#dallis seeker

[alternate-kiza]

Alen: Don’t worry, I brought the Scrachmen’s with me.

Brook: Did you bring Dally?

Alen: ….

Brook: Did you bring Dally!?

Alen: If he was here, he would make himself known.

*Boom*

Brook: ~Stunned speech~

Alen: He’s here

[paul-ster]

pre canon two-bit, johnny, and dally trio hc things GO

UHH UHHH LETS SEE

Dallys run from the cops while Two-Bit was inside the cop car. Poor Johnny was running away as well.

Dally and Two-Bit joke around with any girls they see to the point that Johnnys had to drag them out of places.

Johnnys been banned from random places because of Dally and Two-Bit 😭

They once tried to have a contest of who could steal the most from a store… Johnny won because the other two were banned.

The second Johnny learned how to drive, he had to drive them everywhere because Dallys too dangerous and two-bit likes to change the drunk driving accident statistics on a daily.

The three of them together COULDNT stay quiet in one place. There’s always Two-Bit cracking jokes and Johnny adding to them.

They all suck at hide n seek. Except maybe Johnny but they always make him the seeker 😭

Once Dally and Two-Bit screamed when Johnny came up to them at Bucks. They both thought Johnny was in the lot 💀

Two-Bit and Dally would create whole plans to get Johnny out of school. (Johnny seems like the kid to like going to school. Mostly for Ponyboy though.)

Sorry if these are bad 😭😭‼️ My mind sucks at making things on the spot 😔😔😔

[aspho-bell]

Dallis' tragedy

Dallis is the tragic villain of DOS:2. She's the classical trope of "i'm a villain because i've been hurt and y'all gonna suffer for it".

And the tragedy is. The other way was just right there. She didn't meet the right persons, thus she was denied of it. She cannot evolve past her Eternal point of view - and we know how Eternals may think of mortals, see Fane, see the whole "let the Eternals come back" ending. She sees mortals as vermin, and she's ready to wipe them out if necessary ( the battle on Lady Vengeance where she let Vredeman kill grusomely most of the Seekers is a good example ). She hates the Eternals, she hates the God King, but she's still a product of this culture.

While Fane. Fane who is an Eternal all the same. Fane who, when we first met him, wanted to bring his people back so they may "have [their] world again", who sees you as an useless and retarded creature. This same Fane who, much later on, can't bring himself to doom this world so his own can come back. This same Fane who sees now the beauty of this world, and that it is worth living. This is because of the Godwoken. Because Fane met the Godwoken at the most convenient time, and this band of heroic losers show him, in their own way, how beautiful this world can be, even in this void-tainted state.

Who does Dallis meet, when she's free from her prison ? A poor woman whom she steals the face, and then - Lucian. A man whose motto is probably "the ends justify the means", the one responsible of a genocide for the "greater good", the one that wasn't afraid to kill tens of Godwoken to achieve his goal. So, at his contact, Dallis learnt nothing - how could she learn the value of mortal life when the very Divine saw those as disposable ? And she may think she was equal to him, but she was another tool of violence in the Divine's hands. Hence the way he talks to her :

Dallis, control yourself. Our purpose transcends your personal wounds.

Her only motivation, vengeance, is depicted by Lucian as lesser and, i can also note the AUDACITY of resuming thousands years of prison and the destruction of her own world as mere "personal wounds". And she obeyed. She obeyed him ! Anger is a violent feeling, and one can be manipulable when this anger became wrath, and Dallis seems to be consumed by it. Lucian was here to offer her vengeance, he was the promise to satiate her rage and so, she strode all Rivellon in his name to kill the ones coming through his way.

Lucian lost his lapdog when Ifan became a Lone Wolf, he'd found another in Dallis.

And this is very unfair, because in the end, Dallis was just a scared little girl, who was left to rot in a tomb, because dad thought knowledge was better than his family's safety. And he was gifted another chance - he met the godwoken, and he saw the mortal world as a place of beauty and wonder. Not Dallis : Dallis, wrongly imprisoned only saw the world through Lucian's eyes : filled with violence and death.

[happypanda101]

So I made the mistake of giving Jeff and Liu a twin AU. I say both because I headcanon Jeff and Liu as twins already so technically they get a triplet lol

Meet Dallas aka Dally! The cursed middle child even if he’s technically the baby of the group. Both mediators and chaotic thrill seeker depending on the situation. The incident with Jeff caused him to become more hostile and a jerk for a period of time, but he eventually managed to come back to his chill self. Though coming off as immature, obnoxious and rude, he really does mean well and cares. He’s just not great at showing it. Must run in the family.

I also did some AUs for other Jeff centric stories I like! Such as the Needles and Smiles series and the morgue files. Please check them out if you haven’t, they’re really good!

Also, an obvious reminder, but non of the Aus I create affect the canon storylines in any way, so please respect the original characters and their work!

[ask-elitaone]

Massiveswave and Freakywave should kiss each other's forehead, hug tight, and do their silly war crimes whenever they'll dilly dally together

"It's me Wildfire!! They can't really answer right now, they're uhh..."

The seeker stared down at Soundwave and Shockwave. She just made a stupid face.

"They fell down the stairs... Wait. STARSCREAM THERE'S INTRUDERS-- nevermind he won't answer. THUNDERCRACKER THERE'S INTRUDERS IN THE-... WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU ALL GO?!"

[outsidersheadcanons]

headcanons about how each of the boys would handle their gf who has adhd like stimming ir anything?

I got bad adhd I NEED TO BE COMFORTED😭❤️

Darry

I think at first he'd be very perplexed "why are you doing that 🤔" to stimming but once she explains it he would be okay w/ it (esp if it made her more comfortable. He might even buy her a rock or smth if she stimmed with her fingers).

Soda

Let's face it this guy stims too 💀 he did it so much with the buttons on one of his work shirts they all came out (and Darry was PISSED). He's also obsessed. with toothpicks. Soda could have ADHD I think. So having a gf w/ it too (or even better, a gf with similar challenges to him) would make him feel so not alone man :(

Ponyboy

Pony's also a sensory seeker. He spun around in circles as a kid (same bro same) and stuff like that. Bro is also forgetful as hell. so if she had problems with that he'd never make her feel bad for it (if he didn't have darry man. He'd probably go to school in pajamas).

Johnny

Johnny would notice her stimming, but he wouldn't say anything about it. He has some nervous tics and he hates when people point them out, but he'd def try his best to help her out however he can (even if it's something as small as. just listening to what's on her mind).

Dally

If he saw his gf stimming he would immediately start hating 💀 but once he starts realizing he's being a jerk he stops. Dally has no clue what ADHD is but he'll probably find out. If she got overstimulated or smth while they were at a party he'd just. sit outside with her for a while and go back only if/when she was ready to.

Two-bit

If she liked to yap. Two-bit would HAPPILY yap with her for hours. It doesn't matter who's doing most of the talking, he loves listening just as much as yapping (esp with his gfs). If she had a special interest or smth he'd gladly become an expert. He just wants to know everything abt her.

Steve

If she had problems with schoolwork, he would sit with her behind the DX and help her when it got slow. He's pretty smart when it comes to math and science (honestly. he could get all As if he actually tried at school) and he'd be so happy. to explain it all to her. He'd also just. sit with her in silence if she got too overwhelmed. Maybe if he really liked her he'd play w/ her hair and let her lean against him.

[soclonely]

OC-Tober Prompts Day 4: Foggy Morning

Link for the OC Tober Prompts

Summary: Just the 4 Wookie bouncers of 79s complaining about the foggy morning and what it would do to their freshly done hair.

Character Summary: There are 4 wookies we rotate out on security around here. Frochit (proud champion), Snokerriova (curious tall seeker), geyynik (fat jester), and Grozorral (Golden treasure). Frochit and Snokerriova are almost inseperable. When they have spare time they like to spar, work on weapons, eat, and explore the lower levels. Geyynik is a little prankster. He doesn’t do any harm but they can get out of hand sometimes. And you want to be out of the way when he angers the other wookies in the group. Grozorral is our little gem. Looks all tough, and thats you need around here 79s to scare away the troublemakers! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Scro acraahrc ahc rrooahwhrr aooo rhwo raanan scwoccro rawhwa warascak ahww ohwo rroo oohuao aoacworcwo!” Geyynik grumbles, glancing out the windows to the back alley of 79s.“Ahaoc coo wwoorrrrro ah oarawh'ao wohowowh cwowo aoacwo aorcracac oaooscakraoaaooorc!” He adds, squinting.

Frochit rolls his eyes, and nudges the younger wookie aside. He takes a look for himself, grimacing at the foggy dampness of the morning. “Foorc oowhoawo I rarrrcwowo ohahaoac acahsc.” He tells the others, thumping Geyynik on the head lightly. “I shhucao rrooao scro scoowhaoacanro rhraaoac raao aoacwo oaooscscrawhwa ooww Mahcc Draananro rawhwa scro wwhurc ahc raanan whahoawo rawhwa coowwao rawhwa ahww ohwo rroo oohuao aoacworcwo ahao ohahanan rrwoao raanan warascak rawhwa rrrcworacro!”

“Yworaac rooohu'rcwo rcahrracao.” Snokerriova yawns from the booth.“Bwoaoaoworc whooao rroo oohuao aoacworcwo.”

Golden coated Grozorral groans, placing the garbage bag at his feet.” Ac schuoaac rac I anoohowo aoacwo oaooooanworc ohworaaoacworc ohwo rarcwo rrwoaoaoahwhrr, I acraaowo aoacwo scoorcwhahwhrr scahcaoahwhwocc.” He pouts, running his hands through the hair on his chest. “Iao scraorwoc scro oaooraao anooooor aoworcrcahrhanwo!”

“Alright, alright. Stop your grumbling.” Dally pops up behind them, shaking her head. “Are you a bunch of womprats or what?” She teases, picking up one of the garbage bags and slinging it over her shoulder. “I’ll take out the trash this time, because you all just had your monthly baths. But you owe me!” She tells them sternly. “Its not the only foggy morning in Autumn so you better get used to it, boys!”

“Arcwo rooohu churcwo? Wwo oarawh rrwoao ahao, rcworaananro!” They all exclaim, offering to help her with the load.

Dally sighs tiredly.” I'sc churcwo.” She says, waving them off. “Go sit down and let me get these bags out.” She smiles to her big, hairy friends. “Maybe by the time I come back in from loading these in the compactor, a nice fresh plate of warm Wookie Cookies will be out here for us to split!”

All 4 wookies quickly scramble to their table, anticipating their delicious morning snack.

[bluewren]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me, Mel!! @melisusthewee

This is a card fic that I pick at from time to time.

She watches as Blackwall peal up one side on the each pile cards then releases for his cards to revolve over one another. A beat forms as the cards click clack over one another, Cassandra finds it similar to the sensation of running a whetstone over her sword. “What are you playing?” Blackwalls deals out cards from his hand, more focused on the rhythm of the flick of his hand than the gaze of the Seeker’s curiosity.

“Nothing at the moment.” He mumbles. “This is more a force of habit, from back in the days when I had my own troops to look after. Care to play a round?”

“I must admit that I never dallied with soldiers enough for them to offer me to be part of their games.” Cassandra raises a brow, although still choosing to take the seat opposite of the Warden.

“You’re respected by every soldier at Skyhold, and fought hard enough for everyone to fear you just as much.” One last card gets flipped up, Diamonds, then he places the deck over it. Soldier to soldier, Blackwall extends the invitation with a smile on his lips. “Perhaps it’s time for you to see how the rest of us grunts enjoy ourselves. The rules can be learned along the way.”

“I do find it humbling that you see me as one of your own.” She lets go a short giggle, her neck slants back by shock at Blackwall's comment. ”Deal me a hand.”

He slides over one hand, then places Eight Spades on the table. “The suit of the card at the bottom beats everything. A higher rank of the matching suit beats my card.”

Cassandra watches the card fall onto the table. Her hand slowly extends out with the Jack Spades, cautious as a baby taking her first steps. This past time that she seen on top of crates from several dozen of her soldiers might as well be an Orlesian ballgown to her, awkward and ill fitting for her hands.

Watches Blackwall glides a Jack Clovers onto the table like an arrow flying to its mark.

She looks down at her cards, unfortunately no Clovers. She looks up and sighs. “I am without a card to play.”

“Then you can go pick those up.” Blackwall asserts, his hand flippantly gestures to their board. “They’re your’s now.”

“What has just happened?” The Seeker gawks, flabbergasted by the nonsensical interaction slide up and down between the board and her opponent.

All that Blackwall has for her was dry laughter. Barely an itch on his beard, everybody has started somewhere but she simply had all the tells of a beginner.

“Beginner’s luck isn’t always a thing. Just keep going at it.” He tries with all his might to not widen his smile. “You can take this too.”

A second Jack is added to Cassandra’s defeat.

“Ugh. Nothing about this game makes any sense.” Cassandra blurts out.

“Just keep going at it.” He repeats while drawing three from their deck.

They continue onto the second round. The rules slowly begin to seep into Cassandra’s head, this travesty of a game slowly starts to have some sense to her. Blackwall plays one, sometimes two of the same rank, then Cassandra does the same. This time, she closes six pairs of cards using the cards gained from previous losses. Then Blackwall gathers them all up and castes them aside.

Cassandra places down her own card, then Blackwall does the same. Slowly the exchanging of turns becomes a rhythmic act to one another, the cards demanding less of her attention than the words between two friends.

“It’s feels like there are cards missing. Why have I yet to see a two or a three.” She narrows her brows at the cards in her hand. Feeling bright about her revelation, but also cheated in the same breath.

“I’m not sure how that started, possibly from workers who couldn’t afford a second deck after they lost those cards.” He places down a card to match Cassandra’s. “We’ve been here for a couple months now, how has Skyhold been treating you?”

tagging: @cleverblackcat | @ficbrish | @varric-tethras-editor | @maebird-melody | @manallakhuna | no pressure to participate though!

[polyamarhousgarden]

💐F/O List💐

Please just assume I don’t like sharing my ROMANTIC F/Os, I don’t mind sharing them if you f/o them as a PLATONIC or FAMILIAL F/O though.

LEGEND

💘 - Romantic (NON-SHAREABLE)

💗 - Crush

💖 - Platonic

💝 - Familial

💔 - Enemy

🍼 - Fankids

TOLKIEN

THE HOBBIT

💘💘Fíi Dísul💘💘

💝Feren Aurelion💝 (Adoptive Father | Canon side character turned OC)

💝Elvenking Oropher💝 (Stepfather | AU)

💝Melmerondir Ferenion💝 (Adoptive Brother | OC)

🍼Agdís Fíliul����

🍼Afli Fíliul🍼

🍼Elli Fíliul🍼

🍼Dalli Fíliul🍼

RINGS OF POWER

💗Prince Durin II + Princess Disa💗

💗High King Ereinion Gil-Galad💗

LORD OF THE RINGS

💓Boromir, son of Denethor💓

SENSE & SENSIBILITY

💓 Colonel Brandon💓

EL FILIBUSTERISMO | THE REIGN OF GREED

💘Isagani💘

💝Basilio💝 (Surrogate Younger Brother)

MO DAO ZU SHI | THE GRANDMASTER OF DEMONIC CULTIVATION

💘Nie Mingjue | Chifeng Zun💘

💝Nie Huaisang💝 (Brother-in-Law)

💔Jin Guangyao | Meng Yao | Lianfeng Zun💔

🍼Nie Yuyang | Nie Xiang🍼

🍼Nie Lishan | Nie Shi🍼

LES MISERABLES

💗Courfeyrac💗

💝Gavroche Thenardier💝 (Adopted Son)

💝Hugues Thenardier💝 (Adopted Son)

💝Bressole Thenardier💝 (Adopted Son)

💖Enjolras💖

💖Combeferre💖

💖Feuilly💖

💖Jean Prouvaire | Jehan💖

💖Bahorel💖

💖Boussuet | Lesgles | Laigle | Lesgle | L'Aigle de Meaux💖

💖Joly | Jolllly💖

💖Musichetta💖

DRAGON AGE

DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS

💘💘Alistair Theirin💘💘

💖💗Knight-Lieutenant Joseph Terrell💗💖 (OC)

💝Jowan💝

💖Lily💖

💖Zevran Arainai💖

💖Morrigan💖

🍼Jowan Surana🍼

🍼Duncan Surana🍼

🍼Morgaine Surana🍼

DRAGON AGE 2 | DRAGON AGE: EXODUS

💘💘Fenris + Anders💘💘

💝Carver Aristide Hawke y Amell💝 (Younger Brother)

💝Merrill Sabrae💝 (Sister-in-Law)

💖Sebastian Vael💖

💖Varric Tethras💖

🍼Belinda Filomena Hawke + Renata Milagros Hawke🍼

🍼Cariel Balea Hawke🍼

DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION

💘💘Commander Cullen Stanton Rutherford💘💘

💝Dakila Kato Magsumakit💝 (Father | Bearer | OC)

💝Alab Kato Bagwisan💝 (Father | Sire | OC)

💝Sinag, Anak ni Dakila💝 (Elder Brother)

💖Solas | Fen'Harel💖

💖Lady Josephine Cherrette Montilyet💖

💖Vivienne de Fer💖

💖Cole💖

🍼Awa🍼

🍼Banayat🍼

🍼Matulin🍼

🍼Malakas🍼

🍼Mahinay🍼

DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION

💘Seeker Cassandra Allegra Portia Calogera Filomena Pentaghast💘

💝Hara Luwalhati Kato Bagwisan💝 (Mother | OC)

💖Solas | Fen'Harel💖

💖Varric Tethras💖

💖Vivienne de Fer💖

💖Blackwall | Thom Rainier💖

💖Mother Giselle💖

🍼Luningning Kato Bagwisan🍼

🍼Kundiman Kato Bagwisan🍼

🍼Anthony Kato Bagwisan🍼

🍼Liwanag Kato Bagwisan🍼

MASS EFFECT

MASS EFFECT

💘💘Thane Krios💘💘

💝Doctor Dominic Shepard💝 (Father Figure | OC)

💝Captain Anderson💝 (Father Figure)

💝Kolyat Krios💝 (Stepson)

💝Justicar Samara💝 (Mother Figure)

💖Miranda Lawson💖

💖Mordin Solus💖

💖Liara T'soni💖

💖Legion��

💖Urdnot Wrex💖

💖James Vega💖

💖Kaidan Alenko💖

🍼Asayu + Thiro Krios🍼

MASS EFFECT:ANDROMEDA (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘💘Jaal Ama Darav💘💘

💝Pathfinder Alec Ryder💝 (Stepfather)

💝Nimuel Angelo Ryder💝 (Twin Brother | OC)

💝Vetra Nyx💝 (Sister-in-Law)

💖Peebee💖

💖Liam Costa💖

BALDUR'S GATE 3 (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘💘Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep💘💘

💖Tara💖

💖Wyll Ravengard💖

💖Shadowheart💖

💖Halsin💖

💖Astarion Ancunin💖

💖Shadowheart Hallowleaf💖

💖Karlach💖

🍼Wymond Dekarios🍼

🍼Firmin Dekarios🍼

🍼Jocosa Dekarios🍼

OVERWATCH

💘💘Cole Cassidy + Shimada Hanzo💘💘

💝Shimada Genji💝 (Brother-in-Law)

💖Zenyatta💖

💖Jean-Baptiste Augustin💖

💖Brigitte Lindholm💖

💖Song Hana | D.Va💖

💖Niran PruksaManee | Lifeweaver💖

💖Kamori Kimiko💖

💖Lúcio Correia dos Santos💖

💖Zhou Mei-Ling💖

💖Doctor Angela Ziegler | Mercy💖

💖Fareeha Amari | Pharah💖

💖Reinhardt Wilhelm💖

💖Satya Vaswani | Symmetra💖

💖Jack Morrison | Soldier: 76💖

💖Lena Oxton | Tracer💖

💖Winston💖

💖Illari💖

🍼Evelyn Felicity "Evie" Cassidy + Ethan Alexander "Alex" Cassidy🍼

🍼Noah Isaac Cassidy🍼

🍼John Joseph "Jay" Cassidy🍼

🍼Shimada Haruki + Shimada Hayami🍼

DIVINITY II

💘Ifan Ben-Mezd💘

💖Beast💖

💖Lohse💖

ARCANA

💘Doctor Julian Devorak | Ilya | Ilyushka💘

💝Portia Devorak | Pasha💝 (Sister-in-Law)

💝Tasya💝 (Aunt-by-Marriage)

💖Mazelinka💖

💖Nadia Satrinava💖

💖Asra💖

🍼Galena Devorak | Galya🍼

🍼Irina Devorak | Irinushka🍼

🍼Vera Devorak | Verusha🍼

MYSTIC MESSENGER

MYSTIC MESSENGER

💘Ryu Hyun | Zen💘

💖Kim Yoosung💖

💔Echo Girl💔

🍼triplets🍼

MYSTIC MESSENGER (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘Kim Jihyun | V💘

💝Kim Lucy💝 (adopted daughter)

💖Han Jumin💖

💔Rika💔

ACE ATTORNEY

💘Diego Armando | Godot💘

💖Detective Dick Gumshoe💖

💖Attorney Phoenix Wright💖

HARVEST MOON

HARVEST MOON DS CUTE (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘Griffin💘

HARVEST MOON: ANIMAL PARADE

💘Jin💘

HARVEST MOON: GRAND BAZAAR

💘Angelo💘

HARVEST MOON: A TALE OF TWO TOWNS

💘Cam💘

HARVEST MOON: SUNSHINE ISLANDS

💘Mark💘

FIRE EMBLEM

FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘Claude von Riegen | Khalid💘

FIRE EMBLEM: FATES (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘💘Xander💘💘

💝Siegbert💝 (Son)

💝Kana💝 (Son)

💖Jacob💖

CHOICES

ROYAL ROMANCE

💘King James Liam Rhys💘

💝Prince Charles Leonidas Rhys💝 (Brother-in-Law)

💖Drake Walker💖

💖Hana Lee💖

💖Bertrand Beaumont💖

💖Olivia Nevrakis💖

🍼Mayon Eleanor Lakandula-Rhys���

🍼Leon Ethan Lakandula-Rhys🍼

🍼Hannah Valentina Lakandula-Rhys🍼

💔Constantine Rhys💔

💔Maxwell Beaumont💔

💔Madeleine Amaranth💔

💔Barthelemy Beaumont💔

NIGHTBOUND

💘Nik Ryder + Cal Lowell💘

💝Lord Elric💝 (Father)

💝Lady Thalissa💝 (Stepmother)

💝Donny Lowell💝 (Brother-in-Law)

💖Garrus💖

💖Vera Reimonenq💖

💖Krom💖

💖Kristin Jones💖

💖Ivy💖

💖Luc💖

💔Tialo💔

💔Thomas💔

OPEN HEART

💘Raphael Aveiro💘

💝Juliana Aveiro💝 (Grandmother-in-law)

💖Bryce Lahela💖

💖Aurora Emery💖

💖Elijah Green💖

💖Jackie Varma💖

💖Sienna Trinh💖

💖Kyra Santana💖

💖Ines Dela Rosa💖

💖Zaid Mirani💖

💖Naveen Banerji💖

💔Declan Nash💔

💔Landry Olsen💔

ROMANCE CLUB

HEAVEN'S SECRET (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘💘Lucifer💘💘

💝Noah Walker💝 (Father)

💝Misselina💝 (Mother Figure)

💝Admiron Winchesto💝 (Father Figure)

💝Geralt💝 (Father Figure)

💖Mimi💖

💖Dino💖 (Ex, Messy Split)

💖Adi💖

💖Sammy💖

💖Andy💖 (Ex, Amicable Split)

💖Loy💖

💖Mammon💖

💖Eliza💖

💖Eragon💖

💖Donny💖

💖War💖

💔Plague💔

💔Satan💔

💔Rebecca Walker💔

💔💖Astaroth💖💔

HEART OF TRESPIA

💘Earl Reinhard Piel💘

💝Duke Osmont Ymeri💝 (Uncle | Surrogate Father)

💝Hilde💝 (Mother Figure)

💖Delias💖

💖Wyatt le Roux💖

💖Gisella💖

💖Cyril💖

💖King D'Mario💖

💖Princess Vanora💖

💔Prince Alaric💔

💔Queen Megaris💔

💔Queen Perialla💔

PATH OF THE VALKYRIE

💘Sagr💘

💖Loki💖

DISLYTE

💘Drew💘

BEING HUMAN UK

💘💘John Mitchell💘💘

💖Annie Sawyer💖

💖George Sands💖

SUPERNATURAL (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘💘Sam Winchester💘💘

💝Father Ricardo dela Cruz💝 (Surrogate Father | OC)

💝Dean Winchester💝 (Brother-in-Law)

💝Bobby Singer💝 (Father-in-law)

💝Jack Kline💝 (Surrogate Son)

💖Kevin Tran💖

💖Crowley💖

💖Gadreel💖

LEVERAGE

💘💘Elliot Spencer💘💘

💝Sophie Devereaux💝 (Surrogate Mother)

💝Nathan Ford💝 (Father Figure)

💖Alec Hardison💖

💖Parker💖

💖Jim Sterling💖

ADVENTURE TIME

💗Simon Petrikov💗

💝Marceline Abadeer💝 (Surrogate Daughter)

💔The Lich💔

DC

JUSTICE LEAGUE (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘💘Clark Kent | Superman | Kal El + J'onn J'onzz | Martian Manhunter | John Jones💘💘

💝Jonathan Kent💝 (Father-in-law)

💝Martha Kent💝 (Mother-in-law)

💝Connor Kent | Superboy | Kon El💝 (Adopted Son)

💝Jon Kent | Superboy💝 (Son)

JUSTICE LEAGUE: GODS AND MONSTERS

💘Hernan Guerra | Superman💘

💝Valentina Guerra💝 (Sister-in-Law)

💖Kirk Langstrom | Man-Bat💖

💖Bekka | Wonder Woman💖

STAR TREK

💓Bones💓

LACKADAISY (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘💘Mordecai Heller💘💘

💖Atlas May💖

💖Mitzi May💖

💖Viktor Vasco💖

💖Sedgewick Sable💖

BLEACH (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘Kyouraku Shunsui + Ukitake Jushiro💘

💝Sasakibe Chōjirō Tadaoki💝 (Surrogate Father)

KIMETSU NO YAIBA (MORE TO BE ADDED)

💘Himejima Gyoumei💘

ORIGINAL WORKS (PERSONAL)

A GOOD MAN'S MAKNG

💘Sherlock Holmes💘

💝Mycroft Holmes💝 (Brother-in-Law)

💝Sherrinford Holmes💝 (Brother-in-Law)

💝💖Detective Lestrade💖💝 (Brother-in-Law | Family Friend)

💖Doctor John H. Watson💖

ORIGINAL WORKS (OTHERS)

💘Zane Jelm💘

💖Nyla💖

[sethshead]

This is the failure of identity politics: the assumption that entire groups are political monoliths, flattening out their diversity of backgrounds, experiences, and wants. What winds up happening is that Democratic organizers listen to a small number of unrepresentative activists, and then project their agendas onto a community at large, expecting them to vote as a bloc (and calling anyone who disagrees a bigot or token). This is what happened with “Latinx”, and now it happened with immigration and abortion. As it turns out, Latinos aren’t reducible to open borders any more than are women reducible to their uteruses.

Now granted, asylum seekers are by definition not “illegal immigrants”. Once someone declares asylum, they have a right to be here pending a hearing. It is largely Republicans who so underfunded immigration courts that the backlog is years long. Democrats should have better articulated that the permits and programs were not forms of preferential treatment, but a humanitarian response to an unprecedented refugee crisis. However, there were other things Democrats should have done sooner. The vast majority of these asylum claims are not legitimate. They abuse the system. By and large the migrants are fleeing stagnant economies and normal gang violence, not political persecution. We should have made it clear that asylum claims would only be accepted at designated ports of entry, which could process only a limited number of applications per day.

Doing this would have been a more proactive response to the migrants surge, a way to ensure that we admitted no more than we could care for. Instead, we dallied too long, accused too many of racism for daring to suggest any restrictions or limitations, and then blamed Republicans for the failure to pass legislation. The latter may have been true, but it did not make the Democrats look any stronger. And in American politics, the one thing you can’t look like is weak.

[blackicek1lls]

Fit the Ninth - THE SEEKER WHO KEEPS

Made for my philosophy course in college. It was a creative writing assignment and I chose the option of putting a new character in The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll. Probably should read that to understand this.

"I am but a Seeker who seeks," the Seeker cries to her crew, abashed with ragged breath and pale faces round like the moon. "I am a Seeker who seeks, and there is nothing of it."

"If you are a Seeker, then our Snark must be a Hider," the Bellman retorts, his bell rattling like a cow, like a cat who had spent too many smiles sneaking around.

"Right you are, my dear Bellman," the Seeker speaks, and her green veil falls like the crew flying off the boat, and unlike the crying waterfall she stands before. She pulls back, pulls back like she's late to the party, when she had been there, been there when the Baker disappeared when he found the– "If it may be a Hider, then I may be the Seeker. Surely you must know what it must take to be Mr. Seek to seek Mr. Hyde."

The Billiard-maker scoffs, aiming his cues and clacking the balls like glasses of whiskey, fragrant but bitter. A bitter-maker. "Had that book been out yet by now, I would break my billiards and eat them like porridge."

"And what does time have to do with the timing of our tale?" the maker of Bonnets and Hoods declares, "What of this tale does it say we must make time for a book yet to be writ, when it has been writ when it ought to be writ?"

"I dare say," says the Butcher.

"My dear!" cries the Beaver.

"What of this hiding and seeking have to do with our dear comrade?" the Broker berates, who still counts the coins of their goods, goods that did nothing of the sort for the source of their ire.

"Enough, enough!" the Seeker yells, yells enough to drown the waterfall cries. "Enough with your dilly-dallying, your idling and flouncing! We have a Snark to seek, and I am a Seeker who dare seeks the unSeeked!"

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

"I have my doubts, my withholdings and concerns. I have my reservations and fears. I have my worries, my lectures, my turns. Yes, I'd rather be nursing a beer."

"Oh nurse your beer like the child you lack, we've nothing of the sort to reserve!" The Seeker merely glares at the Barrister rote, whose dreamy disposition was unperturbed. "We have not the time to waste with our haste, the dawn of the light is drawing closed. And place down your dreams and finicky things, if you want to find our friend still posed."

"Why are you rhyming?" the Butcher asks, the rhythm of the tone being clear. "Well, look at that, how! Look, I'm doing that now! How odd and how queer to read here."

"Look nothing to it, Butcher, look here mine friend. We are here for one and one thing to end." The Seeker grabs the Butcher by the face so violently such that he felt his head from his body nearly rend. "You are to search the isle, the map of which is to be the make that read. You are to search and search for a friend, you see, and you must take his warning to heed. In Hebrew, in Dutch, in German, in Greek, you are to search until the peak! I myself will watch as you search, as I seek the same as you. I will seek and seek until I drop dead, then I'll rise again and make do!"

"Surely you do not mean to say," the Beaver trails off, making his lace, "that we will be searching until sleeps the day!"

"Surely I do!" exclaims the Seeker, her green attire flowing wild. "I'll make you search and I seek while we all find that Snark until we fall six feet under, single file!"

"You're mad!" yells the Barrister.

"You're uncouth!" cries the Banker.

"Say what you will," the Seeker sighs, "I've all heard the same from my youth."

"Stop your yapping and your bossing and your jossing," the Bellman interrupts. "Stop your rambling and gambling and your flossing. Your noises, I've had enough!"

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

The first to go, with fear from the Butcher no doubt, was the Beaver making his lace, without a shout. And the Butcher distraught, his crying fraught, that his dear friend's search was for naught. The Seeker, she stares at the friend now alone, and her face is not of pity, though it's not like that had been shone. 

"You heard me once, when I grabbed your face clear, you are to search the isle. Now leave your friend here."

"You've lost all sense, all manner and pity. To think that you were the best Seeker of the city! We've now lost not one, but two of our friends! And now you ask me to leave them all to fend? I cannot endure this notion once more, and I will be at the base of the shore–"

The Seeker turns away and looks back at where the Butcher spoke, but the rest find nothing of the blabbering bloke. The Seeker's veil shimmers like a trick of the light, yet she still presses for, though still begs the night.

"What a waste of the world, those two friends are now gone. Now chop chop, dealio, for we will still search till Dawn."

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

"You've gone mad," the Bellman whispers, his bell with no tongue to blare. "You've gone mad, my dear Seeker. There is nothing to search for in there."

"Nonsense! All lies! I'll have nothing of the sort!" The Seeker is hysterical, alone, and rogue; the Bellman was her only court. "So what if there is only us? So what if there is no one but us? I am a Seeker who seeks the unSeeked, so this action is a must!"

"The Baker is gone, so's the Beaver and Butcher, godbless. There went the Barrister and Billiards-maker, the Banker no less. The maker of Bonnets and Hoods and the Broker have broke. By now, the one set us out to sea and the Jubjubs have gone to soak."

A rustle, a thrustle, a tussle of leaves, and the Seeker perks up whilst her friend's left bereaved.

"You hear that, dear? That rumbling sound? That is a Snark afoot, and I will not leave it bound." The Seeker runs off into the shivering brush; she runs off too fast, too far in a rush. And what she finds at the end leaves her nothing but joy, but in the middle of that clearing, no doubt not a ploy.

"Yes, a Snark!" the Seeker yells, her excitement leap and bounds. "A Snark that I have been seeking for months! A Snark that I've found!"

She grabs the face of what is supposedly a Snark, her grin shining ear to ear. And then she recoils, in shock and in horror, as the truth had been revealed. In her aged veil, her willowing hair, her eyes enshadowed growing wide, the Seeker had sought what was really not a Snark to be hunted and to be tried.

"You're a Boo–" she blurts and the words fall curt, as nothing then stands in her place. The Bellman then looks and then his head shook, as his body turns his pale face. There was nothing to gain and nothing to see, for all that they found did not bring them their glee. That Snark was a Boojum again and again, and Bellman did nothing but flee.

[travelers-of-the-multiverse]

Reyna nods, ready to fight this threat, as were all the others. Braccus Rex opens up with a large barrage of meteors, aimed right at the seekers! They wouldn't survive a direct hit like that!

"NO! I WON'T LET YOU!" Reyna roars before rushing over to the people, faster than anyone else could see. With a barrier held over her head, she blocks every single meteor from hitting the Seekers. The sight shocks the Magisters...except Dallis whose shock turns to a dreadful glee.

"CAPTURE THAT ONE! That Sorcerer must not escape, but she must remain alive!" Dallis gives the order.

Reyna is confused, but she's now the main target, as the enemies begin swarming her.

Reyna hummed. She wondered if she never found out in the future? Or if it was so horrible to her that she couldn't bear to talk about it at all? She's not sure she likes either possibility, but maybe it will be alright regardless.

"Thank you, Dave. I think I'll be able to learn whatever connection it is I'm feeling with him with you all by my side." She says gratefully. With that, she's not sure what else to say. For now, she decides to help him with cooking. Maybe if Alexander wakes up soon then she can ask him about it.

But she won't get the chance, as Dallis is on their trail, attacking them with the Lord Dread.

[tandonshows]

The newest episode of That Vampire Show is out now! 

Episode 2: “Carpe The Shit Out Of That Damn Diem,” picks up where episode one left off -- Kat has just found out she won a fan fiction contest she never entered and has to deal with the implications of that. Does she take the prize anyways? And what does that mean for her plan to become new, cool, not fangirl Kat when she heads to college? 

Meanwhile, Warren tries to remember why he wrote “Bloodlines” in the first place. He searches for answers in old “Bloodlines” episodes, and in a character who is sure to be some of your instant blorbos: Freddy Graves. 

This episode is also one of our writers’ first ever audio writing credits! Please welcome Cassidy Lu Jones into the community -- we think they did an amazing job, and we love this episode so much. 

The episode was directed by Marissa Tandon, and stars Lauren Grace Thompson (Kat), Alex Bankier (Warren), Gabrielle Adner (Allie), Megan Carter (Mina), Casterline Villar (Bex), Dallis Seeker (Luther) Torian Brackett (Callum & Freddy), Joe Kearney (Nick), Elizabeth Von Isser (Sharon), and Brendan McGrady (Ed Phillips). 

We also want to tell Kat's story the way she would tell it -- which is why we've gone a little meta. (Like, more meta than a tv show within a podcast.) You can find Kat here on tumblr (@9lives6ftunder), on Twitter, and on, you guessed it... AO3. If Kat's feeling something in the show? You can bet you can dive into her real deep thoughts on the subject on her accounts.

This show is for you if you've literally ever logged into this website, so we really hope you'll enjoy it and take a chance on our show!

Listen on: Spotify | Apple Podcasts | Stitcher | TuneIn | Our Website

[swordandstoner]

Some BTS of our recent promo shoot! We can’t wait to share the official shots with you. 

[felworthless]

ask for hcs and you shall receive. (12 hours later)

- tim tastes like honey

+ yes, i have thought about this a lot. no i wont provide context.

- darry had trouble going back to work after pony came home, as he worked with roofing houses and shit and it brought back memories of his brother and his brothers best friend being in the hospital after the church collapsed

- on multiple occasions has two-bit made ponyboy go on all fours and sit on him yelling "GO HORSEY GO!!" at the top of his lungs

- steve snorts when he laughs and it causes him and the gang to laugh even more

- soda got a fishing rod/hook stuck to his ass once and he ran and it ripped his pants. when it did, he screamed and tried looking at the hole and ran into a tree

- darry's best seeker in hide and go seek, johnnys best hider

- pony sometimes locks himself in the bathroom with cigarettes and makes the 😤 face with the smoke (has set off the fire alarm multiple times)

- dally needs glasses but refuses to wear them in order not to ruin his "reputation"

+ steve, who keeps his reading glasses in his pocket, smacked dally with them once and "would do it again" before getting his shit rocked

- all three curtis boys and johnny have had braces/retainers at some point of their lives

- ponyboy knows french and johnny knows spanish! (soda doesnt even know english at this point so dont look at him :])

- dally actually really likes frogs and has one that he named "fish" after dropping it in his water bottle on accident when he first met it

- cherry and marcia are in a secret relationship (hence why cherry said she was attracted to dally)

if you need more, i got you <3

I LIKE THESE THEYRE SO CUTE. STEVE AND DALLY WITH GLASSES

[yespolkadotkitty]

Pero Tovar x mixed race OFC, Isla Han

Thank you @heatherbel for the beta!

Welcome to my next crazy adventure, a Romancing the Stone/Kate and Leopold mash-up. Big love to the really excellent @fleetwoodmactshirts for the original idea and planting the seed for the romanting the stone twist.

There might be quite a lot of British humour in this? Just know that Manuel is a character from the cult classic Fawlty Towers.

Chapter One

Present Day

ISLA: C’mon Lau. Put me out of my misery. Just tell me he won’t be at my office this year.

LAURA: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

ISLA: Don’t pick now to start being modest. At least get someone actually Spanish this time. Last year’s effort was way more Manuel than Antonio Banderas. Just saying. 

LAURA: And yet you insist that you weren’t into that…?

ISLA: He was dedicated, I’ll give you that much. My editor wasn’t impressed when he started to strip in full view of the conference room, though.

LAURA: He was worth the money, all right. Should’ve got someone to record it for Youtube.

I snorted and tossed my phone on the sofa. My birthday was tomorrow. Which meant, just like every year since I’d started my bestselling series of novels, I’d get a visit from a guy all trussed up like my swarthy Spanish mercenary, Alejandro.

It had been five years and my friends - Laura was the ringleader - never failed to embarrass me. All the guys they hired were complete bollocks. Dressed in cheap party-shop chainmail and leathers. 

Some of them tried a Spanish accent (always terrible). 

Others stripped (even worse). 

Last year, poor Manuel had done both, exceeding my expectations, and tripped over the chainmail around his legs on his way out, yelping loudly as he fell face first into a waste paper basket.

At least everyone else had been entertained.

I closed my eyes and leaned back on the sofa. It hadn’t escaped my notice that I’d managed to write the man of my dreams into books that had sold well all over the world, and yet I couldn’t find an actual man who held my interest much longer than the time it took for them to say “what you drinking tonight, love?”

It was probably just as well. I’d rather live in my delicious fictional world of Alejandro and his warrior Princess bride as they traversed the globe, saving others in need and having sex on any surface that stayed still for longer than five minutes.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and opened my eyes. My gaze caught on the poster of the cover of my first novel, The Spaniard. I’d had the image blown up to A1 and framed after it had sold a million copies and the artist’s rendition of Alejandro had stolen my breath. He looked the perfect combination of menacing and beautiful, his full lower lip creased in the centre, like the angel who made him had pressed a thumb there to mark a job well done. His inky hair curled, tousled, over his forehead and his chestnut eyes, one marked with a long, wicked scar, blazed out from the page. Little wonder people had been compelled by him and his broad-shouldered form in the layers of chainmail and leathers.

The footsteps came closer and my brother Paul poked his head around the door. “I’m off out. Want anything from Tesco’s?”

“No, thanks.” I did in fact, want some milk, but when Paul said he was going out he could be gone for ten minutes or five hours. God knew what he did when he went on these little sojourns.

“Okay, text me if you change your mind. See you later.”

“See you.”

I listened to him clatter back down the stairs of our shared townhouse and a minute later, the front door slammed shut.

My parents would be appalled if they knew I essentially let Paul sponge off me. But I was lucky; I could afford it. And Paul had been my rock in our early years, when our Dad had several nervous breakdowns and was sectioned. I’d have been lost without him.

Besides, I didn’t like rattling around this big house by myself. There was only so much TV I could watch, and the bright lights of London held limited appeal after a few years.

LAURA: So... will you record the next guy? I mean, not that I’ve hired anyone.

LAURA: Yet.

LAURA: Please?

I laughed, decided not to reply, and instead got up off the sofa and climbed the stairs to my office to continue work on my edits.

*****

London, 1269

“I should have known bringing her here was a mistake,” William Garin groused as he and a fellow mercenary, Pero Tovar, crouched outside their somewhat ramshackle lodgings, waiting for a man to exit.

Pero snorted. “Bringing a woman into any situation is playing with fire, no? Someone always gets burned.”

William sighed, shifting position behind the large hay bales. “Not my sister. I brought her here to protect her from the kind of gobshites we have in Ireland. Not to have her catch the eye of another.”

Pero drew out a strip of dried meat from his belt pouch, offered it to William. The Irishman shook his head.

“Suit yourself, amigo.”

“He’ll be coming out any minute, and you’re eating?”

Pero scoffed. “I can eat and fight at the same time, cabrón.” He finished the dried meat, and took out another strip.

William shook his head, but he was smiling. “Do all Spaniards eat this much?”

“They do when their Irish comrades starve them, and make them sit for hours behind stinking bales of hay to protect their virgin sister, si?” 

William clapped him over the head. “I - look alive, Tovar.”

The door to the small, two-storey thatched house opened. Catriona, William’s sister, a comely redhead, peeked outside, then ducked back in.

A tall man, pale-skinned, thick dark hair with a closely trimmed beard, exited, then briefly doubled back to kiss a smiling Catriona.

“Bastard,” William gritted out.

“Patience, amigo,” Pero cautioned. “We see where he goes, and then we plan.” He shoved William’s head down behind the hay bale, letting him up when it was safe. “And now we follow.”

“Eejit.” But William followed Pero’s steady lead.

They tracked the man through the dirty London streets, narrowly avoiding a fishwife emptying a chamber pot out of a high window. Two girls half Pero’s height wheeled a cart of freshly baked pies down the narrow alley opposite, the scents mingling with the more unpleasant stink of everyday life.

The stranger turned, and Pero yanked William behind a rickety butcher’s cart, crouching and ignoring the stocky man’s “oi!”

“He’s stopped looking,” William confirmed, and they tracked him down nearer the big river that snaked through the dogpile of the city. 

Pero’s attention was briefly snagged by an enterprising young pickpocket, currently targeting a well to do merchant admiring trinkets with what was likely his mistress. The boy caught his eye, hesitated. Pero winked. Who was he to cut the boy off in his prime?

The stranger disappeared into the mouth of what looked to be an abandoned hovel, and William and Pero darted after him on feet made silent by years of training.

The hovel was dark inside, dank. A light blinked on in the gloom; like no light Pero had ever seen the like of.

“What is this witchcraft?” He muttered.

“Don’t dally, man!” William tugged Pero after him, rushing to grab their quarry.

The Irishman tripped, caught the surprised stranger by the collar - and then everything went black.

******

“Tovar! Tovar!”

Pero opened his eyes, groggy. He lay on a smooth, flat surface. Not unlike the floors of the fine throne rooms of kings he’d served during his years as a sellsword. He smoothed a hand over the unblemished ground, blinked.

“Snap out of it, man!” William grabbed him, shaking roughly. “Follow the bastard!”

A terrible banging, drums perhaps, assaulted Pero’s ears from somewhere outside their strange, smooth grey prison. A pile of rubble was stacked in one corner. Crude art littered the walls; also the same luxurious smoothness there.

“William - where are we, amigo?”

But the Irishman was preoccupied. “Do you not see he’s getting away?”

Pero climbed to his feet, his head aching. Mierda, it was so bright here.

William was already giving chase, so Pero followed his friend as best he could with his head spinning from wherever they’d followed the stranger to - the stranger woo-ing Catriona. Sweet Catriona, who he’d seen grow from a child.

William shoved a rickety door open, and all at once a pillar of light hit them. William stumbled, falling back on to Tovar, who hit the ground with a grunt.

“Ay, cabrón!”

“What in Heaven’s name-?”

They gaped through the doorway. A huge metal pole grew from the earth, a bright light at its apex, streaming down on the ground. Some feet away sat what looked to be a small fort on wheels. But wheels unlike any Pero had ever seen before. The unholy, piercingly bright light shone into the wheeled fort, illuminating a chair inside. 

Used for torture, perhaps.

“Where are we, amigo?” he whispered again, to William.

“We’ll make enquiries later. For now, the bastard’s getting away. Come on!”

“Of course, amigo, where you go, I follow,” Pero muttered. 

But what other choice did he have?

They ran out of the door, towards the wheeled fort of torture, and into the unknown.

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