#because they will straight up destroy them

[on-the-clear-blue]

So yall know that the League of Assassin's are like, an eco terrorist thing right? Well I just had this idea.

Sam, coming into Danny's room and just face planting on his bed: Ugh...

Danny, who was sleeping, awoken as his friend who had gone missing 6 moths ago flopped onto of him: OH SWEET-NOCTURN IF THIS ISNT REAL I AM GONING TO SOUP YOY SO HARD...

Sam, reaching up and slapping her hand on his mouth:Shhh, less screaming, more sleeping, escaping murder cults takes more energy than I thought.

Sam produces to pass out and sleep for three days straight.

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Tucker, lookingnup from his PDA: so...you joined what you thought was a peaceful protest and some how ended up in a eco terrorist death cult of assassins? I mean...shit now I have to do something interesting...

Danny, choking on his drink: Nuh uh, your the normal one Tuck, I died and now have a magical girl transformation and Sam got kidnapped by ninjas and somehow even more bad ass, you...you can still get out of this and just be a normal person.

Sam, nodding sadly: Yeah...don't conform to our standards Tucker, be your true, weak little boney self.

Tucker, sniffing:I am so going to not do that.

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Just the idea that Sam not only got League training but also got out is hilarious to me, like yeah, that is the kinda bs that would happen.

Alsoni can just see her dropping random lore shit.

Sam, bored as the boys study: Did you know thst the Demon Head dunks himself in corrupted ecto? Yeah it's gnarly man, didn't taste good.

Danny, going to speak before pausing and thinking, before sighing:Yeah I would have licked it too.

Tucker, frowning as he finishes his "Evil invention-enator": You both have so many issues.

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Sam, trying to teach Danny the basic league hand to hand:Come on dude! It's not that hard!

Danny, falling flat on his ass after not even touching Sam: Ow ow ow...fuck yeah it kinda is!

Sam, rolling her eyes: If not only the Demon Heads six year old grandson can learn but also Ellie? You can too.

Danny, mutterinf under his breath before pausing completely:ELLIE? What was she doing with a murder cult? I thought she learnt her lesson after the last one!

Sam, shrugging before putting kicking at Danny on the floor: I don't know she was following a guy around who was catatonic, said something about being angry at him for not answering her pen pal messages or whatever, I was more busy training to really care...like you should be doing!

---

Years later Sam is joining Danny and Tucker in Gotham, Tucker because he was scouted by both WE and Lexcorp, he wanted to choose the evil company because poorer work place regulations and the likely hood of him getting a powerbost was much higher, but was bullied by his friends/partners into choosing WE.

Sam, coming to the R&D labs late one night bringing Tucker dinner so he doesn't starve working a late shift, blinking as she sees a short boy sneaking out of the lab: Biraeam? (Sprout in Arabic) what are you doing here.

Damian, blinking right back, experimental tech Bruce has yet to clear for the field clutched under one arm and the blueprints for a new type of explosive batarang in the other: Manson...I-I could ask you the same.

Sam, raising an eyebrow and staring down Damian: bringing dinner to my husband...who works here...and I can only think that you do not. So I ask that you put those things you have down and tell your bastard of a grandfather not to step back in this place.

Damian, eyes squinting, he hadn't been around his grandfather for ages at this point but still felt offended at her tone: I don't think I will.

---

An epic fight produces where they both try not and spill/destroy the things that they are carrying until either Tucker or Tim find them and explain everything.

The everlasting Trio gets invited over for dinner (mostly because Bruce is a paranoid bastard and dislikes thst one of his employees is dateing/ is partners with an ex-LoA member) and it's a bit of just pointing at each other and shit

Sam, slamming her hands down on the table as she stands: Kindly Mr Wanye, Shut the fuck up, I know your batman, we all fucking know it so if you are going to try and interrogate us at least do it properly!

Danny, sipping his wine: I mean...I-I didn't know but I um...haven't been paying much attention to the bat dude...Rag man is cooler.

Sam, glaring:And you! Fucking Ragman? You can do so much better.

Danny, offended for his hero: Oi! He does good work!

Bruce, frowning as this night has gotten away from him: He kills people.

Sam, waving over at Bruce: Exactly!

Danny, rolling his eyes: Exactly she says, while having a kill count that's still growing, Exactly she says when she was the one that pushed that oil tycoon off the 50th floor.

Sam wincing,: Maybe not in front of batman babe?

Danny, looking over to Bruce that is looking ready to fight: Shit...imma call Tuck and tell him to start packing...

[ravenfrostwing]

Where do you begin with an idea like this? Because literally all of the Warframes are literally different people and let us not even speak about Nidus because he's having the time of his life living amongst what he'll call his ancestors. Would you imagine just how Viktor will react when there's not just one, not just two but several Warframes whose abilities are centered around weapons and being a crackshot at them. Or his reaction when there's a literal pregnant biblically accurate Warframe. Or there's a competition between Amir, Gauss and Titania over who is the fastest with Grendel devouring troops. Meanwhile Caliban is summoning even more and just sitting in the background reading books. Hildryn and Rhino are making things immortal through their protection.

And then there's Garuda, Valkyr, Khora, Nekros, Saryn, Revenant and Sevagoth turning everything into a one sided nightmare with warcrimes to boot. How should I mention Citrine, Equinox, and Wisp being support besties as what was strong only got stronger and more powerful. Zephyr is straight up chilling in the skies taking care of snipers and forces that parachute from the air. All the while infiltration problems start popping up because Ash is being a ninja, Ivara is assassinating generals, Loki stole/destroyed supplies, and Voruna just nommed half a squad in the matter of two minutes. Can you imagine the chaos of your men dying to Octavia blasting The Party of Your Lifetime.

Vauban is there just to figure out how to reverse engineer weapons and everyone having no idea how they died. Viktor will have entire reports going "We killed one of them! And she started doing everything in reverse and then suddenly I became the only person alive!" with Protea's time shenanigans. Or "Oh there's a cute one on the battlefield that impaled us with flaming spears! And another opened up portals behind us and started firing" which would make Nezha and Nova scary to encounter. Imagine the wildness of Mirage and Koumei working together, you got squads getting the storm trooper experience and some of them are losing to a gambling addict who rolled a 5.

The list just goes on and Victor's headaches have only just begun.

I think we need to discuss what The Hex looks like from The Scaldra side given they have no clue of anything regarding Warframes.

January 12th 1999, Viktor Vodyanoi is baffled that 50+ new members joined The Hex litterally overnight.

He has no idea which of them, if any, are the Drifter Nightingale keeps talking to on the coms.

[dduane]

Had a few questions along the lines of "where'd the cat come from?"

...We first run into her as a kitten in Tales of the Five #2: The Landlady, when Segnbora is unpacking after returning from the business trip that occupies most of the book.

“They’re for Fríalan. Well, for all of us, really. Here, come look.” She picked up the smaller of the two withy baskets and brought it over to Freelorn, putting it down by him on the couch. The basket immediately began to emit small piercing mewing sounds. ...“Better let them out before they start accusing you of maltreatment, Lorn. Goddess knows I had enough of that on the way here.” Freelorn reached out, unfastened the thongs that were holding the basket shut, and tipped its lid back. The shouting from inside immediately stopped, to be replaced by the scratchy noise of claws being hooked into dry withies. A moment later the basket’s inhabitants pulled themselves out and teetered on the edge of it: two kittens. One was a little black tom with faint grey hairs scattered all over him, and one white whisker. The other was a night-black queen-kitten with a white bib and white feet. They stared around them at the room and the couch, saw that someone was sitting on the couch with them, immediately recognized Freelorn as being in possession of a vacant lap, and clambered straight into it, staring up at him with great round eyes, green in the tom’s case and green-gold in the queen’s. “Their mother told me she had two who wanted to go see the world,” Segnbora said. “They don’t know their names yet, but I’m sure they’ll tell you when they work them out. If you’re very nice to them…” Kittens did tend toward the voluble: it would be months before they fully acquired the usual adult-feline reserve and dignity that meant they spoke only when they felt they had something important to say. But right now plainly everything struck them as important. “Are you him?” “You’re him!” “Our mother said we should go with her and come live with you!” “She said there’d be cream every day.” “And fish!” “And conies!” “And butcher’s meat!” “And she said, ‘A cat may look at a king.’” “So we’re looking!” “…I’m doomed,” Freelorn said, and grinned all over his face. He bent down toward them. “You know you should be very respectful of me, don’t you?” he said. “Because my father,” he whispered in a most conspiratorial manner, “is a Lion.” The little tom gazed at him wide-eyed with very thinly-disguised admiration. The little queen narrowed her eyes and glared. “Where is he?” she growled. “I can take him! I can take you!” And she flung herself at Freelorn’s head. Without a second’s hesitation, down the King of Arlen went, flat on his back, flailing his arms and begging for mercy while the queen-kitten started chewing on his nose.

...So plainly that relationship doesn't take long to set itself up.

The image above (like the previous one) would be assumed to have been "taken" sometime in the summer of the Middle Kingdoms-calendar year 2932 p.a.d.,* when Freelorn had been on the Throne for five years. His feline associate would be a little more than two years old, and plainly unconcerned about the legendary dangers that attend on anyone not both Arlene royalty and Initiate sitting in that old white chair. ("Not sitting on that anyway. Sitting on him.")

She turns up again in TOTF #3: The Librarian, in rather unusual circumstances. But that's another story. :)

*The commonly-used abbreviation for pai Ajnedäre derüwin: “since the Arrival”—i.e. of the Dragons, and therefore since the destruction of the Dark that had for millennia lain over the Earth and nearly destroyed life on the planet.

[gimlilithegreat]

My ideal sequel to The Hobbit (ignoring LOTR, the OTTrilogy can continue being perfect forever as a completely separate concept) is a vaguely slapstick groundhog’s day style redo where every time Bilbo dies he’s sent back to the day Gandalf arrives to invite him on an adventure.

It starts off enthusiastic because Bilbo is going to do everything right this time, he’s going to tell Gandalf immediately so they can fix everything and save everyone and stop Sauron.

But Bilbo keeps dying and everything keeps going wrong in new and incredible ways. They try the whole eagle thing. They try going with a massive army. Bilbo tries sneaking past Shelob, so many times.

He dies to orcs, spiders and old age. He dies falling off horses, tripping off cliffs and on one memorable occasion of a heart attack.

He lives through wars and councils and losing everyone over and over again.

And eventually Bilbo is a defeated hobbit with too many deaths in his memory to count and nothing left in him to give. He wakes up after his latest failure and decides to just go on the stupid quest to Erebor because if nothing else it worked last time.

He finds himself enjoying it, enjoying spending time with these dwarves who are confused by the tiny little war veteran in their midst. He’s weirdly laissez faire about dying and surprisingly good with a sword considering he’s a hobbit.

They get attached and work together to stop their little companion from walking into oblivion and Bilbo slowly remembers what living felt like and is starting to get his motivation back. This time with the desperation that this time will work out specifically because he loves these dwarves and no other versions of them will ever be the same. He has family now and he doesn’t want to leave them behind.

Bilbo’s learnt a lot over hundreds of life times and he uses all of that knowledge to get them through safely.

Facing off with orcs, brow beating stubborn elves and whipping the gold sickness straight out of dwarves.

He comes to the end of the journey, his dwarves are safe, Erebor is reclaimed with shockingly minimal loss of life and he has the ring and the willingness to try again for Mordor - when Bofur’s like, “what do you mean Mount Doom’s the only place it can be destroyed? Sounds like you just need lava. Follow me laddie.” And takes him down to the deepest and darkest parts of the mines under Erebor where dwarves have dug the deepest and uncovered great chasms at the bottom of which flow molten rivers of magma.

They drop in the ring.

It floats on the surfaces for a moment before it cracks and dissipates with an unsettling scream.

In the distance to the east a tower falls and orcs and goblins watch with horror as the eye melts and shatters.

Down the depths of Erebor Bilbo lets out a great sigh of relief.

“It’s almost four Bilbo, we should get you some tea before that stomach of yours starts a revolt.”

And Bilbo goes back up into the sunlight to settle in for a nice afternoon visit with his dwarves in the garden they built for him on the slopes of Erebor.

[zuzu-tries-to-write]

Katsuki Bakugo X Reader

Summary: Bakugo has spent years bullying you, masking his true feelings behind insults and harsh words. But when he finds out you’re dating someone else, something inside him snaps. Fueled by jealousy and frustration, he finally confesses—his way. With heated words, desperate kisses, and a possessiveness he can’t control, he makes it clear: you were always his. And now, he’s never letting you go.

(This one bakugo is a bit possessive but please don’t mind that)

Bakugo had always been a problem in your life. Since the first year at U.A., he had made it his mission to push your buttons, belittle your victories, and scoff at your every move.

At first, you thought it was just his personality. He was an ass to everyone. But as time went on, you noticed things—how he only seemed to get truly pissed when you outshined him in training, how he always had a comment about your friends, how his teasing was relentless when it came to you.

You had no idea why he was like that, and frankly, you had stopped caring.

Which was why, when Daiki—one of the second-year students from another class—asked you out, you said yes. He was sweet, kind, and most importantly, nothing like Bakugo.

The moment Bakugo found out, everything changed.

You weren’t expecting the confrontation to happen so soon.

It had only been a few days since you started dating Daiki, and already, your phone was full of texts from Ashido and Kaminari.

Ashido: Girl, I just saw Bakugo nearly murder a training dummy. WTF did you do to him?

Kaminari: Bro’s been pacing like a damn tiger in the lounge. He’s gonna explode.

You ignored the texts. It wasn’t your problem. If Bakugo was being a moody asshole, what else was new?

But you weren’t expecting him to grab you right outside the training hall and shove you against the wall, his arms caging you in before you could react.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low, dangerous.

You blinked up at him, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge. “Excuse me?”

He scowled. “Don’t play dumb. You and that extra.”

Your stomach twisted. “Daiki?” You narrowed your eyes. “That’s what this is about?”

He let out a harsh scoff. “Of course it’s about that. The hell are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I finally found someone who isn’t an asshole to me,” you shot back, frustration bubbling up. “Not that it’s any of your damn business.”

His jaw clenched. “Like hell it isn’t.”

“Why do you even care, Bakugo?” You pushed harder against his chest, but he still didn’t move. His whole body was tense, his crimson eyes blazing. “You’ve spent years making my life miserable, so why the hell does it matter to you who I date?”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, his fists clenching at his sides. “Because it should be me, damn it!”

The words hit you like a shockwave.

Your lips parted, but nothing came out.

His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling like he was barely holding himself together. “You think I just fuck with you for fun?” His voice was lower now, rougher. “You think I spent all this time chasing after you just to piss you off?”

Your heart was pounding. “What—”

“I didn’t know how to fucking say it,” he snapped, his hands slamming against the wall on either side of you. “I didn’t know how to—fuck—I didn’t know how to deal with you!”

You stared at him, stunned.

“You make me insane, okay?” His voice was raw, like the words were being ripped straight from his chest. “Every time I see you, every time you smile at those idiots, every time some loser gets too close to you, I wanna—” He exhaled sharply, his forehead dropping against yours. “I wanna fucking destroy them.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“I don’t want anyone else touching you.” His voice was barely above a whisper now, but it was so much more intense. “I should be the one with you. Not him. Me.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.

Then, before you could stop yourself, you grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down into a kiss.

It was desperate, messy, needy. The second your lips met his, Bakugo let out a low, guttural sound, his hands flying to your waist as he slammed you back against the wall. His grip was firm, possessive, his fingers digging into your skin as his mouth devoured yours.

You barely had time to process before his tongue slid past your lips, claiming you completely. Your head spun as he kissed you harder, deeper, like he was trying to burn himself into you.

One of his hands slid up your side, gripping your jaw as he tilted your head back, giving himself more access. You moaned against his mouth, and he growled, pressing his body even closer to yours.

“Mine,” he muttered against your lips, biting down gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Say it.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him back in for another bruising kiss. “Yours,” you whispered breathlessly. “Only yours.”

His grip on you tightened, his breath hot against your skin. “Damn right,” he growled, before kissing you again, harder, deeper, like he never planned on letting go.

Bakugo’s breathing was ragged as he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his grip on your waist still firm like he was afraid you’d disappear. His crimson eyes bore into yours, intense and unyielding.

“You’re not going back to him,” he said, voice hoarse but certain. “I won’t fucking let you.”

Your chest was rising and falling just as fast as his, your lips still tingling from the heat of his kisses. And the worst part? You didn’t want to go back.

You swallowed, your fingers still curled into his shirt. “Then what happens now?”

Bakugo let out a sharp exhale, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping them like an anchor. “You’re mine,” he repeated, like he needed to hear it again. “And I’m gonna make damn sure you never doubt it again.”

His lips found yours once more—slower this time, but just as deep, just as needy. His hands moved over your body, memorizing every inch, every curve, like he was staking his claim. You melted into him, fingers threading through his hair as he pressed you back against the wall, letting his kiss say everything his words couldn’t.

When he finally pulled away, his smirk was cocky, but his eyes were softer—warmer.

“You should’ve known, dumbass,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips. “You were always mine.”

And this time, you didn’t argue…

[thatbitchery]

little acts of feminism you do daily?

acts of feminism lmao.

I'm a misandrist before I'm a feminist actually. Largely I just hate men I don't exactly love women but

When a gay man uses bitch or slut or whore etc I just use fag. Two can play this game. We can both use terms of degradation here buddy. Yours based on my sex mine based on your sex too. FAGGGGGGGGGOT. You don't get a pass you're a man that loves men you're worse than straight men to me.

I address women, married women, with their title and maiden name (and if I don't know them I'll use ma'am ). Dr Laney wtf is Mrs MacAdams who is he I'm talking to you I'll use YOUR name

Its not exactly an act but it's physically impossible for me to consume pop music. I tried watching the Grammys (CONGRATS TO MOM MISS BEY MWAH FOR THE CULTUREE) and almost threw up Sabrina Carpenter why. Men just dancing minimal in comfortable clothes full covered and one later of camera ready make up as women do entire routines 3/4 naked and in heels plus enough make up to season an Indian festival I'll throw up. I'll actually throw up. Get out. Why is Charlie XCX pouring wine on her boobs in that MV it does not even match the story? Why are women in pop like this? What are you doing ? Anyway shout out my girls Sia , Alessia Cara and Billie Eilish mwah

I don't interact with men unless I have to and when I do I make sure they know I didn't want to be there I just mhm and nod all night contribute nothing and stupidly drink. Because why do you even exist bud. In spaces where I can't avoid them I just limit interactions and when they happen I make sure they know I did not consent to it. Like at work when I have to share spaces with them I just say nothing and use one word responses and it's obviously not shyness it's just my guy get the fuck out. Which makes them want to serve me so win win .or destroy me, which is okay. Two can always play that game and one of us is naturally irrational and emotional ask walls .

I always give women the benefit of the doubt 10000× and do not hold women to holiness. Amber Heard my love I hope you actually did great his ass,for my female ancestors that use to get beat mwah. Blake Lively babygirl I hope you actually did coerce him like MILLIONS of women have to go through everyday. The world will only defend women if they're saints not me I defend women because the sun exists idk. Yes 100% have an abortion because it's a son for the girls that are murdered and neglected for being daughters. Mwah. Queen do you need funds? I'll hook you uppppp.

When a man accuses me of doing something that I didn't do I go and do it. You can't accuse me for free brah. This guy accused me of stealing from him so I went and stole? After I was proven innocent obviously so now he can't accuse me again without being racist. When women accuse me of something I let it go. When men do I just go actually do it. If I don't wanna I accuse them of worse and you will nottttt get out of it unscathed babes I'm African. Think thrice.

I always believe the woman. Even when I know for a fact she's lying. You know what queen matter of fact I was there I saw it with my eyes. More than women's rights I support women's wrongs. By default women right men wrong. Men have to go through hoops to even get me to consider them. If a woman says it it's true. By default. Go play video games or serve in the army .

I don't believe in God or religion because ew.

If a man wants me to believe something he has to prove it to me or hes lying. I learned this when I realized women have to prove things to men bc men are just considered right by default and women will pull out Harvard level data and men will be like lol lies. So I take one for the team I made my boss pull out data that the company is doing WELL in a meeting. Like are you sure?. Idk I feel it's wrong so maybe its wrong. If IDs right prove it.

I have no soft spot for men (or women) go hunt. Please. Go bring me a boar sir. I don't speak to men that are beneath me in any category men are better than women you are alphas leaders kings gods RAAAAAAH so as a man why am I smarter than you. And yes grades matter shut up. What was your GPA. SHUT UP. What's your net worth? Get out. As a superior being why are you ugly. Am I ugly? And I'm a lesser being!! A woman? Ew. Get out. As a man youre supposed to be better than me it's nature. And I'm really really really good, so good luck. I'm hypergamous like that. And mot just one front, buddy. Alll of them. You are a MAN. a natural born LEADER. and ALPHA. rrrraaaaaah or whatever.

I just don't take men seriously. Like okay buddy whatever you say.

If you ever put me in leadership of anything just know the men will wilt the girls will thrive and if a man does thrive then he is, in fact, an alpha male.

Like I said, it's not as much feminism as it is misandry. I don't exactly like women or put effort into empowering us I just really hate men.

[sammys-magical-au]

Alright I’ve had caffeine and I’m wired so here’s my fucking rant of the day

I’ve seen the take floating around that “the Wrong Jedi arc only encourages Jedi-critical fans to hate the Jedi more and also destroys a decent Master-Padawan relationship with Barriss and Luminara”, and I almost shit my pants out of rage because there’s so many things wrong with that statement

First of all, if you can watch the Council dismiss, accuse, expel, and basically condemn a 15 year old girl to death when she was innocent, and then proceed to gaslight her when she is found to be innocent by going “haha I guess this was just the Force’s way of saying you’re ready to be a Jedi Knight, you can come back now lol��� without even taking responsibility for what they put her through, and after all that you have absolutely nothing critical to say about the Jedi, that’s actually insane.

Second of all, Barriss and Luminara’s relationship as Master and Padawan clearly was not that healthy. I won’t deny that Luminara cared for Barriss and vice versa, but Luminara quite literally said to Anakin that she thought it was best to leave Barriss and Ahoska to die on Geonosis, just because she “felt her slipping away” - and this took place at a time when Barriss and Ahsoka were EVEN YOUNGER than they were during the Wrong Jedi arc. I don’t give a fuck if that’s the “Jedi way”, it’s child abuse and straight up neglectful, plain and simple.

And my THIRD gripe with this is that Anakin’s Padawan-Master relationship with Ahsoka is RIGHT FUCKING THERE. Is it the healthiest either? No, but at least Anakin actually cared enough about Ahsoka to save her life and give two shits about whether she died or not - AND tried as hard as he could to prove her innocence during the Wrong Jedi arc when practically nobody else did. Oh, but wait, y’all only see Anakin as Vader so his good actions don’t count I guess, right? And his relationship with Ahsoka is automatically inherently toxic because *checks notes* he genuinely loves her and wants to protect her. I see.

I guess my point here is I hope some of y’all in this fandom never have kids if you’re fine with them being treated this way in media, it says A LOT about how you view kids irl 🤦🤦

[sezez]

Okay, so PPT Chp. 4 will certainly get mixed reactions. But for me, it was great and I genuinely love how much more lore we got and I already have some theories to craft. But before that, I'll just write my thoughts to the characters.

Spoilers ahead and this might be a long post.

Nightmare Critters & Pianosaurus:

First of all, so sorry for all of those Pianosaurus fans cause was he played dirty! I honestly thought we were going to have a mini-boss fight with this guy and I do like his concept. But instead he was killed in like 8 seconds, and also he changed up Doey's introduction.

In the trailer, Doey fell from the ceiling but in game he ate the dino and make him seem more menacing compare to the trailer. I guess that's one complaint I have, because it would have made him seem more trustworthy if he hadn't showed us how powerful and dangerous he could be. For whatever reason it was, I guess the devs just decided to change his introduction last minute.

As for the Nightmare Critters... Eh, the devs just said they're going to be a very, very minor characters. Also I kind of find it funny in that one scene where Sawyer gave us a chance to kill a critter, a critter we literally don't give two sh!ts about. Would have been more emotional or make us hesitant if it were someone like a toy from Safe Heaven, begging the Protagonist to not kill them or maybe Kissy Missy(?).

Kissy Missy & Yarnaby:

I was so happy that Kissy lived and she was so cute throughout the chapter, I love her and I swear to god if she ends up sacrificing herself to protect us from Huggy Wuggy, I will cry a waterfall.

But I am still curious as to WHAT happened to her, I did saw Sheeprampage's video where she could have been expose to some fire and possibly did so by letting some of the Red Smoke out then lit it up.

I really pray she'll be alright in the next chapter.

On to Yarnaby, he turned out just as I expected; a pet to the Doctor. I know people are disappointed that he didn't do as much as Catnap but must I remind you that in the ARG, Yarnaby is a failure by design. He lost the intellect he had when he was a child (he's name was Quinn btw) and just became loyal to Sawyer and Sawyer alone.

Protagonist:

Now, right off the bat, I really like how we can see the Grabpack is shaking slightly. Just come to show just how traumatize this ex-employee is. Also, I am still wondering and praying if we'll EVER get an answer on who the Protag is. Like, can the characters just say our name instead of "You!", "I know you.", "I've never seen you before..", etc.

But what Sawyer asked, why did the Protagonist really come back? He does have a point on the letter (which I am questioning on how tf does he know about that), it can't be the only reason. Maybe it was because they lost a loved one, or perhaps they have some unfinished business?

I sure hope we get our answers soon...

And I am still wondering on how this employee, (he was straight up confirm by Harley and said by Miss Delight he's human) managed to survive a large-as$ fall?! Kissy's arm didn't reached 'em til after he got punched in the face by a pointy rock!

Harley Sawyer:

I know for a fact people are disappointed he didn't do much in this chapter, but I am satisfied. Sure, he could have had his robots scattered almost everywhere but he likes to play with his food rather than muling it down and making a mess. He leaves that job to his pets.

Also he literally is just a ghost in the machine, he can't do anything physical unless he uses those robots. I was a bit disturb the fact that his organs were kept in machines and I was confuse as to why he didn't even seem angry when we destroyed his lungs. I thought he'd get mad and try to prevent us from doing it to the rest of what's left of himself, yet he rants and rants on... Suspicious.

I also loved how he seemed so surprise to become a experiment himself, like sure all the other higher-ups did so, but he made too much of a mess. Which is ironic because he seems strict with things being clean, if the notes from the ARG saids so.

And I am interested with what the Prototype and Harley discussed during a VHS tape; "Tape and Time". 1006 is getting impatient with the doctor because he doesn't have time, but just what is it they mean? The Prototype was planning something big, I saw someone said it could be the Hour of Joy. How not only it was the toys fighting back, but for Harley to get his revenge to those that made him an ai. Proving to them it was a mistake to let him control everything and anything.

But I don't really see that being the case, I don't know why though.. just a gut feeling it isn't.

Doey the Doughman:

It seems like I was half wrong on him being a secret villain, I was quite surprised that he consists of three kids with their own personality. But I find that it makes sense, like this is a Bigger Body that is just a sentient clay and only having one soul control the big weight would be trouble some.

But overall, I do like his character a lot and I love the dynamic between him and Poppy. Yeah, she is right about blowing the factory up since there's no way in heck the toys can walk freely outside. They'll just go through the experiments all over again, but Doey still puts the moral dilemma infront. Just to show how much he cares for the non-hostile toys.

I honestly don't have much to say, he's just going to be the new Dogday to the fandom. A good character that dies, wether or not it actually affect the story.

EXP. 1006; The Prototype:

Now, this thing is really making me excited to see what the hell he looks like. The shadow of his spidery legs is creepy, but I'm wondering how the hell is he going through the small halls if those are his legs. Because this guy is gonna be as big as the Blob from FNAF.

And I, along with all the other people who saw it coming, weren't surprised to hear he's Ollie. I mean, the moment he spoke to the Protagonist and the tape we find at the end of Chapter 3 should have already alarmed us.

Also, I am not one of those people who think Elliot was turned into this guy. Elliot was still around when the BBI was on full swing, the math ain't gonna math if you try to do the calculation.

Poppy:

Okay, so... I will say I am NOT one of those people who will go "Oh, I knew it! Poppy's evil! She backstabbed us again!"

No. Stop, shut up.

She is simply a coward, and fresh reminder; she's a child, missing her father (Elliot) and is very much traumatized.

Did anyone you even watch the tape of her? And even though Sawyer is right about her knowing the Hour of Joy was to arrive, she didn't know about the true intention of it. She thought she and the other toys can escape, be free and live a life, but 1006 brings a point that is painfully true.

Even if they had escape, they would just go through the experiments all over again.

And I am so glad it's canon, because these toys cannot just go out there without scaring people or luring mad scientists on how they were made. They wouldn't be free, they would just lead themselves to another cage.

But as to Poppy herself, I love the tape of her and Ollie talking. Really makes the scene of him revealing to be the Prototype all the more heartbreaking for her, he was there when she cried, felt empty and was her only friend while Playtime Co. was in operation. But now that he's gone, she has no one. Kissy might come back for her, but the doll may distant herself away from others. To keep herself safe, to hide and stop bringing pain to those around.

I really hope we get to know more about her in the next chapter, especially with what the "tragic accident" is that led to her becoming a doll.

[00valentina-writes00]

How about sevika with a terminally sick gf. I really loved the one you wrote for vi

♡♥︎Sevika with a terminally ill girlfriend♥︎♡

♥︎ Sevika doesn’t show much, but she’s absolutely destroyed when she finds out. There’s a crack in her usually unflappable armor, a flicker of vulnerability she tries to bury beneath her usual hard edges.

♥︎ She doesn’t talk about it much, but she starts keeping tabs on doctors, researching treatments, and trying to get her hands on any illegal or experimental cures she can afford. She won’t let you give up, even if you’re already resigned.

♥︎ Her usual harshness turns into something colder. She doesn’t waste time with anything unnecessary. If she’s going to help you, it’s going to be in the most effective way possible. No sentimental words, just straight to the point: “I’ll fix this. You’re not dying on me.”

♥︎ When you start getting weaker, she gets more demanding. She pushes you to eat, to stay awake, to fight. She’s relentless because if she doesn’t see you fight, it breaks her apart

♥︎ There are nights when she stays up late, arms crossed, staring out at the dark streets of Zaun, thinking about ways to make you better. Even the shimmer she injects into her system doesn’t offer any comfort when she watches you fade.

♥︎ She spends hours researching obscure treatments, bargaining with shady figures, doing whatever it takes to extend your life, even if it’s just a few more weeks or days. It doesn’t matter how much it costs.

♥︎ At some point, she starts finding herself hovering at your side all the time. She doesn’t want to leave. Not even to sleep. It becomes a strange routine for her, a kind of forced comfort where the silence between you is full of things neither of you are brave enough to say.

♥︎ If you’re awake enough, she’ll push your hair out of your face, but she won’t look you in the eyes. She doesn’t know how to handle the emotions you bring out in her, and it terrifies her.

♥︎ She never asks you how you’re feeling or if you want to talk about it, because she’s afraid you’ll say that you’re giving up. She can’t handle hearing it from your lips, even though she knows deep down you’re right.

♥︎ She starts to get more agitated, snapping at people who are just trying to help because nothing feels like it’s good enough. If anyone says something remotely positive about your situation, she shuts them down hard. She can’t pretend like there’s hope when there’s none.

♥︎ When you can’t leave the bed anymore, Sevika starts bringing everything to you. Food, water, medicine, books to distract you—anything to keep you from slipping further into the darkness.

♥︎ She never shows her tears, but sometimes when she thinks you’re sleeping, she finds herself staring at you, face etched with raw pain, her jaw clenched tight to hold back the wave of emotions that threatens to drown her.

♥︎ Her temper is worse than usual. She’s quick to lash out at others, mostly because she’s so incredibly fucking scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of not being able to save you. And she hates herself for not being able to fix it.

♥︎ She makes herself scarce around people when it gets worse. She’s quieter, more brooding, because the weight of her guilt and helplessness is too heavy to share. The only place she feels even a little bit in control is by your side.

♥︎ On the nights you’re too weak to speak, she holds your hand with a tightness that borders on painful. Her touch is demanding, like she’s afraid you’ll slip away in the blink of an eye.

♥︎ She doesn’t let you see her fear. Every day is a reminder of how much she’s failing you. And every time she sees that spark of hope in your eyes, it drives her mad because she knows she can’t keep it alive forever.

♥︎ As things worsen, she starts avoiding the topic of your death. It feels like a betrayal every time someone mentions it. She ignores the reality, pretending there’s a chance things will magically improve.

♥︎ When you do finally die, it feels like she’s been hit by a freight train. The finality of it leaves her in a state of shock, unable to process it. She doesn’t cry in front of you, not even when she closes your eyes for the last time.

♥︎ Sevika keeps busy after your passing. She throws herself into work, into anything that will distract her from the empty space beside her. She stops sleeping, drinking herself into oblivion, until her body can’t keep up with her broken heart.

♥︎ There are days when the memories hit her in waves. She can still hear your voice in her head, your laugh, the way you’d complain when she pushed too hard. And every time, it feels like a weight she can’t shake.

♥︎ People stop asking her how she’s doing because it’s obvious. She doesn’t need words anymore. The silence speaks for her. She’s the same outwardly—cold, distant—but internally, she’s unraveling, a mess of emotions she doesn’t know how to deal with.

♥︎ She tries to convince herself it’s better this way. You aren’t suffering anymore, and she can’t deny that you were getting worse. But she also knows she’ll never be the same again. That part of her is gone, taken by something she could never control.

♥︎ In the long run, Sevika doesn’t let anyone get close to her again. The wound you left in her will never heal, and she doesn’t think anyone could ever fill the hole you left behind. Not that she’s ready for that anyway

♥︎ But every now and then, when she’s alone, she lets herself think back to you. To the time you spent together, how you made her laugh, how you made her feel alive again. And she lets herself grieve the woman who was once hers.

[artsninspo]

COUNTERFEIT - three

⇽ part two

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

🍒 authors note: the story is starting to heat up and give you a sneak peak of whats to come.

🍒 pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Faith (Original Character) All my characters are black women.

🍒 word count: ~1.8K

🍒 summary: A day party, unexpected guest, damsel in distress, a lot of stress. Confrontation, unexpected chivalry, back stories & unfavourable truths. This one's messy 🌪️ .

🍒 three - unnatural habitats

I try my best for courage as the city scenes change from outside my window. I can feel Char’s eyes on me. Our argument was conveniently well timed. Now, if I don't show up now to this PR activation of her’s i’ll be toast. The worst sister in the world, problem child extraordinaire. It’s not that I don't want to support Char, it's that Jasonwas invited. In order to secure the necessary funding to make things go off without a hitch she enlisted him knowing his firm's coffers are deep. Knowing Jason, he will be in attendance. It’s the root of my reluctance to attend, not some petty spat and a childish attempt to get even. Char and I didn't speak until last night when she placed the dress she wanted me to wear today on my bed. A pinterest board of context for how I needed to look followed via text along with a detailed itinerary. I reacted to the messages with thumbs up and sat in the make-up artists and hair stylists chairs when they arrived smiling, laughing and talking with them - conceding and playing the role everyone wished to be my permanent disposition.

“Where were you last night?” Char asks, drawing me from my thoughts.

I take a breath before looking over at her, “Out” 

Char rolls her eyes at me before smoothing out her dress - it’s rare vintage and gorgeous. “Out where?” she probes.

“Drinking” I respond being short with her and she sighs.

“Whatever, screw your life up. The rest of us are responsible enough to be your backup plans” she snaps but i’m not in the mood for a back and forth.

“I can act the fool during your event if that's what you want?” I threaten her knowing the social game of chess well. Char glares at me in response. She knows she doesn't have to beg me not to. She knows I'd never knowingly light a match to anything she loves.

“I don't want that - I want the best for you Faith and you're just. I don't know what you're doing!” she shouts.

“I’m 24 and you're 25 Char, what the hell! We’ve got our entire lives ahead of us.”

“How many weddings have we been to the past few summers? How many housewarmings and baby showers?” Char snaps like any one of these guys we grew up with is worth getting to claim her in any way.

“That’s where the party dies Char. How many of our friends are the same?” I ask her.

“Just because you resent Merrick-” Char starts.

“It’s not about Merrick” I snapped, tired of that narrative. “None of this shit is real Char, I don't mind playing pretend but the charade has to end at some point! If mom didn’t have Merrick we could still live the way we do. We have an uncle you know, our fathers brother.”

“Drug money” she whispers well indoctrinated. Char looks at me appalled by my suggestion.

“Because corporations are not just as exploitative and damaging to communities, and the environment?” I ask and she looks at me like I'm a mongrel. Daddy would roll in his grave. That’s the fundamental difference - our father was never self righteous. He never made his choice of employment out to be the right thing - it was just a means to take care of his family. Char was his princess and I was his shadow. 

“Our father killed people and destroyed families with the poison he pumped into the community. Merrick is nothing like that” She snaps as the car comes to a halt. I exit the car and skip photo opps heading straight into the venue I’ve had a hand in decorating - I’m not in the mood to schmooze or network. I head to the bar and get my first round as the music gets good. I throw a few shots back heading over to mingle and maintain my reputation as the ‘fun’ sister. Girls twerk around me but I spare my sisters the embarrassment of my participation. I’m on a cool down when I see Jason watching me with longing. I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed myself this much in his company. I want to run but I can’t because we’ve made eye contact. He looks like he’s been going through it and I can't imagine how much it hurts him to see me looking unaffected by our end.

“Hey” he shouts over the music, having cleared the distance between us.

“Hey” I responded.

“You look beautiful” He smiles with a hand on my hip. It should be familiar and refreshing but it just isn't. He pulls me in coming in for a kiss but I turn my head and step out of his hold before looking at him again.

“Thanks” I mutter, not nearly drunk enough to forget we're over.

“Babe, can we talk?” He asks, lips brushing against my ear.

“We spoke already,” I remind him.

“You haven’t been taking my calls,” he says.

“Because Jason I have nothing more to say!” I say louder my impatience growing.

“Then listen to me, I love you” he says and for a moment the declaration moves me. But then something about him reminds me of Rick and it all goes away.

“Then let me go,” I plead. Jason searches my eyes before anger flashes in his. He pulls me to him like this is a bid for attention, a game of cat and mouse - a way to spice up our relationship and not a breakup.

“You want more attention, I get it. I’m here. I'll work less hours and make more time for us Faith. I love you - stop being like this” he says confirming my suspicions. It's a testament to how well I’ve gotten to know him and how little he’s been paying attention. The whole thing makes me upset and I pull away but he grabs my arms.

“Hey!” A deep voice says in warning. I relax, relieved security is here but I turn to see D’s cousin Rio. His expression is displeased as he sizes Jason up. Jason releases my arms - caught in his below the board behaviour. He straightens and my head spins. Rio’s the last person I expected here or defending me. He gives me a reassured nod before glaring at Jason like Jason has lost his everloving mind. Jason goes to grab me again before Rio steps between us.

“She’s my girl, move” Jason snaps.

“Doesn’t look like it” Rio responds unmoved.

“Why don’t you go and mind your business?” Jason snaps.

“Faith, is this your boyfriend?” Rio asks, casting a look over his shoulder at me, all the while still using his body as a shield.

“I know everyone she knows and I don’t know you” Jason snaps.

“You can do better than this, ma” Rio taunts with a smile that’s only purpose is to provoke Jason.

“Ma?! Faith, who the hell is this guy?’ Jason snaps ready to make a scene.

“Jason, call me when you aren’t drunk” I shout, needing to diffuse the situation for Char’s sake.

“Faith, don’t walk away from me” he shouts, stepping around Rio to grab at me again and it happens so fast I’m shocked. Jason is grabbed by security and his wallet is plucked from his pocket. Another guard snaps a picture of his license.

“Don’t worry, he won’t be allowed back” the guard says. I force a mortified nod as security makes quick work of throwing Jason out discreetly. A few eyes are on us, Char among them.

Fuck, I curse to myself.

“Thanks” I mumble and Rio turns to face me.

“Let me guess, finance?” He says.

My head is still spinning. “What?”

“He works in finance so he thinks people can be bought? And has shit to lose that's why he aint swing on me for talking to his ‘girl’” Rio says with a knowing, taunting light in his eyes. It kills all of the chivalry of his actions.

“Yes, finance” I admit and he looks me over again like I can do better. 

“Well D would’ve wanted me to look out,” he shrugs cooly.

“Thanks” I respond, feeling deflated.

“I’ll tell the staff you're a friend of the family, you need anything let us know” he comments glancing around the venue.

“Appreciate it” I mutter seeing Char’s wide eyes behind him as she makes her way over.

“No worries. But don’t ever come to the bar dressed like that you hear?” He winks walking away.

“Who was that? He’s hot!” Char asks as Rio disappears. 

“D’s cousin” I answer honestly.

“How do you know him? I don’t remember this cousin.” she asks.

“He was around when I saw D” I omit the full truth and she looks in his direction some more.

“He’s hot” she repeats and I smile.

“He’s not your type”

“What?” she asks.

“I'm pretty sure he doesn’t fit your criteria” I tell her.

“What does he do?” She asks.

“He looks like he does whatever he wants.” I tell her heading back to the bar. The bartender hands me a cherry margarita before I can order.

“From the boss” he smiles and I do too. My sister watches me with a hundred questions when I don’t pay and I know it’ll be a long interrogation. I wonder if Rio’s actions are genuine kindness or flirting - either way the man is attentive and clearly dangerous. I head home shortly after the incident, skipping out on the after parties. When I wake up I see a slew of emails from Jason and roll my eyes. I see a message from char saying she’s doing hot yoga and relax until my phone rings. I check the caller ID with one eye open and see Diego’s name. Relief washes over me and I answer.

“Hello”

“Char called”  Diego says on the other end of the video call.

“Yeah?” I ask and he nods.

“Asking if you were involved with my cousin” Diego says and I roll my eyes.

“Jason was sloshed and getting aggressive instead of my sister intervening your cousin did.” I explain.

“I know he told me, then asked me if guys like Jason are your type” Diego says with a knowing expression.

“We both know he isn’t” I admit. “How's the play off season going at the bar?” I ask.

“Good. You low on money?” he asks.

“No, I've been living off the tips and saving my salary. It’s nice.” I admit.

“Rio’s out of town next weekend so if you want to work let me know” he offers.

“I’m in” I tell him.

“Good”

“Did Char tell you she thinks Rio is hot?” I ask and his eyes bug out.

“Rio isn’t her type, he has a son and two girlfriends” D says, surprising even me.

“Two” I exclaim shocked and D nods. “And he’d pretend Char’s the only one,” I add, shaking my head.

“Good at it too,” D scoffs, making me laugh.

“Then he’s exactly her type, she still believes in playing pretend” I tell Jason who swallows.

“Both of you need to stay away from him.” D says before changing the subject to something lighter.

authors note: checking in with readers. the first chapter did well but the second not so much. idk if you all are busy or tired with the state of the world, tired of rio or adjusting to the change in POV. Whatever the case I'm willing to pause updating this story for now and revisit updating it later.

This story is a slower burn than Forgiveless but I promise all the mess and spice you love and more is on the horizon.

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[beeseverywhen]

It infuriates me how cheap chickens are

Like eggs are so expensive. Chickens lay too many. If I had chickens I'd have TOO many eggs. Obviously you've got to feed the chickens but I mean. I could grow them food (you aren't allowed to give chickens food scraps here. I'm not sure why that is)

There is a cost to keeping chickens no matter how you do it but omg I don't think people realise how cheap they are.

I have nowhere to keep chickens. I'm not allowed. But you bet if I had a garden I'd want chickens in it.

[little-pondhead]

The Curse Of Hope

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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

[princesstarfire1234]

God reminded of the fact that Earthspark season 2 is kind of mid compared to one, especially in the themes department :((

Elaboration in pic since this person explained it better than I could:

But then brain was like... man, yknow what could've possibly helped solved both of these problems? Scavengers...

I AM insane yes but ALSO CONSIDER ONCE MORE TF FANDOM:

Earthspark Scavengers being well-meaning Decepticons that AREN'T actively trying to kill literal children and INSTEAD find/create a Chaos Terran by accident, grow very attached to them, and end up taking care of them... (affectionately dubbed Connie maybe, idk, could be any kid but I do like Connie, she's silly)

(PS: read tags idk i think I rambled too much in there and now I'm too lazy to move all of it up on the actual text post)

[sasukeless]

for a side that says to be so pro sasuke its hilarous when they start fuming when you mention canon stuff about his characterization

[a-gay-bloodmage]

One of my favorite hobbies to engage in is ignoring the canon course of video game romances

[gothteddiesdotcom]

oh my god re: your recent post... the 'girl dinner' shit. omfg. idc if it's 'not that deep' you're still reinforcing terrible shit!!! and also the like 'boys when they see a stick/cool rock' and 'girls when they time travel vs boys when they time travel' wojaks. the gender-fication of barbie vs. oppenheimer. why the fuck is the recent internet zeitgeist hyper stereotypical cisnormativity. like. i thought we had collectively outgrown this.

exactly. And that’s all just some parts of it too. People pretend they’re so on top of things but it’s just because they don’t want to seem out of touch and offensive. It’s wild watching people barf out gender binaries with new terms and new ways to categorize trans people as not their gender and new ways to reinforce the same gender roles on ourselves but in “good” ways now. It’s just….really frustrating and pretty terrifying at the same time