#breaking the fourth wall whoops

[junespriince]

Barry: happy pride month my gays!! *Gives gay cake he baked to his kids for breakfast*

Them: thanks... Ig????

Wally: happy pride to you too dad.

Barry, confused: thanks kid, but I'm not gay.

Wally, drops fork and looks at him: are... Are you sure?

Barry: very, I'm straight and I love Iris.

Bart: are you sure about that?

Ace: sus in chat.

Wally, dealing with homophobic Dick: not here too

Iris: does Hal know?

Thad: does Leonard know!?

Barry: I'm not gay with them tho, I mean sure I give Hal a good luck kiss, and Leo had us a nice little picnic last Tuesday but that's just friends being friends.

Wally, slowly dying: how does this happen!? How!? Okay writers I get it I suffer for funnies but why this!?

Thad: tsk tsk, you broke Wally.

Bart: that's just.... Bad...

Iris, wipes dawn little baby face: honey....

Ace: is your straightness in the room with us?

Barry: but.... Wait, you mean— oh God, Iris I didn't know I'm so sorry i—

Iris: babe, no, I'm sorry I just assumed we were in a ploy relationship,,,, do you want to have some time to think about this?

Barry: please?

Iris: okay, go on and take your time, run it out, Wally, baby, you'll be helping me with the twins

Wally: yeah, sure, just let me text a few people real quick.

Bart: and I thought I was bad at this. Kon owes me 50 bucks now.

[aninonimosstuff-blog]

What did you have to leave behind as you fled TurboTime? Anything/anyone you had to say goodbye to?

[thewhizzyhead]

being a busy ass student with student journalism gigs on one hand and comm academic shit on the other is very interesting because with the jam-packed life I live I only really get to breathe at like late lAAATE night when no one can bother me about my responsibilities other than myself. that being said that's also when creative brain goes into overdrive and now misfits finally has the final draft of its opening number woo

[viciouslyfilthy]

Joy and Prosperity.

((What started off as a small dash comm. ic as Sün turned into a whole ass mini OC interaction djdjd enjoy some new year angst (?) Writing with everyone's favourite old man group !! Happy New Year 🐀🐀))

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"It's my... hmm.. what a human would call birthday~ and I've been away far too long from my beloved, loyal guardians and defenders of my flock~" the Summer spirit cheerfully declared as he stomped into view.

The gang's all here! The other six sins sat by a long table, within what seemed to be a cave-like structure; it's 'walls' were littered with human skulls and overall remains, barely lit by torches some of Sün's cult members had set up.

Claude shifted nervously in his seat: they were deep within the Catacombs of Paris. He hated this place. It reeked of death and dread.

"Bring me a glass of water! Immédiatement! (Immediately!)" The aristocrat demanded as he looked over from his seat to where some members of the flock were located, hooded figures hidden within a tunnel entrance, watching from afar curiously.

"With all due respect, My Lord, if we want to get specific- this date of the year would be according to the Gregorian Calendar." Freddy spoke up, his emerald green eyes watching as a sheepish, hooded follower brought Claude his requested drink- which he pompously snatched away from the person's gentle grasp, causing them to flinch and quickly retreating back to where they belonged. Far from the table.

The personification of Wrath continued, "There are many, many different calendars depending on time periods, cultures- old and recent... that mark different dates of when the 'world' would have 'started', in a way. You understand." He said, before Eden quickly chipped in:

"Y-yes! He's right!"

"And even with our oldest recorded calendar... the mesolithic arrangement, dating all the way to back 8 thousand years Before Christ, as you'll know-" Freddy paused again, expecting Eden to continue- to which he wasted no time:

"The exact timing, date of the very 'beginning' of our life, more importantly- yours... fro-..from the moment you begun to breathe o-on this planet... to when you actually became self-aware and concious as an entity... remains to be unclear and unknown, eh.." the priest trailed off, resting both of his bony old hands over his belly, shyly smiling. Happy to share information alongside his best friend.

"Yes?" Sün simply asked, leaning over the table as two of his claws tapped on it's wooden surface.

The rat-priest awkwardly had a staring match with the deity, growing uncertain if he was meant to reply...

"Are you both quite done with your history lesson?" Sün asked once he was met with silence, his tone condescending. The air tensed up a little with this response.

"I've said this before, and I'll say it again: I do not care for date accuracies. What matters is the planet having successfully spun around, completing the three-hundred-sixty-five solar days. Another year... not in celebration of my birth, you fools. My aging is not as limited as a human or an animal, to be celebrated; another year in celebratrion of the very planet WE LIVE ON!" Sün suddenly screamed, his tone abruptly going from calm and collected- to absolute fury as he slammed a clenched, clawed fist down on the table and causing it to shake.

This caught off guard many of the sins- Claude choked on his drink, causing it to spill over his chest a little; Rotgut and Eden flinched back in their seat; Jeremiah simply lifted his head up from his palm and his gaze finally focusing on the angered God, and Willy practically fell out of his chair with a yelp and cowered in fear, pathetically hiding behind Eden's chair, shakingly clutching at his clothing.

Freddy was the only one that remained perfectly still and unphased by Sün's reaction, although he begun to sweat as he nervously looked down at his hands, worrying for his friend's safety.

Silence. Some cult members could be heard whispering amongst themselves.

"I keep this beauty alive. My heart makes it thrive with life. I want what my essence keeps alive to be cared for and praised. And I myself want to be given the respect and acknowledgement I deserve." He rambled as his heavy footsteps echoed, he circled around the table, observing each and every one of the sins.

Willy scrambled underneath the table, fearfully hugging Eden's legs as Sün's walking pace slowed as he approached the rat-priest, until he fully stopped right behind him. Eden didn't dare turn around, he was shaking with dread and fear. His rats within him squirmed and anxiously gnawed on his bones.

"And what do I get instead?" Sün asked condescendingly as a clawed, dark hand gently wrapped around the old priest's neck, "Disappointment. With useless information I have lived through." His warm grip quickly intensifying in heat and tightening around him. The poor man could feel his rats, his precious babies, squeak in fear and worming around his insides in an attempt to get away from the heat.

They would burst out of him. They didn't want to, but they would dig their way out in an instinctive attempt to escape the rising heat, just like that one old torture method...

Freddy's hands clutched together with anxiety, though he kept an emotionless face; Rotgut seemed to want to say something, but he felt... cowardice, he felt his words would hold no value even if he tried, Sün would just brush him aside, no...?

Finally, as if by miracle, liquid getting splashed on the cruel deity's hand caught his (and Eden's) attention; the heat quickly vanished and his grip softened.

Claude held his empty glass before the both of them, it dripped some droplets of water still; he was standing up from his chair.

"Suffit. (Enough.) " He mused, his tone flat and slightly bothered- as if he was watching some high school drama and was annoyed by it.

"Indeed. I think that would be enough for all of us." Freddy chimed in, suddenly grabbing the God's wretched hand and tearing it from his friend's neck with force as he, too, stood up from his chair. Now he did have an expression on his face: frustration, anger.

Eden gulped heavily, his rats still tense but slightly more relaxed; he stumbled his way up, avoiding Sün like the plague as he speed-walked to the other side of the table with Willy in tow, the wild fox-man absolutely terrified still- he couldn't even choke up one word, only heavy breathing.

"Unless you wish to start your new year by starting petty fights in front of your flock, when we're all supposed to bask in your glory, hm?" The scientist added, now using that same condescending tone.

"Wouldn't that be hypocritcal and embarassing, My Lord?" He practically hissed that title between gritted teeth as he stared daggers into Sün's glowing pupils, the ponytail holder beginning to make a sizzling sound before breaking and freeing the man's milky-white locks; his mane growing warm as the tips of his hair became almost flame-like.

"Drama de ano novo... de novo. Exatamente o que eu desejava. (new year drama... again. Just what I wished for.)" Jeremiah mumbled to himself quietly in a sarcastic tone as he rubbed his eyes with two fingers, tired of this already.

"... very well." Sün replied, his collected tone 'miraculously' returning- although he tore his hand away from Freddy's grip.

They both continued to silently stare at eachother for a moment, as if they were intensely fighting only with eachother's gaze. And just like that they parted ways, Freddy going over to be by his friend's side.

"I suppose it would be more of a waste of my valuable time..." the deity continued,

"Such a little thing such as a rat wouldn't be worth the punishment during such an important but short event... even if the year date of our universe never changes...ah, the 'canon', as the modern term puts it." Sün chuckled lightly at pronouncing that 'modern' word.

[iloveboysinred]

Hiiii how are you ??

Hope your okay, would it be possible to have a lil smuty keith x afab reader fic, at the episode where they go to the pool that allura told them about (I don't remember wich episode it was), and like he gets all flustered from seing reader in her bikini, and a lil jealous cus lance tries flirting with reader.

Ofc take ur time, and I hope you rest well !!!!<3<3

Rendezvous | [Keith Kogane]

mdni 18+ content | Keith Kogane x afab! reader

cw; explicit sexual content, p in v sex, jealous Keith, rough sex, mean Keith, spanking, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, not really canon adjacent.

hi! I'm doing okay, it took a lot of will (and spliffs) to write this since writers block and lack of motivation has been whooping my ssssaa. Anywho, I hope you enjoy!

masterlist

Landing on a tropical planet for a temporary break was like a dream come true for you and the other paladins. The warm, humid climate almost made it feel like you were all back home on a regular sunny day. The whole crew had decided to spend their break time differently, fully taking advantage of the few hours of peace, savoring every second of paradise before you were up and running around space again.

Shiro had decided to take the productive route, opting to spend his time strengthening his bond with the black lion, deeming it absolutely necessary after the recent battle against Zarkon, where he almost took complete control of the vessel. Pidge and Hunk spent there's in the kitchen, no doubt creating new recipes with the food items collected on weekly supply hauls from local planets. Allura had been in her room all day, playing games like dress up and hide n' seek with her mice, the castle walls echoing her laughter while Coran made some maintenance repairs to the castle.

You, Keith and Lance had mutually agreed to share the pool, the rising temperature of the castle prompting you to finally wear your bikini. It was a simple but sexy red once piece, the panty accentuating the curve of your hips and the connecting top snuggly holding your breasts in place.

Keith shamelessly eyed you down as soon as he saw you, his face slightly flushing at the sight of your exposed skin. It was fun, seeing him so flustered-- especially knowing he had seen it all before. You played coy, bending over in front of him to pick up something you had "dropped" and adjusting your breasts in the bikini top over and over again, making sure he caught the way they settled back in to place, knowing exactly what was going through his mind, his hungry gaze making it all the more obvious.

You knew you took it too far, though, when you began to play around with Lance. The two of you splashed at each other, swimming around the pool competitively. Lance's natural affinity to water made it hard to keep up. He swam circles around you, calling out flirty little comments as he doused you in water whenever he got the chance. Keith remained in rigid silence, watching the both of you interact with a furrow in his brow. You could tell he was irked, his expression twisting into one you knew well the closer you got to Lance. He was Jealous. Brazenly so.

It was that same jealousy that had you where you were now-- bent over in the pool storage room, your hands gripping onto the wire shelf in front of you. The shelf rattled against the wall from the movement of your bodies, Keith rocking you back and fourth on his dick. The grip he had on your hips was bruising, his fingers digging into your skin as he fucked into you, his teeth grit tight, trying hard to keep his groans of pleasure concealed. You had less self control, your moans and whines for more echoing through the room, all shame and fear of getting caught out the window the second he entered you. He pressed his chest to your back, the bikini you had been wearing discarded and forgotten somewhere in the room, leaving your body completely open to his touch. He huffed and groaned into your ear, his hands leaving your hips to roam up and down your body, coming up to knead and fondle your breasts, squeezing them roughly while he thrust into you.

"Keith s-slow down" you gasped, the breath barley able to escape your lungs, your mouth hanging open in ecstasy when his fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles over the bud and effectively putting a pause to your pleas. "Slow down, baby?" he grunted, his voice a deep rasp in your ear, sounding nothing like the gentle lover you knew so well. "I thought this was what you wanted" he pulled you closer to his body, grinding his hips into your ass, the tip of his dick pressing into you deep. The vicious pace of his hips combined with the euphoric stimulation on your clit was starting to make your vision blur. "Parading around that asshole in that tight, fucking bikini." he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, making you cry out. "You think he could fuck you better than me? huh?" his hips snapped into you, hitting your sweet spot with abandon, the obscene squelching of your pussy made you flustered, the erotic noises made you cover your face from his view as your body fell apart beneath him.

He took in a breath, delivering a stinging swat to your ass when you didn't speak. "What, you don't hear me talking to you?" he sneered, smirking in satisfaction as you trembled beneath him, your quivering pussy gushing from your still building arousal. His hands came down to your ass, kneading the fat in his hands to soothe the sting. "C'mon baby, tell me what I wanna hear" he panted against your ear, his hips never ceasing their assault, the thick head of his dick abusing your sweet spot over and over and over. "A-ah, ah! no, k-keith no" you answered, your words fading from coherency to mindless broken words and babbles, your brain foggy from the pleasure buzzing up and down your veins. "mmmh, good girl" you felt him smile against the nape of your neck, grabbing your chin to swing your face around, leaving a bruising kiss against your swollen lips. You whined into his mouth feeling your body begin to tense, your swollen clit pulsing from the continuous stimulation from his fingers.

Right when you were on the brink of your high, your body contorting in pleasure from your impending orgasm--he pulled out of you quicker than you could blink. You whipped around to look at him in shock, eyes glossy with unshed tears. He acted oblivious, casually tucking his still hard dick away into his swim trunks. You watched him in silent outrage as he picked up the forgotten bikini, setting it down on the shelf in front of you.

"Keith, you can't be fucking serious" you gasped, your boyfriend giving you a sheepish shrug in response, "What, can't take what you dish out?" you scowled at him, frustration shooting up your spine at his snarky remark, your legs shakily holding you up as you struggled to slip the bikini back on. Keith chuckled, pressing one last needy kiss to your lips. "I think I'll head back to my room..I've had enough swimming for today" he whispered against your lips, his words holding a double meaning, an invitation. He pulled away from you, rendering you breathless as he walked out the door, leaving you no choice left but to follow, pouncing on him as soon as you reached his quarters.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

blurb prompt: Steve and driving lessons?

“Babe—”

Steve’s voice was a weak warning. You can hear the wince in his words, the undisguised nerves that linger on his lips as you direct his beloved car a little too close to a brick wall.

“I got it, I got it,” you murmur, your voice slightly more panicked than his, if only just. Your back is ramrod straight, shoulders tense as you clutch the steering wheel at ten and two o’clock, just like the textbooks tell you to. You over correct just slightly, the car veering sharply to the left. “Fuck, I got it, right?”

You chanced a look at the boy in the passenger seat, his eyes a little wide but his face pretty all the same. Steve was clutching at the dashboard, his knuckles white but he nodded, smiling at you in a way that far too soft for the situation.

“Yeah, honey, you got it,” Steve praised and he took his free hand and settled in on top of yours, his covering your entire fist and the gear stick too. “I’m gonna help you, okay? We’re gonna slide into fourth, push the clutch, alright?”

You did as you were told, movements a little jerky and the car stuttered but didn’t stall. You grinned and the engine revved a little too hard but the BMW sailed safely around the street light in the middle of the empty parking lot. It wasn’t exactly a large obstacle, nor was it Main Street during rush hour, but you felt warm with pride all the same.

You let out a little whoop of joy, your shoulders relaxing for the first time in the hour. Steve beamed, his thumb running over the bumps of your knuckles and he nodded towards the empty lot, encouraging you to keep going.

“Atta’ girl, keep it at fifteen baby, take it easy and go right down the bottom, yeah?”

Again, you did as instructed, legs less jittery than before and Steve moved his hand to your knee as you tackled the stick shift yourself, the car jerking only a little as you slowed and moved it back into third gear. And when you reached the end of the lot, you made sure to check your mirrors and pull up on the parking break before grabbing at the boy’s collar.

Steve let you pull at him willing, his grin proud and a little smug as he bumped his nose against yours, lips parted and waiting for your kiss.

“Told you, you could do it,” he murmured against your mouth, his lashes tickling your cheeks. “Gotta listen to me more, babe, I’m always right.”

[cyraspirit]

I was re-watching “Riders of Berk” and talking about “Race to the edge” with a friend and here are some highlights:

1. The gang did use dragon nip in “What Flies Beneath”:

And this happened:

2. My friend is the person Snotlout is based off of. Also in “What Flies Beneath”, when Hiccup jumps into the Whispering Death’s tunnel:

Fishlegs: I’m so glad I’m not down there with him

My friend: Push him!!

Snotlout (after pushing Fishlegs): Whoops 😂

My friend: 😳😂

3. In Breakneck bog, my friend said one of the funniest things ever:

My friend: How are they excreting this fog? Where’s it coming from?

Me: Just wait.

My friend: I mean, the show’s about dragons, so they’re just dragons with really bad gas?

(This genuinely should’ve been a storyline at this point.)

4. Toothless is the cutest dragon.

5. Hiccup sass is iconic at this point.

6. The future could’ve been avoided had Hiccup let the twins and Snotlout dump Johann back into the sea in “Breakneck bog”

7. Ruff and Tuff are one of the few characters who can break the fourth wall without things seeming obvious:

Tuff: How does he always have the dragon blade?

Ruff: We’ve discussed this, Hiccup Haddock is a magical being. We haven’t seen two perfect of his magic abilities.

8. According to my friend, the twins are from the future:

(Buffalord Soldier) Tuff: I decided to eat some mouldy bread. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know but, bam, instantly cured.

(Defenders of the Wing part 1) Tuff: Only he can find the confidence which he is now lacking. He needs to go to a seminar.

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

Something about the Hatchetfield trilogy villains being able to break the fourth wall only after they gain the power of the Lord(s) In Black.

In TGWDLM, Paul and Emma acknowledge the audience as a shrub-lined alleyway, while the apotheosis addresses them throughout, specifically in the opening and closing numbers. And only then does Emma acknowledge them, as she's been infected and is screaming for help.

In Black Friday, the audience is addressed by that one Joey-played villain whose name I don't remember rn when he has one hold an apple (and maybe more I don't remember).

In NPMD, Max interacts with the audience after coming back, including telling them to shut up. And then Grace interacts only after it's revealed she kept the book ("did you think I'd stop with him?").

Yet another convoluted reason for me to say I like the stage version over the soundtrack.

Edit: Whoops. Nvm

[og-deadpool]

It's me baby!!

Well hiya! I'm just here to see what's going on around the island, and join in all on the fun activities! If you see me out and about, don't worry about it and mind your business <3 You can call me Deadpool, Pool, Wade - whatever floats your little boat really. Don't be disrespectful - I DO have access to a whole whack of guns and swords, and I might have a couple screws loose, so it would be best not to forget that - Whoops, I really didn't mean for that to sound threatening, hehe!

Other than that, here are some basic rules from the owner of the blog:

This is an adult run blog - I am 28 and I would rather keep interactions with minors to a minimum

I'm going to try to keep this guy close to in character as I can - he will be ... An unhinged, slightly violently, excessively flirty, pansexual mess of a man.

NSFW asks/content is fine - nothing too explicit (I'll just ignore it) but anything that even veers in that direction with other blogs will need to have ages attached.

While I don't have problems with minors interacting with this blog, again he is unhinged and can come across as quite rude - if that's an issue, please just don't interact or block if you need to!

#deadpool answers will be used when answering asks

#sharing is caring dp will be used for reblogs

#Deadpool Fourth Wall Break will be used for fortography / in game shots and videos

[ ] and [[ ]] will be used for the white/yellow voices in his head and italics for whenever he's talking with them even though he says it out loud - if it's in the [ ] then it's not something that can be heard by others

(( )) will be used for anytime its OOC/me talking

[dragonagecompanions]

Why do you think Varric made the Inquisitor a Comte? Wouldn’t that make them outrank him? Dumar seemed pretty powerless and I always thought that Varric got shoved in the rule to make him in charge of the recovery of Kirkwall but not actually of Kirkwall?

Sweet gentle anon, I know it was not your intention but you have stumbled into one of my favorite conversational topics and I hope you are ready for the fall out.

Welcome, children, to Fereldone talks about Thedas' Geo/Theopolitical bullshit!

(tl:dr at the bottom)

So, very important things to know going in: Kirkwall's political history is weird. Founded by the Tevinter Imperium in -620 Ancient (which is DA equivalent of BC/BCE, or the time before the ages ascribed to history by the chantry), it was a mining city. After a slave tried to kill the Archon the Magisterium decided they needed to start importing- and presumably breaking the will of- slaves farther from the heart of the imperium and thus the City of Chains gained purpose.

I could throw a lot of facts and names at you, but here's the basics-- it housed millions of slaves over hundreds of years, at the end of the ancient age they rebelled and overthrew it. Kirk means black in Alamarri, the stone they mined there was jet black, and so Kirkwall (black walls) becomes a Free city. It suffered during the fourth blight in the Exalted Age (fifth age, for those keeping score at home), was conquered by the Qunari in the Storm Age (seventh age) and was then conquered by the Orlesians. Orlais was on a roll with the whole 'we own everything whoops killed your ancestral leaders', but in the Blessed age (eighth age) the people retaliate and overthrow the empire to regain independence.

For reasons I can only assume are laziness and a desire not to change all the paperwork, the leader of Kirkwall is still referred to by the Orlesian word Viscount/Viscomte. Bear with me, this is important later.

We are now in the early dragon age (9th age, and when Inquisition happens). The first two rulers of free Kirkwall sucked. Basically they blockaded their own port and made people pay a fortune to get in and trade. This didn't sit well with the Chantry, who would much rather do that themselves, and in 9:14 Divine Beatrix II (later saved by Cassandra!) tells the Templars to strong arm him into submission talk some sense into the viscount.

The knight commander is killed in the exchange, and so his second command Meredith Stannard steps up to try her hand at negotiations. It goes poorly, so she arrests and jails the Viscount and essentially takes control of the city with full Chantry approval. Now the Templars are essentially in control of the city, and so they appoint a puppet leader (Dumar) to play act in control. But Meredith is actually in charge, and everyone knows it.

Including Elthina, who named her Knight Commander. This is why the Chantry never actually does anything about templar abuses.

So! If you are still with me, this is where Viscount becomes important. There are some wibbly bits about how you treat Sebastian Vael in DA2, but essentially Kirkwall decides that it's time to be an actual city state and not a poorly run Theocracy. As the only man with a plan (and the money and influence to do it), Varric steps in to help his home town. Ecstatic at not being responsible for that, the nobles (comtes) band together and put him in charge.

So while yes, in Orlais Viscount be beneath comte, Kirkwall has been so broken up and conquered and messed with over the years that names and titles are meaningless. In my personal opinion, Varric ennobles the inquisitor so that they will always have a staunch ally amongst the backbiting Kirkwaller nobles. It's also a nice and generous a decent thing to do, of course, but Varric is very good at making something do a lot of things for him all at once.

(Also, Varric knows exactly what that key does. He just ensured that someone smart enough and invested enough in peace will always be able to either open or close the harbor--making sure that the people who depend on him will be safe no matter what.)

Personally, the Trespasser epilouge is useless. It's the result of not having a head writer to review things, and the sweet but misguided attempt to give us closure if DA4 never happened. Hawke doesn't come back to Kirkwall. They are in Weisshaupt (if not in the Fade), and that plotIine will likely be in the final game. The Inquisition in whatever form it still has will be heading north, possibly with Kirkwall as an operating base, and this way the Inquisitor (who is confirmed to not be playabe in DA4) will have a reason to be there and not in Tevinter.

That's my read, anyway.

tl;dr Kirkwall has weird history that led to odd ways of organizing their nobility, Varric wants friends in places almost as high as him, shit's going down in the north and I think the inquisitor will be in Kirkwall so the writers needed a reason to put them there.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

Mod Fereldone

[tiredemzz]

FIORA CARMICHAEL HCS ::

☔︎ - doesn’t remember much of her childhood, does remember that her family decided to leave her in the woods until the fish head found her.

☔︎ - vanya decided to teach Fiora about music and it made her feel comfortable and happy since Fiora would listen to classical music or rock to smooth her down since the demon herself has a bit of a anger issues.

☔︎ - her and five r the emeries to friends to lovers type duo, I love them alright?

☔︎ - probably would wear a shirt that saids ‘me and five r friends?? wat-‘ /j

☔︎ - gets along with klaus, vanya and sometimes five when he’s not a jerk lel

☔︎ - at first.. the umbrella academy members didn’t like fiona b/c they thought she was evil but as months went by.. one by one in private conversations they started to treat fiona like she was a normal person and like she was apart of the family :) (some members didn’t think she was evil like klaus and vanya -v-)

☔︎ - doesn’t really know about dolores, but pretty sure that she doesn’t wanna know about her b/c she’s none of her business lel

☔︎ - drinks rootbeer in her own time b/c she isn’t in a mood for alcohol or a margarita

☔︎ - secretly smokes cigarettes in her own time b/c she smokes when she’s tired of bullshit that’s thrown at her :p

☔︎ - she basically got her demon powers by a evil scientist that her adopted father hired to do dangerous experiments on her, she sadly died during one of the experiments and was brought back in her 13 yr old body. (so sorry if this doesn’t make any sense, she’s a work in progress. + she has more powers then her demon ones.)

☔︎ - pretty much cusses once in a while, can’t control it tho whoops

☔︎ - she secretly can shape shift and clone herself but she doesn’t show those two extra powers b/c she keeps them to herself

☔︎ - pretty much is bisexual, pronouns r she/they/her

☔︎ - doesn’t like when you yell at her, makes her upset and angry

☔︎ - doesn’t really like lila that much

☔︎ - likes to break the fourth wall >:)

☔︎ - can’t stand loud ass noises or sounds

☔︎ - loves animals sm, doesn’t like kids that much

☔︎ - can’t stand relationships or romance stuff, makes her throw up inside and makes her cringe

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yall liked the hcs? I do too lel

what are your thoughts on Fiona? let me know in the comments lel

If you got any ideas on her, feel free to tell me :)

[irl-batsignal]

WHY DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM... (once more, hibiscus proceeds to be terrible at secret identities) (has revealed self on two blogs already) -🌺

because i dont just look at rp bloggers<3

Whoops whats a fourth wall break. Haha. Ignore that

Ignore that.

I'm just a great detective, being raised by batman

[hellfiresky]

I’m Hellfire (they/them). I cosplay my own Mandalorian OC and write a The Clone Wars fanfic inspired by her. What started as a simple backstory has spiraled into a full-fledged story—and we’re now at Chapter 20 (whoops lol). Eventually, it’ll develop into a Rex/F!OC extremely slow-burn story.

Have a look if you’re interested:

Ge'tal Solus, an exiled Mandalorian anarchist, has carved out a life in the depths of Coruscant during the Clone Wars. Navigating the galaxy as a bounty hunter, she does whatever it takes to survive in the underworld. Despite her disdain for the forces of the Republic, Ge'tal finds herself drawn into the conflict, ironically aiding the very clones she mistrusts. In a galaxy torn by war, can she reconcile her beliefs with her actions?

[or]

The Clone Wars from the eyes of a "civilian" with their own issues, doubts, and contrasting ideology that doesn't necessarily side with the Republic or the Separatists. Exploring how clone troopers are imagined to be, mostly, in their downtime, presented in a narrative style inspired by Fleabag's fourth-wall-breaking storytelling. This is an OC-focused story. Somewhat political and lots of swearing. Most chapters have connections to canon episodes, books, and legends.

[tekras-iszovh]

// me voice what if part of tekras doom powers started breaking narrative boundaries and such. more than they already do considering he can quite literally affect it directly (I hinted at this like last year but never had vibes for it until lately). He's too active-class not to reach this wall at some point. Anyways if he breaks the fourth wall he's still going to be in the computer so he's gonna have to break the fifth wall and that won't work either. He just meets himself. Like a mirror. Whoops. Yada yada. I let him pull the strings that's how his powers work

// ANYWAYS. i think it would be hilarious if every character who broke out of their personal or overarching narrative can talk to eachother in that like higher dimension like hello how are you hello we are up here

[renapomissing]

Comic Sonic Super Study 11

Previously, on the Comic Sonic Super Study:

And now:

Yeah, so it turns out that, according to the wiki, I read these books in the wrong order. I was supposed to read this one, and then the 48 page special. Whoops. Can't unread it, now. Believe me, I would if I could.

Regardless, it'll be interesting, since this and the special both feature tie-ins. The Sonic and Knuckles Special was a tie-in to Sonic Frontiers, and this one is a Sonic CD tie-in, so I do wanna see the difference between one handled by Penders and Kanterovich, and one handled by Mike Gallagher.

BUT YOOOO, GALLAGHER AND SPAZ -- I'M GONNA HAVE A GREAT TIME WITH THIS ISSUE!

I forgot about how much Gallagher likes to lean into the fact that these comics are a video game adaptation. Even if the way he did it was actually kinda strange. Good on you, Mike.

Goodness, this hands-down the biggest fourth-wall-breaks Gallagher's done to date, and that's a feat. Amy herself wrote a Sonic-Gram letter. The implications of this are off the scale.

Don't you know trouble keeps him running faster, Sally?

Shoutout to Antoine, trying to keep things in order, and Sally, being confronted with reality that when Sonic really has his mind set on something, it's gonna happen, and then Rotor. Mans didn't say not one thing during this meeting. King. I like to believe it's because he knew there was no point trying to stop him.

Also, I can't remember. Is this comic the first time Mike Gallagher has written Snively?

Crazy how this comic features the first interaction between Amy and Tails in the history of the franchise.

Spaz really just went all in on this. Also, Japanese Eggman design over there in the back, and a Virtua Fighter ad, along with a Sega Saturn ad.

We almost got out of this without a Sonic and Sally ship tease, but I see that my karma isn't quite that good.

But my boy Spaz makes up for it with the next panel -- excellent framing, with every relevant party depicted in completely non-intrusive fashion. Main event up front, Rotor driving off to do his part in the back, and Sally parachuting down on the other side, and a dynamic angle. If nobody got me, I know Patrick Spaziante got me, but let's not forget Barry Grossman's impeccable coloring, and the sweet strong black inks that make Metal Sonic's metal exterior really come together, so thanks to Harvey Mercadoocasio for that as well.

Speaking of the art team going all in, check that super peel-out! It's always been my favorite way to depict Sonic running, and man does this deliver.

Man, I'd kill for a textless poster of this page.

He's not.

Anyway, this post wasn't supposed to go so long (I mean, it was one issue) but I guess I had a lot to say. Catch y'all later.

[knuffled]

not so bad - chapter 6

enjoy my darlings. pls reblog to win my undying affection

ao3 link

It was pure happenstance that Annabeth stumbled across the incident in the boy’s bathroom. Well, happenstance and a full bladder. Mid-way through her fourth period class, European History, taught by the dullest teacher in the entire school, she excused herself to run down to the bathroom. The boy’s bathroom was directly adjacent to the girls’s. That had never mattered much, but on that particular day, it meant that she inadvertently found herself caught in a disturbing incident.

At first, she sensed nothing awry: just the sound of laughter. But it was a familiar whimper of distress that gave her pause before she entered the girl’s bathroom. Annabeth knew that sound from just about anywhere. It belonged to her oldest friend, Grover Underwood.

“Come on, Underwood. Stop being such a pussy,” a voice sneered.

Another voice added, “Yeah, we just want twenty bucks a piece. That’s not so hard now, is it?”

“I- I told you. I don’t have anymore on me. I told you that I don’t get paid until Friday. I-If you could just wait-”

“You talking back to us, Underwood? Do we have to do this the hard way again?”

At the sound of Grover’s whimper again, blood boiled in Annabeth’s veins and she balled her hands into fists. One thing about Annabeth was that you did not fuck with her friends. She got ready to burst into the boy’s bathroom, propriety be damned, fully ready to fuck shit up, until another familiar voice interjected.

“Wow, three guys bullying a dude on crutches for money? Yikes. Talk about pathetic.”

“What was that, Jackson?”

“Getting sacked so much as the school quarterback really turned your brain into mush, huh Sloan? Want me to speak slower so you can understand?”

Annabeth hid a grin at the indignant sputtering from the other speaker. Sloan was a name she unfortunately recognized. Matt Sloan was easily the biggest douchebag in their school. She’d had more than one unfortunate run in with him in the past. It had ended with her breaking his nose, but he would never admit that.

“Fuck you, Jackson,” Matt sneered.

There was a scuffle of feet, which was enough of a cue for Annabeth to burst into the bathroom. Matt and his two cronies rushed towards Percy with their fists raised. Percy neatly side-stepped the first punch and hooked his foot behind his assailants calf and lifted, throwing him off balance. With one hand, Percy pushed him face-first into a urinal, while using his other hand to catch the next attacker’s wrist. He pulled him by the wrist, making him fall forward into the wall with a groan.

Matt was last, but he’d stolen one of Grover’s crutches to use as a weapon. A flicker of worry flashed in Percy’s eyes, but Annabeth dashed in quickly and kicked Matt in the back of his knee, sending him crashing to the floor with a scream of pain. Matt looked up at her from the floor, livid.

“Chase, you fucking bitch. You almost broke my leg!”

Annabeth shrugged nonchalantly. “Whoops. I’ll try harder next time then.”

Percy’s lips quirked upwards in a smile before he went to go help Grover up. Annabeth kept her attention focused on Matt and dropped to a crouch.

Annabeth glared at him and dropped her voice to a deadly whisper. “If you ever pull this shit again, on anyone, I’ll be sure to let everyone at school know I manhandled you in a fight. I’m sure it’ll be a real embarrassment to find out the school quarterback got his ass beat by a girl.”

“As if anyone would believe that,” Matt sneered.

“They sure will,” Percy chimed in. “After all, me and Grover here are two eyewitnesses. And in case Dumb and Dumber here get any ideas, maybe the two of us saw her kick all your asses. Now that would be a real funny story, wouldn’t it?”

The other two stiffened at that and gave terse nods of acknowledgement.

“And another thing,” Percy continued. “I want you three to hand Chase all the money you’ve stolen by the end of the week, or I’ll actually be serious about hurting you next time I see you. Got it?”

Matt stood up gingerly and flipped him off, but Annabeth could tell that they were rattled by Percy’s threat. She waited for the three of them to stagger out of the bathroom before she rushed to Grover’s side.

“God, Grover, why didn’t you tell me this was happening?” Annabeth whispered furiously.

Grover hung his head in shame. “I- I don’t know, Annie. I guess I thought I could just- deal with it.”

“Hey, promise me that you’ll come to me if something like this happens in the future,” Annabeth said.

Grover looked hesitant, which only served to bewilder her more. She opened her mouth to say something more, but Percy stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. Annabeth looked up at him and he gave her a subtle headshake no. She bit her lip in frustration and watched him escort Grover out of the bathroom before he turned back to her.

“Why did you stop me?” Annabeth burst out. “I could’ve helped him!”

“I know,” Percy said simply. “But you have to think about it from his perspective.”

“What’s there to think about? Unless you mean he enjoys getting bullied by those shitstains-”

“You’re infantilizing him, Chase,” Percy interjected.

Annabeth stopped mid-sentence like he’d hit her with a shovel.

“He’s got it rough as it is with his disability and all. People try to take care of him all the time and he has to let them. Getting bullied is hard, yeah, but at least he was dealing with it on his own. But you demanding he ask for help just reinforces that he can’t solve problems on his own, that he needs someone to take care of him,” Percy said.

“There’s nothing wrong with asking for help,” Annabeth muttered.

Percy held his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I agree, but I don’t think he sees it that way.”

“So you’re saying I should just sit there and watch?” Annabeth demanded.

“I’m not saying anything. I’m just trying to explain how he might feel,” Percy said softly.

Annabeth pursed her lips at that and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t want to admit it, but Percy was kind of right.

“Fine,” Annabeth grumbled. “But if I see someone bullying a friend, I’m still going to raise hell about it.”

Percy smiled. “Yeah, I know.”

The fond admiration in his voice thawed the ice in her blood. “Thanks for stepping in. I really appreciate it.”

Percy put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Nah, it’s no problem. I don’t like bullies.”

“Still, taking three guys on at once is pretty ballsy,” Annabeth admitted.

“Pretty sure it was three on two. You helped, remember?” Percy said, grinning.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure, with my heroic sneak attack.”

“Well, I thought we made a good team,” Percy said.

A smile threatened to break across her face. “We kind of did, didn’t we?”

When Percy returned her smile, it sent another infuriating flurry of butterflies loose in her stomach. God, it just wasn’t fair. The boy’s smile could make flower’s grow.

“We should probably get out of here. Would be kind of weird for someone to walk in and see you in the boy’s bathroom,” Percy said.

Annabeth felt her face heat up. “Oh, um, right. Let’s do that.”

When they stepped outside, Percy gave her a hesitant look and said, “Would you mind not telling anyone about this? I already kind of have a bad rep at school. I don’t want to make it worse.”

“Oh, yeah, no problem,” Annabeth said.

“Great, thanks!” Percy beamed. “I’ve gotta run down to pre-calc before I get written up by Mrs. Dodd’s again for like the fifth time this year. I swear she has it out for me.”

“Yeah, see you later, Perce.”

“I hope so, Annie,” Percy said, a cheeky smile on his face.

Annabeth tried her best to look stern. “Hey, not cool. Only Grover gets to call me that.”

Percy made a show of looking apologetic. “Darn, just when I thought I finally found a cool nickname for you.”

“How about just calling me Annabeth instead of Chase all the time?”

“Alright, let me try again then,” Percy said before clearing his throat. “I hope so, Annabeth.”

Annabeth mimed applause and bit back a smile. “Well done, you dork. Now get to class.”

Percy saluted her and Annabeth watched him head towards the Math department before she turned around and went back to history. At least now, she’d have something to tide her over in her imagination for the rest of class.