#besides if anyone wants to steal my identity

[pedrospatch]

im sorry I read cevansgoatee and now I need the lore. WHO WERE YOU previous to pedgitopascal > darkroastjoel > Joelsgreys? youre like a Pokemon lmao

A POKÉMON LMAO PLS

well if u must know

i was cevansgoatee when i was part of the marvel and chris evans fandom. i wasn’t extremely active i would come and go, definitely not as active as i am now. i was a walking dead blog prior to that but was NEVER active

and then my name changes here…i just have identity crises i guess idk lmao but this name is here to stay.

i’m also a pokémon in real life cause i have 3 names and y’all only know my middle name. except the people i give my number or social media to, they know my first name, couple people even know my full name lmao

stranger danger? we don’t know her.

[wileys-russo]

Writing challenge idea 🙂

Georgia Stanway “fake dating” like a holidate idea for a wedding - like the anyone but you movie trope if that makes sense! 🙂🙂🙂

georgia stanway

“and you looked over everything i sent you?” you stressed, clutching tightly onto the girls hand who rolled her eyes. “yes! i do know how to be a girlfriend ya know? ive done it once or twice.” georgia teased which did nothing to ease your nerves.

“i know, but have you ever been a fake girlfriend?” you challenged as she pulled a face unable to argue with you. “why is this so important to ya anyway?” she asked as the uber neared the venue and you sighed.

“its not, its just been years of the teasing and the questions and the jokes about everyone else having a partner but me. really makes these events quite insufferable!” you admitted as georgia smiled sympathetically.

"i'm sorry." the english girl squeezed your knee with her free hand as a beat of silence passed.

“so you remember how we met?” you quizzed her, snapping back out of it as georgia recounted the story like clockwork and you nodded, the uber pulling up outside the venue where your cousins engagement party was being held.

you thanked the driver and jumped out of the car as georgia followed, taking your hand again as the two of you made your way toward the entrance. "if you don't know how to answer a question just pretend you don't speak any german." you paused and warned her.

"i don't speak very much german." georgia reminded with an amused smile, trying to calm your obvious nerves. "oh right. perfect! keep it that way." you squeezed her hand and took a deep breath, entering the venue as within seconds there was family members swarming you.

georgia sent you a pleading look as you smiled apologetically, the poor girl whisked away by a few of your cousins for interrogation no doubt as your grandmother tugged you aside for a talk.

you were on edge and getting more nervous by the second as it seemed you and georgia were destined to be apart, the english girl paraded around meeting all your extended family and friends by your sister who was the only family member you'd keyed into your plan, trusting her with your life.

"well well well, that would not be stanway over there pretending to be your girlfriend now would it?" your blood ran cold at the familiar voice, hands settling on your shoulders as you sighed in defeat. "what are you doing here? i thought you couldn't make it." you groaned as laura took a seat beside you with a smirk.

"hey! is that anyway to greet your favourite cousin now schnecke?" the blonde teased, the childhood nickname falling off her tongue as you shot her a glare. "please don't tell anyone." you pleaded, hating how you needed to stoop to her level.

"what do i get out of this?" the footballer grinned as you shook your head, you should have known better than to assume this would happen without bribery. "what do you want lau?" you asked with an annoyed frown.

"mmm you let me score next time you play us." the girl grinned as you scoffed, not even going to entertain her request as a loyal bayern player. "no you are right. that will happen anyway because i have always been a better striker than you are a defender!" laura waved it off as you rolled your eyes.

"i want three packets of balla stix and you room with me next national camp." laura demanded as you eagerly agreed, shaking her hand as she stood. "pleasure doing business kid." she smacked your cheek three times with her hand doing a terrible mobster accent and sauntered off.

"was that laura?" you jumped as georgia dropped down into the seat she'd previously occupied, eyes wide with nerves you'd both been caught out. "its sorted, don't worry. are you okay? my family can be...a lot." you bit your lip guiltily.

"i'm a bit worried your aunties going to try and steal my identity. was just waitin for her to ask for me bank details!" georgia shook her head clicking her tongue as you smiled, nerves easing.

finally left alone the two of you fell into conversation, georgias hand resting on your knee as she scooted her chair closer to be able to hear you over the music, the two of you laughing and messing about like normal.

"we've got an audience." the girl whispered in your ear as you turned your head and jumped seeing your grandmother stood right there. she made a comment in german causing your cheeks to heat up as georgia watched on dumbfounded as the older woman pinched your cheek and walked off again.

"what did she say?" georgia asked with a frown. "she said she hopes you are a better footballer than you are a liar." you sighed with a small smile, you should have known that of all people the hardest to fool would have been her.

"hey i thought i was doin well!" georgia protested with a huff as you laughed, catching the watching eyes of a few more of your cousins from another table. "you are, trust me. best fake girlfriend i've ever had!" you teased, kissing her cheek with a grin.

"well in that case. how about you let me take ya on a real date?" you were taken aback by her question, the midfielders cheeks blushed bright red as she bounced her knee nervously.

"really?" "really."

"yeah, i'd like that." you both exchanged a shy smile, laura appearing again and pulling you both up to dance.

[that-lemur]

I can’t believe that you don’t support endo systems seeing that you’re a therian. Your blog also doesn’t say if you’re even a system or not, so what do you even know about systems anyway??? Educate yourself before you spread misinformation about our community that isn’t harming anyone or anything. Hate like this, for literally no reason, disgusts me. We’re trying to live our lives and be proud of who we are and the only people standing in the way of that are people like you. Do better, man.

Woah more !! Fuck you !!

“Who you are” is ABLEIST do I have to spell that out for you a-b-l-e-i-s-t.

Besides endos who are traumagenic with suppressed/forgotten trauma y’all are just ahem. Shitty people ‼️

You invade traumagenic spaces and steal terms for traumagenic systems. You spread misinformation through.. Google Docs and Carrds 😭 Like you guys know those aren’t valid scientific resources to reference right??

Yet again, to state a FACT. You cannot be a system without trauma. Says it in medical documentation :3

Being a Therian has nothing to do with being a system as it’s an IDENTITY not a mental disorder. Though my Alterhumanity is likely connected to my Autism (which is common).

Me being a system or not has nothing to do with it. Singlets and systems can point out bullshit when they see it. Is every doctor that diagnoses Dissociative Disorders a system? How do you know what my personal circle looks like? Maybe i have system friends NO WAY. “Mixed-Origin”, “Endogenic”, “Tulpagenic”, “Paragenic” none of them are real 😭

You guys have set back the genuine scientific study and acceptance of real systems back soooooo far, you’re the reason doctors may misdiagnose real systems. You actively spread real harm to traumagenic systems. You actively steal terms that have nothing to do with you, and are directly against you. You constantly harass people that do not share the same opinion as you by interacting with people that directly tell you to NOT INTERACT WITH THEM

PSA: interacting with someone when they do not want you to interact with them is harassment.

[abbyromanoff]

Can I request Morticia Addams protecting you part 2? Maybe just fluff and how mortician and r raise a child together in a mafia family

ANOTHER?

PAIRINGS: Morticia Addams x reader

WORD COUNT: 885

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, overprotective!Morticia, talks of Mafia, some fear in Morticia, talks of having a baby, not spell checked, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Morticia, it’s not dangerous, I promise! We’ll never even let him out of our sight.” Your wife shook her head in a disapproving manner, sighing as she bit her lip and continued to chop the carrots. You groaned in petulance, only removing your hands from the tight hold against your chest when you heard your son crying out for you. Morticia instantly set down the knife, rushing behind you to catch an eye on the little boy. Apparently he was still hungry and was also upset that he knocked down her toy.

It was the toy his mama had gotten him and she took pride in knowing it was his absolute favorite toy. You would shoot her playful glares whenever she mentioned it, because the both of you knew deep down that Morticia would definitely be the most liked.

“Oh, Pugsley, you need to be more careful. I know you get your clumsiness from mommy, but I don’t need two of you being this identical.” You chuckled lowly and placed a small kiss to his forehead before allowing him a few animal shaped crackers before dinner.

“The giraffe has always been his favorite, I don’t understand why.”

“Well, they’re cute. And they’re tall, I bet he’ll be a tall little guy soon too.” He pointed out the animal with his small fingers, a smile adorning his face as he giggled and took a bite.

“They’re long-necked freaks, I don’t understand how anyone could like those things. Besides, he’s too little to be eating those, what if he chokes?”

“Baby, his teeth are nearly full grown and they’re the softer versions for babies, he’s going to be okay.” You admired his love for the crackers and came to a sudden realization that had you abstrused; he had never gone to the zoo. He had probably never even seen an animal besides when your bodyguard had brought around a watchdog who he adopted. He instantly fell in love with it, and he cried the moment you had to say goodbye.

“What if we take him to the zoo?” Your wife stopped in her retreat to the dinner she insisted on preparing and placed her arms at her side, glaring at the thought alone.

“Please tell me you are joking, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes and whined lowly, causing her to raise her eyebrows and quirk her lip upwards.

“Darling, do you realize how dangerous the zoo really is? There are hundreds upon thousands of people there every day, none of which we know and can trust. The animals are kept in their enclosures by glass only, what if they try to attack? Hm? What happens when our baby is in danger and we are too focused on those dang animals?”

“It’s not that serious! I get it’s dangerous with your position but he deserves to live, don’t you want our boy to experience the world?” You pleaded with your eyes that you knew she could fall for so instantly. She bit the inside of her cheek and took a small breath through her nose before finally falling out of her trance.

“You need to stop hypnotizing me with those things- you already gave them to our son and now he’s a spoiled little death bug.” She glanced towards him once more, and seeing him play happily with his food made her sigh softly.

“Mhm, and maybe that’s why you should let us take this cutie pie to the zoo.” You stood behind the little boy with pleading eyes and he seemed to follow your act without hesitation.

“Mama, will you please take me and mommy to the zoo? Oh, mama, I really want to go!” You impersonated, and your son's struggling voice came to play. He murmured her title and you knew that was the moment she’d agree. With a long term list that she forced you to listen to, she accepted your pleas and two days later you were holding your body as he giggled at the Lion’s acts.

Morticia had began with stalking your surroundings in order to keep Pugsley and her wife safe, but soon she felt her guard falling as she focused on the happiness you shared. She had never once in her life felt so much peace, she was finally calm. Bodyguards still followed you both for protection, but she felt as if you three were the only ones in the world.

“Where’s the giraffe enclosure?” Your wife asked, causing you to stop in your tracks and Pugsley’s face instantly lit up. You looked at the map and followed the direction instructed, and only a few minutes later did you stand in front of the awaited zone. He watched as the animal moved and admired the noises they made, along with the chewing of the leaves.

“You know, he could feed the lambs over there.” She nodded softly, giving her son a moment before expanding their journey.

“We should have more.”

“You think we can handle that?”

“I think I can handle anything as long as you’re with me.” You turned to face the woman, still keeping your eye on Pugsley as he fed the different breeds.

“Awh, is the grumpy old Morticia getting soft on me?”

“I don’t know how I’m going to handle the two of you.”

“Oh, c’mon!”

[lorelune]

six drinks, first time

|| jing yuan x f! reader || E/18+ || drunk reader + adoring jin yuan + kink reveal || wc: 2.5k  || ao3 ||

Jing Yuan covets the fact he knows you better than anyone else. It’s unfortunate for him that plum wine makes you sweeter and more honest, revealing a piece of yourself he hasn’t considered. 

minors & ageless blogs dni

a/n: jing yuan has rotted my brain i need him so badly fr fr :salute: enjoy!!

CWs: drunk reader, engaged jing yuan and reader, possessive jing yuan, corruption kink, virginity kink, reader visibly blushes, light exhibitionism/threat of exhibitionism

It's rare for Jing Yuan to see you this way. So carefree, so weightless, so unabashed, despite the many bodies around you and looks that your display is inevitably drawing. Jing Yuan is too old to care for decorum in this setting, it's a party after all. Though he'll only nurse a drink or two during the evening, lest lose himself, he appreciates seeing his compatriots enjoy themselves.

He wasn't expecting you to partake as much as you have, though.

Jing Yuan has been counting your drinks— five, sipping on a sixth (some plum wine that he’s sure has a taste that will linger on your lips. He wants nothing more than to find out himself). You'll undoubtedly have a headache in the morning. He's less concerned about that (he'll treat you well, he always does, the lovesick fool he is). You rarely drink so much, usually just stealing sips from his glass and remaining sober by his side, so it's quite the treat for him to see you lose yourself in this way.

You cling to his arm, cheek pressed into his shoulder as you listen to Fu Xuan drone about a trivial bit of gossip. Jing Yuan entertains her, and you watch them both, entranced. Lips parted and a bit chapped, cheeks flushed, with a thigh thrown over his own. You're rarely so affectionate with him in public, or anywhere other than your home. You insist upon decorum, but after your third drink, it's been thrown out the window. You're practically in his lap.

At the thought, Jing Yuan tests his luck. It takes no effort for him to wrangle you over his thighs, and you throw an arm around his neck, pressing the other over his chest. You bear your weight into him. It's horribly precious of you.

Though your relationship isn't a secret, it's something you don't answer common questions about. Even if Tingyun tries to twist your arm for information on the general, you always skillfully decline (or, tell her off with equally flowery words. It's impressive to watch considering he's well aware of the other contexts you use such vocabulary and tone in— in war rooms at the side of long tables, or while sitting over his hips, smearing spit across his lips.)

You gasp at something Fu Xuan says. Jing Yuan squeezes around your hip. When your flesh gives way under his grip, Jing Yuan sees stars. It's so rare he gets to indulge in this way. He'll milk it for all its worth.

You're unaware of it— the gazes that you draw, from colleagues, foes, strangers. Jing Yuan is terribly attuned to it. You'd probably be alarmed if you knew the extent to which Jing Yuan is acutely aware of each wayward glance or longing look you receive. You have admirers. Your lack of public acknowledgment of your relationship (besides the engagement rings you both wear. Identical, cast in the same metal, sharing halves of the same stone) allows room for it.

Jing Yuan never lets them get far. For how little you both say of it, he isn't shy about standing closer to you than anyone else. Inviting you to the seat of divine foresight, whenever he bothers to actually be there. He asks for you on daily walks and you're the only other person his finches will eat from the hand of.

If an admirer of yours doesn't get the message after such clear signals, Jing Yuan takes a more direct approach. A hand on the small of your back, leveling you a gaze that screams 'I will be splitting you open on my cock the first moment you allow me' in an open market for all to see, or making eye contact with said suitor and provide them a particular hardened, venomous look that Jing Yuan's only been able to forge through time and his feelings for you.

He'd never considered himself a possessive man before you.

Look at what you've done to him, made him selfish and desperate at your hand.

Jing Yuan has little to lose. You've finished your sixth drink. He kisses your jaw— just a drag of the lips over the curve of it. He feels you give a full-bodied shudder, balling up his robe in your fist.

He’d never considered himself needy either, but with you, he is. He hides it well. He doesn't even think you know, though you could see it if you looked hard enough.

"Dearest," he speaks against your ear, only for you to hear. "May I take you home?"

You turn to pout at him. He's patient, horribly, perhaps to a detriment at times— but you're testing him.

"Noooo, not yet!" You whine. "The party's so nice and Fu Xuan's fun when she's tipsy."

You hide a giggle behind your palm, and you don't see the way Fu Xuan bristles behind you.

"Can I convince you?" Jing Yuan asks you. He squeezes your inner thigh. He'd put his hand to your skin directly if he could, if he didn't value your modesty—

(Though, perhaps he's been entertaining the thought of having you in a courtyard for the past half hour. Who is to say.)

You hum, thoughtful, "You will have to be very persuasive. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly."

"Noted. You know I can be."

"Hmmm... I'm listening."

Jing Yuan hums, "Such things would be better discussed in private. Take a walk with me?"

You frown, "I don't want to get up."

"I'll carry you."

"You wouldn't—" you flush at that. Jing Yuan cups your face so he can feel your cheeks heat.

"I would. Happily, in fact."

You shouldn't be surprised when he rises with you in his arms, only depositing you back to the ground when you squeal and squirm. You still grab his hand as you depart from the crowded party room. Jing Yuan feels each gaze that follows them. He rubs over the ring on your left hand.

Jing Yuan takes you to an overlook. The city is deserted so late. There's no need for his knights to be stationed so close to the celebration, considering the amount of soldiers teeming just inside.

He crowds you against the railing, slowly, leveraging you with a hand on your side. He'd never let you fall, especially when you sway with the drinks you've had.

"You've been so sweet this evening." Jing Yuan noses down the line of your throat.

"Am I not sweet every evening?"

"You are, of course." Jing Yuan could spend days, months— years even, telling you in all the ways. He's long since become accustomed to the unique heartache you give him— like a wound that never heals or a bruise that will never yellow. The only way to soothe it is with your words, your touch, your presence in his bed and by his side— and wrapped around his arm when you so cutely drink yourself into a stupor. "It's rare that I get to see you partaking in the way you have. It's lovely to see you enjoy yourself. I simply wish to enjoy you myself. If you don't wish to return all the way home, I happened to see a few spare rooms—"

"Jing Yuan!" You tug at his hair. He suppresses a moan. "That would be— indecent. And unbecoming of someone of your rank."

"My rank is unmoving and unchanging, regardless of any sweet sounds I could draw from you. But, I suppose, you are quite the shy thing, aren't you—?"

"You're awful." You say with no bite. You kiss him stupid and Jing Yuan feels stupid. He never feels undone or outwitted, but you silence him so easily. A few touches and he's nothing. "Scoundrel."

"And, you love me for it."

"Well, yes, of course." You assure him and nip at his bottom lip. "Enough to want to marry you, in fact."

"So, you'll allow me to walk you home and keep you from work tomorrow?"

"Why would you keep me from work?"

"I don't expect you to be walking with any ease when I’m finished with you." Jing Yuan, perhaps, desires to mark your neck as well. It's a rare thing, and when he does, he revels in the way you futz with your collar all day to try and hide them. He thinks he'll give you one that you can't hide, right over your pulse point.

"How do I know you're not just trying to get out of those meetings that are on the books for tomorrow morning?" You bat at his chest, a smile burgeoning on your lips. He's got you.

"I only wish to spend the rest of the evening pleasuring you." He lilts his voice and squeezes lower on your hips. "Does my lover not trust me?"

You bury your face in his chest and shudder. He chuckles, running a palm over your hair, cupping the back of your neck. So easily undone, choice words and you unravel.

"You make me think all these weird things."

"Weird how?" He asks, already cajoling you into linking arms, matching your stride.

"I— I've been having this thought and I can't get it out of my head." You avoid looking at him and Jing Yuan’s interest is piqued. 

"Will you share with me?"

"It's... embarrassing. And lewd."

"Dear," he presses your ring into your finger. "I have promised myself to you in all ways. If it's a desire you have, I want nothing more than to hear and indulge it."

"You're spoiling me."

"You're avoiding telling me what has plagued you so." Jing Yuan reminds you.

You pause and chew on your words.

Jing Yuan is... curious. Your desires are not a mystery to him. You've been forthright with your wants, and he has in turn, and very little has been vetoed. If anything, you've given him much to think about. You occupy his thoughts in a way that is probably distracting, but so close to retirement— he can let himself daydream about a future where keeping you in bed and flush to him is his only job.

"It's just that—" You shift from foot to foot. You're not far from home now, and you drag your feet. "That, you know? We'll have forever, and it makes me think about all the stuff from before that."

He hums. You've revealed fragments to him, unpleasant bits of the past you've moved beyond. 

"And like... What if— Just. Maybe. I think about it sometimes." You kick the metal and stone at your feet. "I think about you being my first. I'm gonna be with you forever, you know? I wish you could just unmake me, and take me for the first time."

Jing Yuan stalls. Almost stumbles. He catches himself by the barest fringes of his finesse because Aeons and stars, what the fuck did you just say—?

(He considers himself an expert in you. He knows your mood, the way your skin changes with the artificial weather and your favorite fruits, and how you best like them cut. He knows the ways to curl his fingers inside you to bring you climax within just moments or hours, if he so deigns.)

(Yet, he never knew this desire. Never considered it. Foresight means nothing when you obscure his vision in the same way a comet's tail bursts as it hits solid atmosphere— blinding and forged with wishes.)

"Jing Yuan? Are you okay?" You ask him, voice gone soft and timid. "Was that... bad?"

"No." Jing Yuan steels himself. He has much to consider. He must act. He scoops you into his arms and throws you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You let out a little ‘oof’ and pound on his back. "What's this for? If you're upset with me, just say it."

"You didn't upset me at all." He runs a hand over the back of your thighs, his palm coming to rest over your ass. "The opposite, actually overjoyed. You've been so gracious, I couldn't possibly let you tire yourself out with a walk home, could I?"

He squeezes a cheek and feels his cock twitch at the squeak you let out.

He's going to ruin you, he decides. Perhaps not now, but another night. If you wish him to rewrite a poor memory, your first, he will. He wants you dead sober for it.

"... Why do I feel like you're thinking really hard?" you slap his ass and he snorts. "You're scheming. I can tell."

"Only planning, dear. I promise it's in your best interest."

It's all he thinks about as he sets you on the threshold of your shared home. He feeds you rice with egg and tuskpir belly and it’s all he fucking thinks about. He fucks you stupid and drooly and full into the sheets, and it consumes him.

He intertwines his fingers with yours as he fucks into you from behind. His cock hasn't even been this hard, he thinks, it almost hurts. You make the sweetest sounds below him, sticky tears clumping your lashes as you squeeze his hand back. Every thrust pushes you into the mattress. He's blowing out your back, surely. He knows the ache you'll have in the morning and he'll chase it away.

He presses his chest to your back, licking up your neck and stilling the cant of his hips. You breathe in time.

"I'll take you like it's your first time— I'd love nothing more." He licks over a high patch of skin on your neck. "We can even play pretend, if you'd like. Would you like to be a blushing virgin who's never taken cock before?"

You laugh, tilting your head back to bonk into his, "Sounds like you'd just like to corrupt my hypothetical innocence."

"And if I did?" Jing Yuan speaks so seriously that it stills you. He thinks of every set of eyes that looked at you that evening, every ogling glance that traced a figure that is only his. He bites down into the flesh of your neck, sucking a bruise so dark it'll last for days. "If I want to undo you and be the only one who's ever fucked you, seen you like this, would I be wrong to? I think that you may even enjoy that."

You let out a shaking breath. Your cunt squeezes like a vice around his cock and he groans into the mark he's branded on you.

"You're going to ruin me." You smother your voice into the sheets as he picks up his pace. The slap of skin is wet, you're drenched, it's filthy and Jing Yuan never wants it to end. Perhaps he should rethink his views on immortality.

"I am." He will. It's a promise, a vow that's sealed with the faltering rhythm of his hips and the way he spills inside of you. He eats himself out of your cunt, until you're cumming on his tongue and thrashing against the hold he keeps on your hips.

Jing Yuan feels so pleased when he finally lays down at your side after wiping you down. You doze, rolling into his warmth the moment he's under the covers.

He will ruin you. He will reshape you for him, if that's your desire.

He keeps a hand between your sticky thighs and pushes his spent that dribbles from your cunt back inside you.

[mysterycitrus]

HAS ANYONE SAID BRUCE HEADCANONS YET

Headcanon A:  realistic

in his head, rattling around like whispers in the dark are the words if you slip once, if you tighten your grip, if you falter, if you fall, you will be a killer. he hears it as he stands at the gallery with damian, as he watches cass dance, as he sits through duke's debate club, as tim sits beside him in the cave, as dick smiles at him, again, the same as he did when he was robin. you will kill your children. it's what you really want, isn't it? to make people hurt. to make them feel the way you do. he doesn't, obviously. the thoughts are intrusive. they hold no power in the daylight. he knows this. he knows he knows he knows.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

sometimes bruce just... doesn't remember people's secret identities. like, he knows them. he has them on file. he has built a flamethrower robot with the face of their first love to cause maximum emotional damage should they ever go rogue and steal a nuke, but otherwise? the league recruits so many similar sounding people that he just can't bring himself to give a shit. what's that new guy's name? who cares. his costume is ugly and he looks like a hedgehog.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

his greatest fear is watching the people he loves be gunned down in front of him, again, while he is helpless to watch. but what he fears, truly, buried so deep that even crane could not draw it from him, is that everything he's done to dick, everything he's said, all the times bruce has pushed him away and made it hurt, is hanging over his head like the sword of damocles. dick's anger is loud. he simmers then explodes, but there are some things that remain unsaid. how close is he from turning away from bruce entirely? what if bruce loses him while he still breathes? why can't bruce stop doing it?

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

one time as bruce wayne he spent an afternoon flirting with ronan farrow at an event, because he was so afraid that ronan was going to start asking him questions about like... why he keeps mysteriously disappearing and how all his kids keep dying. it was fine. he played it cool. he had to hide from michael lewis in the bathroom.

[alitheakorogane]

Freedom's Protection: The Two Imposters

Summary: Our beloved protagonist had finally met the Anemo Archon himself. Is he really one of your allies in surviving in this world where people wanted to kill you for 'stealing' the face of the Divine Creator or is he one of them?

This is the first part of Mondstadt's storyline for the Reader Protection Squad SAGAU series.

Note: There are instances of grammatical errors, please bear with me. Also, the entire layout was now changed and I placed a title on them so I could not be confused while I write the next chapters. It's still the same story though.

Chapters: 1 (current), 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

"You're the imposter, aren't you?"

Your eyes widened as you stared at the young windborne bard beside you in fear. You knew from your experience in playing Genshin Impact that Venti is the Anemo Archon, you may say that he is one of your favorites... but according to what you had heard from the gossip of people in the city and your past experiences, the Archons and whole Teyvat are currently hunting for the Imposter who allegedly copies the face of the Creator, who was never seen in Teyvat for hundreds of years, who happens to look like you.

Venti had sensed the distress on your face, so he just waved his hands sheepishly as if in surrender and he quickly spoke, "Don't worry, (Y/N), I won't hurt you, in fact, I will help you in proving your innocence."

"How ...would you know that I was the one you all been looking for? And why would you help me when you already assumed that I'm the imposter? Aren't you also an Archon, Lord Barbatos?" you blurted out, but you realized that you never told Venti you knew about his real identity before this talk. You covered your mouth as you looked at the surprised Archon in fear once again.

Venti then composed himself as he sheepishly rubbed his neck, "You knew that I'm Barbatos all this time, isn't it? You really are perceptive, let me tell you that, ehe."

You just muttered things about him, his resemblance to his statue, and his people's idiocy for not recognizing the bard as their Archon, but the green-cloaked bard had heard that due to his enhanced hearing and blushed in embarrassment.

Then he lowered his hands to his lap as his aqua-green eyes stared at your own. To you, they resemble the sky and the grass, like the lush scenery of his home domain, Mondstadt. "To answer your question, I am more perceptive than anyone could assume I was. I even have suspicions that you are more than just an Imposter..."

"...I think that you may be the actual Divine Grace."

You scowled at the thought, "I'm not a god, I'm just an unlucky player thrown into your world, just a normal human being with a normal life. But what if I am really the imposter? I may be born with this face, but I bore resemblance to your god. And if you tried to help me, what about you? You will be branded as a traitor by everyone and executed with treason, Archon or not. Your people would bring you down once they knew about this, like they did with Lord Decarabian."

The Anemo Archon smiled sadly as he replied, staring at the skies above and at the birds flying graciously without a care in the world, "I have been thinking about the consequences of helping you, but I will stand my ground no matter what, just to prove your innocence to my people and to my fellow Archons, even Celestia themselves."

"You may be an imposter to the Divine Grace, but if I joined the hunt with the others, that would be a hypocrite of me. After all, I'm also an imposter for also stealing the face of my only friend."

[goldenwitherphoenix13]

A long post is under the cut, but I think we, as a fandom, moved on far too quickly from the endings of empires smp season 2.

Almost everyone got a happy ending.

Fwhip resigned from the role of the Goblin king.

Joel accended to true God hood.

Sausage grew old in sanctuary and raised Hermes to be an interdimentional warrior.

Gem finished Dawn and chose to stay in Hermitcraft because it was the best choice.

Katherine cured the curse plaguing her land.

Joey got to go on all sorts of adventures after defeating his arch-nemesis Skeletron.

Pix, while not finishing his work, got to tell the story of the ancient ruins.

Lizzie created a fully functioning city of animals to live as they want.

Shelby became one of the most powerful witches and got that date with Katherine.

Scott went off into the sunset with Owen to discover new lands and treasures to steal.

Heck, even Oli got out of debt, even if he ended up accidentally time travelling.

And while False never uploaded her finale, we can easily infer that she continued to expand her empire and make her name for herself.

Who did I miss?

Sheriff Jimmy.

The sheriff, who all the other emperors abandoned. The sheriff, nearly loosing his own identity to a joke. The sheriff, who lost his town to the fae.

Let's not forget Jimmy never left tumble town willingly. He was booted out when the fae corrupted his lands, spreading it throughout his home. He and the old sheriff, Roswell, made the best of a bad situation. I mean, what else can they do? Fight the fae? Fae are powerful creature. Not to be messed with. Fighting them is a one-way ticket to death if they don't decide to hold you a prisoner in their realm.

Jimmy also never got the chance to say goodbye to anyone. Everyone had already left him behind. Joel had accended without saying goodbye to his supposed best bud. Sausage never thought to check in on tumble town. There was no final passing of words—just a note from Fwhip.

And, let's not forget this big bit of information, the thing that still grinds my gears about empires season 2. He is the only villain of season 2 who got no closure, redemption or apology. Shelby was uncorrupted and saved. Sausage supreme was fused into Sausages soul. Skeletron was killed by Katherine, Joey and Shelby. They all got an end to their villainy, wether through being saved or killed.

Jimmy got nothing.

His ending was, in multiple ways, left unfinished. He was still bitter towards the emperors. He was still lacking any human respect. He wasn't given any apology or forgiveness. He was forced out of his home by powerful creatures, trying his best to make good of the darkness left to him.

But it's not all darkness. This isn't a bad ending. I think this end has an underlying subtext not even Jimmy planned for. Something I've seen almost no one talking about.

The sheriff walked away from a toxic environment.

Now is an excellent time to remind you that this is all about the characters. Not the actual content creators. Got it? Good.

Let's be honest. None of the characters in Empires Season 2 were 100% innocent besides maybe Katherine. Some were thieves. Some were filled with pride, some made dubious choices, and some were even a little corrupt. And Jimmy isn't an exception. He was a lil bit dishonest with power sometimes and a lil bit prideful in his name. But the sheriff wasn't evil at first. He still did things to help people. He helped Katherine arrest Joey for theft. He did his best to follow the rules, and he actively sought to stop those committing crimes and try to understand the issue at hand, like with Shelby. And his reward. Constant teasing and mockery.

Everyone, including his allies, still made fun of him. Even his best bud said things behind his back. And this is what made him snap. Not the jokes, but that no one, not even his allies, seemed to show any human decency to him.

And he never got an apology or a moment to put them in their place to tell them that they have done goofed. The sheriff was barely given a chance to build, hardly a chance to breathe. He knows he probably couldn't take them in a fight, but they didn't even give him a chance to talk. They made him sit there and take it like he had no choice.

The sheriff instead chose to walk away. Everyone had left him behind. And with the threat of the fae above him, he decided that the best course of action was to leave the toxic lands behind. Lands full of pranks and mistakes that would only ever remind him of his negative attributes.

The sheriff stayed with the one person who ever showed him any sliver of true friendship—the old sheriff. The old sheriff helped reverse the effects of the lore potion with an unnamed potion he found at Shelbys. He helped Jimmy defend the town from a raid. He stayed with him through thick and thin. Sure, he isn't the best influence, but he's better than the world around them.

Ultimately, Jimmy's finale wasn't the good ending like everyone else's. Villains rarely ever get those. Instead, it's a bittersweet goodbye from the two sheriffs off to find a new home far away to the lands of one that brought sorrow, even if at least one of them has some anger issues to work through.

[ferretrade]

Skybridger Week Day 2: Mistaken Identity (this one is... not as well executed as I wanted it but I don’t have the energy for something long sooo)

Luke points his blaster at the intruder. The man looks only slightly inconvenienced; his fingers twitch like he wants to reach for a weapon before he reconsiders. 

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Luke asks. 

The night is dark and the alley they’re in, three houses down from the one Luke is waiting to approach, is even darker. The man, who slipped into the alley in a hurry, nearly bumping into Luke as he did, is close enough that Luke can make out his face in the dark.

"Jabba the Hutt," he answers with an unsettling grin.

Luke huffs, trying not to look amused. "Wow, Jabba, you look good considering you’re dead." 

The man blinks, almost brightening at the comment. "Well, sometimes death doesn't really stick," he supplies cheekily. 

"Who are you really?" 

"Fine." His demeanor turns serious, but his eyes don't. They glint dangerously. "My name is Luke Skywalker, I'm here on very serious Jedi business. Top secret. Super dangerous. Can't tell anyone."

If Luke had more sense, he thinks he would stun this liar now. But this is… a unique opportunity. And there's something charming about him (Luke can practically feel Leia smacking his head, lecturing him about not playing along with criminals because they're charming or attractive). Still. 

"That's impressive," Luke says, lips curling towards a smile. "But how can I trust you?" 

"Well, I have one of these, don't I?" He pulls a lightsaber hilt from his belt and, oh, that makes things a lot more interesting. Was it his or did he steal it like Luke's identity?

Unwisely, Luke lowers his blaster. "I suppose you do." 

Something in Luke wants to play this out. Besides, the Force would warn him if he was in danger, right? He doesn’t feel any ill intent from this stranger. 

And, after a moment, they have bigger things to worry about. There's a clatter of noise from down the street that attracts both their attention. 

"Karabast," he swears under his breath. "They're here." 

"Who's here?" Luke asks, wide-eyed. There are two dark figures approaching the house Luke was guarding and now he feels ill intent. Whoever they are, they're the threat he was waiting for. 

"Inquisitors," He says, moving already. "Stay out of the way." 

Luke watches, frozen for a moment, as the man pulls out his lightsaber and twirls it around. So that answers the question of whether he stole it or not. Definitely not. 

“Following me, again? I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me.”

The Inquisitors pull out their lightsabers and start in on him. 

“You know what we’re here for,” one growls. “Leave now or die.” 

“Heard that before,” he scoffs back. “And yet, I’m still here. Not as powerful without the Emperor behind you, huh?” 

Lightsabers clash, and Luke watches for a moment as the man fights off two foes at the same time. And then Luke charges. 

“What are you—” the man cuts off when Luke wields his own lightsaber, eyes wide for a moment. (Luke can’t help enjoying surprising him.) 

“Helping.” Luke supplies with a grin, parrying a blow. It only takes a moment for them to start fighting in sync, ending up back to back as they hold off the Inquisitors. 

Just as quickly as it starts, the fight ends and the Inquisitors are down. 

The door to the house whooshes open, Leia runs out, baby in arms. “What the kriff, Luke?” she whisper-yells. Truly her most terrifying form of anger. “You said we’d be safe here.”

But Luke can’t really focus on her, his eyes caught on the stranger who seems to be here to protect his nephew just as he is. A Force user. An interesting one—a handsome one. And one who is going through a series of shocked emotions.

“Luke? As in—”

“Yeah,” Luke grins, before Leia snaps at him again. “You are safe, aren’t you? Threat neutralized.” He smiles his best smile as Leia glares. “Go back inside, Lei. I don’t think anyone else is coming, but I'll keep guard. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Luke leans in to give her a half hug, making sure not to crush his nephew. He feels Leia’s tension melt away, just a little. “Ben’s safe,” he says softly. “No one’s going to take him.” 

Leia finally agrees with a nod before she disappears back inside. 

“So. Luke Skywalker,” the man hums, his gaze appraising. From the grin on his face, he approves. 

“And you are?” Luke matches his grin. “Don’t tell me—it really is Jabba?” 

His smile turns a little sheepish and he lifts his hand in a wave. “Ezra,” he finally says, and Luke can tell he’s being honest. “Ezra Bridger.” 

“Oh.” Luke blinks. “I’ve… I’ve heard of you.” Everyone talked about Ezra back in the Rebel Alliance, and he’d worked with General Syndulla before. He didn’t know much, but he knew enough.

Ezra nods, a little impatiently. “Yeah, yeah. Not dead, disappeared for a while, now I’m back.” 

Luke raises an eyebrow at all that. Something to unpack another day, maybe. “Well, I hope you plan to stay.” 

That seems to surprise him again and Ezra grins sharply. “Is that an invitation?”

“It could be,” Luke decides, voice playful. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. It feels a bit like he’s about to jump off the edge of a cliff, but he likes it. “It does seem like we’re on the same side. I wouldn’t mind a partner.” 

“How about, when all this is over,” Ezra waves around vaguely, meaning something between the bodies they need to deal with, the night they have in front of them, and the explanations they owe each other. “We start with a drink?”

His smile and response are easy. “I’d like that.”

[zippystorm]

Roguefort lore(?)

A/N: None of this is canon. This is what I think happened to Roguefort Cookie, using canon events and my own imagination. For anyone who wants more accurate information of them, I suggest them to check out this document by @kayisconfused.

I always find Roguefort Cookie very interesting. Little is known about them and their past. What is their backstory? Do they exist in Kingdom? If so, how do they fit into the game's lore? After some researching and theorising, I present to you what I think could possibly be the story of our beloved Roguefort Cookie.

We know that their family and, to an extent, the thief themself are in Kingdom. The concept art for a character, Colby Jack Cheese Cookie, shows a cookie from Golden Cheese Kingdom. It is known that this cookie used to work at the Blue Cheese Manor and may even be Roguefort's assistant, before being abandoned by the family. Although Colby Jack Cheese Cookie is never added to the game, this information provides us with insight into Roguefort Cookie's past.

1. Colby Jack Cheese Cookie:

Does this mean their family stems from the Golden Cheese Kingdom as well? It seems to me that Roguefort Cookie shares some similarities with the cookies there. Mozzarella Cookie and Roguefort Cookie both have hair colour and eye colour that are almost identical. Even their smiles look similar! Apart from physical traits, they have alike personalities in my humble opinion. They both get bored easily and seek excitement; they are both very cunning and clever. This makes me wonder, are these two family?

2. Roguefort Cookie + Mozzarella Cookie:

Furthermore, at the end of Roguefort's skill, they glide/fly a short distance. Meanwhile, Golden Cheese Cookie has the ability to levitate. If they are related, perhaps the thief has inherited this power from her. Besides, she is known for being greedy, considering that she loves to collect treasures and anything valuable to her. Does this behaviour sound familiar? Roguefort Cookie steals from time to time too, acquiring jewels and priceless artefacts.

Lastly, a small and insignificant detail may also suggest that they indeed have a connection with the Golden Cheese Kingdom —— birds. This kingdom has a lot of birds. Cheesebirds inhabit this land and work for their ruler. Additionally, Golden Cheese Cookie somewhat looks like a bird. She has wings, along with her headdress reminds me of a beak. Who else reminds people of this animal? Having a costume that resembles a raven, Roguefort are associated with birds. Not to mention that they own a cane, whose handle is shaped like a bird's head. Is this a coincidence? I don't know... I'll let you decide.

3. Birds:

In the end, this is only a theory, which I will stand by until the developers prove it wrong. I actually have more theories about their childhood, family and the downfall of the Blue Cheese Manor. However, this post is already extremely long and I don't want to make it even longer. Should I do a part 2? If you want me to publish the second part, please tell me and I will do so. Feel free put your thoughts in the tags, because I want to know your opinions and ideas.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Miraculous Gaang

So, General rambling.

1.) So like. My general idea for the Peacock was just that Sozin grabbed a Miraculous to use to sort of “prove his point”, but made a giant senti that went nuts, and he and Roku had to fight it. But, of course, Sozin leaves Roku to die, and runs off after the other miraculous (or tries to). The Peacock Miraculous breaks during this, so Sozin can’t use it without harming himself. He still keeps it, trying to figure out how to fix it, and warning his kids about it. Ozai eventually gives it to his “Mayura” conveniently leaving out that detail, cause what does he care? (This is where the initial “Azula as Mayura” idea came from, but like. I feel like Azula would be smart enough to go “Ok, you haven’t been using it this whole time for a REASON, I am sceptical of your motivations for handing me this.”)

Zhao absolutely works, though who’s your “Avatar!Ty Lee” OC?

-

Ozai getting the Butterfly, was like (broad strokes). So, Gyatso has spent YEARS hiding the Miraculous, but he’s beginning to feel like maybe hiding away isn’t the BEST idea? And he meets someone who really wants to help people, so he convinces himself to lend out the Butterfly. This results in a chain of events that end with this person dying, the Butterfly getting “lost”, and 3-year-old Aang being orphaned. Gyatso ends up adopting Aang, cause he doesn’t have anyone else, and tries to keep a low profile, while also keeping a vague eye out for the Butterfly. I’m not sure if the Butterfly gets “lost” because it was stolen, like either Azulon caused all the drama to steal it, or if it ACTUALLY got lost, and Azulon found it later. Then, like, part of Ozai scheming to kill his dad is because he finds out the old man has the Butterfly, and Ozai wants it. Iroh would be unaware of all of this, focusing on his family, and trying to leave the whole “Hunting Reality Warping Objects Of Power” behind.

2.) Not sure how well this works, but when I tried to envision the Gaang as Heroes, only Zuko was actually wearing a mask, the rest had face paint. Cause I was cross-referencing with the show, and besides Zuko, most of the time, when these kids want to hide their identities, they wear face paint. So, I thought, like. A combo of eye-coverings, masks, face paint? Like.

Zuko’s mask apes the “Blue Spirit” one he wore in the show, but red and gold. His hero outfit is a bit “Fire Nation”-y.

Sokka has a mask, but it covers most of his head, but more “hood” style? His lower face is visible.

Katara has the “Painted Lady” make-up.

Suki has the Kyoshi Warrior face-paint, but snake influenced. Stuff like that.

Oddly attached to Tiger!Toph having eye coverings that are basically a fancy blindfold.

Also names! Names have been knocking around my head, but I only have a few! 

Also also! I’m just going to REALLY lean into my headcanon that the Miraculous weapons are magic and so (within reason) are a bit malleable, and can change a bit to suit the wielder. This is variable, and you may feel free to disregard this portion! Also, as always, open to suggestions!

Ladybug!Sokka - honestly, I feel like “Captain” should be in there somewhere, but not sure. So far, I’ve got “Captain Harmonia” based on Harmonia axyridis, which is a large variety of ladybeetle, also commonly called a harlequin beetle. “Captain Harlequin” could also work, I guess? Costume, Lord Beetle crossed with Water Tribe armor? Oh, and an on running joke that his “Lucky Charms” are either Macgyvre-esque nonsense, or a boomerang. He gets boomerang a LOT. Eventually, he just starts carrying one with him everywhere. Tikki shows him how to make a magic one.

Black Cat!Katara - name, again, got very little. “Panther” something feels appropriate, but also, enh? Are there cats that LIKE swimming? Like. All I really got was “Painted Panther”. Costume … yeah, I got nothing. Also, on weapons, Katara’s water bending manifested a lot as whips, so I feel her staff should have a “cat-o-nine-tails” mode.

Turtle!Aang - Lion Turtle. His hero name should be Lion Turtle. Mostly cause I have zero other ideas. I’m thinking his season 3 monk look, but with sleeves, for his costume, with a hood, maybe some goggles? Weapon … So like. He HAS to have a shield, but I’m really attached to Aang’s glider, so. Is there a way to combine those, you think?

Snake!Suki - um. First thing I thought of was Diamondback? Not sure how well that works … Teal Mamba? Ok, Black Mamba’s are super poisonous, but Teal Mamba sounds silly. Kyoshi Warrior, but like. A bit more form-fitting. Face-paint, and Snake eyes. Weapon is her fans, or if makes a bit more sense, the harp can have a chakram mode.

Tiger!Toph - honestly, first thing that popped into my head was “the Blind Tiger”. Costume a take on her in-show outfit, but with a tail, Kitty ears, and a fancy blindfold. Only one who I don’t see the weapon changing, maybe just giving her some awesome boots, but would she have Clout, Invisibility, or eventually both? Is that her arc, learning to both be seen, but also to hide?

Dragon!Zuko - Name, uncertain? Like, “Blue Spirit” is an actual alias he had in the show, but “Blue Dragon” sounds odd. “Druk” is what he names his ACTUAL dragon, but I see that as his pet iguana. He DOES have a version of the Blue Spirit mask, though, as part of his costume. The sword can easily be the two dao swords he actually uses.

Fox!Azula - uh. Yeah, for Azula I have. Basically nothing. My girl, I am failing you, I am so sorry.

Rabbit!Yue - “Chang'e” is apparently the name of the moon spirit in Chinese folklore, that gets equated with the Moon Rabbit, but I’m not sure how that feels as a name? Got basically nothing for you either, Yue, my darling, forgive me.

Pig!Jin - also nothing here.

Bee!Ty Lee - or for you.

Mouse!Mai - or you, really, my brain is failing all of you.

Other people! Figured out who could be drafted into this if we needed other Miraculous users!

Ox!Haru - Haru, the earthbending guy the Gaang saved from that prison on the water? Katara gave a big speech, but everyone was apathetic, and then later they gave him a dumb moustache.

Monkey!Kuzon - Aang’s friend from the Fire Nation before it all went to hell! Here, he’s Aang’s only real friend before Aang starts going to school! 

Horse!Teo - the kid in the wheelchair, who’s dad made him the glider, so his kid could fly? I like the idea of the wheelchair transforming with Teo, so he’s got some kind of insane ride.

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1.) Okay so my one note is that I think Ozai getting the Butterfly should be more recent. I don’t think he would’ve waited

Also the OC! She’s uh. Actually her name is funny because I chose Noriko completely forgetting that got used in the comics for Ursa’s new identity and I thought about renaming her but the name’s stuck.

I made her initially for the Avatar!Ty Lee AU because since Azula joined the Gaang, I needed someone to fill the roles she had in Canon re: the major antagonist for Book 2 and a side-threat in Book 3.

But she’s. I say ‘Nathalie but more unhinged and evil’ but she’s literally the Harley to Ozai’s Joker(yes that’s a joke on his VA). She matches his freak in being a power hungry asshole down to murder. Like her introduction is saying ‘wow I can’t wait to kick off my honeymoon with the execution of my traitorous step-children!’.

2.) Actually I really like this idea of everyone having various facepaint for masks. And Zuko having a proper mask makes sense because he still has his scar, so he’d feel like face paint wouldn’t really hide his identity as well.

The rest of the notes on outfits are great!

Haru can work, as can Teo. Kuzon is debatable in the sense of like. We don’t ever really get to see him in canon so idk how to handle him.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - July 16

 Hello, friends! Short list this week because I spent several days re-reading a favorite of mine. Enjoy the list and be sure to leave your authors a comment/kudos! 

What do you think of the new banner?? 

***Recent favorites

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***Enchanted by iam93percentstardust

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home

I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

~

Steve starts making his way back towards the directions of the cars, wanting to greet her, only to stop dead when he realizes who her date is.

Natasha has brought Tony with her.

Tony of the pictures, of the stories, of Steve’s infatuated little heart even though he’s never met him in person.

***once in a lifetime by meidui 

“You should be worried that I'll break into your apartment, steal your identity and flee the country with all your money,” Steve says, one arm slung lazily across Tony's chest, playing with the key to his safe. “You shouldn't go around handing out keys to people, you know.”

Tony makes a low, offended noise and grabs Steve’s chin, making him laugh. “Is that what you think I do?”

bake my breath away by earliebirb 

Steve develops a crush on one of his bakery's regulars, charming businessman-slash-inventor Tony Stark. He is not stupid enough to think Tony would ever like him back, though.

Besides, Tony is already in a relationship.

As it turns out, Steve might have been wrong about a couple of things.

A Place In My Mind by KandiSheek 

The Avengers all swap bodies, with Steve ending up in Ironman's. It's a nightmare for multiple reasons, mostly because Steve has no idea who Ironman actually is, and he'd rather die than be the one to expose his friend's well-kept secret.

What Ironman doesn't know is that Steve has a secret of his own. One of the mushy, romantic kind. And being this close to Ironman, after all these years of desperately wanting it?

It just might be a bigger temptation than he can resist.

Dark Matter by RurouniHime 

A mission goes wrong with troubling consequences for Steve. (Based in the world of sabrecmc's Celestial Navigation and its sequel Orbital Mechanics)

an anger that you crush and fuel by starvels (dinosaur)

“I’m mad at you,” Natasha says, gripping Steve’s collar so tight the shirt seams strain.

Steve glances down at her hand, and his arm quivers beside her head. “I know,” he says, voice rough.

Symmetry Breaking by Annie D (scaramouche)

After the Battle of New York, Steve rode off on his motorbike. That's how it went the first time.

This time he rides back, all the way to Stark Tower, where he asks Tony for help.

The God of Solid Life Advice by kehinki

It's 2012. Steve is just informed by Loki that Bucky's alive.

Loki also tells him some other things.

The Hazards of Falling in Love (Rescue Me) by EmmaLostInWonderland 

“So that’s your name?” Rogers hasn't looked away from him once. His eyes are a piercing blue, and Tony barely manages to keep from squirming under his gaze.

“Yeah. Or Telecommunications Operator Stark, if we’re getting technical about it.”

“Are we?”

Tony tilts his head slightly. “Depends. Can I call you Steve?”

The man grins. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Tony.”

// Tony Stark doesn't date firemen. But he'll make an exception for Battalion Chief Steve Rogers.

written for BladeoftheNebula as part of the Stony Loves Steve 2023 Gift Exchange

Trying not to lose my sensibility by Girl_Back_There 

In the weeks leading up to his heat, Steve rethinks about his relationship with Brock. And his fading friendship with Tony.

i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone by iam93percentstardust 

The real reason Tony wanted to do this movie, the one that he'll never tell anyone about, was because when he’d asked his agent who would be playing Chris, she’d slyly smiled at him and told him that it was Steve Rogers.

“Oh,” he’d squeaked, cleared his throat, and tried again in a more normal octave, but by then it was too late. Natasha had laughed at him and made the call without even waiting for him to agree to the audition.

He’s not quite sure if he should thank her or fire her for that.

Chamber of Reflection by Thahire 

A few years after retiring, Steve and Tony get a surprise visit from another Steve. Steve Rogers from Earth 1610 is lost, grappling with the new century he’s been unceremoniously dropped in, with confusing feelings for his new teammate, with himself.

Steve and Tony decide to get involved.

Soft Robotics by isozyme 

“I promise this is all non-toxic. The silicone is medical-grade, even.”

Steve makes a choking noise. “I would hope so,” he says, going bright, tomato red as he says it.

Tony makes some cool robots. Steve makes an assumption.

***Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc

Celestial Navigation: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

[mayrine]

Since I don’t have anyone irl to brainrot to about qsmp I’m writing it here  SO here are my qsmp headcanons that have little to no proof  at all !!!  btw every time i quote something just know that it is from the qsmp wiki

Because Trump was very good at math and Leo wasn't, he would help her with homework (they were also best friends)

Since Trump was very shy, Leo would have to drag him to play with the other eggs but she and trump would often take brakes during playtime when trump felt overwhelmed and Leo would stay with him until he calmed down

Both Trump and Bobby are very round, almost spherical

The reason Fit spoils Ramon so much is because he is sorry for letting him die and now that he has one life left, Fit wants his son to have the best life possible even tho this is making Ramon kinda snobbish

Ramon is lazy because he is scared of going outside. He would rather sleep and stay inside then risk dyeing again. The reason he began going outside besides making his dad less worried is because of  Dapper and Chayanne. But after the kidnaping he is worse then ever. Being scared to even leave his room if fit isn't besides him Because of this, Ramon and Dapper are working on a construction so they can communicate even when they're apart. Chayanne tries to help but, because he doesn't know anything about redstone, he mostly stand to the side and tries not to brake anything

Dapper was a bigger and taller egg then Leo and he would make fun of her for being little. But after hatching, Leo got his dads godly height and is now much taller then dapper and is CONSTANTLY making fun of them

Since Leonarda is dyslexic(and trump can't help them anymore) she has Dapper help her with homework and insist on paying him even tho he told her multiple times that it isn't necessary. In the end Dapper accepts the money but later he gives it to Foolish

Chayanne wants to be like his brother Techno so he dies his hair pink and often tries to talk to the other kind about anarchy before quickly getting stopped by the adults. He is very attached to all the eggs and sees them as his siblings and would do anything to protect them

Richarlyson and Bobby often get into fights before Chayanne has to break them up. After the initial rocky start to their friendship, they became good friend but still keep up a fake rivalry, but the truth is that they deeply care and admire each other. When they fight, the other eggs bet on who would be the winner with Ramon and Leo being the ones that bets the most Richarlyson is the "baby" of the group and he likes that Bobby doesn't treat him like a little kid

Tallulah, just like Chayanne, cares deeply about family. She tries to find out more about Willburs history, but is met with vague answers  that don't satisfy her. She tries to learn as much about the other eggs as possible, even the ones that aren't here anymore and tries to honor them as much as she can. The reason Tallulah beanie red is because she learn that Tilins ribbon was red and wanted to make Quackity a little happier Her taste buds are fucked up because she ate dirt for so long so now she can't taste things She also writes songs about the other eggs

Tilins always wears her ribbon, resulting in it getting very dirty very fast but she still refused to take it down. Quackity has to steal it while she sleeps in order to wash it. But he also has a drawer full of identical red ribbons in case the one that she is currently wearing gets desrtoyed

Flippa is the most extroverted out of the eggs and is always daring the egg to to dangerous things. When Quackity would leave Tilin alone, Flippa would be there to comfort her because she understood what it felt like to not have your parents pay attention to you Slime and Mariana would often fight and would leave the house to cool down, leaving Flippa alone She was the elder queer of the eggs and would help them navigate there gender identity and helping them to come out

ALL of the eggs have autism. Their specials interests being: Tilin - guns, fashion Juanaflippa - bombs, gymnastics Leonarda - photography, building Dapper - reading, animals, collecting stuff Tallulah - music, history Chayanne - combat, potatoes Bobby - combat, painting Richalyson - football      Trump - politics, weapons  Ramon - animals, redstone

The eggs draw on their shells

[lividria]

ttyd theory with literally no evidence

i came up with this this morning while half-asleep so if it sucks don't judge me

by the way spoilers for chapter 4, a bit of 6 and almost every important plot point in the final chapter including the final boss

the three shadows also had their identities taken away at some point which is why they're just these unexplained purple shadow people (and why vivian is the chapter 4 partner besides her being trans contributing to the chapter's theme and all that), but they've since made new identities which gave them actual traits instead of just being silhouettes like what happened with mario, idk if they were related before the thing happened or if they're a found family type deal now but that doesn't really matter either way

doopliss hanging out with them is actually kinda fucked with this recontextualization and i find that really funny, identity stealer hanging out with the (sorta) identityless, which is probably why beldam is an asshole to him and doesn't even call him by his name, but idk maybe he wanted to help reverse their identity removal somehow or was just curious about how tf they created new identities and joining the team was a part of his investigation alongside getting revenge on mario (i say, knowing i'm just trying to make doopliss a good person in this scenario)

where this gets actually interesting is how the shadow queen seems to be the same species as the shadow trio, beldam & marilyn held allegiance to her and SQ knew them, so maybe when the old heroes were dealing with them they stripped their identities in an attempt to defeat them (which obviously didn't work lol), or their identities being stolen motivated them to do evil or something idk i could see that i would also want to kill the people who took my name but that might make the shadow queen too sympathetic of an antagonist lol

i feel like you can work the peach vessel stuff into this but i can't figure out how since it's not the doopliss-style identity steal, if anyone has any ideas let me know i feel like that could lead somewhere cool

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Scrap part 2

Part One

CW: Signs of abuse and trauma

Villain probably didn’t need to carry Henchman inside: it wasn’t as if they were injured, and with their employees covering every inch of this base, it wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to do. Too many eyes with too many intentions. But the little thing was still frozen and trembling in their seat when Villain opened the car door. They didn’t look like they were going to move an inch, so scooped into Villain’s arms again it was.

Several of their henchmen stared after them as they passed, but they ducked Henchman’s face into their shoulder until they reached the only guaranteed safe place they could think of: their own living quarters.

They worked so much, it had been necessary to make a home for themself on and off base. It wasn’t exactly a supervillain’s dream, but it was comfortable. A bed, a fridge, some warm string lights on the walls. What more did you need?

As Villain set Henchman’s little body on the edge of their bed, they expected them to make a run for it. Or at least scramble out of Villain’s reach. That would have been the natural reaction. Their stock still posture was more disturbing than any sort of melt down.

"Come here."

It was only half a test; when the henchman edged a fraction closer, Villain snatched them gruffly by the arm, shoving the clinging sleeve up their arm.

Ugly, raw rub-burns banded their wrist in vivid red. Villain didn't know how the sight could shock them when they'd already expected it, but for several seconds they were frozen--but for the light drag of their thumb over the ring.

"What is this?"

Henchman ducked their chin into their collarbone and fixed their eyes firmly on the rolled sleeve in the crook of their elbow.

"Hey," Villain repeated gruffer. "Where did this come from?"

Of course, Villain already knew; it wasn't like anyone would dare lay a hand on Supervillain's property...except apparently them.

The henchman swallowed. "Sometimes...when Supervillain hits me, I try to duck...or...or run... The ropes keep me still."

Villain stared.

They could be sick on such a statement, especially with the henchman stated it, as if they were the one in the wrong for trying to escape harm, as if they expected Villain to be in accordance with Supervillain's horrid methods.

"There's a first aid kit in the bathroom," they said finally. "I'm going to go get it. Stay where you are."

They probably didn't need to give that last order; when they returned, the henchman looked like they hadn't even allowed themselves to shift their weight on the mattress, let alone leave the room.

"Relax," Villain said, sitting on the bed beside them. They popped open the kit's plastic lid and pulled out a little tube of ointment. "I'm not going to hurt you if you disobey."

Now it was little scrap's turn to stare.

"What?" Villain said, rubbing a dollop of soothing ointment into the wounds and watching their charge flinch and melt within seconds.

"Other sleeve."

The henchman robotically gripped their sleeve cuff, stiffly pulling it up to their bicep where it squeezed the limb purple. Their eyes bored sharply into the side of Villain's face as they began treating the second, identical rub-burn.

"I...I don't understand," the henchman said, barely above a whisper. "Did Supervillain--"

"Supervillain doesn't know you're here."

The henchman's eyes grew wide as silver dollars. "Y-y-you shouldn't have done that!"

"And left you shivering in that closet?"

"Yes!"

Villain stopped rubbing the ointment for a moment. "You mean you wanted to be with Supervillain? You like this sort of treatment."

"I-t's not about want," Henchman sputtered. "It's about... It's that... I'm not my own to give."

"That's exactly the sort of thing that lifts any doubts about stealing you."

"But Supervillain--"

Villain lifted a finger to their lips. "Let me worry about that. In the meantime...think of this room as yours."

Henchman gaped then blushed then shrank small.

What was their-- Oh!

"I'll be staying in my apartment across town," Villain clarified, "so you won't have to worry about seeing me. Though I may stop in every day to check in on you."

Henchman nodded, a mixture of relief and anxiety warping their expression.

"Maybe once you're feeling better, and when we're sure Supervillain isn't looking for you here, we can see about getting you a job. A nice one, no visions required."

Henchman's lip trembled. "W-why?"

That was the question. Villain wasn't even sure they knew themself. They were putting everything on the line for one little scrap of a person, their job, their reputation, their life. And yet, they didn't question that they'd made the right decision. They couldn't leave the poor thing with that monster. They might have been a villain, but even they had their standards of morality.

"Because I take what I want," Villain said, making it simple.

"And...you wanted me?" It came out as more of a squeak than actual speech, and the pink rising in their cheeks burned all the brighter against their parchment pale skin.

Where were they even getting these ideas? Or was the blush just more anxiety?

Oh well, Henchman wasn't exactly wrong, even if the reason they were picturing was different from the truth. Even if the answer confused Villain as much as it did them.

Villain shrugged.

"Sure. I suppose I did."

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|Chapter 15| I’ve Got No Place

“Ms. Cortez, if you can think of anything else that will be helpful for our report, please don’t hesitate to call,” Officer Kelly says, holding a business card with his information in his hand.

I use the hand that isn’t holding an ice pack to my face to take it and stuff it into my pocket. There wasn’t anything else to tell as I already gave them the complete rundown when they got here. My eyes rove over the damage that is luckily contained to the living room and kitchenette as he continues. 

“He has priors and has a bench warrant out for other charges so with this on top? He won’t be bothering you or anyone else for a very long time,” Officer Kelly adds as his partner and a few other uniformed officers wrap up making the mess worse in their process of cataloging what happened. Under their boots are my abuela’s ashes from the urn that was sent crashing into the wall.

I just want them all gone. 

I need them all gone.

I need to process the fact that Trevor really showed his ass this evening and destroyed my home. Violated my space with his rage and my body with his fists, all because I wouldn’t return his advances earlier this morning when I went to the bodega. He waited until I came home from work to follow me into my building. With him hot on my heels there hadn’t been enough time to get inside of my apartment and lock him out. So we argued, then we fought, and I managed to stab him which bought me time to lock myself in the bathroom where I stayed until the police arrived.

Nodding my head, I said, “Good riddance. I appreciate all of your help but if we’re done here, I’d like to call it a night.”

“Oh yes, of course, and if you go to the doctor or urgent care, that bill can be expensed if you decide to take this to trial,” Officer Kelly says.

“Duly noted,” I said.

And ignored.

I wasn’t giving Trevor any more of my time after tonight. Whatever happens to him, happens. Besides Black women seldom found justice in the court system. I couldn’t afford to put myself through that torture just to be left hanging in the end. Finally taking a cue from my body language, Officer Kelly gathers up his fellow officers and one by one they all exit my home. I’m just about to close the door when I hear my name being called out by the voice I wished to hear hours ago. Pulling the door back open, Xavier comes into view looking identical to me.

“What happened to your face?” we ask each other in unison. 

I step back and usher him into my apartment because my neighbors have already gotten one show this evening. I’m so glad that both Mari and Papi went to stay with their cousins for the weekend. I didn’t have to watch them make the face Xavier is while glancing at the carnage in the living room.

“Jamila,” he breathes out, slowly turning back in my direction. “What happened? You were texting me like you were about to…about to commit suicide.”

His eyes are lined with tears and he looks off to the side in order to blink them away in relief. I can see why he thought that because when I was in the bathroom I had been scared. I had thought that Trevor was going to kill me but before he did I wanted to tell Xavier all of the ways he made my life worth living again. I wanted to tell him I loved him. I didn’t want to paint the timeline of a situation that so eerily echoed the cousin he still mourned. 

“No, no, no,” I said, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. “No, that’s not why I sent those.”

“Then what happened? Because I was scared shitless on the way over here,” he said, turning to face me again. “And your apartment is…”

The damage is heavy, the weight of it steals the rest of his sentence. I fill in the silence with an explanation. 

“Trevor popped back up. We had some words this morning that he wasn’t too happy with because it ended with me telling him to go to hell,” I said, anger humming underneath the surface of my skin as I relived the argument in my mind.

I start to pace even though my hip throbs in protest from being shoved down onto the coffee table but I need to move. It’s the only way I can get the story out for the second time without letting frustration wash over me.

“Fast forward to tonight and I…I had my headphones on as I was walking home. I didn’t notice that he had been following me until I was only one flight of stairs away from the door,” which was a habit I had been trying to break to avoid a situation like this but today was a long one. I wanted to unwind a bit by listening to my favorite podcast on the train and since the episode was almost finished by the time I got off, I decided to continue listening. I should have listened to my instincts and waited instead.

“The moment I unlocked it, he pushed us both inside. He starts saying how I’m acting like I’m too good for him now and a bunch of other bullshit. I tell him about himself and remind him that he’s not entitled to me. It escalated from there, he slapped and pushed me and I fell. He tried to sit on me but I was still holding my keys which had a knife on it. I stabbed him in the shoulder at the same time I kicked him in the stomach. Then I bolted into the bathroom. Luckily, I had the thought to put my phone into my back pocket. When he couldn’t break down the bathroom door, he went back to destroying the apartment,” I said.

He destroyed photos of my parents, precious moments of time from when they were good to me, gone. He destroyed furniture. He destroyed my laptop. He destroyed food. He destroyed my sense of peace in the only place I could get it. My home. That is what lay in ruin in his wake.

“Baby…I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry this happened to you,” he said, shaking his head while walking towards me. Reaching out, he lightly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms. I fell into his embrace because it was needed but a frown formed on my face when he winced the moment I squeezed him.

Stepping back slightly, I said, “Why did you jump? And what happened to your face?”

“Babe we can talk about that later, it’s not important, this is-

“No,” I said, pulling away from him then. “I want to know why you weren’t able to answer my calls. Another incident with Granddad?”

His lip was busted, his left eye bruised and swollen. Those were the bruises I could see but who knew what was going on underneath his t-shirt. Granddad had hit him in the face before so it wasn’t a reach to assume that was the case.

“Nah, I had a boxing match tonight that Aiden set up to help get me out of the funk I’ve been in. That’s why I didn’t answer the phone but when I saw your messages I rushed over here,” he said.

Taking another step back, I shook my head. My ears had to be deceiving me because what he said just wasn’t computing. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? A boxing match?”

“There was no way for me to know tonight would end like this Mila,” he said.

“No, there wasn’t but here I am trying to rationalize that maybe something with granddad came up or your father but no you were out doing this,” I said pointing to his face.

He took a deep breath as he shook his head at me but I didn’t care about his growing frustration. It didn’t surmount mine. 

“You,” I said, pointing a finger at him. “You, you were the one who said ‘call me if anything with him ever goes down again’, that was you. You made it seem like you would be there.”

My eyes are lining with tears faster than I can get under control and they betray me by sliding down my cheeks. He tries to take a step closer but I shake my head, denying him access to my space. I don’t miss the flash of pain that shines through his eyes. I wonder if it matches mine.

“Mila, baby, I am here. Standing right here beside you. I didn’t hesitate to come to you the moment I felt something was off,” he said, but it was like his words were flying around my ears.

I couldn’t resonate with them or find the normal comfort I usually did when he spoke to me. All I found was mounting anger because all I heard was an excuse.

“Two hours later Xavier. While he was in here tearing everything apart, I was reaching out to you,” I sniffled, mad at myself.

This is what happens when you let people in. When you believe they won’t disappoint you like everyone else. A sob tears through my chest causing my shoulders to bounce and I want to scream. Xavier stands stunned, torn between wanting to comfort me and wanting to respect the boundary I’ve drawn. I’m torn too because I want to be in his arms more than anything but I can’t. This kind of disappointment cuts into me like glass, clean and efficiently. 

“Crazy thing is I believed you! I-I-I,” my words were tripping over my sobs but I forced the rest of them out. “I fucking believed that you would actually be there when it counted. When it mattered.”

He took a step back then, the impact of my words pushing him away.Those eyes, those damn eyes, actually had the audacity to look hurt but I don't care. In this moment, my pain trumps his. 

“That’s not fair. I didn’t know what was going on,” he repeats. 

“Yeah and that’s the point,” I sniffled, roughly wiping at my face. “I was locked in the bathroom, scared out of my mind, and I panicked. It was an emergency so I know I should have called 911 first, that’s what we’re all taught to do, but in the moment I called you. I just…”

“If I would have known what was going on don’t you think that I would have been here? That I would have helped you? It kills me that I wasn’t here Jamila and that’s something I have to live with but I’m here now. I’m here,” he says, eyes pleading with me to understand but I don’t want to.

I don’t want to understand. I don’t want to listen. I don’t want to talk anymore because I don’t have the words to express what I’m feeling. My face hurts and my temples are pounding with a headache that is threatening to shut my entire body down. I don’t have the energy to listen to anything Xavier has to say. Not tonight and probably not tomorrow either.

“I think you should go home. I’m good, everything is handled. I don’t need you here,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He takes a step closer and tries to reach for my hand but I keep them firmly tucked underneath my arms. “Mila, please don’t push me away right now. Baby please don’t do this.”

Tears spill onto my cheeks as I shake my head. “I’m tired Xavier,” I sniffled, trying to control the river flowing from me. There are several rounds of sobs threatening to burst from me and I no longer want an audience. “I’m tired of being an afterthought. I’m tired of being accommodating. I’m tired of always having to figure out how to survive other people’s bullshit. And above all of that? I’m tired of not being listened to. Please don’t make me repeat myself.”

He nods his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets before walking towards me. He stops right in front of my feet and though a part of me doesn’t want to, I meet his eyes anyway. He’s not afraid to show me his tears while I’m fighting through showing him mine. Leaning down, I hold my breath as he places a kiss against my forehead. 

“I love you too Mila. Know that and never forget it. I’m going to call you tomorrow.”

I nod my head but we both know that I won’t answer. He presses another kiss to my forehead and a quick one to the corner of my mouth before slipping through the door. As I lock it, I can’t help but feel as if it might be the last time he ever does. My bottom lip trembles as I sink onto the floor. Weighed down by all of the losses that occurred before I could even catch my breath.