#ellie’s there in spirit btw

[ssahotchnerr]

happy father’s day to the one and only aaron hotchner <3

[coffin-hopping]

rlly not tryna be a hater or anything but I honestly do hate when all people can say about their favorite character is that they’re hot

I feel like this is kind of in the same vain as the “mommy step on me” and “girlboss yes queen” thing people do with female characters

I’m not saying stop thirsting over your fav I’m just asking if we could get a little more whimsy in the chat, I honestly just wanna see y’all interact with media in different ways yk?

yeah they’re attractive that’s awesome , what do you think they do for fun? at what point do you think it all went wrong for them? what’s their favorite song? were they doomed from the start? what part of the day do they like most? who failed failed them the hardest? who did they fail the hardest? tell me a reason you hate them just a little bit, now tell me why you love them.

this isn’t me having a problem with someone wanting to fuck a character they like, but more about that being the ONLY thing they have to say about that character, effectively boiling them down to how attractive they are. idk that jst irks me but whatever I’m not everybody

[elliespassagerprincess]

heyy could you write something based on Dark Red by Steve Lacy?

i love all your works btw

Dark red - (ellie williams x reader)

hi poookie!! thank you sm!! i hope you don't mind me writing this as a gore story, I've been writing a lot of fluff recently and i missed my violent stories, but if you want me to write a different version just let me know!!! i hope you enjoy <33

This story is based off the song Dark Red by Steve Lacy, if you can please listen to the song while you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

HUGE warning: murder, kidnapping, being held hostage, dead bodies, violence

Summary: in which she wanted you to herself

masterlist

"Something bad is 'bout to happen to me

I don't know what, but I feel it coming

Might be so sad, might leave my nose running

I just hope she don't wanna leave me"

Something bad was going to happen. Ellie could feel it in her bones. She doesn't know why she feels this way, but ever since she woke up this morning, she's been filled with dread. A heaviness in her gut she can't shake off.

Ellie sat at her desk, anxiously waiting for the bell to ring. She hasn't been home for the last 3 days because of school spirit week.

Ellie was so pissed off when she heard they were having a camping day, a sleepover and a all nighter back to back. Everyone was complaining that they were exhausted due to all the activities happening at school, but Ellie wasn't thinking about sleep.

She was thinking about you.

She was always thinking about you.

Ellie could see everyone was staring at the clock, they were practically counting down the seconds before the bell rang. They wanted to go home.

Ellie wanted to go home too, she needed to get home to you.

5, 4, 3, 2-

Before the bell rang the intercom went off. The students groaned thinking that they had to stay at school for another day.

"Can Ellie Williams please come to the principals office. Ellie Williams. I repeat, can Ellie Williams please come to the principals office"

fuck.

The bell rang soon after and everyone ran to the door, Ellie watched as they ran like animals.

"Fucking idiots" she thought to herself

She waited till most of the kids were gone, before she got up grabbing her bag and slowly making her way to the office.

She knocked on the door, and she heard a small "come in".

She let out a sigh as she reluctantly pushed open the door and she was greeted by a the principal and a detective.

What the fuck?

"Close the door and sit down" the principal instructed.

As she sat down her heartrate increased. Her ears were ringing, her palms were sweaty.

The detective cleared his throat before he spoke "as you know y/n has been missing for 3 months now"

She nods

"after further investigation, it seems you were the last one seen with her"

"Was i really or are you looking for someone to blame?" Ellie asked with a raised brow.

She knew where you were, but she couldn't tell him that.

"Ms Williams you're under suspension of kidnapping"

Ellies fists clench by her sides "why am i? Just because i was last seen with her?"

"You guys were best friends, many people said you were close, some say you where obsessed"

Oh she was mad. Ellie was really mad. She wasn't obsessed, she just cared about you.

"i wasn't" she said through gritted teeth.

"We think you know where she is"

Ellie got up, her fist hitting the table "so you're accusing an underage child of kidnapping? do i look like I'm capable of doing that?"

"Ms Williams-"

"no"

Ellie turned to the door and she stormed out. She walked out of the building rushing home to see you.

She hoped you didn't leave her.

"Don't you give me up, please don't give up

On me, I belong with you and only you, baby

Only you, my girl, only you, babe

Only you, darling, only you, babe

Only you, my girl, only you, babe

Only you, darling, only you"

They weren't wrong about what ellie had done to you.

But she had to do it! How else was she supposed to keep you to herself?

Ellie always has feelings for you. Ever since you shyly asked her for a pencil in year 8, she's been all over you. As the years went by her fondness towards you grew, you made her blush, you made her giggle, you made her so fucking happy.

Overtime the two of you built a good friendship but Ellie always wanted more.

It was a Thursday, the sun was shining and the two of had a science project to finish.

The homecoming dance was getting closer and she wanted to ask you. Ellie thought this was the perfect moment to ask you.

"So....with who are you going to homecoming?" Ellie asked clearing her throat

"oh Dina asked me"

"what did you say?"

"I said yes, i think Dina is cute"

No no no no no no no

Not her. You belong to her. You were hers. Not Dina. You were supposed to go with her.

No no no no no

"Ellie?" You asked with concern seeing her zoned out expression.

Ellie looked at you briefly before her hands wrapped around your neck. You let out a silent scream trying to scratch her. You tried fighting but you couldn't. Ellie was stronger than you, she was bigger too.

Eventually you went limp in her hands.

Heavy breaths left Ellie's mouth.

You were still breathing. Good.

She dragged you to her house, hiding behind bushes once in a while to make sure no one saw her. She dragged you into her house, and into her basement.

Ellie placed your body onto the cold floor and she watched you breathing faintly.

Now you cant go with Dina.

"Something bad is 'bout to happen to me

Why I feel this way, I don't know maybe

I think of her so much, it drives me crazy

What if she's fine?

It's my mind that's wrong

And I just let bad thoughts

Linger for far too long"

You're fine. You're fine. You're fine.

She's just having bad thoughts. Ellie has always had a tendency to overthink things.

She knew it was bad to overthink but she was always prepared for the worst.

When Ellie first kidnapped you, 3 months ago everything was fine.

You never screamed, you never fought back, you always tried negotiating or escaping which was good because she didn't need to tie you up or gag you.

You made things easy for her. Ellie fed you, she kept you company, she tried to be Dina.

She really tried to keep you happy.

You didn't need Dina, you needed her.

But for the last month you've been very sick. You barley spoke, you barley ate, you barley moved.

There was something wrong with you, she just didn't know what it was.

Since she hasn't been home for 3 days, Ellie didn't know if you would still be alive. There was no one to feed you. No one to talk to you. You were all alone.

You're fine. You're fine. You're fine.

She's just overthinking it.

Her house key rattled as she pushed open the door. She quickly made her way to the basement, unlocking the door. She walked down the stairs quietly calling your name.

You didn't say anything. She didn't see any movement. she slowly made her way to the bed she had made for you and there you were.

Your skin was pale, cold and it was turning blue. You weren't breathing.

Ellie let out a sigh as she gently grabbed your body, hugging you, not caring of the smell.

Atleast Dina cant get to you.

You were hers. You were safe. You were ok. You now only belong to her.

<3

[widderwise]

DP x SW

Danny Phantom x Star Wars fic Idea:

Btw, I have never posted on Tumblr before so I have no idea if I am doing this right. I am bad at communicating on the internet apparently. My son's friends think I am nerdy/geeky enough to be the cool mom though so I'll take it.

So, in Danny Phantom he Infinite realms holds all afterlives. However, only so many people form into ghosts after death. Highly traumatic emotional deaths and people exposed to ectoplasm if I understand correctly.

I was thinking about SW Mandalorians and how they think of death and souls. Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la - "Not gone, merely marching far away"—;

When a foundling is adopted it's 'name and soul' and I've seen it referenced as giving that child a soul, sometimes even after they died.

"Comprised of a simple statement of intent, a prospective Mandalorian parent needed only to recite the phrase ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad—"I know your name as my child"—followed by the name of the individual to be adopted." Wookieepedia

The Mandalorians have the Manda:

"The manda was a spiritual[2] and philosophical concept in the Mandalorian religion. Among the living, manda referred to a state of being, wherein a Mandalorian had achieved a philosophical unity of mind, body, and spirit. Additionally, the manda could refer to the collective soul of the Mandalorian people, with Mandalorians passing into the manda upon their death." (Wookieepedia)

I have a headcannon that the Manda would be an ancient spirit like Vortex, Undergrowth, and Nocturne. With the Mandalorians united under the Manda, they are far more likely to form as ghosts and 'go 'marching' in the Infinite realms than a random Joe. This would lead to a large Mandalorian civilization in the realms, most likely made larger by the Mandalorian tendency to adopt. The realms would have plenty of newly formed ghosts from all overt the multiverse, probably a lot without a particular afterlife they're shooting for.

For a fic idea I see a Mandalorian, say Jaster, coming across Danny (maybe he had to flee his dimension due to the GIW) and adopting him on the spot (or at least trying to). He can mentor Danny as a leader (if this is a ghost prince/king thing). Or for more zaniness Dani/Elli. Or both.

THis being a SW cross you can have Dani taking notice of the clones. Jaster probably keeps an eye on Jango if he can. Danny and Dani being halfas could go into the SW verse to help the clones. Maybe leaving Jaster to collect the decommissioned clones by adopting them on his behalf? Not sure of the logistics there. I like the image of him saving the decommed clones and keeping them safe in the realms.

Jango might not count the clones as his kids, but my understanding of Mandalorian culture is that you can't disown your kids (but they can disown you), so they might be born into the Manda anyway. The Manda (as a spirit in this AU) would be very upset I think and maybe ask Danny as King to intervene? Just spitballing now. Maybe send Jaster to haunt Jango until he fixes his ish (as much as possible). Maybe other former Manda'lore as well.

Fun additions:

Jaster/Ghost Writer besties or maybe more?

Lunch Lady feeding the clones

Technus vs droid armies :)

[canonically47]

review?

DCAS episode 17 - review

spoilers!! (but you knew that.)

i could’ve been writing poolverine fic to spend my time in a more rewarding way than watching this show but oh well we’re here now (read my new poolverine fic here btw they make me sick)

of course it had to be grett. with basically zero build-up, they have yet again eliminated a strong, powerful female character to let a boring romantic relationship with so much miscommunication get screentime instead. they fucked ellie over for the sake of tomjake and now they did it to grett for the sake of conriya.

it makes me actually sick how much ONC does not care for their characters. they’re such fucking sell-outs. i get creating characters just to make them fuck or die but for god’s sake you’re writing a show with thousands of fans. at least pretend to give them something. throw us a bone ffs

if it’s not evident by now, i think this episode was horrendously average. i would tear it down for being out of character, but what pisses me off is that it’s not. connor reverting back to his old self is not ooc, that’s for sure.

i’ll give them this, it was refreshing to not see the children jake and ally fight every ten seconds. good to see them working together, i guess.

riya winning by riding spirit was stupid. the rules were laid out in a way that i thought she would have to cross the line with bojack. and then it’s just like. nah it’s any horse actually. who cares. go wild.

riya winning in general was stupid. they forced a forgive-and-betray arc on her in the last second because they didn’t want to let her go and fuck that drives me crazy.

as the last gen 1 standing, i think it’s safe to assume jake will be in the finale. alongside him will probably be connor, because they wouldn’t pull that entire ambulance thing if he wouldn’t make it to the end, and riya, because connor has to defeat the big bad. or something. idrk what he has to do actually because one minute he’s over riya and the next his tongue is down her throat. i’m sick /neg

i miss when this show was actually good and actually cared for its characters. come back to me S1 ellie. come back to me S2 ally. come back to me S2 connor with no screentime to be fucked over by. come back to me actually good DSVC episode. come back

i’m only giving it this high of a rating because it’s in-character for all the stupid shit to happen, and as much as i hate to admit it, that shot with riya seeing herself surrounded by cameras and forcing herself to pretend was great. too bad she wasn’t in a better show with better writing and better lines and better voice acting to actually make that scene work. 5/10

[forgottenroderick]

OOC | The Empress

felt like making crests, and so im back on this train heehee! ok so im thinking that maybe the white/silver in guin's crest is perhaps a nod to her mom's colors, so im thinking that's probs one of the main colors we're working w here and, w that in mind onto the charge!

as a reminder, doves symbolize loving constancy and peace, good tidings; represents the soul, the spirit of god; peace, purity, chastity; and argent indicates peace and sincerity

from [ this list ], the charges (in no partiucular order save the one i came upon them hahah) that felt most ~guin's mom~ lsdkjafsldkjf to me felt:

lion (probs white) -- dauntless courage; bravery, strength, ferocity, valour

winged lion (also probs white) -- prosperity, power, bravery, wisdom, royalty

golden fleece -- power, authority, kingship

pegasus (white) -- fame, eloquence, poetic study, contemplation; poetic genius and inspiration; swiftness

unicorn (white) -- extreme courage; virtue and strength; purity

sphinx -- omniscience, secrecy, mystery, guardianship, divinity, providence, intellect

pomegranate -- fertility and abundance

annulet/ring -- fidelity, mark of fifth son

fusil/diamond (probs white) -- travel, labor; industry; (of yarn) negotiation

lamp, ancient -- light, hope, purity, devotion, divinity, wisdom, intellect, good works

wing(s)/vol -- protection; swiftness; peace, flight, freedom, enlightenment

(i noted the cases in which the sigil is probs white vs the bg being white...idk if that really matters but here we are kladjsfkljsdf)

what do you guys think? (also, thinking abt this and idk if guin has any maternal family still kicking but even if they're distantly related they probs got a bigggg powerup at court the instant that woman died ironically enough lakjdsflkjsdjkf great husbanding, there, roderick! as always...)

POTENTIAL NAMES

also thinking of naming guin's mom elaine (the og ophelia!) given the arthurian connections and also the woman dying for love of a husband too concerned w another woman (who btw ~was guinevere whom elaine greatly resembled!) to notice vibes...what do you guys think of that? this name is v ancient and has lotsaaaa meanings but that thing i did about aria and eilionora's names include most of 'em! since this is, ofc, using different base languages, a basis for eilia's name and that of her mother as well which is why ive hesitated so long to just call her this hahaha

some versions:

elaine

elena

elina

eline

eliina

ella

elli

elna

helen

helena

hella

helle

leena

lene

ilona

these are all (except for elaine which is the welsh/french arthurian vers of the name) are of scandinavian derivation, like the visigothic language

another potential is dido, a legendary carthaginian queen who cast herself upon a funeral pyre when (in some versions) her lover abandoned her to go conquering. another hella old name manyyyy meanings by now but "beloved" and "wanderer" and "god + fire + woman" and "gold/golden" are amongst the most common/recurring

dido

dino

dion

dior

diot

dye

elisa

elishat

elissa

elsa

gusta

lilli

lise

tenney

side note that tenney might also serve as her ~house name instead so that's smth too idk

there's also

ophelia

who ~also famously drowned herself after her lover betrayed her. it means "help/advantage"

or, finally,

glauke/glauce

the second wife of jason who was poisoned by medea, his first wife, and means "gleaming/bright"

also obv down for any suggestions!! these were just some ideas based on the empress's own fate hahahaah

[autistic-ben-tennyson]

PoE: Actual Thoughts

This is going to be my last post regarding the discourse that I was responsible for starting. A lot of people probably think I hate the movie and am Lily Orchard 2.0 because of what those like spot-the-antisemitism claim. I’ll be leaving my actual opinions on it as well as the fandom and why I don’t love it as much as I used to. Contrary to what Zionists like Emperorsfoot claim, I can think for myself and have my own beliefs.

TPoE used to be one of my favorite movies. I wrote an essay back in 9th grade encouraging people to watch it because it had great music, great animation and an emotional story one could appreciate regardless of their religious beliefs. I still think it’s a good piece of filmmaking and has its place in theological and historical discussions. James Baxter worked on some of the animation sequences and would later create iconic moments from shows like Adventure Time and Steven Universe.

So what’s the problem? Well, the reason my opinion towards has soured is multifaceted. Being an anime fan has played a role in me seeing it as just another movie as opposed to the greatest animated film ever due to watching movies such as Spirited Away, Suzume or The End of Evangelion. Its fandom is another thing I dislike. Some say you can’t let fandom ruin something for you but if a majority of the people in a fandom are jerks, then it’s valid to not want to engage.

While it was wrong for me to call it “Zionist propaganda”, I have gotten anon hate from its stans including suicide bait. So many of the people in the notes of the post as well as the OP were either transphobic radtrads like griseldafury21, “vote blue no matter what” liberals like Short-wooloo or all the fandom Zionists like Prismatic-bell. YouTube comments are full of “anti woke” creationists using it to trash modern Hollywood, which is terrible but not for the reasons they claim. Liberal Zionists do use it to support their view of themselves as perpetual victims who can do no wrong. Killing people is okay as long as they’re oppressive in their eyes, whether Egyptian or Palestinian.

So maybe I do dislike it but not because I think it’s a bad movie or propaganda, but because it’s fandom has soured me towards it. One could certainly use its liberation message as a commentary on the oppression of Palestinians but that probably won’t get any support from the movie’s top fans. The behavior of the hardcore fans is what has turned me off to it, especially their concern trolling over gofundme scams. Same reason why I’ve been less enthusiastic towards Steven Universe. Still has a place in my heart and was a big factor in my anime obsession but the amount of fans who are racist milquetoast liberals has pushed me away from the fandom. I don’t single out Jews for being Zionists either. I would be disappointed if Rebecca Sugar supported Israel but I’d feel the same about Makoto Shinkai, Hideaki Anno or Dwayne McDuffie, if he was still alive, and others I admire. I judge people based on their actions and principles, not their religion or ethnicity.

So that’s what I actually think of the movie and it’s fans. Some of the songs like “When you believe” are pretty emotional and as someone with a complicated relationship with my brother, the conflict between Moses and Ramses does get a tear out of me, even if that’s not what happened in the Bible. I still have fondness for it, but many of its hardcore fans have ruined it and people’s lack of willingness to criticize any aspect is disappointing. Criticizing it or SU does not make someone Lily Orchard or Lindsay Ellis as people can develop their own opinions without influence. The Prince of Egypt is a great work of art in my opinion but it’s not above criticism and the way people use it as well as other “wholesome” media as a shield should be talked about more.

[dykeomania]

okay you know what like maybe this is unpopular idk what the streets are saying i dont listen to the streets: I Love Cat. I Don't Care.

me rambling about cat nolastname for like, a time, because i can. honestly not rebloggable; this is not literature. I Personally? just love cat. i don't need to know anything more about her character! im putting this into the void! i love cat! no further questions! (btw if you're a minor leave me alone)

you wanna know who cat is to me -- Cat? To Me? is That girl, but she is That girl in a way that is so particular that you have to have experienced it in order to fully know what i'm talking about. Right? like cat is Fun. cat is so like.. art school.. grew up wanting to be an illustrator.. has a sketchbook.. was a bullet journal girl... dropped out probably to start tattooing full time... runs a Sick fucking instagram page like her art is insane. and like ok since we're here, like, a modern life au where she is still going to college and like ellie for whatever fucking reason decides to go to like fordham like she does and says that she wants to get her eyebrow pierced, cat is either a) the friend who drags her to inner city manhattan to the sketchiest looking place imaginable and gets her eyebrow pierced for her for like 15 bucks and it heals flawlessly or b) is the friend who Pierces it For Her because in her public high school she was the girl who was known for doing piercings in between periods and during lunch [policy reads as follows: friends and bad bitches get pierced for free -- everyone else, 20 bucks]. she's very like.. "wait you have a vision? let's make a pinterest board together" / "let me send you songs by this band" / "pre is on me, let's just go out tonight" and she's like Soooo messy like yeah she definitely just made out with someone's girlfriend and im gonna be so honest, she doesn't give a fuck, but cat is Here for her friends. everyone is sitting at the table in like her apt grinding out hw, and cat is providing spam masubi bowls and fried eggs because she's procrastinating on a charcoal portrait. like you hate her... but at the end of the day.. people love her. she's fucking Out of her Mind. but she's talented and free-spirited and knows where she fits but knows what she wants, and isnt afraid to go get it !!!! (SHE CLIMBED INTO ELLIE'S LAP LIKE YEAH), like she's just Her. i love cat. ugh!

[barbiegirldream]

SK anon here

So I found this pretty good article about romas history when czechoslovakia was still a thing (sadly its obviously in slovak, but if you want a link anyway I can give it to you) and I was wondering when did your ancestors leave the country cause they dodged a bullet. In 1959 the government made a decision to stop nomad romas from traveling all over the place by making them ask for permission to leave and made them stay in the part of the country where they were accounted for (that was for counting how many nomad romas live in Czech and how many in Slovakia). So if they counted them in Slovakia but they worked in Czech they had to be sent back to Slovakia.

Btw in my country you are going to be called a gypsy first and roma second so be aware of that, its been like that for a veeery long time.

My family left in 1923. My great-great grandmother did not like the sound of things when Czechoslovakia as a country formed or Europe as a whole and got the helll outttt with her husband. She was so funny about it too like they changed their last names no more Z’s and they did their very best to not appear as Roma. Still have one of their Ellis Island things. But alas after she gave birth to my great-grandfather she was forcefully sterilized here in America anyways.

Also I know about gypsy I was only ever told of our family being gypsies that it wasn’t even so big a deal that we moved cause of our spirits and the like. I just don’t say gypsy cause it offends other non Roma people around me 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[ndostairlyrium]

9, 12, and 20 from the Rook questionaire?? :D

HI 💛 omg how are you???

Rook Questionnaire

9: Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction?

Already replied here

Just adding that when Myrna scolds him he jokingly calls her "mom" afterwards u-u

12: What is their orientation?

Ellie is young (mid-twenties) so he's still figuring out his boundaries and preferences.

So far, he really doesn't feel like venturing into labels because picking one would be like, including and excluding at the same time, I don't know if I worded it properly. Like, every relationship he's been through was different in a way that he couldn't find a common denominator, it's been more like the building up of a spark of interest between two / multiple parts.

20: Would they side with Solas or fight him?

He would like to beat him with a stick :'

Seriously tho, per background, but also per sheer liking, Ellie cares about his spirits. If Solas' idea of bringing down the Veil could be 100% sustainable and a coexistence between what's here and what's beyond there had the potentiality to succed (as many instances in the game suggest btw) he would help him draft a plan alongside the brightest minds within his faction.

The only part missing is trust.

Siding with Solas after all he's done would require a big effort on Ellie's part, even if he promised Varric and the Inquisitor to at least try to convince him.

[redvdress]

ELLIE THAT WAS JUST SO GOOD OMG YOUR WRITING IS EVERYTHINGGGG NEVER ACTUALLY LIKED AN ANGST BEFORE

so, so!! any thoughts on bakugo x a reader that's so gentle it's sickening? how he feels bothered over how sweet you are, but still blushes when you compliment him? how his gaze softens up when you step into the room with that peaceful energy of yours? how he breaks the nose of some stupid guy for making you cry ?! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

again, thanks for writing down my requests (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) i'm glad you like 'em! and don't worry, i'll send you every thought i have!

- blue 🫐

SOFT SPARKS

A/N: blueee i couldn’t wait for one of your requests, i guess bakugo is y’all favorite and i’m so glad of that. i’m so glad you liked my work btw, that’s all that matters to me!!! and this bakugo x kind reader was such a good idea, it’s so fun picturing them because they’re so different soo i tried my best picturing him, i hope y’all like it!! please send as many requests you want, love your prompts and ideas!!

Bakugo was marching down the hall, his scowl more prominent than ever. Class had been intense today, and everything from his quirk training to his usual sparring had him in a bad mood. His hands twitched with restrained explosions, and the glare in his eyes warned anyone nearby to steer clear. But then again, most people already knew better than to mess with him when he was like this.

Except for you.

You, with your unfailing kindness and gentle spirit. Everyone knew you as the soft-spoken, supportive student.

No matter how tough things got, you always found something positive to say to everyone, no matter how small the moment.

Even Bakugo, the walking embodiment of fury and chaos, couldn’t escape your warm compliments and bright smiles.

“Hey, Bakugo!” you called out from behind him.

He flinched. Great, just what he needed. Someone trying to talk to him.

He turned his head slightly, just enough to shoot you a death glare over his shoulder.

“What do you want?” he snapped, not even bothering to stop.

You hurried to catch up with him, walking by his side as if the seething aura of rage wasn’t even there.

“You did amazing today in the combat drills! Your explosions were so precise”

Bakugo stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to face you fully now.

His red eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, brows furrowing in disbelief. Was he hearing this right?

“What did you just say?” he growled, leaning in slightly. “Are you messing with me?”

You blinked up at him innocently, completely unphased by his aggressive stance. “No, of course not! I mean it. Your control has gotten so much better, it’s impressive. You’ve been working really hard, and it’s showing.”

His eye twitched. Compliments? Him? From someone who wasn’t either trying to suck up or being sarcastic? What kind of game were you playing?

“Shut up!” he barked, stepping back as if your kindness was something dangerous.

“I don’t need you pitying me! You think just ‘cause you’re all sweet and nice that I give a damn about what you say?”

Your smile never faltered.

You understood Bakugo better than most people did. Beneath that fiery temper, you knew he was deeply driven, always striving to be the best, and that came with a lot of pressure. It wasn’t that he didn’t care—he cared too much.

“I’m not pitying you, Bakugo. I’m just telling the truth,” you said, your tone as calm as ever. “You’re an amazing hero in the making, and it’s obvious that you’re pushing yourself to get stronger every day. That’s something to be proud of.”

His hands clenched into fists, little sparks of explosion energy crackling between his fingers.

“Tch, whatever,” he muttered, turning on his heel and stomping off again. “I don’t need your compliments, so back off!”

You watched him storm away, his frustration nearly palpable in the air.

But instead of feeling discouraged, you simply chuckled to yourself and continued on your way.

Bakugo didn’t get it.

He didn’t get you.

You weren’t like the others who flinched when he so much as looked in their direction. You never avoided him like he was some damn ticking bomb, like everyone else did. And it pissed him off.

But at the same time… it didn’t.

He was sitting in the common room, arms crossed, glaring at the wall like it personally offended him. The day had been long, the usual grind of training with those idiots in class wearing him thin.

He was tired, but no way in hell was he going to let anyone see that. His mind was already racing, planning out his next moves for tomorrow. He was always thinking, always pushing.

Then the door opened, and without even looking, he knew it was you.

He could feel it—the whole room shifted, like the air was lighter all of a sudden.

Everyone relaxed, even that nervous wreck Deku, who’d been pacing the room. He stopped immediately when you stepped in, like you were some damn calming breeze that just blew in and made everything peaceful.

It was annoying.

Annoying how everyone seemed to instantly chill out around you.

But the thing that really got under his skin? He could feel his own shoulders loosening up too.

What the hell?

He stole a glance at you, and his scowl wavered—just for a second.

Just enough for someone with half a brain to notice.

You weren’t even doing anything special, just your usual thing: smiling, saying hello to everyone like you weren’t stepping into a room full of future pro-heroes who were either anxious wrecks or ticking time bombs. But the way you moved, so calm, so sure of yourself—it was like nothing fazed you.

He hated it. But also… didn’t.

His gaze softened, just for a second, as you crossed the room.

There was something about the way you carried yourself—like you weren’t trying too hard to be kind. It was just you, like breathing. And for some reason, that made everything around you feel less suffocating.

“Tch” Bakugo grunted, trying to shove the stupid feeling down as you approached him. His fists clenched on instinct.

“Hey, Bakugo” you said, your voice soft, not that fake crap others tried with him, but the real deal. Genuine. “You good?”

Why did you always do that? Ask if he was okay like you actually gave a damn?

Most people would rather run for their lives than check in on him.

Yet here you were, every damn time, showing up with that peaceful energy that somehow… didn’t piss him off as much as it should.

“‘Course I’m good!” he snapped, louder than necessary. “Why the hell wouldn’t I be?!”

You didn’t even flinch. Of course, you didn’t. Instead, you just gave him that small smile, the one that made his chest tighten in ways he refused to acknowledge.

“Just checking. You looked a little tense.”

Tch, as if. He was always tense.

He had to be. You didn’t get to be number one by taking it easy, by being all soft and peaceful like you.

But damn, the way your presence changed the whole room—it almost made him feel like he could, just for a second.

He glared at you, eyes narrowing, but it wasn’t the same sharpness he usually threw at everyone else. He couldn’t help it—his gaze softened again. Just for a second.

Not that anyone would notice.

Except maybe you.

You lingered for a moment longer, before heading off to talk to someone else, probably Kirishima or Uraraka, making the rounds with that annoyingly kind vibe of yours. And as you left, Bakugo found himself staring at the space you had just been, the room now feeling… colder, heavier again.

He clicked his tongue in irritation. Stupid. Stupid how your presence could get to him like that. He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it.

Next day you found yourself and your class training with 1-B, they weren’t that bad, except for Monoma, because Neito Monoma never knew when to shut up.

That was pretty much a universal truth around U.A., especially for Class 1-A.

Every time there was even a hint of interaction between the two classes, Monoma would seize the opportunity to talk down to them, puffing out his chest like he had something to prove. And today? Today was no different.

You had just finished training, the sweat on your forehead barely dry when Monoma strutted over, that infuriating grin plastered on his face. His classmates hung back, probably already knowing he was about to run his mouth again. But this time, you weren’t the only one in his sights.

“Oh, look who it is. Class 1-A’s golden children” Monoma began, his voice dripping with mockery. “Still thinking you’re better than everyone else, huh?”

You sighed internally at what he said to Midoriya, already bracing yourself for whatever nonsense he had lined up. It was exhausting how he always seemed to have something negative to say.

Still, you kept calm, like you always did. After all, it wasn’t in your nature to rise to the bait. But then Monoma’s eyes flicked over to you, and his smirk widened.

“And you—honestly, it’s a wonder you haven’t been chewed up and spat out yet. I mean, someone with a personality as soft and kind as yours? You must really be banking on those amazing friends of yours to keep you from getting crushed.”

You blinked, your heart sinking a little at the jab, but before you could even think of a response, Bakugo’s growl cut through the air like a thunderclap.

“You wanna say that again, you bastard??!!”

Bakugo stormed forward, his hands already sparking with small, threatening explosions. His eyes were practically glowing with fury, and Monoma had the nerve to laugh.

“Oh, Bakugo!” Monoma taunted, not backing down one inch.

“The big bad explosion boy. Tell me, how does it feel to know you’ll always be in second place? Maybe third? Or fourth, depending on how Midoriya, Todoroki, or even Shinsou do in the rankings?”

Bakugo’s eye twitched, his entire body stiff with barely-contained rage. But Monoma wasn’t done.

He had to push further, like he was begging for a one-way ticket to the hospital.

“And the way you fawn over them,” Monoma’s grin grew even wider as he pointed toward you. “It’s cute, actually. Never thought I’d see the day when Bakugo—Mr. ‘I don’t need anyone’—would turn into a guard dog. Or is it a lap dog? Which do you prefer?”

BOOM!

An explosion went off so close to Monoma that it sent him skidding back, dust kicking up around him. Bakugo stepped in front of you, fists clenched so tightly that his palms were practically trembling with sparks.

“The hell did you just say? Say one more thing-one more—and I’ll blow your smug face off your skull!” Bakugo barked, his voice low and dangerous, like he was barely keeping himself from launching Monoma into orbit.

Monoma blinked through the dust, his smug grin faltering for a split second before he chuckled again. “Oh, come on, Bakugo. Really? We’re resorting to violence now because I made a joke? You sure you’re not getting soft?”

Bakugo was inches from him, his face twisted into a furious snarl, teeth bared like he was ready to tear Monoma apart right there and then.

"You got some kinda death wish, huh?!"

But Monoma didn’t back off. “But let’s be honest, Bakugo. All that yelling, all those explosions, and yet, when it comes down to it? You’ll never be number one, no matter how much you huff and puff. That spot’s reserved for people with brains, not just brawn. Maybe try calming down and learning a little humility from your precious little friend here. It might help!”

Bakugo didn’t even think. The next explosion was so fast, so precise, it was like a cannon shot, aimed perfectly to miss Monoma but close enough to make him feel the heat. The ground at Monoma’s feet cracked, dust flying into the air. Bakugo advanced, rage rolling off him in waves, his eyes burning.

“I don’t give a damn about your stupid rankings, and I sure as hell don’t need some washed-up copycat telling me where I stand”

Monoma, now clearly shaken but too proud to back down, tried to recover his smirk. “Oh, did I hit a nerve? Funny how—”

“Shut the hell up!” Bakugo shouted, his voice nearly cracking with intensity. “You don’t get to talk about me, and you sure as hell don’t get to talk about them. You’re nothing! You hear me?!”

Kaminari, who had been watching from a distance, finally decided to step in, looking between Bakugo and Monoma nervously. “Hey, man, maybe we should all just—”

Bakugo cut him off, his focus still locked on Monoma. “You wanna talk about ‘soft’? You’re the one hiding behind your stupid mouth because you know you don’t stand a chance. You wanna make fun of me, fine. I’ll blow you up any day of the week. But you don’t say shit about them, got it?”

The quiet that followed Bakugo’s words was deafening. Even Monoma seemed to realize he’d gone too far, his grin now completely wiped off his face. He didn’t say anything else—maybe because he didn’t want to be the target of Bakugo’s next explosion.

Bakugo took a slow, deliberate step back, the air around him still crackling with leftover energy. His fists unclenched, though the anger in his eyes didn’t fade.

“Next time you wanna talk crap” Bakugo said, his voice low and venomous, “make sure you’re ready to eat it.”

Monoma, for once, had nothing to say.

He just nodded, albeit stiffly, and walked off, probably realizing he was lucky to still be in one piece.

Once Monoma was out of sight, Bakugo turned to you, his expression still tense, but softer than the fury he’d just unleashed.

“Tch. Idiot doesn’t know what he’s talking about” Bakugo muttered. He turned to leave, clearly still fuming, but you could see the way his shoulders stayed tight, like he was still on edge.

You smiled softly at him, stepping forward. “Thank you, Bakugo. You didn’t have to do that.”

Bakugo glanced back at you, his red eyes still intense, but now with a hint of something else—something more protective. “‘Course I did,” he grumbled, his voice quieter than before. “I’m not gonna let some dumbass talk down to me. Or you”

Kirishima clapped Bakugo on the back, grinning. “That was so manly, dude! Seriously, you’ve got their back, huh?”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, his face heating up. “Shut up, shitty hair! I don’t need any of your dumbass comments right now!”

[yuckyfucky]

You all used to fall asleep on the phone together every night during your scheduled breaks

ooh wow..haven’t had that in like..yrs..huh

“Who the fuck are you tryna intimidate— “

lol ! talkin bout “or we’re…or we’re gonna—“ the fkn build up 😭💀

“… You still got the vid, or.” 

asking real questions

she hit the fastest fucking U-turn of the century.

she made a request to move to the complete opposite side of campus.

All she got was a theoretical pie thrown at her face when both her best friends' exploded into the biggest laughing fit, she’d ever seen from them.

she almost dropped to the floor to hide behind the service counter.

SHAME SHAME!!

You fucking cracked her. You’re a witch, and your pussy is godsent. 

WOTCH BITCH , FAST PUSSH HEX!! (stream xxxtc by brooke candy)

Her presence was a threat on its own, Jesus Christ. 

embarrassment overtaking her when you refused to look back. 

FKN SHAME!!

It was the best part of the entire year. The month of October has its own presence: it’s grand and dark, gloomy, fun. Evil.

All your friends were already in the Halloween spirit, baking and decorating some of the strongest edibles you’ve ever smelt in your damn life.

You were a little too antsy to start the weekend; Niah almost called Dina to help tape you down to a chair. 

“Shhh, shh, i-it’s October 3rd,” she sloppily pressed her index finger to your mouth. 

CUZ THIS THRILLERRRR—

She always waved you over when she saw you sitting by yourself, greeted you with the brightest smiles and warmest hugs, texted you first. She was everything you could’ve wanted from someone. From a partner. 

You turned the corner and hit a hard chest, almost falling to the floor before a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. 

geeked up, kicking my feet n’ drooling hrriejdodkd (yeah her muscle boobs n’ big ass arms both went str8 into my mouth btw)

So why didn’t you feel that spark whenever she looked at you with those pretty, blue eyes? 

o-oh , that’s right..this is an ellie fic (as if that’s not exactly who i came here 4💀)

Almost. 

was literally about 2 call niah

dial. 5 (e.w.)

wc;cw: 3.9k, fratadjacent!ellie, all ocs r black coded<3, angst, weed, nun crazy… yet😝😝😝😝

SEVEN MONTHS LATER 

You’re finally a fucking senior! Joy to the queer world! 

After barely surviving your last term due to heartbreak and an intense depressive episode, the future ahead of you brightened the second you stepped into your aunt's home. Your summer was the highlight of your year… maybe even your life. What had you done in your past life to be blessed with such an amazing auntie? 

She took you any and everywhere you wanted to go. You never imagined Iceland would be the home country you wished to be born in. The mountains, the bright green grass, the fucking waterfalls you only dreamt of diving into. You became a mermaid the second you and Niah jumped into the Reykjadalur River. 

Every fiber of your being rejuvenated after your much needed break, and you were ready to get through your last year without chips on your shoulder. Fuck everyone from your past!

Moving in was always the worst part of the year. As much as you loved decorating, you never fully threw yourself into it until your third week on campus. Your fairy lights would have to sit in their box until you got your schedule in order. 

You and Niah trekked back and forth from your dorm to your auntie’s truck, hauling in box after box until your arms burned. Your back was already killing you. 

“Fucking son of a bitch— “

You interrupted Niah’s exhausted exclamations, “Swear ja— “

“Bitch, fuck you! I'm grown!” She dropped the last box near your work desk before slumping onto your chair. 

“Alright, my loves!” Your aunt entered your shared room with bags of new bedding. “This is the last of it. Need help making your bed?” 

You blankly stared at your aunt, and she smiled slyly, “Don’t look at me like that! You’re my baby!” 

You shook your head, snagging the neatly wrapped blankets from her hands, tossing them to the floor and engulfing her in the tightest hug you could muster. 

“I love you,” you mumbled into her shoulder. 

“I love you, baby. You’re almost done, you got this,” she kissed your cheek a dozen times before pulling back to plant more on your forehead. And nose. 

“Want me t’walk you out?” 

“I got it. Unpack and get comfy. I’ll see you in a couple months, okay?” She bopped your nose and you nodded, embracing her one last time before seeing her out. Niah gave her a goodbye hug and watched her dodge exhausted bodies down the hallway. 

Niah helped you set up your mattress topper and stuffed your pillow cases before your phone vibrated in your pocket. 

“Dina’s having din-din downstairs in a feeew,” you sing-songed, “Come with us?” You gave Niah the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, her lips pursing as she glared at you. 

“Girl… Y’all always wanna do shit when I’m fucking tired— “

“Pleeease.”

She sighed heavily before conceding, “If that bitch show up, I swear to god— “

“Dina wouldn’t let that happen,” you defended. 

“Oh, she wouldn’t? Really?” Niah scowled. 

“Stop,” you huffed in agitation, “Nothing that happened was her fault. She did what she could at the time.” 

Niah and Dina never explained to you why their relationship rifted, but you could only assume that it was due to you and Ellie falling out. They haven’t spoken since the beginning of summer, according to Niah, and it upset you greatly. You all used to fall asleep on the phone together every night during your scheduled breaks, and now you were hesitant to have them in the same room. 

You were never against Dina and Ellie being friends, even after she blew up on you; They grew up right next to each other, for fucks sake! They’ve always had a strong bond, and not even Dina’s loyalty to you would ruin that. Niah would just have to understand. 

Your best friend rolled her eyes, but dropped the tensity in her shoulders. 

“I’m not eating.” 

You pouted. 

“I don’t care about that,” she pointed at your stuck-out lip, “Get my purse.” 

The booth you shared with your friends in the dining hall was tense. 

You awkwardly forked your pasta while Niah and Dina stared at each other. You didn’t notice any hatred in their gaze, but the fire was there without a doubt. 

This was the worst dinner ever. 

“Sooo…” you twirled your noodles, “How was your summer, Dee!” 

“Fine.” 

Your bright smile dropped at her empty response, but you tried again. 

“Cool! Did anything exciting happen? I saw you and Jess traveled a bit!”

“We did.” 

Your eyes flickered between your two friends, their eyes distant. 

“Guys, c’mon! This is so stupid!” You nearly threw your fork on your plate. “Why are y’all even mad at each othe— “

“I’m not fucking mad— “

“Ask her that— “

Both friends brushed you off in their fit of rambles, and you exploded. 

“CAN Y’ALL STOP!” 

Neighboring students began to stare at all three of you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

“I don’t fucking care about Ellie anymore! I’m over it! It’s a new fucking year and I wanna move on, but I can’t if y’all keep bringing it up every time you see each other!” Niah tried to interrupt, but you cut her off with a stern finger. 

“I know why you’re mad and I appreciate you for caring, but Dina didn’t do anything wrong! You’re taking your anger out on the wrong person!” You took some breaths through your nose to calm yourself.

“I don't wanna see y’all fighting over this bullshit anymore. I mean it! Or we’re…” you looked between them with a harsh glare. “We’re gonna have a problem.” 

Moments of thick silence passed before you heard a gentle snicker. Followed by a snort. 

Boisterous laughter escaped both your friends while you stared in confusion. 

“What’s so funny?” 

Niah clapped her hands in hysteria. 

“Who the fuck are you tryna intimidate— “

“She pulls one little prank and suddenly her balls dropped. How cute! —“

Your head jerked in Dina’s direction, “Wait—” 

“Oh! You thought I didn’t know about that shit? Seriously?” Dina wiped away tears, “You’re nasty, by the way.” 

Heat washed over your entire body at her smirk and arched brow, “My baby’s a fucking freak! Who woulda thought.” 

Niah muttered whores around her straw with a shake of her head. 

“… You still got the vid, or.” 

“DINA!” 

More laughter erupted from your table, and your arms folded across your chest. Dina’s hand met Niah’s from across the table in a high five. 

“She does still have it, not gon’ lie— “

“SHUT UP, NIAH!” 

The second Ellie saw you, Niah, and Dina laughing through the windows of the canteen, she hit the fastest fucking U-turn of the century. Her appetite dissipated in an instant and she booked it towards the parking lot and into her car. 

She hated the physical reaction that took over her body whenever she saw you, the only thought on her mind being run, run, run. 

After her last… encounter with you and fucking Abby, she made a request to move to the complete opposite side of campus. She packed all her belongings and was out of her and Jesse’s shared place in the nick of time, surrounded by faces she wasn’t used to. The thought of switching schools raced through her mind days after it happened, but when she realized that you hadn’t had plans to broadcast your porno across the campus’ Snapchat, she was at ease.

At least for a little bit. 

Telling Dina and Jesse was, by far, one of the worst parts of this whole experience. 

She hadn’t mustered up the courage to do it until two months later when Abby brushed past her with a mere nod of acknowledgment at a house party. Her hazy mind thought that coming clean would erase some of the guilt she felt, but it was all for naught. 

All she got was a theoretical pie thrown at her face when both her best friends' exploded into the biggest laughing fit, she’d ever seen from them. They knew she deserved all the smoke she got from you and Abby after everything she did, and despite her attempts at being prideful, she knew she did too. 

You never came along when Ellie was around for the remainder of the term, and she didn’t know whether to be thankful or full of fucking shame. It became a bit of both overtime. 

She’d only seen you once after the sextape fiasco. It was during move-out week: your face was droopy and tired—probably due to finals— as you and your family hauled box after box into a truck. 

Ellie hadn’t had a reaction to anyone like that since her first fucking girlfriend. The sweaty hands, the swirls in her tummy, the jitters of her fingers. It all came back to her and she wanted to vomit. 

Looking as cuddly as you did that day shouldn’t be allowed. Ellie knew she didn’t deserve a hug from you, but she allowed her imagination to take over anyway, her subconscious completely engulfed by your scent and forgiveness. 

Ellie’s head rested on her steering wheel, her head banging against it and accidentally sounding the horn. 

Ellie’s never been in a relationship with someone who wasn’t selfish. She allowed people to take and take and take so much from her in the past, gladly accepting their overstepping and lack of boundaries if it meant she received their affection. It went on for so long until it abruptly halted and left her destroyed and alone. Her heart iced over after her last relationship went up in flames, and she vowed to keep it that way. If there’s no love, there’s no heartbreak. 

She thought she could do that to someone else. Prey on someone as sweet and comforting as you. 

But it didn’t work. You fucking cracked her. You’re a witch, and your pussy is godsent. 

Ellie brought out that side of you and she regretted it (despite the jerks in her clit every time she reminisced about your glittery tears), and she owed you the most respectable apology she’s ever given.

Ellie reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled up her phone, messages filled with students asking if she’s around to sell. She ignored them all and searched for your contact that she selfishly never deleted. 

Her thumb hovered over the unblock button. 

Ellie’s heart is racing and she thinks she might pass out. 

She got used to hearing the small ding from the bell of the Starbucks entrance that she hardly ever looks up at who’s waltzing in. 

When she heard you and your best friend’s laughter, she almost dropped to the floor to hide behind the service counter. She was not fucking prepared to see you. Nausea and butterflies stirred in her gut at the sound of your giggles. 

H-Have a good day, she cringed when her voice cracked, scribbling the customer's names on their cup before passing it down to the mixing station. 

The minutes that passed felt like years, endless seconds of anticipation of seeing you face to face for the first time in months. Her eyes scattered to the end of the lines where the two of you stood every two seconds, observing how you inched up the line. 

Until the two of you stood in front of her, Niah’s intense glare searing through her skin and shaking her bones. She shakily asked for both your orders, but you took over, answering for you and your roommate with your classic smile. You’re too sweet for your own good; She couldn’t imagine being this cordial in public with someone who did what she did. Said what she said. 

You looked fucking adorable: hair twisted, dangly earrings, glossy lips. Her hands wouldn’t stop as she scribbled your name on your cup and cake pop baggie. 

Niah was fucking grilling her, and rightfully so. Ellie’s shocked she didn’t reach over and strangle her with her bare hands. Her presence was a threat on its own, Jesus Christ. 

You swiped your student ID and yanked a stiff Niah by the arm over to the pick-up line, the wind sitting in Ellie’s lungs finally releasing. 

She peered over at the two of you as she collected the rest of the orders from caffeine-withdrawal students, anxiety pitting in her gut when she watched you snag your cup and bag, reading the messy scribbles she left at the bottom.  

hi. can we talk when you’re ready?

You had enough courtesy to hide the baggie from an already pissed Niah, and she was grateful. It gave her an inkling of hope before you frowned, your eyes surprised, then confused. Then angry. 

Ellie almost cried at the scoff that left your mouth when you shot her a pissed glare, before you snatched your dessert from its encasing, crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash by the exit. She watched the two of you leave with a heavy heart, embarrassment overtaking her when you refused to look back. 

Ellie couldn’t shake the feeling that you experienced this same disappointment whenever she shut you down previously, and it made her feel even worse. 

Ellie started seeing you everywhere you went after that: in the quad, on the way to class, even in the fucking library (a place she never went!), but you never seemed to notice her. She hadn’t been in the study center since she was a fucking sophomore, and she instantly remembered why when she caught a glimpse of you in your own world, headphones on as you scribbled down your notes. 

Remorse flooded her gut when she remembered the time, she dismissed your proposal of listening to a playlist you made for her a couple days after you fucked a couple times. She didn’t even know what artists you liked. 

Even after all this time, she refused to forget all the times she upset you, intentionally or not. 

The twisted part of her brain was already prepared to march over and speak with you, but she had enough sense to overpower her selfish desires. 

She managed to get past you without hassle, rushing onto the elevator to find her usual spot in the second-floor corner. It was her safe place whenever she came in here; She’ll never forget when she and Dina tripped balls atop the beanbags pressed up against the window. 

Going to the library was pointless; The thought of you and your sprinkled cupcakes dominated her mind for the rest of her study session. 

It was the best part of the entire year. 

The month of October has its own presence: it’s grand and dark, gloomy, fun. Evil. You would never wear bright orange on a normal day, but during October, you might as well be a pumpkin! 

All your friends were already in the Halloween spirit, baking and decorating some of the strongest edibles you’ve ever smelt in your damn life. You were shocked that none of Jesse’s neighbors called to complain about the loud scent. 

“You wanna hit?” 

You peered up at Abby’s invitation puff from her blunt with a polite smile and a shake of your head, “You know I have to drive that one home,” You pointed out an already wobbling Niah in the kitchen. 

Abby chuckled around her next puff, “They’re gonna go fucking crazy with those.” 

“I’m scared,” You huffed, “Niah literally turns into a fucking potato when she’s high. I can never get her to move anywhere.” 

Abby giggled at your eye roll while she ashed. 

Running into Abby after what happened last year was much different than you expected. 

After you two went your separate ways at the party, you assumed she would never want to see you again, blow off any invitations you had to hang out, go back to fucking Ellie like nothing happened, but she did nothing of the sort. 

She always waved you over when she saw you sitting by yourself, greeted you with the brightest smiles and warmest hugs, texted you first. She was everything you could’ve wanted from someone. From a partner. 

So why didn’t you feel that spark whenever she looked at you with those pretty, blue eyes? 

You could always be honest with Abby, so bringing up your predicament was easy. She took it with a grain of salt and told you not to worry because she’s still a whore. It’s college! Her energy always calmed you. 

Niah’s weight plopping down next to you broke your trance. She slumped onto your shoulder with a weak giggle of it’s October 3rd. 

You stared down at her blankly, “It’s the tenth, bonehead— “

“Shhh, shh, i-it’s October 3rd,” she sloppily pressed her index finger to your mouth. 

Abby’s laughter rang from next to you like bells in winter. 

Ellie was… sad. And felt like a fucking loser. 

She’d been lazily lying on her couch with her dab in hand, scrolling through Instagram and watching 5-minute crafts when she received a notification from Dina. 

She felt a subtle crack in her chest when she saw her best friend caption the post the ‘best time of the year 👻’. She was dawned in her usual witch's hat while Jesse had a pumpkin carving imprinted on his shirt, both decorating what she assumed to be laced sugar cookies. 

Her heart shattered when she scrolled through the slides and saw pictures of a slumped Niah, Abby with her tongue out and middle finger up, and you, eyes gentle and smile doll-like with two peace signs by your face. You looked so cozy under the yellow glow of the decorative lamp. So comfortable in the place she used to call home. 

… She’s never not received an invite to decorate edibles. Why was a lump growing in her throat? Her high was fucked. 

Another notification from Jesse’s Snap highlighted across the top of her screen. Her thumb tapped it without hesitation, and some tears fell from her eyes to her cheeks. 

It was a clip of you, Dina, and Jesse squeezing out icing from a tube onto a loudly snoring Niah’s face, snickering softly when the traces of sugar didn’t go where you wanted. 

Stick it up her nose!

Ellie’s body tensed when she recognized Abby’s low whisper in the background. That was definitely the final nail in her coffin. 

The Snap ended with Niah’s eyes peeling open like a zombie and your heavenly laughter. 

Ellie dropped her phone and sat up, resting her head atop the back of the couch, palms digging into her teary eyes. She tried to convince herself that she was angry, pissed the fuck off, ready to fight everybody, even her closest friends. But she wasn’t at all. 

She was lonely and sad, and no one was there to comfort her. 

Class dragged on the entire week leading up to Halloweekend. 

Your shoulders were heavy and slumped from exhaustion. What kind of professor assigns projects the week before Halloween? They’re pretending as if they’ve never been students before; They know you’re all getting faded soon! 

You and Niah were grinding in the library the entire week, perfecting your papers and presentations for the following week. You didn’t want anything to ruin this weekend. Distractions, be gone! 

You’ve dedicated a couple hours each day to prepping your costumes for Friday and Saturday. The excitement to adorn your fairy getup was nearly bursting through your eyes. You decorated your wings with sequins and glitter, made your own flower crown, and designed your own spirit guide by snipping and re-stuffing a Squishmallow. 

You were a little too antsy to start the weekend; Niah almost called Dina to help tape you down to a chair. 

You bolted down the crosswalk after your scheduled library visit, a bright grin on your face at the thought of showcasing your designs for your costume. Dina and Jesse are your best critics. 

You turned the corner and hit a hard chest, almost falling to the floor before a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. 

“Lookin’ for rings?” 

Your smile widened at the all too familiar voice, “What does that mean?” 

Abby separated from you with a gentle smile, pointing at your sky-blue sweatshirt, “Blue sweater… running… Sonic— “

“Oh fuck!” You paused before a lightbulb appeared atop your head. “Oh fuck! Sonic would’ve been such a cute costume— “

“Still stressing Niah out?” Her brow arched. 

“Of course! Dina and Jes are about t’get the same treatment!” You rushed past Abby, throwing her a wild wave, “I'll see you on Friday bitch!”

Her airy laugh aired behind you before you eased past departing students and into the apartment lobby. 

It’s almost impressive how much your mood can deplete due to one person. 

You instantly recognized Ellie’s back muscles over her muscle-tee, her tattoo sleeve completely exposed as she murmured to the receptionist. The bun at the back of her head was coming loose with each nod of approval she gave. 

Anger and embarrassment and sadness battled for power in your gut as you glared through her skin and down to her bones. And she must’ve felt it.

She spun at the sound of the door shutting, and her eyes immediately glossed over when they locked with yours. She looked like a deer caught in headlights before she whispered hey.

You ignored and looked behind her and greeted the familiar receptionist, “Hey, is Jesse home?” 

“Yeah, babe! You just missed him— “

“W-Wait— “

“Cool, thanks,” You didn’t hesitate to book it for the second entrance, Ellie’s urgent calls of your name ringing behind you. You heard her following you down the hall like a horse. 

She called your name out louder, “Fuck, wait, wait— “

You frantically pressed the up button on the elevator but it was for naught. 

You felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, “Hey— “

“Ellie, don’t fuckin’ touch me, I’m serious,” you spat. 

Her touch dropped, her hands raising in the air, “Okay, okay, I’m sorr— “

“You’re sorry? Really?” You scoffed. “Fuck off, bro.” 

… Where the fuck was this elevator?! You were this close to holding the button down until the doors opened. 

Ellie sighed, “No, I’ve… I've been meaning to talk to you. Can I— “

“I don’t give a fuck about anything you’re saying, genuinely,” You harshly turned to glare into her eyes. Her gorgeous, green eyes that, for the first time, seemed so soft for you. Desperate, and not lustful. 

She didn’t seem to care about your protests, “I know I fucked up and I was… awful— “

The dings sounding from the elevator sounded like alarms. 

“Ellie, please, I’m begging you, just leave me the fuck alone,” Rageful tears flooded in your eyes. “Get the fuck away from me! Just g-go away!” 

Ellie’s small glimmer of hope died in her orbs, her body flinching at your tone as she peered to the floor with red cheeks. 

The doors peeled open after what seemed like a lifetime and you threw yourself between them, slamming the fourth-floor button like your life depended on it. You refused to look at Ellie as the doors shut, your heart pounding in your chest as you heaved, your hands resting on your knees. 

You vowed that absolutely nothing could ruin your weekend, but why was Ellie’s flushed cheeks and sniffly nose almost enough to make you fold? 

Almost. 

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[derrypubliclibrary]

Part 3! titled "how the fuck did they end up alive in the past when they're dead and also why did only the turtles come through?"

So, "ninpo" is the thing that lets the turtles harness their mystic energy and use their powers. Ninpo ties together those you love, it’s the connection between family and your ancestors. All of the future turtles had their ninpo blocked initially during the invasion, but they were able to unlock it after a confrontation with Kraang Prime. It didn’t end well, to say the least. Lyon’s ninpo seemed permanently blocked after he lost his arm in said fight, though the rest of the turtles’ powers remained intact. After their deaths, Ellie and Othello became spirits. They didn’t join their ancestors, however, because they were so closely bonded with each other and were too restless to move on without all of their Bale together again. When they opened portal to send CJ back in time, Angel turned into a spirit as well. Lyon joined them shortly after, but they didn’t get a chance for a proper reunion before they felt themselves pulled through the portal as well.

The ninpo acted as a chain because of their bond. When they all died, their ninpo was completely unblocked and grew stronger than ever. Since Casey was considered part of their Bale, they were pulled along with him when their ninpo felt hon leaving.

They didn’t all drop out at the same time. Because they were just spirits when they were pulled through, some weird magic-science stuff happened and their bodies were rebuilt before being spit out in the past. The longer they had been dead, the longer they were in limbo. CJ was put in the target time, the day the key was stolen. Lyon was dropped through a day after the end of the invasion. Angel came in two days later. Othello came through a week after that. Finally, Ellie appeared two weeks after. April and Cassandra didn’t come through because they were also tied to other clans (The Foot and April’s blood family) and their spirits were at rest.

oh??? this genuinely sounds so fucking sick? im eating this btw this is so good

[searidings]

Never done this before as I mostly use tumblr just as a way to peruse and not necessarily interact with others but I just wanted to say that the akawwjjd fic you’ve been talking about... well I’m the author! I wrote that last year and honestly accidentally seeing your blog has knocked me off my feet because of how much I LOVE your writing?!?!? Like honestly in disbelief over this! I don’t even know what to say other than I’ve read probably every single one of your fics and you’re incredible!

aaaaHHHHH first of all HI second of all THANK YOU FOR DESTROYING ME!!! i've not stopped screaming about your fic since i first read it and left a disgustingly long gushy comment on it and honestly i maybe never will so tysm for the pain <3 here please take all my love and tears and also these asks which are more for you than me anyway!

[deliriousbee]

Ms. Flores stepped into frame, and I haven’t been able to think since. The green jacket?? The soft bangs?? Ishiguro??????? Ellie chu and I are suffering and it’s unjust

[kaitouhime]

I'm rooting for Before the JL form personally. How would this affect them meeting Danny for the first time? I can just imagine him crashing in from outta town and the Bats going practically feral for the new baby bird they found. Now if they could get him to stay in one place long enough to treat his wounds and assure him they mean no harm. Maybe he doesn't show up for several years after the JL form? Danny's core is injured and that's why he hasn't picked up on their feelings yet btw.

Timeline for fics could be like this.

Batman, Nightwing, Oracle, and Robin III (Tim) wake up with wings and all the shenanigans of them learning to hide them with magic and learning to use them for the first fic. (Cursed! City Spirit Lady Gotham Intro?) Alfred has surprising knowledge on Liminals and acts mysterious when asked how he knows so much.

Second Fic Has Jason return to Gotham, this one starts off more Angsty and slowly transitions to Found Family feels? Also, the surprise revelation that Alfred is and always has been a Halfa and that's why he's not aged a day since Bruce was a young boy. He hid his lack of aging with a glamor.

Third fic Introduces Damian and his integration to the family along with Steph gettin her wings and Alfred sitting the family down to talk about the history of Halfas and Liminals as he knows it.

Fourth Fic is Cass joining the family and lots of bonding as the timeline catches up maybe have the POV switch between the Batfam and Gothams Citizens? Maybe this one can focus on how the Lore and Mythos of Gothams protectors grew over the years?

Fic Five JL joins the chat! Meeting Batman and coming to know him in the suit as the JL forms and becomes a team.

Fic Six JL meets Batfam! Lots of hijinx as they learn the Gotham Lore and meet the Bats kids for the first time. (Batfam have a grand ol time messing with JL, Cryptid Batfam guys)

Fic Seven JL finally find out Batfam identities! And there are whispers of a town falling off the map in forums at the end of the fic. (Amnity Park is first mentioned!)

Fic Eight A Wild Danny appears! Why is he alone and hurt? Batfam get word of the Lost town and start to investigate.

Fic Nine Switches to Past Amnity Park and Danny's POV of what happened.

Maybe a reveal gone right, only for the Nasty Burger explosion to happen under slightly different circumstances? Ah, more ideas!

Fic Nine outline.

His parents were meeting with GIW representatives with Vlad the day it happened but Danny had a bad feeling so he went to scout things out with Sam and Tucker. They didn't know it was the GIW that his parents were meeting nor that the meeting place was right behind the Nasty Burger, the Fenton parents and Vlad were in agreement to keep it from the kids at the time. On the way there they met up with Jazz, Ellie, and Dante (the Future Phantom from the other timeline) who had gone to the movies together so Jazz could bond with them. (Good! Vlad AU?)

The meeting was in the building behind the Nasty Burger, and unfortunately for the Fenton parents and Vlad, it was a trap. By the time the kids tracked them down things had gone from bad to worse and a firefight had broken out. None of them had time to react as a shot from an Agent went wide and hit, you guessed it, the Nasty Sauce container. Dante acted fast to send up a shield with Dani to protect Jazz from the blast, Danny was a second slower and just barely got his own shield up in time to save Sam and Tuck. Neither of the Fenton parents survived, and Vlad himself lost it when he saw their bodies and things only got worse from there.

Amity Park was under GIW control from then on, which resulted in the native citizens entering into something of a cold war with the GIW as they harbored and hid the now orphan Fenton/Masters children and refused to abandon them as they recovered from the explosion. In an effort to keep the Infinite Realms safe both the Fenton and Masters portals were remote detonated. This had the handy side effect of destroying any research or weapons the GIW might have tried to salvage from the labs. Said explosions meant however that the children were now homeless. Thankfully Jack Fenton surprised all of them by thinking ahead and contacting Danny's teacher Mr. Lancer. He met up to speak with him and give him several Bug-out bags he put together for his children to keep in his side room just in case something went wrong when the conflicts between the Ghosts and the GIW started to get heated.

I have no idea how Ellie still came to be only that she did somehow come into existence and both she and Dante were taken in by Vlad.

Yes, there are holes in my timeline but that's why we have the rest of the Phandom and the DC Fandom to call to aid! (this is me asking for help, I'm running out of steam) Also PLEASE can we not make Danny Ghost King for this? Well-loved by the Infinite Realms Ghosts sure. Royalty no. I'm thinking more Folk Hero Vibes ya know? Add in that AU with Ghost cores bein able to call across great distances with their own unique sounds and Danny having long hair cause he wanted to be different from Dante and that's all I got.

Take it away Phandom/DC Fandom! Ideas to a good home!

(Look I made a Picture! I messed up a little but still!)

Prompt 299

Hear me out- Ghosts have wings. They have wings, which are affected by their cores, and can make them disappear from sight if they want or need to. You got that? Good. 

Ecto-contaminated people? Don’t have wings. Liminals and Halfas, who have developed cores? Do have wings, and they can’t hide said wings, because unlike ghosts? Their bodies are physical living flesh. 

Now Gotham? Ecto-contaminated, there’s no doubt about it. The amount of portals that have been opened there and death pits and death cults… yeah it’d be surprising if it wasn’t. But again, no one really notices, because at most? Most just get a bit of eyeshine. 

The Bats however? Oh man are they freaking out when they wake up with aches in their back and feathers starting to poke through their skin. Curse? Nope! Welcome to Liminality, enjoy the second puberty of wings, emotion-sharing, fangs, claws, and whatever else you might develop- also enjoy the whole eating fear thing. (Wait, the what-)