#go across canons and it'll get worse

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

You know that feeling when you want to make a good impression and eveything you do feels low-key humiliating

Or when you're just perpetually mortified about every word that leaves your mouth by default regardless of what's happening or who you're talking to like I am—

ANYWAY HERE'S SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT THE BOYS BEING EMBARASSED OR SOMETHING—

Oooh Nooooo

Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy x Reader

Needless pointless fluff with the tiniest bit of hurt-comfort or something

Live-action or anime/manga canon, either or both

I don't think there are any TWs?

Sorry for wasting all of our time with this silliness

Anyway here's some Nu.

Zoro

He just pushes himself much too hard sometimes.

Sitting down and "taking a nap" after training, when he's clearly well beyond his limit.

Or rather "passing out from utter exhaustion with his swords unsheathed across his lap."

It could have ended a lot worse than a rogue wave washing across the deck and a gash on his arm.

Grumbling about how he's fine and doesn't need any help the whole time you're wrapping bandages around his arm and chiding him.

Going silent and tense for a moment when you wrap him in a tight hug and softly ask him to be more careful.

No, he's not blushing, he's never blushed in his entire life, shut up

Hugging you back? What are you talking about?

Gives a little growl of annoyance, refusing to let you go for longer than he's willing to admit, and will probably say it was for your benefit if anyone asks.

Sanji

The old *whoops* with the pepper shaker.

It had already been a long day, he was just trying to wind down in the kitchen.

Trying to season a very simple, very straightforward sauce.

And the entire lid falls off of the pepper shaker, and into the pot, along with a massive pile of ground black pepper.

And he just lets out a groan of defeat, dropping to his knees and letting his forehead fall against the edge of the stove with a weak little thunk.

But no no no, you're already hurrying over to help scoop out the excess pepper, reassuring him that it'll definitely be fine.

Your rush to assist him is enough to make him smile in itself, to let out a small affectionate chuckle as he watches you grimace at the taste the ruined sauce, before you meet his eye and try to fake a smile.

Decides to repurpose the sauce in question, to get back at the idiots that loosened the pepper shaker lid in the first place.

The two of you are left snickering to yourselves while the rest of the crew fights over the nearest jug of fresh water after tasting it themselves.

Shanks

Man could probably drop a knife and sever three of his toes and still manage to laugh it off, what is "embarrassment...?"

Well, it's a little more subtle.

It's having to relearn how to use both a sword and a pen after losing half of his dominant arm.

It's laughing off how his handwriting looks like a child's now.

It's getting mildly annoyed at trying to button a shirt one-handed and simply tucking it into his belt instead.

It's refusing help with simple tasks that could be made far simpler if the stubborn idiot would just let you help already—

It's hearing him chuckle and agree when you call him a stubborn idiot for refusing any help, settling his hand in your hair and pulling you close.

The whole process is embarrassing in itself, but he's got you, and he's got his crew, and that makes it all so much easier.

Mihawk

What on earth could he possibly have to be embarrassed about?

World's Greatest Swordsman, one of the seven Warlords, with a sense of wit as devastating as his blade.

And yet, despite all his efforts to hide it, he's just a big softie.

As if it wasn't already evident from how he allowed Zoro to live after challenging him and subsequently trained him, with the convenient excuse of wanting a worthy rival.

He's going to glare at you with a sharpness that could slice clean through diamond if you suggest out loud that he did any of it out of kindness, much less fondness.

But he's also going to sigh in an irritable sort of defeat when you kiss his cheek and compliment him for finding such a perfect balance between mercy and murder.

And mumble just as irritably about how you're lucky he finds you endearing enough to keep around, begrudgingly proving your point without even realizing it.

Buggy

Lives in a perpetual state of embarrassment that he tries to mask with haughtiness and aggression.

It mostly revolves around the elephant in the room.

The very red, very round elephant in the room, attached to the very center of his face.

The one he might just slaughter anyone for mentioning in front of him.

Who nose what that could possibly be *wink-wink*nudge-nudge**stupidest-pun*

But the second you plant a kiss there and say how cute it is, in a way that makes it clear you're not condescending or taunting him about it, he's too busy blushing and sputtering over his words to remember what he was supposed to be angry about in the first place.

[scivors]

My genuine head canons about Eddie Gluskin that I wrote in my notes app:

I'd like to add a little disclaimer: these head canons involve some heavy topics, so, if you're not comfortable, you aren't obligated to stay.

Also, I do not support any of Eddie's actions..just to make it clear..

ANYWAYS I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THIS SO HERE WE GO

Like the idea of him being a tailor (if you don't know what that means it basically means a person whose occupation is making or altering suits, jackets, and dresses typically to fit a particular person.) He's so creative and almost patient enough to work with materials. I also like to think that's something he shares in common with his mother who must've taught him a good few things about creating and measurements..

He'll hum a little tune to himself as he's working, makes him concentrate more..

It's not always, though, sometimes he loses his patience if the sewing machine isn't cooperating like it should be..

Although his whole character is based on "love" and wanting to find a special bride who loves him just as much as he loves his bride, it's sad to say that his needs will never be fulfilled..

What I mean by this is that not only are his delusions serving him zero purpose but not only that, hurting anyone that comes across him cause he's so desperate to be loved. However, these delusions could be a result of a coping mechanism from all the trauma he went through.

It's like trying to break the generational trauma but instead making it far worse than you could imagine..

So, being severely damaged as he already is, he takes it upon himself to somehow create this little world where he has a family of his own, a beautiful wife and children.

I also like to think of him being trapped in his little cell where he has nothing but a bed and his own little imagination.., staring off into either the ceiling or some random thing and just sits there..,maybe even talking to himself or laughing..

- His mother's lack of acknowledgement for what had happened to him when he was small made him develop some sense of protective nature as a fully grown adult especially when he mentions the topic about having his own children..

- "He appears so charming and friendly" is what he wants some to believe, he cares about how he presents himself time to time..

He wants you to believe he can be good, a perfect groom, a perfect father he never had. He will show you this people pleasing, gentle, kind and loving personality before he completely switches up and becomes the opposite..

- So, about the love part. Some describe him as overly obsessive, which don't get me wrong, he is. Though, it might seem like this isn't much of a big deal to him cause he will show you every ounce of love he has and shower you with it, if you plan on giving yourself to him that is. You'd be his number one priority, you'll never feel like a choice, you are his everything.. It's always like living the dream from the very start, it'll feel like a movie in Hollywood but slowly yet surely this doesn't last how it should...

Imagine being taken care of by someone as charming and loving as he is, imagine him calling you loving words in his English accent and no I'm not just talking about "darling" , I'm talking about :

"Are you alright, my love?"

"Your virtues have so strangely taken up my thoughts.."

"I think you're stunning.."

"You look as pretty as always.."

He is old fashioned, so he will eventually take it upon himself to act like a gentleman around you, he will make the first move, gets you flowers, he plans everything since he would love spend time with you.. It's all about getting to know eachother..

You'd never have to do such work, stay at home and he will do all the providing. 50/50 chance he comes back home with some nice flowers or small gifts..,like I said, old fashioned..

His thoughts would only be you. His number one priorit would always be you. But,... it's not you?..

You're you but also you're not?..

His mind creates this character of you, it's what he's expecting from you, how you act, how you talk, how you dress, how you walk..it's what he expects from you rather accepting you for who you are. This results to a lot of guilt tripping..

And I know, it sucks, but should've thought about it that before going for a psychopathic maniac that's in an asylum for a reason..

- It's quite easy to spot this one, but one of his most common triggers is when someone makes him think they're going to abandon him.

"I can't be alone!.."

By the way, his height and his strength is actually so scary that if you do eventually try to abandon him by walking away, he'll break the door down, he'll find you, he'll do unspeakable things to either you or the furniture that's in his way of trying to get close to you

(Speaking of which: I've noticed a lot of people using the term "Yandere" for an individual with mental illness. Please, stop that..)

Outside of the asylum I like to think his sense of fashion is probably top tier old money, just casual and nice..

Probably likes taking night walks with his nice coat on. That'll keep anyone from expecting him to be a psychopath..

Originally, the man ((((COULD)))) be from England, however, his parents decided to move countries from Europe to America cause they probably liked it more that way..

Eddie is definitely those kinds of people who have that one parent that's always been treating them like shit their entire childhood but still hold a special place in their heart for them cause they don't have anyone else.. That's Eddie towards his mother, I mean, he was her son...all he had was her and deep down he believes that, there was a point she wanted to help..(Even though her absence permanently damaged him)..

But somehow..that caring nature, that charming side of him, that right there, that came from her..

[thehollowwriter]

Do you have any criticisms in regards to the official English translation of TWST?

I have many. So many.

Firstly is the unnecessary changes, mostly with Trey's UM and the name of magical shift.

See, the main thing is, a lot of people say "Paint the Roses" sounds way better than "Doodle Suit", which is goofy, and also works as an Alice in Wondeland reference The thing is, though, I'm pretty sure Doodle Suit is supposed to be a goofy name. It's a teenager naming his UM at about 16 or younger (before canon time), of course it'll be goofy. And on top of that, it is a reference! "Suit" is likely a reference to card suits!

The reason I find this change unnecessary is because you can't even say it was a translation complication, not only are the UM names and certain other words written in English in the JP game iirc, but after getting twst myself I CHECKED and they didn't even bother to RERECORD THE LINES. I can still hear Trey say, "Doodle Suit." I'm English when talking about his UM, but the text box says, "Paint the Roses"

The same applies to magical shift, which was changed to "spelldrive." Characters still say "magishift. " It's just such a useless bunch or changes to way too many names and stuff cause it was already right there in English.

Another issue I have with character names or event names that aren't said in English being different than the names fans have translated is that they often sound a lot worse or a bit weird than original. Like Baul and Baur. I think Baul sounds way better, but this overall could just be some fans not having a completely accurate translation? But tbh we have a lot of bilingual speakers who also talk about the strange differences.

My MAIN NUMBER 1 ISSUE IS THE CENSORSHIP

I'm still so mad that they removed that scene of Cater saying he would absolutely date Vil and that they altered lines from one character to another that could be interpreted as romantic or flirty (only to then, in some cases, ramp up the flirt vibes, ironically).

It's just so disingenuous and was definitely not a mistake.

And of course, iirc, replacing describing Vil as "beautiful" with "handsome" instead because we don't want to give the character whose whole thing is defying gender roles a feminine description, no, that's ridiculous/s

Then there's Azul's backstory. As someone who's only access to twst's story was through translations, both because Eng hadn't released and I'm in the wrong country, it was really icky to see how they watered down the things Azul's bullies said to him.

I just... they were calling him a fat, slow, ugly, and stupid octopus, among other terrible things, and then we got to twst Eng where it's just "silly octotwerp" ?????

Like they were either trying to make it kid friendly (even though this is NOT a kids' game) or they didn't want to put emphasis on the fact that Azul was bullied for his weight. If you ask me, in the official Eng translations, it's actually a bit harder to pick up on the fact that that's part of why Azul was bullied and hates his old self so much.

It's something that really frustrates me, because it makes Azul come across more as a bit of a spoiled kid who got lightly teased and held a ridiculous grudge over it (even if octotwerp is still a bit mean) rather than a deeply traumatised teen who's body image and mental state was badly effected by the severity of the bullying he received. He's constantly bringing up calories, Floyd mentioned he barely eats, etc.

I'm sure this can apply to a lot of other chapters, especially Book 4 with Jamil and Kalim, but I'd like to rewatch YouTube translations and then go through twst Eng before I talk about them

Anyway, rant over now fjffj

[pinkcannibal]

Could I request a Marilyn Thornhill x Reader, where reader is having a really terrible day because a series of horrible stuff keeps happening to Reader (For example reader's class work goes mising, her friend stands her up, something spills on reader's outfit and so on). Reader just ends up hiding in her room for the rest of the day. Marilyn notices that reader is missing, she goes to check on reader. Reader kind of jokes that she might be curse and that Marilyn should avoid her. Of course Marilyn doesn't like hearing that. So she does what she can to help reader feel better (I'll leave what kind of relationship Reader and Marilyn have up to you).

a/n so sorry for the wait! i promise im not ignoring requests just needing to find time to write them :) just wanna say as per most of my fics or requests reader is a student and 20. for this prompt its pre relationship. if you’re familiar with my writing i write marilyn not as laurel gates, but having laurel gates uhhh tendencies? so if requested otherwise that's her characterisation, i do also write for canon laurel gates!

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title: it'll all work out

pairings: marilyn thornhill x fem!reader

tw/warnings: none kinda! just fluff, comfort, and mild panic attacks

summary: you can't cope with the intense wave of what the day throws at you, skyrocketing you into anxiety. and taking comfort in miss thornhill is the only thing that brings you back down

word count: 2160

requests: open!

It starts out like this.  

This morning, you slept through your alarm and were late for your Wiccan History class; so late you may as well not have showed up. And no attempt of explaining your situation stopped you from being handed a detention slip from your teacher- your ears burned in embarrassment at the action.

Then, two hours later, Wednesday made a seemingly inoffensive comment about your class work during a dissection and it was the way she said it that made you feel like all your hard work was actually unintelligent, uninspiring, and not worth handing in. And to top it all off, on the way to lunch, a tall, imposing fur accidentally bumped into you and you dropped your phone; cracking it right down the middle and making tears burn behind your eyelids when you picked it up because today sucks and nothing’s gone right and it times like this you wonder why you ever enrolled in this academy in the first place.  

Then it all comes fucking crashing down because when you finally, finally make it to your table, Enid reaches across the way with all her usual exuberance and excitement because her girlfriend Wednesday sits down across from her and she- 

Enid gasps, eyes wide and panicked as her thermos filled with hot coffee pours over the table and across to you. It soaks the class notes you were working on, just melting the ink of 4000 words from Botony class that you were slaving over and you immediately jump up, lips parting in shock as you move back from the liquid.

But it scalds your uniform, your skirt, and barely misses your thighs and you don’t even realise your eyes are being overcome with fresh tears until Enid exclaims.  

“Oh my god I’m so so sorry!” Enid rushes out, reaching out and picking up her thermos before it can go any further. Wednesday next to her widens her eyes, shuffling over slightly as it drips through the cracks in the table. 

You snap out of your shock, making a noise of panicked frustration.

“No, no no no shit-” You hiss, picking up the ruined essay and immediately dropping it at the temperature. But the damage is done, and you make this tiny noise that sounds like a pained whimper when you squeeze your eyes shut and run your hands through your hair, resigning to all that work being ruined. You bite your lip, so hard you want to taste blood. 

Enid, wide eyed and apologetic, looks like a kicked puppy at the mess she accidentally caused. “I-I am so sorry. Seriously, I was just-” 

A tear falls down your cheek. Fuck, could this day get worse?  

“It’s o-okay, Enid, you didn’t mean to.” You breathe out, trying to reign in your distraught panic attack that’s looming. The rest of the table, Yoko and Divina, look at you with matching pitying looks.   You flush and gather your things, unable to stomach their concern that feels like acid in your belly.  

“Um, look, I’ll see you guys later?” You rush to say, breath becoming laboured. “I just, I n-need to-” 

“Hey,” Yoko softly interjects. “Really, it’s okay, do you want one of us to come with you?” 

You shake your head, clutching your laptop and ruined notes that don’t matter anymore to your heaving chest. “No,” You blurt, pressing your lips together apologetically, then retrying. “No, I’m okay. I’ll um, I’ll see you guys at recess.”  

You leave quickly, the anxiety building and building so quickly you feel like you’re going to cry if someone so much as touches you. Your throat bobs on a sob wanting to escape, and you rush to your dorm and on the way scrunch up the essay in your hands and throw it in a nearby trash can and so distracted by your impending panic you don’t look up until it’s too late.  

You bump hard into someone, gasping and losing your footing immediately. You don’t hit the ground or fall, because two warm, comforting hands are righting you at your biceps and steadying your feet. “Fuck, sorry I-”  

When you look up, you blush, because- 

“Oh dear, are you okay?” Miss Thornhill breathes out, startled by the bump but covering it up with a polite smile that has your knees just, instantly weak. She’s wearing that green coat and red boots; she smells like the earth and rain and something so comforting you warm.  

Her hands haven’t left your arms and you feel even more unsteady and now because she’s here you feel like crying all over again.  

“Are you okay, honey?” She says, this little concerned furrow of her brows thrown your way and you part your lips trying to say something, but your eyes are glassy with tears and she called you honey, and you feel all melty and gooey inside.  

“Gosh,” She says, righting her glasses from the knock and softly chuckling. “I didn’t see you, I’m so sorry, you just came out of no-” 

“I-I’m okay,” You say softly, shifting on your feet. You watch Marilyn tilt her head worriedly at your shaking voice, and almost as if realising her touch, she delicately removes her hands, placing them in her coat pockets instead. You blush with how much you want them back on you.  

“Sorry,” You smile back slightly, clearing your throat. “I didn’t see you either. I’m just...super late for my next class.” 

You try and lie to save face, because you’re three seconds away from bawling your eyes out, but Miss Thornhill does this adorable scrunch of her nose, checking the inside of her wrist for her watch as she frowns.  

“Is that so?” She chuckles out endearingly, looking back up to you and sending you a raised eyebrow. “Your next class is mine, funny enough. If anything, you’re half an hour early.” 

“Oh,” You blush, stuttering as you realise the hole you dug. Marilyn sends you an amused look as you flounder. Then everything just- falls into you. The detention. Wednesday’s comment. Your phone. Your essay. The anxiety. And how just one concerned look from Miss Thornhill has you feeling like splitting at the seams.  

“I-I uh, must have gotten my timetable mixed up?” Then you sniff and bring your blazer sleeve up to your nose, shutting your eyes in mortification as your throat bobs and you whine on a cry. “Shit, s-sorry I just- I can’t-” 

“Oh, dear.” Marilyn breathes out in sympathy, watching you crumble inside of yourself and choke on a cry that bubbles past your lips. You can’t look at her, wiping at your eyes in frustration as you cry in the middle of the hall to the other woman like some pathetic child.  

“Sweetie,” She says softly, full of so much care and concern that you look up and flush red at how her hazel eyes are the most gentle you’ve ever seen them.  

Then she’s placing her hand at the small of your back, hushing you sweetly. “Are you okay?” She says kindly. 

You bite your lip, swallowing thickly as more tears escape. You shake your head, too vulnerable for words as you tighten your laptop and books in your grip against your stomach.  

Marilyn notices the reaction, eyebrows furrowing in worry.  

“Okay, you’re okay,” She says, coaxing and warm, and your neck goes red at the tone. “Do you want to talk about it? We can go to my classroom, it’s nice and quiet there, would that be okay?” 

The way she asks for your consent, how loving she sounds, sends you into a space you feel dizzy in. You nod softly, doe eyes looking up through your wet eyelashes to her. “I...Yes, please.” You breathe out, filled with so much relief your heart aches, pooling and pooling when her hand rubs in soothing circles to your lower back – something that sends shivers up your spine.  

- 

Miss Thornhill makes you chamomile tea from her own garden in the conservatory, and when she hands it to you her fingers brush yours and you feel unsteady again and the tears are back then she says “You’re safe here, nothing can hurt you, sweetie. Are you okay? What happened?” and it spills from your lips like water.  

At the end of it all, Marilyn is giving you this tender look, like she’s yearning to fix everything that’s wrong; and your hands are tight around the tea mug from where you sit perched on one of the desks, shaking as you stutter and speak through your tears. 

“And then Enid, she-” You whine, a frustrated noise leaving your lips at the memory as you screw your eyes shut. “She spilled coffee on my essay for your class and it was already late because you were nice enough to give me an extension but now it’s ruined and I feel like I keep fucking up and just-”  

“Darling,” Miss Thornhill interjects softly, stepping forwards and ducking her head slightly to catch your gaze. Darling. Darling. You feel your lower belly swarm with need at the term as you blink back at her in bashfulness. The other woman then gently unwraps your hands from around the scalding tea and places it beside you.  

Instead, she takes them in her own, rubbing softly and gently into your palms as your breath hitches and cheeks warm.  

“Shh. It’s okay. Take a deep breath for me, okay?” She says warmly, and you instantly copy her as your eyes flick down to her chest, rising with a breath that calms you instantly.

“That’s it, good job, honey.” Marilyn smiles kindly to you, and the soft praise has your throat drying and stomach flipping as you look back up and bite your lip.  

“I’m so sorry that happened,” She murmurs sincerely, eyes so genuine and kind behind her glasses that you almost forget how close she is right now. She’s almost between your legs with how she holds you, and your chest picks up at the thought. “That sounds like an awful, terrible day, sweetheart.” 

Oh. Okay. You’re floating now, you’re sure of it. 

“Yeah,” You breathe out, shifting in your spot, earnestly trying to get impossibly closer to her. If Marilyn notices, she doesn’t comment, but she dosen’t move away. “It was.”

You wince then, groaning and blushing when you remember. “And I’m really, really sorry about the essay. I can get it finished tomorrow if I-” 

Miss Thornhill snorts, shaking her head in amusement at you and fixing her glasses. “Oh gosh, that’s hilarious if you think I’m worried about that.”  

You widen your eyes, tilting your head. “What?” You stammer. “But, it’s worth like, twenty percent and I’m already two weeks late.” You stress. Marilyn squeezes to your hands, softening at your words.  

“There is no way I’m making you redo it after the day you’ve had, okay sweetie?”  

You part your lips, heart so heavy with love for her it stuns you. And you don’t really know what to do other than feel tears well in your eyes again, and suddenly your chest goes weightless and you dart forwards, wrapping Miss Thornhill in a hug, arms slinging over her shoulders.  

It forces her so close to you, you almost pull back as you feel her front pressed between your legs and brushing up against your thighs - and before you can die of embarrassment at how needy for her affection you feel, Miss Thornhill is making this noise of surprise at your action, a tender “Oh,” leaving her lips that feels like cotton candy inside your lungs. 

But then her arms are wrapping back around you.  

You feel her breath hitch as you bury into the soft spot of her neck, squeezing your eyes shut and holding tight. Marilyn holds back, hands soothing up and down your back as you cling to her.  

“It’s okay,” She coos, next to your ear and making you melt. 

“You’re okay.” Marilyn says softly. “I’m here.” 

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Locking In

(Funkinverse by @robovoidfrog)

After his failure to bring Bently Forceloyed into the Funkin' Society, Cam/Agent Blueballs returned to the HQ with a very nasty cut at his right eye.

Judith: Cam, what happened to you?

Cam: <Just a side-effect of failing to convince a -friend into our cause. I'll get over it.>

Judith: I really hope so. Lately, you've already been biting off more than you can chew with the later recruit attempts.

Cam: <Was Kenji successfully pulled back out of Earth-923 after his recruitment attempt was disrupted?>

Judith: Yes. He's back in the HQ now. What do you plan on doing about the bigger uprising against us?

Cam: <Wherever Salty's ended up in the multiverse, they'll be trying to track him down before The X reaches his dimension to instigate the canon event. We still need to put a stop to that threat before he spirals even further out of control.>

He approached Kenji sat down at a chair.

Cam: <What's been the more recent updates on the recruits?>

Judith didn't want to bring up how she didn't recruit Bidu (Arrow Funk BF) into the Society, so she just skipped to the worse news for them.

Judith: B3 and Lexi Robin both left the Society today and disconnected their watches, and Leo has been left unsure about what's going to happen next.

Cam: <Kenji?>

Kenji: Yeah, I'm back, after a close encounter against that Goatfriend. Man, I definitely bit off more than I could chew for that scene. I mean, then again, it gave me some more time to think about my past...

Cam: <Could you cool it with the reminiscing right now? We've already had to rescue you after you got in trouble twice; first with Gracie throwing you into a rift without your watch, then your really disgraceful failure in trying to bring BluBuni into our cause.>

Kenji: I know, man. We got sidetracked, but I promise we'll make it work this time.

Cam: <That'd better be the case, Tensei. Now, the kid who knocked you unconscious before is of similar lineage to you. An angel, having a pop star as a family member. However, he refused to ally with us and is actively rebelling against us. While we track down Salty, I want you to track down Ben and his cohorts and stop them from finding this HQ, or worse, disrupting the canon. If Gracie and Ben's groups cross paths, then you will need immediate backup. Got it?>

Kenji: Another angel? ...

Kenji's eyes lit up, recognising this was now serious business he had to treat correctly, especially with an enemy potentially on the same wavelength of power as him.

Kenji: I will not fail you.

Cam: <Good. Search any dimension available for the groups, and do NOT let them fulfil their goals.>

Kenji headed out to track down Benjamin.

Judith: What do we do about Salty when we do uncover what universe he's at?

Cam: <Erasing Salty won't fix the problem; it'll only silence the symptom. If we're going to halt The X's rise to power, we must address the cause.>

He started walking off.

Judith: There's something else I must tell you.

He stopped.

Judith: Earth-1003 experienced a canon disruption, but hasn't collapsed in on itself.

Cam: <It's bound to do so sooner or later. Don't assume it'll get better thanks to one change in that Earth's continuity.>

Judith: ... XML also turned against us, and the watches that both rogue teams are carrying were not made by us.

Cam: Oh, for...! <I should've known. That lavender scumbag was doing this all under our noses and left at the last minute. Now I've got some explanation for how they're able to travel between dimensions, even though I had cut off Gracie's watch before. Let's just cut right to the chase and only intervene if absolutely necessary. For now, our attention's on disrupting The X's flow of power and stopping Salty from breaking his upcoming canon event. Is there any update on if The X was caught or not?>

Judith: Cam, I... Our focus has been solely implanted on Salty so much that The X has been causing trouble unimpeded. His threat level as it stands could endanger the entire multiverse. Fever and Serial Designation B's group have already been severely injured from the attempt to stop him themselves!

Cam: <Then how many -friends is it going to take to stop him?>

Judith: I-. It might need everything we've got! If we're going to be doing ANY more recruiting, it needs to be for the sole purpose of putting a stop to The X. We need to be willing to do the right thing.

Cam: <We ARE doing the right thing, Judith...>

Judith: By giving a multiversal threat leeway to destroy it all? This is one situation I'm not sitting out on.

Cam: <Judith, we are NOT recruiting that kid from Earth-25219. He's an anomaly in pure nature, like his original version linked to Earth-111723 is.>

Judith: Look, I get your view on anomalies, but millions of people will be in grave danger if we keep sitting on the wayside.

Cam clenched his fist and glared at her, his injured eye in full focus.

Cam: What did I tell you, Judith? Do not question my authority.

She gulped in worry.

Judith: Y-Yes, sir.

Cam: <Now, let's go.>

They departed both to track down Salty and to find a way to stop The X, as Softie watched secretly from a safe distance.

Softie: There's too much at stake right now. I'm gonna go find Romantic and negotiate what we're gonna do about this freak. I just hope Pico's alright back home.

He headed back downstairs.

[romana-after-dark]

But what if Lorenzo was in ROF? Hmm? What if he was Santi's second cousin? What if I got to kiss him?

(I'm so sorry)

What if???

NON CANON NON CANON NON CANON NON CANON

(This is mostly a crack fic, both The Wrong Way where Lorenzo comes from and Room's on Fire are post-apocalyptic, and ROF is not TLOU universe, there's no indication that ROF had zombies. And lets say Lorenzo and Zach aren't committed at this point. Don't think too hard on it all.)

Lorenzo was visiting his second cousin, Santiago. He heard he had a wife now and also husbands??? His side of the family was always a bit strange.

So his cousin was a cult leader! Lorenzo worked for a raider who had kidnapped a 20 year old

Well, this girl was 22 but she at least seemed to be there willingly.

"And then she'll have a child and he'll bring peace on earth." Santi explained over dinner, his wife sitting next to him. She was pretty, but Lorenzo didn't quite grasp why Santiago would want her when he had a slew of stunning men around him. At his right was his right handman, Francisco who he seemed more handsy than with his wife.

"Uh huh, right, that's crazy, man." Lorenzo wasn't really listening, he was too busy eyeing their guardsman. Jonah, he heard Will say. Older, crazy cheekbones, greying brown hair, and a cocky sway to his hips Lorenzo liked. He wondered if Jonah was gay. He'd find out.

Madonna was nodding along, looking up at her husband as he spoke and smiling. At the very least she seemed excited.

After a while, Madonna retired to her painting room to 'Allow the men some time alone', and Lorenzo and the guys went to the parlor for drinks. Francisco asked if Lorenzo smoked and when Lorenzo said yes, he gave him a blunt. The night was fun, minus Ben, Will and Santi bragging about their sexual escapades with Madonna. Lorenzo was more interested in whatever the hell was happening between the four men. Natural chemistry was radiating off Francisco and Ben, and Santi was clearly also eyeing Will, but nothing really compared to how much the focus was on Madonna. Funny, the world could end but straight relationships were still prioritized.

Leaving to go to the bathroom, Lorenzo ran into Madonna crying a tray of snacks.

When the tray fell, cheese and crackers scattering on the floor, the disappointment in her face reminded him of the young girl at his home.

"Hey" He spoke, helping her clean up. "Don't worry about it."

Unlike the girl, she didn't cry, she just seemed frustrated.

"This always happens." She mutters.

"What does?"

Madonna sighs. "I can't seem to get this right" She shakes her head.

Lorenzo was still confused. "What's this?"

She stops, knelt down at the floor with her pretty dress across her legs. "Being a wife. It hasn't really... come easily."

The girl and Madonna had similarities. Their youth, passivity, femininity, but there are differences. These things come easy to the girl, as soon as she had freedom she took care of Joel and Tommy, and even Lorenzo and Jack. "Sweetheart, you're doing great. I ran into you. Here, let's just..." He put the cheese, meat and crackers on the tray, reorganizing them with the garnish. "Bring this to them, I won't say a thing."

She looked at him hesitantly. "But, they were on the floor..."

"It's mostly the crackers on the floor, it'll be fine. Where I live, I've had to each much worse to survive. I promise they'll be okay."

Madonna looked at him, nervous but she acquiesced. "Okay... yeah, okay..."

She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. Lorenzo helped her up, straightened her dress and hair and let her go happily, excited to care for her husbands. As she walked away, a skip back in her step, Lorenzo wondered where she fit into this world. It seemed like she was almost a pawn. The four men had decades of life before her, and goddamn how many of them were sucking dick? She was only 22, how could she possibly navigate this world and complexities?

Lorenzo shook it all off. He had one young girl he had to keep alive already, he just hoped Madonna had enough people around her.

Speaking of which...

Lorenzo noticed how Jonah hovered over her, how she looked to him for reassurance. He seemed fatherly to her.

Lorenzo went to the bathroom and then went to find Jonah. He wondered, in a household of much more open sexuality, where Jonah laid on that spectrum...

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Anyway IDK I just liked this

Jonah isn't necessarily gay or bi in canon, but I thought Fen would enjoy the idea of them fucking

I LOVE YOU FEN!!!!!

[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 22

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Matt and Foggy gear up for court while you continue to help Karen behind the scenes

"When's the trial set?" Alice asked while the two of you finished doing inventory of your rig for the next shift coming in. "Jury selection was today. I'm headed to their office as soon as I get off" you replied double checking the narcan to ensure there was enough. 

 Alice was quiet for a moment so you glanced over at her "Spill Alice. I know there's something bouncing around your head begging to escape" she let out a harsh breath seeming to struggle with what she wanted to say next or the wording at least "Y/N I just want to make sure you're safe. I mean.." Her voice lowered to a whisper and she leaned across the gurney as if she was worried someone walking by the ambulance in the bay may overhear what she was going to say next.

You leaned forward instinctively before she continued in a whisper "Apparently you were right all along. There was a lot more to that day than was told publicly. If Frank doesn't want you testifying there's a reason and as your friend and partner I feel like I need to give voice to the concern of whoever was behind that day figuring out what you know or suspect and coming after you. I know you want to be there for Frank, I get it but what do you think it'll do to him if he loses you to whatever this is? What do you think it would do to me, Kenzie and Curtis?" 

What were you supposed to say? That you weren't worried about just that? Hell that would be a lie. You knew that at any given time whoever was behind the enormous cover up could find you through the same channels Karen had even before Foggy and Matt told her who you were. You knew that no matter the fear that you couldn't exactly cower either that wasn't who you were.

You also couldn't exactly tell her that one of Frank's lawyers was none other than daredevil either and that gave you some extra security at least while in his presence. Add that to the list of things you had to keep tight to your chest.

So you went with the only card you had to play "I'm going by what Frank asked of me. I'm keeping my face out of the public spotlight. Karen, Matt and Foggy are the faces. I'm behind the scenes where I have promised you, Frank and Curt I will remain. You're not getting rid of me that easily babe" 

She smiled softly "Good. I'd hate to have to break in a new partner and there's no one on earth like you" you started to say the same about her but when she added "Promise me you'll start carrying that gun when you aren't on shift. I know he made sure you can handle it" you cracked a small smile "Yes ma'am. I promise"

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When Kenzie came to pick Alice up you knew it was lost cause telling the two of them that you could walk home then take a cab to the law firm. 

They insisted on driving you to your apartment to change into street clothes and then drove you to the law firm as well.  When you started to climb out the car Alice cleared her throat and nodded to your bag. You knew what she was asking so you patted it. "I'll call one of you later ok? I promise" "stay safe sweetie" Kenzie said with a smile and Alice added "We love you"

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When you walked through the doors of the office Foggy leaned out from the conference room "Y/N you may as well join us and give an opinion" you weren't surprised that you'd yet again caught Foggy mid sentence yet he was acting as if you'd been there the entire time. He had a habit of doing that but you hadn't known him long enough to tell if it was just with you or an everybody type of thing.

You smiled at Karen and told Matt hello as you took a seat next to Foggy. "Ok what am I giving an opinion on?" Karen and Foggy exchanged a look when Matt spoke up to say "Will Frank agree to an insanity plea?" 

You didn't try to stop the laugh that bubbled from your lips. Karen looked a bit confused, Foggy looked flustered and Matt seemed just slightly amused.

You knew staring down a normal blind man wouldn't do any good but something told you Matt could tell how ridiculous you found that suggestion "Look I'll be honest if I thought it'd keep him out of prison I've got a friend whose a psychiatrist but Frank's not gonna agree to that. He wasn't out of his mind. He knew who he was going after and he knew why. I just don't think he's gonna say yes but please by all means if you think it'll help him chase that lead. I'm pretty much here just to tell you about who the real Frank is and to help dig through case files"

Matt nodded then scratched at the back of his neck "Well since you're here Y/N can you think of anyone Frank would let us put on the witness stand?" You knew he didn't want you or Curtis anywhere near the courthouse, not that you could testify to any ptsd defense considering you only knew half stories of what had went down overseas.

Billy's name popped into your head but you shoved it down, if he had wanted to help he would've already offered it before now. "His commanding officer is still alive? Schoonover I don't remember his first name. He'd testify as a character witness for Frank and could speak as to what went down when Frank was awarded the Navy cross" 

Karen scribbled a note down then smiled across the table at you "That's good Y/N" then she cut her eyes at Foggy "I'll go talk to Frank. Bring up the ptsd and insanity plea and also get Schoonover's first name" Foggy nodded at her then motioned to you "Look over these questions before they're took to Frank?" You stood to follow him into his office.

You glanced over the questions and shrugged "I don't see why he'd have trouble answering any. I mean his memory is still a little off from the bullet to the head but Foggy Frank's not a bad guy. He's not a psychopath" he took the notepad back from you and stared down at it for a moment before he finally met your eyes "You feel like hanging around? Give me some of the insight on Frank that you've given Karen?"

You let a small smile slip onto your face. Something told you Foggy wouldn't go down in a courtroom without one hell of a fight "Of course"

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You were sitting cross legged on the floor by Foggy's desk. Matt had left on some errand or another, you and Foggy both knew it was something vigilante related.

You had been going over the photos from multiple different crime scenes. They were the men who had ripped Maria and the kids from the world. You honestly didn't care if they were dead but what had caught your attention was the x-ray of Frank's head.

You'd known he got shot that day, had even seen the scar one of the many nights you patched him up yet seeing the hole in his skull hit you differently. 

Karen had joined the two of you with takeout and was sitting across the room. She'd gotten Schoonover's first name but Frank had said exactly what you expected, no ptsd plea. He'd also sent a message back by her telling you to stay as far away from the trial as you could or he'd refuse representation.

The three of you had been working for hours in silence. Foggy's best idea for a line of defense was to find some way to bring the altered medical examiner's reports into evidence although it appeared any record of the so called ashes you'd been given had been wiped from any record.

"What was he like? I mean before the mass murderery Frank?" Foggy asked and when you cut your eyes up at him he shrugged "Sorry I meant before his family, your family was slaughtered?" You laid the x-ray down and pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth.

Karen saw the real Frank somehow she grasped who he really was and Matt had fought alongside Frank. While Foggy had said there may be a chance if the cover up involving the massacre could be brought to the light you knew you needed to help him see the Frank you knew, the Frank Karen somehow had seen under the rough exterior of the punisher.

"Frank the day I met him was sitting under a tree, strumming a guitar and singing" Karen cracked a broad smile and Foggy looked genuinely shocked "Singing? Was he any good?"

You laughed thinking back to that day long ago "God he was horrible but the moment his eyes met Maria's I saw the spark there. When she got pregnant three months into them dating he stepped up, no hesitation whatever. I was a stray Maria and her family had chosen to take in, Frank was no different he took me as a little sister. That man was one of the best fathers I've even seen. He beat himself up a lot for being gone but when he got stateside god you would've thought it was every holiday rolled into one. He was an amazing husband. He always would call me when he was gone to double check on Maria to make sure she was ok. And it wasn't just Maria and the kids. He was always there for me" you could feel tears threatening to escape your eyes but took a deep breath and continued;

"He'd back me up when I needed it and support me when he knew I could handle it on my own. Frank is and will always be the type of man who'd lay his life down to save innocent lives. He loves with everything he has. The day everything happened I was supposed to go with them, I should've been there. Frank is a trained marine lieutenant. He's handled himself in so many war zones but look at that x-ray. He let himself be shot and you know why? He was holding his daughter in his arms while everything that was her spilled out onto the ground. He wanted to die and the damn universe wouldn't grant him that. He woke up to a world with his family gone and the people who had taken them alive. Hell he's still protecting me by not letting me testify. He's not a murderer he's just a man who's went through hell and is still enduring it every second"

You closed your eyes for a moment trying to compose yourself and when you opened them both Foggy and Karen were staring at you. "What?" "Damn I would love to have you on the witness stand" he admitted which made you and Karen shake your heads.  "No I just meant you know him so well. I mean I get we don't want your life at risk and damn sure can't trust the district attorney but we somehow have to make the jury feel about Frank the way you just described him"

You shrugged and wiped your eyes "Well Mr Nelson I believe that's your job sir. I'm just a paramedic" "Thanks for the vote of confidence Y/N" he replied with an eye roll but the slight smile also told you that your words had an effect on him.

By the time all of you headed out the office to go towards your separate apartments it was leaning closer to morning than night. "Sure you two will be ok?" Foggy asked as you hailed a cab. You smiled at his concern.

"We live a block apart Foggy. We'll be ok I promise" "Yeah don't worry about us" Karen added with a smile.Once the two of you were in the cab a silence fell between you. There were so many questions you wanted to ask her but you didn't want to push. 

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When the cab stopped in front of her building you climbed out with her. "You're walking the other block? This time of night?" She asked and you shrugged "I'll be ok. I can handle myself pretty well" she eyed your bag for a second "Yeah I make sure I don't leave home without mine either"

You realized what she meant and smiled "Frank taught me ages ago" "Goodnight Y/N. I'll talk to you tomorrow" "Night Karen" she started to walk up the steps into her building but you stopped her by calling her name "Yeah?" She asked and you were once again struck with not wanting to over step but also wanting answers "Why do you believe in Frank so much? I mean I know why I'm standing behind him but you have every reason to have believed what the public has built him up to be"

She stood there stoic for a moment and you kicked yourself for apparently hitting a nerve but right when you were about to apologize she said "I don't think he's a monster because he's done things that could be seen as monstrous. I've seen him talk about his wife and kids, the way he talks about you, how he wanted to make sure I knew I wasn't in danger that night at the hospital. It's like you said he's just a man who's been through hell and I like you want to see him make it to the other side"

You knew you should let it go but maybe it was years spent in and out of Curtis' group meetings and hanging out with Kenzie but you felt like there was something more that Karen desperately needed to get off her chest "What happened Karen? I mean to you?"

She half smiled then said "After the trial is over I'll buy the drinks and we can have one night of spilling our trauma all over each other but for now we both need as clear heads as possible for Frank" you nodded then smiled "I'm sorry if I overstepped. One friend is a counselor and the other is a psychiatrist"

"Not at all. I know you wouldn't judge anything I have to say. You're someone who can be trusted. I knew that from the moment I met you" you felt the same about her so you simply said "Well goodnight. I'll send a text when I'm home so you know I wasn't snatched off the street or anything"

"You have a warped sense of humor you know that?" She asked with a laugh so you replied "You'll grow to love that about me" she headed inside so you turned to head to your apartment lost in thought over the trial starting but also keeping observant of your surroundings.

Once you got home you texted Karen you'd made it then texted Alice so she wouldn't worry. You knew you shouldn't but you had plans to catch a few hours then pop into the courthouse the next morning to at least catch opening statements. You'd be working when all the actual testimonies started but you could at least see who got the stronger start and get a peek at Frank to see how he was healing.

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

[cr1mson5returns]

Leaves (Drabble)

(Hello, have this.....thing that's been buzzing about in my head all day. I don't know where it came from but I'm making it everyone's problem. Under a cut for blood and canon-typical violence.)

Bart's eyes were open. That was kind of new, actually.

He could see the sunlight beyond the tree limbs high above him, heard leaves crunch beneath his arms when he moved. Distant shouts and battleground noise reached his ears. Oh, right. Mission. He pulled his arms closer to his midsection and made to prop himself on his elbows. A gloved hand gripped his left shoulder, hard, and pushed him back down.

"Do not move. I'm so serious right now."

Bart blinked. "Red?"

Tim moved into his field of vision then, all tousled, dark hair and worried eyes. His lower lip was split but scabbed over already, a rather impressive bruise forming on his left cheek just beneath a damaged spot on his domino mask. "Yeah, I'm here," he said, and his tone was clipped. "Just don't move, okay?"

He'd gone back to...wherever he came from before Bart could work up a response. The feeling was starting to return to Bart's legs, ever so slowly, and he realized they were angled a bit awkwardly where they lay. The sensations came back a bit at a time, in no particular order. His arms were heavy for some reason, his head hurt, and -

"Fuck!" Bart cried out, his body involuntarily curling on itself with the sudden realization that oh, actually, his gut was on fire. Tim's hand was pushing him down again, heedless of the pained sounds making their way past clenched teeth.

"You have to stay still," Tim commanded, and it wasn't his Red Robin voice, either. It was just Tim, angry and frightened. "I've got pressure on the wound but help is still far away. The more you move, the more blood you lose. Got it?"

Bart made a noise that could've passed for a dying goose. He didn't remember ever hurting like this before, not even - a bullet in his kneecap wasn't even this bad. Trembling ever so slightly, he moved to crane his neck, to lift his throbbing head and get a glimpse of the wound.

Tim's hand shoved at his forehead then, and Bart's head hit the ground roughly. "God, will you just stay still?" Tim snapped. "It's not going to help you to look at it, it'll just make you feel worse!"

Bart huffed. "I'm a big boy," he grunted.

"Yeah, well, I'm also all you've got right now and I can't keep you from bleeding out and stop a panic attack at the same time."

"What makes you....think I'll panic?"

Tim didn't answer. The leaves crunched again as he shifted his weight on his knees. Bart couldn't tell if the pressure on his stomach changed. Everything just hurt, fiery pain shooting through every muscle and vein and creeping its way across his torso. At long last, Tim spoke up again. "I don't actually know where S and Wondy are," he admitted. "Lost track of them ages ago. Otherwise I'd have one of them fly you out of here."

Bart blinked again. The breeze was cold on his forehead, where Tim's gloved hand had made contact. The puzzle-solving moment of understanding that came felt belated, even if it was realistically only a few seconds after Tim spoke. The gloves were bloody. "Eh," Bart said, more breathless than he would've liked, "they'll turn up. Besides, you're...medically trained. All that stuff."

Tim's face reentered Bart's vision at that. "If you make me use CPR on you, I'll change all your profile pictures to Cocomelon."

Bart huffed again. "You'll try."

[a-tale-of-legends]

Okay I had an idea.

In their search to find Kiran, Danica , Barry and Zora ( Kiran's little sister), with the help of Volo, stumbles across something that can potentially help them find Kiran. Before they could, however, something happens. Just as Danica is about to touch this item,Silver with Celebi besides him bursts into the scene, yelling at them to stop- but it was too late. Time slows down, and Dialga's Roar of Time is heard by all ears. And everything turns white

Barry, Zora and Silver all wake up in a familiar yet unfamiliar place. The surrounding area is absolutely horrific, decay and darkness all around. Barry and Zora are rightfully confused, especially when Danica and Volo are nowhere to be found. Silver, however, has some answers.

The place that they are in is a Doomed Future. One that was caused when Danica was about to touch whatever it was that would hypothetically help the group find Kiran. Silver doesn't know all the details though, but he knew he had to stop this future from happening. Zora points out that they could easily just go back to where they were before with Celebi,which is true but. Celebi isn't with them either. And Silver can't sense it, nor is his powers working. So to put it simply, they're stuck until they find Celebi or another method to get back home. And thus begins their quest in this horrid world.

To cut right to the chase: this Doomed Future was not caused by Cyrus, as Barry would have believed. It was created by Danica and Volo. When Danica touched and used the item they found, Barry and Zora disappeared. Alongside that, Zero ( who probably would have been with Volo btw) crumbled into dust right before him. Volo has changed a lot throughout the years he spent traveling the earth. He has changed for the better. But at that moment, he threw it all out the window. No matter what he does, the gods always punish him. Rip the one he loves right out of his arms again. He's so tired. He's so angry. As for Danica....she lost them all. Her most beloved friends. Two of them right before her eyes. She was completely alone. She couldn't take it. She couldn't.

Now they tried to get them back. They really did. They begged and pleaded but came up with nothing. So they decided to just bring it all down. And that's how this doomed future came to be. Danica was its Queen. Danica has Celebi. So the group knows what to do.

Fast forwarding again, they defeat Danica thanks to Zora ( arceus blood), make the Doomed Future not so Doomed, and get Celebi to get the fuck out of there. This doesn't take as long as pla does. In fact, for Barry, Zora and Silver, it's just a matter of days( thanks Barry) and for Danica and Volo in the present time, it's literally a few second( time did stop lol).

Side note: Silver is progressively getting worse throughout their journey. Somehow, whatever is being done to Celebi by Queen Danica is affecting him, so these three are really on a tense clock to fix shit, or else Silver fucking dies.

And that's the idea! No clue if it'll be canon or not! Also just saying this now, this entire thing was inspired by pokemon Rejuvenation and pokemon explorers of time!

[legendofmorons]

How to get adopted in ten steps (or less!) - Part three

Pairing: Chain & oc

Rating : G

Summary: Myrah takes time to reassure Wild and Legend separately, and for better or worse she shares some tea with the latter. Legend still doesn't kn ow what to make of the woman and it bothers him.

Warnings: spying,

Other: For lack of any canon material to help I've made certain words for the Gerudo language, 'Kiventa' is equivalent to 'dear one' or 'darling' used for friends, family, and lovers alike.

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Legend doesn't trust strangers. He sure as he'll dosen’t trust Myrah who claims to he over a centuries old despite looking maybe twenty.

So, obviously, snooping is the answer. With all the others in their rooms for the night Legend goes to see what Myrah and Wild are talking about in her house during the nights.

Settled outside the open window, Legend watches and listens.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're more than just your destiny? When will you believe me?" Myrah asks, sitting at the kitchen table with a tired expression.

Wild shakes his head, firelight from the fireplace on the back wall dances across his feature. "I'm the chosen Hero."

"No. You're Link. You are a stubborn boy with a good heart."

"Myrah." Wild says, his own voice tired.

"Look, do you have the hero's spirit? Yes. Are you the best cook I've ever known? Also yes."

"Myrah I don't even remember my family. I'm just the hero."

Myrah pulls the most exhausted disappointed look Legend has seen on anyone except Time. And honestly- this comes pretty close.

"Link, if I could actually shake sense into you I would."

"Thanks. I feel the love."

"Good, because I do love you. But you're the most stubborn person I've ever known."

"That tracks."

"You are more than just Hylia's hero. You're a great cook, a good archer, a hell of a friend, and one of the most genuinely kind people I've ever met."

"Thanks." Wild says, ducking his head away from Myrah. His own heart swelling at the ride.

Legend - He may not feel trusting or even hopeful about Myrah, but he can appreciate the way she speaks to Wild. The soft affirmation is always welcome to the others.

"Anytime. You know I'm always here for you."

"I know... But don't you miss him?"

"Who?"

"Who I used to be?"

"Yes and no." Myrah says with a sad smile, "I miss him because I grew up with him. But I lost you to being a knight too. You're more like the boy I grew up with than he was."

Wild looks up, eyes widening and a surprised sound leaving his throat. "I am?"

"You are."

"How?"

"We used to chase frogs and fish in the stream... You know you're the one who taught me to make a grass whistle first?"

"Oh."

"I wish I could get the others to understand that they're more than just the chosen heroes too."

Legend nearly chokes. This woman is something else.

"You know they won't. "

"They might... It'll take a lot but there's was a time not too long ago I thought all I could ever be was a warrior, a weapon."

"You know that's not true.

"I didn't used to."

"Myrah," Wild starts, only to fall silent. What does he even say.

"The weight each of you puts on your own shoulders rivals that of your destiny. You all bear too much shame and guilt."

"I know."

"I hope you do."

Myrah turns her gaze to the window Legend is spying into, and she holds his gaze. Silent as she stares right back.

She saw him. Oh Wild is gonna be so mad. This is-

Myrah turns her gaze away, back to Wild.

Maybe she didn't see Legnd? That would be good.

"Go rest, you look exhausted, kiventa."

Wild just nods, standing with little else in response as he goes to the guest bedroom. Though based on watching the two Legend would guess the guest bedroom is really just Wild's.

Legend has no clue what the foreign word means, but it sounds gentle enough.

After Wild shuts the door Myrah stands, walking towards her stove and starting the kettle.

Without even looking to him again she says, "You can come out, Legend."

"What-"

"I admire how much you care for them." She says, "I'm happy to answer your questions. "

"Aren't you mad?"

"No. I'm not blind to the intimidation I exude. I don't try to be scary but many think I am."

"I- what?"

"Come inside it's going to be cold outside soon."

Legend would argue, or go back to the inn. But he can't ignore his curiosity about the woman. She's ridiculously tall, her hair is something like fire the way it fades from red to blonde.

Her eyes are like actual gold.

And supposedly she's older than Wild.

So he caves, choosing not to sneak back into the room he shares with Warriors.

He goes around the house and comes through the door.

She's pulled down two mugs, "I hope you like mint tea."

"Mint- isn't that the best way to hide a sleep potion?"

"I'm not going to do that, you're welcome to watch me make them."

Legend dosen’t trust her. But she also hasn't lied out right yet either.

He dosen’t really wanna piss off the seven-foot-fuck-off tall woman who was trained to be a warrior.

"I believe you." He says.

Myrah throws a smile over her shoulder at him, "You're smart to be cautious. Not everyone is good."

"That's not reassuring."

"I guess not. Tell me, what was your time like?"

"A lot of woods. People were nice enough."

"Hm, sounds pretty."

"Yeah."

"You don't trust people often, do you?" Myrah asks as she starts putting tea leaves in a holder before dropping one into each mug.

"Why should I? You said it yourself, a lot of people aren't good."

Myrah laughs, warm and bright and soft all at once. "A lot of people are good. A lot of people aren't..."

"Obviously. What are you, a glass half full person?"

"No. I'm more of a knock the glass over and choose last second kind of person."

"That makes no sense."

"I've been told that a lot."

"Wind is pretty fond of you. Why?"

Myrah pours the boiling water into the mugs as she answers, not missing a beat. "It might be that I don't treat him like a kid. A lot of people do, if I were to guess."

"We don't-"

"You all protect him most. Don't think I didn't notice how you all tried to stay between me and Wind the first time."

'You-"

"I've lived a long time, but before everything happened I was supposed to be a royal knight- to protect the princess with Link. I know what it looks like to keep someone away."

"You're something else."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"I don't mean it as one."

"That's okay. I've lived to long to care what the youth think of me anyways."

"You do know you look like- maybe twenty. Right?"

"I know."

"Okay then."

Myrah sets out creamer and sugar before bringing the cups older. She seems unbothered by legend. His words and presence almost seem of no consequence to her.

Once he's pulled a mug towards him and added a lot of sugar, he looks at her.

"You know we don't trust you. Don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"Then why do you keep trying to be nice to us?"

Myrah lets out a slow breath, and she meets Legend's eyes slowly. When she speaks she's quieter and more unsteady. "You have all taken in Wild... I- I will always take care of those Wild cares for. He's my family, which means his family is worth taking care of."

"That's-"

"Probably silly?" Myrah suggests, forcing a smile, 'I know."

"You really care about us just cause Wild does?"

"Yeah... I do. And I'm thankful to you all for looking out for him. He's always been reckless with his own life. He never understood how much he meant to others."

"You don't say."

She sits, looking a lot less lively than usual. Something is obviously bothering her.

Legend can't bring himself to ask though.

"You know, I meant what I said to Wild... You all carry far more than you need to."

He blinks, a little startled that she wasn't just saying it for Wild's sake.

"Maybe."

"The fact that you've all defeated Ganon- more than once for some of you... It really is miraculous. "

"It's our job."

"I know. But trust me, not many people would try to fight if you didn't. "

"I guess you'd know."

She just smiles, something almost vicious lights in her eyes. "I do."

Legend can't stand this, so he figures he might as well just ask her what in the name of Hylia she wants from them.

She probably won't kill him.

"Okay, seriously... What do you want from us? "

"To help. As much as I can. I don't necessarily know what you're chasing, or your pasts.... But I do know you are all lacking your flame."

"You know about that?"

"I am one. Other wise I'm pretty sure I'd have died several times over the years."

"So you just want to help? Out of the goodness of your heart?"

Legend knows how sparky he sounds.

"Yes. But if I'm being honest, part of it is to keep Wild safe. But I'd also help you guys anyways."

"That's real stupid."

"I don't expect any of you to suddenly trust me. But I hope you fan believe me when I tell you that I am going with you."

Myrah's eyes are hardened as she says that. Her voice steady and stern. She sounds so sure- and she's just unknown enough Legend can't fund it in himself to call her bluff.

He doesn't know who in their right mind woud want to join the chosen heroes but whatever.

"I'm sure you are."

She just laughs, shaking her head as her stern face falls.

She sips some more of her tea, seeming to relax just a little.

Legend finally give in and tries the tea. It's minty, but not too strong. It's soothing and almost like a hug from someone long gone.

"What blend is this?" Legend asks, putting aside his pride in the interest if tea that might actually help soothe the nerves of the group.

Myrah smiles, setting her mug down gently. "I never did get a solid name for it, but Wild's mom taught me."

"His mother?"

"Yes. She was a remarkable woman."

"It's hard to believe you're old. You seem so young."

"I try to be, it's real weird when someone who looks twenty acts super old."

"Yeah..."

"I'm happy to teach you the tea blend. There are others you might like- though I've never had the magic skill that Thea and my mom had."

"Thea?"

"Right. Sorry. Thea is Alethea, Wild's mom."

"She had a skill for magic?"

"Most oracles do. You might actually be able to recreate her recipes, you and Hyrule both seem magically inclined."

"Huh. I mean, maybe."

"I have to go to my nephew's house tomorrow, you're all welcome to come."

"I thought you only had a niece. Where does-"

"Adopted family." Myrah says with a smile.

Legend notices the slight strain in her voice, barley there. Itself not quite true, close. She's good. Real good.

"Sure."

"You'll understand when you see them." She says, obviously aware she'd been caught."

"Maybe."

[rappaccini]

how would you handle Gwen's arc in btsv?

oh like. dream scenario, while also keeping everything in itsv and atsv? okay.

(i understand this won't happen, btw. this is all self-indulgent, which is why this post is so damn long.)

first, gwen's arc in the spiderverse movies is about opening up to people.

she starts itsv alone and isolated, meets other people like her for the first time, and ends having made her first friend since peter died.

she spends atsv opening up to and embracing the male figures in her life (miles, hobie, her father).

in beyond, she has to embrace the female ones: jessica, margo, and herself*. (yes her bond with margo is Barely There but its not my fault the writers shat the bed with giving gwen stronger female friendships)

it's also about guilt over peter's death, and more broadly, gwen having survivor's guilt over being the wrong person who became the hero. (... much like how miles is definitely going to grapple with being the 'wrong miles' who got spider-powers)

typically, gwen stacy doesn't get to be the hero. she gets to be the girlfriend. sv gwen is a gwen who swapped places with the boy who is usually meant to be the hero... and nothing has gone right.

gwen, who knows about her death canon event, should also know that peter is usually spider-man, and that gwen is usually not. and given that peter's death ruins everything for her (his death is the catalyst for her isolation, her ruined reputation, her family situation crumbling, her running away), there's no way she wouldn't feel like there was a mistake.

and in atsv, gwen fails at being a hero. her friend is killed, she abandons the world she's meant to protect, she helps the society endanger miles and his father.

and since she ends across by putting on miles's sweatshirt aka accepting her role as his love interest (gag)... she's switching back. she tried to be a hero, she tried to make her story hers, and all it did was get people hurt, so now she's going to give up, be the gwen stacy, be miles's love interest who centers him above all else, and 'redeem' herself for stepping out of her initial role by not fighting what that'll mean for her. again, gag.

and gwen treats miles like a second chance at 'fixing' the peter mistake: if she can protect this kind, sensitive, nerdy boy from people who want to hurt him, keep him alive, and be his girlfriend, then she can forgive herself for failing the first time. and, she can step back, be the love interest, and 'fix' the mistake of ever prioritizing herself over him in the first place. gag.

in beyond, she needs to let go of her guilt and recommit to being a hero for her own sake.

and to do that, we have to dismantle gwiles.

literally no matter how well executed and squeaky clean they are, the ship is fundamentally going to turn gwen into the Hero's Girlfriend, and she can never be that again. gwen cannot end up with miles or that'll set her character back forty years, but with a fresh coat of paint over it. it'll be even worse because spiderverse gwen is the one the general public will remember. if she's The Girlfriend here, that'll ripple out everywhere for years.

reframe the whole situation as the both of them idealizing the other, and make btsv the movie where they let that go, fall out of love, and learn to see each other as friends again.

miles accepts that gwen is a flawed person who cannot help him with his problems, and that he doesn't need her to feel good about himself.

gwen accepts that miles does not need her protection, she doesn't need to repeat the peter-65 disaster to redeem herself, and she deserves to live and have a story that centers her and not the boy who likes her.

they don't need to love each other. they need to love themselves.

and it's okay for them to move on from their first loves. the whole fantasy of ~saving gwen stacy~ is about never having to move on. they have to or they'll never grow up.

*to bring that home: give gwen a moment with an alternate self in a parallel to miles and 42-miles (even better if her alt self is initially frightening or villainous looking, like 42-miles), where she can get the same catharsis he will.

next: deconstruct the idea that miles, as the main character, is the only exception to canon

the thing that gets gwen killed in the first place is the idea that the male protagonist is inherently more special than everyone else. he's the only one who can save us and his wants should be granted to him by the universe as a reward. and everyone else is here to reinforce that specialness, including his girlfriend, who dies to make him look noble for trying to save her, or lives to make him look impressive for being able to do it.

miles is the main hero of a comic book story. he is the spider-man of this trilogy. he is a part of that tradition. he wants everything associated with it... but just because he wants it doesn't mean it would be good for him to get it. wanting his father to live =/= wanting a girl he barely knows to be his love interest even if it'll hurt her.

miles ended atsv believing he was superior to the other spiders and that was why he could break canon. he still hasn't figured out that canon itself is the problem. he just thinks he's special enough to be the exception. we need to burst that bubble.

and since these are still His Movies, her arc has to feed back into his.

his development hinges on whether he understands that he isn't the exception, and whether he spreads that message to the other characters: everyone should be allowed to break canon and define their own destinies.... even if it means he won't get what he wants from them.

the way to do it is take the character he's most invested in, gwen, and have him choose to let go what he wants from her-- romance-- because he understands that her autonomy matters more.

and in doing so, he teaches her and everyone else that anyone can defy expectations and imagine a better future for themselves.

also: go all in on the love triangle.

hear me out: love triangles get a bad rep because they're usually written as wish fulfillment or drama fuel. and that's the issue with the miles-gwen-hobie love triangle in atsv: whose perspective are we seeing it from, and what story is being told?

miles's. it is about miles, wanting to prove himself superior to his rival so he can obtain the girl they're both interested in. which is the problem. it's wish fulfillment for all the guys who wish they could've gotten the cool girl to see how special he is.

because the focus needs to be on gwen, the center of the triangle. all that love triangles are when you boil it down is: which of these people will help the one in the middle become the person they need to be?

so: the boy who'll give gwen a cushy spot within his narrative as His Girlfriend? or the one who literally gave her everything she needed to make her own, and then stepped away to let her do it even if it meant she wouldn't be with him anymore?

add this to the gwiles dismantlement and you get: as gwen lets go of her infatuation with miles, and her need to fit into his narrative, she is now capable of choosing her own. instead of giving the Hero what he wants, she chooses what she needs.

yes, gwen could end this story single and it'd work just as well. but this is my delusion so let me have it.

(also: this subverts hobie's role as the disposable second guy in the love triangle, gives him a canon of his own to break and something tangible to want. it also humanizes him. we met spider-punk in across, let's meet hobie in beyond.)

it avoids the implication that gwen has to be alone forever to be her own hero, and still satisfies her atsv desire to be able to fall in love with spider-man without it ending in tragedy. she can, just not the one the audience expects it to be.

plus, it nullifies the argument gwiles shippers will make about an agenda against gwen and miles's romance because it's interracial. if gwen doesn't end up with miles because she gets with hobie, she still got with a black guy, so that argument loses any credibility.

putting it together in the most self-indulgent way:

act i:

gwen and company land in earth 42. they begin searching for miles. and get sidetracked on some sinister six side mission so miles has time to bond with his 42-family.

during this time, gwen is obsessed with finding, rescuing and apologizing to miles, and she wants to take him home to his family. in her mind, if she does this, she's a good person again, and she is so desperate to pull this off that she is taking unnecessary risks and not looking after herself. this is not a good thing.

(bring up her guilt over 65-peter's death. often.)

she has also. sigh. ~accepted her feelings for him.~ we'll get back to this. but for now, stomach gwen sighing over miles, and clutching his hoodie, and wishing she could prove herself worthy of him.

hobie sidebar: hobie is her closest confidante in the group, and there's a love triangle to resolve. he needs to be the person who notices that gwen is Not Okay, and is watching out for her. start building up the implication that no, their vibe isn't just platonic, and yes, hobie has genuine feelings for her, but gwen's keeping herself at a distance.

margo sidebar: gwen needs to start embracing the female characters in her life. start here with her and margo collaborating during the mission, and realizing they get along well and want to be friends.

we encounter 42-gwen at some point, either gwen herself or miles does. i don't know if she's gwenom (hate that gwen's symbiote would be treated as a monstrous or tragic alt version of her instead of the default spider-gwen, but if it works it works), or just a version of gwen who's dead already.

regardless, we need to start setting up the alt-gwens, and gwen's incoming canon event. so either gwen-42 is already dead, and miles and/or gwen learn this information and are unsettled by it... or gwen-42 is gwenom, and she's a miniboss during the sinister six confrontation or another complicated vigilante like the prowler who's initially mistaken to be a villain.

(.... we've had a peter b and a miles g. how about a gwen m. a gwenom.)

i would like to mention that 42-gwen would be 42-peter's age. so she would be a grown woman and not a romantic interest of 42-miles in any capacity. if you can only imagine a gwen stacy in a dystopian world where there is no spider-man in relation to being a ~dark edgy girlfriend for miles-42~ then respectfully, you need to get a better imagination.

end on: miles reunites with the group all on his own... and it turns out that he didn't need saving.

(ideally margo and hobie, the characters who helped him in the hq chase, are the ones who get through to him instead of gwen)

and gwen... doesn't know what to do with this. she thought miles would be helpless and vulnerable and in need of saving and her protection like peter, except he isn't. at all.

gwen wants to take him home to his parents right away... but he refuses. he wants to help 42-miles save his world from the sinister six cartel. (and since he doesn't know about the spot yet, he thinks there's time to do it)

act ii:

at the end of atsv, miles's rose-colored glasses view of gwen broke. she's not the perfect girl who'll make all his trauma, anxiety and loneliness vanish if he can just get to her. now that interacting with 42-aaron has helped miles let go of his guilt and deal with his trauma, and 42-miles has shown him how important it is that he stay with his community, he doesn't need her anymore.

so by the time gwen reunites with miles, ready to Be His Girlfriend... he's let go of his feelings for her.

but he doesn't totally get it yet.

which means when he sees her, without those rose-colored glasses, he's not going to be happy. after all, she did deceive him, and was complicit in the spider-society mess. he deserves to be upset about this.

so. gwen apologizes to miles... and he rebuffs her. but sure, he'll accept her help to take out the cartel to help 42-miles.

they do that.

after, he stays distant. sure, he'll go with the group to save his dad, but he's not going to kiss her and tell her everything's great again.

... and she doesn't want him to. her rose-colored glasses view of miles broke at the end of act i, when she realized he's far more competent than she ever gave him credit for. he's not the kid she knew in itsv. he was never 65-peter.

but she doesn't totally get it yet.

margo sidebar: make another nod to margo and miles's chemistry and connection. this time, there's no jealousy from gwen.

<halfway point> -- somehow, the group learns about the spot. we leave earth-42 and dimension-hop.

general note: miles continues to be cold to gwen. gwen continues to be... weird about him.

hobie sidebar: now that miles knows that hobie's a great guy who was never a rival and had his back during the society mess, and miles isn't such an insecure mess anymore, he starts to look at the gwen-hobie vibe in a new light that helps him realize that (like gwen did to him) he's completely failed to listen to or help her.

pav sidebar: we need to acknowledge that gayatri is his gwen.

pit stop on 138. on hobie's boat, we see all these little indications of gwen's time there. we learn about gwen-138, and how she died. gwen probably ducks out at this point. hobie follows her.

cue the other spiders, sans gwen, telling miles either here or at some point earlier in the story that gwen's death is a canon event. give us a montage of the deaths. peter b's, among others. and miles learns that this has been weighing on gwen the entire time.

he goes looking for her. she's outside talking to hobie.

i'm gonna pull a fast one here and recontextualize gwen's ~hobie's not like that~ to miles in atsv as "gwen's comphetting her way through her 'feelings' for peter and miles, but hobie was the real thing. she had it backwards, because she doesn't believe there are exceptions to the canon, and therefore she has to be with a peter or a miles even if she doesn't really want it, and since hobie already had and lost a gwen, she thinks it isn't possible for them to have feelings for each other."

so. they have a moment. let's fucking bring up how hobie did the exact same thing for gwen that she did for miles at the end of atsv: introducing himself to his love interest's dad, challenging them to be kinder to said love interest, and getting them ready to welcome that love interest home. complete with leaving gwen a fucking ring-shaped symbol of their connection in a little box that'll allow them to be together if she wants. he does have feelings for her, but he was willing to set them aside so gwen could be happy (but she's not happy).

and gwen does have feelings for him, but she won't allow it to go any further because that's not how the story's supposed to go and miles might be the exception, but the rest of them aren't. she's hitching her wagon to miles out of obligation, and a need to hide behind him to avoid her fate, if she even can. but she isn't even trying hard to fight it because if she's dead then she'll be forgiven, and there's already an mj moving into position to replace her so there's no real point.

draw a parallel to the margo/miles+gwen exchange: miles, invisible, is observing the whole thing. no jealousy.

and this is what makes him realize the whole concept of canon is rotten and everyone deserves to break it, not just him.

act iii:

the return to 1610. the spot's causing havoc, jessica's betrayed miguel to protect jeff, the society's split in two, and the big canon event after the captain's death is gwen's death at the hands of spider-man's archnemesis.

and since the society has a timer that alerts members when it's time for an event, one should sound off here.

jessica is not okay with this. if she hasn't fully broken off from the society at this point, she does here.

miles and gwen discuss her event.

gwen still believes canon can't be broken when it comes to her. when she accepted her role as miles's love interest, she knew this is how it would end, and thinks if she follows through she can be forgiven for being a bad hero and taking her peter's place.

miles, who just got over his crush on her and his guilt over technically stealing 42-miles's destiny, and who now understands that gwen has also been manipulated by the society, disagrees. fuck the idea that you're not supposed to be your own hero, fuck the expectations. you deserve better.

again bring pav back in: this is the spider-man who can end up with his gwen, because pav is the one who is spared the traumatic canon events. miles realizes that he won't get to be with gwen, and is okay with it.

and that saving gwen shouldn't be about saving her for himself. it should be about saving her for her own sake, so she can move on and live a full life without him having any say in it. no, he won't end up with her, and that is a good thing.

at some point during the final battle, gwen ends up in a life-threatening situation with the spot that takes away her agency and makes it seem like it's all up to miles to ~save her~

personally, i'd have her fall through one of the spot's... sigh. holes. it's a fall, and it sends her into that world between worlds where dozens of universes are accessible at once.

and i'd have her take this fall to protect miles. ultimate sacrifice. ultimate redemption. gwen stacy falling for spider-man. give her that 'everything's going to be okay' line 65-peter and 1610-peter both deliver right before they die.

instead of miles saving her to prove he's Different, or peter b or miguel redeeming themselves, or literally ANY male character (yes, even hobie) rescuing gwen... three options:

1) jessica saves her. redemption for being a shit mentor and a shit guardian.

2) gwen catches herself. she goes down the rabbit hole, sees all these other versions of herself who die like this, and decides to save herself for herself.

3) an alternate gwen catches her. gwenom / gwen m is the best candidate assuming that's 42-gwen. maybe she and 42-miles followed the gang here or something. maybe it's gwen-617 or, gag, gwen-8.

2 and 3 are better.

regardless, while she's in the negative zone, give gwen a fraction of what'll happen between miles and 42-miles: a conversation with a version of herself (either 42-gwenom or someone reminiscent of tasm/616-gwen. ideally gwen-617, who's a bit of both put together. god help us if she goes to earth-8 and the writers twist it so instead of being uncomfortable and confused she's ~inspired to live~ by seeing a vision of herself as miles's babymaker) that helps her bring everything together and understand that it's okay to forgive herself, live, and be her own person. something like the end of the latour spider-gwen run. maybe even use the whole council of spider-women.

gwen rejoins the fight, maybe even with her alt self (would HATE it if gwen ~brings her future children with miles to meet him~ like she does in sitting in a tree). it's miles's to finish so idc what happens. i would though like to see gwen and jess working as a team, finally on the same page with their trust restored.

miguel's gonna get redeemed somehow i think. one option is it'll be through gwen, given that gabi is his own gwen. fine.

after, gwen and jess make amends. gwen recognizes that jess has changed for the better and the door's open to them resuming their mentorship, and trying to turn it into something good. enter the spider-women movie, assuming it still happens.

gwen and miles agree to be friends. echo their parting words in itsv. this time it's actually going to happen without them having no contact for years/a crush poisoning things. miles's experience with pav and her own with altgwen have brought them into the same page: we don't need to be together and it's better for her if they aren't.

and maybe in a gesture of good faith and to show the audience that the door's shut on this romance, miles and gwen watch each other pair off with margo and hobie and they're totally cool with it.

gwen and hobie don't need to kiss but since they have months of history together it'd be appropriate.

miles and margo just met so we're not there yet. still, let them flirt. (i'd casually drop a reveal that margo is an mj. just to make it clear to people that yes, miles and margo are going to be together someday.)

and in that 'lets do this one more time' montage bookend, give us gwen and her dad rebuilding their relationship, gwen being a hero in her own world, going on adventures with the spidergang, maybe a dash of ghostpunk, and like one split second of gwen and the mary janes reuniting and being friends again.

this will not happen, of course.

[outrunningthedark]

I think LS and Tarlos are going to flop hard being up against FBI and another recent canon relationship. I'm not even sure if the wedding being early in the season is going to be able to save the ratings. Tim needs a wake-up call to how poorly his shows are doing. He can't keep giving stories to LS because they are interesting if they work better for OG. Plus, he needs to stop letting Kristen phone it in because the reviews and ratings are only going to get worse if he lets her continue this way

I think if the ratings are good (maybe even better than the opening episodes last season) for the Tarlos wedding, it'll be a blip because people will figure out that they're not the focus of the show (TK is since Timothy uses that character to work through his own issues).

I've been rooting for a drop in ratings across the board since before OG came back for the same reasons you listed - as long as the numbers are "decent" Tim won't think he's done anything wrong. But I also agree with another nonnie of mine who said that the downside (of a possible cancellation) would be the “unknown” actors we actually like from LS not getting booked for new projects soon after because they haven't acquired enough status. (Once again gonna point out what bs it is that Sierra has been in the business since her preteen years and people had no clue who she was until they figured out her family tree because she's not in-your-face at all times.)

Rob would be fine because Rob is always working. (The young ones on this site act like he'd be irrelevant w/o LS rn. That's embarrassing.)

Gina doesn't need the show, either. Ronen would probably get hired for one of Ryan or Tim's current/future projects since he's already been in AHS and gets the most coverage (besides the two big names). Everybody else, though? No guarantees.

[timetakeover]

[Like do my non-Doctor Who fandom followers understand the depth of the relationship between the Doctor and the Master

They were best friends (and arguably in love already) 2,000 years ago, in their school days, in their first lives (when the Master is now on his 20-something'th life and the Doctor on his 15th.)

They each took wives and had families, the Doctor left their home planet all together, they lost touch as the Doctor learned to be a better person and the Master became worse. They were apart for literal lifetimes and on the Masters 12th life (the Doctor's 3rd,) he followed the Doctor all the way to another planet because he missed him. And thinking there's no way the Doctor would want to be friends with him again now that they'd become such different people, he forces the Doctor to give him attention by hatching evil schemes for the Doctor to defeat. Every once awhile a scheme gets out of hand; they team up, they're briefly on the same side again, and then they go their separate ways.

This goes on for lifetimes. Eventually their home planet was destroyed. The Doctor thought he was the only time lord left in the universe, only to come across the Master again and realize there's actually TWO of them. The only two time lords left in the universe, the Doctor and his highschool sweetheart. But, the master is still evil. There's an understanding that if they become friends again, he'll have to follow the Doctor's rules, he'll have to give up his free will and change his moral code. He chooses to die out of spite instead.

But, then he's brought back. There's another face off with a bigger evil than the Master; they take each other's side again. They win by teaming up. And then the Master leaves, the Doctor dies, and things are the same as before.

Then the Master is back again, as Missy this time, doing another evil scheme to force the Doctor to pay attention to her. The Doctor defeats her, they go their separate ways. Missy is put on trial, sentenced to death. The sentence has to be carried out by someone of her species, another time lord. He can't. He finds a loophole and saves her life. She'll be imprisoned for 1,000 years and he'll watch over her to make sure she doesn't escape.

They bond in this prison vault for nearly 100 years. They canonically watch Frozen together. He starts breaking the rules for her, sneaking her out, going on adventures together. Missy's past self time travels and sabotages the whole thing. They both die. The Doctor is left believing Missy abandoned him, never knowing she actually died for what they mutually believed in, that she died to prevent her past self from doing more evil because she truly wanted to change and be friends again.

They regenerate. The Doctor is furious over Missy's betrayal. The Master is traumatized from the horrific end of his failed redemption arc. He's never going to try to be good again, he decides, because he's simply not capable of it and it only makes things worse. They're on opposite sides again. The Master does a handful of schemes, culminating in one where he BECOMES the Doctor, wears multiple layers of the Doctor's old clothes at once, goes completely out of his mind with his obsession over the Doctor. The Doctor defeats him again and takes her identity back. The Master is dying and the Doctor, still betrayed and hurting, doesn't help him. He kills her, so that they'll die together.

And…. It'll be at least a couple of years before we see the next installment of "couples counseling would have less collateral damage, you guys…"]

[alexina-bucket]

This is just a little introduction/dni thingy because there are specific things I want/don't want here :3

Also I apologize in advance if Tumblr doesn't make a little "see more" option because I don't know if I need to do that manually, and this is a very long post..

little introduction!

My name is Alex, that's what I like to be called too :3•I am taken by my lovely girlfriend•I'm also female and go by she/they, and a minor.

I am taking QnA's about my tsp characters, so ask away! I'll also take drawing requests, but no promises I get them done...

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Anyone that is a pedo... For obvious reasons. And anyone that draws/ships adults with minors!

This is also in my bio thing at the top of my profile, but please don't bring up drugs/smoking on this account. I'm going to go into more detail about this, so if your uncomfortable with it just skip this part! -> I get very uncomfortable with smoking because it's such a huge issue and very dangerous, I'm not sure why I've been made uncomfortable with it but it's been like this for months. In America the government recently made illegal drugs legal. So seeing this so often definitely doesn't help my situation. I've seen art of tsp character smoking, mostly Stan and narr and it upsets me.. a lot. It's an unhealthy addiction that's really dangerous and I don't like that people give this to characters that don't struggle this way canonically. Of course I won't be mad if you do draw this, but if anyone that does draw that stuff I ask you to please put a trigger warning or warning somewhere on the post to avoid me and if anyone else has this problem, getting upset. If the severity of how uncomfortable this makes me had any difference for this, here. How uncomfortable I get with this ranges. If it's drawings of characters doing it I usually get more upset and disappointed, because the way my mind works is with very clear photographic memory, and I don't forget things like that easily. So it is not ideal for me to be thinking of that image in my head for the next month! When it comes to pictures of actual substances, no. Just, why? This one is more complicated because it led me to having a panic attack. This only happened once, luckily, and I don't think it'll happen unless I keep seeing it over and over with real pictures and characters and stuff, because I saw a picture of someone's drugs after it being mentioned a lot that day, so don't worry too much! I would just greatly appreciate the topic being not on my account unless I have a post on it (I might draw my timekeeper's past which involves that, or reactions to that from characters, on those posts you can ask but don't just say something about my characters doing that because none of my characters do, except for timekeeper's mom which I'll probably post about at some point.)

Refrain from extremely sexual comments about me, my girlfriend, and friends on this account. I am okay with the occasional joke, but nothing that is serious, please. I might joke about it occasionally in comments/captions if the topic comes up, but nothing serious will ever be said unless its a post about NSFW! Like I said before, I am a minor (under 16) and I am taken.

More about me and reasons for some preferences

I have not had very good mental health for a while now, but it started getting worse mid November/early December of 2023, so this is why I want to mention some things that can upset me or anything of the sorts. My girlfriend has been a big help for this, and I'm slowly getting better but I'm still not in the greatest place. I'm a work in progress, so please be patient with me. Another thing about myself is that I am very young, which is a reason I don't say my age. I feel older then I am, I feel much more mature for my age, especially compared to classmates. My posts may vary in maturity because of this, so don't mind if that does happen, I'm just existing /silly

About my posting

I will only post tsp across all of my accounts. Even if/when I do leave the fandom, I'm just going to make a post that I will no longer be active, but I will not change what I post.

I'm eventually going to post some introductions to my characters and things similar, and feel free to ask any questions about them! My QnA is open for anyone that has a question, I'll take anything! (Including nsfw, just don't do only NSFW)

Like mentioned in the section(s) before, my mental health is unsteady and I might not post a lot, or just post a bunch after a long time of no posting! Don't try to rush me or anything, it'll probably get done eventually.. I don't mind any genuine reminders, though :3

I ship stanarrator and curator×mariella, but I will mainly post stanarrator, and timekeeper. My designs for curator and Mariella aren't too developed, but once they are i'll probably post them more!

I also draw digital and traditional, so my posts will vary :3

Last thing to yap about, I promise

Thank you for reading this if you did! If anyone has questions about this post, feel free to ask whatever you need to. I'm welcome to answering, especially if it benefits/helps me and the rest of the community!

[simiansmoke]

@k-ruelty

"That worked?... THAT WORKED!?!? AHAHAAHAH"

"IT REALLY WORKED! YOU BABOON! YOU SIMPLETON!!!" Just yesterday he had berated General Klump for reliance on primitive weaponry! If apologies existed in his world, they would be overdue.

800lbs of kremling jump for joy!! Laughing manically, he blessed himself with an obscene round of applause! It sends jungle birds fleeing to the clouds! "I've caught Donkey Kong! Now I'll--"

... Oh dear. He didn't think that far ahead. His throw had been aimless at best.

His cape fluttered behind him as he approached. He can think of what to do later. For now: he indulges. He flatly planted his butt on DK's back and settled upon him like a throne. "I make 800lbs look SLIMMING. OH. But that hardly matters." One slimy finger crept around and stuck itself right into the ape's mouth! He dragged a cheek outward by the lip, curling it up and back so they could meet eye to eye. "Look at you. On your belly, tied at the legs, and with NO little Diddy to rescue you? This is sweeter than ANY dessert! AHAHAHA!"

He viciously bounced aboard the ape's back like an excited child punishing a horse. "IT'S BEEN TOO LONG!! We really must catch up. How have you beeeeeen? How is little Diddles?... Where is your banana hoard these days~?"

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Still a bit woozy from clocking himself in the skull, DK makes an effort to get up despite his lassoed legs - who needed legs anyway ? Kongs like him were much better suited to walk on their arms anyway, so the Kremling's target was poorly chosen. He would have tucked his bundled feet up against his stomach again-...dragged those canon balls behind him (they probably weren't even that heavy), but fate had other plans. 800 lbs of them - dropped onto his back just as he'd gotten onto his knees too.

With a whumpfh, he hits the ground again, pinned beneath the worst possible thing he could think of - even worse than pineapple...sweaty kremling butt. A cough and a sputter is what he can get out at first when the air is knocked out of his lungs momentarily, but after he clenches a fist and slams it onto the ground in front of him out of frustration.

"...did you really just clap for yourself...for a whole three minutes?" DK grumbles ahead of him and would have continued to do so if a rank scaley finger hadn't slid across his teeth and hooked in to his cheek meat, dragging him into craning his neck at an awkward angle all to share audience with a pair of beady crocodilian eyes. His lips drew back, exposing canines he couldn't enforce at this angle, but the snarl he emits promises what'll happen if he gets the chance. "Wike hoo nee deswert!"

It's the few bounces that earn a 'hoouuuggh' out of him as he goes limp for a moment, trying to re-absorb all the oxygen milked out of his lungs. Fingernails collecting dirt as he scratches the ground in a fruitless effort to claw his way out from under the Kremling, DK then has the wherewithal to reach up and smack the other's hand to get it out of his mouth. "...it's been...not long enough. You should go crawl into whatever hole you came out of and wait some more. It'll be a lot more sentimental that way!"

[sins-of-the-sea]

The bae and I were talking about the "I love my wife" memes in the Fire Emblem community with certain couples like Sigurd/Deidre and Dorcas/Natalie having a contest of which canon husband loves his canon wife more, and quite frankly, it made me think of the canon couples of Devils Eye doing the same, especially Josep vs Rashid over who loves their respective wives (Abena and Sukhbir) more.

God, if this includes couples with @der-karibisch-heyder​ like Robert/Lin, Aaron/Loraine, Isaac/Alice, and especially Ruixiong/Helen, this contest would be a bloodbath.