and archery. And inevitably, he got a little too curious about the beautiful girl he was paid to kill.

Maybe that was one reason why it had taken him two weeks to plan his next attempt, but he was never going to admit that.

Instead of thinking about it, he made the conclusion that it was time to kill her, so she wouldn't mess up with his head.

His second attempt happened on a Monday afternoon. The sky was reaching its orange colours, some flowers were closing and some animals were going to bed. Meanwhile, Etho was hiding between the shadows, waiting for his princess to appear.

He had learned that after her social etiquette and manners classes, she would hang out by the lake in the palace interior forest. And she would take only one of her guards. Amazing.

He saw her appear in all her glory. She really was a sight to behold. Delicate and beautiful. The ribbon on her hair always matched her dresses, her hair always falling in a perfect cascade, and her smile always shining brighter than the sun.

But today that smile wasn't there.

It disconcerted him.

"I don't understand why he doesn't let me practice with you!" She was saying, and Etho couldn't help himself from eavesdropping to the princess in distress.

She seemed angry. Her face was a little red, matching her hair, and her hands were moving with the words she spoke in a frustrated manner.

"Princess, you need to understand the king. He is worried about you" The guard told her with a hint of sympathy.

She gave him a look that even had Etho intimidated. It didn't match the princess he knew, and the cold tone of her next words didn't match her sweet voice.

"If he was worried about me, he would at least give me a minute of his day, Joel"

He didn't understand the answer. It was known in the kingdom that the princess and the king have a great relationship. At least, that's what they always show.

The guard, that now he knew was named Joel, let out a sight, seeming defeated.

"And also, he is always talking about me becoming queen and how important is that I have this perfect image" her voice got louder as she kept on talking "but he never shares anything with me! How am I supposed to know what my people need when he doesn't share anything? He doesn't even let me out of this stupid castle!"

Etho was shocked with the new information.

The princess and the king didn't have the perfect relationship after all. More importantly, it seems the princess knew nothing about her dad's dirty work.

He found himself with a dilemma.

He was a revolutionary. He was given this job not only because he was a great assassin but also because he hated the king and the princess as much as everyone in the lower districts.

And now he just happens to hear her saying something that implies her innocence in all of the mistreatment and damage her father has done, so was it really fair to kill her?

But when has he cared about fairness? For voids sake, he is an assassin! He kills for money and never questions it. What was wrong with him? Why did it felt so wrong now?

He really needs to kill this princess.

Taking one arrow, he prepares to shoot. He sees her, perfectly aline with the arrow. She keeps on talking, her mouth moving, her nose wrinkling as her guards say something she doesn't like, and her pretty green eyes burn with passion as she keeps on expressing herself.

Etho's heart beats ring in his ears, and he wants to take his eyes away from her so he doesn't have to see the end of his actions, but he can't do that, he needs to have his target in sight.

So, taking a breath, he finally let the arrow fly to its destination.

It's done, he tells himself, feeling a lot of emotions that he thought were impossible for him to feel.

But the arrow never hits the princess.

Etho can just watch as the princess takes the sword of her guard's belt and, in a swift move, cuts the arrow in mid-air.

He is not only surprised this time, he is also impressed. So impressed that even when her guard gets out of his state of shock and the princess starts walking in his direction, he just stays there, mouth hanging open behind his mask, heart beating a mile per hour and mind stuck in her body moving fast as a light.

When he finally gets out of it, he runs as fast as he can, thinking about what the hell is he going to do now.

And a little bit happy that his attempt didn't work out. Just a little.

Hell, there was something wrong with him. Something really wrong. He needs to get the princess killed.

They say the third time's a charm, right?

He will have to find another way to kill her.

But not now, maybe tomorrow, or maybe in a week.

After all, the princess isn't easy to kill.

And that's what he tells his employer, asking for more time.

Time that he knows would make no difference.

__________________

So... this is the first thing i write that i share here. I'm a little embarrassed and nervous cause english isn't my first language.

If there are any mistakes, please let me know so i can change them.

Thank you sooo much for reading this, and if you liked it and want a part two, just let me know!!

[stolentrekblr]

Trekblr Community Reaction

I have wanted to compile reactions from the community for a while now, and today I finally made it happen. I have not editorialized anything, doing my best to copy reactions as written. Without further ado:

i love accs like this and the people behind them. the dedication to search for stuff like this and bring it home. sounds absolutely maddening and i salute them. to sift through garbage theft accs… doing the lords work

idk if i should feel honored or not, at least my username is there lol. this is very funny to me. like i dont even use facebook anymore

Omg they erased the last sentence. Lmao. I mean if you’re gonna steal my posts at least include the entire thing. It’s literally the least you could do

chat should we kill them?

OMGOD IVE MADE IT!!! this is crazy because i feel like my dad might actually see my star trek posts LMFAO. he's always on there. this is a big moment

I don't have a problem with reposts of my stuff if the watermark/username is included, but I appreciate the spirit of what you're doing

Nice sentiment but i really don't want people on facebook to have a link to my tumblr blog. thank god it's uncredited... been around a while my posts are always being stolen

The person Im thinking of flat out took OC memes from me and passed off my captions as his own. He gave me credit once from what I've seen and then the other times it looks like he made it up himself. I'm all for tossing memes out there and letting them be wild and free, but this guy twists it and uses it to beg for money on his page. He's got the lobes.

Why did they censor my pfp but not my username WHAT

damn. ig im famous now. better start lining up for autographs

People are posting me to Facebook???????

Damn... I'm not even mad about this tbh... someone thought my stupid post was good enough to steal and put on a facebook group 🤣🤣

disgusting

?!?!??!??!??!??!?!!!??!?

You know what I'm ok with Facebook enjoying this one I appreciate it being edited over them

This has never happened to me before

I honestly don’t mind seeing screen shots of my posts showing up elsewhere, it’s inevitable, but the nature of a screenshot shows the source of the post as well as the OP. But this crap is blatant plagiarism. Obviously this person is on tumblr, so I hope they see this. Please do better and have a smidgeon of integrity. Just give credit? It’s really not difficult? Thanks @stolentrekblr for the effort here.

Yooooo this is wild! Glad people like it I guess

This one ALMOST gives credit. But not quite. Could’ve just typed my handle in the post 🤷‍♀️ super easy, barely an inconvenience.

Come on... Just type "credit: *tumblr handle of the OP*" It's so easy not to be a spineless thief.

The watermark 🙄🙄

keep doing your thing op. you're like an archeologist but instead of screaming about how it belongs in a museum you are adamantly making sure people know where these things came from. i can't even fucking imagine the searching you have to do to find these posts. earlier today i couldn't find a post i had seen yesterday. keep it up!

I tracked down a post of mine that you found reposted on the data FB page, and left them a comment. "Hey look, its my post! didn't even crop out my tumblr url lmao. it was much more popular on my blog tho (1,817. notes)" They did not respond. 😒 It only got 344 reactions and 6 comments on the data page though... that page has like 38k followers... at least my posts do well when I post them myself on the Star Trek Shitposting page 🤣

I've made it. I have arrived. I got my 5 second shitpost lifted and put on another social media site, complete with a hazy photo overlay. I have won at Tumblr. I can rest now. I can rest.

Ohh yeah, this guy's a real loser. It's the WATERMARK for me 🙄

The HUBRIS!

ahh wow Ive never had a post escape containment before!! did they at least link back?

I am touched ^-^

plagiarism is the real problem. it gets worse when you see someone profit off the passions of other people in a fandom

well damn. and i'm here looking for employment...

sad to see someone else repost on fb and even watermark it. seriously what is up with the watermark over a screenshot of a tumblr post

Yeah. I think you're doing good work. I think exploitation is so baked into society that some people don't even realize when they are using the free labor of others for their own gain.

[infamouzsky]

COTL rambling about Forneus' husband

I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANY I BELIEVE IDK Ill brainstorm about it below

OKAY SO

Tears of the VENGEFUL Father: What drives the patriarch without clan?

And the design of the tear is of a blessed item it seems?? Both of them remind of the Blessed and Damned relics aesthetics Given that both names' are contradictory to the relics' appearances, I belive they might suggest inner feelings. So like while the father was vengeful, he held a good heart, and while the mother was merciful, she kept a lot of pain and hate to herself Or they just simply match Aym and Baal's looks LMAO

BASED ON THe first relic's desc, I believe that maybe Aym and Baal's father was the leader of their village? Or maybe instead of it being Forneus who was a former vessel of the Crown, it was actually her husband

A patriarch is defined as the male head of a Family or Tribe, which brings me to think that while he was a father of 2, he was also a leader of a cult or group of ppl (should he have been a Red Crown vessel indeed) Now the vengeful suggests that he mightve resented whatever that happened to his cult or his family even

SO MAYBe somewhere along his journey as the vessel of the Red Crown, he lost his cult OR got separated from Forneus and his kits somehow?? Because when I think about it, Forneus lives in a wagon of sorts

Which entertains the idea that maybe they lost their home and now wander around the woods (or maybe that has always been their lifestyle-) BUT ALONG THE LINE SOMETHING GOT THE FATHER KILLED, which would explain why Forneus' tear looks so- enraged. As if she was crying out of pain from losing her beloved, but possibly anger for the God that he followed (TOWW) Tho I doubt she mightve resented Nari that much since she did give her kits to Shamura (unless they never mentioned who it was for)

THIS ALL IS JUST TO SAY THAT I HOPE WE LEARN WHO WAS THEIR DAD CUz now that I realized the description of the tear it only makes me wonder what happened to him

[occasionaloneshots]

omg sorry uh uh could I maybe request a cj (y2k) x gn / they/them reader who's kind of a loner like eli? like has one or two friends and rarely talks, super anxious, etc? like maybe they meet at the party or something??? idk I crave cj content he's actually so cutie patootie sjdnnsnsnsjdn anyways thank you if you do this and have a wonderful day/night!!

; 🕯

As someone who firmly believes that Ash and CJ are the best Characters in the movie, I’m absolutely giddy over this omg, absolutely

Life of the Party -CJ Y2K

“Look at you, real life of the party over here., huh? “Are you gonna smoke with me or not?”

CJ x Loner!reader

Pronouns used: they/them/theirs

Tropes used: Beginning of a Strangers to lovers plot

Word count: 2K

Summary: Parties like this were so not their thing.

Warnings: Canon typical smoking and drinking, swearing, mentions of parental divorce, I don't know if you wanted this to turn romantic but I love to write a first kiss scene so I guess we ended up here.

RIP CJ, you would have HATED that this is the song I gave you. But you can't tell me that it's not a funny option.

    Places like this were never their thing. Chris’ house was far too crowded, far too loud. Some awful song they didn’t quite know but vaguely recognized is blaring from his dad’s new speakers. If it had better bass it might even be shaking the windows. The sound’s headache inducing as they walk through the busy house, arms drawn to their chest in an attempt to make themself smaller. At some point this aimless wandering was focused on finding their friends, but that proved itself nearly pointless after their second lap. For all (Y/n) knows, their friends left them alone to “help them open up”, not that a plan like that could actually work on them. They had no plans on being anywhere but home tonight, let alone plans to make new friends.

   The kitchen is easier to be in than the rest of the house, they’ve found a spot leaning against the counter, watching a group harass a guy from their English class. They should know his name, they know they should. PJ maybe? CJ? Yeah, definitely CJ. He’s backed against a bookshelf, Farkus leaning beside him to mock him while the taller guy’s short friend with the green hair films them. They’re debating-or maybe arguing- about music, CJ looking as bored as they feel as he deals with the situation he’s been backed into.

   (Y/n) vaguely catches as CJ calls him a drone, leading to him scoffing as he repeats the words. The guy’s cup is slapped out of his hand, a loud shout of “That’s why your cup is not in our fucking hand, bitch,” following the action. CJ doesn’t react much, instead just looking around for a way out as the friend group around him breaks out into collective laughter.

It’s not like they’re friends with the guy -they’re not even fully positive that they’ve attached the right name to him- but they feel some odd draw to do something. 

   Pushing themself off the counter they cross over to the kitchen island, grabbing a new solo cup and splashing what they hope is just a shot of vodka into the cup. (Y/n)’s lip finds its way between their teeth, looking back and forth between the cup they’re now pouring coke into and the guy across the room. Their stomach churns, a strange burning sensation filling their gut as (Y/n)’s instincts scream out for them not to speak, and yet, “Hey, CJ!” He looks up to them, brows quirking as he pushes by Farkus and over the kitchen island. “You okay?” They offer him the drink they’d poured, smiling with silent pride as he takes it. “Yeah, I don’t,” CJ sighs, laughing slightly as he leans against the counter beside him, “I don’t pay him any mind. The cup was empty anyway. Really just put trash on the floor.”  His words are punctuated with a sip of the drink, watching his classmate over the plastic brim.

   They nod, lip back between their teeth as they look at him wordlessly. “But thank you though, really. It’s (Y/n), right? You uh, you sit behind me in English?” They nod, “Yeah, CJ was right, right?” He nods, “Yeah.” The energy between them is stiff, (Y/n)’s hands resting in their pockets as they thumb over the plastic bag waiting in their windbreaker. They’re not sure what to say to him, but from the way that they can feel eyes on them, they know they’ve inadvertently made the two of them a show. “So,” they drag the word out, slightly pulling the bag from their pocket, ensuring that he can see it, “You got a light?” It brings a smirk to his lips, an arm crossing over his chest as he looks them over. 

   “Look at you, real life of the party over here, huh?” He bumps their arm with his elbow, smiling as he pushes himself away from the counter. The beginning of a blush is flaring up in their cheeks, the attention making the nerves in their stomach feel as if they’ve been lit aflame. Since when are they the type to share? “Are you going to smoke with me or not?” He laughs, waving a hand to them as he turns towards the garage, “Come on then.” They don’t really talk on the way out of the kitchen, (Y/n) busying their hands as they fidget with the pack of rolling paper in their pocket. 

    CJ opens the door, holding it open for them with a slight wave into the room, “After you.” They give him a soft nod, walking down into the basement and sitting down on the step, “You got a thing about not letting people roll for you?” He shakes his head, bouncing around them to stand in front of the stairs with his arm back over his chest, “You go ahead.” The room is silent as (Y/n) breaks up a nug, looking down at the stair beside them as they drop the broken up pieces into a rolling paper. They can feel his eyes on the side of their face, making a lump slowly build in their throat. There’s a few times that their lips part in an attempt to speak to him just to close again as they realize they don’t know what to say. 

    “So, you really are this quiet outside of class, huh?” They nod, pulling the joint up as they twist the end of it closed, “Yeah, I uh, I guess I don’t have much to say.” They lift their hand, joint tucked between their fingers to offer it to him. “It’s your light, you first.” The boy shakes his head, pulling his lighter out to hand it to them, “It’s your herb.” A tight lipped smile crosses their mouth as they turn their hand over to accept the lighter. After passing it over, CJ walks back to their side, lowering himself onto the step next to them. They take a drag, passing the joint to them with the hint of a smile on their face. “So,” he hums before taking a hit, “Why’d you move here?” “My mom got a new job here after my parents got divorced and I didn’t want to live with my dad,” it’s a stoney and cold response, reaching out for the joint again. CJ nods, taking a sip off of his drink before bumping their shoulder with his, “So how much of that do I have to get into you before you become a conversationalist?” 

   The question drags a giggle out of them, bumping his shoulder back, “God, a whole one at least. Never been all that great at making friends.” “Maybe it’s because you don’t talk.” They hum, rolling their eyes as they pass the joint back, “Thank you, Captain Obvious. What do you even talk to strangers about?” He taps his chin, looking over to them with a smile, “What type of music do you listen to?” 

   “Woah dude, way too far,” they throw a hand up as they talk, leaning away from his side. He stares at them bewildered, slow blinking as he tries to comprehend the reaction until they start laughing. A real smile crossing their face for the first time since they got dragged out of the house. “I’m fucking with you. I don’t really have a set music taste, it’s just whatever speaks to me, you know? Like, I think the point of music is to feel something, so as long as it does that, who cares about the genre?” He nods, “You listen to any underground MCs? Because I know a few if you want some recs.” Their lip slides back between their lip, nodding as they look his face over, “Yeah, that would be really nice. Make me a mix and I’ll talk to you about it later.” 

   “You want me to make you a mix? Since when does making friends come with homework?” They smirk, waving the joint between them, “Well, if your recs are any good then it won’t be a problem for you.” His shoulder comes over to bump against theirs again with a smile, “There you go, you’re loosening up. But yeah, I’ll make you a mix.” “Bring it to me in class?” “For sure. Now, your turn.” “My turn?” He nods, taking the joint that they’re waving from them, “Yeah, ask me anything.” “And you’ll tell me the truth?” It earns them a nod, the smoke coming up to rest between his lips as he waits. 

    “What is it about hip-hop? What’s the draw?” He laughs, leaning back against the step as he offers the smoke over to them, “That’s just an extension of my question.” “No it’s not! I’m asking why you like your music, not what music you like. They’re different!” “Okay, okay. I don’t know it just, makes you think. It’s got more substance than the shit that’s on MTV.” They’re watching him intently as he speaks. CJ’s eyes are closed, hat tipping off of his head from the way he leans back. There’s a peace taking over his face that feels like a complete 180 from the way he was acting in the house. Lips slightly curved up at the corners as a hand rests on his chest. “Yeah, I can see that. It’s what makes you feel seen, right?” He nods, pointing a finger lazily up towards them, “Exactly. So, do you have a boyfriend back home?” 

     The question makes them choke, smoke getting caught in their throat as they cough. (Y/n)’s eyes are watering as they look at him, the smoke burning their senses as they pass him the last hit. “What?” “Do you have a boyfriend back home? Or one here, I guess.” They shake their head, “Why would that matter?” CJ sits up, blowing out smoke as he puts the roach out on the brick stair. “It’s a minute until midnight and the cute new kid who sits behind me in class finally talked to me.” A flush floods through their face, the heat of the newfound bloodrush so heavy that they can feel the warmth in their ears. “So that’s why you agreed to smoke with me?” 

    He shakes his head, turning fully towards them, “No I agreed to smoke with you because I’ve been dying to have a conversation with you. If you let me kiss you at midnight that would just be a bonus for me.” The nerves that were burning through them in the kitchen are suddenly lit back up. A burning, churning fear in their stomach as their hands begin to shake. This isn’t the attention that they’re used to, no one has ever admitted to seeing them like that. “I’ve never had a new year’s kiss before.” His eyebrows raise, tongue coming out to dart over his lips. “Well, if you wanted, we could change that in about thirty seconds.” 

    It’s enough to make them want to get up and run. This isn’t something that they’ve ever experienced, a pressure building up in their stomach and chest that they can’t quite place. Somewhere they can hear the countdown starting as his eyes search theirs. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s change that.” It comes with a giggle, them reaching out to grab his jaw and slowly leaning in. The countdown hits one as their lips connect, this soft slow motion that makes their stomach churn and their cheeks burn. They can vaguely recognize the churning “butterflies”, their eyes still lidded as they pull away from him. “Well, that was a first.” 

   CJ’s eyes blow wide, staring at them, “Was that your first kiss? Like, ever?” It makes them laugh, the sound matching with the flickering of the lights that almost makes (Y/n) seem like magic. “No, no, just the first time I’ve kissed a stranger.” A playful hand falls onto his chest, “A stranger? I know what type of music you listen to and you tasked me with making you a mix. You could at least call us acquaintances.” The laugh grows stronger, (Y/n) leaning over their knees as their shoulders rock with the sound. “You’re right, we’re at least acquaintances.” He nudges their arm again, playing with his lighter as he talks, “Then, maybe if you like the mix, we could get dinner and talk about it?” The idea is terrifying, but somehow the concept is electrifying in a way they adore. “Yeah, yeah, it’s a date.” 

Tags: @lowkeyrobin

[mrsmikaelsxn]

ABBA Marathon

masterlist

pairing: father sirius black x daughter reader

warnings: like one curse word, tooth rotting fluff, sirius being an icon, literally just a very fun read that i hope has you smiling in your bed

summary: you meet sirius, play chess with sirius, and have an abba singing and dance party with sirius (sirius meeting his daughter post azkaban - requested by anon)

a/n: im so obsessed with this idk i wish sirius was my dad, also sorry this has been in my inbox for so long

song: waterloo - abba

Being Sirius Black's daughter was quite tiring. But also thrilling. Especially since it was your third year when he escaped Azkaban.

Your best friends are Harry, Hermione, and Ron. You couldn't have asked for better ones.

With the rumors of Sirius coming after you and Harry, people had been cold towards you because of your father, not that you could control who your father was.

Right now you were outside, taking a walk in some fresh air. Suddenly a dog comes up to you and barks once. "Why, hello there," you coo and bend down. The dog happily wags his tail and jumps onto her. "Aww, you're so cute!" 

You pet the dog, who leans into your hand. "You are very skinny," you frowned. "Follow me, I'm sure Hagrid has some food I can give you." 

As you two head down, you get near the Whomping Willow. As you pass by, the dog suddenly spins and before you could blink the dog was biting your pants, tugging you to the tree. 

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Dog, but these are new pants." You then get very close to the tree, "Er- I don't think this is a good idea," you say nervously as the branches of the tree start to move. 

The dog looks up in alert and quickly tugs you into some type of hole that they slid down into. "Ah!" The dog jumps up and pulls on your pants again. "Where are we going?"

Finally, you come into an empty abandoned room. "What is this place..."

You walk over and pick up a dusted book, blowing on the cover before putting it back down. You turn around and her eyes go wider than they've ever been. "AHH!" you scream.

"AHH!" 

"AHH!"

"SHH!"  

You cover your mouth and stare at the one and only Sirius Black.

Your father.

"What the fuck," you whisper to yourself. "Oh my Merlin, I'm too young to die! I- I haven't gotten to slap Malfoy yet, I haven't been able to prank Snape! I ha-"

"Prank Snape?" Sirius pipes up. 

"I'm going to die. Oh, Godric," you pace while frantically whispering to yourself. "I'm in the same room with Sirius Black, alone."

He frowns at being called by his name instead of Dad, which it should be.

"Relax, love, I'm not going to kill you."

You spin and face the man, "You're not?"

"No."

"Then why am I here? For giggles and a tea party?"

"One, you're about to find out. Two, I don't like tea," Sirius makes a face. 

"Huh, me neither. Now, go on, tell me why I'm in an abandoned room with an escaped convicted murderer," you cross your arms. 

"I'm not a murderer. I'm innocent, I swear."

You narrow her eyes, "How so?"

"Well, it started when I first got to Hogwarts..."

You wipe the tears from under your eyes, "That is the saddest thing I have ever heard."

Sirius waves his hand, "Now that you know what happened, you believe me right?"

"Of course!" You throw her arms around the man, who relaxes into his daughters hold. It's been a long time since he has had human contact.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid you can't tell anyone about me just yet."

"Why?! If I tell them you're inno-"

He smiles sadly, "I'm not so sure they would believe you."

"But-" Sirius shakes his head. You sigh, "Well, are you going to be staying here?"

He nods, "I guess. It's a bit dirty though, if you ask me."

"I can fix that," you grin. He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. You takes out your wand and flick it. The room starts moving and the dust all collects together before flying out the window. The furniture vanishes and new ones appear. Pictures form on the wall and the room cleans up into a brand new, clean room.

"Wow, impressive. Thank you," Sirius says. You nod and flick your wrist again. In the blink of an eye, Sirius is freshly cleaned and looks well taken care of. His eyes almost water at your kindness. "I truly can't thank you enough."

"That's better, isn't it?" You smile proudly at your work. "Oh! You need food," you think for a moment, "I'll just bring you down daily meals."

"I can't ask you to do that, it's too much."

"It's a good thing you don't have to ask. You mentioned your friend... Remus Lupin." Sirius nods and gestures for you to continue, "He's a Professor this year... anyway, is he a..."

"A...?"

"Werewolf," you say hesitantly. 

Sirius' face goes a bit pale, "What makes you think that?"

"His boggart was a moon, and he has lots of light scars."

"Would it change your opinions about him?"

"Not at all! If anything I think it makes him even better." Sirius nods his head. "Yes... he's a werewolf?" 

He nods again, "You're a bright witch."

"Thank you," you beam. You looks at your watch, "I have about twenty minutes before my friends start looking for me. In the meantime.... Wizard's Chess?"

"Yes! Checkmate!" You jump up from your seat in excitement. "I won!"

"That's not fair! You only won because I'm rusty," Sirius crosses his arms and sinks into the couch. 

"Sure, sure. Rematch tomorrow?" you ask. 

"Rematch tomorrow," you two shake hands and you go to the exit. 

"I'll bring you some food in a little while."

"Bye, darling," he waves, watching you leave. 

A few weeks later, you were on your daily trip to see Sirius. You snuck in through the Whomping Willow, you also learned how to avoid the branches. 

"Hello?!" you shout. 

"Over here!"

You follow his voice and see him digging through a closet. "What are you looking for?"

"I- that's... a good question." He stands up and clears his throat, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"It has come to my attention that you recently made an appearance in the castle."

"Mhm."

"And you didn't inform me about it beforehand," you gives him a blank stare.

"I wanted to, but it took a while to plan and I wanted it to be a surprise," he grins with jazz hands.

"You do realize that I could have helped you in, right?"

"Yeah, but I didn't want to risk you getting in trouble," he frowns. 

"I appreciate your concern," you salute him and he does it back with a chuckle.

"What's in the bag?" He nods to the one hanging on your arm. 

"This, my furry father-"

"That was a horrible joke."

"-Is a record player!" You excitedly pull it out of the bag and place it on a table. 

"A what?"

"A record player. It plays music. Want to see?!"

"As if I would say no to music."

You reach into the bag and take out some vinyl records. "I picked ones that I think you would enjoy best. There is a supergroup that I thought you would really like. They're called ABBA. They're one of my favorites." 

You set up the record player and place one of the vinyls in. You grin at the man as you hit the play button.

"YOU CAN DANCE, YOU CAN JIVE! HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE! SEE THAT GIRL, WATCH THAT SCENE! DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEN!"

You and Sirius continue to shout the lyrics into your fake microphones as you hop around the room with the song blasting. When the room was first set up by you, you placed several privacy and silencing spells, so you two didn't have to worry about anyone hearing anything.

"YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN! YOUNG AND SWEET, ONLY SEVENTEEN-"

"GIMME, GIMME, GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT! WON'T SOMEBODY HELP ME CHASE THE SHADOWS AWAY?" you sing while bouncing on the couch. 

"GIMME, GIMME, GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT! TAKE ME THROUGH THE DARKNESS TO THE BREAK OF THE DAY!" Sirius continues as he walks and dances as if he were on a stage. 

"MAMMA MIA, HERE I GO AGAIN! MY, MY, HOW CAN I RESIST YOU?"

"MAMMA MIA, DOES IT SHOW AGAIN! MY, MY, JUST HOW MUCH I'VE MISSED YOU?" 

Sirius and you hold hands as you jump together and flip your hair with matching goofy grins. 

"YES, I'VE BEEN BROKENHEARTED! BLUE SINCE THE DAY WE PARTED!"

"WHY, WHY DID I EVER LET YOU GO?"

"BUT NOW IT ISN'T TRUE! NOW EVERYTHING IS NEW!" you grab your wand to create two pairs of light up sunglasses, you toss one to Sirius and you both put them on.

"AND ALL I'VE LEARNED HAS OVERTURNED! I BEG OF YOUUU!" Sirius sings. 

"DON'T GO WASTING YOUR EMOTION! LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON MEEEE!" you shout together. 

With a flick of your wrist, you - much to Sirius' surprise - somehow managed to have a disco ball with neon lights come from the ceiling. 

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sit in the Gryffindor common room. 

"I wonder what she's doing right now," Harry looks thoughtfully.

"She's been leaving a lot recently," comments Hermione, biting nervously on her nail.

"I hope she's okay," says Ron, "Sirius Black could be out there."

"LAST NIGHT I WAS TAKING A WALK ALONG THE RIVER, AND I SAW HIM TOGETHER WITH A YOUNG GIRL!"

"AND THE LOOK THAT HE GAVE HER MADE ME SHIVER! 'CAUSE HE ALWAYS USE TO LOOK AT ME THAT WAY!" Sirius grabs your hand and twirls you, causing you to laugh. 

"AND I THOUGHT, MAYBE I SHOULD WALK RIGHT UP TO HER AND SAY 'AH-HA-HA, IT'S A GAME HE LIKES TO PLAYYY!" you and Sirius shimmy dance to each other. 

You jump and freeze before breaking out in another dance and sing the chorus. "LOOK INTO HIS ANGELEYES, ONE LOOK AND YOU'RE HYPNOTISED! HE'LL TAKE YOUR HEART AND YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE!"

"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"

"I TRY TO CAPTURE EVERY MINUTE!"

"THE FEELING IN IT, SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"

"DO I REALLY SEE WHAT'S IN HER MIND, EACH TIME I'M CLOSE TO KNOWING, SHE KEEPS ON GROWING!"

"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"

"SOMETIMES I WISH THAT I COULD FREEZE THE PICTURE!"

"AND SAVE IT FROM THE FUNNY TRICKS OF TIME!"

Sirius and you wrap an arm around each other's waist as they sway to the music. 

"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERSSSSS!"

Sirius then starts pretending like he's playing the guitar to the music making your giggle. 

You and Sirius fall back, panting, onto the couch. Sirius turns to you and gives you a high five. 

"Oh my Merlin! That was the most fun I had in forever!"

"Me too, kid. Thank you. I don't know the last time I felt like that."

"You're welcome," you bumps his shoulder. "Oh! And you can keep everything, I have my own."

"Really?"

"Mhm, I'll bring you more vinyls I have. We can have more singing and dancing parties like this."

"I'm looking forward to it." He looks at a watch you got him, "I think it may be time for you to head back."

You look in a mirror on the wall, "My hair is messy from flipping it."

"I can help you with it, if you want," he smiles at you. 

"Really?" He nods. "Thanks!"

Sirius gets up and grabs a brush, you turn on the couch so he is behind you as he brushes through your hair. "I'm going to try to do that braid you taught me."

"Here's a hair tie," you take one off your wrist. 

He struggles at first but manages to do a good, tight braid. "Done!" Sirius claps his hands. 

You look in the mirror, "Wow, you have a good teacher."

He shrugs, "Meh, she's alright." You slap the back of his head, "Okay, okay! Not the hair! Okay, I have the best teacher." 

You nod happily and grab your bag, "Bye, Dad."

"See you soon, y/n," he winks.

[pepperf]

A good tragedy should be about a) inevitability, and b) what you are ultimately fighting is yourself. The reason TUA s4 failed so badly was that it felt extremely evitable, given their history, and what they were fighting was a combination of their sort-of stepmom and sort-of brother the Giant Blob. Like. That was not the inexorable hand of fate. That was weird city-eating goop set in motion by an arch-villain. Any half-decent superhero show would figure a way out of that.

And, sure, they might have made a tragic ending work for these characters, but they needed to show the inexorable steps that led them there from the start. Instead, all their past history shows us that they will make a terrible mess, they will try to fix it haphazardly, with everyone pulling in different directions, and end up creating a different mess instead, and none of them will ever cooperate with Five's plans.

Heck, they weren't even responsible for this one, it was their dad and stepmom's actions that brought it on. They were merely a side-effect. It's not their hubris - so it's not satisfying (in a tragic way) to see them be destroyed for it.

I get the aim of making a superhero show that has the superheroes be the problem in the end (tbh, this has been done a million times already, I don't know why SB thinks it's so clever), or having them sacrifice themselves heroically and no one knows - but like, it needs to feel earned, it needs to feel like the absolute last resort, that they've tried everything else and this is it, the only option. But they didn't try much else, here - even with all their enhanced powers, which had the potential to throw in some wildcards. No - they tried talking to and then hitting the Bennifer Blob, and then...blergh, we give up, let's all die and hope that fixes things. It was an unspectacular end, and it felt like such a waste of all that potential - of the show, the characters...

I know SB has said he planned this from the start, but it honestly didn't feel like it. Maybe he planned the general idea of them failing but never worked out the exact details, and when it came down to it, he didn't have a good apocalypse in mind? That certainly feels like his MO - lots of build-up, and then no follow-through. idk, whatever it was, it was just kind of a lame end to a show that I'd loved so much -and that was what really gets my goat. I wanted to feel like, whatever the ending, they'd thrown their hearts into it, and instead I was left feeling like the showrunners had already kind of moved on with their lives, it's only a TV show, just hit some popular beats, stick an ending on it, shove some CGI in, and hope the next thing we're pitching gets picked up. And it did feel very much like a showrunner issue, bc the actors did their absolute best to sell it. But there's only so much you can do with being eaten by a CGI blob.

We had three good seasons, and I am going to move on, once I've got some fic off my chest - but I'm just kinda disappointed that we didn't get one final season of great material, some stuff that makes me keep wanting to think about how it works, what happens next, how to explain X or Y - all that fun, fandom stuff.

Anyhow, much like Steve Blackman, I don't know how to end this. Peace out, y'all.

[campbell-rose]

Helluva Rewrite: Moxxie

A big thing with Moxxie was just me wanting him to not look like a butler. I don’t know what it is with Viv and men in suits, but I'm not a fan. To keep his vest from blending into his pants, I untucked a bit of his undershirt. I want each member of IMP to stand out visually from one another (because all imps literally look related to some degree lol) so I gave Moxxie green in his color palette to contrast the orangish red tone I gave his skin. I also think green eyes will help him stand out very nicely from the group. Instead of striped I put gold rings on his tail and gave him a couple rings on his fingers because greed and gold. Since Viv loves bowties, I let Mox keep his but made it droopy because I think it’s cuter. Originally, I was going to keep his coattails, but I feel like with the shape of his legs it just muddies his silhouette. 

With Moxxie there isn’t much about his character I have to gripe about or want to change. He’s a skilled gunman with knowledge of the subject and history of guns. Cool, now for that, I’m working in his greed traits and decided that he outright hoards guns (since viv wants to claim imps hoard things). Moxxie has a vast collection and is always keeping them nice and spiffy. 

Now one thing I don’t like about Moxxie is his insecurity. Moreso the fact that it’s constantly being played up, like in Unhappy Campers where he’s like a crotchety old woman going through menopause because his wife is more popular than him. At that point it’s just stupid for the sake of drama. Since I made Millie the insecure one, I’m going to play up Moxxie’s straight man status. 

Moxxie is going to be the level headed cool sniper type I suppose. He’s not going to be as expression as Millie, the blue oni to her red in a sense. I think the comedy of that could be when something does make him lose his composure (I think I'll draw up a redone scene as an example) like Millie’s parents outright disliking him or Striker singing about how he sucks and should go fuck himself. I like the idea that because of his childhood as the son of an abusive mob boss father he’s learned to shove bad feelings down rather than express them outright. This doesn’t mean I want him to be a stone faced rock. No, I mostly just want him to express surface level exasperation and frustration with Blitzø’s antics (like his big “WHAT?” when Blitz mentions he hired Strikker) 

So an example of this could be Striker’s song. After he tells Moxxie to go fuck himself, a close shot of Moxxie’s face shows it twitching. He adjusts his glasses, stands up, and excuses himself. (Millie recognizes that this is bad because she knows him and follows) But she loses him in Striker’s fangirl crowd. Moxxie will be visibly upset as he climbs the stairs before hearing Millie calling for him and regaining his composure – until he notices the glow coming from Striker’s room that catches his attention. 

So I don’t want this Moxxie to be a straight-faced ass, just a more composed character. 

Back to his insecurity real quick! Mozzie is a trained assassin but his is not physically strong enough to fight hand to hand. This is a weak spot for him because his father constantly shat all over him growing up and would literally smack him around and Moxxie was (in his own mind) too physically weak to stop it from happening. 

As to how he met Blitzo... well in this I don’t want the bs jail in hell bit because there has been no justifiable ass pulls by Viv or the team. Idk I'm having trouble. Maybe they met through Millie? Like Moxxie meets Millie doing something and is like ‘holy shit I love this chick fuck you dad I'm out.’ 

Idk that’s what I'm going with I'll fix it later this took way too long to do and i'll still gotta do Blitzo and Stolas and maybe the other characters and then maybe rework season one idk i'll focus on just doing Blitzo and reworking my Loona again

[pnchinbeez]

Guys I been feeling ideas recently

And one happens to involve jedtavius

So basically ig for if the ever make a show (the show idea has been popping up on my timeliness alot) I need an episode where a different museum goes on tour and end up at the natm museum (I forgot the name soyeah) I believe it would be funny if they had most of the same human exhibits but a little different like

Wax figurines jed, octy, and the Mayan leader guy ig idk

Instead of teddy you have like jfk (he was consider one of the nicest u.s. presidents)

Marco polo as an famous explorer

King tut or cleo would be a cool one for their pharaoh, I lean towards tut because I feel like a snarky and sarcastic 12-13 yr old would be amazing

Maybe we could get calamity Jane? Idk shes cool (she's the most famous frontier women ever basically, put her name in Google and no joke what shows up is probably what happened, also fun fact I was named after her!!)

Also because we have lancelot in the one movie I feel like we would need one of these three arthur, merlin, or Guinevere, maybe bother merlin in arthur idk that idea needs to be thought of more on my side

Instead of dexter we could have miss baker the squirrel monkey (the first monkey to survive coming back from space) but I think have laika the dog the first animal to go to space,one because I live her and it's so sad what happened to her (search up Brenning Davis's "Fist Dog In Space" IT will make you cry) but also I just think it's such a cute idea in general

Miniatures could be Qin Shi Huang the self declared first emperor of China and the guy that made the terracotta army to protect his tomb in the after life and maybe Victorian Era people

I would also like a plague doctor played by Adam Sandler (WE HAVE OWEN FUCKING WILSON AND HUGH JACKMAN, NOW GIVE ME ADAM OR ONE OF THE RYANS) but beggars can't be choosers

Maybe some Greek pottery and the pictures on them come to life like the paintings in the movies

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Instead of a t-rex or dinosaurs like that there could be a prehistoric ocean exhibit like whale bones and fish that swim (was that already in a movie?? I feel like it was , idk)

I feel like cool extinct animals should be on display are

barnary lion: the biggest baddest lion ever its the ones the Romans would fight in the colosseum and are also bigger than normal lions they look bad ass

PASSENGER PIDEON: these guys don't get enough recognition they where the funniest things ever and also one of the best messaging pigeons, then we hunted them to extinction, so yeah

Carolina parakeet: this bird went extinct fairly recently, in the late 1980's actually, they where one of the smartest non domesticated parakeet species out there and they are super cute ( another fun fact when my dad went fishing as a 20 something yr old with his dad in the 90's he swears he say a flock of them in an old tree by the lake they were in , around the Georgia border to North Carolina, pretty cool honestly)

Also the night guard for this group should be played by Jack black, channing Tatum,or ben schwartz

Nicky should be either walker scobell or a (and hear me out ) Tommyinnit with gyed brown hair

Weirdly they both kinda are like nicky I lean towards tom because in the animated movie nicky is very skinny and walker randomly got a bit buffer as of now soooo idk

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So basically this story would follow the timeline of the museum got super popular so they go on tour to another one and meet this group but as both the night guards figure out nicky and the other night guard try to warn each other that their exhibits come to life (nicky ahkmenrahs tablet but the other night guards is a curse on the sarcophagus of which ever Pharoah they have) and then all the exhibits meet and stuff and I think that both big jed and octy and little jed and octy to be dating their respective partner,, it would make for a funny scene

Also big jed and big octavius should basically parent king tut if that's the Pharoah because the real jed grew up with about 10 brothers and sister and had one son of his own supposedly. But octavius was recorded to have a daughter Julia the elder (a very fascinating women) that he exiled and was recorded feeling guilty about it and probably died feeling guilty about it also I think they would make a good parenting duo

Jfk and teddy interaction are strictly mandatory

Marco polo and wea

The miniatures from our museum and the miniatures from the other need interactions NOW

lots of jedtavius please and thank you

King tut and ahkmenrah interactions????

I feel like their relationship would be cool uncle and nephew type

The extinct animals go on a rampage at some point (we need cowboy jed and herder teddy )

Miniature escapades and shenanigans as always

And that's it

Maybe I'll finally write a fanfic for this series but idk