#comic fanfiction? idk how to tag this

[burritello3000]

Okay, this is a crossover based off of @somerandomdudelmao’s Marble Sky and CAS series. While I was reading this post I was like “they should have a crossover” and this came to me like a month later while I was sleeping. If Ecliptica seems off it’s because I wanted to write some protective Uncle Tello and Casey Junior scenes. … IT WAS FUN OKAY. This takes place around the latest Marble Sky update (as of 6-18-2024).

Oscar had been talking to Ecliptica, just having a little chat, like what they used to do. Oscar had to slip away from Ward and Holly to do this. He was trying to get information without being too suspicious, while trying not to give away information. You know, classic spy stuff. Alcor was with them too, snoozing away in Oscar’s lap.

“So~” Oscar said, stroking the fur on Alcor’s head. “I was thinking—”

“My Moon?” a voice interrupted him. It was another Marmor. He looked nervous, his tail flicking. 

Ecliptica tilted her head towards him, an annoyed look on her face. “Yes, yes, what is it?”

The other Marmor gulped. “There’s a bit of a… situation in Lab B. We were testing the multi-dimensional portal machine the scientists have been working on.” He was fiddling with his tail now. “There was a purple flash, and an unknown alien species appeared out of nowhere.” He glanced in Oscar’s direction. “There is a human with it. The unknown alien is particularly aggressive and protective of the human. We are trying to detain it, but we need your help, my Moon.”

Ecliptica stood up, staring at the wall for a few moments. She was probably using her echolocation thing. An explosion suddenly rang out, causing Alcor to scramble out of Oscar’s lap in surprise. She straightened. “Let’s go.”

“Another human?” Oscar butted in, running up to her side. “Can I come? Maybe I can help calm them down.” He needed to see if this new person could be an ally, and maybe stop the Marmors from eating them if Ecliptica decided to.

She glanced at him, a small smile on her face. “Okay. I’ll protect you.” She started walking towards the direction of the explosion. Oscar followed her and the other Marmor, hiding a grin of his own. I’m not that one that needs protection, Ecliptica… I’ll stop you soon enough.

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First of all, this was not Donnie’s fault. Sure, maybe the time portal needed a few adjustments, but it wasn’t capable of something of this scale! He had programmed it to travel through time powered by Hamato ninpo. Not to travel to a weird alien (why did it have to be aliens) spaceship floating in the middle of fucking SPACE! And he hadn’t been expecting to accidentally take Casey Junior, of all people, with him. 

He did a supply check. He was wearing his goggles, but not his battle shell. He quickly made one with his ninpo and put it on. Battle shell over a t-shirt was not a good idea, but he’d have to push through the discomfort for now. After surveying the room, and taking note of the ten aliens in the room with him (six looked like nerds while four actually looked dangerous, but more would likely be on the way soon), he put an arm in front of Casey, blocking him and moving in front of him protectively. “Stay back, Casey.”

“Uncle Tello?” Casey whispered, grabbing his arm. “Where are we?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” he murmured. “But stay next to me; they might be hostile.” Casey’s grip tightened.

Donnie cleared his throat, spreading his hands and holding them up. “Good evening, gentlemen, and ladies, it seems there was a miscalculation in my time portal. We come in peace.”

The aliens finally reacted. The four that looked dangerous held up their shields and drew their swords. Well, to be honest, the swords looked more like glow-in-the-dark cattle prods. Five others started panicking, while the one closer to him was examining him curiously. Donnie didn’t like that feeling. A smile spread across the alien’s face as he noticed Casey. Oh, Donnie definitely did not like that. He let out a threatening hiss as the curious alien came closer, still eyeing his nephew. Well, the ‘eyes’ didn’t exactly look like eyes. Instead, they looked like black holes on their faces. He put that away for later. For the sake of simplicity, he would keep calling them eyes for now.

The alien scrambled back, ducking behind one of the armed guards and darting out the door. Greeeeaaaat. “Sorry about that,” Donnie said, trying to salvage the situation. “I like my personal space. Do you speak English?”

One of the guards stepped forward. “Yes, creature.” He motioned to the other guards, who moved forward with him. “Surrender, or we will alert our Moon.” He licked his lips. “And we might not eat you.” 

Donnie stiffened. “Yeah, not a big fan of the getting eaten part. So, ah, no. Not surrendering. But I’m sure we could work out a deal?” He wasn’t as adept at smooth talking as Leo, but no one could outsmart him. 

“… No,” the alien purred. “Surrender, now.” 

A smile tugged at Donnie’s lips. “Ah, okay. We’re doing it the hard way it seems.” He imagined blueprints in his head, feeling metal build upon metal and gears click into place. He summoned a barrage of mystical guns and missile launchers. The shock on the head alien’s face was very satisfying. “Now, stay back, and let me talk to whoever is in charge here. Your ‘Moon’ I’m guessing?”

The alien snarled, taking a few more steps forward, jabbing his cattle prod. This one is brave, or just very stupid. Probably the latter. “We will not surrender in our own ship. Besides, you won’t scare us with your fake light show.” 

“You aliens always ask for it,” Donnie snarled, thinking of the stupid air of superiority the Krang carried. Well, who’s on top now you pink bastards! I won’t allow my family to be pushed around by aliens ever again. He unleashed one of the triggers, causing an explosion (by the entrance wall of course, he did not desire to get sucked into space, thank you very much). “Was that fake?” 

In the silence that followed, someone pulled a lever, chasing the room to turn blue as an alarm blared. He glanced down, making sure that Casey was still next to him. He was, looking out at the aliens with wide eyes.

The foolish alien bared his teeth at Donnie. “Our Moon will be here soon.” The softshell didn't miss the nervous tremble in his voice.

He shrugged. “Whatever, then maybe I’ll be able to have a conversation with someone civilized.” Casey snickered.

A few more moments of tense silence stretched out. That was, until, another alien ducked under the broken entrance and entered the room. The scientist that had run out of the room followed her. Donnie’s eyes widened as a human followed the aliens. 

He then switched his attention to the first alien that had entered. She was tall, taller than Donnie and all the other aliens in the room. This made him feel a bit anxious, because Raph and the Krang were usually the only ones that were bigger than him. “Hello,” the alien rumbled. “My name is Ecliptica, and you are on my ship. Don’t worry, we won’t eat you. For now…” That sent a shiver down his spine. He noticed the other human staring at Casey. He pulled his nephew closer. 

“Like I was explaining to your colleagues,” Donnie started. The other human’s eyes lit up with surprise. “I was building a time machine, and there was a mishap. I didn’t expect this to happen.” He glanced at the other human, who was still staring at him. “What kid, never seen a mutant before? I’m assuming you are also from planet Earth? Unless it’s called something else in this fucking dimension.” 

Ecliptica drew up to her full height. “Now, no need to be feisty.” She glanced at the human beside her. “Give us your human pet, and we might spare your life.” He felt Casey press harder against him.

“Don’t fucking touch him,” Donnie snarled, his markings lighting up as he added more firepower to his display. “And he’s not my pet.” 

The other human stepped forward, opening his mouth like he was about to say something, but was stopped by Ecliptica. She put a hand on his shoulder and knelt down, whispering something in his ear. She stood up, looking at him. “Not your pet? Then what is he? One of your slaves?” 

Anger boiled in his chest. “No! And it’s none of your business.” If he told him that Casey was his nephew, they would just use him as leverage. 

“Fine,” Ecliptica replied, holding up a clawed hand. “Then die.” 

“Wait!” Donnie’s stomach tightened as Casey ducked out of his grip and approached Ecliptica. “Don’t. I’ll come with you.” 

“Casey Junior!” Donnie yelped, his heart pounding. He hadn’t gone through literal hell and back just to lose Casey now. “Get back here right now, young man. Leo would kill me if anything happened to you.” He stared into Casey’s eyes. “I’m not losing you to aliens again.” It was probably not the best idea to expose his emotional trauma to everyone. 

Casey’s eyes shimmered. “Don’t worry, Uncle Tello. I can take care of myself.” 

Before Donnie could make another move, the other human came forward. “Woah, everybody chill.” He put a hand on Casey’s shoulder, prompting a low hiss from Donnie. Ecliptica snarled back. “My name is Oscar, resident human assistant/ambassador, I guess.” He turned to Ecliptica. “Anyways, let’s maybe not eat them for now? They could be useful.” Oscar smiled at Donnie. “This one’s probably super smart, based on the flashy display and oversized forehead. Also, look at that gear. Total brainiac. Besides, you let me, Ward, and Holly hang around, what’s two more?”

Donnie narrowed his eyes. “Scoff. Even if your flattery is weirdly accurate and truthful, nothing will be discussed until you give me back Casey.” 

“Silly, alien,” Ecliptica tsked. “I will decide that. But… yes. You will stay with us for the time being. Until we decide what to do with you. Now, put away your weapons.” She leaned forward. “Though, I am curious on how it works.” 

He crossed his arms. “First, Casey Junior. And our confirmed safety.” 

He didn’t miss the twitch on Ecliptica’s face. It probably wasn’t the best idea to be acting and talking like this to their leader, but being subtle wasn’t one of his strong suits. “Yes, little alien, you can have your human back. And we won’t harm you.” There was a silent ‘for now’ following her words. If there was anything Donnie had learned, it was that aliens could not be trusted. 

“Please stop calling me ‘little alien,’” Donnie said, his weapons disintegrating. “My name is Donatello. Donatello Hamato.” He walked towards Casey, keeping an eye on Ecliptica. “Thank you. Where can we stay?” 

“You bros can bunk with me!” Oscar offered. “If that’s okay.” 

“Yes,” Ecliptica answered, her tail flicking. “But, if you do anything Donatello, we will know.” She gave him a smile full of sharp teeth. “And it won’t end well for you.” 

He waved his hand. “Yeah, yeah, we get it. You’re menacing.” He turned to Oscar before he could see Ecliptica’s expression. “Now, show us the way!” 

Donnie kept a firm grip on Casey’s shoulder as Oscar led them down the hall. 

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“Oke doke,” Oscar said as they stopped in front of a door. “Soooo, I have two roommates, but don’t worry! We have extra beds and they won’t try to eat you. Well, physically at least. Ward might try to eat you emotionally~ He’s such a downer.” 

Donnie raised an eyebrow. “Uh, okay. By the way, are you spying on us for the rest of the aliens?” 

Oscar leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. “No. In fact, I’m far from it. I’ll explain more when we get in the room.” Donnie nodded in return. 

Casey shuffled his feet. “Is Ward a human too?” 

“Yep!” Oscar replied. “Ward is human, but Holly’s an alien.” A scowl immediately hit Donnie’s face. Oscar glanced at him. “Don’t worry, Holly’s super nice and peaceful. He’s only here because the Marmors destroyed his planet.” 

“Marmors?” Donnie asked. “Are they what Ecliptica and the rest of those aliens are called?” 

Oscar nodded. “Interesting,” Donnie murmured. “Anyways, I would like to get out of eyesight of the Marmors. If those are eyes on their faces.” 

“Well, those aren’t eyes,” Oscar said. “They’re more like holes in their faces. They use it for echolocation or something like that. Also, Holly explained it to me, but they have this hive mind thing where they all see what each other see.” He shrugged. “So they can’t hear us, but they can see what we’re doing.”

“Shit,” Donnie cursed. “Well, that’s great, he said sarcastically.” He hated hive minds. Too creepy and close to the Krang. 

Oscar chuckled. “I like you! Anyways, let me go and explain the situation.” He tapped the panel on the side and the door slid open. He practically burst into the room. “WARD, HOLLY, WE HAVE NEW ROOMMATES!!!”

There was a thunk and a yell of pain. A middle aged looking guy appeared, a grumpy frown on his face. “Seriously, Oscar? You made me fall off the bunk bed.” 

“That sounds like a you problem,” Oscar said, flipping his tied up hair. “Besiiides, we have new roommates! And guess what? They’re both from earth from a different dimension!” He stepped aside and gestured to them. “Come inside. We don’t bite~”

Donnie rolled his eyes, slightly ducking through the doorway and entering the room, glancing back at Casey as he followed him.

The guy’s eyes widened. “Oscar, I thought you said they were from earth? This one looks like an alien.” 

“I'm not a fucking alien,” Donnie explained again through gritted teeth. “I am a mutant turtle. There’s a big difference.” 

“Ward?” someone called. Another guy entered the room, except this one was wearing some kind of armor, had purple hair, and had an eyepatch. It painfully reminded Donnie of Raph. “Did you hear that explosion…” His voice trailed off as he noticed Donnie and Casey. His eyes brightened. “Hello! My name’s Holly. Can I touch you?” 

“Hi, Holly. No.”

The alien smiled gently. “Please. I promise I won’t hurt you.” 

“Sigh,” Donnie said, holding out his arm. “Go ahead.” 

“Did you tell him?” Donnie heard Ward mutter. 

“No, why?” Oscar responded.

Casey turned to them, his voice angry. “Tell him what?”

“Cas—” Donnie started to say, but was cut off by a flash of soft, purple light. The softshell turned around, his breath catching in his throat. 

In Holly’s place… was another mutant turtle. He was wearing the same clothes as Holly, including the eye patch. He was as tall as Donnie, but without the goggles. There was a lavender colored stripe running from his lower lip, along his throat, and disappearing into the color of his shirt. Looks like a Blanding’s turtle, his tired brain supplied. 

“Great,” Donnie grumbled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “He can shapeshift. Awesome.” 

Holly inspected his new form, eyes wide with curiosity. “This is cool. I feel strong.” 

“Yeah, that’ll be the super soldier genetics,” Donnie said. 

“Super soldier?” Ward’s voice was shrill with disbelief. 

Donnie closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his beak. “Is now really the time for my origin story? Of course it is. Me and my brothers were mutated by a warring warrior scientist to destroy humanity. Don’t worry, our dad got to us before that could happen,” he added, imagining the looks on Ward and Oscar’s faces. He clapped his hands. “Anyways, my name is Donatello. But call me Donnie. I’ve had enough of being called Master Donatello in the last twenty something years to last me a lifetime.” 

“Hi,” Casey said, holding out his hand. “My name is Casey Jones Junior. You can call me Casey or CJ.” 

Instead of grabbing his hand and shaking it, Holly excitedly shook his hand around. “Shaking hands is fun!” There was a flash and he turned back into his human form. 

“So, how does the shapeshifting work?” Casey asked, staring up at Holly’s face.

Holly smiled. “Well you see. I have to be touching the creature and—”

Donnie started tuning out the conversation, but paying attention. He was also curious, but he wanted to talk to Ward and Oscar.

Oscar was way too much like Leo for Donnie’s liking, the last thing he needed was a dumb-dumb that always smooth-talks his way into trouble. It was also making him slightly homesick but that doesn’t matter right now! What matters is finding a way off this spaceship and back to his own dimension. 

Ward seemed… eternally tired. He might even have a bigger Raph chasm than, well, Raph! Now that was alarming. The softshell also didn’t miss how jumpy he seemed. Donnie flashed him a smile. “Sooo, first time?” 

Ward gave him a wary glance. “W-what?”

“Y’know. First time dealing with murderous aliens?” 

“Um,” Ward said, a confused look in his eyes. “No! Why? Have you done this more than once?!”

“Eh,” Donnie replied, waving his hand vaguely. “Not exactly. In my dimension, the Krang took over the world and basically killed everyone. Casey went back in time and, with my help, brought us all back to life.” Ward looked confused and alarmed now. 

“So~” Oscar said, shoving Ward away in the face. “Is Casey your nephew? You said you had brothers. Is he Leo’s son?” 

“Yes, but it’s more of an adopted family situation,” Donnie explained. “His mother was one of our best friends. So when she died, we decided to take care of him.” He could hear the nostalgia in his words. Damn, he sounded old. “Leo’s always been more of a father figure, while the rest of us have been more of cool uncles. I have three brothers, and one sister. Leonardo is my twin. Raphael is my oldest brother, and Michelangelo is my youngest. April is like a sister to us.” 

Oscar smirked. “Ah, all renaissance artists huh?” 

“I’m surprised you know who those people are,” Ward grumbled, nudging him. 

“Whaaaaat,” Oscar said. “I know stuff! My family has a lot of art from them.” 

Ward rolled his eyes. “Of course.” Okay, Donnie liked Ward. 

Donnie felt someone tug on his shirt. “Uncle Tello?”

He turned around. “Casey Junior?” 

Donnie bent down as Casey reached up. “I asked Holly,” his nephew whispered. “He said there is an alien species called the Krang.” A shiver ran down the softshell’s spine. “But the Marmors killed them off. I described the Krang to Holly, and he said that this version was a tiny, peaceful race.” 

“Huh,” Donnie said, pulling away. “Well, at least they don’t exist anymore. Although, I’ll believe it when I see it. Also, Casey, about that stunt you pulled earlier…” He glared at his nephew, who shrank under his gaze. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING! DON’T YOU DO THAT AGAIN, MISTER! OR YOU WILL BE GROUNDED. And that’s not a threat, it’s a promise.” Donnie patted him on the head. “You almost gave me a heart attack! Just don’t do that again.” 

Casey rubbed the back of his head. “Yes, Master Donatello.” 

Oscar moved in front of him. “Sorry to interrupt the lecture, but can you do magic? Based on your light display earlier, you seem pretty powerful.” He gave Casey a wink. 

“Don’t try to distract me,” Donnie growled. “And it’s not magic. It’s my Hamato ninpo, passed down through generations of the Hamato Clan. And I’m assuming you are asking because you want our help getting out of here.”

Oscar put a finger to his lips. “Lower your voice, but yes. We’re actually working to bring down the Marmors.” He threw his arms out. “We can discuss this in the morning! For now, let’s get some sleep! Feel free to take any of the empty beds.”

The softshell just nodded, feeling too tired to respond. The situation was starting to sink in. Casey took his hand and led him to the next room, where there were more beds. “I claim top!” 

Donnie took off his battle shell and flopped down on the bottom bed, letting out a deep sigh. 

“Uncle Tello?” Casey questioned, looking at him upside down. 

Donnie turned his head to look at him. “Yes, Casey Junior?”

His response was quiet. “How are we going to get back home? Everyone’s probably worried.”

“… I don’t know, Casey. I don’t know. But we’ll figure something out, we always do.” 

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The end! I couldn’t think of a good enough plot so that’s it, sorry. I hope you enjoyed it!!!

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LITTLE STAR

⤷ STEVE G. ROGERS

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pairing: Steve G. Rogers x fem!reader

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Seven years ago

“48…49…50! I’ll find you, Y/N!” Steve says as he turns around from the tree he was facing, his eyes scanning the small park, trying to find where you were hiding. You have always been good at this game, but he was always better.

“Found you!” Steve says as he sees you crunching down in the little house on the slide.

“How can you always find me?!” You sigh and sit down on the dirty wood of the Colorful House,that’s how you both called it even though with the years it had lost most of its color, leaving only some red and some blue here and there.

“I already checked your other favorite places, so the Colorful house was the only place left.” Steve explains proudly as he sits down next to you.

“Next time I’ll be the one counting and I’ll find you in less than five seconds!” You pout, but the smile comes back on your face when a certain thought crosses your mind, “Are you excited to start middle school, Stevie?”

The boy shrugs his shoulders, “it’s just school.”

“No it isn’t! It’s the big kids’ school!” You were excited, like really excited. You, who usually hate school, haven't stopped talking about middle school since the start of summer break. You have already bought all the supplies you needed and more.

“It will all be the same, study, more study and study even more!” Steve sighs, you give him a playful nudge with your elbow.

“You say that only because you’ll have less time to play football.” Football has always been Steve’s sport, he liked and he was damn good at it.

“Maybe.” Steve gave you a small smile.

Three years later

“Stevie? What’s this?” You ask, confused, as you look at the big truck in front of Steve’s house, two men are putting boxes in it.

Steve flinches when hearing his name, he didn’t want her to see this, “Y/N! I can…can explain…”

“Are you moving out? Without telling me?” Your voice is barely a whisper as you look up at your best friend, he has gotten taller over the years and his first muscles started to show thanks to his football training.

“No! I mean yes but-“ Steve sighs and takes a deep breath, “Remember my dream school?”

“Of course.” How could you forget? He always talks about it, it’s a private high school in San Francisco that’s literally connected – for lack of better terms – with a college there. Basically, after you finish high school you already have a seat ready for you in the college, which is one of the best in the country.

“Well, I got offered a sports scholarship to go there!” Steve sounds so happy about that, are you a bad friend because you aren't happy for him? Are you selfish? Probably yes, because the only thing that you can think about right now is how he’s going to leave you alone.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You can barely hear yourself now. Did he think that you would try and make him stay? Well…That’s what you want to do, but you don't want to be a shitty friend, you don't want Steve to abandon his dream for you. Because that’s the thing in your friendship: if you were to ask Steve to not go to San Francisco he would drop everything and stay with you.

“I wanted to tell you, really but…I didn’t know how to tell you without upsetting you.”

Translation: if you were upset you’d ask me to stay, I’d stay because I hate seeing you upset, but I don’t want to stay because this is my dream.

“I am upset, no point in lying, it’s just…I would’ve told you if I were in your place.” You sit down on the porch of Steve’s house.

“I know, I’m sorry…” Steve sits down next to you and, as always, you can’t bring yourself to stay mad at him.

“I already forgave you,” You smile softly as you shrug your shoulders, “so, when do you have to leave?”

“The day after tomorrow.” Now it’s Steve’s voice that’s a mere whisper. The day after tomorrow? And when was he planning on telling me? When he was already on the plane? God knows how much you want to tell him all your thoughts, but you have only a few hours left to spend together and you don't want to spend them fighting on not talking to each other.

“Then why are we sitting here?” You ask, standing up and holding out your hand towards your best friend, “Let’s spend as much time as we can together!”

Steve smiles up at you and grabs your hand, pulling himself up, “I like your plan.”

During the next day you two did everything you could think of: you skated together, had a sleepover, you even made bracelets for each other – the one Steve made for you said ‘Little star’ because that’s how he liked to call you, while the bracelet you made for him said ‘Stevie’.

“But will you come back during the holidays?” You ask, Steve stands next to his father’s car, Steve’s mom will drive her son and husband to the airport: Steve’s dad will stay with him for a few weeks until he’s gotten used to San Francisco, then Steve will move in his dorm at the school and his dad will come back.

“I promise.” Steve smiles down at you and throws his arms around your waist while you hug his neck, “take care, little star.”

“You too, Stevie, I’ll miss you.” You kiss his cheek and blink back the tears, you don’t want to cry right now, one of your last memories with Steve won’t be a sad one.

“I’ll miss you too.” And with that, Steve enters the car, before he could do something stupid like kissing you. Once in the car, though, he sees how sad you looked and he sighs, fuck it. He gets out of the car and hugs you again.

“I’ll miss you, Y/N, but I don’t want to leave with regrets.” Before you can ask him what he means he presses his lips on yours. It’s just a quick peck, an innocent kiss between thirteen years old, but you feel your heart explode. “I’ll become the best football player ever, I’ll make money and then we’ll go live together on a mountain, like you always wanted…Just, wait for me.”

You smile up at him and nod, “I’ll wait for you.”

Present day

Steve didn’t hold his promise. It was always his parents going to San Francisco for the holidays and never him coming back to Brooklyn. For three years you didn’t hear from each other, it may seem a short time for people that knew each other since birth but a lot can change in three years, even more than Steve ever thought was possible.

He gets out of the car, parking it in front of his childhood house: he was back in Brooklyn for his last year of high school.

“Y/N changed her house a lot.” He says towards his parents as he looks towards what used to be your childhood home, now a different color and without the front porch.

“Oh no, they don’t live there anymore.” His mom explains, “after Y/N’s mom died they moved into an apartment on the other side of the city.”

“What?” Steve feels like a cold water bucket has just been thrown over his head, “Y/N’s mom died?” She was young and healthy though.

“Yes, two years ago, she had a heart attack, Y/N asked us to not tell you.”

“Why?” His mom shrugs her shoulders, then puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder with a soft smile.

“It hasn’t been easy for her, but from what I know she goes to the same school you’ll go from tomorrow, try and talk to her.” She squeezes his shoulder, “You’re her best friend after all, aren’t you?”

Am I? Steve thinks, I wasn’t by her side when her mom died, I haven’t seen in three years…Are we really more than strangers?

“Why are they all staring at me?” Steve asks Bucky, one of his childhood friends, as they walk in the hallways of Brooklyn’s high school.

“Because you’re the handsome new guy.” Bucky explains as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“But I’m not actually new, I’m sure I went to middle school with at least fifteen people in this hallway.”

“But you’re not the same Steve Rogers that left three years ago, you look like a fucking closet man.” Bucky chuckles, but it’s the truth, Steve had gotten taller and very muscular in only three years.

“I guess you’re right.” Steve can’t help the smirk forming on his lips, he reaches his locker, before he can open it though he notices a girl standing on the locker next to his. That girl is you, but he recognizes you only after you close your locker. You look the same as three years ago and another completely different person at the same time. Obviously you are older, and that shows on your features, and you are even more beautiful than the last time he saw you.

“Y/N!” He says with a bright smile on his face, your eyes widen when you recognize him but quickly you look down and walk away, completely ignoring him.

“Don’t mind her, she hasn’t been the same since her mom died.” Bucky explains, “she doesn’t speak to anyone, is always late to school and never has money for lunch, I buy it for her sometimes but I’m not even sure if she actually eats it.”

“What happened to her?” Steve whispers as he looks at you entering your next class, which, coincidentally, is the one he has next too. He walks in the class and smiles when he sees that the seat next to you is free.

“Y/N, it’s me, Steve.” He says as he sits next to you. You could ignore him, look away, hell, even change seat, but hearing his voice so close after three years made your heart swell and clench at the same time. What is he doing here? You couldn’t help but ask yourself that, shouldn’t he be doing his last year in San Francisco? Did he change his mind?

“Yeah, I know, I’ve heard the whispers, everyone’s talking about you.” You shrug your shoulders, acting like the only thing you want to do isn’t throw yourself in his arms and feel some comfort for the first time in years.

“It’s the first time we see each other in three years and that’s the first thing you say to me?”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Listen, I’m sorry for never coming back in Brooklyn during the last years but I’m here now can’t we just-”

“Class’s starting." You interrupt him and point at the teacher who just walked in the classroom. Steve scoffs but turns his attention to the teacher.

After a while he hands you a piece of paper with ‘you know I don’t give up easily’ written on it.

Soon you feel like you have another shadow, a shadow that’s taller and bigger than you. Steve follows you everywhere he can and he’s always trying to make you open up, trying to bring your friendship back.

“Are you going to follow me home too?” You snap at Steve when the last bell rings.

“Do you want me to? I haven't seen your new house yet.” He says, putting his backpack on one shoulder.

“And you never will.” You answer harshly, showing him the small and dirty apartment where you lived would be too embarrassing.

Steve shrugs your answer off, “You’re lucky I have practice today.” He’s on the school football team and they couldn’t be happier.

“Why did you come back from San Francisco?” You can’t help but ask, why would someone ever leave that place?

“Had a fight with a boy who was harassing a girl, turns out it was the principal’s son.” Steve shakes his head, “immediate expulsion.”

Why did his answer hurt? Were you hoping he’d say something like ‘I missed you’? How stupid of you, he didn’t even call in three years. You nod and turn away, walking towards your house. The same house that was barely a home, more like a prison. It wasn’t the outside of the building the problem, and not even the small apartment itself, the problem was the man who lived with you. Your father, at least, who he should be. To you, ever since your mother’s death, it felt like living with a stranger.

“Dad, I’m home.” You shout as you open the door to the apartment on the second floor. Silence. Silence is the only thing that you can hear, and you couldn’t be happier: silence means that he isn’t at home, which also means he’s probably out drinking and will come back in the evening highly drunk. But that will be a problem for future you, for now you lay on your bed, doing your homework. You even take a small nap.

Your small time in paradise ends as you’re cooking dinner and the door opens. Your dad walks inside, crawling his feet on the ground, with an empty bottle of beer in his hand.

“Oh, you’re cooking, I see you’ve learned your lesson.” At his words your mind flies to the bruise on your stomach, but you quickly shake your head.

“Yeah, I’m cooking some soup.” You close your eyes, breaching yourself for the storm that is about to come.

“Soup? You know I hate soup!” He says as he starts getting angry, which definitely isn’t a good thing.

“I noticed that soup was the only thing we had when it was too late to go to the store.” You admit, already feeling the pain of the hit when he didn’t even hit you, yet.

“Useless as always!” He shouts and throws the empty glass bottle of beer at your legs. You damn yourself in your mind for deciding to wear shorts when you feel the glass against your bare legs, leaving cuts behind. You don’t dare to flinch or even make a little sound, though, knowing that it would only make him more mad.

“I’m sorry…” You whisper as you place two plates of soup on the table, “I’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow.”

“You better, I’m not eating this shit.” Your father throws his plate with soup on the ground, breaking it in tiny little pieces. He’s worse than a toddler. You get up from your chair and start cleaning immediately, knowing that if you didn’t he would only get worse. You ignore the pain from the fresh cuts on your legs and pick the ceramic shatters from the ground, the soup on the ground wetting your slippers.

“I can’t cook anything else for you though…” You whisper, not even scared anymore, simply resigned and used to it.

You know that he could misunderstand every word you say.

You know he could hit you anytime.

You know you don’t have a choice but endure it till you’re done with high school.

You know you have to wait another nine months for that.

“You stupid bitch! Your mom would have never done this!” Your heart clenches at his words. How dare he talk about her, when he was the cause of her death?

“Don’t talk about her, you can’t.” You glare at him as you stand up, throwing the ceramic shatters you had just collected on the ground again.

“I can’t? And why can’t I?” He walks towards you, his big frame making you feel small and vulnerable, but not in a good way.

“You killed her!” You shout at him, tears starting to blur your vision, but you blink them back: you won’t cry in front of him. It’s basically telling him that you’re scared.

And you would never admit that.

“It wasn’t me who killed her, it was you! You killed your own mother!” You know that he’s trying to manipulate and gaslight you, but at the same time you have heard that sentence so much that you were starting to believe it.

Maybe if you were a better daughter she would still be alive.

Maybe if you were more independent she would still be with you.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

Maybe your mother is happier now. Wherever she is now she doesn’t have to look after an incompetent man who can’t even cook for himself, she doesn’t have to stay up until sunrise to make sure he doesn’t come to your room when drunk.

Maybe it’s for her best that she’s dead now.

“NO! You killed her because she was always so busy looking after you that she barely had time to look after herself, she never had the time to even do a check up!” You shout at him, tears rolling down your cheeks freely. “She died because you wouldn’t even pick up your own nose from the ground-” You let out a banshee-level scream as you feel the ceramic sink into your shoulder.

He stabbed you with a piece of ceramic from the plate.

Your father.

Your daddy, the same man who played princess tea party with you when you were four. The same man who checked under your bed for monsters every night for years.

You almost laugh when you realize you can’t remember any happy memories with your dad after your tenth birthday.

Two weeks later.

Luckily, the nurses believed you when you told them that you were taking a plate from a high shelf and it fell and broke on your shoulder. Steve, on the other hand…

“Tell me what happened.” Steve says as he sits next to you inside the Colorful House in the park.

“You follow me outside of school too, now?” You say annoyed.

“This was your favorite place to hide when we were kids, I see it didn’t change.” There’s a sad smile on his face, then he turns to you, “I don’t believe that a plate fell on you, tell me the truth.”

“It is the truth.” You roll your eyes, he sighs and his eyes fall on your wrist.

“You aren’t wearing your bracelet anymore.” He notices for the first time, you hide your wrist with your other hand.

“It broke.” My dad broke it. “You aren’t wearing it either.”

“I was worried it would break so I transformed it into a necklace.” He pulls down the collar of his shirt, revealing the letters that you used to make his bracelet, ‘Stevie’.

“Oh.” It’s the only thing you can say as you try to ignore the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. Neither of you has spoken about what happened before he left, but it’s time to talk about the elephant in the room.

Or literally anything but your dad.

“You kissed me before leaving and then you never came back, you never even called!” You say.

“What? I called almost every day!” You look at him confused at his words, “I knew you didn’t have a phone so I called the only number I remembered: your father’s.”

“That explains a lot of things…” You look down at your feet, Steve had called your father and he never told you anything? Why?

“He told me you didn’t want to talk to me or that you weren’t home, after a while I think he blocked my number, I didn’t have any other way to contact you and I simply thought you…didn’t want to hear from me…”

You look at him with a sad look, “He never told me about your calls.”

“What? Why?”

“Who knows what goes on in his sick mind.” Without even realizing your hand goes to the injury on your shoulder, and that’s when Steve understands.

“It was him, he gave you that scar.”

You nod, your eyes filling with tear, “Stabbed me with a piece of ceramic from a broken plate”

“Y/N that’s sick! Why didn’t you feel the truth at the hospital? Or to a teacher or…or…or to me…” His voice gets quieter towards the end of the sentence.

You shrug your shoulders, “I only have to endure it another few months, then I’ll leave and never come back.”

“How long has this been going on?” Steve gently wraps an arm around your shoulders, careful on the scar, and pulls you towards his chest. You bury your face in his broad chest and finally let go, crying against him. When was the last time you felt free to cry? At your mother’s funeral probably.

“Since my mother’s death.” You look up at him, placing your chin on his chest, comforted by his hold and the look of his eyes you decide to tell him the whole truth. “She died of a heart attack, that’s true, but you know what caused the heart attack?” You take a deep breath, “Exhaustion, overworking, call it however you like but truth is she was like my father’s slave — your heart falls in pronouncing those words — he made her work so much that in the end her heart couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Oh, Y/N…” Steve places a hand on the back of your head and cradles your head against his chest, kissing your forehead.

“And now he’s doing the same to me, I have to do everything in the house and if I don’t…” You can’t even finish the sentence as your body shakes with sobs.

“I’ll get you out of there, I promise.” Steve continues repeating soothing words to your ear and kissing your hair, you slowly calm down and look up at him, feeling like a huge weight has been lifted off your chest.

“Thank you.” You say softly.

“No need to thank me, I would do anything for you.”

“So…” A grin forms on your face as you push any thought regarding your father away, “What about that kiss?”

Steve laughs, “Well, my offer to go live on a mountain is still up if you want.”

“Like, best friends living together?”

“What if I want us to be more than best friends?” His eyes fall on your lips.

“Then I’d tell you that I want the same.” You press your lips on his, it’s a gentle and soft kiss. Just like Steve.

“I love you, damn I’ve loved you since we were kids.” You smile at his words.

“I love you too.”

Months later

There are only a few days left until graduation, until you can finally leave the hell that was supposed to be your home.

“Hello Mrs. Rogers.” You greet Steve’s mom as she opens the door. Since you and Steve started dating your presence has become almost constant at house Rogers, just like when you were a kid.

“Oh Y/N, Steve’s in his room.” She greets you with a hug. “I’m so happy that you are his girlfriend, I always knew you two would end up together.” You smile and before she can start planning your wedding you run to Steve’s room where he’s sitting on the bed.

“I know that look, you need to tell me something.” You give him a peck on the lips as a greeting.

“Yes and it’s big happy news.”

“Tell me everything big boy.” You know he hates that nickname, and that’s exactly why you keep calling him that.

“I got a call from the coach of an important Football team, I’ll spare you the details because I know you understand nothing of Football, but…” he takes your hands in his, “They want me in the team! I’m going pro on one of the best teams in the U.S.!” It’s true, you understand nothing of football but the excitement in his face and tone is hard to resist.

“This is fantastic! I’m so happy for you!” You throw your arms around his neck and hug him tightly.

“I want you to come with me.” He says as he cups your face in his hands. “Come live with me, there’s a great college near where I’ll have to stay, you can study there! It isn’t a mountain but it’ll keep you away from your dad.”

Only now you notice that you’re both crying, and for the first time in years yours are happy tears.

“I would love that.”

“Really?!” He kisses you again and again, laying you down on the bed between your laughs.

“I can’t wait to see you at my games, you’ll come see them right?”

“I won’t miss a single one.” You smile as he kisses your jaw. “I’ll be your lucky charm.” You chuckle.

“You’re better than my lucky charm, you’re my little star, the light of my life.”

You kiss him with a smile. He keeps calling you his star, but little does he know that he’s the sun of your life.

Your savior, the man who will take you away from you father.

The man you love.

Like, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, but don’t feel forced to!

[chick-fil-a-sauce-slaps]

fae dick grayson

vampire tim drake

werewolf damian

dragon bruce wayne

zombie jason todd

[maxthesillyy]

This is gonna sound pessimistic, but I always found Chloe not reacting at all to Joyce dying...pretty weird tbh. I haven't read the comics so I don't know what happened, but it's something that really bothers me. Cause after Lis2/Bae the only family she has left is David and it's a little crazy that Chloe and had to lose borh William and Joyce in order to grow as a person. Idk if this makes sense at all, but it's something I think about at all the time Thoughts?

well, first off, please dont take the comics as a “Canon” continuation of the sacrifice arcadia bay ending. it has the same level of canon as any old fanfiction does, the only difference is that the comics are officially licensed. it’s a HUGE common misconception i see almost anytime i see someone talk about them.

and secondly, i would say chloe very much does react at the idea of joyce’s death.

but i guess you could’ve meant when after max makes the decision to sacrifice arcadia bay. and in that case i would say the answer to that then is simply that chloe was respecting and supporting max and her decision.

i mean, i feel like even someone as emotional as chloe could tell that it wasnt the right time to fall to the ground crying about how her mom was going to die. she knew max needed her support in that moment, and chloe was ready to momentarily push away her own emotional turmoil to give that support to max.

(something something. chloe is full of love. something something. parallels. something something. topic for another time.)

especially when they get to the point where theyre driving off from the destroyed town— chloe has accepted it, even when max clearly isn’t as sure of herself as chloe is of her.

(something something. literally their entire dynamic. something something. topic for another time x2.)

she trusts max to have made the right choice, and even if she wasn’t so sure about it, it’s not like she couldve done anything about it.

i mean maybe she couldve yelled, screamed, and begged max to rewind and make a different choice, but whether you think she trusted max in those moments or not— i feel like chloe knew there wasnt any going back on it.

i think that specifically really shows when chloe says max is the only one who can make the decision of who to sacrifice. both in a literal sense and in a “i’ll follow you in either choice you make.” sense.

honestly i think chloe dropping any doubt she couldve had in that moment just to support max is literally the most in-character thing she could’ve ever done in that scene.

[theredcuyo]

Chapters: 1/2 (maybe) Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain Additional Tags: Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Character Death, Past Character Death, Outsiders POV, Sentient Gotham City, Sort Of, Hurt/Comfort, i think, no beta we die like jason Summary:

It had been horrible, was what the public knew about it at the beginning. Death falling upon a poor family for a second time, grief striking its blow to Gotham’s prince without mercy, and almost ripping him apart again, because it had already taken his parents, what else was there to take?

His children, of course.

Or

Basically, outsiders view about Jason dying and then coming back

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I have other things to do but i couldn’t get this outta my head

[celestiallime]

sometimes I'll be reading an amazing fanfic from a certain fandom and I realize that this isn't what actually happened in the show and I go through the five stages of grief with the assistants of crying, throwing up and laying on the sad cold floor

[cross-d-a]

Fandom: Star Wars, Episode 1: the Phantom Menace Anniversary Special Comic, The Wrath of Darth Maul (Ryder Windham)

Chapter: 1/?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Shmi Skywalker & Tusken Raiders, C-3PO & Shmi Skywalker, Darth Maul & Shmi Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Shmi Skywalker

Characters: Shmi Skywalker, Tusken Raider Characters, C-3PO, Darth Maul, Kilindi Matako, Nobot the Protocol Droid, Beru Whitesun

Additional Tags:  Tatooine Slave Culture & Customs, Tusken Culture & Customs, Tatooine Mythology, Tusken Mythology, BAMF Shmi Skywalker, Force-Sensitive Shmi Skywalker, Force Sensitive Tuskens, Found Family, Fantasy Racism, Slavery, PTSD, Angst, Sluff, Darth Maul Redemption,

Summary:

A Tusken Raider finds mercy in the eyes of a little slave boy. And then he finds salvation in the boy’s mother. - Or, after Anakin saves a Tusken Raider, Shmi Skywalker ends up finding family in a handful of Tusken Raider outcasts. Then they incite a slave rebellion. Oh, and Maul shows up. Threepio might just have a conniption trying to keep Anakin's mother alive.

[jack-of-starss]

Watch the City Burn

Hello everyone! I finally posted a fic! Well, a chapter, at least.

I wasn't going to do SpideyTorch week at all this year, but as I was falling asleep last night I remembered this idea I had back in April, so I figured today was as good a time as any to write the first chapter.

I do have big plans for the story, so if you enjoy it then leave a comment to let me know and give me some motivation to finish it <3

@spideytorchweek

[necrotic-nephilim]

in the tags of that one fab five poly post you mentioned that you are a core four enthusiast and I’d love to hear if you have any Kon headcanons or just any yj headcanons in general, I love those little guys

!!! i love Kon so much, he's one of my fave guys. i actually got into the 90s era of comics to read his solo run, YJ(98), and then i just spiralled from there. i've got lots of headcanons about both Kon and YJ

for Kon specifically, i'm really attached to the headcanon of him and Power Girl being friends. i think the idea of them bonding over imposter syndrome over feeling like Kryptonians who don't neatly fit into the Superfam would be very crunchy. it's my Kara Zor-L stan showing, but i've got a lot of fic ideas where they end up close. similarly: i also think a friendship between Kon and Bizarro could be fun, both being clones of Superman made by Lex.

for a YJ headcanon: i hold FIRMLY to the belief that Bart knew TIm's secret identity before YJ even formed he just. never mentioned it bc no one asked him. the way they meet in Robin Plus Impulse, i see no world where Bart doesn't figure it out. i think it makes for a hilarious concept that Tim's identity real is a big deal and he uses the whole fake name Alvin Draper and Bart just blurts out that he's Tim Drake. i know we all love TimKon, but I'm a bit of a TimBart truther and i think it could be a fun little moment for them.

back to Kon: this is less of a headcanon and more of just a thought: but i wish we had more content about the Ravers, Kon's team before YJ. i won't everytime i think about Superboy & the Ravers i have to look it up to convince myself i didn't hallucinate that entire comic. but it was so fun. there was a road trip arc. a canon queer character who's arc was handled shockingly well for the 90s. (and the homophobic character was the one who got the unhappy ending while the gay man got to be happy with a bf?? revolutionary.) i personally believe Hero Cruz was Kon's gay awakening. i won't elaborate on this. anyway i wish we saw more of Kon thinking about this team after YJ formed and maybe missing some of his old party friend losers.

also on the note of Kon, i love any exploration of his canon experiences with being groomed by just about every woman he "dated" in the 90s. i'm such a fan of when a character becomes hypersexual to cope with their trauma that they haven't realized even is trauma. and i think Kon fits that bar perfectly. the first real attention he got outside of being attached to Superman's legacy was sexual attention from women, so of course he would lean into that and not realize how fucked up it was until years later. i love when it shapes his relationships in fanfiction, especially if he doesn't realize it. whether it's Tana Moon or Knockout or just about any other woman, there's a lot of material to explore.

Kon is one of the few characters i will venture out of pre-Flashpoint for because i think his complex over Jon Kent has the potential to be really complex and fun. i think everyone misunderstands Kon and Clark's relationship (i blame the Young Justice cartoon. i've had arguments you wouldn't believe over Kon on TikTok-) as father/son and that Clark is constantly pushing Kon away in favor of Jon, and that's just not true. the issue is that Kon was *forgotten* by the timeline shifting without him bc he was off on Gemworld. and to me, that's more interesting than making Clark some kind of absent father to him. it's an issue of the world he remembers not existing anymore and most of the world not remembering him either, and now there's a new Superboy replacing him. idk man that's fun. i have a lot of thoughts about the feelings Kon would have about Jon, wondering if the timeline shift was meant to "correct" Superboy to make a version of Superboy that was meant to exist and Kon wasn't. this very much ties into my thoughts on how he and Power Girl would have a lot to bond over, feeling displaced in a world that doesn't need them. that's where Kon's identity issues stem from. that said, i always prefer a Kon who actually gets along pretty well with the Superfam, including Clark and Jon. most of his conflict is internal, not external. it's what makes him crunchy.

more YJ headcanon: i think the shift from the Teen Titans to YJ from the perspective of the mentors is fascinating. YJ got a lot more freedom and less supervision, it's like how parents don't try as hard when they have more kids. so i love the headcanon that half the time the League has no damn clue what YJ is up to. they played baseball to save the universe? yeah they never mentioned it to their mentors. no one asked. the lack of supervision, sans a robot, makes them incredibly creative with how they solve problems. they don't approach anything traditionally because no one is properly guiding them. since they're a new generation of sidekicks, most of them holding a mantle that was passed down to them (or at the very least they're a new generation of a superhero family) it holds a bit of imposter syndrome. all of them are internally panicking 90% of the time while trying to appear collected around each other. they're actively a collective disaster because of it.

personally, i view the Core Four as more of a queerplatonic polycule than a romantic one? like i think it's fun to explore polycule dynamics where it's not actually everyone dating everyone, but far more complex of some people dating, some people are familial, some people are fucking, and we don't even know what those two have going on. it's complicated, you know? messy and codependent. i don't see them as a neat polycule whatsoever. it's like an on and off again relationship but with four people that also occasionally includes others. i'm personally a fan of the potential of the Young Justice (2019) team being a polycule except none of them have any clue who's dating who. every single one of them *will* give you a different answer. half of them aren't even aware of the other's sexualities. Jinny has come out as a lesbian like four times to her own polycule. i'm a big fan of this team and i wish there was more fan content for it.

random smaller headcanon: i do think Kon can cook and i think no one believes him when he tells them. bc the issue isn't he can't cook, it's that he never has food in his fridge or pantry to cook with. that boy was raised with Ma and Pa Kent, he can make a *mean* hotdish with whatever he finds. just don't expect him to ever repeat a recipe bc he will never have that exact combination of ingredients in his kitchen again. he is however, horrible at baking bc cooking is an art and baking is a science and you will never catch him following a recipe in his life.

i think Kon regularly uses his TTK to save his teammates during fights and just. never mentions it. like in small ways, such as slightly moving flying debris that's about to hit them, making a villain's punch have more resistance so it doesn't hit as hard, slightly pulling them out of the way. no one knows for like. *years*. i'm very obsessed with pushing TTK to the limits and exploring how it makes Kon hyperaware of his surroundings. it's a literal sixth sense and i think he's passively always aware of everything, even when he's relaxing. no one realizes just how much control he exerts over a fight. which means he's holding himself back most of the time, and in my opinion for the reasons of being afraid of himself, and afraid of the Luthor parts of him. so he just. balances a fight in little, unnoticeable ways.

it's one of my headcanons that if Kon started openly dating Tim Drake, Lex would immediately try to get closer to Kon bc not only would he approve of Kon dating someone from high society, but he'd want to try to use Tim's power within his family's company and Bruce's company as leverage. of course it wouldn't work, but it'd be a fun mind game if Lex vs Tim with Kon just stuck in the middle. i have a vague fanfic idea for this I'll probably never write.

this is a cursed headcanon: but i believe Kon has an incest kink. the number of times he's canonically expressed incestual feelings (both on purpose and on accident) is not on purpose in the text, but the fact it keeps happening means i'm personally just going to run with it. i think KonJayTim is fun bc even if Tim and Jason don't see each other as siblings, Kon would make it a kink anyway. i will leave you on that cursed note.

[freddie-77-ao3]

sup yall we're vibing here

anyway. hey, my name's freddie, and i'm finally trying to write an actual intro/master post which... we'll see how this goes.

important stuff is highlighted in orange.

so, basic stuff:

as I said, my name's freddie. he/him pronouns. i'm a college student (majoring in accounting, might add a psych minor). not gonna say which college but i'm currently in california.

i've been on tumblr since 2019 i think? not under this account, this started as a fandom account and then spiralled out of control... really fast. um, my regular tumblr which i've not actually opened in ages is @chronicchthonic14 so. yeah.

not particularly relevant to this blog, but i might mention it at some point so, i have autism and adhd. and some other things but. like. that list is very long and those are the two most relevant because i promise if i come off wrong/mean, i didn't mean to, i just forget to make my words normal. but. those are the two most referenced. if for whatever reason someone wants to know more or has questions you can send an ask ig?

i'm scottish, born there. moved to US when I was four. finishing uni and moving back.

some quick warnings

this blog definitely contains cursing/vulgar language, whatever you want to call it, so if you're not comfortable with that, probably not the blog for you, as i don't tag cursing or anything for you to filter out.

if, for whatever reason, if i ever reblog something that contains a slur (against racial minorities, queer people, anything) i will ABSOLUTELY tag that though.

also if anyone has any trigger warnings they think any content needs, please let me know-- asks, dms, comments, reblogs

the cursing thing also applies for sort of dirty jokes? think that only applies to like. two posts and very not explicit. those aren't currently tagged but if they get any more explicit they certainly will be.

queer identity because the explicit reminded me, i'm asexual, and probably straight. maybe bi? dunno, don't particularly care. and i'm trans. ftm. this isn't the blog i talk about that on usually though, unless it relates to a specific ask or a fandom thing.

which, getting into what this blog is for because i can't think of anything else i need to add here (guys let me know if i forgot important stuff, please, i'm an idiot!!! i will forget the important stuff and write random shit instead!! i've already deleted three tangents from this!!)

sooooo

fandoms!! ones i write and/or post about or will potentially post about

percy jackson extending to hoo, toa, tkc (definitely post way less about this), mcga (again, way less). haven't read TSATS or COTG yet, but spoilers are fine. i post way more about minor characters. write fanfiction for and have some posted (both on here and ao3) and a bunch of snippets.

dcu-- films, comics, animated shows, all of it. personally, my favorites are young justice (the comics, not show version), new teen titans, and batman inc (batgirls, nightwing, and red robin esp). late 90s yj run is my favorite, and i loved the DCeased event. favorite batman comic is definitely court of owls run. no fanfics posted, but some on docs.

mcu-- way less so, but have a stucky oneshot. slowly making my way through in timeline order.

throne of glass. i'm an aedion and chaol apologizer because they do a bunch of dumb shit but then WHO DOESN'T in this series. fanfics in doc, not posted.

this would go on for ages if i listed everything so instead, here's an ask i answered on my fandoms/genres and everything. feel free to send me asks about anyone. if you send me something about radium girls i may cry though (tears of joy) so there's your advanced warning.

main things you'll see on my blog are incorrect quotes, snippets, and the occasional fic

this^^

my... idk, contact policy? seriously what do i word this

asks are always open, anon is on.

if you send hate... whatever. i'll probably delete it.

unless i find it funny. then I'll post it. there's really little you could say to me that would hurt.

when i say asks are always open, you can drop anything you want.

literally anything

you need to vent? want advice? want to request headcanons? request a fic? give me a prompt? ask random things about me? something else I've forgotten? go right ahead

if you want to ask me to update my fics? go right ahead. sometimes i forget i didn't post something.

send as many asks as you want, i don't care if it might be spam

i can't promise i'll respond to asks in a timely manner, sometimes i open my inbox and forget they exist for months, i'm sorry. if it's something you really want answered you can send another one

dm's are alright? if you want to be friends or something, go right ahead.

anyone can reblog any of my posts/comment/heart, i don't care. you want to heart 50 things in a row? i adore you. if i had kids, you would get my firstborn

if we're mutuals you can ask for my insta/give me yours.

now, other accounts:

anyway, i think that's it?

[fahbev]

Hi! Saw you jumped on the tim hate train, welcome to the club! Aplarently you're Damian fan, which is good bc hes also one of the characters who's hit by tim's..woobification? Victimization(???) while simultaneously being the bestest, most competent batfam member. You Damian fans honestly have my respect for the pure amount of shit Damian gets because of tim.

hi lmao. Thanks xD. I usually try to keep all my negativity off of the internet, but last night I was going the anti Tim drake tag bc my frustration was flaring up. At first i was collecting posts by liking them instead of rb, then I was replying, and then at some point... “Fuck it. I want this on my blog.”

(This is gonna be a ramble btw, I don’t care abt making a good post rn.)

I used to be fine with Tim! I think the whole thing was a lot less prominent in the dpxdc fandom bc DANNY was the fan favorite/community elected woobie, but then I kinda moved out and... well. It still took awhile for this issue to seep in bc those Tim fans (you know the ones) are certainly a minority, but I just don’t think you can be a Damian fan for longer than a few months without getting frustrated.

Nowadays I refuse to read anything tagged with any variation of “Tim Drake angst” that features the batfam. Timkon fics are usually just fine though.

Actually— recently? Shit’s been bothering me so bad that I don’t wanna risk reading fics that have Tim in the first relationship tag at all. He’s gotta at most be in the second one. Ship fics are again an exception, but I don’t tend to seek out ship fics much anyway.

But, like I said, I usually keep it to myself. Every time i catch myself venting in the tags I either screenshot the tags and delete, or I delete and retype them. I put them into a private notes document. I also journal in there a lot instead of posting it.

That document is pretty long.

I do wanna say that there’s nothing wrong with what tim fans are doing. It is fun to woobify your fave. It’s fun to prop them up and tear others down and make everything about your blorbo and it is harmless. I do it too (usually in my daydreams). It’s a fantasy, and that’s what fanfiction is for. People who act like it’s “problematic” are wrong. That doesn’t mean it’s not annoying. Because it is. It’s annoying as all fuck.

Also wanna mention that I once read a damian fic that like... started off with some delicious whump, but then it turned into a whole Damian pity party and it guilt tripped all his friends and family. Damian IS my blorbo and I couldn’t read that. I didn’t even know who Maps was at the time but it seemed so bizarre to throw her under the bus. Anyway I feel like that’s what a quite large portion of Tim fic is like except a bit less extreme.

I used to tell myself that “ohhh it’s just a rivalry. I’m sure Tim fans get the same shit in reverse all the time” but I literally NEVER see it in the other direction and spend the most of my time in Damian circles. The only time I see tim hate from damian fans is frustration at those particular fans in response to it or in response to favoritism of authors.

I mean i saw a good chunk of it last night, but what else can I expect from the anti tim drake tag?

It’s actually funny how most of the stuff in anti tags is polarized hate shitting on the character with a lot of bad takes, but in tims anti tag it was almost exclusively frustration from Damian and Jason fans, and usually pretty mild takes. Also people calling Tim boring.

Ngl, Idk much about Jason. I’m familiar with his fanon, but the only comic i’ve read that featured him in a major way was Gotham War. I don’t know him well, and I don’t have too much interest in him. However, I hate “Jason falls over in guilt and kisses Tim’s fingers begging for forgiveness” type posts in solidarity. It’s yucky.

Anyway, I didn’t even mean to get on this anti tim train you speak of, It just sorta leaked out of my vent doc. Don’t expect me to keep posting about it.

but also... don’t not expect it. It might happen.

Even so, my dms are absolutely open for Timothy Drake related frustration! I’m pretty tired of being nice to him.

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/748746425903497216/httpswwwtumblrcomolderthannetfic748312553692#notes

yeah i can't say i'm totally up to date on this comic drama, but i do think that sometimes discussions about fandom entitlement and harassment gets conflated with just being open to ANY criticism for work you do and it's like - those aren't the same thing. if you put your work out there into the world, people are allowed to say what they think about it. it's like when people took discussions about "fantitlement" that were about legitimately awful and antisocial behavior like racist Star Wars fans harassing Kelly Marie Tran off social media, and then using that same concept and the same rhetoric to talk about people being upset about the shitty Game of Thrones ending... like, critics writing bad reviews! Idk, I think it's way more entitled to act like "bad reviews" are a thing you are allowed to demand nobody write in response to your professional work on the most popular TV show on the planet, lmao.

I worry sometimes that I feel like too many people who want to be writers and artists are not learning about the importance of having a thick skin, because so often what assholes online mean by "thick skin" is "you're required to listen to every creepy and obnoxious thing I have to say, random stranger who has read/watched/played your creative work." And like that's obviously bullshit. But there's a difference between that and just learning to deal with *normal disagreement* and that *some people won't like what you make and might talk about it*, which is just normal and something not only ever creative has to go through, but has usually expressed themselves in response to someone else's work too!

Maybe some of this is that a lot of people are coming into this through fandom? Since it is a norm in fanfiction spaces not to give constructive criticism unless it's asked for. And so I wonder if a lot of people in that world who then become professionals really don't know how to deal with criticism and think it's the same as harassment. As someone who has been truly fearing-for-my-life, have-to-tell-my-employers-in-case-they-get-contacted harassed by fandom people, it's been bizarre some of the stuff I've seen people in fandom who haven't experienced that call "harassment," including people who I know have aspirations of professional writing, is just.... like they made an incendiary discourse post and tagged it, and are shocked when some people are reblogging to disagree! Or they wrote a deliberately "fuck-you" ending on a fic that was untagged, and then are acting like they're being "attacked" because some people are leaving some (very polite, like it's clear from the wording that they're trying to be as nice as possible) mildly critical comments about what they didn't like about or were surprised by in the ending. And in one case of the latter, claiming it "triggers them" and like.... yes, I get you can't help triggers, but you CAN help that if you know that strong disagreement directed your way upsets you that much, not writing something that you KNOW will and INTEND to upset people! (In this case, because you're thinking you're making some moral point about how "toxic" their ship is by writing a fic that presents them in a completely OOC way, and having them break up permanently at the end without tagging it as such)

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[alligatorjesie]

Hey that's alright you can block me as much as you like but it wont change anything man. You said some shit things so I'm going to say some shit things to you.

You know what that's fine we can just repost that whole comment so people can see what a shitass you are @blessyouhawkeye

Hey real quick you do realize that reylo is just a really vanilla ass enemies-to-lovers ship if you have a problem with it well good luck man this shit is literally everywhere in media.

Almost like it's a popular trope. Have you never watched a rom com? Woof. I got some news for you brosph.

but you know what since we're on the tangent of 'weird people' in fandoms let's talk about that for a moment.

You wanna know what's weird? There's a lot of finnreys in the reblogs acting positively feral about their ship not being canon

(which idk I watched TRoS that was pretty open ended if your still mad about reylo by the end of that movie that shits on you)

and upset they don't have book deals like the reylos but IDK man maybe the reason finnreys ain't got book deals is because they spend all their time online bitching about how their ship got shafted instead of writing that fucking fanfiction.

You know when the reylos got shafted with the shit show that was EP9 instead of spending the next 3 years complaining they just trucked along in their own fucking sandbox completing their own fucking projects for their own fucking friends.

Fuck Disney we'll make our own reylo with blackjack and hookers and sex scenes.

You mean to tell us you've had more problems with reylos who were just excited to see the story concepts they predicted from The Force Awakens coming true in The Last Jedi and making positive content to reflect that joy compared to the actual nazis on YouTube who flood the platforms with 3 hour long hate videos over how Bree Larson is somehow personally responsible for their dicks falling off?

You remember that one time ethan van sciver said he wanted to kill Chinese people? He's a really popular star wars/comic book YouTuber and he's way more problematic than anyone I've ever met in the reylo fandom.

And guess what he also hates reylo what a shock!

You wanna talk about some unhinged weird behavior allow me to direct you at a rabid finnrey who has told me graphically to kill myself at least 5 times now for the sin of enjoying the wrong part of star wars according to them.

That shits fucking unhinged

Here's some of those death threats these are 100% real by the way:

Obviously Death Threat Warning some of these are quite gnarly.

This user still has an active account.

I've reported them several times but I sometimes feel like the only thing that will get you banned on this hellsite is being trans I swear to fucking god.

This user has spent over 7 years shit posting hate directly into the reylo fandom's tag instead of doing literally anything else to make their own fandom more enjoyable for themselves.

That's weird shit.

What has been hellish is being in this fandom for over 9 years and dealing with the amount of uncalled for vitriol at this very fucking plain flavor baby's first enemies-to-lovers ship.

I only started keeping track of the death threats back in September 2022

It's not even been a full 2 years and I'm nearing 1000.

This is the header for my Tumblr. This is a real number by the way I have every death threat I've gotten since starting this documented on my computer.

It's actually 955 because thepettycunt here just sent me a new death threat so now I gotta update the banner.

fun!

One day I'll make a master post.

Today is not that day.

But let's be very honest here the real number of death threats I've personally gotten are well into multiple thousands across multiple platforms over 9 years.

Just for enjoying reylo.

And I'm a furry and have been since the 90s. I'm use to being told to kill myself from strangers on the internet so color me confused when I join this really basic bitch of a fandom ship only to find the hate towards it somehow fucking worse.

That's some fucking weird unhinged shit.

I know you made this shit post just to be a shit poster so don't take this too personally I'm sure at this point you already think I'm unhinged and rightfully so

maybe I am

but after the 100th death threat I just stopped giving a fuck so you'll just have to forgive me but it's real buck ass wild to be called 'weird' when I've never sent death threats to people over fictional ships and none of my reylo friends have done that shit either but I am almost 99% sure if you look though the history of any single person who reblogged this post bitching about reylo you'll find they have a history of doing that shit.

You can pick any one. Odds are they have anti reylo posts going years back and at worst some of them have straight up told people in this fandom to kill themselves.

I can look through YOUR history OP and see You're a huge pile of shit towards reylos!

Go on pick one out at random and have a go. It's a fun horrible way to spend a afternoon.

And before anyone brings it up because people who hate reylo always do;

'what about that one time reylos harassed John Boye-'

a group of women telling John Boyega the things he's saying are sexist towards his female coworker who had already been harassed off social media a few years prior and asking him to do better isn't the harassment you think it is.

You can find that 'reaction' video John made to the reylos on google and watch it yourself. No one is being racist but they are all asking him to stop making sex jokes on his female coworkers behalf and expressing disappointment in him. In fact he even had to reused quite a few of the quotes because I think about halfway through making the video he realized he just didn't have that much material and the things people were saying were pretty fucking mild.

And I'm not sorry. Asking a adult man to hold himself accountable for the shit he says is not on the same level as the far fucking worse shit the over arching star wars fandom has done well before reylo was even a twinkle in anyone's eye

Lastly one more thing and I'm done I swear and I'm going to apologize in advance because I'm gonna sound really spicy and I guess I kinda am but not in a mean way more in a really fucking confused way

but what the fuck do you mean jenny nicholsons reylo videos are unhinged?

They're the fucking same as the rest of her videos.

Is there something less unhinged about a nearly 4 hour long video about a failed fantasy RPG theme park over a 1 hour long video about how star wars episode 9 was absolute dogshit?

Jenny makes cringe videos about cringe shit. That's her brand.

She's voiced her enjoyment of reylo very early on... I think back in The Force Awakens days? So why are you surprised she would talk about the subject at length in detail? She bought a stuffed porg larger than herself and documented collecting it on video for her channel.

Yeah man she probably likes reylo.

Most people who like TLJ do.

What... what the fuck do you mean her reylo videos specific are unhinged?

I'm sorry but if known racist and sexist YouTuber doomcock can spend 6 hours complaining about TLJ because Rey don't make his dick hard like Luke Skywalker does and he's going to make his refusal to reflect on that issue our fucking problem I don't think Jenny is unhinged for complaining about the inarguably bad movie that was the rise of skywalker for less time than the movie's total runtime.

I'm not even mad I'm just really confused by your statement.

[bubble-bobble]

@skydalorian tagged me and i haven't done one of these in a long time so here we goooo one of those form pass alongs

Last Song: Do It Again - Chemical Brothers Idk i just have a really big playlist that I hit randomize on and I don't have a lot to say about the song hahaha.

Favorite Color: I like teal/aqua if we're going by things I tend to pick out accessorywise. Something in this land:

But I also like pink and forest green.

Last movie/TV show: Movie...uh I watched Twilight because I've never been able to sit through it and good god it's something. The filter they have going on that movie....wrow.

And then for TV I rewatched Reacher and am about to start S2. I could watch the fight scenes over and over!!!! and yeah, you know...

-heavy breathing-

I'm also watching dungeon meshi and my happy marriage which are fun.

Sweet/spicy/savory: I'm going to pick a choice that is not here and say salty....like think pickles/cheeses...or does that count as savory?

Relationship status: married....10 years in october wrowwww

Last thing that I googled: "meal prep" lolll i've fallen off the wagon on packing decent food for lunch so let's find out how that goes.

Current obsession: dbz for about the last year I guess? then there's this poor little man

Last book: oh gosh between all the other stuff i don't/haven't made time to read like...actual books...which feels like an awkward admission!!! I feel like I read fanfiction and comics/manga and I sit with my kid working on learning to read so it's just not something i choose to do in my leisure time at the moment.

Looking forward to: Getting over being sick!!

Thank you for tagging me!! I feel like these post games are few and far between lately and it's fun to sit down a moment and think over some basic things sometimes!

tagging @verved @happygoldfish @maze-zen @monochrome-night @artbybai

feel free to do it even if we aren't mutuals or whatever too! Go for it!!

[lexa-ocean]

Hi I think we might be mutuals but anyways heres the real ask:

I read in your tags from the "get isekai'ed into the last fanfiction you wrote" post and I saw you were writing a bh6 fanfic. Am I correct to assume it means Big Hero 6? Big Hero 6 fanfic in this fabulous year of 2024?

If you have thoughts or would like to ramble about your fic I'd love to hear your thoughts!! (But only if you feel like, please don't feel obligated to answer)

YES I WAS TALKING ABT BIG HERO 6 FANFIC :D

(Ramble under cut)

I watched the entire series during 2021 i think??? And it was recently frankestein'd back to life since i watched the og movie, then watched some of my fav old eps again (and the Baymax shorts!)

Anyways!!! I'm gonna be honest i haven't been working in the fanfic for a couple days since idk, i'm starting to think it might be too angsty...? Basically, i decided to follow the prompts from this Bad Things Happen Bingo:

And the idea i have is basically

"Random bad guy figures out Mini-Max is a member of Big Hero 6, but doesn't know Fred is too. In an effort to get info of the group, he kidnaps the duo and tortures Fred to get Mini-Max to talk"

So yeah. Dark. I have a curse called "i show my love of fictional character by Making Them Suffer" and the Fred and Mini-Max duo is mi favorite from the show

AND MINI-MAX IS SO UNDERRATED. He's literally so cute and cool but there's barely any fic of him out there!!!! I gotta fix that!!!! (╯'□')╯︵ ┻━┻

And I also wanted this to be a bit of character exploration for Mini-Max? Bc one thing thats intersting from the series is that in his debut episode, Mini-Max dead up says he 'doesn't have feelings' in account of being a robot, but that just... doesn't feel right??? Not only wrt Mini-Max, but also all other robots in the bh6 verse (Noodle Burger Boy, Trina, even Baymax) clearly have feelings. Hell, the Baymax series straight up had that moment in the final ep where Hiro asks "how do you feel?" And Baymax replies "I am satisfied with my care" (which btw, Screaming Forever 😭💖). So with this fic, I planned to write Mini-Max's feelings during and after the situation, and how he (doesn't) deal with them. As well as Fred's ofc, my man wanted to be a superhero, now he gets Superheroic PTSD™

(I also have the rescue scene planned where Fred's dad, his mom and Heathcliff all take their superhero/villain/spy identities up again and wreck havoc in the bad guy's HQ bc "What do you mean our boy was kidnapped. Bitch We're Gonna Kill You")

But yeah that's basically it??? Aside from this fic i was working on a more memey lil comic, which since i'm here already i might as well share my fav sketch from:

Anyways.

Thanks for the ask!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝💖

[hedgiwithapen]

Answer the Questions and Tag 5 Fanfic Authors

Tagged by @mosylufanfic

1. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

Daydreamed a LOT. hated writing. Made up stories in my brain, mostly about Digimon. then, was Chronically Unsupervised for a summer and found Fanfiction.net and went oh heck, I could do that? I could just. write one down??? people would maybe like it?? and then I Did That. at this point I had, you see, decided I Liked Writing Now. (active choice, the way I recently decided that I Like Celery.)

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

Uhhhh ok so there's Digimon (technically) and Fablehaven (again, only technically.) Big Hero 6 and then Flash, Young Justice, Supergirl, Stargirl, Avatar, the Librarians, Leverage, Blue Beetle(movie) My Adventures with Superman, Superman and Lois, Legends of Tomorrow, pokemon (game--sapphire) and Agents of Shield. And like. my various RPGs. but a lot of those are like.... just a couple dammit hedgi day ficlets so... shrug?

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction? the first one I ever posted on the internet was in I want to say 2007. but the first one I guess I ever like. actively came up with was a little booklet about an oddish and a jigglypuff escaping team rocket (they were the only pokemon I could draw) and that was back in like. '99. it had aproximately ten words in it so that's more of a fan comic than fanfiction.

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

I write more than I read, I think, but I read more than I finish, excuding the month of september. DHD is an outleir adn should not be counted.

5. What is one way you’ve improved as a writer?

I can do action and fight scenes now!!!! Also I think I'm better at dialog. I used to be real bad at both those things.

6. What’s the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

hmmmmmmmmm. I mean. I feel like the deep diving into victorian flower language maybe? or like. How Trial By Combat worked in the Age Of Knights? How many calories a kitten with superspeed would need, perhaps. oh wait you know what, it's absolutely more obscure catholic patron saints, which I hardly even used in the fics i was researching them for, but man. did y'all know that St. Jude is also called Thaddeus and that he and St. Bartholomew are co-patron saints of Armenia? there's some kind of Barth Allen and Thaddeus Thawne Joke in there.

7. What’s your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

I really like the key smashy "how dare you." ones. also a big fan of the ones where people leave their favorite line and a string of emojis. I love anything that lets me guess how emotional a person got.

8. What’s the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

uhhhhh idk. metakitties?

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Long fics that drastically diverge from canon or are big AUs... I run out of roadmap and then worry no one's really going to care. also, just. ship fic in general. So I do not. or I do so rarely and in smaller sections.

10. What is the easiest type?

present tense introspective fics. those just flow.

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

I mostly use google docs, and I also do a lot of hand writing in a notebook. usually sitting at my little computer desk on my bed, or in the back hall at work, and typically in the afternoon-evening.

12. What is something you’ve been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

ehhhhhhhh I'm not really like. intimidated by anything that I'm interested in doing? I'm just lazy. lol.

13. What made you choose your username?

Assigned Hedgehog by cubscouts when I was a counselor at a summer camp. It Stuck.

uhhh I tag @windona @pennflinn @wrencatte @thenarator and @parvumautomaton but no pressure but also anyone else who wants to do this.