#cry more my wayward son

[nootcatt]

"I'm over spn" they said, twenty minutes after glaring at a person's blog who shipped you notp back in the spn days. After saying that, they continued to judge them for three more hours.

[fogdraws]

Sometimes I just

[dumb-zombie-girl]

I love him<3

He’s so adorable ^ v ^

[etnascarlet]

"Carry on my wayward son,

There'll be peace when you are done.

Lay your weary head to rest,

Don't you cry no more"

[favorite-music-tourney]

Poll list for the 70s music tourney

Round 3:

September vs Disco Inferno

Ballroom Blitz vs Rapper's Delight

The Chain vs Roxanne

Bad Girls vs Barracuda

Hotel California vs Killer Queen

Don't Fear the Reaper vs Lola

Rasputin vs Gimme Gimme Gimme

Rocketman vs Dancing in the Moonlight

Superstition vs Ain't no Sunshine

Heart of Glass vs I will Survive

Hooked on a Feeling vs Born to Run

Jolene vs Le Freak

Previous round beneath the Cut

Round 2:

(They Long to be) close to you vs Gimme Gimme Gimme

Don't Fear the reaper vs Starman

Hold the Line vs Killer Queen

Psycho killer vs The Chain

Do it again vs Lola

Renegade vs Dancing in the moonlight

Bat out of hell vs Le Freak

Disco Inferno vs Big Yellow Taxi

Have you ever seen the rain vs Hotel California

Heart of Glass vs YMCA

Ring my bell vs Roxanne

London Calling vs Bad Girls

Ain't No Sunshine vs Stayin Alive

Rasputin vs Sultans of the Swing

Barracuda vs Country roads

Hooked on a feeling vs Our House

The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald vs Rapper's Delight

Black Betty vs Rocket Man

Roundabout vs Ballroom Blitz

Funkytown vs I will survive

Mr.Blue Sky vs Born to Run

September vs Piano Man

Jolene vs Dream On

Superstition vs Freebird

Round 1:

Piano Man vs Imagine

Killer Queen vs Boys don't Cry

Gimme Gimme Gimme vs Let's get it on

I Will Survive vs Carry on Wayward Son

The Chain vs Blinded by the Light

Starman vs Let it Be

Rasputin vs Stairway to Heaven

American Pie vs Take Me Home County Roads

Renegade vs Me and Bobby Mcgee

Jolene vs Brandy (you're a fine girl)

September vs The Devil Went Down to Georgia

Hotel California vs Baba O'Riley

Ballroom Blitz vs The Boys are Back in Town

Don't Fear the Reaper vs Midnight Train to Georgia

Mr. Blue Sky vs The Logical Song

Stayin Alive vs Horse with no Name

Psycho Killer vs Blitzkrieg Bop

Rocket Man vs Smoke on the Water

Heart of Glass vs Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2

T. N. T. vs Black Betty

Southern Nights vs Le Freak

It's too late vs Disco Inferno

YMCA vs All Right Now

Big Yellow Taxi vs Live and Let Die

Freebird vs Detroit Rock City

Bad Girls vs Video Killed the Radio Star

I'll be there vs Ring my Bell

Rapper's Delight vs My Little Town

Dream On vs The Joker

Sultans of the Swing vs American Girl

We are Family vs Barracuda

Dancing in the moonlight vs Wheel in the sky

Escape (Pina Colada Song) vs Have you ever seen the rain

Born to Run vs Iron Man

Papa was a rolling stone vs London Calling

Hooked on a feeling vs Joy to the World

My Sharona vs Superstition

Roundabout vs Stuck in the Middle with you

LA Woman vs Roxanne

(They Long to be) Close to You vs Fire and Rain

Funky Town vs Heart of Gold

Time in a Bottle vs Our House

Ain't No Sunshine vs Anarchy in the UK

Do it again vs Just What I Needed

The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald vs Cats in the Cradle

Your Mama Won't Like Me vs Bat out of Hell

Hold the Line vs Crackling Rosie

Lola vs Heartbreaker

Bonus Rounds:

All Along the Watch Tower vs More than a Feeling

8 other songs by featured artists

60s practice round

[seasononesam]

my therapist just told me carry on my wayward son there'll be peace when you are done lay your weary head to rest don't you cry no more

[winterchestnut]

Zayne ❄️ and Sylus 🐦‍⬛

For the eldest daughter. Zayne and Sylus are for the eldest who always had to take care of everyone else but couldn't care for yourself. 🎶Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more.🎶/song ref. (This is probably going to be a Really big tell to someone.) But now, it's your turn to be taken care of.

Xavier💫

For my neuro-divergent pookies. You have very niche interests, which not a lot of people can understand or get into. And it all makes you feel like the outcast. Your kindness and patience are taken advantage of. So, you need someone who is as gentle as you, but more... vengeful on your behalf. However, should anyone disturb your peace, they will have to pick up the pieces of their destroyed life.

Rafayel 🦈

For the ones that were too much. The glimmer in your eyes, the bleeding heart you once had, and that sense of wonder you had has died out. You were too excited, so people told you to shut up. You were too angry, so people decided to avoid you. You were too sad, so people started rolling their eyes, called you needy, and started calling you an "attention seeker." All that's left is a hollow hole in your chest, and you need someone to ignite your flame again.

Caleb 🍎

For the ones who were alone. For the only child who came home to an empty house, who learned to cook and clean by yourself because no one was there for you, even babysitters were incompetent in comparison to you. The only one you had was yourself, so you built walls and a sense of disinterest in everyone else. Now it's your turn to be on a pedestal. To be adored and the center of someone's world. With Caleb, you can be yourself and be admired in every capacity.

Author's note: "Fans say *any of these things* about every LI 😭" I hate having to state the obvious, but apparently, I have to. These traits can be said for any LI, true, but they come in varying degrees dependent on the person/content creator who is interpreting the characters. As they say on tiktok, "Take what resonates, leave what does not." I've seen so many of these myself and just had a hard time resonating with them. So, I made my own.

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

Carry on, you will always remember

Carry on, nothing equals the splendor

Now your life's no longer empty

But surely heaven waits for you

Carry on, my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry, don't you cry no more

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[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 14- taking these wounds to their grave

"I'm battered and broken, my spirit's been stolen, but I'm taking these wounds to their grave. Surrounded by allies with fire in their eyes, for the past I don't need to deny." -Relentless by The Nearly Deads

Masterlist Part 13

In all honesty, learning his girlfriend was a Queen Regent for a different realm wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen to him. Sure, being told that ‘hey, by the way, we forced this substance that tastes like pop-rocks and sprite down your throat to save you from dying again’ was on that list too, but Jason had fucking died. His death was brutal, no doubt, but the weirdest part was the fact that he had been a Revenant the moment he awoke in his coffin. 

A vengeful spirit unable to move on. 

Forced to wander the earth until their reason for clinging to the mortal realm is satisfied. 

It hurt his heart in a phantom reminder of what he had suffered the same day Joker had been brutally murdered, the pain off what had been his second death due to his ‘reason’ being satisfied. 

(It hurt more to realize that he had never needed Bruce to kill Joker.)

(It had all been for nothing.) 

Jazz was quiet where she was tucked up against him in the large medical bed the Yeti had treated him in, not yet asleep by her breathing but calmly existing with him in this space. 

It was everything he needed. 

Jazz was truly the other half of his soul, the one he was meant to find. 

(She avenged him.) 

(She saved him.) 

He would marry Jasmine Nightingale aka the Regent of the Realms aka Lady of the Acropolis, he would be her staunchest supporter as the world keeps turning around them. What else is he meant to do in the face of her overwhelming love for him? 

(She avenged him.) 

(She saved him.) 

They still had more to discuss and Jason would continue to swallow down the question that began with ‘Will you’ and ended with ‘Marry me’ amidst the others he needed answers for. They’d only been dating a month, so it would be a while before Jason was comfortable even allowing thoughts of matrimony to blossom from seed to full bloom. 

(He wanted everything with her.) 

(His Lady.) 

(The Lady to his Knight.) 

(Jason Nightingale had a nice ring to it.)

Jason kissed the top of Jazz’s head and pulled her further onto his chest before he fell back asleep, content with having his lady in his arms again. 

Bruce wanted to laugh and cry in equal measure as he studied the pictures of his wayward son with his girlfriend, laughing, smiling, in love. Oh, Bruce could tell how smitten Jason was by how he looked so fondly at Jasmine Nightingale, the civilian his son had chosen to build a relationship with. On paper, they shared a common love of reading (Jason was classical literature, Jasmine was psychological thrillers), and an excellence at school (Jasmine had a 4.0 gpa), but there was little else to draw them together. 

Yet, despite this, the two were happy together. They were in love. His son was in love. 

And he was missing. 

(Bruce swallowed down the grief at Jason being dead…again.)

(He’d been missing before, he’ll turn up.)

It was worrying that the sub-dermal tracker stopped working while Jason was at Jasmine’s apartment, but there had been no immediate sign that they’d been caught in the explosion or remained trapped in the debris. 

Phantom had vanished almost as soon as he entered, no doubt on the trail of what had disturbed the spirit’s haunt so violently. It was concerning how competent the child ghost was at fighting, how angry Phantom became when there was a threat he had to face. Insult, demean, threaten him and the boy laughed it off with a casual grace that spoke of experience, but turn that attention to the people he claimed as his? No chance in the infinite realms that he wouldn’t find you. Constantine had been adamant to leave the spirit alone, to let him exist in his way, but the Magician often went out of his way to let others deal with his messes, so Bruce often took his advice with far more than a grain of salt. 

\B, Phantom’s back. He says Hood is fine./

Relief coursed through the big bat, untightening the knot in his chest. Jason was fine. He is fine. 

His eyes drifted back to the pictures splashed across the bat computer, the adoration in Jason’s gaze as he focused on his girlfriend was the common theme between all the candid shots Barbara had shared. Jasmine always leaned into his frame or held his hand, just sharing his space, body language comfortable and open. 

(He could have a daughter-in-law very soon.)

(Maybe even a grandchild.)

Bruce let a smile slowly stretch across his face at the idea of being a grandfather, of finally retiring from the cowl and WE to be doting on a granddaughter or grandson, spending time with his family while he was still able to in this life.

(A part of him squealed and clapped at the very thought of more family gracing these once-empty halls.)

But first, he had to talk to his son and meet his future daughter-in-law.

Bruce was about to activate his comms, to have Tim get more information about Jason, but an urgent message from Diana, demanding he’s needed in the Watch Tower. 

Constantine was summoning the Ghost King. 

Phantom had in fact left the apartment building. 

Jazz’s familiar teal-tinted portal opened for him to step through while he investigated and he didn’t waste any time crossing over to the Realms to where Jazz awaited him. 

And there she was, arms outstretched and awaiting him to embrace her. 

“Thank the Ancients!” Phantom exclaimed, diving into her waiting arms to wrap around his big sister, their different temperatures ignored in favor of communicating his relief with chirps and trills. 

Worry. Safe. Concern. RELIEF. Protect? 

Jazz clutched him tighter to her, nuzzling his soft white hair as she chirped back. 

Safe. Relief. Guilty. LOVE. 

At least Jazz would never fail to communicate her love for him, even while trying to reassure him she was okay. 

Phantom’s core purred and Jazz’s Proto-core echoed it, albeit weaker in frequency. They stayed like that, hugging each other right outside the tribe’s boundary for a while before Jazz spoke. 

“Little brother, we have to talk.” 

Those words beginning a conversation often led to him being angry or upset, but Jazz hadn’t needed him to be so serious for quite a while.  

“Hmm?” 

She shifted her weight a bit, readjusting her grip around Phantom’s form.

“It’s about Jason…I told him about me.” 

“As in,” Phantom began, pulling back from the hug, “you told him about Amity and…me?” 

Jazz puffed out a sigh, a wisp of breath in a mockery of his ghost sense hanging in the air between them. 

“I told him about us being ecto-contaminated, me being the most liminal being and all, but I told him I wouldn’t share your secrets.”

Phantom grinned, “Good because it’s about time I gave him a shovel talk.” 

“No, little brother.” Jazz got a pained look on her face for a moment as the frosty air grew tense. A summoning and a painful one at that. “Phantom-” 

“Go, I’ll talk to your boyfriend.” 

“Be nice, not bitchy nice.” 

“I’m always nice!”  

He only received a scoff before Jazz was dragged along by the summoning, a brief flash of her armor appearing signaling it was a serious situation. Phantom did not envy the idiot who tried to summon the Ghost King only to get the Regent instead. 

Speaking of idiots, Phantom had a Liminal to lecture and threaten. 

“Hurt her and I’ll shove you into a thermos, mix you into a smoothie, and drink you for breakfast.”

“Creative.” 

With that out of the way, Phantom floated over to Jason’s side and poked his stomach. 

“You doing ok?” He questioned, concern for his fellow vigilante bleeding through. Sure, he cared about Jason the human, but Red Hood was infinitely cooler. 

“Yeah, kid. I’m doing good.” Jason shuffled a bit more towards the center of the large cot, “You’re Danny Nightingale.” It was definitely not meant to be an accusation, Phantom was sure, but it sure felt like one. 

The ghost kid nodded, “I’m a Halfa, half-ghost and half-human. When in ghost form, I prefer Phantom.” 

“They/him?” 

Phantom shrugged, “Close enough.” 

Jason snorted, “How’re you doing kid?” 

“I’m currently talking to my sister’s boyfriend about to give him a crash course on the spooky and ooky.” The halfa grinned, “I couldn’t be better.” 

“Was that a reference?” 

“Was what a reference?”

“Nevermind.”

To say Jason was horrified was a gross understatement. 

He was so far past horrified he was well into confused panic at the sheer audacity of what he was currently hearing... 

“You’re the rightful Ghost King, but you’re too young in human and ghost cultures to rule in your name so your older sister is acting as your Regent. Do I have that right?” 

“Pretty much, yeah.” 

(Wow, Jazz was a badass.)

“Wait, but she goes by Regent as a vigilante?” 

“It was easier than calling her anything else, a lot of the ghosts refer to Jazz as either Regent, Your Majesty, or My Lady so she’s grown used to responding to them.” 

“Hold up- Lady?” 

Another hum, “Jazz is the Lady of the Acropolis, a former student of Pandora, the Guardian of Hope and Ancient of Peace.” 

“Wow, my girlfriend is awesome.” 

Phantom chuckled, a soft pat on Jason’s shoulder, “And don’t you forget it.” 

Whatever face Jason made as he realized he was courting a Lady, an actual Lady with a title and everything, was hilarious enough to make Phantom burst out laughing. 

Whatever, Jason could take the mockery from Phantom as long as his family never found out about him dating a Lady. His brothers would never let him live it down, that he was living out his Regency fantasies. 

(Fuckers, they’re just jealous he got a badass with a sword.) 

“Where is Jazz?” 

Phantom cringed, “She, uh, had to deal with something?” It was phrased as a question. 

“Something we should be worried about?” 

“For Jazz?” There was a hint of hero worship in his tone as the Ghost spoke of his sister, “We should be worried for the poor idiot that summoned her.” 

(Hold up.) 

“Summoned?” 

“Summoned, keep up.” 

Put a pin in that for later. “Why would anyone want to summon Jazz?” 

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s not like she’s Regent of the Realms Infinite.” Ok, yeah, Jason deserved that sass. He was still wrapping his head around the fact that Jazz, his lovely spitfire of a soulmate girlfriend had Regency over a dimension of ghosts because Holy Shit. 

(He was totally simping over her, he’s man enough to admit it.)

Somehow that seemed more of a staggering revelation than being told he had been a Revenant with corrupted Ectoplasm that had technically died for a second time when he had those severe chest pains, only to be revived by Jazz pouring pure ecto down his throat. 

(The same Ecto she needs to keep herself healthy.)

(He wondered if Jazz had felt the connection between them even then.)

An unexpected summoning was a shard of ice in her spine, twisting like a knife of betrayal in the nerves, utter agony. Jazz had little warning, little time to brace herself before she was hooked behind her navel and yanked.

Thank the Ancients she wasn’t in the shower, because whoever dared to summon the Ghost King was not going to receive an eyeful for their trouble. 

Jazz allowed her armor to materialize, a slick sensation of water down her back soothed the lingering pain of the brutal summons, but her back plate soon settled firmly in place and irritated the nerves more so. 

Just as her helmet locked into place, sealing her fully into her armor, green smoke announced her arrival with a dramatic flair she couldn’t find humor in. 

Rested on one knee, head bowed, the Regent was quite an intimidating sight for the uninitiated. 

Her helmet, full coverage with a crown of green shards embedded into its pulsing ebony metal, only allowed the green tint of her eyes to shine through. Once her head lifted, the several shivers her gaze got proved how effective it was at unnerving others. 

With a breath, the Regent stood. 

And so we continue….

A/N:

If you're confused by the ending it picks up from Part 12, my special Jason Todd/Red aesthetic entry for the series. Part 12 to 13 takes place right beforehand, so we'll be entering into the endgame of the Anti-Ecto Acts being repealed soon.

Kudos and thanks to my beta reader @meditating-cat. Apparently I over use commas, who knew?

They had one thing to say about Jason in this part: SIMPPPP

I agree, I'm a totally dork for Simp!Jason and Loving!Jazz.

As for other news, I've been making a bunch of boards for The Regent (and my Revenant!Jazz prompt) while I've been sick, so there's that. I don't like many of them anyways.

A surprise poll will be included in an upcoming part, maybe not the next one, but it will come so keep an eye out for it because the answer will be included in the series.

Happy Holidays and best wishes from me to you!

-Love, the one strong with the sarcasm

[echo-bleu]

End of the Year Fic Recs

thank you @thescrapwitch and @sallysavestheday for tagging me!

This is a wonderful game, I love reccing fics and I should do it more. I'll keep it all Silmarillion for the recs, since that's the bulk of what I've read this year. I haven't had the spoon to leave proper comments on some of these, so hopefully reccing them can count too?

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

- The Harrowing by @chthonion. I am forever in awe of this whole series and of Chthonion's writing. Somehow every single sentence is relatable and at least half of them are a punch in the gut, but in a healing way. A delightful Frodo, Celebrimbor and Finrod working through their trauma and Annatar, remade as an elf, learning how to be a good person (and a person at all, really).

- we will make this place our home by @leucisticpuffin. Truly delightful 70s AU as narrated by 8 year old Elrond, who just makes my heart melt in every chapter. Maedhros and Maglor as traumatized foster parents doing their best, the twins with their antics and their fears and joys, it's such a breath of fresh air and I can't get enough of it.

- Hanged Man by @tethysresort. Second age fic about the fall of Eregion and the start of Imladris with so much interesting worldbuilding and plot, and characterization of Elrond and Glorfindel especially that I really loved.

- Everlasting Song by @amethysttribble. This is perhaps a little more niche, a crossover with A Song of Ice and Fire, but I'm not an ASOIAF fan at all and I have like two whole memories of the books and I'm still finding absolutely delightful. Top-notch characterization of the Fëanorians, and it really keeps you on your toes.

- Aurë entuluva by @theheirofashandfire. Just very recently caught up with it and I love it to bits! The time loop is all kinds of angsty and breathtaking, and I really love the world that is being constructed afterwards. Wonderful Russingon, and I'm also, especially, in love with her Curufin and Celegorm.

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

- Wayward Son by @thescrapwitch. Angst exactly like I like it. Fëanor and Maglor, and it will make you cry. @thescrapwitch writes Maglor just wonderfully and I really love this Fëanor that will do absolutely anything for his son.

- On the difference between hostages and sons by leodesic (and the rest of the series as well). Absolutely delightful Elrond and Elros, as seen by Gil-galad when they first come to his court. I love Elrond defying expectation, and this was such a wonderful read.

- the world to come by arriviste. Arda Remade, told through the shadows and the gaps of what's missing. It's eerie, and I love a well-written eerie fic that leaves you feeling a little off-balance. Wonderful reflection on the price of perfection.

- Sea-Bells and Sunlight by @actual-bill-potts. Finrod, Lúthien and Beren in Mandos. This broke my heart in the best way.

- in the breaking by @thelordofgifs. Short but terribly impactful study of Maedhros and Maglor before the end, one of the best I've read of them.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

- A Farewell to Arms by MorwenSteelsheen (LOTR, Farawyn). Such a wonderful characterization and development of Faramir and Éowyn's relationship in a slight canon divergence where Éowyn arrives in Gondor two years before the end of the war of the Ring.

- The Splintered Light by @thearrogantemu. The whole series. These Gifts That You Have Given Me (Silvergifting) is well-known in the fandom, I think, and I absolutely loved it, but the other fics set in the Fourth Age were among the first I read in this fandom that I just fell straight in love with.

- The Host of the West by @mynameisjessejk. Various fics of the Otter Mayhem and Otterless Mayhem series could have gone into every category here because I love them all, but this is the one I chose because I reread it yesterday for the fourth (fifth?) time and it still had me bawling my eyes out. Probably my favourite Finrod, and definitely an inspiration for my own writing. The whole series is about healing and redemption and elf therapy and all of it is delightful.

- The Peril (and Potential) of Unleashing Lightning in a Fishbowl by @dawnfelagund. This one took everything I thought I knew about Caranthir, threw it out the window and gave me a truly brilliant characterization I didn't know I needed in my life. The worldbuilding is also delightful, and so is Amarië.

- Aranya by SpaceWall. I read this recently and it's really staying with me. Some people in my asks have expressed interest in fics that take the Valar to account for their mistakes, and this is a wonderful one. With a bonus revolution. I really love the non-linear storytelling as well, a hard-to-use tool that is done wonderfully here. Plus the title is inspired.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

- your veins are empty of dust. Character study of Nerdanel as feels her family die across the sea, and she sculpts. This is also the fic for which I made the art I'm probably the proudest of to date.

- your smile tells me I'm safe. Modern AU with aro Maedhros and a Russingon QPR.

- silver. Míriel, Celegorm and Celebrimbor, and living with chronic illness.

- the light that you keep burning there. Part of a much larger AU where the second and third kinslayings don't happen, but this one is about Maedhros, Maglor and Fingon in the later years, as the world crumbles, trying to remember what (who) they're fighting for.

- if I am to braid my mystic crown. The Silmarillion retold through worldbuilding headcanons about braids.

Tagging @unforth @foodsies4me @wren-of-the-woods @camille-lachenille (I don't know who has already done it, so feel free to send me a link if you have!)

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 7: Celebrate Good Times, C'mon

Word Count: 726

Rating: G

Pairing: minor hellcheer

CW: alcohol consumption

Summary: It's Jeff's wedding and the guys are wasted. Thank you @munson-blurbs for coming up with the perfect song 👌🏻

@corrodedcoffinfest

“Carry on my wayward son! There’ll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to reeeeest. Don’t you cry no more!”

“Bah dah duh dah, duh duh duh duh!”

Eddie strums his air guitar while Gareth whips his arms around as if he were drumming to the song.

The number of guests trickled down as the evening rolled into night. But the fierce foursome is still going strong, alcohol and pure joy fueling them. 

A few others are scattered on the dance floor of the Hampton Inn banquet hall. But Jeff, Gareth, Eddie, and Frank are definitely the life of the party right now.

Jeff’s wife—as of four hours ago—giggles as she watches from a table with a couple of her bridesmaids. 

“Are they always like this?” one of the bridesmaids asks the bride, Anna. 

“If they’re all together with alcohol and music? Oh yeah,” Anna confirms. She nods her head towards Chrissy next to her and says to her friend, “You should have seen them at their wedding.”

“Oh my God,” Chrissy says with a laugh. She shakes her head at the memory, still amused by it. “I didn’t even get to spend my own wedding night with my husband! I kept waiting for Eddie in our hotel room only to find him in Gareth’s room, all four of them passed out on the same bed.”

The song changes and Frank gasping is heard above all.

“Yes!” he cheers. “I love this song!”

Eddie wrinkles his nose up as he sways back and forth. He looks at his friend and shakes his head.

“It’s Cher.” 

“Oh, come on,” Jeff slurs, slapping Eddie on the back. “Everyone loves this song.”

“Yeah,” Gareth adds. He pokes Eddie in the chest, right below the two buttons that the taller man popped open after his first drink. “Don’t be all metal snobby on us. We all heard the Madonna at your wedding.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but finds the action makes him dizzy and stumbles a step in his inebriated state. 

“That wasn’t my choice, Gareth the Great,” he says. “It’s not my fault my wife is a pop princess!”

The chorus of the song approaches, and Frank knows Eddie is just acting all tough and this will end with him singing it out with them. So, he takes his friend by the shoulders and shakes him back and forth a few times.

“Come ooooon!” Frank says. “Sing it with us. You know you want to.”

A smile slowly curls up the corners of Eddie’s mouth.

“Alright,” he agrees. “For Jeff.”

“Uh huh,” Gareth hums, not buying it. “For Jeff.”

The beat thrums through the speakers and all four friends bop up and down to it, waiting for their moment.

“IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME! IF I COULD FIND A WAY!”

Eddie slings one arm around Jeff’s neck and one around Frank’s. Jeff tugs Gareth over and tucks the shortest band member under his arm as the four of them begin to sway side to side as they belt out the tune. 

“I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU AND YOU’D STAY!”

They finish out the chorus like that and by the time the next chorus comes around, they’re all jumping up and down like they’re in a mosh pit. Eddie’s curls are swinging wildly all over the place while Gareth headbangs with enough enthusiasm that he’s going to end up with a sore neck tomorrow. 

“God, this is so much fun!” Jeff says. 

“Can't wait ‘til we get to do this again!” Frank agrees.

Gareth chuckles and nudges Frank’s arm with his own.

“Means you gotta propose to Sheila.”

Frank shrugs and looks around.

“Alright. Where is she?”

“No!” Eddie and Jeff shout at the same time, pulling their friend back as he tries to walk off of the dance floor. 

Their tuxes have all seen better days—or better hours, just today before the alcohol was busted out, but Gareth would bet good money that none of the guys who have rented these tuxes before had half as much fun in them.

“Let’s finish this out together,” Jeff says. 

The guys all grin at one another, getting ready to put all their energy into it. Just have to wait for the right moment.

1…2…3…

“IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME!”

[rabid-transcendentalist]

what's the news my wayward son

there's no rest, we're never done

telling Cas current events

while I cry some more

[dawnthefox24]

*Hanzo is in the garden after getting into an argument with the elders over something stupid and clearly he's upset as he hides in the garden holding his knees close to his chest trying to fight back the tears* Rumiko:*enters the garden holding a small birthday gift* Hanzo? Teen Hanzo:...Hey mom... Rumiko:*walks over to him and sits down next to him* What's wrong? Teen Hanzo:...I can't celebrate my birthday.. . Rumiko:*frowns* Now who said that? Teen Hanzo:...The elders... Rumiko:*grumbles a bit* Of course... Teen Hanzo:*hugs himself*... Rumiko:*Hands him his gift* Here you go my hatchling... Teen Hanzo:*takes the gift and opens it but smiles softly* Are these? Rumiko: Yup carved arrow heads and a ribbon for your hair to tie it back. Teen Hanzo: *smiles*You got it in Yellow and Blue. Rumiko:*nods a bit* Of course, now why don't we celebrate you birthday. Teen Hanzo:*smiles at her but has tears rolling down his face* I-I can't... Rumiko: Now why not? Teen Hanzo: *quickly wipes his eyes* Because...I-..I just can't... Rumiko:*sighs and removes her shamisen off her back and starts tuning it a bit* Teen Hanzo:*looks confused* Mother wha- Rumiko: *starts playing her Shamisen in the garden sing* 🎶Carry on, my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more.🎶 Teen Hanzo: *looks confused* Moth- Rumiko:*smiles softly as she continues to sing* 🎶Once I rose above the noise and confusion,Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion, I was soaring ever higher but I flew too high, Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man, Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man, I hear the voices, when I'm dreaming, I can hear them say. Carry on, my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done, Lay your weary head to rest, Don't you cry no more.🎶 Teen Hanzo:*looks at her and wipes his tears away but laughs* That isn't a birthday song. Rumiko:*chuckles* But it got you to smile no? Teen Hanzo:*nods a bit but looks up seeing Genji holding something in his hands* Sojiro: Genji slow down! Teen Genji: No! I've got him the cake! Teen Hanzo: C-Cake? Rumiko:*nods* Of course strawberry short cake, your birthday cake. I'll never EVER let you not feel unwanted Hanzo, your my son like Genji. I love you two more then life it's self. Teen Hanzo:*hugs her and holds her tightly* Thank you mother... Rumiko:*smiles and pets his head holding him close* Of course my dear now lets have some cake. Teen Hanzo:*smiles happily* Yes thank you mother. ~~~~ Hanzo:*having strawberry short cake with Genji as he smiled* Thank you Genji. Genji:*nods a bit* Happy birthday Anjia, wish mother here. Hanzo:*sighs but smiles* Me too.

[kwills91]

Fanfic Writer Interview

Thanks to @mojowitchcraft for the tag

What fandoms do you write in?

- 9-1-1 - Stranger Things -Teen Wolf (although I have no idea when I will have the time to work on more fics for this) - Arcane (though not currently published but I'm hoping chapter 1 of my first fic will be up before the end of the month)

How many words did you publish in 2024?

Luckily, everything I published on AO3 in 2024 was started in 2024 so I know this is accurate: I published 627,647 words in 2024

What are your top three fics you wrote last year?

This is where the autism comes out and I immediately panic about the number of ways this question could be taken, but I'm just gonna pick one and going by the way it was answered when I was tagged I'm gonna say my favourites and there's one from each of the 3 fandoms I wrote for in 2024

This Town Has Changed (Don't You Find It Strange)  Steddie || 52k || One Shot || E Based on Orange Juice by Noah Kahan, this was a labor of love and Secret Santa gift for the lovely @whoreforhowl and it wasn't intended to be as long as it wound up but when I started writing the outline it poured out of me and that alone was 14k words. Writing this made me fall in love with these boys all over again and I made myself cry when I was reading it back, which always feels validating.

Defect Buddie || 146k || 13 Chapters || E Written for the 118 bang, a cyberpunk AU that nobody asked for, which is evidenced by the fact it does not have anywhere close to the stats of my other multichapter buddie fics. However, I received nothing but love from those who did read it and I'm I really pushed my limits of my writing skills with this and I'm insanely proud of how it turned out

I Guess It's Just As Well (But I Miss Your Face Like Hell) Sterek || 39k || One shot || E The 5+1 sequel to my only other TW/Sterek fic (A Few Stolen Days Worth All The Goodbyes) that' I'm also very proud of. This fic is a testament to how much teen wolf took over my life last summer because I only intended to write the first one because I was reading fic and couldn't find the story I was craving so wrote it myself but I feel in love with writing these characters so much I wanted to write a sequel the second I finished writing the first one.

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

It was, yet again, burning myself doing a big bang but this time without the satisfaction of having a lot of people read my fic. There were a lot of points I felt like I was making the wrong choice and doubting myself and my ideas and it took a lot of the fun out of it for a while there.

What have you learned?

That stats are not as important to me as I thought they were. At first I was heartbroken that nobody was reading Defect, but the people who did read it loved it as much as I did and gave me a lot of lovely compliments which I continue to return to whenever I have a little wobble in my confidence. If a few people LOVE my fic, that is genuinely enough for me, not just a placating thing I tell people to sound like I'm more laid back than I am.

Did you beta any fics last year? Any faves you want to shout out?

Not really. Between the events I signed up to, the amount of pressure I put on myself to post and general stress, betaing for somebody may genuinely have taken me out lol

What three fics from last year did you love?

Coming Home (But Not To You) by @lesbianherald Jayvik || 119k || 14 chapter || E I mean, most Jayvik fans probably already know this fic but I will still take any opportunity to gush it because I know people say that fics change their brain chemistry all the time, but this one genuinely changed my brain chemistry and I've not known a day of peace since I finished it, I think about it all the time! It's beautifully written, the characterisation is actual perfection, and I am eternally changed.

The Wayward Son by @gayhoediaz Buddie || 57k || 5 chapters || E Heaps of angst, not talking about their feelings, power bottom Eddie using sex as punishment for his catholic guilt, and the two of them eye fucking each other whilst physically fucking other people??? This fic was TAILOR MADE FOR ME. I cannot tell you how many times I've read it, despite it coming out in the second half of the year and I think about it every.single.day. It hits just as hard every time I read it.

ice cream before dinner by cloudydaisies Buddie || 58k || one shot || T Not only is this fic a beautiful premise that is beautifully executed and resulted in me leaving the most embarrassingly mushy comment I have ever left on a fanfic, but it also achieved the impossible in that for one whole day there was peace on 911twt because everybody was too caught up in the fluffy wonderfulness of this fic and just wanted to gush about it. It was beautiful.

What ideas are percolating for this year?

I already have so many ideas for fic this year, some of which I'm already posting or have started writing in the confines of my google drive, but here is a list of the most likely to see the light of day

Buddie - Stick Season album fic where Eddie is in a car accident in the middle of nowhere and remembering his life, finally figuring out what he wants as he edges closer to death. Every chapter is inspired by a song from the Stick Season (Forever) album. - Where Rainbows End AU - epistolary childhood friends to lovers slow burn based on the Cecelia Ahern novel (which you might now as Love, Rosie - the book title adopted the movie adaptation title, which I HATE) Buddie omegaverse bitching fic - Eddie begging for Buck's help to become the Omega he always felt like he should be rather than the Alpha everybody was pleased he turned out to be. You know, platonically...

Steddie - One Foot In Your Bedroom, One Foot Out The Door - to add more to my passion project post s2 to post s4 rivals to friends to lovers to exes to friends to lovers slow burn, angst fic. My magnum opus. My everest. I will not abandon this fic.

Jayvik - College Rivals/You've Got Mail (kind of) AU where grad students Jayce and Viktor find peace lamenting to their online friends about their respective grad school rivals, who, it turns out, are the very people they're lamenting about. - Moddern, middle-aged, second chance romance inspired by the gorgeous artwork from @arctvros (which I shared a snippet of the other day on bsky) where Viktor's actions led to an accident in the lab and the board pressuring Jayce to oust him from Hextech and Viktor leaves it all behind. 15 years later he's back needing help from the council to fund his research. When the vote doesn't go his way, Jayce offers up Hextech as an alternative and the two have to find out if the past has destroyed what they had forever or if there is some way to get it back. And possibly something more on top.

🏁 🏆 Congrats you made it to the end! I'm impressed honestly cause I never think anyone is gonna read these hahaha.

Anybody already tagged should take this as a no-pressure invite to join as well as some more (also no-pressure) tags:

@cal-daisies-and-briars @rainbow-nerdss @transmascsteveharrington @nubianamy @prettysophist

[lets-try-some-writing]

In the AU where unicron is optimus father what would happen if the kids were harmed or in a dangerous situation thanks to unicron resulting in the response of the optimus and the rest of the autobots

More pain for my lovely boy. This is going to be complete angst so to make sure Prime gets some comfort eventually, I am going to make an additional two parts for this in different posts.

A Father's Wrath

After months of watching Optimus be ignored and feared by his own team, the bots Optimus had come to see as family, Unicron grew angered. The chaos god understood their initial fear, but as he watched his only creation wallow and slowly fall to loneliness, his patience wore thin. This was his son, his glorious creation who had lowered himself to protect and care for Primus's lesser spawn, and now said spawn were rejecting that kindness. It was despicable.

The chaos god tried to reign in his anger for Optimus's sake. If nothing else the human vermin that had taken up residence on his frame were there to support his wayward creation. But days turned to weeks, and weeks into months until at last Unicron could take it no longer. One day after Optimus had struggled in vain to try and speak to any of his team only to be promptly ignored, Unicron at last snapped.

In a fit of rage, Unicron transferred power over to his creation unknowingly, causing Optimus to once again fall to the ground in agony as his frame rearranged itself to make up for the surplus of power. It was unintentional on Unicron's part, but as Optimus flailed and screamed, the waves of power emanating from him struck the children and the team. The team grew ill, most purging on the spot as Optimus pulled himself together and stood on shaky pedes, his spark once again exposed. But the children... they did not fare nearly as well.

They collapsed and convulsed. Jack became violently ill, throwing up as blood leaked from his eyes and ears. Miko started having a seizure that very nearly stopped her breathing altogether. And Rafael screamed and clawed at his face as the worst migraine he had ever gotten assaulted him. Before Optimus could do anything, Fowler was called in and the children were taken away for immediate hospitalization. The team left in Vehicle mode and parked in the hospital parking lot to keep a general optic on the children for fear that they might die while Optimus remained at base.

Left completely and utterly alone, Optimus cried. His frame once again shattered so thoroughly could not shed tears even if he tried, but the mixed dark and normal energon that leaked from his armor was enough of a testament to his grief. Otherworldly cries and wails echoed throughout the abandoned missile silo for hours as Optimus wept, hating himself and everything he was in that moment. The Matrix thrummed within him, trying to calm him and comfort its chosen bearer in its own odd way, but Optimus only composed himself nearly a day after being left alone to drown in his guilt. By the time the team came back, Optimus was no longer crying, but he was frantic for answers.

Optimus: The children, are they well?

Ratchet: *refusing to look at him*...

Optimus: Please, tell me their conditions!

Ratchet: *turning to leave* ...

Optimus: *grabbing his arm to keep him still* I can endure this silence no longer! Tell me what has befallen the children!

Ratchet: *snarling and ripping his arm away* They live, no thanks to you.

Optimus: Ratchet-

Ratchet: Save it! If this incident has proven anything, it is that you are dangerous, too dangerous to be kept near.

Optimus: Wait!

Ratchet: We are done. Take what you need and leave. You are no longer welcome here.

Optimus: Please don't do this-!

Ratchet: LEAVE!

The dooming declaration hung in the air as Optimus stopped dead in his tracks, the blazing motes of light that served as his optics flickering and wavering. His outstretched servo shook and his exposed spark pulsed in shock and horror. He looked at the rest of the team, desperate for it to be some cruel joke or perhaps a mistake. But as he met the fierce gazes of each of his former team, he knew the truth.

They feared him, and they wanted him gone.

The only one who didn't meet his pleading gaze was Bumblebee who instead opted to look away, unable to watch as Optimus was sent away. The Prime shook and energon leaked from his frame in his own version of tears as he sputtered in vain. However after a moment of silence, Optimus shuddered, turned away, and began gathering the few items he would take with him. He did not want to strip his family of anything important, after all, they still had a war to win. So all the Prime took was the few personal accessories he brought with him to earth, a singular first aid kit, and a whetstone for his in built blades.

He looked back pleadingly one last time as the ground bridge was fired up and prepared to send him halfway across the country. But as he was met with only cold and frigid glares by most, he tore his gaze away and said only one sentence before stepping through.

Optimus: If this is what you wish of me, I will honor it... but let it be known that I never intended for this to happen.

Optimus: ...

Optimus: I'm sorry.

He stepped through and the groundbridge closed behind him the moment he was out of sight. As soon as Optimus was gone, the team sighed collectively, not out of relief like they expected to, but out of grief for what they had done. But despite those feelings, they did not call Optimus back and instead each took time to themselves to think over the matter.

Arcee had been the one to hate Optimus most adamantly after the reveal, but as she lay in her berth, she found herself sorrowful. Optimus had been nothing but kind to her, caring for her and showing her the utmost sympathy and respect after the losses of her partners. He never yelled, he never harmed her, and he even willingly took hits for her more times than she could count. He was Unicron's creation, but he was the kindest mech she had ever met. She hated to admit it, but laying there after he left, she cried and tried to tell herself that it was for the best.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack were both very torn when it came to the matter of Optimus. Both respected him and looked up to him, even after the reveal they wanted to serve under him as they always had. After all, wreckers don't judge a mech so long as he does good. But with how dangerous he had proven to be, in their minds they could not afford to accept the risk that he posed, not when the children were in their care. As much as they loathed sending their Prime away, to them it was only right. It was what good wreckers would do...

Ratchet despised himself the moment he saw the look on Optimus's face after he ordered him to leave. He wished more than anything to take back those words, but his spark... his spark screamed in terror whenever his old friend looked at him. The sight of Optimus's blazing form and the feeling of his sickening spark waves washing over him were engraved into his memory. He couldn't look at Optimus the same way, not after all he had seen since Unicron's near awakening. He wanted to believe that what he was doing was right, that he was sending away a monster that had posed as Cybertronian like some sleeper agent for millions of years. But the pain in Optimus's glowing optics... it made Ratchet regret.

No monster could have looked so betrayed and so very broken at being sent away.

As for Bumblebee? He was left in a state of internal conflict. Much like Ratchet, he was terrified of his Sire's true form and nature, but like Arcee, he couldn't just ignore the fact that he had only ever been met with love and care from Optimus. The Prime had raised him, taken care of him, fought for him, and never once done a thing to harm him. Bumblebee wanted to think that he was cutting off a parasite or getting rid of a spy when he blocked off his bond with Optimus. But as he watched his Sire leave the base for what was likely the last time, Bumblebee felt empty and more alone than every before.

He had betrayed his Sire on every level and his spark knew it...

The children were not allowed back to base for over a week afterward as they recovered. Thankfully they did not suffer any serious damage and healed quickly. But upon entering base for the first time since the incident and seeing Bumblebee issuing orders instead of Optimus, they grew concerned. Immediately they tried to ask what had happened in their absence only to be met with silence from Fowler and June. Even when they turned to the team for answers, the bots simply dodged their questions, eventually up and lying by saying that Optimus was taking a few days to himself because he felt guilty.

The children were suspicious as pit, especially once they noticed the lack of avatars from Unicron and the mysterious disappearance of Optimus's plants, but they accepted it. The reasoning seemed plausible with Optimus's personality... so they waited.

Every day after school the children asked about Optimus. Bulkhead and Wheeljack only met their queries with guilty gazes and did their best to dodge the question. Arcee outright told the children to leave her alone every time they tried to talk with her about the absent Prime, only further rousing their suspicions. Ratchet straight up wouldn't even look at the children and tended to wander off muttering something whenever they tried going to him. And so lastly, after an additional week of prodding and begging for answers, Bumblebee stepped up as leader and gave them.

Jack: Where's Optimus? I know you said he was taking some time off, but it's been nearly two weeks!

Miko: It isn't like him!

Rafael: Optimus is always working and never takes breaks. Did something happen to him?

Bumblebee: ...

Rafael: Bee?

Bumblebee: For your safety, Optimus Prime has been stripped of his badge and exiled for harming innocents, associating with the enemy, and traitorous behavior.

The children: What!?!

The children were distraught but could do nothing once the truth was revealed. They could only make a fuss and give the team the silent treatment in retribution. The team did not take Optimus's absence and the children's reactions well... and neither did the Prime even with the distance between them.

Optimus set up camp in his alt-mode once his frame had healed from the power burst. He hid out in an old garage on some farmstead where a human male and his daughter lived. He stayed undercover for nearly a week in his alt-mode, both to allow his frame to recover and to wallow. He was absolutely spark broken at being sent away and most of his time in alt-mode was spent lamenting his losses.

But the Matrix has never been one to allow its bearer to remain inactive for long, and it swiftly pushed Optimus to move, to do something. As such Optimus resolved himself and left his makeshift base of operations with one goal in mind.

He would continue to fight for his Autobots, weather they wanted him to or not.

Unicron tried to reach out to his creation multiple times during the whole fiasco, but Optimus ignored him, angry at his father for destroying the delicate balance he had forged with his team. As such Optimus went at his work alone, using his remaining access to Autobot codes and signatures to track down his old team to assist where he could.

He would not stand idly by, not while Megatron still lurked.

[lostuntothisworld]

lukadrien: Adrien comforting Luka about his dad when he finds out about Jagged Stone. In front of everyone he acts ok. But later maybe Adrien finds him angry and crying and keeps him from getting akumatized. I just love more of Adrien comforting Luka.

Listen, I have some SERIOUS headcanons on the Couffaine's past and Jagged's influence on Luka and Juleka's life before his identity was revealed... Buckle in.

My headcanon is that the Anarka Couffaine is Romani and an immigrant from Croatia... or rather, the part of Yugoslavia that becomes Croatia. You see, for many years, several very polarized countries were fused. The horrific Yugoslav Wars happened, and now they are separate. But even before that, World War 2 was not kind to the Romani people, especially in the Balkans, and Anarka's mother and father are the sole survivors of their families due to those horrors.

Anarka's original name before she changed it was Nevenka, and she had a loving mother (named Julika) and father (named Lucijan), several older brothers (named Apolon, Alarik, Andronik, Aristid, and Aleksije), and an older twin sister (named Jasminka).

Their surname was Knežević, and while they didn't have much, and faced prejudice due to their Romani heritage, they were a tight knit and loving family.

And then everything changed when the Yugoslav Wars started. At the time, it was considered the worst conflict in Europe since World War 2. It was especially difficult for certain populations, such as the Romani people, who were targeted.

Over the course of the early to mid-90's Nevenka slowly lost her entire family. Then, she miraculously managed to escape the country. It was not easy being an immigrant, especially as a Romani individual, but then she met Jagged.

Jagged was a wayward son of a foreign upper middle class family. He was an only child, and a bit spoiled at that, but he was genuine and sweet. He was also a talented pianist, which complimented Nevenka's excellent guitar prowess.

The duo wrote a song together and somehow managed to attract a producer to create a full album. The duo called their partnership Crocoduo, and went to work.

But when you mix work with feelings, things get muddy. It created a stunning album, but also broken hearts. Neither Jagged nor Nevenka would tell the Truth of what actually happened, but Crocoduo split up.

Nevenka moved to Paris, rented a decent flat with royalty money, and quietly gave birth to a set of twins. Nevenka named her eldest son Luka, and her younger daughter Juleka, as a tribute to her late parents.

Nevenka's new quieter life was nice. She wasn't a perfect mother, but she loved her unexpected, yet not unwanted children unconditionally, and they loved her back. All was perfect until the twins were about 11-12 years old.

Someone started a rumor that Luka and Juleka weren't actually Nevenka's children, a horrific stereotype of Romani women kidnapping children. The horrible rumor snowballed until Luka and Juleka were forcefully taken from Nevenka.

Luka and Juleka went to a group home, and Nevenka was deported to Romania. She isn't even Romanian, but that's where they sent her, because of racism. It took months, but with the help of the twins' mysterious father, Nevenka returned to France and regained custody of her children.

The state-ordained kidnapping of the twins traumatized Juleka so much she developed selective mutism, and she had to repeat a school year due to absences from her PTSD.

Nevenka's midnight black hair became fully gray due to the stress of losing her children.

Luka already put too much on his shoulders, before he was taken from his mother, and it only exaggerated it afterwards. He developed a very strong Atlas complex. He insisted his mother tell him how she managed to get him back, and she accidentally lets it slip that it was because of his mysterious father. Luka begged his mother to tell him who his father was, but Anarka tells him that "The Truth is the one thing I can't tell you." Luka was devastated, but buried his feelings down unhealthily.

All of this is what culminates in the season 4 episode Truth, and everything comes full circle.

Nevenka decided her twins deserved a better future, so she painfully changed their last name from Knežević to Couffaine (something more French, to hide their origins), and her first name from Nevenka to Anarka. (An "A" name to remember her brothers, and a "Ka" ending to remember her origins and twin sister). She split her twins up to two different new schools in order to protect them further.

The newly named Anarka also purchased a barge, and with the help of her children, renovated it into their new home. The trio christened it The Liberty. Anarka promised they would always be free.

Despite her disability, being held back, and starting a new school, Juleka made friends, and her grades improved.

Luka, while renovating The Liberty discovered he enjoyed creating, and excelled at being a luthier while attending his school.

Then season 1-5 happens.

In season 6+ it is discovered by the main cast that Sabrina is the reason Luka and Juleka are taken away from their mother. She was the one that reported the false kidnapping to her father, and Officer Roger, actually ended up getting a promotion to Police Chief of Paris due to this. Roger and Sabrina had to move closer to city hall, and Sabrina now attends the same school Juleka transferred to.

I'm still working out the finer details, but I think that Sabrina's former friend Cleo, was involved, or Cleo was framed. Chloe was also involved, too, or was also framed. Not sure what the motive would be yet, for Sabrina's actions but it could be due to jealousy.

In the present day, after Luka and Juleka's trauma is brought to light, Officer Roger gets akumatized because while his daughter did horrible things, she's still innocent! Sabrina tries to return the Dog Miraculous to Ladybug, but Ladybug insists that if she truly wants to prove she's changed, she has to be proactive. Miss Hound helps Ladybug and co. defeat the villain, and Sabrina manages to redeem herself (this is a kid's show after all).

Afterwards, Sabrina tearfully apologizes to the Couffaine twins. She truly didn't mean to have them removed from their home, but just play a silly prank, but in the end, good things happened. Juleka met her true love, Rose, because of it.

Juleka steps forward. She stutters and mutters for a bit. Then with conviction, she tells Sabrina that it was not Sabrina that created a new wonderful life for the Couffaines that created it. Sabrina was just the trigger. She will forgive her if she sees change, but Sabrina hurt her family incredibly. Juleka says she wants to forgive, but it will take time, and work on Sabrina's part, and to understand if she needs space, but she will be cordial to her otherwise. Sabrina bursts into tears, happy that she has a second chance, and promises to fight for all of her friend's liberties.

Later on, a mysterious woman is akumatized because a junkyard dealer won't sell to her because of her Romani heritage. Ladybug and co. save the day, and Anarka discovers that her older twin sister Jasminka is still alive. The sisters share a heartfelt reunion, and Jasminka moves in with the Couffaines. She also starts a business: a food truck. The original junkyard dealer finally agreed to sell Jasminka something and she gets a good deal on an abandoned old beat up food truck trailer with a rusted signs that say "Fritirie Grassette". The signs are removed and the trailer is renovated.

Jasminka's business is to sell fries (or chips, if you're from the U.K.). She has various fry cuts, some potato alternatives, and of course, dozens of toppings. Customers can CHOOSE whatever kind of fries and topping combination they want. It's sort of the antithesis of Andre's ice cream cart, where he chooses what flavors and how many you get. And of course, Jasminka is properly permitted to sell her food.

Anarka is proud of her older twin sister. She was always the rambunctious rebel of the family, and now she found a purpose: to allow people the freedom to choose their destiny... or at least their next meal.

I've written a post [linked here] of how I think Jagged and Penny's story should go if I had a say in the story. A summary of it is that Penny and her sister grew up in foster care. Penny was able rise from her circumstances and be successful, but her sister did not cope as well. Her sister also has a young daughter named Rythm (remember the little girl in the black cat onesie from Kuro Neko?) Penny's sister became ill with a mysterious illness and passes away, and Penny gains custody of her niece. Jagged becomes the step dad that stepped up, and the trio become a family. Adrien, who never properly grieved his mother and still reeling from his father's "sacrifice", was able to come to terms with her passing while helping Rythm process her grief.

Of course, Gabriel's Wish transferred Nathalie's illness to Rythm's mother, and the new character Sublime lost her legs due to him wishing to transfer his Cataclysm wound to her, and Gabe's alive and waiting in the shadows for the perfect time to strike.

Ah, but you wanted a Lukadrien reply with Adrien comforting Luka, and not this... thing I just wrote over the course of 2 nights...

I think Adrien comforting Luka after the Truth of Jagged's identity is a sound premise. Will it happen in canon? I think that ship has sailed for the most part, unfortunately. Canon seems to want to paint the picture that Luka is coping very well with all of this. That's not to say it can't pop up in the future, I just don't think it's likely.

But you know what I do think is likely? That Bob Roth is going to make good on his promise to make Luka sing for him or else there will be hell to pay. After a short arc of Luka fighting back against stardom, but only succumbing because he doesn't want his sister and former bandmates to suffer Bob Roth's horrible schemes to manipulate him to signing a contract with him anymore.

You can't tell me the boy who was raised by Anarka would enjoy the pompous and restricted life of being a celebrity. And you know what? We could have a storyline of Adrien helping Luka adjusting to being famous. With all the glorious angst and bonding that can be expressed in 25 minute episodes.

And I think it would go both ways. It's basically text that Tom Dupain is going to try and get Adrien to take over the bakery. The only problem is that I don't think Adrien wants to be a baker. He certainly didn't seem keen on the idea in Weredad.

I think Adrien could intern at the bakery, and absolutely hate it. It's monotonous work, and he's a terrible baker. You can't have the best bakery in Paris with a pastry chef who can't even make macarons. It's unheard of! And of course everything has to be perfect. You can't sell something that's not perfect. Something Adrien knows very well.

Of course, Luka swoops in and saves the day, and helps Adrien learn to stand up for himself and put his foot down. To try and find what he is truly passionate about. To tell Marinette he thinks it's weird the hamster they share custody with has the same name as him: Adrien.

Adrien has to jump off the tedious hamster wheel and escapes his cage eventually...

My personal headcaonon is that Adrien becomes an astrophysicist, and also discovers the mysterious Planet Nine, which he names Hyperion, after his beloved Viperion. And in the future, he wins a Nobel Prize or two for his research.

Luka also discovers his true calling: Producing. It's a bit like his original dream of helping people create and enjoy music by being a luthier, but instead of working with materials, he's working with people. And Luka knows people. And naturally, he's a much more kind and just producer than Bob Roth ever could hope to be.

Thank you for reading my longwinded post of where I'd go with the story!