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justafoxhound · 4 months ago

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Saw the ask game you reblogged! Questions for Burke: What are you most afraid of?

Question for Talia: What was the best moment of your life?

Q: What are you most afraid of?

B: Oh, come on. That's hardly a relevant line of questioning is it?

...

Oh, you really want an answer. I'm sure you're wasting resources for your own amusement but very well, it's your court martial, or whatever it is you do.

Fear is a very strong term. I was afraid of things as a boy... Oh I know what you really mean by the question. I can't just say 'Deathclaws' can I?

I suppose, uh...

Ever since I could get by on my own I... I didn't want to be like everyone else. Everything around me, crumbling, rusted, enough but... Well who just wants to get by? Humanity was, is at its lowest. And I didn't want to fade into that, that scrap heap, to be nothing and leave nothing, buried beneath another rotting hulk built on top of the ruins of the last one. To accept that as an existence, just to make it a long one, it felt like giving up.

Giving up. Hmm. No, I didn't give up. I moved on. That place had reached its limit. The old man was too far gone.

I had to, you see; the old devil himself turned on me. It was bound to happen eventually, but... I couldn't accept his terms, no, I have pride and he'd had me long enough. You only get in deeper with him, I should have seen it back when I signed up, but, oh it paid and I had plans.

Plans don't always work out do they? Sometimes they fail, and then others they become something you never asked for. I didn't plan to give up that tower. What made me do it? It sounds insane. But it was the only thing to do at the time... I can still barely understand it. Who did that? Who was he? But I can still sense him. That Burke who did that, who would do so again. And sometimes he fights with the one who built it all but I, I'm sure I can figure it out. Because I have plans, new plans, and they all involve, must involve her you see? Or what if he gives it all up again?

Ugh, what is in that stuff? It's making my eyes itch.

[Q NOTES- Interview paused here. Placebo administered. Subject appears well in all aspects. Truth serum having intended effect during preliminary questions. Interview will proceed according to standard guidelines.]

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Q: What was the best moment of your life?

Talia:

Well, there was one night in the vault, a bunch of us were celebrating. It had been Freddie's birthday and he was doing good on the stuff my dad prescribed him. Nothing had broken down for a while, the Overseer had laid off us that summer for some reason- don't ask me why we talked about summer and winter down there.

Anyway someone suggested a proper after party and we got into one of the locked off wings. It just went so smooth, we snuck in there with booze and some chems people got their hands on, and it was just the perfect party. Everyone was getting along, things hadn't soured between me and Butch yet. Even Amata was there, but it was cool. A good summer and we all forgot the stupid beef we had, forgot for a while all the shit about the vault. We were going to take over one day and it was going to be awesome.

That night felt like the community the Overseer said we were... a family even. Shit, even my dad wasn't mad when he found out.

That was pretty cool. Shame it didn't work out like that, but it was great at the time.

The first time I tasted fresh seafood cooked up by this lady who had a shack out by the beach comes a close second.

#asks #had to give burke some truth serum he would not open up otherwise lol!#thanks!

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stobinesque · 1 year ago

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☠ ▼ ൠ for Robin and Steve👀

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Robin: she gets vicious when she's angry. Not in the bitchy way Steve does, exactly. But like...cornered honey badger. In a fight I fully think she's the type to just fucking claw at someone's face. Honestly I think the first time the rest of the party sees Robin truly lose her shit everyone kinda does a double take, like "where was she keeping that??"

Steve: gets vicious but in a cold and cutting way when he's angry. Like that's not even a headcanon that's just what we actually see on screen? His physical violence manifests as a shield. He doesn't like fighting, but he will if it means putting himself between another person in danger. (if you want 22k words of my steve and violence headcanons here's the fic)

▼ - childhood headcanon

Robin: Girl Scout!Robin is so real to me? I don't think this would jive with her mom's Rebel Robin characterization, necessarily, but based purely on show canon I can totally see her mom signing her up for the local troop to help with her socialization skills (my mom did something similar). Bug lover Robin is also real to me and I think as a kid she loved pulling up worms and snails and letting roly polies (pill bugs/potato bugs) crawl all over her.

Steve: all of my kid Steve headcanons are sad :( I really like the idea that Steve liked playing dress-up as a kid? Like would sneak into his mom's closet/vanity to play with her clothes and make-up? His dad....was not a fan of this...

ൠ - random headcanon: Gender Edition

Robin: STONE BUTCH GENDERFUCKY ROBIN IS SO REAL TO ME. In my canon-to-me fic series I've decided Robin is just like me and goes to Smith, and being in that space surrounded by other queer women she gets to like...figure out what exactly being a "woman" means to her and what the boundaries of that are. And Steve's going through his own little gender discovery process too and the two of them at some point are just like "oh, we share a gender, actually." Stobin swapping pronouns is 💯👌. Also obligatory "Steve gives Robin her first dyke chop" headcanon mention. I really need to write the fic for that.

Steve: okay so I love transmasc Steve, but when headcanoning gender stuff for him I tend to project my gender on him from, like, the "opposite" direction? Like Steve is what my gender expression would look like if I could start from another origin point. Which is why dandy!Steve is so important to me. Canon Steve's sartorial tastes are pretty similar to my own casual style, but I love being a fancy lad in formal settings and I think Steve would have a lot of fun getting to explore the more ostentation bits of masculine gender presentation. Also wearing skirts and dresses makes me dysphoric because I want them to look a certain way on me, and they would!! look like that!! on steve!! so as Steve explores gender and presentation more I think he starts adding the occasional skirt/dress/flowy blouse to his repetoire. (Also to temporarily bring in some Rockie: I love the idea of Vickie joining Robin and Steve on a shopping trip and Steve and Vickie trying on the same skirts/dresses while Robin holds their bags)

#they 💞#read.txt #hcs #ask game #stobin #platonic stobin #genderfluid steve harrington #genderfluid robin buckley #konst 🍷

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ratsoh-writes · 1 year ago

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Today was actually awful, like I wanna rant about it but if y’all don’t wanna see that just ignore this

Ok so I have a neighbor who used to baby sit me when I was in elementary school. She’d make me top ramen even though my mom wouldn’t let me have it at home. She has my eternal love and loyalty for that.

Anyways now, this lady is like 80-90 something. Old as fkn dirt and the last five years dementia hit hard and she’s basically a toddler with the attention span of a sparrow now. Her daughter is her caretaker, and occasionally I babysit granny (neighbor) while her daughter runs errands . I do this for free cause I fkn love granny, like it’s no problem

Well today granny was having a bad day, she had a fit and started yelling (she has really flip floppy moods but she’s just loud, never violent so I’m not bothered) and when she goes out onto the porch, she heads to her swing seat acting like she’s gonna sit down. I follow cause you know, mandated babysitter/entertainment. Granny then does the fastest old lady sprint ever back inside and locks me out. Not a problem, I have a house key

The. Key. Isn’t. Working.

So I call her daughter, no pick up, I text her, nothing. I’m still outside, I try all keys on the ring in every direction I can think of. Granny is cussing and yelling at her reflection in the tv inside (she has so much beef with her reflection, it’s hilarious). It’s now well over a fucking hour, and I’m still out on the porch praying that granny won’t fall or something till I can get back in. The only reason I haven’t called like the cops or something is cause I can tell she’s not hurt or anything inside.

Finally she lets me in, cause I use the tried and true excuse of needing to pee (“oh go to the bathroom then girl!!”) and I do fkn pee dammit, and by then I was locked outside for about an hour and 15 min. The fallout is she threw all her clothes out of her dresser and undid her daughters bed. I clean up her stuff after slicing her a banana as a distraction, and we eat lunch together cause her daughter still hasn’t come home and it is that time. (she fkn loves fruit)

Well by now daughter is supposed to be home. I’m only supposed to be here for an hour and half. Granny is a happy camper and telling me about the good old days when she pulled all the bitches. Confuses me for my mom a few times, and talks about her son simultaneously being a child but also a father of grown children (she mixes up her timelines too)

Her daughter doesn’t come home for another hour and forty five min. I’m so happy I called work and told them I had a family emergency, cause if not, I would’ve had maybe 20 min to get ready and scream to my students after that shit show. It just wasn’t gonna happen today

Anyways I’m not mad at granny, she has the brain of a guinea pig who just heard it’s owner walk into the kitchen. I’m mad at her daughter who never answered my calls and who didn’t give me a heads up that she was gonna be out nearly two hours over our agreed time. And the reason? She left her mother fucking car in hee dumb freaking hecking ducking car. Like butch I’m watching your biggest responsibility and you just don’t have your phone on you????? What if there was an accident??? If anyone was watching my kid, my phone is in my fkn pocket with the vibrate on just in case. And she doesn’t even apologize

Literally I don’t think I can watch granny anymore, and that freaking kills me cause I adore her. But I don’t trust her freaking daughter anymore. She goes over time all the time, that I always brushed off. But just not having her contact with her, that’s so dangerous. Literally went straight home and just cried for a solid 20 min afterwards cause of how shaken up I was.

Anyways that’s all. Just wanted to rant about it

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beevean · 2 years ago

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What bothers me about how forceful/unbased some neurodivergency/LGBT+ headcanons are is how they give off the vibe only neurodivergent or queer characters are allowed to have anything going for them. Not even anything special! Let's take TMOSTH: Tails feels empathy for many things? Autistic! Espio speedread a book to spoil the ending for Knuckles? Autistic! Or what you pointed out in Archie, with Shadow stating he likes his motorcycle? Autistic! As someone who only recently found out they might not be entirely neurotypical, I recall quite disliking and feeling somewhat hurt that every single thing a character did immediately gets spun around to fit the OP's projecting, with the attached "fuck the straights and the neurotypicals only gay people would ever do this" that tends to come along with it (where the thing "only gay people do" 99% of the time is the most basic thing in the world). It's almost like people don't want to consider that the most normal, down-to-earth, "boring" (used in the way such OPs tend to use it: as an easy jab) neurotypical cishet person can feel empathy for many things, speedread, or like a motorcycle. I feel like there is more behind that due to the state of the world at large, but it's annoying to see have to come across it in fandom all the time, and then have the "proof" be complete nonsense or entirely taken out of context to "support" the statement. Not to mention the "joking" accusations of bigotry if you do not share such headcanons that occasionally get added as well.

Another example I thought of the moment I hit the "ask" button: Surge getting revealed as Sonic's "clone" and the ENTIRETY OF TUMBLR immediately deciding this meant Sonic was trans. The fact they aren't even the same species nor look alike in the slightest and the fact I thus promptly got very worried about the biology knowledge of the entirety of Tumblr aside, thank god that shit died down when it got revealed Surge legit was just some rando Starline plucked from the streets with no relation to Sonic.

You hit the nail on the head.

When autistic headcanons are created from the basis of "X has a passion for Y!", I'm here like... do you think autistic people are the only ones who can feel any sort of love or attachment over something? Do you think neurotypical people can only blandly tolerate things? Isn't hyperfixation something much, much more intense than a passion? Isn't autism much more than "being shy and with something they love", and isn't ADHD much more than being excitable? This shit makes legit harder for people to realize if they're neurodivergent or not because I swear that literal human nature is deemed to be "divergent". If "neurotypicalness" is associated with being an emotionless, insensitive asshole, no wonder no one would want to identify as, or call their favorite character, neurotypical!

Don't get me started on how for some people "straight" is a synonym for boring and "gay" is a synonim for fun and quirky. Shocker: love and fun are not limited to non-cishet people. It's not a "weird", exceptional state of humanity. Cishet people can have a personality too.

lmaooooo I remember that headcanon, good times. Speaking of which, while the headcanon "Sonic is trans because he doesn't have chest fur" is... something, I side-eye people who headcanon Surge as trans. Oh, you think that the nasty, aggressively masculine bully is trans? It doesn't look good in either direction :) (same for the people who headcanon her as a lesbian, despite her having 0 meaningful interactions with female characters, solely because she's "butch". I wouldn't want to do that, but I may be biased lmao)

#sonic the hedgehog #important #unrelated but funnily enough #even imposter syndrome 4 implied that eggman's computers are unable to distinguish between sonic & tails and surge & kit #i don't need to explain why it doesn't make sense #especially after s&k were revealed to be random people and not artificial creatures

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weebsinstash · 2 years ago

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More Val pls 😭 there’s never enough of him

I like this nasty man an unhealthy amount so I could just spit ball some random concepts I've been having for him

-I've been playing around with the different products and things I do to my hair and it made me think of like, since Val is so materialistic and likes having "pretty company" that he starts obsessing over Reader and their hair. Like, I mentioned before a concept "oh what if Reader's hair or eyes or something on them glowed" cause, you know, hes a moth, and you're just sitting chilling during or after your shift and like, he's on the phone or doing something where you aren't 100% paying attention to him and he just. Reaches over and starts playing with your hair. You're trying not to side eye him and give him weird looks in confusion as he's just casually twisting a strand of your hair around a finger, maybe running his fingers through it, just kind of, all but palming the top of your head. And you can't ask him what the fucking deal is because he's on the phone and you're just a server and you don't want him to potentially give you the pimp hand for interrupting what sounds like a potential business deal (and of course that's his intention). he's just getting his hands and fingers all up in that shit while you can't say anything while he's seeing your hair texture, where your parts are, the state of your hair and your scalp, maybe you catch a scowl or two if you have an issue like accidentally using too much conditioner or he sees any dandruff, making a mental note to "fix you later"

-couple that with another idea of "Valentino making you hate your own hair and maybe since it glows its white or something and one day he EXTREMELY pisses you off and the very next shift you have you slam his drink down on the table 'here you go Mr Valentino ^^' and he looks up and you've dyed your hair jet black and it doesn't glow now and he INSTANTLY drags you to HIS salon and his hair stylist to get all that out of your hair without damaging it (and maybe you even dyed it wrong or with the wrong materials to try and damage it or make the dye permanant on purpose just to piss him off and hope he leaves you alone, which he doesnt)

-Be high maintenance to be low maintenance. He wants to see you all fixed up without garnering animosity from, well, the hoes. Everyone is in the limo and he says some shit like how recently everyone's been earning him a lot of money so he's gonna treat everyone and he's just kind of like "and you can come too I guess 🙄" as if he's just throwing you in there as an extra but in actuality this is him avoiding anyone going "but Daddy why do THEY get XYZ and not me 🥺" because if he could, like, he'd just be a two faced asshole and blatantly pamper you while neglecting his hardest workers like, say, Angel. I've even considered, like, what if Valentino notices huge changes in Angel's positivity and obedience and just overall demeanor after he hangs out with you (because remember, Angel has a little sis who presumably went to Heaven and he misses her a lot) and Valentino kind of makes you two a package deal: if he keeps you happy, you help keep Angel happy and easier to manipulate

-like just imagine Angel is trying to stick up for himself amd tell Val, hey maybe I don't wanna sleep with that john, he's a real fuckin creep, and Valentino just cocks a brow, "oh, you want me to have your little friend do it instead?" And Angel is just alright sir right away sir thank you for this opportunity Mista Valentino 😊 like. Depressing

-another idea I've had is like, what if Valentino actually didn't even really care for you but VOX does and once he starts paying attention to you, it sucks Val in. And this kind of ranges from everything of "you're kind of a gamer/dweeb like Vox and you two click" to "you produce music and Vox is aware of/fan of your stuff, or Velvet is if Reader is like, an idol, because why not for fun lmao" to "you're a chick but you're a little more 'butch and tough' than Val's other girls and he's like a bottom or a switch and he likes that

Like can you imagine like, everyone is in the limo when it pops a tire or some shit and everyone has to get out on the sidewalk, and maybe someone on limo maintenance fucks up and there's no jack, or maybe one of the drivers is too dumb to know how to properly remove a tire, and Vox and Val are just getting progressively pissed off and, there you are, rolling up your sleeves and just, reaching down and, getting the breaker bar to finally spin and loosen the bolts around the tire, or even reaching down and picking up the limo (because really, where is the fun in putting Reader in a world with magic and powers and not getting anything ourselves"

Or someone comes to try and kill Val because he's a gangster and maybe he fucked someone over on a deal and that secret second job I.M.P training of yours kicks in and you practically become John Wick. You do some sly shit like idk catch Vox from falling and tripping or pulling him just out of reach of getting fucked up and all but pull him into a tango dip and maybe to lighten the mood you try to joke around "hey handsome you come here often?" While you're holding him up with your strength like he weighs nothing and he's just PINK and later on he's laying with Val in bed "hey I think I might be bi actually???" while Val pokes and prods to find out who tf he's talking about

-I've thought of really just goofy concepts for fun like, what if there's a dance competition with a cash prize and Reader who is maybe male in this idea is on the downlow but is like a dance major or even a hip hop superstar and he enters the competition and he's nearly in the semifinal round and suddenly the shows like "and for an extra special guest judge today we have the Porn King of Pentagram City, Valentino!!!" and your blood runs cold because like you're not exactly stripping but there have been quite a few dances where you've been dropping your ass a lil bit and being just more than a little zesty and Valentino turns his eyes to you and he's got just the most smug "I caught your ass" smirk on his face. The version of you Valentino knows is blunt and quiet and doesn't talk much, all but over compensating masculinity, and yet here you are, shaking that waist and ass of yours until he wants to squeeze you with all of his hands.

-honestly just concepts in general where Reader turns out to have some sort of artistic gift are fun. Reader is an author and Valentino finds out your porn is actually pretty good, or maybe he's entertained the quiet shy mousey little you had a nasty side, or maybe the numbers you reach on your stuff screams money to him. Or he brings you to a club and the track on the speakers change and your face lights up "oh my god I wrote this!" And its a song from when you were alive and you rush to the dance floor to whip out some choreography way too planned and precise to just be some bullshit you're whipping out of nowhere and maybe even singing as people in the club instantly recognize you as formerly-alive fans

Honestly its a little wacky but imagine the like tonal difference, the dichotomy, the black and white difference of, Valentino being this absolute fucking pervert and you're like this shy not very talkative person and he finds out like you're some poppy preppy bouncy feminine lil idol like some SAYU or Kyary Pamyu Pamyu shit and he's laughing in your face and maybe his pal Velvet comes into the room and her eyes just light up and suddenly she's shoving her phone in Valentino's face to show him your newest hit "Let Me Skip Into Your Heart (And Also Suck You Off) feat. Verosika Mayday" with like 2.5 million views in three months and he's like "ok I GUESS you have SOME talent 🙄" while he's also having an internal battle "wait do I have I new fetish for wanting to rip girly dresses and thigh highs off this bitch 🤔"

Honestly just "Valentino finding out you're a celebrity/influencer" ideas have been kind of fun. Imagine he's just minding his own business and one of his workers is sitting next to him watching something on their phone and he looks over and its a makeup tutorial, by you, or you're reviewing a certain product while making people laugh, or you're doing some like Stanzi Potenza sorta comedy or something, and he glances down to the metrics and likes amd view counts and its huge and he just glances across the limo to you and you're. In your work uniform, hair barely combed, you have some new acne breakouts, you have bags under your eyes, posture is shit because you're exhausted, but, that's definitely you and now he gets to find out the sheer scope of what you've been up to, and maybe becoming a manager of yours in the process

Ive even thought of like, what if Reader offhandedly gave Valentino some business advice and it turned out working really well and he consults you from time to time. Like imagine Valentino is talking business and you're around and he's talking about profits and shit and like, maybe the amount of people who want to sleep with his top earners is down, even not as many people want Angel to satisfy Val's green, and maybe you just kind of offhandedly butt into the conversation without even looking up from your phone "well maybe its because he's a porn star. If you just like created a celebrity or an idol or a micro celebrity or something who was attractive and then you pimped them out in secret it would probably make you a ton of money, like of Beyonce started her career as a stripper that would put a ton of people off but if you told people they could secretly fuck Beyonce the musician they would sell their entire families for it" and maybe that segues into "Reader becomes some sort of idol or entertainer or singer or product for Valentino that he eventually pimps out (or even decides he won't because he's too jealous, you can sing and dance but HE'S the only one you can sleep with)

God I can't wait until Hazbin comes out this year. I HAVE to know what this man sounds like because the voice and finally seeing and hearing his speaking will be everything 😩❤️ or it could backfire and I might not like the finished product as much as the one I've built up in my head but, thems the breaks right?

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

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theysherobinbuckley · 2 years ago

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baby👏🏻butch👏🏻robin👏🏻buckley👏🏻

first of all. they/she robin supremacy

they don't cut their hair but they start keeping it kinda short. short enough that it's basically a flatter version of steve's hairstyle. he jokes that she's stealing his look and she jokes back that it works better on them. it does

they start wearing some of steve, eddie, and jonathan's old clothes, mixing shit up and getting some of her own pieces until their wardrobe is perfectly curated to their style

she wears steve's old khakis when they want to be a little fancy. eddie gifts her a pair of loose black cargo pants that didn't turn out to be his style at all. jonathan's tshirts and sweaters end up in their closet but they never admit to stealing them. jonathan doesn't admit to leaving shit at robin's house for them to "steal"

robin is a pioneer of dirtbag lesbian chic. she wears ties over tshirts and layers flannel and jean jackets over everything they wear

steve takes her shopping somewhere far away from hawkins and they get a nice pair of steel-toed work boots. they love stomping around in them and generally causing a scene. she and eddie have a competition to see who can wear the highest platforms

now that she's out to their friends, the party starts experimenting with their genders too! el still doesn't like her shaved head but she starts wearing mike's button downs. lucas tries wearing more jewelry and max finds that she really likes buying it for him (for his birthday she organizes the whole party into getting him a bracelet with a charm for everyone on it. it's very heavy but he loves it). eddie tries a skirt and loves it but really only wears one with ripped jeans under it. dustin surprises everyone by immediately declaring that their pronouns are they/them too because "that just makes so much sense, like, why do I have to be a he just because I was born a certain way?"

most of the time they act all loud and proud abt being a butch lesbian (bc they're more comfortable in their skin and because their friends are all so accepting) but it's still hawkins indiana and it's still dangerous, so they make sure they don't go out alone too often or at night at all. the guys and nancy usually have her back and drive them wherever they need to go

another sad one: robin finds that now that she's presenting more masculinely, other girls don't want to talk to her anymore. they don't want to be called slurs or assumed gay just because they hang around robin. this includes vickie and robin is Very sad about it

nancy comforts her saying that the right girl will love robin for who they are and not what other people think of her. they'll like robin's new self and not just tolerate it. robin only sort of believes her but nancy is really adamant so she might be onto something

"any girl would be lucky to have a boyfriend like you, robbie"

oh! boyfriend sounds nice!

robin didn't even know that about herself, but nancy's so smart (and beautiful and thoughtful and funny and amazing and-) that she figured it out and just put it out there! like it was nothing! but it's everything robin never knew they wanted

sometimes when robin needs to revert back to her old self, maybe for family stuff etc, nancy will lend them clothes and do their makeup, and nancy will almost cry at seeing how miserable robin looks

she will then gently wipe all the makeup away and say "there you are!" when robin is clean-faced and back to themself. she'll put together a Real robin outfit and clap excitedly when robin is finally smiling again

then nancy will stand on her tiptoes and kiss robin on the cheek and say "it's good to see you again" as robin blushes bright red

later that night robin calls steve and tells him everything because goddamn it's nice being nancy wheeler's boyfriend and they will brag about it until the end of time

#yeah i am gonna write a fic about all this #robin buckley #ronance #nancy wheeler #butch robin buckley #stranger things #ej posts #ok to rb #homophobia tw #nonbinary robin buckley

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racketballz · 3 years ago

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i think the word i was looking for instead of hostile was stand offish 😭😭 like there’s no doubt buttercup’s direct when it comes to addressing problems, but i feel like that’s more-so when the situation isn’t based around intimacy..? like it took butch finally walking up to her to launch their reconciliation, so i wonder if on her part, if butch didnt come up to her she’d not only be beating herself up abt it but butch too subconsciously, like overthinking it to the point she starts avoiding him 24/7 if dat makes sense idk there’s more i wanna say but this is already think piece length she’s a very complex character (also your ppgyarus are so cute i am in Love❤️)

Oh true! I THINK THIS IS A TOUGH-Y but buttercup is so interesting to break down :~)

I think that she’s in that like ~phase~ yknow idk if I can make sense of this like enough for it to be understandable LOL but in the original ppg buttercup when she’s conflicted whether it be apologizing or like she’s like debating on whether something is morally just and good or bad she kinda freezes and gets frustrated I think this was something like that but a grown up version! Like she stutters a lot and she tends to ramble and stresses herself out when she’s caught in the middle of decision making! She doesn’t like addressing other people bc she’s scared and she often acts like her decision could be detrimental to her and her perception there’s a lot of pride getting in the way yadda yadda yadda

I think we might just be seeing it in a different way since it’s with Butch and she’s older! I think the reason why maybe she has the luxury of being silent because she knows how he is (this is a little fishy to me in terms of my interpretation I think we might have to wait for more occurrences but we know butch is quite keen with buttercups emotions to spot when she isn’t or is uncomfortable! Butch is incredibly direct compared to buttercup because he doesn’t much get clouded by other variables! The part that may or may not be fishy is whether or not buttercup actually knows that he’s that perceptive of her! *i don’t think she does lol*) THAT OR I think she truly is just sitting with herself we don’t quite see exactly what kind of shit she’s going through since I think it was through butchs very SURFACE perspective (I think I need to reread this part I just don’t particularly remember buttercups pov and I just remember butch staring a lot) and he obviously didn’t want like some weird estranged relationship with someone he finds comforting so his immediate gut reaction is to address it as something that wasn’t a big deal. (This could be a conversation for another day LOL but that’s why they never get together I don’t think they think their relationship is REAL ????)

I think that says a lot of these two which that they really don’t wanna address things SERIOUSLY When it pertains to intimacy- like I think butch more than buttercup so that’s why he is able act as a stop sign when it comes to buttercups inner turmoil when she’s like looking for a route or is lost and often conflates it as something not so serious!

But I feel the need to compare buttercups behavior with Mitch v. butch (though these are very different scenarios but 2 peoples she’s been intimate with) is that mitch and her broke up it took them MONTHS to reconcile and even then it felt like both buttercup and Mitch were treading lightly! And it wasn’t out of malice or anything I think that it was how it just happened to unravel. The conversation that she had with butch immediately after pops out to me asking him if he’d ever like cared about people it becomes very difficult with these situations how to navigate. I don’t know if his approach to these things have changed but YOU CAN TELL HE DOESNT GET IT. There were little things here and there even within that chapter like him being obviously jealous of her with her old friends and being happy and a bunch of other stuff to the ultimate occurrence of him almost dying which shifted buttercups entire behavior with him that she is starting to feel the need be careful around him because of it. (Another aside thought: but I wonder if that will come up or if butch even minds but buttercup kinda looks at him like a piece of glass sometimes and he generally doesnt like being perceived as weak I wonder if he cares since it’s her he might have a different reaction hmm then again he doesn’t care about his perception me think TAPS CHIN much to think about!!)

So I don’t think that she is stand offish with ill intent! But yes! I think she was taking herself out of the situation because she didn’t wanna say or do something that could ruin their relationship because she sees him as someone who is (somewhat) precious now??? But butch was able to just cut the wire because he doesn’t understand to a certain extent WHY he’s hurts he just wants it to STOP. So even tho he has occurrences of him being attached emotionally and having negative emotions with being left alone it seems he doesn’t attribute that to her he kinda just is like blaming it on the situation ??? And honestly I don’t even wanna give him that much credit I think he is basically like a toddler like if something hurts I simply just want to stop hurting instead of thinking as to wHY you might not like this kind of pain

#this is very interesting this really makes me wanna read the last couple chapters again gosh 😭😭😭😭😭#sbj more than human

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legally-fallout-trash · 3 years ago

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Fallout 3 Incorrect Quotes #3

i swear this isn't the only thing i'll post. they're just funny. also most of this is just Butch x Charon (bc ig that's my main ship???)

tbh i ship Butch x Charon x Lone Wanderer but shut up

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Charon: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Butch: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Charon: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING LONE WITH ME Fawkes, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Lone Wanderer: so...who's the big spoon and whos the little spoon?

Charon: We're chopsticks.

Lone Wanderer: Well...that's cute! Does that mean you snuggle together perfectly?

Butch: No, it means that if you take one away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

~~~

Lone Wanderer, after losing their dad: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

~~~

Murphy: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why. Barrett: Only if you also don't ask why Barrett: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick. Murphy: Barrett: Murphy: This one is fine

~~~

Butch, pointing: May I sit there? Charon: That's my lap Butch: That doesn't answer my question, Charon.

~~~

*After Project Purity*

Lone Wanderer: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Fawkes: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Lone Wanderer: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

~~~

Charon: How petty can you get? Butch: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

~~~

Lone Wanderer: What’s up guys? I’m back. Jericho: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Lone Wanderer: Death is a social construct.

~~~

Butch: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. Jericho: You're like 15 years old Butch: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

~~~

Butch: Am I in trouble?

Fawkes: Take a guess. Butch: No?

Fawkes: Take another guess.

~~~

Charon: *Kicks the door down looking panicked* Fawkes: What did you do? Charon: Nobody died. Fawkes: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

~~~

Murphy: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it Barrett: Just rip the bandage off. Murphy: It’s Lone Wanderer. Barrett: Put the bandage back on.

~~~

Butch: Clover, can I talk to you for a second? Clover: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Charon are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss? Butch: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

~~~

Butch: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold? Charon: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house. Lone Wanderer: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million. Charon: Good thinking.

~~~

*Butch and Charon sitting in jail together* Charon: So who should we call? Butch: I’d call Fawkes, but I feel safer in jail.

~~~

Murphy: Barrett, keep an eye on Lone Wanderer today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Barrett: Sure, I’d love to see Lone get punched. Murphy: Try again. Barrett, sighing: I will stop Lone from getting punched.

~~~

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Fawkes please come to the front desk? Fawkes, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker: *Butch, Charon, and Lone Wanderer* Store Worker: I believe they belong to you? Butch, Charon, and Lone Wanderer, simultaneously: We got lost :( Fawkes: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

~~~

Charon: I told Butch their ears flush when they lie. Lone Wanderer: Why? Charon: Look. Charon: Hey Butch! Do you love us? Butch, covering their ears: No. Lone Wanderer:

~~~

Young!MacCready: Hey, Charon? Can I get some dating advice? Charon: Just because I’m with Butch doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

~~~

Lone Wanderer: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Fawkes: >:O language Jericho: Yeah watch your fucking language Butch: OKAY WHO TAUGHT LONE WANDERER THE FUCK WORD? Charon: 'The fuck word'. Clover: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Jericho: Oh my god they censored it Charon: Say fuck, Clover. Jericho: Do it, Clover. Say fuck.

~~~

Lone Wanderer: Croissants: dropped Charon: Road: works ahead Butch: BBQ sauce: on my titties Fawkes: Shavacado: fre Clover: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Jericho: Jericho, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

~~~

Butch: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food? Charon: ...What???

~~~

Charon: *Answers phone.* Hello? Butch: It's Butch. Charon: What did they do this time? Butch: No, it's me, Charon. It's actually me. Charon: What did you do this time?

~~~

Butch: Wow, Charon, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you. Charon: We literally slept together yesterday. Butch: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

~~~

Butch: Change is inedible. Charon: Don’t you mean inevitable? Butch, spitting out a bunch of pennies: No, I really didn’t.

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Charon: I feel like doing something stupid. Butch: I’m stupid, do me.

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Butch: What are you in the mood for? Charon: World domination. Butch: That's a bit ambitious. Charon: You are my world. Butch: Aww... Charon: Butch: Charon: Butch: OH.

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Charon: Know why I called you in here? Butch: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Charon: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

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Charon: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this... Butch: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card? Charon: Holy moly- ~~~

Butch: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing. Charon: Are you a software update? because not right now.

~~~

Butch, sweating: Charon, there’s something I need to ask you- Charon: Finally! You’re proposing! Butch: How’d you know? Charon: Butch, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner. Charon: I even picked it up once ~~~

Charon: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful, and organized. Butch: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely* Charon: That one. I want that one.

#Charon #butch deloria #lone wanderer #fo3 #fallout 3 #fallout ghouls #incorrect quotes #headcanon #incorect quote #headcannons

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renaerys · 3 years ago

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The Greens: “I’m gonna be your first and your last” and, because the Blues need some love, “We just went over the rules.”

48. “We just went over the rules.”

A Blues ask!! My crops are watered and my skin is cleared. I have other Greens prompts, so there will be more of them coming. I hope it's okay that I chose the Blues one!

Send me a prompt and some characters! Reminder that the challenge is to make everything SFW, so we're getting creative here.

List of prompts

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“Wait, okay, so is eye contact allowed?”

Bubbles popped a chewing gum bubble. “That’s allowed.”

“And is it one foot or two on the floor?”

“One. Look, are you really ready? We just went over the rules, but you seem nervous.”

Boomer shook his head. “No, I’m good! For real, let’s do this. I’m good to go.”

Todd slammed a bill on the table in between them. “Super, because I got money on the line here. Let’s gooooooo!”

“Wow, five whole dollars? I’m flattered,” Boomer said.

“Why? My money’s on Bubbles.”

“Mine too,” Buttercup said.

“Y’all are about to take a collective shit and eat it when Boomer wins this,” Butch said.

Blossom winced. “Jesus, Butch.”

“No, no, he’s right.” Brick put his hands on Boomer’s shoulders and leaned his weight on them. “Boomer, flatten her ass.”

Buttercup leaned close to Blossom’s ear. “Did you hear that, Blossom? Did you hear what that uncultured fool just said about our sister’s ass?”

Blossom clenched her fists. “Oh, I heard it.”

“Okay, enough! Can we just start please?” Bubbles had not signed up for a pissing contest between their siblings. She hadn’t even invited them. This was supposed to be a friendly match for fun, until Todd found out and turned it into some betting pool among their classmates and friends, who had all gathered in Todd’s basement to watch the competition.

“All bets are in! Last call!” Mike rattled a tin full of coins and a few bills from the high rollers.

Bubbles chewed her now flavorless gum. “Ready?”

“He was born ready,” Brick said, dead-ass serious.

Butch made a man noise somewhere in between a squawk and a roar.

“I’m ready when you are,” Boomer said.

Robin, who had agreed to act as referee, leaned over the table. “Okay, take your positions, brave combatants!”

Bubbles wrapped her hand around Boomer’s and rested her elbow on the table. On Robin’s countdown, she put all her Super strength behind her arm and pushed against Boomer’s, who pushed right back.

They were evenly matched in strength, but Bubbles had expected this. She smiled and turned on the charm. “Hey, Boomer.”

Boomer blinked. Sweat had begun to form on his forehead from the exertion. “Yeah?”

Bubbles gritted her teeth against his force. Her arm shook, but her eyes smiled. “You look really hot in that jacket.”

He flushed, and Brick slammed a hand on the table. “Hey, no flirting! Ref, do something about this.”

“Back off, Mother Theresa. It was just a compliment,” Buttercup said.

“The hell it was. I see you, Bubbles.”

“Don’t you dare address her directly! You’re interfering with her concentration,” Blossom said.

“All right, all right! No one talks anymore,” Robin said.

“I’m increasing my bet,” Todd said, dropping another dollar into Mike’s tin. “Bubbles is gonna murder him.”

It was harder without talking. Boomer couldn’t use his electricity, but his stamina was a little better than Bubbles’ on a good day. She could feel herself beginning to slip. Her palm was clammy where it clasped Boomer’s, and her elbow dug into the table hard enough to dent the steel.

Boomer held her gaze. He knew she was losing steam, and it only made him stronger. Around them, their siblings and friends loomed with death and destruction in their eyes, but Bubbles couldn’t worry about them when she had to worry about Boomer. She wasn’t as punch-hungry as Buttercup or as viper-tongued as Blossom, but she had her pride, and Boomer of all people was definitely not going to beat her.

He’d been her arch nemesis, her equal and opposite counter born to destroy her, and he’d failed rather embarrassingly when one kiss blew him up. A lot had changed since then—they were dating now, and their fights had transitioned more to the verbal spat variety over kicks and punches—but the competition between them still simmered under the surface. Boomer had never grown past his ultimate weakness, either.

And yeah, it was a teensy bit underhanded, but Bubbles had come here to conquer and Boomer was in her fucking way.

She looked Boomer directly in the eye, puckered her lips, and blew the slowest, sexiest chewing gum bubble she’d ever blown in her life. Like the sweet but predictable boy he was, Boomer shuddered and squeaked an impotent oh! and Bubbles went in for the kill.

She slammed his hand down on the table. The room exploded around them.

“She cheated,” Brick insisted.

“She didn’t speak, so she didn’t break the rule,” Blossom said.

“That was the most fuck me harder, daddy bubble I have ever seen. It’s a hundred percent cheating!”

“You can’t ascribe sexual intention to gum! That’s simply absurd.”

“Yeah, Brick, wow. Get some ice for that sore ass, loser,” Buttercup said.

Butch made another man-roar-growl and fell to his knees.

While Blossom and Brick continued to scream at each other over the sexual agency or lack thereof of chewing gum, Bubbles collected her winnings from Mike, high-fived Todd for being a true ally from the get-go, and dragged Boomer out of there. “Are you okay?”

Boomer sighed. “Yeah, just a little emasculated. But it’s no big deal, I’ll get over it.”

“That’s the spirit.” She kissed his cheek, and he caught her with an arm around her waist when she tried to pull back.

“I don’t mind losing if it’s to you, you know.”

“That’s cute. But you definitely did lose.”

He groaned. “Yeah, okay, you won. I’m toast. You’ve ruined gum for me forever. What do you want me to say?”

“Nothing. Just stop talking and kiss me.”

He shut up immediately.

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If you enjoy my writing, check out more of my fics on AO3, link in my profile. I’m currently updating Trinity House and The Alchemy of Us. Thanks for reading!

#powerpuff girls #powerpuff girls fanfic #Boomubbles #ppg blues #ppg bubbles #ppg #september fic prompts

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yamujiburo · 4 years ago

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Jessie and Cassidy reconciliation fanfic thing

I was going through my notes app just now to just clear out some junk and I found something I'd written like a year ago and totally forgot about hahhaha. I don't usually do fanfics but I guess I was in a writing mood that night. I can't remember why I stopped. I either got stuck, didn't know how I wanted it to end or was just having a hard time figuring out like,,,, the arcs and what I wanted the main focus of the story to be. Anyhow, here it is if you wanna read the set up I made for it haha

Jessie, James and Meowth have once again failed to complete a mission and Matori is TIRED of it. She brings it up go Giovanni who tells her not to worry about them. Matori can’t figure out why Giovanni puts up with them and starts digging on possible reasons why Giovanni would keep them around. She decides to go to HR to find answers. There, she meets Wendy.

“Ah– Matori!”

“Pull up records for Jessie, James and–“, Matori notices that Wendy already has Jessie’s files pulled up and gives her a strange look.

“I see you’re already doing your research on Miss Jessie…”

“N-no! Well, yes. It’s just that Jessie has continuously failed almost all missions she’s been assigned! Not to mention she’s singlehandedly almost made the organization go broke. Well, not really but she still owes a lot of money!”

“And the other two?”

“Huh? Oh yeah them, too I guess.”

“I just don’t understand what Giovanni could possible see in them. They’re not good for Team Rocket.”

“Tell me about it, I’ve been trying to get the boss to fire them for years. But he’s got a real soft spot for them apparently. Tch, to think they were the top of their class once.”

“Hmph, I find that hard to believe.”

“I can’t speak for James and Meowth, but Jessie really was a promising recruit. So much so that when she threatened to quit, she somehow manipulated every exec into fulfilling her demands.”

“Threatened to quit?” The gears in Matori’s head began to turn. Sure Giovanni wouldn’t fire the trio, but if they were to quit, there would be nothing he could do.

“Yeah, she had a falling out with her first partner. And instead of being PROFESSIONAL she wined until she got a new one. Then she proceeded to go through like 10 more partners until James came along. If you’ve ever talked to her I’m sure you can tell she’s not the easiest person to work with.”

“Hm. Perhaps it’s time to switch up some teams.”

“C-can you do that? Is that allowed?”

“I could pull some strings.”

“Isn’t that sabotage?” Wendy asks. Matori shoots her a look.

“Call it what you want, but it’s my job to make sure this organization is successful as possible. Getting rid of some problem lackeys will only benefit Team Rocket. If Giovanni won’t do anything about them, then I will.”

“Matori. You are my hero”

“Are there any potential candidates we could temporarily team them up with? Or members they’ve been known to… not get along with?”

A big, Gengar-like smile creeps on Wendy’s face. “I know just the agents.”

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Early in the morning in Jessie and James’ base, they get a call from Matori. Jessie is already annoyed, knowing who’s calling, but she wakes up her team members just in case it was Giovanni.

“A little early don’t you think, Matori?” Matori composes herself and ignores Jessie’s jab.

“Giovanni hasn’t arrived yet, but I have very important news.” Jessie, James and Meowth’s interests are piqued. “Your success rates have been… less than exemplary. But, you have previously shown you are exceptional agents.”

Jessie is taken aback by the, sort of, compliment from Matori. “So what’s the issue?”

“We have reason to believe that, while neither of you are individually the reason for your constant failures, you are incompatible as a team and you are going to be reassigned to different partners, effective immediately.”

James and Meowth look at each other shocked, and the thoughts going through their head were interrupted by their soon to be, not-leader. “WHAT?! You can’t split us up! We–“

“I apologize for the inconvenience. But this is for the benefit of Team Rocket. I do not have time to argue this. It has already been decided and your new partners have been decided. James, you are to return to headquarters where you will meet your new partner and Jessie, you will remain where you are and your new partner will arrive tomorrow.”

“What about, Me-owth?”

Matori pauses. She hadn’t thought about the cat. “You can decide who you wish to go with. Thank you for your time. Best of luck with your new arrangements.”

Matori hangs up. Jessie, James and Meowth stand staring at the screen, solemn. What doe they do now? Years of working together over, just like that.

“UGH THAT LITTLE FOUR EYED BOWL CUT HAIRED FREAK! I’m gonna do something about this! They can’t do this to us!” James gently puts his had on Jessie’s shoulder.

“There’s nothing we can do,”

James packs up, Meowth has decided to go with James. They say their goodbyes. James and Meowth grab the rest of their things and leave. Jessie is left alone with her thoughts.

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Back at headquarters, we see James and Meowth being led by Matori to her office where she says his new partner is waiting. She talks about how this member is in a very similar situation. They walk in and see short, green hair. “BUTCH???”

“Oh no not you guys!”

“If you’re my new partner, that must mean…”

“Oh no,” they all say in unison.

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Jessie still lying in the same place on her bed. Why was she feeling this way? She’d been through so many parters before. Sure she’d been with James and Meowth longer, but she wasn’t one to get attached. Well, not anymore. In the middle of her thought, she hears the elevator to the base coming down. She gets up and makes herself as presentable as possible (over shirt is off, makeup kinda smeared, boots off). Before she can get her shit together, a pair of white boots click, clack in. Jessie looks up, and the flash of orange, blonde seared her eyes.

“CASSIDY?!”

“JESSIE?!”

“No, no, no there has to be some sort of mistake. I can’t be teamed up with you! I hate you!”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

“I can’t believe I going to have to work with your ugly ass every day.”

“You’re one to talk. Have you looked in the mirror lately?” Jessie turned to the standup mirror leaning against the wall. She was definitely not looking her best.

“You caught me at a bad time!”

“You sure? I recall you always looking this ratty. I guess it has been a while since I’ve seen you, thank goodness," Cassidy said smugly. Jessie was already pissed off.

“We’re calling Matori RIGHT NOW to fix this.”

“Gee, while you’re looking like that?”

“I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT.” Jessie picked up the communicator, which brandished a large R on the wall. Matori picked up.

“Good afternoon Jessie, are you aware that you’re not in uniform?”

“Cut the crap you clod! You set me up with Cassidy on purpose!”

“Ah I see you’ve met your new partner! Hello, Cassidy.”

“Matori,” Cassidy said with a small bow. Of course Cassidy was trying to stay composed. Just another way to try one-up Jessie.

“We can NOT work together. I demand you put me back on my old team!”

“While I’m not one to disagree with higher ups, Miss Matori, I unfortunately have to side with Jessie on this one. You might not be aware but Jessie and I were partners once in our training days. We simply are not compatible,” Cassidy explained as politely as possible.

“Was there a reason for this, incompatibility? I was looking through your records and it appeared that you two were quite the team back in the day. I had assumed that the executives just wanted two top agents to be on other teams with some less skilled trainees.” Both Cassidy and Jessie blushed.

It was true that Jessie and Cassidy were at the top of their class for quite some time. But the reasons for them being split up were quite… personal.

“Listen, we just can’t work together. Try getting that through that helmet head of yours.”

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~aaaaand this is where i got to~

Anyone wanna finish this for me? /j

I can't remember where I wanted this to go. I think I was gonna have Jessie and Cassidy try to suck it up and work together so they don't lose their jobs. They fight Ash and Goh, trying to get Pikachu as usual and quickly fail because of their bickering. They eventually have a heart to heart, wondering where they went wrong back when they were a team. They say a lot of things that they'd failed to communicate in the past and reconcile.

THEN this is where I kinda got stuck on what I wanted the focus/them to me. There was a version in my head where after they reconcile they like,,, make out and start falling in love again (for those new here, I firmly believe Jessie and Cassidy are bitter exes and had a falling out during their training days). After this their chemistry and communication improve immensely resulting in them succeeding to catch Pikachu. Matori comes to retrieve it but Ash and Goh get it back while it's in Matori's hands (making it her failure). And then I wasn't sure how to end this version. Maybe things going back to normal after Giovanni finds out that Jessie and Cassidy are dating and deems it unprofessional. Jessie, James and Meowth are reunited and Cassidy and Butch are as well. Happy ending were things are as they were but now Cassidy and Jessie are on good terms and still together maybe???

The oooother version was centering the story more around Jessie and her inability to keep her partners/not appreciating them. If I went with this I think I'd start off the story differently with her being a dick to James and Meowth (which she is a lot of the time but this time she crosses a line). After the team switch she finds that she really had been taking her teammates for granted. I think Cassidy and Jessie still have that heart to heart but then it's more about how Jessie hurt Cassidy and Jessie kinda realizes that she's still making the same errors currently. They reconcile buuut the both of them still want their old partners back so they hatch a plan to successfully steal Pikachu but ensure that Ash gets it back when it's in Matori's hands. They request that they be paired up with their old teammates and in exchange, wouldn't tell Giovanni that Matori messed up. Everything goes back to normal the end.

I had too many jumbled ideas and because I don't have the attention span to write for more than a couple hours I just dropped this LOL. Just thought I'd share in case anyone found this remotely interesting or entertaining hehe

#long post #yamushipping

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sonneillonv · 2 years ago

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Okay! So I binge-watched A League Of Their Own and my opinions are thus (spoiler warning):

I don’t really like Greta and Carson. Like... I don’t much like either of them as people AND I don’t really like them as a couple. Absolutely no interest whatsoever in watching them make out and go through drama. No stakes whatsoever for me when Charlie came home - it was just another drop in the drama bucket. Here we go again 🙄. Charlie seems sweet, I guess we’ll see his true colors now that he Knows. But frankly, I think both of them act like assholes to others and to each other, and I honestly have a really hard time buying that they’re in love because it doesn’t feel like love to me. It feels like someone desperately painting love on a false front, hoping that’ll turn a cut-out into a real building. I can’t get into it. Like when Greta told Carson not to always come to her with her problems, and Carson was like “??? I’m just trying to TALK to you?” I just. Noped the fuck out. There’s nothing wrong with having a just-physical relationship if that’s what two (or more) people want, but you have to discuss that. It has to be okay all around. I think Greta spends the whole season taking ruthless advantage of Carson, taking exactly what she wants from her and slapping down what Carson wants, giving her just enough little bits of sweetness so she doesn’t wiggle off the hook entirely. Carson had more chemistry with Max, tbh, and I’m not quite sure I ship them...? Because there’s that whole ‘invisible white privilege�� thing going on...? But I definitely like their potential more than I like Greta and Carson’s actuality.

I am REALLY fucking invested in what Clance and Guy are going through. That sweet baby boy better come back alive and intact from this war or I s2g I’m gonna set a few tumblr posts on fire. And Clance had better get her comics out there. She is WAY too good to keep her drawings on the kitchen table, and now that she’s moving into more ‘real’ work (like, it can still be superheroes but it will resonate more with folks if it’s about real issues) I seriously think she has nowhere to go but up. I hope to god she and Max can work it out, because I do NOT want to lose Clance to homophobia, I love her so much.

Maxine Chapman has never done a goddamn thing wrong IN HER LIFE and yet she goes around apologizing to people all the time, and it pisses me off. That thing with Bert? Are you SHITTING me? He shows up to her home where she never invited him, where her best friend lives to whom she is not out yet, and hands her that suit and has the unmitigated GALL to be pissed at her because she’s not ready to be out and proud like him. And then SHE apologizes to HIM? Oh fuck no. He could have gotten her fucking lobotomized with that shit, he should have been apologizing to HER. Like, I am not exaggerating, we literally have dialogue in the show about how one family found out their daughter was a lesbian and ‘had her put away’. Max has every reason to be completely terrified of what would happen to her as a black butch lesbian in 1943, and Bert has no right whatsoever to make assumptions about whether she should be Out and how that will affect her. I am so angry about how that scene was handled. How do you walk into a baby queer’s house with a gnc gift and NOT see the terror on her face and see her frantically trying to explain your visit to her housemate who is eying you like you’re the one who handed Eve an apple and recognize that you fucked up.

Esther’s okay, I guess. Once again, she strikes me as a little bit of a jerk and I’m just not sure I actually like her with Max. Maybe it has less to do with her and more to do with how mad I am that Max keeps apologizing for shit that isn’t her fault. It makes me think Esther might take advantage of that or something, even without meaning to. She’s presented as someone who had to fight her way to where she is now, and it makes me wonder if she won’t reflexively try to keep Max down a little bit just so she can feel secure that she’s not about to be shown up.

Lupe, Jess, and Esti are my faves right now, in terms of friendship and family dynamics. I might have a little bit of a crush on Jess, also? But I honestly think I liked Carson best during that very brief honeymoon period when she and Lupe were perfectly in sync and playing ruthless baseball and finishing each other’s sentences and mirroring each other’s signs. As soon as Carson turned against Lupe I was like “oh so the farm girl goes IN the trash, got it”. Lupe and Jess trying to co-parent Esti despite Jess not speaking her language and them not really being a couple is the most wonderful hilarious thing I saw on this show, and Esti’s fierce love and loyalty toward Jess even though they communicate almost entirely through gestures is just *chef’s kiss*. And poor Esti, god, when she made that comment about how she feels like a ghost because she can’t talk to anyone, my heart fucking broke. But even then, Jess is right there proving that love isn’t what you say, it’s what you do, and you can tell if someone loves you by their actions. Jess never treats Esti like a ghost. When she runs off to the bus station, Jess is the first to notice she’s disappeared and to CARE about what her absence means. I honestly feel less charitable toward the rest of the team partially BECAUSE they ignore Esti so much. That little girl is freshly sixteen in ep08 and Jess is the ONLY one actively taking care of her??? TF is wrong with y’all? That is a whole baby trying to make it in a foreign country where she doesn’t even speak the language! Huddle up on her, damn.

So anyway, those are my thoughts on season 1, do with them what you will.

#aloto #sonne rants #sonne watches a league of their own

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The Good Old Ed (part30)

"What a great idea Oswald," Scarlet huffed, trying to tear off all the oily feathers from her clothes and face while walking down the street "I told you it was a bad idea! But no, don't listen to me, you know better!" She was furious, mad, annoyed - just everything together. She knew it was a bad idea visiting them, she knew something bad would happen and boom - they were pressed on the ground, kneeling while loads of oil was poured over them, combined with tons of feathers. They both looked like a popped duck. It was just embarrassing. All the people that stared at them, all the laughters, the giggles, the mumbling - no one took them serious anymore, no matter who they actually were.

"I admit, it was not my best idea to pay them a visit" Oswald hesitatingly said, trying to pull some feathers off his skin "But see it like that, they didn't kill us. They've had mercy with us. It could have turned out otherwise." He's got apoint in there, it indeed could have turned out bad. But for Scarlet it just mattered that it did not turn out bad and that they now are the biggest laughingstock in Gotham City, thanks to him.

"It could have turned out otherwise if you didn't knock on the fucking door!" Scarlet almost yelled at him that some citizens already gave them weird looks "Look at us now! What do you think people think about us when they see us now? Do you think they fear us or run away? They fucking laughing about us! They can't take us serious anymore!"

"I-I'm deeply sorry for my wrong decision, Scarlet," Oswald stammered a little "I should have thought through everything. I'm sorry that this happened to you, through it was my fault. You should have stayed out of this" He really felt guilty, he didn't mean to make her angry. He was even happy that he wasn't all alone now after the release, and now, when he saw the anger in Scarlet's eyes he knew he fucked up.

"It's too late for a silly apology, Oswald" Scarlet grumbled, trying to tear some oily feathers from her face, but it was so sticky that it felt like she tore some parts of her skin off her body "We now need to find a to wash that shit off our bodies. This shit starts to smell."

"Uhm...," Oswald thought for a moment, he had an idea indeed where they would be able to wash the oil off, but he was unsure if she was fine with it "I-I would know a place, but uh-..."

"If it's one of your friend's place again, then no! I would like to avoid another stupid punishment for your false behavior in the past!" Scarlet snapped "This one here is embarrassing enough."

"My other friend is much different than Butch. I've been working with him together for some time and I've always been welcomed. Ed is just a little special, as far as I can remember" Oswald chuckled a little in embarrassment. He knew visiting Butch wasn't his best idea, but Ed was different. He'd surely be happy about the visit, he'd be able to help them.

"I know your friend Ed," Scarlet remembered the little conversation with him when he tried to convince her from helping Oswald. It was amusing to her, how he tried to hold her back from going away with a stupid little riddle.

"Oh?" Oswald frowned.

"Him and I had a short conversation after the police got ya. He's indeed special as far as I can remember" Scarlet said "But the fact I know he's from the GCPD, I'm aware he could betray us and get us back to Arkham anyhow. I've experienced that quite enough" She didn't say that without a reason. How many people just act like being your closest friend but are your actual enemies? They laugh with you, they pretend you can trust them, they always stay by your side - and boom! They betrayed you, abuse your confidence, they lied to you - and more, they don't care about you. She knew that too well. In her past life she has experienced that a lot, that was probably a reason why she never trusted a person fully.

"Ed would never do this. I mean, what would be the reason to?" Oswald defended Ed "Ed helped me many times. He-..."

"It doesn't care, Oswald!" Scarlet became a little louder. He would never understand that, would he? "They always pretend to be your friend up to the moment you're useless for them! You can trust no one except yourself!" And again people started to stare at them, due Scarlet became extremely loud.

Oswald was shocked, again he wondered whether it was all true. Again he questioned wether Scarlet was really so right with what she was telling him. Would Ed really do that? No, no he wouldn't. He has helped him all the time, why would he betray him? He had no reason to. He told him he was his friend. He wouldn't break his word, would he?

Scarlet just continued walking. She had enough of that shit, she indeed knew that it wasn't Oswald's fault that he was so infantile and dumb but it was annoying. She felt like a mother with a permanent crying baby. She didn't know what else to do, she didn't want to have the responsibility for that. Indeed she liked to boss around but not that way. She was no mother and she never wanted to be one. She had no time for a stupid pooper that would ruin her day and her figure - she needed to make plans and kill people.

"With due respect, uhm-..." Oswald started to stammer again, he actually didn't dare to say something again because he meanwhile feared her way too much "I-I know and understand your mistrust towards him, but I'd appreciate that if we still pay him a visit. It would mean a lot to me, he means a lot to me."

Scarlet just sighed. Usually she'd just tell him to go away and she'd go her own way to do her own things, she'd practically tell him to fuck off - but now she couldn't through her developed paranoia. She remembered that Hugo Strange told her to be Oswald's little bodyguard for no further reason, and to be honest, Scarlet was scared that somehow he'd be aware of everything she's doing, which means if she makes a mistake she'd be punished with electroshocks. So she had to agree with it. She had to come with him against her will, she had to give in. There was no other way out.

"You're robbing my last nerves" Scarlet grumbled, rolling her eyes in annoyance "We pay him a visit but I'll stay outside around his residence. I don't need another disgrace."

"Thank you, Scarlet" Oswald smiled widely "That's very generous of you. I owe you one!"

Scarlet just kept rolling her eyes, she still had the feeling that something would happen there, but she didn't know whether it was something good or bad.

***

"There it is!" Oswald pointed the house in the middle of the street and rushed to it, then running down some stairs to reach the entrance - Scarlet after him.

"Don't forget what I've told you," Scarlet warned him, walking a few steps backwards from the entrance "He's your problem, not mine."

Oswald didn't say a word. Instead he excitingly and nervously knocked at the door, in the hope to get a cheerful greeting. He knew Ed wouldn't be mad at him, he had no reason to. He'd be happy to see him. Ed always cared about him, he always wanted Oswald to be okay, so he had no reason to be mad at him, right?

Suddenly he heard footsteps, then the door opened.

"Hi" Oswald smiled at Ed who had just stared at him now. You could see he couldn't believe he was actually standing in front of him. He thought it was a dream.

"Penguin!" Ed laughed in joy, he was so happy to see Oswald again, to see his little buddy was okay and not hurt by the others in Arkham.

"Hi. Hi" Oswald repeated calmly.

"Hi!" Ed joyfully said.

"Sorry to intrude. I've- I've been a bit of a mess." Oswald chuckled kind of embarrassed over his looking "I was just passing by and-..." He shortly glanced at Scarlet, she just kept frowning at him as if she wanted to ask whether he's done or not "May I-... Could I come in for a moment? These feathers aren't as warm as they look."

"Of course! Where are my manners? Uh, it's-... it's so good to see you!" Ed excitingly offered him to enter his little apartment, but Oswald kept standing still, yet.

"I'm coming in company. I-If you don't mind her coming in, as well?" Oswald friendly asked. He knew that Scarlet said otherwise, but he didn't like the idea of her staying outside all alone with the oil and feathers on her body. He thought it was just rude if he was able to wash it off and she didn't.

"She can come in, too! For sure! Who is it?" Ed took some steps outside. When he saw Scarlet, he was surprised. He remembered the meeting with her too well, and there she declined helping him in any way. So why was she with him now? It seemed like she changed her mind, but with what reason? "Scarlet Patel."

"Hello Ed," Scarlet simply said, she didn't really want to have a conversation with him since she still didn't trust him enough. He still was someone from the GCPD, he still had access to Jim Gordon and he'd be able to send them back to Arkham, especially her.

"What a pleasure to meet again. It's been a long time since we've met last, isn't it?" Ed gave her a warm smile to show her he enjoyed their company completely.

"Arkham was never a place for me to stay in there forever, but you're right. It indeed has been a long time," Scarlet answered "I didn't forget about our last conversation"

"Me neither, that's why I'm surprised to see you," Ed said "So would you like to come in? I'm sure you want to wash the feathers off your body."

"Why should I trust someone from the GCPD?" Scarlet kept being skeptical about him. She still didn't know whether she should trust him or not. A happy greeting doesn't mean shit.

"I understand," Ed chuckled, and from there on it was like his personality changed instantly, he didn't seem to be this super friendly guy next door anymore. He now resembled a villain that was about to threat someone "For sure, if I was you I wouldn't trust me either, but you know," Ed walked up to Scarlet and stopped right in front of her "We play the same game."

This made Scarlet thinking. 'Playing the same game'... that would explain why he secretly asked her for help the other day, why he tried to make a plan with her. He wasnt as innocent and truthful to the GCPD as he seemed. But what did he do to say he was playing the same game as she did? Did he kill people? Did he torture them? Or was he just a little thief? Or a corrupt cop?

"So, Ms.Patel," Ed smirked "Would you like to come in to wash all those feathers off or would you like to stay outside and disgrace yourself?"

***

"So how have you been, old friend? Well, I hope." Oswald said making himself comfortable in Ed's apartment.

"Yeah, well. I have been, been busy. I've been really busy. And what about you? I've heard you've been released. With Scarlet. What... What just.... What happened?" Ed asked excitingly. He wanted to know everything about, every single detail.

"Oh, oh," Oswald chuckled, looking down at all the feathers "Well, just good old Butchnd Tabitha having fun. They talked about killing me then about killing Scarlet somehow. So this was actually pretty nice of them, considering."

"Pretty nice of them?" Ed frowned, he couldn't believe Oswald really said that "They did a really good job in Arkham, huh?"

"I'm here to tell you Ed, as a friend, violence and anger are not the answer. I am a changed man. Better, and you can change, too, and you, too, Scarlet." Oswald smiled at both of them.

"Ehh, I prefer the violence," Scarlet commented, she would never ever think of stopping the killing for example. What would she do otherwise then? Shaking others hands? Go to demonstrations and charities? No, never!

"Cool." Ed commented to Oswald's little speech "Tempting offer." He cleared his throat "The thing is, the me I am right now is kinda hitting my stride." This made Scarlet smile a little for herself, apparently Ed wasn't as good as she assumed him to be. He indeed was different, and yes, maybe he was playing the same game as she did.

"Oh" Oswald nodded understanding.

"And I'm really grateful for all that you've taught me, and that bad stuff you've told me about Jim Gordon is really paying off." Ed laughed.

"Is it?" Oswald questioned, trying to remember what he told him - but he forgot. He didn't remember a thing, so he just simply nodded making him believe he knew what Ed meant.

"It is. It helped me to create the perfect puzzle to get rid off my Jim Gordon dilemma. Normally I would love to share it to be honest, the new you is kind of freaking me out." And this hit Oswald deeply. His friend didn't really seem to like him anymore, it now sounded like he'd love to avoid him and rather continue his work. It was like a world broke apart for him right now.

"I'm just really busy right now." Ed opened the door for Oswald, showing he should step out of his apartment. Through Oswald's changed behavior, Ed started, let's say somewhat disliking him. Oswald was his friend still, but Ed preferred avoiding him for now.

"Well, I'll be on my way." Oswald said, stepping outside "Scarlet? You're coming?"

"Not, yet," Ed said before Scarlet could answer anyhow "I need to talk to her, alone. She'll come back in a few minutes. But thanks for passing by." And so, Ed closed the door in front of Oswald.

"So you wanna talk to me, Ed?" Scarlet chuckled with crossed arms "What is it, sweetheart? Some chit chat about Oswald's health condition?"

"I know you wouldn't have been released without a reason. So how did you get out of Arkham? What was your reason to be released?" How did it come that Ed was so eager to know it? Why did he want to talk to her so all of a sudden? What was all behind that?

"Why so eager to know it?" Scarlet smirked, facing him "Are you up to something with me?"

"I'm not dumb, Scarlet. No one would ever want you to be released after all the cruelties you've done. Everyone wishes you to be either dead or rot in Arkham. But one soul had mercy with you - and I wanna know who it was and why." Ed muttered. Of course, he was up to something with her. He needed her advice, maybe even her little help - but for that he needed to know how Arkham has changed her to make use of it.

"You need my help, am I right?" Scarlet frowned "Hm, I have a little deja-vu. What is it this time? Helping another friend? Or do you need help in private?" She played with him a little, like why should she disclose some information if she doesn't know what's up?

"I need some advice to continue with my plans." Ed started "You have the talent to play with people, to make them feel edgy, scare them, make them nervous... I need that talent."

"Who is it you want to scare away?"

"Jim Gordon" When Scarlet heard that, she gave him her most mischievous grin she could make. Jim Gordon was something different - he deserved it.

"Ohhh, we talk about the good old Jim!" Scarlet claimed "Sure I help you!" She started walking towards Ed and faced him that their faces were just inches away from each other "Tell me Ed, what do you see?"

"What do you mean?" Ed asked confused.

"When you look at me, what do you see?" Scarlet eyed him deeply.

"I see some dark eyes that long for blood and death, the darkness from your past is taking over every time you either see a couple or people with behavior that reminds you of your father's. Then there's the scar-..."

"You're right, you see a scar." Scarlet grinned "You first need a sign that represents you to scare people away."

"Oh, I do." Ed smiled "I also have a technique how to pressure people. You know, when I was a little boy I discovered my predilection for riddles. They're perfect to confuse people and make them overthink in a dangerous situation."

"That's a beginning," Scarlet smiled "And for the ultimate terror you need to play with his sweet sensitive spots. Play with the thoughts to harm his partner, to haunt his partner, tell him every single detail how you'd torture her. Let him think he left her alone and that she was now a helpless deer. Let him think she's in danger now and she could die every minute."

"That's all behind that? Pure manipulation?" Ed frowned. He thought it was much harder.

"Nuh, uh, uh," Scarlet placed a finger on his mouth to shush him "Don't underestimate the power of manipulation, don't underestimate difficulty of manipulation, dear. You need the right words at the right timing. You need to think before you speak, think through everything thousands of times before you say one word."

"So that's what Arkham has taught you" Ed simply nodded. He understood what she meant. Jim Gordon was well-known for reverse psychology. He used your words against yourself, so you needed to be careful what you said.

"That was not only Arkham. That was my past, all the people I've known. Sooner or later you learn how to read people's mind and how to handle them - and up to the point them best, with all their fortes and foibles and their sensitive spots, you can start playing with them." Scarlet said "Arkham just helped me becoming stronger."

Instead of a response, Ed simply looked at her. He was impressed how much Scarlet could help him, he now knew how to treat Jim Gordon if needed.

"Good" Scarlet smirked, clapping her hands "But now, I need to go. I shouldn't leave lil Ossy outside all alone. He could run away and I would need to find him." She made her way to the exit, opening the door already

"Thanks for your advice, Ms.Patel." Ed said giving her a small smile.

"Anytime again, Ed"

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tsk i’m DYING to hear your play-by-play on which worm characters have dumb fanon interpretations

UH OH YOU JUST OPENED THE FLOODGATES so the short answer is pretty much every major character but I am a high-effort bitch so let's do this: Taylor Hebert: jfc, I could probably hit a word count limit talking about Taylor alone. First you have the dumb as shit TINO (Taylor In Name Only) phenomenon where people just straight up SI as Taylor but pretend it's her and she's basically a different person wearing Taylor's skin like an ill-fitting suit. Then there's the Memetic Escalator Taylor interpretation where Taylor's Warlord era characterization is flanderized so hard that she turns into her world's version of Doomguy where her response to literally everything is ultra violence, mutilation and torture and she can totally beat up anyone you guys hahah coin sock goes brrrrr you go brutalize those totally deserving victims queen. And then there's shy, stuttering, soft spoken "useless lesbian" Taylor which is not as common but still, fuckin straight men and the way they infantize gay women. Taylor is perhaps the most consistently inconsistent characterization I've seen in fandom, it's fucking wild Lisa Wilbourn: Has two fanon settings. Taylor's best friend who exists solely to give exposition and get the "Stop Coil" subplot rolling (occasional gay subtext will be added in a way that feels fetishy) Or, the evil bitchy blonde who is first target of the SI. I constantly wonder if the people who write the frankly masturbatory SI's are aware that we can tell they're still bitter about girls not dating them in highschool. Brian: basically does not exist in fic aside from the occasional joke cause racism and also because of how popular wlw ships are in Worm fandom. you deserve better dude Alec: has a few token appearances in wormfic fandom that usually have him as the comic relief alongside Aisha, which might actually be for the best considering he's a rapist and the Worm fandom's uhhhh tendencies. Moving on- Aisha: prankster girl that alt!Taylor will adopt as a younger sibling. hopefully is not part of the totally-not-a-harem considering she's even younger then the rest of these teens Bitch: Another girl to fall into alt!Taylor's definitely-not-a-harem, but with more butch tendencies. Basically has no personality in fanon outside of her dogs Parian: SHE DOESN'T HAVE A SHOP FFS also another member of Taylor's totally-not-a-harem Flechette: yeah it's a harem Sophia: holy shit you think Brian's bad? The racism in pretty much every fanon depiction of Sophia is off the charts. Hyper-violent, super edgy, "predator/prey" speech inbound, will get humilated/killed in some new, supposedly satisfying but actually just deeply uncomfortable way, probably throw in some E88 shit too just because Emma: again, do the writers know we can tell they're still malding over the fact that the pretty girls in highschool didn't date them? fanon emma is pretty much a cardboard cut out of whoever was mean to the author. something something bitches three Madison: in fanon has a C53 fetish, occasionally is also Browbeat. don't ask why Victoria: gets hit with the blonde stereotypes even harder then Lisa, "Collateral Damage Barbie" is one of the phrases that activates my flight or fight responses. she basically is an entirely different character in fanon. bubbly dumb blonde girl with a massive temper and well other sexist bullshiit Amy: I hate even touching this character with a ten foot pole but basically is hit with the "soft useless lesbian" trope hard enough to make her into a completely separate person from her canon self. whether or not this is a good thing is still up for debate Carol: in fanon, an evil bitch who exists solely to bully Amy Mark: who? The rest of New Wave: cannon fodder for Leviathan Danny Hebert: literally stale milk instead of a personality, will probably die before the fic is over but we won't care because the author did not care either Armsmaster: hahaha robotman go brrrr or is an arrogant self-aggrandizing shit, can't interact with people without Dragon helping him 24/7 Miss Militia: fanon bat'd into team mom,

idk where this came from considering her first instinct upon seeing children is to pull out a gun holy shit wait is she actually Taylor's true mom- Velocity: canon fodder for levi Battery & Assault: sitcom wife, sitcom husband! please ignore how fucked up this relationship is if you look at it for more than two seconds Dauntless: haha armsy is JEALOUS also cannon fodder for levi Triumph: who? The BB wards in general tend to be incredibly bland, the only ones who have fanon personalities of note are Clockblocker and Vista. The former being such a huge prankster that every other line is a joke- or him complaining about how BULLSHIT Alt!Taylor's powers are. Vista is an angry kiddo who says that Shadow Stalker doesn't count as being a girl on the team The E88: no personality for any of them except that Kaiser is noble and really isn't that bad and also Purity did nothing wrong totally she's just a hot mom trying to do her best, please ignore how she exclusively targets characters of color and literally calls white criminals more civilized than miniorities- the worm fandom has something of a nazi problem i hate it here The ABB: racism and honorable samurai lung even though that has no canon basis so again, racist stereotypes The Slaughterhouse 9: This one makes me just as sad as the Lisa shit because dear god this is such a good cast of villains that fanon completely flattens to bowling pins for the Alt!Taylor of the week to mow down, why does this fandom suck so much. Anyway Jack is just the Joker, Crawler is masochistic, etc i'm moving on now The PRT/Protectorate as a whole: They are an evil paramilitary organization that pressgangs kids into signing up to become child soldiers, and somehow at the same time, they are a bunch of idiots who listen to the PR department and have stupid things like RULES that prevent capes from COMMITTING VIOLENCE. Being called "the biggest gang of all" is common and some shit like "at least the criminals are honest" is a likely statement. Cauldron: whoo boy this one really boils my blood but fanon Cauldron are just a bunch of evil idiots who can't even tie their shoelaces. basically a bunch of dudebros are upset that women run the world and that two of them essentially have "I win" powers so they have to make them lose to their SI- er, Taylor in fics so they can assuage their masculinity, which totally isn't pathetic Scion: Is at once the end all be all of worm you can't write a wormfic without scion or else it's TOTALLY MEANINGLESS because what is the point of a story if all the characters are going to DIE in a few years anyway, and at the same time is incredibly easy to defeat- this ties into how Cauldron is stupid. Scion Truthers pls shut up and go read something else okay I think that's everyone I would apologize but the only thing I'm sorry for is how messy this is

#Worm #Parahumans #Worm Fanfic #Worm Fanon #if you can't tell #I'm a little annoyed with the worm fanfic fandom #dear SI writers stop being such creeps #and nazis pls fucking leave we don't want you here go away

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"Please tell me you're not wearing that."

Elayn looked down, then back up with a wide grin. She tugged at her bright rainbow suspenders with her thumbs. "What, not tacky enough?"

Serana gave the ensemble another slow scan. "No, it's… definitely tacky. The combat boots with the khaki shorts is a nice touch."

The grin got wider as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. "They're going to be throwing candy, and I wasn't anywhere near prepared enough last time."

Serana rolled her eyes, but softened it with a smile. "You're ridiculous."

"Isn't that why we're dating?" her girlfriend asked as they headed out the door.

She took a moment to lock up while Serana laughed. "'Careless Whisper' on a boom box outside my window. I can't believe my dad didn't kill you. I know you stole that, by the way. We both went to see that movie when it came out."

"They marketed it as a romcom!" Elayn protested.

They were in the car now. It would be a trick to find parking, but they were running early thanks to Serana's habit of scheduling everything. Elayn was more the type to go with the flow, but living together had her adapted enough that the flow she went with was largely dictated by Serana's schedule. As a research chemist, she worked interesting hours at times, but Elayn was a good roommate, she cooked and cleaned, mostly because she had the time. Lacrosse wasn't a well paying sport compared to something like soccer, but the off seasons gave her plenty of time to maintain their loft.

"Five dollars an hour?" Elayn griped as the machine printed out their ticket.

"Homophobia strikes again," Serana said with mock solemnity.

She snorted and wrapped an arm around her girlfriend's waste. "Which park did you say this thing started in again?"

It was a little place surrounded by tall buildings, but it was a green patch in a city largely made out of grey. It being Pride Month, the grey was broken up by rainbows. The two wandered around as they waited for the parade to start.

Well, at least, they started to wander when Elayn caught sight of a dog and all but dragged her girlfriend over to say hi.

"What's his name?" she asked, so full of enthusiasm she practically floated. "Can I pet him?"

The dog's owner, someone with a short haircut in a crop top that was orange, yellow, and white striped, nodded. "If he lets you. Sometimes he's not so-- oh gosh," they said, eyes wide as they watched Elayn kneel down and offer a hand to sniff that was immediately accepted. "You must have good vibes."

"She's a dog person," Serana said with a laugh as the dog put its front paws on Elayn's shoulders so he could lick her face.

"What's his name?" she asked through slobbery kisses.

The butch grinned. "That's Duke, I'm Cas. It's nice to meet you!"

The two introduced themselves just in time for a volunteer to come up with bottles of water. "Our city got voted best water in the state," she said cheerfully. "Take a few, it's gonna be a hot one."

Before the march, there were speeches. The first was an introduction to the city's first pride parade since the 80s. The second was from a drag queen inviting everyone to the show later that night. Finally, the speeches were closed by an Episcopalian pastor trying to make up for the rest of Christianity's sins.

"It's starting!" Elayn said excitedly when the crowd started to funnel out of the park.

The march went down the sidewalk for a few blocks. Traffic was halted and the waiting cars honked while passengers waved. Elayn waved a lesbian flag, Serana had a bi flag, and the two of them dragged a rainbow striped cooler.

"Mom! Mom!" Elayn heard behind her. "Look, it's two cicadas going at it!"

She glanced behind her. There was a set of twins, about twelve years old, one of them draped in a trans flag and holding the cicadas that were indeed trying to reproduce. Elayn snorted and hit herself in the face trying to keep a laugh contained. "You like bugs, huh?"

The girl in the trans flag beamed. "They're my favorite! Well, except for tarantulas, but Mom won't let me have one."

"The rabbit gets out of its cage enough." The way the girl's mom said it, this was an age old argument. "I don't want to squash it when it ends up in my shoe."

"I had a snake when I was growing up," Serana chimed in. "A corn snake that never got out."

The twins turned out to be part of a family unit. One twin was trans, and their older brother was too, and as Elayn found soon, was very excited to start HRT. "Get a Gc2b binder," she said. "When I'm feeling like a flat day, it works really well."

The boy, a younger fourteen, practically floated with excitement. "I will!"

Serana chatted with the parents while Elayn occupied the kids. "Have you folks been to Pride before?"

Their mom, a woman named Chelsea, shook her head. "Nope, both kids came out last September and they've been talking about the festival ever since."

"You seem like really supportive parents," Serana said. It carried the weight of one speaking who has not had contact with their parents since high school.

Chelsea could tell, and she opened her arms for a hug that Serana was more than happy to accept.

The march was only about a mile long, and it ended in another park. Elayn craned her neck and said, "I think I see the beer line, wait here?"

"We will!" said the girl, who was very proud to be named Luna now.

Serana and Chelsea shared a grin. "I guess we'll wait here," the mom said.

It was a bit of a line, which was probably not a good thing, but apparently people were restricted on how many drinks they could buy, so at least there was that. While Elayn waited, she was joined by two people wearing pronoun pins that said "she/her".

Elayn's jaw dropped at the sight of one of the girls' dress, which was a flowing, fae like ensemble. "Holy shit!" she said. "You look amazing!"

She blushed and ducked her head as she smiled. "Thank you, I got it from Amazon."

"It's her first Pride," her friend added.

That just amazed Elayn more. "With the sparkles and the green eyeshadow, I wouldn't have guessed. Everything you've got going on is just amazing."

"Thank you!" she squeaked.

Elayn wasn't alone in thinking the dress was gorgeous. Another person came up to compliment it, and they had such dope tattoos that Elayn could not help but comment.

"The guy that did them is great," they gushed. "He does blacklight work too!"

So she got a website saved on her phone for the next time she really wanted to get a tattoo on top of the three she already had; scrollwork on her bicep, a wolf on her shoulder blade, and a small date on her wrist that was the day she met Serana.

When she got back to her girlfriend and the others, an IPA in hand that was frankly piss, she told them about the girl in the fae dress.

"I saw her!" Serana exclaimed.

"Amazon."

"No way."

Next was food, especially if she was going to drink a beer. Assuming she actually drank it. "There's some food trucks," she pointed out. "I could go for a corndog."

"I'm going to get some mac and cheese," Serana said.

"Mom! Mom!" Luna's twin brother, Ian, tugged at his mom's sleeve. "Can we get pretzels?"

Chelsea sighed good-naturedly. "I suppose. Do you two want to meet up after?"

"Over by the stage?" Elayn suggested.

The group separated. She found the line for corndogs and funnel cake. While she was waiting, the woman ahead of her glanced her way, so Elayn said, "Howdy!"

"Hey there, hun!" She clapped her on the shoulder. "Having a good time?"

"I am," she said with a grin. "Everyone here is so nice. There were some moms back there handing out hugs!"

"Well, I'm a mom, would you like a hug?"

"I would love that."

It was a lovely hug, the woman was warm and smelled floral. When they separated, she said, "I'm Elayn! It's good to meet you. Can I get you a corndog?"

As she pulled out her wallet, the woman waved her money away. "It's Nessa, and actually, I'd like to buy you a corndog."

"You don't have to--"

Nessa laughed. "I miss my daughters, you'd be doing me a favor."

They chatted while the line went down, about lacrosse and about university. It turned out Nessa's two daughters went off to college in other cities, so it had been a while since she saw either. "I had a son," she said. "But now I have a very happy daughter, and I'm so proud of her."

"I wish I had a mom like you," Elayn said, thinking about growing up foster care.

Nessa grabbed her in another hug. "Now you do!"

When she got back to Serana and the others, they were listening to the music booming from the speakers. She had to yell to tell the group about her new mom.

Chelsea looked a little sad, because she could connect the dots, but Luna and Ian were too busy freaking out over the cotton candy Nessa had bought her too.

Not long after, the stage was occupied. Elayn was chatting with Luna with her back turned, so she missed it until Serana tapped her shoulder and turned her around.

"Holy shit!" She hollered and clapped at the sight of a gorgeous, sequin clad drag queen in four inch heels doing a backflip off the stage and onto grass. "Holy shit!"

As it turned out, the drag queens took tips, and it was at that point that Elayn knew she was about to spend a lot of money. Each queen that performed, and there were many, got a five in exchange for the sheer joy Elayn got when the queen before her touched her hand.

When there was a break in the performances, she went back to Serana, who had a smirk on her face. "Should I be jealous?"

Elayn cupped her face, and in a fit of sheer enthusiasm, kissed her girlfriend soundly, to the delight of the twins who hooted. "Don't worry, babe," she teased. "You're the only queen for me."

"Flatterer." Serana swatted at her chest, but the smile on her face was pleased regardless.

It was all a blur from there. Fair food, loud music-- and Elayn found beer that wasn't piss! She taught the twins a new vocabulary of cuss words the moment she found out their mom was fine with foul language. They parted around five in the afternoon, when a voice through a megaphone warned attendants that the festival was about to start catering to adults. There was a concert with more drag queens, this time in much more risqué outfits that Elayn would have given a kidney to see on Serana.

When she said something, her girlfriend got a light in her eye. "Really now?" she purred. "Maybe for your birthday."

By 11pm, Elayn was high on the party atmosphere and a few beers. The festival was over, and the walk back to their car would be a trick. "Did you have fun?" she asked Serana as they walked hand in hand.

She got a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so glad I have you. When are we getting married?"

"When I figure out how to surprise you with a ring."

#skyrim fanfiction #Modern AU #pride 2021 #Femslash #dragonborn #serana #Whoever gets the reference gets a cookie and to feel superior

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american idiot - chapter one

link to wattpad story // link to series masterlist // link to writing

word count: 2.7k

warnings: the bowers gang, weapons, violence, basically the whole thing (if you're not comfortable with violence or abuse -- which henry faces during the movies and during the book -- then i recommend you don't read, but i'll try to tag appropriately!)

a/n: i hope you don't think it's ass but this is probably going to come out every other friday or so but this is more of a trailer than the start of the actual series

HENRY DIDN'T REMEMBER a better time in his life than when he heard the news that Tommy 'Gun' Lee was coming back to Derry for the summer. To him, nothing topped the moment where is dad was slurring over his dinner (leftover hot dogs -- again), and let it slip that the "ungrateful little bitch" was coming back for a few months over the summer, and that "your whore of a mother" didn't mention if she was staying for the year or not.

He remembered huffing and puffing, grumbling something under his breath before excusing himself, and running to call Patrick like it was fucking Christmas morning.

Something about his darling little sister coming back made his heart race and a smile light up his face, and it was evident from the way he stepped into Derry Middle on the last day of school.

Oh, this summer would be perfect! His deal with Denbrough was over, the gang was all together, and his perfect sister was coming back from San Diego for the summer. Tommy Lee Bowers, he knew, would make this the best summer he;d ever had -- and by fucking God, he wasn't going to let anything stand in his way. Not that stuttering freak or the stupid Tozier kid who's mouth ran a mile a minute or his father's thriving alcohol addiction -- absolutely nothing.

His Tommy Gun would rule that fucking school the second she stepped in to pick him up, and every one knew it.

Word travels fast at Derry Middle, and when it got around that Bowers had a little sister coming, the first thing Bill Denbrough did was panic.

She couldn't be too different, could she?

The same blood ran through their veins, the same color skin on their bones, and most likely, the permanently upturned smirk tattooed to their lips. His hopes didn't improve when he saw the girl himself, waiting outside on the hood of Butch's car, throwing rocks at little kids passing by as she sat patiently for Henry to come outside.

He'd promised her a tour of the school -- it's only fair, he put it, that a queen knows her kingdom before taking it over. Henry had no doubt that Tommy would run the school when it was her time in September. A grade below Tits and the rest of his ugly friends, it would be more embarrassing than anything else to watch them suffer socially at the hands of a twelve year old girl.

(Henry very much looked forward to that moment. So much so, in fact, that he near goddamn skipped his way to the front of the school to open the door so they could start the tour. It helped that he was getting out of math class.)

It was only in the few moments before she walked in the door (immediately claiming the whole goddamn building with a footstep) that Bowers caught him by the bag and dragged him into the bathroom, away from the rest of the kids, and most likely, where he'd lay dying for the rest of the school day and foreseeable future (Stanley refused to shit in the school bathrooms, and seeing as he was the only one on this side of the building, he was screwed.).

Bill had never liked being alone with Henry Bowers. Nothing good ever came out of it, and he didn't want to stick around this time to find out why he'd been pulled into a bathroom and away from the rest of the student population. Henry let go of Bill's bag, letting him stumble around for a second or two before straightening up and backing him up against the wall.

"W-what d-d-do you w-want, B-Bowers?" Bill nearly spat, looking the older boy in the eyes. Henry's permanent smirk seemed to grow a few inches on either side, because he just chuckled softly -- albeit cruelly -- and looked down at the Denbrough boy. Bill could smell his breath, even though the two weren't standing particularly close to one another.

"Well, B-b-billy," he mocked, nearly laughing as he relaxed his posture a little bit and backed away from him. (Any one is passing who didn't know them might have said, "Hey, I bet those two boys are damn good friends.") "I have some news for you and your group of stupid fucking friends, and let me tell you" -- Henry stopped to laugh for a second, like he was cracking himself up -- "it's going to make your life a living hell."

Bill gulped. He didn't think, realistically, it could get much worse.

"You got a free ride this year because of your little brother," Henry reminded, smiling a little bit, seeming genuine. "But the ride's over Denbrough. This summer is going to be the worst summer of your entire life."

(Bill didn't expect him to say anything else -- but honestly, every summer was the worst summer of his entire life. He didn't catch a break from the older boy and his group of goons, but there was a feeling down in the pits of his stomach that told him that this time, this time, for real, was going to be the worst summer vacation he's ever going to have as long as he lives.)

"But I do have a little piece of extra advice I'm gonna give you."

Bill huffed. "You're so generous," he started, rolling his eyes, as he tried to walk out of the bathroom. Henry grabbed onto his backpack, "but I think I'll have to pass with this one."

He was cut off as Bowers kicked him on shin and onto the cold bathroom tiles. So much for being brave.

"I think you might want to hear this." Henry squatted down to look Bill in the eyes. There was still a hint of a smile on his face. Boy, this is gonna be good. "If you think I'm a pain in your ass--"

"I d-do think you're a p-pain in m-my a-ass."

Henry paused for a second, sending a menacing smile, and pushed him back on the ground as he got up and stepped over the boy on the floor, before beginning to make his way out of the bathroom before looking back, before lending Bill a hand to get up. He hesitantly took it and brushed off his pants, lips pressed tightly together as he looked at Henry. "Then you're gonna hate the girl sitting on Belch's car."

"Why's that?" Bill asked, feigning confidence, already knowing the answer. Henry could tell, just exhaling and giving him a big mischievous smile, hands behind his back.

"Not important, but she's not gonna be as nice as I am," he said with a grin, "but I'm just looking out for you, Billy Boy. Wouldn't want Tommy Gun to whip your ass without some working, right?"

With that, Henry left the bathroom, a smile plastered on his face as he went to greet his sister, and Bill raced out of there like his ass was on fire -- warning Richie not to talk to or about the pretty girl sitting on Belch's car.

-- -- --

"Best feeling ever!" Stan groaned, grinning ear to ear as he dumped out everything from his backpack. School had finally let out for the summer — no more stupid math classes or dumb reading assignments and annoying history tests, just Stanley and his bird book for three whole months.

A piece of his own personal heaven. Points if the pretty girl on Belch's hood was with him but hey, he wasn't picky.

"Really?" Richie asked with a grin on his face, "Try tickling your pickle for the first time." Eddie rolled his eyes, but Bill smiled. Stan let out another groan -- not a good one, this time -- even though, if he had to be honest, this seemed like it would be the best summer of his whole entire life.

Richie felt it too, if he were going to tell the truth (as he so rarely did -- or at times, so bluntly did), that this felt like it was going to the be the absolutely best summer he would have for the rest of his life. He had a whole checklist and everything for things he wanted to do (kiss some girls), things he wanted to see (some girls' boobs), and things he wanted to experience (there were a number of interesting things on this list).

And quite frankly, he felt as though every single thing on every one of his lists could be accomplished with the girl sitting on Belch Huggins' car hood, smiling mischievously as she watched the kids coming out of school.

God, did she really and truly look like an angel. Deep brown hair, straight in some parts and wavy in others, came down a little bit past her collarbone (not super cared for, but neither was his), cherry red lips, and a cute line of freckles going across the bridge of her nose. She was the most impressive tan he'd ever seen in his whole life, a very deep beige from the summer sun — even though it was only June.

The top part was being held up by some clip, and Richie could see his own Hawaiian shirt going over her tank top instead of the open button down she was wearing on top. It was lazy looking and careless and little bit disheveled, but that day, Richard Wentworth Tozier II was convinced he saw the hottest girl to ever be created.

Eddie interrupted his dream, snapping him back for only a second. "So what do you guys want to do tomorrow?"

"I start my training," Richie responded immediately.

"Training for what?"

"Street Fighter."

"You're going to spend your whole summer inside of an arcade?" Eddie couldn't imagine that prospect, but with Richie, anything was possibly -- no matter how disgusting it might seem.

"Beats spending it inside of your mother, oh!" Richie's goofy grin came back in an instant and leaned over for a high five from Bill when his hand was brought down by Stan. "And, 'course, my summer bucket list."

Eddie sent him a pity glance, "No girl's gonna let you fuck her this summer, Richie. If they have any brains at all, no girl is going to let you go within a ten foot radius of her without realizing what she's doing." Richie pressed his lips together. Of course Eddie would be cynical, it's just because — "and don't tell me that I think it because I just haven't hit puberty yet!"

Richie gave him a toothy grin, "Aw, shucks, Eddie Spaghetti, you know me so well. When you see a pretty girl, like say, that one over there—" he pointed discreetly towards the girl on the hood —"you'll get that feeling of butterflies in your stomach and just think, 'Wow, I've just seen an angel.' I don't mean Bowers, I just-"

"Yeah, you mean his little sister." Eddie looked up to Richie for a response, only to see him at a loss for words, jaw dropping and face paling.

For once, Richie Tozier was speechless as Eddie laughed and slapped his back as Bill mentioned something about the Barrens and Georgie and finding him — even though everybody had long accepted the fact that Georgie wasn't just missing.

It was like a switch. Everything changed in that instant. It was like she grew fangs and claws, and he watched Patrick look at her like she hung the fucking moon. It was incredibly painful, but he assumed, in a sense, they deserved each other. It took a second before he realized what this would actually mean for him: having to worry about a double in the hallways — a hot double that could potentially fool him into forgetting her Bowers-ness — and someone else to make fun of him in ways that he'd never tjough imaginable.

Sure, Bowers wasn't awfully bright, but he sure as hell was creative when it came down to it.

"Gunner!" Richie heard Bowers (the boy one) laugh as she shoved him in the side, cackling along herself, cigarette never leaving her mouth — opting just to talk out of the side of it.

Oh, so her name must have been Gunner. That's unfortunate, he thought to himself. But then again, she seems awful, so maybe she just deserves it. He smiled to himself. "Tommy Lee, we've gotta start heading out soon."

Wait, so was it Tommy Lee? Or was it Gunner? Was that just the gang's nickname for her? More importantly, if it was, why the fuck would they choose a name like Gunner for her? Nothing was settling about that fact, and although Richie wasn't typically one to spiral, it was hard to control himself.

"You didn't tell me you had friends, Henny!" Tommy exclaimed girlishly, making Patrick spit out his sofa and slam his hand on the car hood, flicking out her cigarette and letting Patrick snuff it out. She put a hand on her heart. "Oh, you've grown up so fast! I remember it was just yesterday you took a massive shit in that kids backpack and had to do forty hours of community service!"

Richie could tolerate a lot of things. One thing he couldn't tolerate though, was not being able to chime in when his story was being used and told all wrong — or mentioned without his name. Luckily, he was spared his intervention by a howling Belch Huggins.

"It was four eyes!" Huggins nearly screamed, warning a howling laugh from Tommy and shove from Victor, followed by a point led by Patrick. "Yeah, him!"

Richie could feel his face heating up, but before he could say anything, the bright blue TransAM was firing up the engine, and was getting ready to peel out of the school parking lot like a man man was driving.

Bill was the first to say anything. "Sorry about that, Rich. Bowers is a real asshole."

"So is his sister," he made out through his teeth.

Richie saw himself as a 'go with the flow' kind of guy, but goddamn it, he wasn't going to let Tommy Lee shit all over him and get away with it.

He was too stubborn, too arrogant, and too proud to let that happen, but with only a second or two of knowing she existed, he knew she was the exact same way. He could get tell it with the way she walked and talker and immediately took control of some of the scariest kids in Derry Middle.

But she wouldn't come out on top of this one.

There's no way. He refused to let it happen. Letting her win would show everyone else that he was just a loser who couldn't stand up to a girl who's was going to beat the living daylights out of him if he looked at her the wrong way.

She already had Henry and Patrick and Belch on her side — an even, if not better, match to four decently sized seventh graders. There was no excuse for them to get beat.

Grinding his teeth and tearing his eyes away from her, laughing mischievous and almost secretly as she put her cigarette out on Belch's hood as not to be noticed by he coo around the corner (Rich didn't know that the cop around the corner was her father who would beat her till she couldn't stand if he caught her smoking) he said, "So, Barrens tomorrow, right Bill?"

And right as Tommy Lee Bowers and her newfound gang pulled out of the parking lot, she and Richie Tozier locked eyes and made a silent pact — an agreement — something they both agreed on — something he'd be thinking about all night and the whole next morning:

Derry is two small for the two of us.

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