#betty's healing powers

[jhsharman]

handy man

Now more sparkly.

Stars.

Betty wiggles her finger -- make sure the reader does not think she is just pointing. Tornado moves above the kid's head. Not just stomach pain shown with stars.

[explode-this]

It’s good to be wholesome, and endless snark gets tiring both for the snarker and their audience, but there is such a thing as balance. If you’re being overly wholesome to avoid confronting “negative” feelings, you’re probably going to take it out on an innocent bystander at a truly inopportune time. Have someone you can trust to vent/shit-talk with so your wholesomeness will be sincere. Forcing a shoe of niceness to fit won’t make you a better person, but it will cut off circulation.

[gatheringbones]

best books I read in 2023:

sophie strand, the flowering wand: rewilding the sacred masculine

alex iantaffi, gender trauma: healing cultural, social, and historical gendered trauma

matthew desmond, evicted: poverty and profit in the american city

betty dodson, sex for one: the joy of selfloving

ching-in chen, andrea smith, jai dulani, the revolution starts at home: confronting intimate partner violence within activist communities

robin stern, the gaslight effect: how to spot and survive the hidden manipulation others use to control your life

nick turse, kill anything that moves: the real american war in vietnam

lori fox, this has always been a war: the radicalization of a working class queer

arline t. geronimus, weathering: the extraordinary stress of ordinary life in an unjust society

roxanne dunbar-ortiz, not a nation of immigrants: settler colonialism, white supremacy, and a history of erasure and exclusion

eyal press, dirty work: essential jobs and the hidden toll of inequality in america

rabbi danya ruttenberg, on repentence and repair: making amends in an unapologetic world

michelle dowd, forager: field notes for surviving a family cult

starhawk, the empowerment manual: a guide for collaborative groups

betty dodson, orgasms for two: the joy of partnersex

timothy snyder, black earth: the holocaust as history and warning

kidada e. williams, I saw death coming: a history of terror and survival in the war against reconstruction

judy grahn, another mother tongue: gay words, gay worlds

jennifer m. silva, coming up short: working-class adulthood in an age of uncertainty

susanna clarke, piranesi

megan asaka, seattle from the margins: exclusion, erasure, and the making of a pacific coast city

starhawk, truth or dare: encounters with power, authority, and mystery

laura jane grace, tranny: confessions of punk rock’s most infamous anarchist sellout

molly smith, revolting prostitutes: the fight for sex worker's rights

richard c. schwartz, you are the one you've been waiting for: applying internal family systems to intimate relationships

timothy snyder, our malady: lessons in liberty from a hospital diary

peter levine, trauma and memory: brain and body in search for the living past

kylie cheung, survivor injustice: state-sanctioned abuse, domestic violence, and the fight for bodily autonomy

timothy snyder, bloodlands: europe between hitler and stalin

joan larkin, a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories

cj cherryh, hammerfall

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Dawn

I am back because i got home from work and I got no chill! :D @spotaus

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Okay. So why this one? Because i realised it was a while since i wrote a drabble from Horror's point of view and that is criminal and it is a great excuse for me to showcase some stuff from the quiet and very observing sockets of Horror! (also gives me an excuse to not think about the drabble order i got now and that thought i messed it up a bit which I need to think of a solution for)

Ready? Let's go!

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Horror makes sure to carefully close the door to the greenhouse. It is still early but he is used to those.

He enjoys the cool fresh air as he walks towards the house, small basket filled with fresh monster food. Horror is happy he got permission from Crop to harvest the plants in there for their meals.

He quietly opens the door and listens for a moment. He saw Cross leave the farm a little while ago to do his own morning workouts and by the sounds of it the other three are still asleep.

Which is good because he needs his own sleep. Horror knows very well that Dust is the one to wake up with Nightmare if something bothers him in his sleep.

He found the two of them awake and reading a book one too many times for Horror to believe they just had an allnighter.

Horror likes being up early. Maybe strange for him but he got used to it in his old universe. The best time to check his traps and search for food had been in the very early morning, or very late night depending on how you look at it, as most people would be asleep.

It is a leftover habit and he just kept going with it when he joined Nightmare's gang.

He puts the food away in all the right places and goes about getting the ingredients for todays breakfast. He notices the fresh milk and eggs and the choice is obvious. Some pancakes would be great.

He starts preparing the ingredients as he takes the time to measure it all. The milk makes him chuckle.

Watching Cross realises there was a cow had been funny. Finding Cross in a tree shaking with a cow under it had been hilarious. Crop ahd been apologetic as he explained that his cow, Betty (Killer had mutters "of course it is claled betty") was aparently mischievious.

Horror had his doubts but Cross swore that the cow would know when he left the farmhouse. That the cow would stand at the edge of her field and stare at him.

Cross did not go to the east side of the farm anymore. aparently that was Betty's territory in his mind.

Nightmare liked petting Betty however so you have your ups and downs.

Horror mixes the ingredients slowly but surely. Thinking about Nightmare, "Shouldn't you still be in bed?"

silence before a soft mutter "Not tired anymore."

Horror chuckles as he shoots Nightmare a look. He looks fully awake and adorable in his new wool sweater. Horror grins "God powers?"

Nightmare shrugs "I mean probably. I never needed sleep before. that is still new." They hadn't really noticed anything that could be connected to Nightmare's godhood at the moment. Maybe it had gone domant, at least that was Cross's guess. Dust just thinks Nightmare's magic is now focussed on healing instead of weird god shenenigans.

Speaking of healing! Horror gives him a stern look "bandages?"

Nightmare rolls his eye lights but mutters his answer "All still in place and good. Killer replaced them after the bath last night,"

Horror nods. With that secured he relaxes abit "Want to help?"

Nightmare is already by his side and stands on his tiptoes. Horror chuckles as he gives him a look "Need a chair?" he would offer a stepstool but the chair is more stable for him.

Nightmare looks at the counter annoyed before nodding his agreement. Horror grabs a chair and puts it near the counter. Nightmare climbs it easily.

Horror really wants to pick him up but they do have the rule that inside Nightmare should walk around himself to carefully train his spine. It is still much to early to already start carrying him. Horror knows that if any of them start they won't stop.

Nightmare reaches for the ingredients, some fruits for inside the pancakes, before pausing and staring at his sweater.

Nightmare has been very careful with his new gifted clothes. Horror himself is also very careful with the set of clothes Dust got him.

Horror frowns at the food he is making. He really hopes he can quickly find soemthing to do here to earn money. At the moment only Dust has something and it is starting to show, even Killer seems to be getting annoyed with himself over it.

Until now Horror and Cross helped around on Crop's farm. Which he was happy to do as it only seemed fair as a way to repay Crop for letting them stay. Horror has also been learning the basics about farming, farmland and farmwork from Crop. It is still a lot and not everything sticks in his skull, probably falling out of that hole. But he is getting better at it. He hopes with this Crop can maybe get the news out that both of them are more than willing to help around with heavy duty work and get a bit of cash flow.

Killer... Killer has a very specific set of skills. Sadly not specifically useful on a farm. Even if he is great with the animals and can herd pretty much anything, which is very useful but well. Most people won't let you near their animals unless they trust you and Killer is Killer.

Horror just feels bad that Dust is pretty much still Ngihtmare's main caretaker, got the rough end with the backstory they settled on, and has to deal with work to get cash. Only to spend all of it on them all.

Horror can see it is starting to wear him down. He just hopes they can figure out how to balance everything better.

It is another reason he loves these mornings. Because morning time means Dust, and Killer, both sleep in and Horror gets time to supervise their babybones. Horror adores the time wiht Nightmare. Especially when alone because then others don't watch them nervously the whole time.

It is exhausting to be seen as something dangerous even if he knows it is true. It is why they mean so much to him, they never treated him like that. None of them did.

A glance confirms that Nightmare has carefuly rolled up the sleeves and is taking extra care with cutting the fruits, using one of the duller knives which won't be able to cut bone. Horror turns back to getting everything else ready. He has to concentrate to push his intent into the food. He wants them to enjoy and like it. Feel the things he can't say to them.

Horror knows what he wants and feels but also knows none of them are ready to hear it. Horror has known that from the moment he realised what he felt was. The curse of being the only emotional stable one.

He still remembers all the way back near the start of them meeting and chuckles to himself. they did not get along at all.

Nightmare immediantly looks up "What is funny?" he looks adorably confused.

Horror thinks for a moment "Remember when you brought me in?"

Nightmare blinks before giving a slow nod "Yeah... I had hoped you would calm Killer and Dust."

Horror chuckles "Can't believe you thought i could do that."

Ngihtmare shrugs as he finishes up his task and just sits normally on the chair "I mean... It worked." his hands find the glass of juise Horror got him.

Horror pauses for a moment before nodding. Nightmare is kinda right with that one. It hadn't worked right away but he made it work. Mostly because he had had a lot of motivation.

Nightmare, still a fully active god at that point, had offered him that he would slowly but surely fix the food problem in his universe in trade for his service, something about it being too severe for him to be able to instantly fix but if Horror worked for him he would work on it. Horror had figured Nightmare had known about his little weird immortality situation with his own universe's core and accepted.

Turns out he just wanted him to fix whatever had been going on with Killer and Dust. Because they would fight. Constantly. And those two got very close to killing each other a few times.

Horror had eventually managed to somehow form a connection and bond with Killer. It had been rather easy and Horror was able to become friends with him over coworkers. Eventually find him not just annoying but funny. And later think fondly of his antics.

Dust took longer. Which had been a combination of Dust just being an introvert and not looking for connections or at least not in the way that made that clear to Horror. And well Horror heard bits and pieces of what Dust had done and had honestly been disgusted with the idea that Dust just murdered his whole universe and his own brother. Just to fight one human? Just to end a timeloop?

It was well after he managed to get them to stop, or at least contain the damage of, their fighting. Well after he started working for Nightmare more permanently that Horror realised how the multiverse worked.

And how fucking unfair it was.

Because aparently? stupid fate or some shit? That decided how your universe worked. His would always have ended up with a famine and starvation. Killer would always lose control and be controlled, abused and used by the human. Cross would always be the end of his universe. Dust... Dust would always have to kill his universe. No matter what he tried or solution he tried.

It wasn't until later Horror learned that Dust had tried everything. Multiple times. That Dust had learned to play multiple musical instruments in the time of resets. That he had learned to cook, and tinker. He master chemistry. Everything in the hopes it could give him a solution.

But the fates had already decided his ending, much like for all of them there was only one ending possible for them. And in the end locked him in a dead AU make by his own hands when no other options was left. Just like all of them had been.

Horror has to admit it took him a long time to get Dust to admit those things to him. Msotly because Horror had been standoffish before and that he accidentally gave Killer advice to treat Dust like one of the many stray cats he interact with.

He hadn't specifically said that. horror had just told Killer that maybe Dust would like Killer more, or at all, if Killer learned to respect his boundaries. Horror had mentioned how Killer could learn each cat's limits so why not Dust?

Worst part was that it actually worked.

Horror rubs his face "I give him cat advice." his voice sounds pained. Dust had been so mad at them both.

Nightmare nods "I remember. Dust left for three weeks." he snorts "which really is very catlike..." more thoughtful "And then you two got mad at me for not telling you where he went." He blinks and shrugs as he drinks from his orange juice.

Horror ignores the cat comment as he looks at Nightmare "Why didn't you tell us?" Dust had actually been recruited to help Nightmare with the balance. Something Horror only started to do after helping Killer and Dust be less homicidal.

Nightmare blinks at him wiht those wide sockets "I didn't want to force any of you... If you wanted to leave..." he speaks softer and softer "I wasn't going to stop you if you wanted to leave... if you didn't want to stay..."

Horror frowns and picks Nightmare up. He embraces him and hums "I am sorry we left..."

Nightmare shrugs as he pushes clsoer to him "You came back..."

hah... yeah they did. Much like Dust did all that time ago. He was gone for a few weeks before returning after killing Ink bringing back one of his fucking sketchbooks as proof. Obviously killing Ink does little in the long run but it was quite the powermove. Dust had glared at them daring to say anything. Killer of course had muttered something about Dust bringing back a kill much like a cat.

Horror is still not sure how he managed to stop Dust from Killing Killer that day.

Horror puts Nightmare at the table and gets a small yogurt and fruit snack ready for him. Just so he can eat a tiny bit. See how his magic will handle food today. Nightmare starts eating it when offered and that is a good sign. Means his magic is actually sending out the signal that it needs food today.

Horror goes back to flipping pancakes. Horror tries to stay in the here and now but his injury makes his mind likely to wander. and with already having been thinking about them.

He still remembers one of the early missions, after Horror learned about fates cruel games. Dust had still acted the same but Horror had tried to be more friendly. He had been close to giving up on it as clearly it wasn't working as Dust was still standoffish. Only for Dust to pull him out of the way of an attack from Ink, getting hit instead.

Later Horror had demanded why he did that and Dust had just shrugged. He hadn't had an answer for him. It confused Horror to no end. Horror was immortal because of that fact that his magic had been used in the core and bonded to that. Meaning as long as the core in his universe was fine he would return to life.

The gang had known this and Horror knew that Dust knew this. And yet. Dust had heard all of that and looked at the large monster Horror had become saw soemthing worth protecting. Something that needed protection.

Horror thinks he fell a little bit in love that day.

Much like how one day Horror just realised he couldn't stand the idea of not being near Killer or never seeing him again. That even if Killer could be annoying that he didn't wish him any pain or harm.

How it warmed his soul that Killer, and Cross later, would hide behidn him. Seeing him as someone safe that would protect them. See him as someone trustworthy.

Cross, so eager to please and desperate for affection and affirmation. but once he relaxed so smart and funny. Loyal and always ready to help...

But now is not the time to try and see what any of them thought or felt. They are dealing wiht a lot at the moment and they need to concentrate with trying to make staying here work.

The front door opens and Cross walks in quietly. He sneaks a glance at them and smiles when Horror catching him looking. Cross waves to Nightmare "Hey guys. All good?"

Horror nods "Nightmare helped." he flips another pancake as Nightmare drinks his juice with a smug little smile.

Cross grins "Good to hear. I will quickly get cleaned up and help. Dust and Killer?"

Nightmare hums "Still asleep." and he sips his juice again.

Cross nods "Good to know. be back in a bit" and he goes towards the bathroom. The pipes groan softly as Cross no doubt turns on the shower.

Horror finishes the last pancake and gets to wrok on getting the drinks and coffee ready.

Another day for them to figure out how this will work. Horror is just happy they are all here, everything else can wait as long as they stick together.

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[jackgoodfellow]

"Grace" here is being used not in the Christian sense, but rather to broadly refer to the incredible power of human kindness, patience, and love. ❤

High-res closeups:

high-res full image (Google Drive link)

Flower language (or at least the flower language I am using):

Forget-me-nots: these little blue flowers are symbols of memory and remembrance, as well as true love, devotion, and, occasionally, senility

Baby's breath: these tiny white flowers symbolize new beginnings, everlasting love, freedom from corruption, happiness, and thankfulness

Dandelions: A cursory google search says these flowers represent "hope, healing, and resilience," which is apt. But I've included them here as a reference to their symbolism in Fionna & Cake. In this illustration, the field of dandelion puffs that Simon wakes up in at the end of the show has become a field of yellow dandelion flowers.

More analysis, if you're into that kind of thing:

1. I'm never going to get over the fact that Simon saved Marceline for no other reason than to save a child who needed his help, and in doing so - in showing up for his adopted daughter not just once but constantly and for YEARS - he basically saved the world. I think it was a brilliant move to use the narrative to further validate his actions in "The Star" episode of Fionna & Cake.

Marceline is the narrative opposite of Dean and Sam Supernatural.

2. Kindness has a way of spreading and coming back to us in ways we could never predict, which is one reason why I'm ALSO never going to get over how Simon saving Marceline eventually led to Marceline convincing Finn and Jake (and BMO and even Bubblegum) to be more empathetic to the Ice King, who becomes way safer and happier once he is not isolated in his madness.

Finn's kindness towards Simon, both before and after being cured, is a huge deal to me. It's a vital part of his character growth, and I like that Fionna had a parallel moment of growth with the Candy Queen.

Like, yes, it is big and important that Betty saved Simon. But what she couldn't do is love him in his madness. She was unable to love him if it didn't also cure him, and this destroyed her.

And so it is beautiful to me that because of Marcy and her friends, Simon was not left to suffer alone in the darkest depths of his senility. And I really love all the ways the show demonstrates how this deeply affected him even if it didn't make him remember who he was.

I believe this kindness shown to Ice King led to him having the confidence to stand up for himself and accidentally save the world AGAIN when Betty tries to kill everyone to "save" Simon in the Elementals finale because GOD FORBID WOMEN DO ANYTHING.

(Betty is our problematic Queen, and I absolutely love how she's written. The CW could NEVER. The MCU would sooner DIE. 90% of all prestige dramas can only DREAM of having such a complex and dynamic female character.)

3. And finally, there is that most recent and possibly most vital instance of grace of all in Simon's story: the kindness, patience, and forgiveness that he finally learns to start showing to himself.

Simon's is a tale of people being kinder than they have to be and the way that changes everything. I am extremely grateful that his story culminates in him learning that kindness and self-sacrifice are NOT the same thing, and that he deserves his own kindness as much as if not more than everyone else.

[trojanteapot]

FIONNA AND CAKE SPOILERS: Thoughts on Marceline being "The Star"

I rewatched The Stakes Miniseries after last week's Fionna and Cake episodes, and maybe to some of you who have thought about Adventure Time more than I have, this is old news, but they had always telegraphed Marceline being "The Star".

In the last episode of the miniseries, The Dark Cloud, when Marceline activates her full demon soul-sucking powers, she glows pink and becomes kind of like a starry nebula.

The whole plot of the stakes miniseries is about Marceline coming to terms with the trauma in her past, growing up, and feeling more sure of herself. This is in fact all themes that align with the Upright tarot card The Star.

[image ID: The Star/Meaning When the Star card appears, you are likely to find yourself feeling inspired. It brings renewed hope and faith and a sense that you are truly blessed by the universe at this time. The Star represents: New hopes and splendid revelations of the future, insight, inspiration, courage and enlightenment of the spiritual self. Body and mind and converging towards the light at the end of a dark time(s).]

The Star is number 17, following The Tower number 16. It's supposed to represent the light at the end of the tunnel, the glimmer of hope. It's positivity and aspirations after many trials and tribulations. This tarot card perfectly encapsulates the character arc of Main Universe Marceline.

Now what about the other universe? This brings me to what The Star means when it's drawn Reversed:

[image ID: Hopelessness The Star Tarot Card Meaning. Key Meanings (Upright): Hope, inspiration, creativity, calm, contentment, renewal, serenity, spirituality, healing, positivity. Key Meanings (Reversed): Hopelessness, despair, focusing on the negative, lack of faith, lack of inspiration, lack of creativity, boredom, monotony.]

In the universe where the vampires have taken over the post-mushroom wars Earth, they were so effective at killing humans, and all manner of living creatures that life on Earth is on the brink of collapse. The Vampire King has used the Ice Crown to cover the sky in perpetual clouds, which must have also sped up ecosystem collapse for life that doesn't have blood for the vampires to drink. The Princess Bubblegum of that world even spells it out that their world is pretty much nearing its end. In that sense, the Marceline of that world represents hopelessness and despair. However, not for herself, but for the three protagonists of Fionna and Cake.

Fionna is beginning to realize that no matter how much she tries to help, nothing is working out. Adventuring wasn't how she thought it was, and she just wants to go home.

Simon is already deep in his pit of despair from the very beginning of the series, because he is depressed and sees no place for himself in the land of Ooo, and no way to contact Betty after she ascended to godhood. And Fionna is realizing that if Simon becomes Ice King again, he will have to give up his mind, and pretty much annihilate himself in order to give magic back to her world.

Cake doesn't seem to be in despair at first, but we learn by the end of the episode that Cake absolutely does not want to go back to being a normal cat. She would do anything to stay the way she is, but this is at odds with what Fionna is realizing that she wants.

And if all of that hopelessness isn't enough, after the vampire universe, the trio are teleported to an even worse universe where the Lich had already succeeded in wiping out all life! Not to mention when BMO tried to help them fix their universe-hopping remote, he also destroyed himself in the process ):

So yeah, the writers were very smart to insert both meanings of the Star (both upright and reversed) into the wider narrative of Adventure Time!!!

[mushroomnoodles]

the lovers/vampire au hcdump part 2, with a focus on petrigrof (characters drawn in my style)

once again putting under a read more; these are notes ive put down while riding home from work on the bus. here's pt 1 btw.

On the subject of THE HANGED MAN

something simon thinks about often is the sheer stagnance of vampirekind. vampires are a species that stay the same forever- they don't evolve or change; hell, the vampire kingdom is old school, even to simon.

simon is physically weaker than an average vampire- he suspects this is due to the radiation poisoning he suffered from before being turned. it takes him longer to heal and he doesn't have possess vampire strength the others of his kind have.

simon doesnt really mind this- he merely observes this fact. his body stayed the same way it was the morning betty bit him; the same way it was after her bite mutated and changed his body for the last time. plus, simon is a man of habit.

a thousand years of life with betty has made simon more open with her; they talk, like, about how they feel, how their relationship feels.

simon has grown quite philosophical and his field of study has expanded. being undead gives him this subconscious duty to put his eternal life to good use: the library. an ode to scholars and thinkers, adventurers and collectors. an ode to the humanity he left behind.

he always says sorry to the few humans he's ever directly fed from.

simon has only fallen to blood frenzy once.

simon's library is quite frankly, huge. you can't reach the books on half the shelves without flight or telekinesis.

current research focus is on procuring the ice crown. (he would be immune to its effects as a vampire)

simon refuses assistants and servants because they make him feel weird, despite the fact THE LOVERS could absolutely have them in their chambers.

simon loves his side job as a professor btw. he always gets so cheery and dorky when it's that time of the year for him to get his students.. and he loves history!! he definitely goes on old man rants about "his day" every now and then

being pregnant with morrigan made him wonder if perhaps there WAS a cure for vampirism after all. he'd entertained the thought every now and then despite the fact that everything he looked into claimed it couldn't happen. but if his body could still remember how to function like a human's, then it didn't seem so impossible to him.

On the subject of THE WORLD

a great strategist- but she misses traveling the world, researching and hunting for ancient artifacts with simon. this is not her dream.

cooking food was a love language and hobby for her. sux when you and your hubby can't eat food.

loves making morrigan snacks (they're a living vampire and can eat food!)

betty's whole thing is.. improvise. adapt. overcome. she keeps working hard so she can keep winning hard.

her fangs are VERY long. they always jut out of her mouth despite her best efforts, and she has to hide her mouth when incognito.

that makes it kinda hard to kiss simon but she's had a thousand years of practice!

due to the length of her fangs, her feeding bites are always fatal.

she is considered very beautiful. simon agrees

spends a lot of time out and about. she is also the vampire king's current advisor, so she spends a lot of time by his side. it's probably a good thing, and a better thing he trusts her. but she worries. she isn't as ruthless with the subject of conquest as others would like. sure, vampires are powerful, but taking over everything.. would upset the balance of life. they'd exhaust their resources.

she can be pretty scary. betty has learned to project an intimidating persona to keep up her role as battle strategist and advisor. it helps keep others off her back, too.

betty is in part so successful because she is constantly improving upon herself and adapting, she challenges vampirekind to change. it's just so hard for them to do.

betty adapts well to new settings. she finds it.. reasonably easy to settle into new situations, especially when human spying is involved. she just needs a feel for her surroundings.

betty can be ruthless, sure, especially when simon is involved in the danger. but she remembers her roots. she would never cause harm to a human that was not a threat.

she partially trained marceline to fight before the vampire king took over her training.

she's stressed. simon is her escape. she always gets to their chambers, throws her expensive and intricate robes off.. and embraces simon.

dramatically lounges and climbs all over simon in her sleep. subconsciously heat seeking.

worries that if things come to it and they leave the kingdom, simon will be unhappy. he seems to really like it here.

sleeps naked 80% of the time

[fizzigigsimmer]

How do you feel about fem!harringrove? And do you possibly have any headcanons about them? 🧐

I love them. What's not to love. It's everything you love about harringrove and more. Sadly I haven't come across too many longform fem!harringrove fics, though I may no be looking in the right places.

Steve already has such a female coded story arch. I've talked about this before, but he is (quite accidentally on the Duffers part) a subversion of the Queen Bee story trope. Haughty rich bitch, gets humbled, dethroned and either "gets just deserts" or "gets redeemed "learns from their mistakes". Which is why he was PRIMED to slide right into the "Princess & The Bad Boy" trope with Billy. Our bodies were ready. Joe was ready. But alas, the Duffers - they were not ready. But yeah, fem!Steve is super easy to imagine right down to the "everyone thinks I'm just a slutty bimbo, but there's so much more to me" angst fest, set to the backdrop of negligent hopeless parents who think presents are a substitute for actual parenting.

Fem!billy is my favorite to imagine. Not only because she'd be a knockout (seriously, my dream woman) but because of all the ways it would (and wouldn't) change the plot, the character, and our perception of the character. I've talked about this before too, but I earnestly believe that a "Billie Hargrove" would have survived on the show. She'd be allowed to be a victim (which she is), she'd be allowed to be messy, and fans would be allowed to celebrate her. She'd treated to the slytherin effect. Which is to say that she wouldn't be universally loved, but she would be embraced by a large subset of the culture and championed by the narrative as a face for the "othered community". A bad ass with a heart of gold just waiting for the power of friendship and healing cock to thaw her anti-social ice queen persona. Every edge lord and lady could safely find their representation in her, and Netflix would happily invent new ways to take their money for the privilege, season after season.

If she and Steve were both girls, they'd end up reluctant frenemies, and then best friends by the season finale with a heaping dose of queerbait in between. Because gal pals! lol and if Steve was still a boy Billie would 1000% be trapped in a love triangle (a la Archie, Veronica & Betty) with Steve and Nancy. The good girl would probably win, but I can also the Duffers patting themselves on the back and thinking they really did something by trading in their bland boring endgame couple for the obviously more exciting one.

[flamingmanticore]

Dude poor Simon in the new Fionna and Cake series, like seriously.

!!!SPOILERS AHEAD FOR EPISODES 1 AND 2 OF ADVENTURE TIME: FIONNA AND CAKE!!!

I just got around to watching the first two episodes and wow. All I could think of when watching the second episode is that Simon does not deserve this. Both he and Betty tortured/are torturing themselves over the loss of not being together and it’s breaking my heart!

I was so happy in the Adventure time’s original finale because he got turned back! He can start healing! Maybe get a therapist if there’s one on Ooo.

Nope!

Instead, he’s making plots in his closet and refusing to talk to his friends. Like no! Sir! You can’t be crazy again you already had that phase!

The only thing I was thinking of when watching him talk about how he feels out of touch without magic and casually chugging glasses at a bar is: please please please don’t do something that you’ll regret.

I initially thought he was gonna do something to get his ice powers back and that’s where it connected to the first episode but nah.

I just want this man to get a happy ending. I wish Betty could have the same but I don’t know anymore😭 Anyone feel the same?

P.S. sorry for the gif spam

[lola-jo]

Hasta Nakshatra Female Appearance

The power of manifestation

Hasta Chandra (Moon) Beauty (Type 1)

Kate Winslet, Natalie Cole, Michelle Yeoh, Stella Inda, Gia Scala, Michelle Rodriguez, Song Hye-kyo, Susan Boyle, Virginia Madsen.

These type 1 beauties: - Have glistening eyes. - Look tranquil and serene. - Have skin and hair that glows like the moon. - Have a full soft slightly angled face and features (nose tip is full and slightly downturned). - Have a thoughtful nature and essence. - Take their crafts seriously and perfect it. - Are service oriented. - Have a controlled calm beauty. - Are witty and responsive. - Will never forget or be forgotten. - Can evoke a feeling of nostalgia.

Hasta Chandra (Moon) Beauty (Type 2)

Janet Leigh, Lily Allen, Kat DeLuna, Betty Grable, Maya Angelou, Rosie O'Donnell, Preity Zinta, Sherri Shepherd, Madhubala.

These type 2 beauties: - Have a face that looks like the full moon (rounded face, eyes, apple cheeks, bulbous nose tip). - Look innocent but are sharp. - Are highly skilled and artistic. - Have a chaotic energy underneath their sweet appearance. - Are driven and industrious. - Always have something wise to say. - Have an endearing quality to them. - Have a beauty that speaks from the heart - Are persuasive. - Can make something out of nothing.

Hasta Chandra (Moon) Beauty (Type 3)

Kristen Stewart, Alicia Keys, Alex Hepburn, Anne Hathaway, Teyana Taylor, Macy Gray, Dalida, Agatha Christie, Shari Headley.

These type 3 beauties: - Have high priestess energy. - Have a softened sharp elongated look (face, nose, eyes). - Are enchanting beauties. - Look amazing with length and volume on top of their hair (like a priestly crown). - Have an eternal flame essence. - Are in tune with the ebbs and flows of cycles. - Are charming and influential. - Are gifted in healing. - Are psychic. - Have an ageless aura about them. - Can have the world in the palm of their hands.

Stay tuned for Hasta Lagna (Ascendant) Beauty xxx

[jahayla-parker]

Hey! Could you please do a Peter Parker x reader one where y/n is the new girl at Midtown high school and there is a plot twist she's a witch ( the good kind) and she meets Peter and his friends. Y/n starts liking Peter but she finds out that he has a plan to tell MJ that he likes her. Even though Peter likes MJ he starts to really like y/n so now he has to make a choice between MJ and y/n. And unknown to y/n Agatha is on her trail trying to steal her powers.

Detail ideas:

• Y/n is a new student who is a good witch (the magic has been passed down through her family down to her) she's trying to keep her magical powers ( telekinesis and has a book that she learns spells from) a secret

• Y/n does spells in English/Latin?

• Her color scheme is a light bluish color

•  Takes place during the events of Far From Home

• She meet Peter, Ned, MJ and everyone else Peter is also trying to keep his spiderman life a secret

•  Y/n starts to like Peter  but she overhears Peters plan for MJ

• Peter deep down starts to like y/n too but he now has to choose between MJ and y/n

•  Peter has the Peter tingle he senses that y/n is different somehow and y/n senses the same thing about Peter

• They both get suspicious about each other

• Y/n's jealousy plays up her powers on the trip because her powers are linked to her emotions

• Y/n brings the book of shadows ( a book that has been passed down in her family) with her on the trip so she can practice spells

• By accident Peter sees the book and asks her what kind of book is it and y/n tries to hide it and lies and says that she is taking latin

• Y/n is the most powerful witch but she doesn't know it yet and Agatha senses it so she goes looking for her (y/n goes up against Agatha) Agatha follows y/n all around Europe

• Brad tries to flirt with y/n but she shuts him down

• When the class is in Venice and the water elemental shows up y/n saves Ned and Betty by moving the boat that they are in out of the way to safety with her powers

• Y/n thinks that nobody sees her using her powers but Unbeknownst to her Peter sees it

• Peter tells Ned to get y/n, MJ, and the others to safety but before y/n follows the others she sees Peter use his webshooters

• The scene where they go to the opera Peter is gonna talk to MJ but then y/n walks by which catches his attention because she is wearing a really pretty blue dress

• When Peter tells y/n he knows she has powers y/n tries to deny it and y/n questions Peter about him hiding something (because she saw him use his webshooters)

• Scene where y/n explains her familys magical history to Peter

• When Peter goes to alert Fury about Mysterio but ends up fighting Mysterio and he gets hit by the train at the same time y/n is going up against Agatha and at some point Agatha starts to absorbing y/n powers but at the last minute y/n escapes from her

• Y/n calls peter and tells him what happened with Agatha (her magic is kinda weak due to Agatha absorbing her powers earlier )so Happy and Peter pick her up and they both have to come up with a plan to stop their enemies

• Y/n decides to use herself as bait to lure Agatha out but Peter fights her on her plan because he is worried about her safety and she tells him she'll be fine

• Final battle between y/n vs Agatha happens at the same time as Peter goes up against Mysterio

• Peter tries to protect y/n from Agatha during the battle but he gets hurt seeing this y/n gets really mad to that point where she musters all of her power to beat Agatha

• After their battles y/n sees that Peter is limping so she uses a healing spell to heal his leg

• At the end where Peter tells y/n that at first he did like MJ but he really likes her more and they share an awkward kiss

Crushing Plans : Peter Parker x Reader

Part One

Description: 5.5k Crushing Plans part 1, y/n has a crush on her bestfriend Peter but he’s interested in their friend MJ. Meanwhile Peter and Y/n have to decide if they want the responsibility that comes with their powers (while also trying to keep these powers a secret). To make matters worse, y/n’s powers are impacted by her emotions; including jealousy. How will their class trip to Europe go with all of this going on?

Warnings for series as a whole): Mention of injuries, villains, far from home spoilers?, evil, witches, magic, powers/abilities, jealousy, hurt-comfort, I think that’s it!

Series Masterlist (5 parts plus the story continues in Bewitched Love (No Way Home wip w/ the same characters as a story continuation)

Y/n hated being the new girl.

Everyone looked at you at all times; just waiting for you to make a fool of yourself.

She understood it was out of curiosity and a way to know where she stood among their peer groups, but it was unsettling nonetheless.

Especially when she had a secret to keep and a crush to hide.

Speaking of which, as Ned and Peter rambled on about some plans Peter had, y/n spaced out.

They were whispering so she could hardly make out their words, but she likely didn’t want to hear it.

She suspected Peter had a crush on MJ.

Not that she could fault him, MJ was a very unique energy.

While y/n had become somewhat of friends with their group by now, she was not close enough for them to disclose such secrets to her.

Nor did she want him to, she wasn’t sure she could fake a smile if he told her of his feelings for another girl.

So, she sat there silently staring at her crush as he enthusiastically walked Ned through whatever they were discussing.

Y/n bit her lip as her eyes trailed Peter’s face.

He was so unbelievably cute.

It wasn’t even just his looks, even his personality was perfect.

From the way he would always ask her how her night was, the way he always smiled widely when he did well on an exam, the way-

“Are you going on the trip y/n?” Ned asked, making y/n startle slightly as she refocused on her surroundings.

Y/n blinked quickly, hoping her cheeks were flushed, “oh, yeah, of course”.

Peter smiled at her, “great! It should be a lot of fun”.

She nodded, smiling back at him, “any big plans?”

Y/n wanted to slap herself for that.

It was a normal response given the topic, but she knew better.

Peter bit his lip, his dimples showing as he blushed, “umm a bit… I uhm”.

She shook her head, “it’s okay Peter! You don’t have to tell me”

Y/n forced a smile, “I’m sure it’ll go well though”.

Peter sighed and gave her a weak smile, “right umm, thanks”.

He bit his lip and looked over at Ned as y/n politely excused herself.

“Do you think she… no.. Nevermind” Peter mumbled, watching as y/n walked across the classroom to sit by MJ.

“That she heard your plans and is going to tell MJ?” Ned asked, “no, I don’t think y/n is like that”.

“What?! No, that’s not what I was asking! And you’re right, she’s not like that. No… I just… she seemed sad like maybe she…” Peter rambled, playing the scene over again in his mind.

“Dude, you aren’t actually crushing on her too are you?” Ned groaned, recognizing the look in his bestfriend’s eyes.

“Hmm, no, no way” Peter lied, unable to break his gaze with her.

Ned rolled his eyes in disbelief but played along, “well that’s good. I know I said we should be bachelors and all, but dude, I didn’t mean fuckboys”.

Peter finally looked away as he realized MJ was sitting beside her, turning and glaring at Ned instead.

“I’m not being a … a fuckboy” he defended, quickly looking back across the room for a moment, “am I?”

“Not if you choose one” Ned suggested, “but you can’t act on both”.

Peter nodded, “I wasn’t going to. I… MJ. It’s MJ”.

Ned raised a brow in suspicion, “no way it was really that simple Peter”.

Peter shrugged, “I’ve known MJ longer, and I’ve had a crush on her longer. So, MJ”.

His friend shook his head and sighed dramatically, “whatever dude. You have to admit by now that my plan is much less complicated”.

As MJ approached their table on her way to grab a new piece of paper from the back cabinet, both boys went silent.

“You have a plan?” MJ inquired, pausing next to Peter who blushed again and froze.

“I don’t have a plan” he lied, feeling guilty as his eyes land on y/n.

“No, he's just gonna collect tiny spoons when we're traveling to other countries” Ned blurted in an attempt to conceal their discussion.

“Like a grandmother?” MJ teased.

“I’m not collecting tiny spoons. He’s collecting tiny spoons” Peter exclaimed.

“Oh. Okay, well, that was a real roller coaster” MJ said slowly before waving as she leaves to attend to her task.

“Spoons, Ned?” Peter grumbled.

“I panicked!” Ned defended with a shrug, “I didn’t want to blurt your actual plans or that you may secretly have two plans now”.

“I don’t have two plans Ned! I already chose” he reminded Ned but felt a tightness in his chest as he smiled at y/n when she turned and saw him looking her way.

“Clearly” Ned sarcastically remarked.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/n, is it okay if Peter sits next to you?” Mr. Harrington asked, tapping her shoulder.

She looked up and saw Peter blushing and staring down at the aisle-way of the plane.

“Oh, umm, sure… but,” she responded, looking over at Brad who was sitting next to her.

Brad , “doesn’t he have a seat already?”

Y/n bit her lip and looked between Brad and Mr. Harrington, pausing as she noticed Peter was now furrowing his eyebrows at Brad as if he was bothered by his question.

“He does, but he has a perfume allergy, and believe me, those are much worse than they sound” Mr. Harrington said.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at Peter in suspicion, never having heard of this; even when their classmate Sara showed up nearly soaked in the latest Victoria’s Secret perfume.

Brad seemed to notice y/N’s reaction as he put his arm around her shoulder, “well, I don’t think he’ll want my seat then. I don’t know if it’s perfume or shampoo or something, but Y/n smells really good “.

Y/n blushed deeply, looking away shyly from all three of the guys surrounding her; unsure what was exactly happening.

Peter mumbled something under his breath before clearing his throat, “I’m fine with coconut”.

Y/n nearly choked; coconut, how did he…?

She knew Brad was simply trying to get a way to stay next to her; she hadn’t used her usual products today as she’d been in a rush.

But, Peter was right… y/n normally did use a coconut scented conditioner.

She just never realized he noticed her enough to know that.

Sure, they sat together in a few classes, but she wasn’t sure he ever noticed her more than a friend.

But friends don’t know what your hair smells like… right?

She snapped her eyes up to Peter who blushed again and looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Mr. Davis, please” Mr. Harrington requested and Brad sighed loudly.

He glared at Peter as he removed his arm from around y/n’s shoulder.

“I’ll see you when we land, Hmm?” Brad winked down at her before brushing past Peter.

“Oh… yeah… okay” y/n mumbled, still spacey from such intense confusion and shock.

“I umm…” Peter mumbled, sitting next to y/n, “I hope you’re not upset about me switching with Brad”.

Y/n shook her head, “no, it’s fine Peter”.

He nodded and sat down next to her, “are you sure? It feels like interrupted something”.

She chuckles, “no, nothing. I probably should tell him that… I just wasn’t excepting him to…”

“Try flirting with you?” Peter mumbled, sounding a bit offended himself.

“Yeah. I’m not mad he did, just not interested.. in him” she said.

Peter looked over at her and offered her a smile, “Ned says all the girls are”.

Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes, “maybe Ned is then”.

Peter laughed and put his bag under his seat as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Perfume allergy though? Since when?” Y/n asked, making him freeze and stare over at her.

“Oh… umm… It was just really strong” he argued.

“So was Sara’s last week” y/n smirked.

Peter bit his lip, “right… but I wasn’t going to be next to her for over nine hours”.

Y/n nodded in agreement, “fair enough Parker”.

He smiled, “so…umm.. what were you going to do for the duration of the flight?”

Y/n shrugged, “just make out with Brad “.

Peter coughed and his eyes went wide before he noticed her laughing and shaking her head.

He questioned himself over the sudden tightness in his chest he felt once again; he couldn’t be jealous, right?

He reminded himself he liked MJ… longer.

Peter took a deep breath and chuckled, “oh, right, you’re not interested in him”

Y/n nodded, “you’re a bit spacey today hmm?”

He leaned back in his seat, “yeah, just a lot of confusing things in my mind I guess”

She copied his movements unconsciously, “me too”.

“Did you want to talk about it?” He asked, hoping to get his mind off his own thoughts.

“Not really, but thank you. You?” Y/n offered.

“No” he rushed out before chuckling nervously a bit, “thanks though”.

She smiled kindly while nodding, before leaning her head back into the headrest and closing her eyes.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Peter glancing between y/n and MJ.

Ned caught his friend’s shifting attention and shook his head, stifling a laugh.

Peter found his eyes lingering on y/n longer each time.

Slowly he took a deep breath, “so… what’re you looking forward to in Venice?”.

He mentally cringed at his weak attempt to strike up a conversation, wondering why he was so nervous to talk to his friend.

But as she opened her eyes and smiled over at him, he felt his body relax.

“Assuming things go smoothly, just be able to enjoy myself and relax without any pressures” she admitted.

Peter wasn’t sure what it was, but something about her confession made him feel a connection.

He wanted to brush it off, she obviously wasn’t meaning being able to give up some secret superhero identity for a few days of relaxation the way he was.

But, there was something that set off his Peter tingle during her statement.

Deciding to try and find out what it was, Peter spoke up, “you normally can’t do that?”

He watched as her cheeks flushed and eyes widened slightly before she formed a small pout.

As he waited for her to respond, he found himself staring at her lips.

Peter shook his head, internally groaning.

“It’s hard to explain… but no. Umm, even outside of school I don’t really get a break, too many expectations and responsibilities. I’m sure you know what it’s like to have a… part time job while in school, Ned said you used to have one?” She rambled.

Peter squinted at her words, it being similar to the way he’d avoid the subject if asked.

But he nodded at the last statement, glad for a new way to avoid the topic, “yeah. Not much sleeping or relaxation outside of school hours, I get that. And it feels like the world is always watching “.

Y/n tilted her head, laughing softly, “the world? Where did you work, some international news company?”

Peter chuckled and shook his head, “no, I… umm..”

“I’m kidding Peter, I get it” she assured, smiling softly as she pulled her blanket over her lap.

"What's that?" Peter asked as y/n reached into her personal item backpack to grab a piece of gum.

She froze and her fingers nearly snapped the stick of gum in half from the tension radiating through her body at his inquiry.

She did not even have to look to know what he must have seen.

The spell book from her mother had been kept in her personal item bag so that no one would have access to it even when on the several hour long international flight.

However, she was not intending to have Peter sitting next to her on said flight.

Y/n was fairly certain that most of her other classmates would not have noticed the item, much less Brad Davis whom she was supposed to be seated with.

"Umm, gum?" y/n tried, holding up the pack as if that was the item he was asking about.

Peter chuckled tenderly, "no, that".

Y/n swatted his hand when he began reaching for the book.

Her hand hit the back of his just as his fingers swept over the hardcover binding of the book.

Peter startled at her reaction, only becoming more confused when he noticed his Spidey Senses- or Peter Tingle like Aunt May termed it- tingled when he touched the book.

"Sorry" Y/n gushed, feeling very warm suddenly, "I just... I uhh.."

Peter shook his head, cocking it to the side slightly as he spoke, "no, it's okay... I shouldn't have done that without asking".

She gave him a kind smile and sighed, "it's just a really important book is all. I don't really like anyone else touching it".

Peter nodded, trying to keep his curious eyes off of her bag.

"Can I ask what is is? Is it like a first edition of your favorite book or something?" He asked.

Peter realized he was not only curious as to what the item was and why it prompted such a response, but also found himself suddenly wanting to know what her favorite book was.

He bit his cheek as he stiffled a frustrated sigh at realizing that maybe just claiming to choose MJ was not as simple as it sounded.

He'd never really questioned what MJ's favorite book was... but surely that was not that big of a deal, right?

"Oh. I..." y/n's voice brought him back to the moment as she minimally tilted the book back to show him the cover, "it is a really old authentic text that I am using for my Latin lessons".

Peter's eyes flickered from her face down to the book briefly, noticing how antique the material was and the latin wording on the cover.

It's appearance matched her description but for some reason Peter found himself still slightly suspicious that there was more to it than that.

Nonethless, he nodded and gave her a smile, "you're learning Latin?"

She nodded, covering the book back up and zipping the bag.

"Isn't it a dead language?" Peter asked breazily, wanting to smack himself afterwards for how his verbiage sounded.

Y/n laughed and leaned back into her seat, passing him a piece of gum, "it's only dead if people stop using it".

Peter's lips parted as he thought through her words, smirking in agreement as he grabbed the gum, "I suppose that's true".

"So, I assume your plan probably isn't off to the best start now huh?" y/n hummed, sipping on the water cup the flight attendant provided.

"My plan?" Peter asked, setting his own cup down on the tray.

"Earlier..., I asked if you had any big plans.." y/n said, annoyed with herself for feeling dissapointed that he didn't remember.

"I remember" he admitted, trying to think of what to tell her.

"Ahh, sorry, I don't mean to pry, I know you don't want to tell me about it. I was just going to see if there was maybe something I could do to help since you're stuck sitting next to me" y/n explained shyly.

Peter froze and frowned at her, "stuck with you?"

She gave him a polite curl of her lips, "I know you were trying to sit with MJ".

Peter felt his cheeks redden and his eyes enlarge.

Despite the jealousy she felt, she giggled at his boyish reaction, "it was a bit obvious that you were trying to change seats, and well, I have seen the way you look at MJ".

Peter's jaw dropped slightly, was he that obvious?

If so, was his simultanious crush on y/n obvious as well?

It didn't seem so given the current discussion... unless this was her way of kindly letting him know she wasn't interested by redirecting him to focus on MJ.

Peter rubbed his neck nervously as he tried to clear these thoughts from his mind.

"Well, I'm sure you and Ned can pick up the pieces and restart whatever the plan was when we land" y/n offered to cheer him up even though the idea hurt her.

Peter nodded slowly, uncertain what to say to her.

"How are you getting texts?" Peter asked, looking up from her phone.

They'd been watching a movie on her phone after they searched the films on the airplane seat screens only to find they were all relating to the Avengers; mostly Tony.

"Sorry, I thought I had my push notifications off for the movie" she sighed, pausing it as she went to dismiss the notification and then turn on do not disturb mode.

"It's okay" Peter reassured her with a tender voice, "I just thought they had to be on airplane mode".

She laughed, "I have an iPhone, so using the internet allows me to send and recieve iMessages still".

Peter grimmaced in embarassment, he should have known that.

Well, he did know it... he just did not remember it at the moment.

It was like all his thoughts and knowledge had dissapeared the second y/n was leaning against him and laughing at the movie they were watching.

"Right, duh" Peter laughed breathily.

"One sec, it's Brad, I should see what he wants" y/n said, Peter's lips instantly forming a pout.

"Brad? Why is he-" he began to ask, stopping as y/n's eyes lifted slowly up to Peter with a look he could not discern.

"So, Brad is offering to switch seats with you if you want" y/n told him, trying to hide her dissapointment from him.

Peter scoffed, "of course he does".

"What?" y/n asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Shaking his head, Peter sighed , "nothing".

"Okay... Well, what do you want me to tell him?" she asked.

Peter pressed his lips into a fine line before speaking, "do you want to sit with him instead?"

"No" y/n said, far too quickly.

"I just know that you got stuck with me, and Brad is with MJ, so you could switch and be where you wanted" y/n stated, forcing the words to come out as emotionally numb as possible.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Peter asked, frustration mixing with confusion on his face.

"What do you mean? I know you like her, so I-" she began softly.

He shook his head to cut her off, "no. Not that. Why do you keep saying I am stuck with you?"

She shrugged, "I wasn't the plan, MJ was. You were forced to sit with me, it's as simple as that".

Peter sighed, running his hand up his forehead and through his hair, "it's really not that simple".

'It's fine Peter" y/n lied, "I just need to know what to tell Brad".

"Y/n, just-" he sighed, closing his eyes briefly as he took a deep breath, "I am serious, it's not that simple. I don't feel stuck sitting with you. You can tell Brad no. I am enjoying sitting here and talking to you. I'm sorry I made it seem like I didn't".

She pondered his words for a moment before nodding, "If you're sure, I will tell him no. But I don't see how that'll help with the MJ thing".

Before he could respond she lied, "I won't take it personal if you chose to switch with Brad to sit with her instead. It's not like I could blame you".

"I am not choosing to switch" Peter told her, "besides, what do you mean you couldn't blame me?"

He watched closely as she composed her thoughts before speaking, his sixth sense on edge again, alerting him that something was wrong/concerning.

"I-" she let out a breathy laugh, "it doesn't matter".

"Yes it does" Peter argued.

As she went to shake her head, Peter added, "it does to me".

She tried to keep her facial features from betraying her sudden and unwaranted delight.

"You already know though Peter, so telling you would be redundant" she pointed out.

"Humor me" Peter requested, beyond confused.

"MJ is super fun, keeps things interesting, pretty, and is nice" y/n explained.

Peter nodded, "okay... right... Annnd?"

"And, that makes her the better choice" she told him, "therefore, as I said, I couldn't blame you for chosing to switch to be next to her".

Peter felt himself practically glare at the words she uttered, "Don't put yourself down like that."

"I'm not putting myself down Peter, I am merely stating my observations" y/n remarked.

He shook his head, lips still at an unnatural angle due to his disagreement, "not everything is as simple as you seem to think it is".

She laughed and shrugged, "believe me, I know".

Y/n was already over the conversation as she could no longer keep pushing him towards MJ, even if it was what she knew he wanted and would hopefully help her move on from her doomed crush on him.

Peter sighed as he leaned back into his seat, "seriously though, don't compare yourself to people, trust me it does no good".

Yn sighed and leaned back into her own seat, "we can agree on that"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"It is taking sooo long" Flash whined, resting his head on the window of their transport.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned to make a joke with Peter only to remember he'd sat with MJ when they swtiched from the plane to their shuttle.

She sighed and looked back to them, watching jealously as Peter smiled and laughed at something MJ said.

As she turned around to face the front again, she saw Ned smirking at Peter in encouragement.

Biting her lip, y/n focused on the side-view mirror of the vehicle to the left and slightly head of their's.

She tried to get her brain to focus on the cute dog the mirror allowed her to see, but it kept going back to MJ and Peter.

Stubbornly, she gripped the seat beneath her as she stared firmly at the mirror, desperate for some distraction.

It wasn't long until she got what she wanted.

Well, sort of.

Before she could react and stop it, the side-view mirror broke off the car and flew towards their shuttle.

Luckily, she was able to get her telekenisis back in regulation and moved the broken car part downwards and slowed its pace.

Everyone gasped as the mirror hit the side of their shuttle, just below the windows.

Y/n felt her breath hitch as she waited to see if anyone made the connection.

But how could they?

No one knew she had powers, much less that those powers could be manipluated by her emotions; such as her jealousy towards MJ and Peter.

When the shuttle driver kept going and new landmarks started to appear, her classmates resumed their previously abandoned activities.

Y/n leaned back against her seat and let her held breath out.

"That was pretty scary huh?" Brad asked, suddenly seated next to her.

She bit her lip and nodded, feeling guilty for having put them at risk over her emotions.

"Guess that means the rest of the trip can only improve huh?" Brad winked, resting his arm on the seat around her.

Y/n was tempted to make it clear to him, yet again, that she was not interested.

However, at least this was a distraction and she could use it to keep everyone safe from her abilities until she could distance herself from Peter and MJ.

"Then maybe some food after" MJ said, laughing as she waved her hand in front of Peter's face.

Peter blushed and snapped his head back to the girl next to him, "I'm sorry, what?"

MJ rolled her eyes, "you were staring at y/n again".

"I-No, I was not- I" Peter mumbled.

Laughing, MJ joked "Oh, must've been Brad you were staring at then".

Peter grimaced at the mention of the guy next to y/n, "No"

MJ shook her head as she laughed again.

Was she right?

Was he really staring over there?

Sure, he was looking her way when whatever it was hit their shuttle.

And, sure, he was still looking at her when Brad joined her and began getting comfortable next to her.

And sure, even as MJ resumed answering the question he asked before, he was lookimg at her.

To be honest, even as he asked MJ the question, he was watching how Y/n was glancing around the vehicle; secereyly hoping to catch her looking his way.

Peter mentally groaned, he really thought he could just keep this simple and choose MJ but things are not that easy it seems.

"Sorry, I just feel bad for abandoning her after the flight" Peter mumbled.

It was true, he did feel bad even as he made the choice he thought was appropriate to proceed with his plans.

Yet, it wasn't the real reason he kept watching her.

Nor was it the reason he was still watching her, now glaring at the back of Brad's head as he noticed hpw his arm was around her seat.

Peter tried to focus on MJ but found it harder than normal.

~~~~~~~~~~

“One sec” Peter said, taking a photo of Yn in the main square, the architecture behind her.

“Thanks Peter!” She smiled talking her phone back

He nodded “of course… you.. look… I think the photo turned out great”.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek at what it sounded like he was going to say.

Holding her composure, she blushed and thanked him.

“When’s the next step in your plan?” she asked to remind herself he wasn’t hers and his interest was MJ.

“Oh I umm I kinda scratched that plan I think” Peter mumbled.

“Really why?” Y/n wondered.

“Like I said on the plane things aren’t as simple as they seem” Peter admitted.

With a raised eyebrow, y/n hummed “well.., then whatcha up to?”

“Just thought I’d sightsee” he lie, having walked around distracted hoping to clear his head.

As they walked silently, suddenly there was a massive wave in the canal making everyone panic.

Peter snapped to face Yn and get her away from whatever it was, but she was no longer at his side.

He panicked and looked back at the water before quickly glancing around the surrounding docks.

His search paused as he noticed Ned and Betty were in a canoe in the canal and were understandably terrified.

While Peter racked his brain for a solution, ideally one that wouldn’t expose his secret identity, he watched their canoe move.

But it wasn’t the direction in which it moved that struck him as odd.

To be fair, the whole incident was odd, but the canoe was moving sideways.

Yet, the insane ripple of water that was causing the chaos it was wasn’t even near the canoe.

Peter glanced up and saw Yn standing under this ledge, slightly hidden from the public.

Squinting, he watched as her fingers on her right hand curled towards her palm, the canoe moving in the same direction.

Peter wasn’t sure if he wanted to gasp or smirk.

He knew something about her was different, but he hadn’t expected this.

When Ned and Betty reached the side of the canal, Yn rushed forward to help them out.

Just as the couple stepped onto the cobblestone, another surge of the water began.

Peter’s eyes widened as it neared y/n.

“Ned, get y/n, MJ, Betty, and everyone back to the hotel” Peter shouted over the chaos.

Y/n felt a flutter in her chest over the simple fact he said her name first, not that it meant anything to him.

Ned complied and started trying to herd the girls and a few other classmates who were still in the area away.

Y/n wanted to help more, but she had no idea what was happening or how to fight it.

So she reluctantly went with Ned, occasionally looking over her shoulder at the scene.

One time when she glanced back, she noticed Peter had disappeared; causing her to panic.

What if the water thing got him?

She was pleased Ned’s focus was now on Betty, and used it to her advantage as she slowed her pace until she was far enough behind to slip away.

Y/n slid behind a wall and looked around before running to where she last saw Peter.

Before she could reach the destination, she saw him.

Except this time, he had webs shooting from his hands and was pulling on two heavy structures with minimal difficulty.

She shook her head, of course he was Spider-Man, it all made sense now.

Her focus snapped back to the scene and she tucked herself around the corner where he wouldn’t be able to see.

Y/n instinctively used her telekinesis to push the buildings back in the direction Peter was trying to pull them.

Satisfied, she began walking closer, only to be stopped by Ned a few seconds later.

“There you are, come on are you crazy? The water is attacking us and you just run off?!” Ned complained.

“Sorry I got scared” she said, a half-truth.

Ned sighed and nodded, “let’s go”.

“What about Peter” y/n asked.

“He should already be back, now come on” he said, covering for Peter.

She always sensed something was off with Ned whenever Peter had something suddenly come up.

Buy, now that she knew why, it was even more clear.

Nonetheless, she couldn’t state this or stay without exposing him and potentially herself, plus most of the chaos died down so she went with Ned.

Y/n smiled softly as MJ sat beside her, wraping her arm around her friend, "glad to see you're okay MJ"

"You too, although I lost track of you there for a little" MJ commented.

Bting her lower lip y/n shrugged, "it was pretty hectic, I got a bit distracted".

"At least its over now" MJ muttered, giving her a small smile.

"He's alright. He's no Spider-Man." Flash remarked about the unknown superhero that was at the canals today.

MJ laughed mockingly and shook her head over Flash once again fanboying over Spider-Man, "What is it with you and Spider-Man?"

"What? He's just awesome, okay? He protects the neighborhood and y'know he's inspiring. He inspires me to be a better man" Flash rambled on.

MJ rolled her eyes and leaned back against the steps as Y/n removed her arm grom her shoulder and adjusted her hairtie to distract her from worrying over Peter.

Fortunately, y/n soon felt a change in the atmosphere and turned her head around the stair banister just as Peter walked in.

Flash saw him at the same time, commenting, "'Sup, dickwad? Thought you drowned",

Brad smirked at the dig and MJ rolled her eyes again as y/n just scanned him for injuries.

Peter ignored Flash and looked over y/n and MJ.

"So how much of that did you see?" Peter asked, eyes landing on y/n.

Before she could respond, MJ cut in, "Not much. I was running".

Peter's eyes snapped to her and then back to y/n briefly before looking at MJ again, "Right. Me too. I was also running... away."

Y/n bit her lip as she wanted nothing more than to melt to the floor and slide away from them and their conversation.

"So Paris tomorrow. Go to the Eiffel Tower. Should be great, it's on your bucket list right?" Peter commented, bringing her attention back to the group.

Y/n smiled gratefully at him and nodded.

But once again, just as she was about to respond, MJ interrupted "I read it was secretly built as a mind-control antenna to create an army of the insane."

Y/n felt herself deflate and forced herself to look away from their conversation, making eye contact with the only other person seemingly noticing this parituclar side conversation, Brad.

"Oh" is all Peter said, and unbeknownst to y/n, his eyes are focused on her.

Had she not been using all her might to ignore the situation around her, her powers would have allowed her to realize what was truly happening.

But she was too disappointed and hurt to not completely shut out the conversation and his presence.

However, the wink Brad sends her way makes her even more frustrated.

Why couldn't Brad go for MJ and Peter be interested in her?

Sighing, she turned her focus back to her positiion between two of her best friends as she tried to find a way to politely excuse herself.

"Which is why it's my favorite destination on the whole trip" MJ flirts with a smug smile over at Peter.

At that, y/n no longer looked for a polite way to get out of it, she had to flee immediately as she felt her hands warm as her power ebbed with her emotions.

"Y/n?" Peter called after her as she suddenly stood and started up the stairs.

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[odditycircus-2002]

I enjoyed hearing all your What-Ifs with MK1 Medusa!Reader,

So Imma throw my own hat in the ring! Don't worry, this isn't canon to my headcanons or the story I have in mind. I'm just spitballing.

Spoilers if you have yet to see or play Mortal Kombat 1 Storymode or its tower endings.

Y'all remember when Shang Tsung found a well of souls in his ending? What if Medusa!Reader joined the manhunt for Shang Tsung and came across his island along with Baraka, Syzoth, and Li Mei? Somehow, Y/N separates from the group and comes across the well of souls.

They whisper to her, beckoning her to look into the well. Ideas that she tried to keep in the back of her mind come intruding to the forefront of it. Ideas include using more forbidden forms of magic to finally cure Tarkat by utilizing some significant form of magic somehow. Those souls could give her the power to heal all her patients and improve upon them so they're never sick again! She could save Barka. She doesn't have to lose him if she somehow learns to harness this mystical power...

A power that Y/N is unaware of how it could drive her to madness and corrupt even her purest intentions. So it really worth the price?

(I got the idea of it driving her to madness from Betty from Adventure Time)

[gatheringbones]

[“The first label hurled at me was “pornographer.” I was angry and hurt. How could anyone find my beautiful classical nudes pornographic? But I soon learned that name-calling was at the heart of censorship. The real issue at stake was freedom to think, freedom to fantasize, freedom to imagine the unimaginable—in short, the freedom to be creative. My healing began when I stopped defending myself and embraced the label. “Yes, I’m a feminist pornographer who believes in artistic freedom.” Next came the pejorative hiss, “Lesbian!” which was supposed to intimidate me back into passive female conformity. “Yes, I’m a lesbian who loves both women and men.” When the ultimate degradation of “Whore!” was hurled at me, I welcomed that label, too. “Yes, I’m a whore, a sacred prostitute, an ancient temple priestess who serves the goddess of love and abundance.” Taking on all the labels allowed me to claim my personal power, and to stand my ground.”]

betty dodson, from orgasms for one: the joy of selfloving

[iheartgod175]

Huckleberry Hound — Avenger I

He moves in the shadows, darkness being his only companion in his path towards the light. His heroic spirit, tempered and matured through many trials, shines through even the blackest of skies. Celestial Warrior, Avenger I, descends upon the battlefield.

The town of Jellystone has driven many a mayor to an asylum. Yet Huckleberry has held the chair for a whopping three terms, with talks of a fourth looming on the horizon. At first glance, it’s easy to see why he’s popular. Coolheaded, unflappable, and possessing the classic laidback Southern charm, he’s seen as a beacon of normalcy in a town where get-rich-quick schemes and other shenanigans run rampant. Aside from a side note about him hailing from North Carolina, however, not much is known about his personal life, mostly because not many get too close. To many in town, although he is a well known public figure, he is often seen as a mysterious, steely-eyed and silent-type stranger.

And if one were to ask Huckleberry Hound, he’d be happy to hear it, because he’d prefer it if things stayed that way.

By day, he’s the untouchable, coolheaded mayor of Jellystone. By night, he is the fearsome and devastating Avenger. He appears to be a regular hound, but in reality, he is a Celestial, ethereal beings of mysterious origins with powers that have been sought after by many, and attained by few. As the name implies, Celestials are not of this Earth, but are born in the deepest parts of the galaxy. As one of the pure Celestials, he can summoned like a creature of myth, often called upon by those who have been grieved and betrayed. Huckleberry is a member of the Warrior class, and while many other Celestials surpass him in both power and combat prowess, he is not to be underestimated. As his name implies, he takes swift vengeance on wrongdoers, often in precise, yet brutal ways—and even if he loses a battle, he will give his opponent his all in combat, commanding their respect.

His umbrakinesis and his dark armor contrast heavily against his personality, which has led to several people, even his fellow Celestials, to believe that he is evil. He attacks his targets with soldier-like precision and dedication, with the goal of protecting the town he now calls home from any and all threats. This reflects his inner desire to serve, and as such, he will not raise his sword against anybody under false pretenses or without justification. He wants no praise for his actions, instead only wishing that the people who summon him are at least put at peace. As such, when his assignment is complete, his powers will lull those who summon him into deep sleep. Those who speak of Avenger afterwards can only describe his armor and demeanor—how his kindness contrasted heavily against his armor. He has an important Astral Skill, which allows him to both heal others and release their souls. In accordance with his powers, however, he will only do so if it’s the deceased’s will that they return or leave.

This was supposed to happen to Droop-a-Long Coyote, who sought immediate justice for the murder of his sister Betty, and inadvertently summoned him. One could imagine Huckleberry’s surprise when the coyote, who worked at the town hall as an intern, immediately came to him and thanked him for what he did for his little sister.

Huckleberry was so stunned that he could only utter one word:

“How?

—

I started Avenger after I finished the line art for Bugs, but didn’t get around to finishing him. However, I got it done over the weekend and I absolutely LOVE how he turned out! Those fabric markers did come in handy!

You knew I had to doodle Huck again before I do the others, LOL XD. And I will do a proper profile for Droopy and the others soon. But yeah, look at him and how cool he turned out!

Next one will hopefully be Reaper. I have an idea for how to design him at long last, and I have had a hankering to draw Ricochet again, so you can expect him soon!

Enjoy!

[moronic-validity]

oh wow cool!!

If you're still writing winterkov stuff I'm a little sucker for angst so... one day winter gets extremely mad and accidentally well, ends up killing simon. You can go from there 😈😈😈 - evil anon

Oh dope, I wind up writing a lot of these by sheer virtue of being a horror writer, so uh...

warnings: character death, abuse, honestly, I didn't even register the mad part so there's no blazing fit of anger (sorry).

Not sure what age limit to smack on this because it's not smut, so I guess just viewer discretion advised?

It was a stupid fight, truly.

They had been in plenty of fights before, harsh words thrown with ease, doors slammed, egos bruised. They moved on. It was their way of things.

And it worked for them.

They never grew violent towards one another, Simon credited it to being his nature, never one to be able to stomach violence.

The bruise forming across his left cheek said otherwise.

The bruise forming across his left cheek was a stark reminder that Winter wasn't Simon.

It was a stupid fight, truly.

That's why he felt no inclination to leave, why would he flee his home over a stupid fight. They were just bickering like an old married couple. The bruise on his face was his own fault, he should learn to watch his step (or his mouth).

He began to speak quieter, make his movements softer, always sure to do what made the King happy.

He never knew what made the King happy.

Before the first bruise could heal fully, they got into another spat and Winter shoved him into a wall with enough force to concuss him.

It was a stupid fight, truly.

His phone was broken and his only hope was that Prismo could hear him. Could hear him praying at night, begging to go back home.

To the people that cared about him, to the people who treated him as an equal, instead of a living punching bag.

He prayed to Golb often in those days, hoping that any remnant of his dear Betty would take pity on him and turn him into one of those wretched Tetris blocks, anything but this.

No God or higher power saw it fit to pity the older man.

It was a stupid fight, truly.

Winter heard him crying in his sleep.

The spot in his chest that once leapt with glee at the very sight of the man, twinged with disgust.

To his credit, he was merciful, or as merciful as he could bring himself to be.

He held the pillow over Simon's face far longer than he needed to, ignoring the panicked thrashing and clawing at his arms.

He had no reason to keep him.

Death found Simon Petrikov exactly how he had once feared it would, in bed, alone, and cold.

It was a stupid fight, truly.

[velvetwarfare]

just as a general PSA

I WRITE DARK THEMES. PRIMARILY DARK THEMES OVER MANY OTHER GENRES.

folks. I play a character that’s been ABUSED, NEGLECTED, TRAUMATIZED, DRIVEN MAD, AND DOWNRIGHT SADOMASOCHISTIC. she canonically, in her own storyline, HAS NEVER ONCE HAD A MOMENT OF HEALING IN ANY OF HER LIVES. as such, she acts out of sole instinct and experience, having 0 fucking idea how to behave normally and even begin to heal. betty was never written to be watered down — she was meant to DISTURB AND DISPLAY WHAT HAPPENS TO SOMEONE WHO CHOOSES TO USE THEIR TRAUMA AS A POWER TRIP AND BECOME A VILLAIN AS OPPOSED TO USE IT AS FUEL TO DO BETTER.

of course, I tag my triggers accordingly and have no issue tagging more for everyone’s comfort.

but this is who betty is. it do very well be like that.