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shikiii-skadi · 12 days ago

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What is Wrong with being a little Bad? || Prologue

SUMMARY: After a potion incident caused by your three disaster-prone friends, you're now stuck with an accidental villain arc.

WARNINGS: none

NAVIGATION: Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

As usual, the three idiots you called friends had gotten you into trouble. It could have been an ordinary alchemy lesson with Professor Crewel, but Ace just had to make fun of Grim, comparing him to the shriveled gray tuber you were supposed to use for your potion.

Of course, Ace kept provoking Grim until he snapped and tried to burn the tuber. Only to accidentally set a table on fire. Professor Crewel was not pleased, to say the least. So now, as punishment, you, Grim, Ace, and Deuce had to stay after class and finish the potion within the next hour and present it to Professor Crewel. Which was a tough task in itself, even without the troublesome behaviour of your friends.

You were discussing the next step with Deuce when, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Ace trying to silently sneak toward the door.

"Ace!" you scolded, causing him to freeze mid-step. "Don't even try to sneak off on us, or you will be glued to the cauldron."

"Geez, I wasn't even trying to go anywhere. Just wanted to check if we need anything from the shelf over there," he lied very unconvincingly.

"We already have all the ingredients we need," you reminded him, before practically feeling the mischievous energy emanating from the cat monster somewhere behind you. "Grim. Don't even think about trying anything."

Deuce shook his head, exasperated after witnessing you scold both Ace and Grim. "Seriously, it's the fault of both of you that we are in this situation."

"The Great Grim ain't done anything at all. Everything is Ace's fault!" Grim shot back immediately, puffing out his chest.

“You set a table on fire,” you reminded him.

Grim stomped his little feet in protest, while Ace only snickered. "Only because Ace made fun of me!"

You were about to launch into another lecture about why that was absolutely no excuse to use fire, but Deuce interrupted, his voice suddenly bright with excitement. “Wait—I think I’ve got it!”

Curious, the three of you crowded around the cauldron to see what Deuce had concocted. But something was off. The potion was a watery, reddish color. Nothing like the shimmering blue one Professor Crewel had demonstrated in class.

“The color’s way off,” Ace said, wrinkling his nose. “Even a blind guy could tell.”

After looking at the liquid in the cauldron for a few more seconds, you nodded. "Yeah, I have to agree... It was more blue and had this red shimmer."

"And Crewel's potion was more bubbly," Grim commented, but you had the feeling it wasn't really an observation and more a case of Grim just saying something to sound smart.

Ace shot Deuce a look. “Great job, Deuce. Now we have to start all over.”

"Excuse me? You didn't even do anything."

"Don't start another argument," you said, trying to be the voice of reason in all of this. And also to prevent any more tables from potentially landing in the crossfire. "Let's just try to get this over with."

While the three of you were distracted, Grim saw the perfect opportunity to "fix" your potion. He didn't want to spend hours making a new one, and a talented mage like him could fix this no problem, he thought wrongly.

Grim confidently grabbed a jar filled with bright green liquid and generously poured it into the cauldron. You only noticed what Grim was doing because his actions resulted in a dark green smoke that filled a good chunk of the laboratory in a matter of seconds, shrouding you in a green vision.

You coughed, waving your hand in front of your face, and stumbled blindly toward the window, trying to remember the way. Behind you, Deuce’s voice rang out, muffled by the haze: “Grim, you’re ruining the potion!”

"Don't just randomly mix stuff together," Ace said, followed by a cough, as if he wouldn't do the exact same thing.

You could barely see, but you heard Grim’s triumphant voice: “I’m fixing it! Just wait and see!”

"Stop mixing things!" you called out after hearing what sounded suspiciously like Grim throwing something else into the potion.

You reached the window and opened it, but it wasn't really effective in getting rid of the smoke. The sound of something heavy being dropped into liquid could be heard. The smoke thickened, then, just as suddenly, began to swirl and collapse, sucked back into the cauldron in a single, unnatural breath.

“There! Fixed!” Grim declared, sounding far too pleased with himself.

"You caused the smoke," Deuce retorted, before grabbing Grims' paw, stopping him from making things worse. Grim tried to wiggle free.

"Just stop, Grim," you said as you made your way over to them. But Grim didn't listen to anyone. He thrashed, and in the commotion, the little stepladder he was standing on, so he could reach the cauldron, tipped over. The ladder collided with the cauldron. Grim leapt away just in time, or he would have landed in the potion, but the ladder crashed into the cauldron, sending it toppling toward you.

You, on the other hand, were not so lucky. Instinctively, you tried to catch the stepladder falling your way, which meant you couldn’t get out of the way in time. The cauldron tips to one side completely, spilling its contents onto you.

You gasped in shock as the cold mixture made contact with your skin. Unlike before, it was no longer watery but gloppy, almost rubbery, as it stuck on you and your lab coat. Fortunately, your eyes were spared thanks to the protection of the goggles. You could feel an unpleasant prickling sensation on your skin just as the liquid suddenly evaporated. It was as if you had absorbed it.

Your friends asked you if everything was alright. You wanted to tell them that nothing was wrong. But suddenly, your annoyance about the situation turned into pure anger. "You incompetent fools! You should be skinned alive and eaten by feral animals! Why do I even keep you around?” you snap, barely recognizing your own voice.

Your three friends looked at you with startled faces. They certainly weren't expecting this reaction. Ace was the first to say something. "Ouch, where is that suddenly coming from?"

Deuce tried to help you up from the ground, but you ignored his hand, standing up on your own. "Don't touch me with your unwashed hands."

"I always wash my hands!" Deuce replied immediately, but you weren't interested in his words.

"Are you sure you are fine?", Ace asked, while Grim added, "Yeah, you are acting really weird."

You glared at them. "I was fine until we crossed paths."

Ace exchanged a nervous glance with Deuce, edging away from the cauldron as if whatever had effected you, might spread to him. “Okay, seriously, what was in that potion?” he whispered.

Deuce frowned, studying you with concern. “You don’t look hurt, but… you’re acting all… villainous.”

“We need to tell Professor Crewel,” Deuce said quietly. “Something’s really wrong.”

Ace hesitated. “Are you kidding? If we tell him, we’re doomed for sure! He’ll have us scrubbing cauldrons until graduation.”

“But my hench-human is clearly broken! We can’t leave them like this," Grim protested.

"I didn't say we should leave them like that. You can stop looking at me like that,“ Ace said, ”We shouldn't tell Crewel, we should tell the Headmage."

Even though Ace, Grim and Deuce were whispering among themselves, you could clearly hear every word. "Are you seriously going to the most irresponsible adult on campus with this?" you said, sounding almost offended.

"That's exactly why we should go to the Headmage. Crewel will only punish us more for this. The Headmage on the other hand..." Ace trailed off, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. You didn’t need him to finish the sentence; his expression said it all.

At that moment, you realize, with a new, almost sinister clarity, that the three accomplices you had gathered here were perhaps not such a bad choice after all. Ace was devious, Deuce mostly naive, and Grim a cat arsonist. And all three of them were dumb enough to be easily manipulated.

Together with your minions, you were on your way to the Headmage. Not because you listened to Ace's instructions, but simply out of curiosity as to what Ace, Deuce and Grim would screw up next. It's going to be interesting.

You're not necessarily looking forward to seeing the Headmage, though. He was odd in your eyes. You were pretty sure he was still waiting for a Father’s Day gift from you. Even though it's been months. He probably didn't even want it because he saw himself as your father figure, but just to get something free. Which, admittedly, you could respect. But did you look like someone who has the money to give people free stuff? No. You live in a shithole together with ghosts.

You walk down the corridor, the other three trailing behind you in a disorganized cluster. Grim is muttering to himself about “fixing” you with a spell he saw in a comic book, while Deuce keeps glancing at you as if you might sprout horns at any moment. Ace, as usual, is walking around like he owned the place, whistling a tune that’s a little too cheerful for someone responsible for nearly burning down a classroom an hour ago.

You watched as Ace walked past you. For this transgression, you shot him a sharp glare, allowing him to correct his behaviour, but Ace didn't notice or maybe didn't think much of your glare. You couldn’t let that slide without punishment. No one was meant to walk in front of you, as if you weren't the boss of this group.

Ace’s whistling was cut off by a yelp as your hand connected with the back of his head. "Ouch! Why are you slapping me? It was pretty hard too...!"

You smacked him again for daring to question you, making him yelp again and stepping back so you couldn't reach him. "A minion is not supposed to strut in front of their master. Much less is said minion supposed to ask stupid questions after his behaviour has been corrected!"

Ace rubbed the back of his head, grumbling under his breath, but wisely kept his distance. Grim snickered, clearly enjoying Ace’s misfortune, while Deuce shot you a wary look, as if trying to gauge whether he should intervene or just keep his head down and hope for the best.

Eventually you reached Crowleys office. With a dramatic flourish, you pushed open the door, not bothering to knock first.

Crowley looked up from behind his desk, eyes lighting up the moment he saw you barge in with your entourage. He straightened his hat, smoothing his cloak with a hopeful expression.

"Ah! My, my, what a surprise!" he exclaimed, voice dripping with anticipation. "And with all of you here together… Could it be? After all these months, have you finally come to deliver my long-overdue Father’s Day gift?" He clasped his hands together, practically vibrating with excitement.

"No," you replied flat.

The hope in Crowley’s eyes crumbled like a poorly baked soufflé. "No? Oh, the cruelty! The heartbreak! To be denied yet again by my own beloved, nay, most cherished, student!" He sniffled loudly, dabbing at imaginary tears with a handkerchief he seemed to produce from nowhere.

Grim rolled his eyes, looking at you. "He’s even more dramatic than you."

Crowley peeked at you from behind his hand. "Are you certain? Not even a little something? A card? A drawing? Perhaps some heartfelt words of gratitude for your ever-doting paternal figure?"

"Doting paternal figure?" you repeated, "You do nothing but constandly dump your work onto me."

"Delegation is the mark of a great leader. I am simply preparing you for the trials of adulthood. Responsibility, initiative, the crushing weight of expectation!" Crowley answered.

"Don't give me the its building character nonsense."

While you and the Headmage talked, Ace whispered to Deuce; "Should we just leave and come back when they are done?"

"We can’t wait," he whispered back to Ace. His voice was low but urgent. "This is serious."

Deuce glanced nervously between you and Crowley before realizing that someone had to take charge before the conversation spiraled further into melodrama. He cleared his throat, stepping forward with a determined voice. “Um, Headmage Crowley? We actually came here because something weird happened in alchemy class,” Deuce began, "There was… an accident with a potion, and now, uh, the prefect isn’t acting like themselve."

"Oh? An alchemical mishap, you say?" Crowley repeated, stroking his chin. "And what, pray tell, does this have to do with me? Or, more importantly, with my Father’s Day gift?"

Grim groaned. "Forget the stupid gift! The prefect is acting all weird and villain-y!"

Ace snorted. "Looks more like they’re auditioning for a cheesy play."

You glared. "Silence, minion."

Deuce, sensing the situation spiraling, tried again. "Headmage, we think the prefect got hit with a potion that’s changed their personality. We need your help to fix it."

Crowley was thinking silently for a moment before coming to an utterly ridiculous conclusion. "Ah, yes, of course! That is why i have yet to receive my Father's Day gift from you. It makes perfect sense."

"I was never planning to give you anything. Stop bringing it up!" you answered.

Crowley clutched his chest as if your words had physically wounded him. "Are you sure a potion is the cause for this?" he asked, voice cracking with theatrical sorrow. "Has the scheming of the other students perhaps corrupted you this much? That’s not how I raised you!"

You crossed your arms. "Excuse me, you didn’t raise me at all. And I turned out just fine, thank you very much."

The Headmage sighed, shaking his head as if he’d just witnessed the greatest tragedy. "And here I thought my only concern was going to be Draconia, who whisks you away to wed you," he sniffed, dabbing imaginary tears again. "Oh, the worries only a father has."

"You aren’t my father, Headmage," you replied. "I already have one. And what are you talking about anyway?"

"Headmage, please! This isn’t about Father’s Day or… or marriage proposals!" Deuce said his voice firm but respectful, "The prefect was hit by a potion, and now they’re acting completely different. We need to know how to fix it. Before things get worse."

After that Ace, Deuce and Grim explained what had happened in the alchemy lesson with as much detail as possible, but it was hard to say what Grim actually put in the potion. They launched into a chaotic retelling the disaster. Ace was blaming Grim for tampering with the potion, while Grim protested that he was only fixing it. Deuce, meanwhile, tried to keep the story on track, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the bickering.

"Anyway, the potion exploded, and the prefect got covered in it. That’s when they started acting… well, like this." Deuce gestured to the spot where you had been standing.

Except… you weren’t there.

Ace blinked. "Wait. Where’d the prefect go?"

Grim spun around, eyes widening in alarm. "Eh? They were right here! Did they turn invisible? Did the potion do that too?!"

Deuce’s eyes widened in panic. "Did they sneak out while we were talking?"

"You’ve lost the prefect? My most cherished and responsible student? This is a disaster! What if they’re off plotting villainous schemes? What if they’re," Crowley gasped, "buying Father’s Day presents for someone else?"

Ace groaned, rubbing his temples. "Can we please focus? The prefect’s probably just wandering around being… weird. We need to find them before they get into real trouble."

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shannonreneeperkins · 9 months ago

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Fever Dream - Part 1

Here's the beginning of my TodoBaku My Hero Academia Fan Comic! Fever Dream is set during season 3, right after the Kamino arc and the students moving into the dorms. Keep reading if you want to know a bit more about the comic and some personal life stuff. Future pages are coming (hopefully) soon!

I wasn't planning on posting this until the entire comic was finished, but things are incredibly busy right now and I have a lot of mostly-finished pages sitting on my computer. Up to page 30 is sketched with a decent chunk of the next update already finished.

I absolutely love Todoroki and Bakugou's interactions, and one of the things I like about fanfic and comics is being able to explore the quieter moments in-between the main action. Does anyone else think about the fact that it was Todoroki and Kirishima who were determined to rescue Bakugou no matter the consequences? Expect to see a lot of blushing, dreaming, pining, and emotionally stunted boys who don't know what to do with their feelings. I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I've enjoyed making it.

This has been a rough year, and I'll spare everyone the details but natural disasters, and houses, and insurance (oh my!) have been a nightmare going on since the spring. I'm also back in school FT to finish up my degree. I started this comic as a way to manage the stress and like all of my projects it's grown far past its conception. Midterms are coming up, and I'll be working on more pages once they're done.

#fanart #mha fanart #my hero acedamia #shouto todoroki #bakugou katsuki #todobaku #bakutodo #mha fan comic #lgbtq #my art #bnha fanart #mha season 3 #I promise this will get finished!

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obeymeshallwedateaddict · 2 months ago

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Obey me brothers' ages if they were humans (in my opinion)

I saw some wild guesses on Reddit that made my toes curl so I decided to make my own.

(If you do not agree with this that's totally fine. This is just my point of view.)

You can find my work here: Masterlist

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Lucifer - 33. He’s old enough to be respected, but young enough to still roll his eyes at his brothers’ nonsense. Someone on Reddit said he was 50 — like… no. Yes, he’s mature, but he does not give off “father of fully grown kids who just discovered Facebook” energy. If he were 50, that’d make Mammon 45-ish or something, and there is no way that chaotic gremlin energy is coming from a middle-aged man with a mortgage. On the other side, someone else said 26. Guys, 26?! That’s barely out of university — still Googling “how to do taxes” and eating cereal for dinner. That’s way too young for the man who helps run the Devildom as Diavolo's right hand man. Lucifer screams burnt out oldest sibling in his early 30s, and that’s exactly what he is.

The rest of the brothers under the cut

Mammon - 28 He’s got that “I swear I’m an adult” energy, but you just watched him spend his entire paycheck on sneakers and then ask Lucifer for a loan. 28 is perfect — he’s old enough to know better, but still makes the kind of decisions that have consequences he pretends not to see. Someone tried to put him at 40+ and I nearly fell out of my chair. (Yes he does give off uncle energy but he isn't an uncle!) That’s not the vibe. Mammon is chaos, but with experience — like he’s been the family screw-up for years and has no plans to change that anytime soon. 28 lets him still act like a disaster while technically being a full-grown adult. He’s your lovable mess of a big brother who drives a nice car but definitely has no idea how insurance works.

Levi - 26 Levi is deep in his introvert-gamer-anime-fanboy arc, and 26 fits him perfectly. He’s that adult who has a fully decked-out streaming setup, sleeps at 4am, and owns more figures than pieces of furniture. He’s old enough to pay for a Crunchyroll subscription and feel guilty about it. Anyone putting Levi under 20 is forgetting how cynical and self-aware he is. He’s not a clueless teen — he’s a grown man who just happens to panic every time someone talks to him IRL. 26 gives him enough life experience to be bitter, but still young enough to live in his own little otaku bubble. He calls himself a “shut-in” but somehow always has the latest merch drop.

Satan - 25 Satan’s got that “I read Dostoevsky at brunch and then got into a fistfight with my brother before dinner” energy. 25 is ideal — he’s young, sharp, and constantly teetering between sophisticated intellectual and rage-fueled gremlin. He’s the guy who corrects your grammar in an argument and then throws a chair two seconds later. Too young and he loses that smug, well-read edge. Too old and the petty fury starts to feel less "fiery youth" and more "grumpy professor." At 25, he’s got a bookshelf full of classic literature, a temper problem he swears he’s working on, and probably got kicked out of a book club once for being “too passionate.”

Asmo - 23 Asmo is thriving in his early twenties. He’s the kind of guy who has a perfectly curated skincare routine, a rotating lineup of dating apps, and at least three group chats named “Hot People Only.” 23 is peak Asmo — old enough to have confidence, young enough to still be an absolute menace at parties.Put him too young and he feels like an annoying teenager with a lip gloss obsession. Too old and he becomes that adult who peaked in college and won’t stop bringing it up. But at 23? He’s in his prime — stylish, flirty, probably has a social media following just for his OOTDs, and knows exactly how to weaponize a wink.

Beel - 22 Beel is your gentle gym bro with the appetite of a black hole and the heart of gold. At 22, he’s fully grown, emotionally mature, and the kind of guy who carries your groceries without being asked. He’s not just muscles and snacks — he’s soft-spoken, loyal, and somehow manages to be the only sane one in the house. Too young and he’d feel like the “dumb jock” stereotype (which he absolutely is not). Too old and he’d lose that quiet, youthful sweetness that makes him so lovable. 22 hits the balance — he’s the dependable twin who’d fight for you and share his last slice of pizza. Perhaps if you're lucky.

Belphie - 22 (He came second, and Beel makes sure he knows it with affectionate hair ruffles and smug big-brother energy.) Belphie is that “looks innocent, probably just sabotaged something” kind of guy. 22 fits him perfectly — he’s got that lazy, “don’t talk to me before noon” energy, mixed with just enough edge to keep you on your toes. He’s the sleepy menace who acts like he doesn’t care, but has five layers of complex emotion under that pillow. Make him younger and he feels too bratty. Older, and he starts giving jaded ex-gifted kid energy. But 22? He’s just the right age to be clever, cynical, and slightly dangerous in a “you really shouldn’t trust him, but you still do” kind of way.

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fandomsmadness · 1 month ago

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TBHX episode 8 rant

Hey, for once I'm not actively a wreck (just passively and internally curled up into a ball, not that that's much better)

Lucky Cyan is so precious omg. Heavy spoilers from this point on.

Before we start the breakdown, establishing timeline before I myself forget. Cyan survives a plane crash 23 years after commission (at 3 years old, I think someone said?) and by the time the episode ends we're 11 years from then, 34 years after commission and 2 years before Yang Cheng's whole...disaster.

Since I am apparently allegic to breaking down things in order, first up is religion. Jesus freaking Christ I did not expect that turn of events At. All. But it makes so much sense retrospectively!

Of course powers of luck would be distilled into a hope cult, of course she has a great singing voice, of course she was made a "sacred maiden" when she was not even hitting two digits of age. Her singing Neon Rain and its lyrics suddenly make a lot more sense now.

This shot killed me. I was not expecting religious commentary at all given what we knew of Lucky Cyan's background but I have to give it up for LHO, it's so well done.

There is a closely tied-in theme of exploitation here (and isn't that telling in and of itself) and I love how the episode took the time (it was noticeably slower paced to let this sink in, which I liked) to expound on the different types of exploitation and their extents, regardless of intentions.

I also loved (absolutely hated) how the Dean told Ms Zhao that she's exploiting the child, only for him to go and do it a whole other way, just without the money part. Morality really is subjective, but it doesn't stop exploitation from being exploitation.

Like girl really never had a break. She needs a hug.

Second - technically - on the list is that I am hyped about a character being from the media! I was really wondering how much censorship would be rampant to keep up trust value and now we have our answer:

A LOT.

But it also feels to me that the media is unfair and demands too much of heroes (as does everyone else, tbh). Expecting them to prevent every single accident (emphasis: accident) seems a bit of a stretch, and in airspace. It's impossible for heroes to monitor everything everywhere all the time, no matter the numbers. A singular accident leading to accusations and pointing fingers does seem far-fetched.

At the same time, what did they mean hero conflict? A hero couple in a scandal? Cyan's arc seems to be showing us the politics of the system through Liu Zhen far more than Lin Ling and Yang Cheng's understanding was able to fathom.

Me reading the subtitles: "Oh that's very particular wording." Liu Zhen two seconds after: "What do you mean?" Say what you want about Liu Zhen, but man undeniably has good reporting instincts. But I also think this means we will get to see Enlighter this arc too, or at least, the beginning of the fear org, whose name I have promptly forgotten.

Third on the list is trust value because hold on what do you mean it's always been like this.

Cyan has to be the daughter of a hero couple at this point. There's no way hero couples are suddenly introduced to us, Cyan has trust value out of nowhere, survives a plane crash with whisperings of "hero conflict" around it, for this to end up not being related to her trust value. It's fascinating how every single arc we've had so far have different stories on trust value.

And what was up with Yang Cheng and his 0 trust value when even the Bad Luck Calamity had 10?? What??

Other highlights:

Queen!

No wonder Queen is about order and decreasing chaos and seems very political, she has a reporter for a father (said father is increasingly suspicious as it goes but we ignore that for now). She's so poised at 14 and will likely meet Cyan soon through her dad I hope. Her statement about "wanting to overturn trust value" was also ringing multiple bells in my head somewhere.

Animation style

Gave me quite a few laughs, which was sorely needed in the middle of being deeply disturbed by how people treated Cyan.

X(?)

Idk, but that flyer's timing seemed very fishy. The X marks the spot on the treasure map, Queen striving to be X, even the cross behind Cyan's silhouette looking like an X there's a lot less subtle X references in this episode. The aforementioned scandal may kick off another hero tournament.

The good luck/bad luck combo

This is so precious and he's totally going to die isn't he? But he's the only one who seems to see Cyan as a person and not a means to be exploited until now.

Overall, great introductory episode, fuck the dean, and we have two years to go before we know Cyan is on stage performing while Xia Qing cries.

Also, I love her song. That is all.

#tbhx #to be hero x #tbhx spoilers #tu bian yingxiong x #tbhx lucky cyan #lucky cyan #tbhx meta #tbhx episode 8 #tbhx rant

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cupcakeslushie · 6 months ago

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Now that 2024 is coming to a close:

1) Of everything you've made this year, which ones are you the most proud of?

2) What are a few of your favorite things (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

1. Probably these two? (I’m leaving out EW comic pages, because I’m so happy to have finished another arc! So that whole thing counts as one lol). Also a pic of my big crawfish piece that sold after six months of putting it out at every market!! I’m very proud of it and happy it went to a good home!

2. This is much harder because there’s an insane amount that had me like 🤩 this year….

This piece of my angry boy, by @kathaynesart! It’s still my iPhone wallpaper!! She nailed the pose and the atmosphere!! He looks so badass!

This piece by @matchstique has also been my laptop screen for so long! (I also loved every single submission for this dtiys! It was my first time doing one, and I’ll definitely be doing another at some point. All the submission were so sweet, and amazing!

@tizeline drew me this for our secret Santa discord exchange and I love it!!!! It’s been my iPad screen! There’s so much whimsy and silliness 😂!!

As for fanfics I’ve been screaming about @qoldenskies’s Canary Continuity so much, it’s probably no secret that it’s my top fic of the year!! It’s just amazing.

A Bird in Your Teeth by stillateenageabomination for my Feral Leo AU absolutely destroyed me. I cried for forever 🥰

Also Service Manual by @fluffydice for my Kendratello AU was great! I loved the way they wrote Donnie’s healing

Neon Void by @sugarpasteltmnt was finished this year and it had me by the throat from start to finish!

Firefight by @remedyturtles was the perfect, equal (okay maaaybe not—more like 70/30) parts angst and comfort!! Amazing disaster twins fic!

@dandylovesturtles Emotional Support Water Bottles series has been great. Dandy is one of the best Rise authors that just absolutely NAILS every single brother’s voice and personality in their writing. I’d list everything else they’ve done this year, just because the second Dandy puts something new out, I am THERE.

And I just started re-reading Lemonade Leak by @turtleinsoup literally last night and read 21 chapters in one sitting, and can’t wait to fully finish catching up.

There’s about a thousand more links I wanna think of, but my brain is like a smooth piece of sea glass, and I can’t remember much more. But this fandom is so talented, I always wanna just go on and on and on for these things!

#rottmnt #ask slushie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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devdozes · 3 months ago

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I have a request(idea?) Phainon x Reader but the reader is just silly and 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂(maybe as a joke but who knows?), like the first time they met Flame Reaver the reader just goes "yo thats kinda hot" and Phainon is just like "😭?"

whoever did this request, i love you so much this is my FAVOURTIE fic I wrote so far because reader is literally me I wud say that to flame reaver too 😋

It was supposed to be a dramatic, high-stakes moment.

The air was thick with the scent of burning embers, the battlefield illuminated by the eerie glow of searing energy. A gust of wind howled through the desolate ruins, carrying the weight of the impending clash. Across the way, standing amidst the carnage, was him.

Flame Reaver. The fearsome, nameless swordmaster who moved with the precision of a specter and the intensity of an inferno. His dark armor shimmered under the glow of molten embers, his sword radiating raw, untamed power. A figure out of legend, spoken of only in hushed tones.

The perfect embodiment of destruction itself.

And the first thing you said when you laid eyes on him was:

"Damn, that's kinda hot..Smash."

Phainon, who had been prepared for quite literally any response except that, visibly short-circuited. His cerulean eyes widened in absolute, brain-melting disbelief as he slowly turned his head toward you. "...What."

Flame Reaver, the harbinger of ruin, the swordmaster shrouded in mystery, also hesitated. The ominous glow of his sword flickered for a brief moment as if it too was trying to process what just happened. You swore you saw him twitch slightly, and for a moment, the air of utter menace around him wavered.

"I beg your pardon?" Flame Reaver’s voice was low and edged with lethal sharpness, yet undeniably confused.

You shrugged, completely unfazed by the legendary warrior who had singlehandedly leveled entire strongholds. "I mean, look at you. Mysterious, masked, insane—what's not to love? I’m just saying, if you weren’t trying to kill us, I’d be down bad." who says you aren't downbad rn

A suffocating silence settled over the battlefield. Somewhere in the distance, a crumbling structure finally gave up on life and collapsed.

Phainon looked like he wanted to crawl into the ground and join Cyrene in the afterlife.

"Are you serious right now?" he half-sputtered, gesturing vaguely toward the absolutely terrifying figure in front of you both. "That’s a whole Flame Reaver! Legendary assassin! Merciless executioner! Walking disaster! That’s your takeaway?"

"Listen, Phai," you said, patting his arm, "I respect skill and aesthetic when I see it. And he’s got both. So, I'd hit it."

Flame Reaver stood there, sword still poised, yet somehow looking like he regretted showing up today. This was not how these encounters usually went. He was used to fear, to anger, to desperate last stands—but this?

"Enough of this nonsense." His voice regained its sharpness, though there was an undeniable tension to it now. Was he actually flustered? "You stand in my way, and I will cut you down."

"See?" You turned to Phainon, who was now rubbing his temples like he had an existential headache. "Smooth threat delivery. Dramatic. Slightly poetic. Ten out of ten execution. Theatrical but not over-the-top."

"This is not the time to be fangirling—"

Before Phainon could finish, Flame Reaver finally lunged. Instinct took over as both you and Phainon moved in tandem, blocking the attack and forcing him back. The battlefield ignited with sparks and shifting flames, the true fight finally beginning.

But even as you fought, even as you dodged and struck with precision, you could feel it—the slight hesitation in Flame Reaver’s movements, the split-second pauses in his attacks. He was distracted.

The battle should have been fierce, relentless, a display of sheer power and mastery over combat.

Instead, it was whatever the hell this was.

Flame Reaver’s sword came down in a deadly arc, slicing through the air with blistering heat. You barely dodged in time, pivoting out of the way with a playful grin. “Damn, that was smooth,” you mused, spinning your own weapon in your hands. “You move with such deadly grace. It’s honestly kinda hot.”

Phainon let out an actual, audible strangled noise. “Can you NOT flirt while we’re fighting for our lives!?”

Flame Reaver hesitated for a fraction of a second. It was slight, nearly imperceptible, but it was there. And you saw it. The ghost of uncertainty, the pause in his fluidity—like his brain just momentarily bluescreened at your words.

You gasped dramatically, eyes widening. “Wait… did that actually get to you?” You dodged another strike, but your grin widened. “Oh my Titans, you’re flustered.”

Flame Reaver scoffed, though his movements were a tad stiffer now, his sword grip a little tighter. “You speak nonsense.”

“Oh, do I?” You parried his next attack, stepping in closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. “You fight like a man with conviction. Strong, precise, unyielding. And yet…” You leaned in slightly, voice dropping to something softer. “I can see it in the way you hesitate. I bet under all that mystery, you’ve got a soft side.”

The air shifted. There was a crackle in the tension between you, a static charge. Flame Reaver’s mask concealed most of his expression, flickered with something unreadable.

Phainon, watching this entire exchange with increasing horror, threw up his hands. “I hate this. I hate everything about this.”

Flame Reaver finally seemed to snap out of it, his grip tightening on his blade as he exhaled sharply. “You test my patience.”

“And yet,” you cooed, dodging his next attack effortlessly, “you still haven’t landed a hit on me. Could it be… distraction?”

Phainon groaned loudly. “I swear to Titans, if you make this weird, I’m walking into the Black Tide myself.”

You smirked, eyes flicking toward Flame Reaver. “I think I’m growing on him.”

“I will end you.”

“Oh? Is that a promise, big guy?”

Flame Reaver’s entire body visibly tensed. For the first time in what was probably his entire existence, he seemed at a loss for words. Phainon actually had to grab you by the collar and yank you back before things escalated further.

“This is an actual battlefield,” Phainon hissed, shaking you slightly. “Not a date!”

You pouted but relented, twirling your weapon in your hands before getting back into stance. “Fine, fine. But if we win, I’m totally asking him for his teleslate number.”

Phainon visibly cringed. “I need therapy.”

Flame Reaver, who had yet to fully recover from the absolute nonsense you were spouting, finally let out a long breath before raising his sword again. “Enough talk.” Yet Flame Reaver was maybe considering the offer.

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sunflowerdigs · 1 year ago

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I really want Eddie to have his own two-part solo adventure (like Buck's tsunami arc) so bad. I have absolutely no idea what the disaster would be, but I just really want to see Eddie going through it and being a Big Damn Hero all on his own. He's at rock bottom, his kid isn't talking to him, he thinks he's a failure at everything and has no idea where his life is going - he needs something to remind him of who he is and how capable he is.

I want to see him leading some small rag-tag group of civilians through the fallout of disaster. Because that's the thing about Eddie - not only is he capable, he's a natural leader as well. I can totally see him figuring out which people in his group have which skills and guiding them through different maneuvers, like bandaging wounds, building shelter, etc, etc. And if there are kids in the group, you know Eddie would be both comforting and practical, distracting them by giving them small tasks. Maybe he admits what he's going through with Christopher to one of them and that kid confirms that, no, Chris is lucky to have Eddie as a dad, even if he's angry now. And Eddie should keep fighting to bring him home (like he's fighting to bring this group of civilians home).

There's been a lot of unfair criticism of Eddie recently and so I think the show needs to remind, not just Eddie, but also the general audience, of exactly who Eddie is and what skills and experiences he brings to the 118. Plus, lbr, Tim owes Ryan Guzman something juicy after that mess of a Vertigo plot in the back of s7.

Of course, as a bonus, we'd get Buck freaking out while Eddie was lost/presumed dead. But I would really want the focus to be on Eddie learning to trust himself again and thriving under pressure. Back in s3, Buck was lost, afraid that he would never be a firefighter again. The tsunami gave him back his confidence and put him in the right frame of mind to fight for his job. Now, Eddie needs something similar if he's going to fight for Christopher and fight to untangle his own issues. He needs to start the journey from a place of confidence in order to make it to the end, and I think a solo presumed-dead arc could give him that.

(Plus, lbr, BAMF Eddie is never something I'll pass up).

#eddie diaz #911 abc #911 speculation

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lullabyes22-blog · 8 months ago

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Hi lullabyes, would u mind sharing your take on the flashback with young Silco, Vander, and Felicia? :O

It's adorable. It's touching. It's sweet. It's a serene moment of intimacy and family (or polycule) bonding in an otherwise deeply frenetic season.

It's also so surreal it may as well be a fever dream.

I should note, at this stage I've shut off my cognitive reasoning about Arcane and begun approaching this as if it's a series of exquisitely crafted, animated short films that are all about to collide into a beautiful disaster.

Because that's what it is.

S2 has thrown a lot of the intelligent plotting out the window to embrace the chaos. Whether due to time constraints, intellectual fatigue, or creative indulgence, I feel like we have a show that's now just hurtling breakneck towards the finish line. Previous story threads that once held weight and were the driving force behind character arcs and subplots, have since been abandoned. Nuanced motivations and character growth are being tossed to the wayside for the sake of action, montages, music videos, and a cavalier, anything-goes approach to world-building.

And yet, it's still such an incredible spectacle to behold.

@ravenkinnie delightfully noted that she is now watching this show with her pussy.

I agree 100%. S2 is a full-body experience, and one I find myself wholly consumed by. It's like a one-night stand you weren't expecting to be so fucking good. And when the sun comes up, you know it's going to hurt to say goodbye, and there'll be no follow-up call.

But damn, you enjoyed the shit out of that experience.

So yeah, the flashback was fucking adorable. I love the genuine emotion and closeness between the three characters. I adore the idea of Felicia, Silco and Vander being childhood friends (or, again, a very messy polycule) and both men sort of falling apart without her Manic Pixie Dream Girl presence in their lives. It's a nice little character arc.

However.

I cannot reconcile this scene with the rest of S1. It feels completely disconnected from the reality of the show and the world around them. The flashback has absolutely no impact on the current events, nor does it have any foreshadowing. The flashback exists solely to provide us with a glimpse into the past, with sweet little parallels to serve as bonbons that make us coo and sigh. It completely glosses over Silco's deeply, blackly visceral hatred of Vi in S1, reduces the class struggle culminating in the Day of Ash to "Oh, Silco. If only you've protested for your basic civil rights in a peaceful manner instead of tossing a molotov cocktail, you'd still have your family, a place in the community, not to mention your eye," does not really explain why Benzo reacted to Silco's appearance by calling him an animal, and, most importantly, gives the lie to the entire dynamic between Silco and Jinx.

We were led to believe that Felicia's death was the catalyst for Silco and Vander's falling out. That if Silco had found Vander's letter in their little Brokeback bunk, they would've worked out their differences and found peace together. That they'd have raised Felicia's anklebiters side-by-side as the Zaundads of the revolution.

Except Silco is also the man selling Evil Anime PCP (Shimmer) as an economic cheat-code to earn respect for his people, and Vander is basically Captain Centrist and traumatized by war, and there is NO WAY they would've seen eye-to-eye on their respective methods. There's no way they would've come to any sort of accord. And there's no way Silco would've forgiven the man who mutilated and left him possibly sheared of half his lifespan, any more than Felicia's children would forgive the man who killed their mother.

It's such an incongruous narrative beat.

Which brings me to the other point:

Silco and Jinx.

imo, while I love the idea of Silco carrying either a secret torch for Felicia, or seeing her as a sister he'll always love, and while I absolutely treasure the idea of Jinx being a daily reminder of what he's fighting for - "I'm doing this for us, Jinx." - it sort of cheapens the key connection between them. In S1, Silco and Jinx's arc is, in my eyes, one of the best things about the series, and so incredibly well-written and executed. Silco is a monster, yes, but his monstrosity is the product of systemic and individual trauma, and the inextricable bleedthrough between the two. Finding this little girl and bringing her up under his wing, he has the chance to be the steadying hand and safe harbor he lost after Vander's betrayal. His monstrousness is not something he inflicts on her; it is something that, rather, grows on JInx like a kudzu vine, as the terrain of her damaged mind is already fertile for his worldview and methods to take root and thrive.

He is, perhaps, the best example of nurture triumphing over nature, even if his nurturing is rather, uh, extreme.

But if their bond is predicated on Felicia, rather than two strangers finding each other in the wilderness of heartbreak and learning to let their black hearts beat, messily entwined, as one family unit, and if Silco's obsession with Jinx is merely a projection of his guilt for killing her mother, and, by extension, a projection of his love for Felicia onto her daughter...

It's just.

Do y'all remember those uncomfortable frames that the showrunners admitted were deliberate, despite the evidence in the written text suggesting a familial bond? The subtext that, all the way into S2, carries the implication of a romantic relationship between a father and his daughter?

Well.

The implications now threaten to melt into explicit text, and the uncomfortable frames have turned into Unfortunate Implications, and I am not sure how I feel about this.

It's not giving Lily and Snape; it's giving Sansa and Baelish.

It's giving the showrunners a big, fat "YEESH" rating from CPS.

And it's giving us the same, old, tired trope of a monstrous man unable to form an attachment unless it's through the lens of prior attachments, that whole 'You remind me so much of her' and the like.

(I also admit I am the world's biggest hypocrite as the entire premise of Forward but Never Forget/XOXO is that the core foursome of Vander, Silco, Lika and Sevika knew each other, and that those ghosts haunt the machinery of the present day. But I try my damnedest to make plain there's politics buffeting all these relationships, and despite all their efforts to claw at self-sovereignty, reinvention and a new order, the past is a stubborn bitch that refuses to let go.)

(Also in FnF, Silco is triggered by Lika rather than into her in any affectionate or romantic way, because they're so similar: pragmatic survivors who aren't above rule-bending to get their way, and at their core just want a smoke break, a stiff drink, and a nap. It's a mutual respect rather than an affection, which is why she bestows on him the dubious honor of mercy killing her if she's too wounded on the Day of Ash to continue on.)

(He's the one person who could, and would, do her the service. It's kinship, and Jinx is the bright torch of their shared ambitions and ingenuity given both wing and voice.)

But anyway.

The flashback is a fever-dream. The kind you have when you're high on cold meds and can't think straight, and the world is a blur of sensations and memories that seem vivid in the moment but melt away into madness when you're better. It's a scene meant to be savored rather than interrogated. And I think if the showrunners had the time and inclination, we would've gotten a second episode solely dedicated to the flashback, rather than shoehorning it in. But since they're clearly trying to tie everything up with a neat bow before the finale, I don't blame them for having to skim past it and focus on the vibes/emotional resonance rather than the substance of a meaningfully written scene.

But hey.

Fanfic writers will have a field day with the open-ended dynamic and the fandom will never fucking stop, so that's nice.

Also we got loads of fantastic gifs of Young Silco. Bless.

tl;dr: I've switched my critical brain off and decided to just enjoy the ride. It's so fucking epic.

Also, Felicia was delightful and I hope her brotherhood/polycule/whatever with Silco and Vander gets its own spinoff, a la Road to El Dorado (or Zaun.)

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