#how many people that were calling it canon was concerning but since this seems like a untagged ooc and reverse role fic (w azula joining)

[appleblueberry-pie]

You asked Yan!Miguel requests and I shall deliver

Yan!Miguel with a spider!reader that wasn't bitten by a spider but rather was experimented on (Alchemax still doing shady stuff) and has the same superpowers as Miguel (only that their venom is deadly).

However even after surviving the tragic things their canon indicates, they're a ball of sunshine.

oh yeah. it's all coming together.

MINE, ALLLLL MINE.

Miguel was having mixed feelings. He was coming to a point where it was hard to focus on his important work. It was hard to ignore his anxiety stomachache. Hard to ignore the usual annoying people that just wouldn't leave him alone in his man cave. And it was especially hard to forget about you. It wasn't ever possible to not think about you, but he just couldn't push you to the back of his head for at least two minutes. It was hurting him. It was also hurting his technology he kept destroying(he crushed two keyboards and threw his printer).

Why can't he just figure you out? Since Jess found you in your universe and immediately gave you the green flag to help his team of spider-people, he's found out so many things about you. But every time he is given an answer about one thing, it just digs him into a deeper hole of realization that he really doesn't know you. For starters, there's no legal government information of you anywhere. He's been watching you through his monitor for at least 2 hours a day, and most of your day consists of you beating ass. Like you have no other thing to do in your life, not to mean it in an insulting way.

It's just weird, because almost all spider-people have lives outside of them being spiders. But the more he observes you, your superhero life just reminds him more and more of....himself. You didn't have the obvious genetically-enhanced spider build that usual spiders do. Which was taller and slimmer. You were for sure taller(he did his research, you sprouted by 6 inches in height), but you were more on the muscular, bigger side. And this way, you would benefit more for close combat to take down enemies, instead of almost entirely relying on your webs. Similar to how he was. Another example to further explain, is he was watching you on his monitor while you had a mission to bring another universe's Green Goblin back to their universe. He found that your webs were obviously bio-engineered. Either you made these yourself, or someone made them for you. So, you were physically more powerful than the usual spider, had bio-engineered webs, and the way you fought.....

You had chased down that Green Goblin like he killed your family. It's not an exaggeration. GG was fast, but you were faster. He took multiple jerks around corners and through narrow alleyways, flying to get away from you. But you caught him. Slammed his body into the brick wall, damaging it. He screamed bloody murder to get away from you, and you just kept hitting him. He watched as your fist collided with his face multiple times. And when you finished, he saw you basically unhinge your jaw to show your long, venom-dripping, white fangs. They showed beautifully through the video footage lighting. They had to hurt when they protruded, it had to. But you didn't seem to care about anything in that moment besides finishing off your prey. You sunk your fangs into his neck, piercing them into his flesh as deep as you could, your regular teeth almost breaking into his skin as well. GG's scream of excruciating pain faded into complete silence. Miguel watched the man go limp in you arms. Was he dead? You held him to your body as close as you could to hide your catch from anyone who could've found the both of you. It concerned him so much with how you went about finding him, he had to interrupt you by calling your watch. You seemed to snap out of whatever trance you were in and removed your teeth from the now limp villain.

"Hello?" Your sweet voice rang through his watch and he couldn't find the right words to tell you to just bring the poor guy back to base. When you did, three doctors had to help resuscitate Green Goblin. What the hell did you do? You were asked this multiple times and you just felt more and more guilty when people continued to say it to you. Miguel decided to step in and remove you from the emergency room and just told you to take a few days off. All he could say to you is you deserved it, so you took his word. He immediately turned his monitors back on when you went back home, because it wasn't the end of your continuous mysteries.

When you go home, you clean up and then disappear. This wasn't news to him. But it was confusing because the cameras couldn't catch where you possibly went, even at different angles. It was somewhere in your bathroom. You'd open the shower curtain, step into the shower, close it and then not come out for the next 5 minutes. You did this once every two weeks. Other times when you were gone for the day, he tried to find the secret room you obviously had and...nothing. He couldn't find a damn thing. The wall was solid, it didn't seem like it was hiding anything. He scanned it multiple times with different gizmos he had up his sleeve, but nothing. So, after installing a small robotic fly that he placed into your home, he got lucky and managed to slip into a room hidden behind your shower when you went in at the dead of night. The room was almost entirely dark and all you had in there was countless metal bottles of some sort of a glowing serum and you would inject it into your shoulder. Something very similar to what he does to himself. He was surprised to next week with this information. What made it worse was that right after you injected yourself, you found his fake fly. So now you know someone was watching you. He can only hope you don't find out it was him who implanted it.

But now he was sure. You were just like him. It made him as happy as it made him frustrated because you had him all figured out. You knew he used injections, that he wasn't a natural spider, you probably also knew he loved you to the moon and back. He had a soft spot for you, and it showed so much it was pathetic. You could walk into his cave and call out for him with your siren song, and he would immediately turn off everything and drift your way, sweet nicknames for you sliding off of his tongue like sugar. He only ever wanted to please you. And he felt like you knew this. But even with everything he just found out about you just today, he still seemed in the dark.

All he knew is that you were a happy-go-lucky sweet girl. He didn't know why you did the things you do. Why you inject yourself, and why you are so predatory and ruthless when you basically hunt villains down. So, he asks you.

"Miguel?" He swipes all of his holographic screens away and turns off the rest of his devices, making a 180 to fully face you as you hop onto his platform. The smell of Empanadas wafted up his nose as you give three separate containers to him. "The cafeteria guy said he had extras, so I brought as many as he would let me for you. I know you don't eat much since you're really busy." His heart swells with affection as he coos at your sincere kindness, opening one to take his first bite. "Ohhh, querida, you didn't have to."(My dear)

You watch him place the rest on his desk and he finishes chewing to talk to you. "Thank you......So.....I wanted you to see me so that I can talk to you about how you handle the anomalies in other universes, and maybe even the regular villains in your own universe." You nod understandingly and Miguel had to ignore his increasing heartbeat at your eyes staring up at him.

"I'll be honest with you, amor. When groups are out to capture an anomaly, I usually don't have to monitor them because I have other people to do that for me. But Jessica and I sent you off on your own, knowing how much we can depend on you to carefully capture the anomaly with no troubles, which I know you don't. But, still, I take precautions and monitor you every now and then to make sure if you're alright or if you need any support. But when I see you through the my screens....you are....particularly rough with them. And it's more rough than the usual spider would be." You seem to know what he was talking about and advert your gaze, messing with your suit. (Love.)

"Y/n, you almost killed Green Goblin the other day." You purse your lips and nod in agreement. "Yes, I....."

You hesitate to speak. You didn't want anyone to know about your past. Did he have to know? You guessed so, since you are a part of a really big multiverse-saving company. It was so hard to escape Alchemax when they fucking tortured you every single day for their own pleasures. That stupid serum you can't live without? You stole enough to live for the next 3 years. And that's all you really needed. You took an Alchemax worker's apartment that you found deep in their records, knowing that if you fake your emails and his work, you could live in secret. You didn't want to live on like this forever. You knew that after those three years ended, then they ended. And you would follow.

Your only hope for the rest of your life is to live in secret and to help people as much as you can before you died. The serum just makes you a little.....violent. Just the way that the scientists liked it so that you could run on it for longer than usual. So, here you are. But how are you supposed to explain that to your boss?

"......Y/n?" He softly calls your name, concern etching his face as he reaches out to touch your hand. He almost didn't want to, not knowing how you felt about it. But when his finger very lightly grazed your warm and soft palm, you blinked back to life, grabbing his hand back. A breath entered his lungs and he seemed to be reborn at your sudden advancement to his touch.

".....Yes. I do have something to tell you." His eyebrows scrunch as he nods and pulls up a random chair to sit and wait for you to talk. You told him everything. About how you are an experiment on legs, how you were from Alchemax, and that they were the people that really owned you. And you being a spider-person is just you doing as much as you can for the city you loved so dearly. How you only had three or less years to live with the serums you had hidden in your home. How you literally don't care if you die anytime before that, and you're doing your part in life that doesn't make you as useless as you thought you were.

Miguel watched you say all of this. He watched your face. He watched how you....really didn't care. You were so calm about all of these life threats that you continuously had hovering over your head. You live life every day as if it was your last. What if someone burned your house down? What if Alchemax found you?? What would happen to you then?

"I can help you. Lyla." He almost seemed to work on autopilot. "Bring me documents of the chemical makeup of my own serum for me. While you're at it, turn all of the equipment in Floor 4's laboratory on for me." All of his tech equipment were back on again as he pulled his own serum, meant for next week, out of his drawer. "Miguel...?" "Y/n, can you bring me one of your own serums? I'll be in the lab when you come back. Find me on the fourth floor. Lyla can show you the way."

"Miguel!" He pauses and looks down at you. You shake your head as a shaky smile is brought to your face. "I don't need you to do this for me. I'm fine with the way things are." Miguel scrunches his face and steps towards you. "Qué? Te estás escuchando a ti mismo? Y/n, I don't want you to die. Nobody wants you to die. Y-you need to be here, No entiendes? Do you want to be a spider for the rest of your life, violently killing people the way you were taught? You can be given a regular life. A new life, here with me! You deserve more than just....being a machine. Because you're more than just a weapon. You're human."(What? Are you hearing yourself?)(Don't you understand?)

Miguel went too far with his speech. He said too much. Every word that continued to spill out of his lips dug him into a farther hole. You were crying, but it still didn't help the fact that you now know that he probably is infatuated with you. He tries to save face by saying more, but instead, his hand reaches out to wipe the tears off of your face. It couldn't possibly be real, the way you leaned into his touch. Your wet face touched his palm and he stuttered endlessly. Fuck, he had to get out of here.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to say that to you. It was unprofessional." You shake your head and lift your face out of his hands, staring up at him with those glistening eyelashes, your beautiful shiny eyes looking up at him. "No.....I'm glad you told me that. I.....thank you." He looks away bashfully and takes a step back....another....and then another until he walks off out of the cave to go down to the laboratory.

What is he going to do about you? He loves you too much to let you continue doing this horrible job. It was killing you.

Something feels off about this, but I am going to post it anyways because it's been bothering me like a collar tight around my neck all day. Needed this badly.

[theshadowsingersraven]

I feel like E|riels genuinely don't realize how much their reputation precedes them and that enough people in the rest of the fandom (not just relegated to the Ship Wars) have had so many negative interactions on multiple different platforms with them, as well as them flat out refusing accountability and saying people are making fake accounts despite ones (especially on Twitter) existing for years and proudly proclaiming themselves as E|riels matters more than the Elain Week account saying "Everyone (except people who want to include Tamlin and/or Beron in their portrayal) is welcome!"

Because I remember people getting harassed on their own Tiktok videos about Gwynriel/Elucien regularly from the same 8 or so E|riel accounts. I remember self-proclaimed E|riels harassing the cosplayer who was hired to play Gwyn at Gauntlets and Gowns' event, body shaming her to the point where she had to make a video about it. I remember E|riels on Twitter insulting real people and calling them empty-headed, insane asylum escapees, and saying that users should try and claim mental instability in order to get their money back via health insurance claims for buying commissions of the "wrong ship". I remember E|riels on Reddit claiming that NSFW Elucien art should be considered depictions of SA, since Elain is "saying a clear "no" in canon to Lucien" and completely undermining the entire basis of fandom creativity and shipping. I remember those same E|riels excusing the harassment Gwynriel-related accounts with large followings get because they "don't defend E|riels" or something along those lines, shortly followed by more E|riels saying that the harassment and threats people have been getting on multiple platforms are "carefully coordinated to make E|riels look bad" and fake. I remember E|riels refusing to adhere to tag courtesy and understanding when they are not the target audience for something.

That is just my memory as someone who has been in this fandom for about two years now. Let alone the people who have been here from when the series first came out, or even any time before ACOSF.

E|riels are not operating with the clean slate they seem to believe they are. Cosplayers have had bad experiences with E|riels (even ones who make E|riel content!), for example. As well as fanfic authors, fanartists, average Tiktok users who make videos, Twitter users, Tumblr users, Reddit users, etc. Hell, I've even had my Tumblr account for upwards of 10 years, and it's never been wrongly deactivated by Tumblr before. Not until I started posting anti-E|riel content did my Tumblr ever get reported and then reinstated because Tumblr staff admitted they wrongfully terminated my blog.

So...how are they surprised or offended that people didn't feel comfortable participating in their Elain Week when so many of them are on thin ice as it is? How are they upset when people don't conveniently wipe their memory and trust their week that's already banning certain submissions (as if that alone isn't enough for people to not want to submit their art there? I don't even ship Tamlain but still recognize selectively banning ships is wrong) enough to participate? Saying people are welcome isn't enough when you're based in a community that regularly thrives on shaming and mistreating others, claiming they're the only "true" Elain stans. It's further not enough when people felt like their concerns were validated by the overwhelming amount of E|riel bias in the week's submissions.

If they don't like the fact that they're on thin ice, maybe they should actually do something to remedy that instead of fumbling every single chance they have to improve their god-awful fandom impression. Elaingate was their chance to prove they aren't as bad as the worst of them, and instead of standing for fandom integrity, creativity, and the right for all Elain appreciation and art to celebrated, even if it isn't how they would personally celebrate or appreciate her they doubled down and insisted on excluding others. And now they're playing the victims because they weren't the priority of Elain Day after they already had their preferred Elain Week? They weren't excluded, they just weren't the main concern because they weren't excluded from the Elain Week held this month. The concern was uplifting the people who were shamed or told they didn't care about DV or DV survivors because they felt that censorship for an entire community event based on a mod's needs is wrong and does not cater to the community enough, or because they're triggered by characters that aren't Tamlin or Beron and yet Elain Week didn't deem them worthy of the same "protection" that they "offer" to survivors triggered by Tamlin

They are why a second Elain Week exists. And the more and more they prove it necessary, the more and more I'm glad it exists for the people who want that safe space they were denied. To anyone hurt by elaingate, know that you are seen and there's a safe space in this hostile fandom for you and your art.

[bluebellhairpin]

Harwin Strong X Fem!Reader

Summary: After loosing someone you're close to, you're sent home - only to be asked to return to Kings Landing weeks later as Viserys names an heir to the Iron Throne.

Warnings: Canon Character Death (Aemma + Baelon). Birth scenes. Reader's father is named.

Listening to: 'The Power of Prophecy' by Ramin Djawadi

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You’d been a maid of honor to Queen Aemma Targaryan since before her husband was crowned King. For years you’d stayed by her side, at her beck and call. Despite not having the status of her ladies in waiting, everyone could tell how fond of you she was. 

As much as you loved being with her, and as much of a friend her daughter, Rhaenyra, had become to you, you missed your home. Some days you wish to return there. 

Your house, House Lonn, boasted a fine place to grow up in the northern Riverlands. 

From the land it offered, to the valor of its people - despite everything, your family's pride was how well of a response they could conjure when called to arms. Everyone, man or woman, were taught to fight and ride, and all had the same standard to follow. That was something you missed while serving as a lady in King's Landing - women here did not fight, they only served. 

Something else you longed for was your spot. As a child, if your memory serves you right, you remember escaping the stone walls of your home to meander down to a creak at its west. It was quiet, and green, damp, but there was no other place where you had more fun when growing up. No other place felt more like home. 

And it was times like now which made you long to be there. 

It would’ve been so much more peaceful. 

You had no doubt the tournament outside was roaring with life, but your concern was Aemma - already she was shouting out in pain. Grand Maester Mellos was sent for, and no sooner had he arrived than he was leaving again. 

Nurses and servants arrived, and most of Aemma’s ladies were already gone, attending the tournament, or had since been sent away. But you stayed. 

You, young and impressionable, and loyal to a fault, stayed by Aemma the whole time. You promised her she wouldn’t be left alone. It wasn’t your first time helping her give birth, really it was your third. But this was the first time you’d felt so compelled to not leave the room. To stay true to your word, no matter what, and never leave the room. 

After hours, with no progress, Aemma was becoming restless - frankly most in the room were. After so many births, labor wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. When Mellos sent for King Viserys, you felt a hot flush go down your spine. Calling for the husband was never a good thing, not from what you’d heard. 

When Viserys made it, you stepped aside and let him take Aemma’s hand. For a moment your worries seemed to disappear - the care and love on his face made you believe he wouldn’t ever hurt her. A foolish belief, you came to learn. 

Time around you seemed to slow as Mellos told Viserys he must choose between letting both the child and mother die, or killing the mother. It felt like water filled your ears as Viserys nodded for the Maester to cut Aemma open. Your hands shook as your head swayed from side to side. Someone was saying ’no’, over and over. Only when your arms were grabbed did you realize it was you. Only after you were being dragged away did you realize that you’d lunged for the Maester to try to stop him. 

As Aemma pleaded, screaming as the Master cut her belly open, you kicked and yelled and struggled through tears, but all in vain. Viserys' guard, Ryam, was still strong enough to take you out of the room and into the hallway. 

“Calm down child.” he said, pinning your shoulder to the stone wall behind you. You could make out his grey beard through blurry eyes, but nothing else. 

“No, he’s killing her, he can’t do that! She’s the Queen, we can’t lose her!” As if filled with a new surge of energy, you tried to break free - but only to be pushed back again, now with a firm press on both your shoulders. 

“It’s the way of life, it cannot be stopped.” Ryam said. You looked up at him, finding kind eyes, as if he was trying to make you understand. But the way he was looking down at you only made you angry. The strength you’d been taught as a child returned, and with a shove you pushed him off so you both stood in the middle of the hallway.

“You swore to protect her! Your oath! She’s being killed and you’re telling me there’s not a thing you can do? Where is your honor!” 

Aemma’s screams stopped. You both knew what it meant. For a moment, understanding flashed across Ryam’s face. Shame, grief, or something else too. But then his face hardened again. Just like that, his time to mourn was over. 

“My oath was to the King.” he said, “It’s his commands I follow, first and foremost. You’d do well to learn the same.” Then he left, returning to his post with Viserys, and leaving you alone. Alone with your thoughts. Alone to process what just happened, and how quickly everything changed. 

Your hand covered your mouth as you stumbled back into the wall, bracing yourself against the stone. Aemma, the queen, the person you spent most of your time with, was gone. Dead. The next thing she would do is burn on a pyre. 

Hours earlier, you were longing for home, and no doubt that is where your place was next - especially after the stunt you pulled. You should’ve been more careful with what you wished for.

After the funeral for Aemma and Baelon, you were sent home. The trip took days, but after so long away you were glad to be back. You’d only wished you could’ve spent more time with Rhaenyra before you left. 

Your father welcomed you with open arms, and in his hold you felt a little bit of yourself being put back into place. It had been years since you were last home with him, you hadn’t realized how much you missed it. 

Weeks passed and you’d fallen into a comfortable routine when your father received a summons from Viserys, telling him to go to King's Landing. He barely had to ask you to join him, you jumped at the opportunity to see Rhaenyra again. Apparently she too was looking forward to seeing you again. When you did arrive back at the Red Keep, she barely let you dismount your horse before jumping to wrap you in a hug - an act which reminded you just how much younger she was than you. 

“I’m so glad to see you again.” she said, stepping back just far enough to keep holding onto your gloved hands. “It isn’t the same here without you.” 

“I’m happy to be back too,” you replied, “Father refuses to tell me why we’re here, but I’d return just to lay eyes on you again Princess.” 

“You don’t know why you’ve come?” Rhaenyra asked. You looped your arm around hers as you both turned to make your way inside.

“No,” you said, “I assume if it had anything to do with me that I’d have been told long ago. I’m just here for you.” 

“I’m glad for that,” she scoffed, “Everyone’s here for me.”

“What do you mean?” You looked at her, questioning slowly. Rhaenyra smirked a little, before almost shaking her head and looking to the floor before turning her gaze over to you. 

“My father intends to name his heir tomorrow.” she said. “It’s going to be me.”

You stood to the side of the great hall as your father stepped away from the crowd and made his way toward the Iron Throne. As he knelt before Rhaenyra, and spoke rehearsed words you’d heard many dozens of times already today, you held your head high. 

Today would be a day you’d remember your whole life. 

“I, Cyrus Lonn, Lord of Frigfield and Master of the Two Armies, promise to be faithful to King Visarys and his named heir, the Princess Rhaenyra.” your father said,” I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this on the Old Gods, and the New.”

With his declaration done, he bowed his head once more before rising and turning around with a smile even you could see. You couldn’t be more glad your father was as happy about this as you were. A female heir was nothing new where you were from, and while your father could be harsh at times he saw no reason to value one’s life over another because of who they were born as. 

It wasn’t an opinion shared by many in Westeros, and opposite views seeped even into your own home at times, but your father always found pride in keeping your own family's oaths and traditions - not that of those around you. Its importance was something he instilled in you since before you could remember. 

It was something you often told Aemma about. ‘We’d be living a different life if the world was like that’ she mused once in reply to your stories of home, ‘I think I’d have enjoyed that life. If Rhaenys was Queen, I don’t think I’d have minded.’ 

It was her you thought of as the last lord finished his oath, and Rhaenyra turned to face her father as he stood to address the room. From behind she really looked so much like her mother. 

“I, Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynor and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of The Realm, do hereby name Rhaenyra Targaryen Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne.” 

All you could think of was how proud Aemma would be of her daughter.

[dinofromspac3]

Hi! Could I have 10,11 and 12’s reaction to alien reader? Perhaps realising their supposedly’human’ companion is very obviously in a human form. And that they aren’t themself, human?

I’m thinking maybe they convince reader to show their alien form more, or etc in general!

Maybe have readers alien form have yk, multiple arms? Or multiple eyes!

Sorry if this is to specific!

I absolutely love this idea! I sort of made into head canon form, I hope you don’t mind<3

Also, thank you for being my first request!

Enjoy <3

(also I think I may have only done what you actually asked for 12… oops)

Doctor Who Masterlist

10th Doctor

You’ve been traveling with the Doctor for a while, and you feel like he’s opened up to about some pretty serious stuff.

You’re happy that he’s come around to trusting you, but you can’t help but feel terribly guilty for hiding your true identity.

You were a Stask. A shape-changing lifeform that allowed you to pass as human for many years.

Your true form, however, was a grey-skinned, six-eyed, humanoid, with long white hair.

The longer you traveled with him, the more it ate away at you. Until one day, you couldn’t hide it any longer.

You left your room on the TARDIS and went to find the Doctor. He was easy enough to find, he was almost always in the console room. And if he wasn’t he was usually in the library.

“Um, Doctor?” You spoke up, calling his attention to you. You were nervous. What if he hated you for this? No, you mustn’t dwell on such things.

“Y/n!” He replied enthusiastically. He took a few steps towards you, but stopped in his tracks when he saw your face and your stature. “Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“I… I have something to tell you,” you expressed, as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

“What is it? What happened?” He pressed, growing more concerned.

No matter how many times you stammered, and started over. You just couldn’t seem to get the words out.

He stared at you, his face full of worry. He could tell something wasn’t right, but he wasn’t sure why. And didn’t like not knowing.

You took a deep breath and did the only other thing you could think to do. You changed back to your true form, right in front of his eyes.

Your hair went white, and your skin back to its dull grey that you never liked. It was one of the reasons you never stayed in your true form.

His eyes went wide for a moment before his face scrunched up in total confusion. “What?!”(WOT!?) He exclaimed.

“Please don’t be mad!” You winced at his reaction, holding your hands out in front of you.

“You’re a Stask,” he pointed out the obvious, clearly dumbfounded by it all.

“Yes…”

“But-but-but what!?” He said again.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” you began dejectedly. “I understand if you want me to go.”

“Go? Go where?” The Doctor asked. Seriously, after one big shock, it takes a minute for his brain to reboot.

You just shrugged.

He shook his head, sympathetically. “No, I don’t want you to go.”

“Really!?” You felt your heart swell at that. He didn’t want you to leave, he was just a bit surprised.

11th Doctor

You’d been traveling with the Doctor for over 2 years now. Ever since he saved your life when you were trapped on that 54th century space shuttle.

The crew was human, so you’d disguised yourself as a human to avoid awkward stares. As your true form had deep violet skin, 5 inky black eyes, and pointed ears.

Your species was called Anziks. Of the many shape changer races in the universe you were not one of them, however, your people had the most advanced Shimmer technology in 3,000 neighboring galaxies. It was almost undetectable and much more comfortable than most others.

Of course, you had been wearing one when the Doctor found you. And you had been wearing it since, only taking it off when you were alone in your room on the TARDIS.

Often on your adventures you’d make passing remarks or jokes about how “humans are silly” and remembering things from your home planet. The Doctor never seemed to notice, at least he didn’t let on that he did.

Even with Anziks’s advanced Shimmer technology, it still got stuffy and little difficult to breathe after wearing it for a long period of time.

Today it was particularly bad.

The Doctor was rambling on about something, you really couldn’t say what. You had dismissed yourself quickly, heading straight to your room.

Immediately when you entered your room, you dropped the shimmer, and your deep indigo skin faded back to view, along with your ears and eyes.

You could’ve sworn you shut the door, but the next thing you knew you turned around after taking a breath, only to freeze completely, like a deer in headlights.

The Doctor stood there, a strange metal box he was holding, clattered to the floor.

“Doctor!” You practically screamed, as you quickly put the Shimmer back on, hoping somehow he’d forget.

But it was no use, he’d seen it. You’d been caught.

“Y/n?” He sputtered out, pointing at you. “No! No, no, no, no!”

“I can explain!” You blurted. “I swear I can explain! P-please don’t be angry!”

The Doctor opened his mouth to speak several times, each time with a new hand gesture, but he wasn’t really making any progress on saying anything.

You sighed, still feeling a little like you were choking in your Shimmer. And so you dropped it again, allowing the Doctor to see you how you truly looked.

His mouth snapped shut as he gaped at you.

“I don’t know why I hid it,” you admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“S-so y-you’re a-a-a—“ he stammered.

“An Anziks,” you finished for him. “I’ve been wearing a Shimmer. At first it was just for the job, to keep people from staring at me.”

“Then… we got stranded, and hunted by those Kruuls…” You explained. “and then you came and rescued me and I… there just wasn’t a good time.”

“I see,” he said, his face still slightly pale from the unexpected news.

“Are you angry with me?” You asked, hopeful he would say no.

And to your delight, he shook his head, and relief washed over you like a warm blanket of water.

He smiled and said, “It’s just nice to finally see you.”

12th Doctor

You’d only been traveling with the Doctor for a couple of months.

He was strange, and wonderful and kind, but still you were nervous to tell him your secret.

Today, you decided to confess to him, before the lie went on for too long.

You walked into the TARDIS console room, where he was reading a book on the second level. He noticed you come in but he didn’t look up.

“Doctor,” you said, taking a few more steps toward him. “I have something to tell you.”

He still didn’t look up. He licked his finger, and turned the page of his book. “Okay,” he said.

You let out a sort of shaky sigh at his aloof attitude. “Doctor, I think you should put the book down for a moment. It’s a bit… serious.”

He looked looked up at you, realizing how serious you were being, and decided to close the book as set it on the table next to him. He waited for you to continue.

You took a deep breath, before looking back at him. “I am… not human.”

He stared at you blankly, and you cringed at what that could mean.

“That’s it?” The Doctor asked, taking you completely off guard.

“W-what?”

“I mean, no offense, Y/n,” he continued. “But you’re not exactly good at hiding it.”

Now it was your turn to stare blankly at him. He’d known? How long had he known?

“So tell me,” the Doctor smiled at you. “Where are you from?”

“I…” you started, wanting to question him, but instead answered his question. “Scravikos 5.”

“Ah, Scravikos 5,” he repeated warmly. “So, you must be hiding that lovely second set of arms then?”

“Um… yes,” you said, still completely dumbfounded that he knew all along. “H-how long have you known?”

“Oh, I knew right away,” he scoffed. “It was very obvious.”

“But… you never said?”

“Why would I?” The Doctor questioned.

You shook your head, and shrugged. “Because I lied to you, I suppose?”

“Oh really it was nothing,” he waved off your reasoning. “How long have you had your arms tucked away?”

“About 8 months,” you responded. You had crashed landed on Earth a few months before you met the doctor, and you’d hidden the only thing that was your dead giveaway that you weren’t human.

Well, that must be terribly uncomfortable,” he sympathized. It was a little, and you silently tilted your head in agreement. “Well, you don’t need to hide them here,” he said, urging you to be comfortable in your own skin again.

“Oh, you mean…” you started, eyes wide in surprise at his acceptance, although truly you weren’t sure why you were surprised. He just nodded.

At that you allowed your second set of arms to sprout out of your back. With them out again, it felt instantly easier to breathe.

The Doctor smiled, and you smiled.

And you never hid them again, save for a few choice time period adventures.

[brucewaynehater101]

hii i just wanted to ask about the accuracy of the statement of "Talia abducted Jason during when he was arguably at his most vulnerable cuz catatonic and took advantage of his state (+no Bats knowing Jason came back to life) to indebt him to her and a cult + groom him to be a tool for whatever goal she had in mind" or if it's fanon and your opinions on this idea (+ actual canon if this statement is in fact fanon)

but just like how we play with the scale of good parent, bad parent Bruce we could also fuck around and do so much with this concept (fanon or not)

Hi! I'm not as familiar with this, so let's do the research together ^^ It's gonna be a long post!

I've heard many many many people curse out a few writers (I'm shitty at remembering names) for being a racist pieces of shit. I've also heard of Talia being thrown under the bus by a lot of writers. Here's a link to a wonderful Tumblr post that goes into Talia and how writers fucked over her character.

There's other posts, but this one quickly summaries what they did to Talia and briefly mentions the assassination of Ra's character as well.

Here's a post that goes further into Ra's character.

On that note, I have seen a few fics play around with two ideas that were (as far as I'm aware) retconned: Damian's conception being unconsensual and Talia having sexual relations with Jason.

As long as you keep in mind that these were retconned and come from racist, sexist, or both connotations, it's okay to explore the impact these actions would have on all characters involved (especially if we're utilizing the reasoning that Talia wasn't in her right mind during those actions).

That's a basic summary of why there's heavy debate around Talia and the al Ghuls as a whole.

Now! Let's get into Talia and Jason specifically!!!!

The comic run we want to look into is Red Hood - The Lost Days. I am unsure if there are any other comics that cover post-death Jason but pre-Red Hood. If anyone has any other canon material that covers or mentions this time period, feel free to comment, reblog, etc.

This is Talia's initial reaction to hearing about Jason:

She expresses concern, worry, and grief for Bruce

She then has spies give her updates on Bruce's situation. Everyone else states Bruce is "stepping up his game." She calls them fools (since Bruce is obviously just hurting)

Very quickly, we get into her discovery of Jason Todd:

So. Jason's catatonic and Talia was ordered not to inform Bruce. Regardless of if she wanted to, she would be betraying her father if she told Bruce

Then I'm just going to drop all of these panels:

This shows she somewhat cares about him. Whether that's for Jason or because of Bruce, that's irrelevant. She still cares and wants him to get better. She wants him to go home.

Talia only pushes Jason into the Lazarus Pits because she's run out of time

Now... she may be an unreliable narrator. She states she's doing this for Jason's sake, but it does seem like it's more for her own. Regardless, she doesn't have ill intentions.

Talia dips Jason in the Pits and then tosses him out

That line of hers seems suspicious, but I see it more as her trying to hide the fact she had Jason for so long. It's less "go be mad at Bruce" and more "gods, what is Bruce gonna think of me if Jason shows up on his doorstep?"" Selfish, but not in the way fanon characterizes it.

She had trackers on the bag, though. She just needed him away from Ra's

Ra's tells Talia she fucked up, Jason tries to blow up the batmobile, and then tries to tell Talia he didn't lose his nerve for revenge against Bruce

Talia realizes that reviving Jason with the Pit might have fucked Jason up

Jason asks Talia for her help with revenge against Bruce. Talia did not set that up. Jason was the one to suggest it without influence

Talia obviously does not want to be helping Jason right now. She still agrees, though

Let me just toss this here too:

So... She's not doing this completely because she cares about Jason or that it's the right thing, but she also sure as hell does not want Jason to be going down this revenge path

Despite all of this, there's this:

They then proceed to fuck.

Which is gross as hell, and how some people can say that she took advantage of him

I think them fucking got retconned, though....

So, it's slightly complicated?

In my personal opinion, the final answer is: "It is fanon!"

There may be some truth or canon behind it, but that most likely comes from more racist characterizations of her character. However, the canon material that explicitly covers this topic makes it clear:

"Talia was selfish with her help to Jason. She wants Bruce to love her. She thus ends up hiding Jason's existence out of fear of Bruce's reaction. She does not want Jason to be mad at Bruce or fight his dad."

This also matches the other characterization I've seen of this: "Talia uses the distraction technique to try to hold Jason back from murdering his own father. 'You can't murder Bruce without training, Jason.'"

To continue, whether Talia should've told Bruce or not is an entirely different matter. Sometimes, I've avoided telling people shit out of fear, which made the situations worse. It wasn't great of her to do that, but in no way should this villainze her. I also 100% love that this gives her a flaw. People make mistakes. She's trying. She may have gone about it poorly, but she did what she thought she could. It was selfish, but I don't blame her.

She could've also convinced Jason to give up his mission entirely right before they fucked. That's where it gets murky.

You are absolutely correct that we can use the fanon idea of the al Ghuls manipulating Jason. On the other hand, I haven't seen enough fics where Talia treats Jason like an unruly toddler instead.

"No, Jason. We can't murder Bruce. Obviously, you need training first." Her visible reaction is a motherly rolling eyes. Internally, she's just panicking ("fuck fuck fuck fuck. How do I curb bloodlust? How do I stop patricide? Procrastination!!!")

Anyways, thanks for bringing the question up! It allowed me to look into it and put my thoughts in order ^^

Feel free to read the rest of the run!

[tsukimefuku]

About witches and villages that hate sorcerers (f!reader)

What happens when your communication gets cut off during a mission in a village, and everyone knew you went there in the wrong state of mind?

Tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, f!reader, light nanami x reader, angst, ptsd, mentions of bullying and violence, some fluff, nobody gets hurt.

WC: 800

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a fic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :) 

Disclaimer: they’re NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

Everyone was worried, some more, some less. Yaga had told them the last thing you said to him on the phone was how the village was pinning the mishaps from the curse you exorcized on a girl whose parents died. They were calling her a witch. You said you were concerned for her safety, and sounded out of sorts. Then, the line went silent. 

Nanami and Gojo were the most worried people of all. They knew your past, and specially, how you suffered for almost the same thing when you were younger. How you lost your parents very young, how you were from a place where you were hated by everyone, because they hated your family, and most of all, how you were, yourself, for so many years, pinned as a witch and hunted in so many small different ways until you left your house in the middle of the woods to search for a better life elsewhere.

"She's not Geto, we don't have to be so worried." Shoko remarked, as she was lighting a cigarette. She didn't realize she was lighting it the wrong way until Gojo turned it in her fingers. By that moment, any poker face she could be trying to conceive fell apart.

"S-she wouldn't, would she?" Ijichi asked, looking at everyone in the entrance hall. "I mean, she's kind-hearted and-"

"Suguru was kind, too." Gojo remarked, leaned over the wall with his fists tense inside his pockets.

"She has been off since that last mission, where the curse wound up burning the building in Roppongi." He sighed. "I should have never let her go on this. Damn."

"There is nothing we can do now. Her phone is dead and has been dead for hours, and all landlines are silent too." Nanami was seated with wide legs, elbows on each one, and rested his face on his pinched thumbs. "She will be back."

Nobody answered his last remark, said almost like wishful thinking out loud.

"I should've been here sooner." Gojo said, regretful. He arrived in the last 10 minutes and knew that if you did what they were thinking... there was no use for him to go and do anything, anymore. With the blasts from your technique, you could very well wipe the small village from the map in the last hours you went missing.

They heard footsteps, and the door opened as everyone got up, anxious in anticipation. You stood there, with a cold stare and a straight face, holding a child around 6 years old in your arms. The girl was dirty, but otherwise seemed fine, as she slept with her head on your shoulder.

"Shoko," you said, "I need you to take a look at her, please."

Shoko went to you, apprehensive and relieved at the same time, as she silently took the girl in her arms and started to walk towards her pseudo-office which she used to heal sorcerers and students.

Everyone was silent, looking at you and waiting for you to speak. If you did what they thought you did, you'd be arrested by them immediately, and that prospect hung heavy on their heads.

"There was a storm." You started. "My phone had no reception, the battery died and-" you were clearly numb and somewhat freaked out at the same time. "And I all I could do — think to do — was to bring this child here. So I blasted the door to where they were keeping her and-" you started breathing heavy. "And brought her. I had to walk miles before I got to a road and hitchhike my way here."

"Is that all?" Gojo asked, not turning around to look at you. He couldn't look at you at that moment. The moment you could confirm their worst fears.

"Yes. But someone should send help to that village. They are incommunicable." Your face had the slightest twitch. 

Everyone let out a big exhalation at the same time, clearly relieved you had not gone under the same path Geto did, so many years ago.

Nanami walked towards you, standing still for a moment. You looked unsure as you gazed upon him. He then enveloped you in his arms and sighed heavily. "You came back."

Your body shivered as you reciprocated the hug. "I did." Your breathing started to become erratic as you pushed your face in his chest, and began to talk more silently. "Some of them, they were going to burn her. Like, actually burn her. A child. They were going to murder a child." Your eyes fell up with tears.

"We'll take care of this." Yaga said.

"We will. You can count on us." Gojo's voice came out of an actually genuine smile. He truly was happy he didn't lose another friend like that again. His fists were starting to relax.

"I know." You replied, as you pulled your slightly damp face from Nanami and looked at him. "I knew I could. Thank you all." A soft smile involuntarily covered your face.

He smiled back.

[mikeellee]

Hi, I was wondering about shoto Todoroki before going to be so this may sound a bit nonsense but ...did Shoto really changed or the narrative tricked us?

I want to preface I have no beef with Shoto, this is not a Shoto slander nor hate. I'm curious bc his storyline could have been great haven't be allowed to be.

My thing with Shoto is...his big changing moment is when Izu said "it's your power, bit his" and cool moment, Shoto used his fire and won. I have grievances on how Izu sacrificed a win (I admit I don't think he could have won against Shoto nor BK should but moving on) and got...nothing. Look, not saying Izu should be reward for every little thing but after that moment we could have got a Shoto and Izu friendship (to justify why the fuck Shoto would give his backstory to a complete stranger. Srsly he and Izu were non entities prior the moment)

And yes, Shoto get brownie points for helping Izu in the stain arc. That was nice of him - it set him apart from class A1 who ignored his calls/message "ah but his message was a mess" maybe so but no one shows concern for him! Izu is not someone who cries wolf. Plus they were in patrol.

But ...after that, it seems the character didn't change. He still wants to be a hero. I wouldn't understand if Shoto couldn't stop being hero bc of his father...bc he fears him, let's be real Shoto was a minor and Endy is violent and powerful enough to make his life awful if Shoto decides to be anything else...very convenient shoto wants to be a hero.

In the license arc, Shoto didn't get the license. We do attribute this to Inasa being an entitled fan...but is that just this? Does Shoto helped the others? Acted like a hero? I still remember moments of that anime and in this arc I don't remember Shoto being a team player...I could misremember here.

He makes no friendship, certainly not with Izu. I would argue he befriend BK and that is a Freudian slip - yes, let's blame hori and this is correct as Shoto should hate BK since he hates his father.

There a oneshot to explain the movie "Izu you are a mass murder" where Shoto looks amazed at BK destroying smth of Izu. As if Endy never did smth similar to him in the past which for sure happened.

Its just ...I don't think Shoto changed or had to change.

Izu ...sort change...for worse. He started the story thinking he is worthless. Ended thinking he is a loser- he voiced that, canon. And can only be a hero if someone, his lifelong abuser, handed him a magical suit. Its something so sad bc it fits perfectly on the whole "character hallucinate everything you see in the story"

Something @thr0wnawayy mentioned about Izuku's delusion stuck with me bc...it makes sense.

Not sure why I'm talking about shoto. You could argue many characters didn't change or got worse.

Ochako now is a superficial bitch. Even if hori makes Izuocha canon with kids and marriage ...he will still write Ochako being passive aggressive with Izu, people will joke the kids aren't his - cucko Izu was big and while decreased, it never stopped.

Class A1 is how a bunch of fake friends who only call Izu when they need something. Izu just accepts this is his life.

We read this manga expecting him to be a great hero...and we have this "happy ending" where it would be kinder if Izuku had died along side Shig.

That...makes me think. A lot.

Tô any novice writers reading this...you can fall in love with a character, you can fall out of love with a character but be professional. Think of the story and...don't be a Hori.

[geekgirles]

Your writing of the gods’ interactions and relationships with each other in “The Doll and the Dragon” is so on point that I wouldn’t be surprised if it was revealed that Cra and Sadida have a great relationship with each other BECAUSE OMG CRA SINGS A NATURE SONG IN WAVEN.

She actually sings four songs but the first one called “Nature” is literally just her singing about, you guessed it, NATURE. Something that she isn’t supposed to be talking about, let alone sing, given her role!

All the songs that she sings are in English by the way. No matter if you change the language when playing, it doesn’t matter. The song stays in English.

She sings how she and the people will be welcomed by nature and be protected by it.

This girlie is literally singing a whole ass song about it!! SHE’S THE ONLY ONE DOING THIS SHE’S OBVIOUSLY FRIENDS WITH THE TREE MAN-

CRA AND SADIDA HAVING THE CLOSEST FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN THE GODS CONFIRMED ‼️😭‼️😭‼️😭‼️😭‼️💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛💚💛

(I just love the idea that one of the MANY reasons why Cra likes him is probably due to the fact that he might just be the only one in the god group who doesn’t oversexualize her to no end since he’s a literal plant lol)

Hello, again!!

Thank you so much for your kind words and OMG THIS IS AMAZING????

Not gonna lie, one of the reasons I wrote Cra and Sadida as close friends is mostly to reflect canon. Both as a reflection of Amalia and Eva's bond until I get to introduce our blonde bombshell into the AU and also because the Cra and Sadida are close allies by virtue of the Cras stationed in the kingdom back in season one and their use of Sadida wood to make their bows.

It'd just make sense if their symbiotic relationship were an extension of their gods' own friendship, you know?

Honestly, maybe this is me being biased given my love for Amalia and her people, but Sadida is also my favourite god. I'm not saying he is without flaws, since his own involvement in the Lacrima debacle is almost as iffy as Iop's role in it, but he seems to be chill overall?

The fact that all his daughters were literally made by him as opposed to the rest of the demigods, moreover, the fact that he actually wanted them to live with him in Inglorium when most, if not all, other demigods are left to their own devices on the World of Twelve sort of speaks volumes about his true character.

He seems like an involved father for the most part.

Maybe it is because he is indeed a plant, but his not having countless children proves he has less of a wandering eye than most gods. So it'd only make sense that he doesn't hypersexualise Cra, as you said.

In fact, you can see his true nature (pun non-intended) through his people: the Sadida and their powers clearly take inspiration from voodoo which, while far more complex than TV will have you believe, does have a bad rep. And yet the Sadida are the kindest dark magic users you'll ever find. They're a peaceful kingdom more concerned with protecting their forests than waging war.

And I just love that for them.

So yeah, I'm going to be pretty smug if it turns out Cra and Sadida are besties.

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Miles Learns why Gwen left Earth 65: Preview

They weren't sure where they were exactly, coming here has been done out of desperation and trying to run away from the nightmare world of Earth 42. They all had agreed it has been a long day (while subtly looking at Miles who was by far in the worse shape,) and had divided themselves into smaller groups.

In all honesty? Now that he didn't need to be running away from somebody, Miles was starting to feel the weight of the day in his body, he isn't even sure how many hours it has been and the closest he had to rest was being knock out flat by his evil counterpart. So he had barely hear past the "Gwen, Hobie and Miles go out to look for a place to rest."

"Don't need to tell me twice." He thought, slowly walking around as he looked at the place.

It seemed like has been once an office building, Miles couldn't imagine what must had happened to left couches, desks and other materials intact on it's place to rot; but he also didn't have the energy care about it.

"Me and Gwendy could move some of these around to make sure we have room for everybody," Hobie mentioned while looking with mildly disgust to the light grey love seats that seemed to be part of some waiting area. Miles wondered if he had something against the furniture, or being in such corporate place was just disgusting for him.

Miles needed a second to realize he hasn't been included, "What about me?"

"You can sit this one out Miles, we will be fine." Gwen mentioned off-hand, lifting one of the couches.

Frowning, he said "I can help you know-"

"Mate," Hobie called up to him, with his calm demeanour contrasting Miles bubbling annoyance. "You look two seconds away from becoming Father Ted, you can lie down."

"Father Ted?" He repeated, the confusion reigning over any residual anger at the idea of being useless.

"He means dead, Miles." Gwen says looking at him, and while he still wasn't sure how to feel about her; Miles noticed the worry in her eyes. "You had gone through a lot today, let us to do this for you okay? Please."

His own lips turned into a fine line, knowing very well he couldn't deny her; not just because he didn't have the strength not to when he was looking at him with such concern; Miles was indeed beaten half to death.

So with a sigh, he went to the love seat, and lie on it. The material was stiff, and even after trying to dusted with his hand the smell made him feel these thing has been here for longer that he has been alive. Closing his eyes, he resolved to rest. Or the best he could considering the circumstances.

What he was going to do? Now he has his friends on his side, which was great, but he didn't want to measure his chances if they needed to fight the organization. Miles had managed to escape, but one thing was leaving on the dust a bunch of unorganized people who didn't even know what was going on; than having Miguel get his forces in order to crack him down.

What would the guy do if they break the canon? Gwen was sure this could be avoided somehow, yet this didn't take into account the other things that were suppose to happen, or how it could break the universe. Hobie was convinced this entire thing was ridiculous and Miguel has his head too far his own ass to see it; while Peter had tried to say there could had been a way to reason-

At least everyone shut him down on that one.

It would be an understatement to say he was stressed out, so despite how he felt like his body begging for rest, his mind refused to cooperate. Gwen and Hobie moving furniture around also didn't give him the silence he normally preferred for these moments; yet he wasn't going to say anything to them since he still didn't feel too happy about being the only one taking it easy. 

So he continue having his eyes closed, and to even his breathing in order to trick his mind into falling asleep.

Miles hasn't meant to overhear, but with super hearing and literally not much else going on in the room? Was impossible not to.

"So, everything back in order with your Pot and Pan?"

"How does anyone understood Hobie?" Miles half-wondered. He liked the guy, specially now that he was the only person Miles felt 100% could trust had his best interest at heart; but it didn't meant his slang was less confusing. Was this how his parents felt like?

"Yeah, we sort things out; I feel a bit silly dramatizing how my dad would react after coming back home." Gwen chuckled awkwardly, hearing it in her tone alongside the furniture being rearranged. The light taps of the wood and the leather barely working as background noise, much less to hide that whatever this was about, wasn't easy.

Miles imagined as such, since he remember Gwen saying how her dad thought he killed Peter the first time she came to his universe. What he didn't expect, was Hobie's next words.

"You are joking, right? That better be a joke. There was nothing dramatic about the way you reacted after what he did."

While still lying down, Miles frowned. What did happen? And why Hobie sounded so worked out all of the sudden? It couldn't had been that bad, right? Is her father after all.

"Don't. Trust me on that." Gwen had said those words not so long ago. Miles hasn't want to debate her, specially without knowing her dad personally; but he has wondered why she was so sure of that. Now even more.

 "It all worked out in the end Hobie, maybe if I had gotten home sooner-"

"No, we are not doing this Gwen." Miles was taken aback hearing Hobie not just saying her name (without nicknames or jokes,) but also that he could hear the bubbling anger in his voice. "What he did to you was inexcusable, end of the story; the only reason I didn't bash his head with my guitar was because you explicitly not to."

A tiny, little part of Miles's brain tried to remind him he wasn't part of this conversation and he shouldn't be eavesdropping (if it could count with him staying in the room and they both knowing about it.) Yet that small voice got shut down as he was starting to actually worry.

Despite their short time together; there hasn't been any moment where he has seen Hobie lost his composure, not even coming close to it really. So whatever happened must had been next level bad if the guy was talking as if he wanted to take down Gwen's father like that.

"He is my dad Hobie-"

"Oh yeah? Well he didn't seem to remember that when you begged him to understand after showing your secret identity," Hobie's voice was picking up in volume, as the rage and indignation in her name seemed to overflown his voice; the next piece of furniture falling a little bit too hard as well; at least they wouldn't need to pay for it.  "After saving multiple people in his face, he cornered you down, force you to reveal your identity; and after trying to explain what happened, what did he do? Ah right, try to fucking arrest you as if you were any other criminal, and try to point his gun at you-

Miles opened his eyes and sat down so quickly you would had believed the couch was burning his back, "WHAT!?" He screamed, appalled.

. . .

I'm struggling to write in general, I had more than this, but for now a little bit of a preview for hype. And because motivation is a bitch lol.

[devizakura]

PENNYLOUVERSE - CANON EVENTS AND FANON CONSEQUENCES

I've realized that some people who like my Pennylou comics may not have watched the show and as such, some blanks normally filled in by canon might escape them.

As such, here's a list of canon events you might want to know (in black) and headcanoned continuations/consequences of said events (in red) as a lot of them are left uncertain for now. BEWARE OF SPOILERS!

Exterminations:

a special group of angels called “exorcists” (sometimes “exterminators”) descend to Hell once a year to kill sinners with angelic weapons (the only type of weapon able to kill permanently - when killed by other means, sinners just regenerate/respawn) to prevent overpopulation and a potential uprising.

As we later find out, until the trial in episode 6 where Charlie, the princess of Hell, tries to present the case that sinners can be redeemed, only the exorcists (including Adam - the first man - and Lute at the top of their hierarchy) and Sera, the High Seraph (currently the highest rank in Heaven’s hierarchy that we know of - Lucifer could've been above them going by Christian lore but seeing as Hazbin lore differs in some ways, we don't really know for now) know of the exterminations. Sera is very insistent on keeping it that way as to not disturb the peace in Heaven.

After the truth comes out during that trial, many other angels, including Emily, learn of the exterminations. Emily is horrified, while other angels’ opinions seem to be split.

In my timeline, all the angels present at the trial have sworn under oath to keep the information confidential. However, that doesn’t stop rumors from spreading within some circles, especially after Adam seemingly disappears (having been killed in the battle for the Hotel) and Lute comes back lacking an arm. These rumors don’t reach Betty since she prefers to keep to her own and not stick her nose into matters that don’t concern her unless she can directly help someone, so she remains rather oblivious until told directly by Pentious who's lived through it.

Pentious as the first redeemed soul:

During the last extermination in which Adam's legion targets the hotel specifically, Pentious dies protecting it. Normally, this would result in a perma-death (and as such everyone who knew him believes he is in fact gone for good), but for reasons currently quite unknown, he ascends to Heaven instead.

In the Pennylou timeline, after Pentious arrives to Heaven in front of Sera and Emily, he is assigned a place to stay and allowed to roam free (under some degree of supervision for at least the first few weeks) but is advised not to reveal to the public that sinners can be redeemed as Sera feels the need to assess the situation first. For the same reason, he is not allowed to contact anyone in Hell to let them know redemption works until it is deemed safe to do so.

The "ex":

Back in Hell, Sir Pentious had a crush on Cherri Bomb, his archnemesis. They don’t end up together, but Sir Pentious does manage to confess his love and kiss her right before sacrificing himself.

While she does warm up to him by the end, in the Pennylou timeline (and true to Cherri’s character), she moves on rather quickly as they were never really together and she quite literally saw him die. Pentious, however, still misses her for quite some time. This gives Betty the wrongful impression that there was at least a bit more between them and she refers to Cherri as his “ex” rather than a crush.

What Pentious told Betty about after “Off my chest”:

The exterminations and how he died a second time

The hotel and redeeming sinners, as well as the friendships he’s made and how he misses Cherri and his Egg Boiz

He does not disclose much about his life before the hotel until much later if at all, as he doesn't feel particularly proud of his past.

[crescentpaws]

Hcs for if Fintans mind broke? (Fintante (i think is called) is ok!)

ok so since it’s technically happened in canon i’ve gotta give my thoughts on that and also other hypothetical scenarios

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if his mind had broken after he accidentally killed his friends - the rest of the council would have been devastated i think. because they were already dealing with the grief of losing those five pyrokinetics (which i’m assuming many of them were close to because there were only like 10 people back then.) & now they’ve got to deal with the grief of losing their close friend & coworker too. in this situation though i think they might try to cover it up more… because the general public would still be pissed at fintan for the everblaze incident and i don’t know how they’d react to his mind breaking (sure, he was a beloved councillor, but he also became almost instantly hated after the accident). the council would probably do a planting for him as well but they’d maybe only invite his close friends & family members. idk. it’s complicated. & bronte would be distraught of course. because he’s not fully in his fintan-hating era yet so he still would have been a little bit head over heels for him i think. just a little. maybe. he’s in denial about it though.

after his memory break - since this was an intentional break i think people were less upset. i mean you saw how everyone reacted in everblaze when it was leaked that sophie was going to heal fintan. the public hated his guts! so clearly most of them weren’t that bothered by the break. it probably affected ancients the most, since it’s said that this was the first time a memory break had been ordered on an ancient mind (#trendsetter), and most of the ancients probably knew fintan or worked with him at some point in the past. in everblaze too the councillors seemed to be uncomfortable with fintan’s mind-broken state, so i’m sure after the break they were a bit regretful (especially because they gave him 10 million chances to confess so they clearly wanted to avoid a break at all costs). but they knew they had to do what was best for the elvin world. obviously they all wish they hadn’t ordered him to be healed but i know if kenric hadn’t died and made the topic too dark to be snarky about bronte would be walking around yelling “i told you so.”

if his mind breaks while he’s trapped in his hell prison - more sadness than the memory break but less than if he had broken after the everblaze incident. because he’s still a criminal and a murderer after all (so he doesn’t get a planting. because he didn’t get one even when everyone thought he was dead for real if you remember). still, i think the council might be more prone to feeling guilty in this scenario because it wasn’t intentional break. kind of like “ahh shit we drove him to this it’s all our fault.” and obviously bronte is the one who’s known fintan the longest so he’d be the most sad. or at least that’s what you’d assume. is he sad? is he relieved? is he guilty? is he angry? who knows!!! this is the scenario that would produce the most complicated emotions that i don’t think even the most talented empath could decipher.

^^ and the council would definitely try to cover this up. as far as the public is concerned fintan is still wasting away in his prison (which would technically still be true anyway so.)

[project-changeling-zero]

another issue i have with sonic prime - shadow the hedgehog. ( very long )

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just gonna say this upfront - do not interact if you are a prime shadow fan and just want to insult or start an argument // debate with me in the comments.

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ever since his debut in the show, shadow in sonic prime has been frequently called 'the best he's been written in years', well loved by a large majority of the prime fandom.

because of this popularity, i was under the belief that shadow was going to be more like how he's written in sa2, satbk, or sonic 06. i've since learned that many shadow fans ( that i've seen ) just like shadow on screen

which isn't necessarily a problem, but i think it's safe to say the sonic fandom has always been a mixed bag when it comes to critiques of the games and their contents ( ever since sa1, or even before that, to sonic frontiers, but i can't comment on the comics, as i've never read them ).

so, in hindsight, i should've proceeded with caution and not take popular opinion into high account.

anyway, i'll get to the point. shadow in sonic prime is one of the worst characterizations of shadow i've seen. i think the only one worse is shadow from the sonic boom universe.

shadow is quite frustrating in this show for a few reasons:

he loses the chaos emerald within five minutes of obtaining it, like an absolute idiot.

he antagonizes sonic every chance he gets and seems to believe the only way to resolve an issue is through violence or aggression. like, yes, of course, shadow, i totally wanna listen to you after you punched me in the face so hard that i literally suffered amnesia.

does next to nothing in the entire show ( up until, like, s3? ), but acts like he's needed.

insults sonic's friends for no reason ( originals and alters alike ).

somehow thought the tech was the only reason sonic could pass through the gateways when he literally saw sonic pass into new yolk before he got the tech. it'd be one thing if he knew sonic could pass regardless and figured the tech would help himself pass through, but he just ignored or forgot what he saw, i guess??? and this is never brought up again.

real question, what does sonic need him for again? even if shadow was never there, sonic would eventually come up with the plan on his own. it's not rocket science.

keeps insisting the alters aren't real people ( this is a problem of the show in general, esp where they go back and forth with sonic in particular, but it's extremely aggravating with shadow as, even if he was right, he's basically saying that sonic shouldn't care about the people that look like his friends, even if they're copies ).

last but not least, HE KEEPS BRINGING UP THAT HE'S THE ULTIMATE LIFEFORM, WHO FUCKING CARES, GET A LIFE-

( should i also mention how misleading it was for it to seem like shadow was concerned and trying to warn sonic about the shatteverse, only to immediately go on the assault when the two meet up? what the fuck? )

after i got my hopes up by the reviews and all the love for this show, this was just sad and annoying to watch. how many times is it gonna take for sega and any writers associated with them to get it?

shadow is not an overtly aggressive, hot-headed, domineering person. that was never what shadow was or was supposed to be.

shadow is a kind, loving person. yes, you might not see it from pretty much every canon media of him aside from a few select games, but that's who he was meant to be.

of course, in sa2, he did nearly destroy the world. the difference between that shadow and prime shadow is that, in sa2, he did it out of the love he had for maria and because his memories were affected, making him misremember what maria really wanted.

in his debut game, shadow is meant to be something akin to a guardian angel. the 'ultimate lifeform' meant wish fulfillment, immortality, healing. and to have shadow believe that sonic is the true ultimate lifeform instead speaks volumes of who he is and how he's changed in a considerably short amount of time.

in prime, shadow isn't any of these things. sure, he protects sonic every now and then, but for a while, i didn't even know if it was because he actually cared about sonic or if it was because it was necessary to get back home. the 'ultimate lifeform' doesn't mean anything to him or to this show. it's just to wave his big dick energy around. it shows he doesn't actually see anyone, let alone sonic, as his equal.

yes, shadow is standoffish, but it's not like he's ever been out of touch with emotions or relationships. i don't believe that it was because of maria's death that shadow had essentially 'shut down', but rather because he wanted to grant her wish as soon as possible. and even then, he saved rouge's life. while the game could've led us to believe it was because she had the chaos emeralds, they showed us that he just couldn't let her die if he could prevent it by showing that he couldn't save maria way back then.

this is what a lot of the games, and frankly, most of sonic media in general, seem to have entirely forgotten about shadow.

even as a child, it wasn't difficult for me to understand that shadow did care. that he does care. in fact, that's pretty much what drives him throughout his entire debut game, that he cares so much for maria, so much for her wish, and, eventually, so much for humanity.

i think the closest we've ever been to getting a characterization just like shadow in sa2 is in sonic 06. say what you will about the game, i personally like it ( i acknowledge it has a lot of flaws, but let me be ).

in sonic 06, shadow doesn't have any hostility with sonic. in fact, sonic gives a silent thanks to him for saving him from silver. and shadow proves that you don't have to tell your friends you love them in order for them to know, 'cause he loves rouge and omega in this game. he deeply cares about them and is noticeably disheartened when he discovers what becomes of omega in the future.

shadow doesn't become persuaded by mephiles' tactics to turn against humanity, even when he gives plausible ( but not 100% ) evidence that it is likely authorities would blame shadow for the downfall of humanity, due to his power. in fact, the only thing about any of that information that brings shadow pause is the fact omega would have been the one to arrest him in said future.

and to mephiles' face, he accepts the possibility humanity will turn on him head-on and tells him that he will choose his own fate, that he will fight like he always has, that he decides how his story ends.

i find it hilariously sad that the few games that gets shadow is a game largely hated by a majority of the sonic fandom ( this included me at some point, i'll admit ). i think i'm seeing a turnaround though, especially with P-06 in the works, so that's some good news.

but back to my main point, there's a reason why sa2 and s06 shadow work much better than prime shadow. because shadow honestly, truly, completely cares.

he saves rouge from prison island.

he works alongside sonic without a second thought.

he saves humanity from his own wrong-doings.

he acknowledges sonic's power.

he saves rouge from eggman.

he is upset about omega's possible future circumstances.

he protects sonic from silver.

he is aware of how much rouge cares for him.

he helps in bringing sonic back to life.

and he does all of these with little to no complaint, no sarcastic remarks, almost no attempt to hide his true feelings under a mask, none of that. shadow is completely true to himself. shadow doesn't only care about others, he cares enough about himself to know who and what he truly is and everything he's capable of.

like, goddamnit, shadow isn't my #1 favorite sonic character, but he's SO close in these specific games.

this is why prime shadow feels so hollow and dry in comparison. he's just devoid of almost everything that made shadow... well, shadow. and it's been like this for years!

i'm not sure why people are saying this is the 'best he's been written in years' when, for a long while, he was no different from a majority of his characterizations.

but, hey, he's better in s3, right?

well, yes, but we don't know why he's like that.

in s2, he had balls of steel for treating and talking to sonic the way he did, but now he's...

kinder? protective? actually listening? ( sort of, dude's still kinda stubborn )

what the hell happened???

did his sympathy finally kick in? did he get hit by a coconut and had amnesia for a while? was he one of infinite's copies ( honestly, i would've bought that )?

seriously, what happened?

yeah, obviously, s3 shadow still has flaws, but i think if they were established in s1 or s2 and slowly developed over the course of the show, he would've actually been a really good character.

not that the shadow i know would call the alters 'not real' anyway, but, y'know, for the prime universe and all that.

anyway, overall, i think shadow in sonic prime is one of the worst versions of shadow to date. in their efforts to make him cool ( i guess? ), they made him devoid of a lot of emotion and connection with the rest of the cast, but especially sonic.

completely pushing shipping aside, shadow and sonic do not have a healthy relationship in this show. i'm not going to ignore that sonic definitely has flaws in his writing, but the relationship is unhealthy from sonic's passiveness and shadow's aggressiveness.

due to this, i only like specific moments of prime sonadow, and all of them are in s3. which is saying something.

if it were me, i would've written shadow more true to the original, with my own minor creative liberties here and there, in terms of his personality.

with sonic, i would've made it so he's definitely more on the line of friendly allies with him, but not quite friends yet. throughout the show, their bond would've become stronger and stronger, with a lot of queer undertones ( c'mon, i'm gay and i like these little freaks, leave me be ) and mayhaps a romantically undertone ending, if i didn't wanna be bold about it? maybe? i'm as transparent as glass.

i absolutely would've included omega into the cast and make his relationships with omega and rouge very important to shadow and his character, 'cause HOW DARE YOU TAKE THAT AWAY?!

generally speaking, there's just a lot i would've changed about shadow if i was in charge of writing sonic prime, but alas...

i can only write fanfiction.

and yes, i'm absolutely serious.

thank you for reading this long, ridiculous rant with me about a popular character that is guaranteed to get me some flack in one way or another.

lemme know if you'd have done anything different with shadow's character in the prime universe, or if you have any questions!

[cherryp0p224]

~General ROTTMNT HC’s~

Here, I’ll be posting my personal headcanons for rottmnt. Over time, I’ve noticed a lot of traits within the characters and certain quirks that I’ve associated with ideas that would fit the boys and other characters perfectly.

(I’ll be adding onto this whenever I have new headcanons)

Headcanon #1

Both of the disaster twins use contacts. As seen in the episode ‘Air Turtles’, Leo wears protective glasses (glasses used for athletes to see better without harming their vision), which means his vision is possibly impaired. As for Donnie, we all know Donnie used to have glasses when he was younger, but since glasses can be a huge boundary when in battle, both of the twins decided to switch to contacts so they could still see when fighting

Headcanon #2

Splinters vision is just as bad as his two sons. Splinter sees things a little blurrier than everyone else so when he sees his sons, instead of identifying them by their features, he identifies them by their colors, hence why he calls them by their colors (Blue, Red, Purple, Orange). When he was still Lou jitsu, he had some glasses, but I feel like he had them designed to fit his movie star look, so while his glasses are for seeing, he had still wanted them to look good. Teen Lou jitsu and Leo are the same thing Fr

Headcanon #3

Donnie doesn’t do too well with emotion nor does he seem to interested in romance, so the first thought that came to my head was ‘ARO/ACE DONNIE’. Aro/Ace : having little to no romantic or sexual attraction. I do still believe Donnie could fall in love, the feelings just wouldn’t be as intense as it is for those who are neurotypical

Headcanon #4

I think Mikey definitely has ADHD. Mikey tends to be very impulsive and wild when he’s fighting. In fact, he’s so impulsive, Donnie made him an inflatable suit so he wouldn’t get hurt because this boy is a loose canon. He also seems to be very hyperactive and can’t keep his focus on just one activity, hence why he has so many hobbies like cooking, drawing, skateboarding, and other things. We gotta love this ball of energy

Headcanon #5

Raph has GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder). We all know this poor boy has a lot of anxiety and always stresses himself out when it comes to his family. Due to carrying the weight of his family on his shoulders, he tends to stress out a lot, but when you stress out a lot, your brain finds it a custom and a normal occurrence, so anything that might start up the slightest bit of stress could possibly turn into a full blown panic attack (I know cuz I’ve got GAD :((). He also overthinks A LOT

Headcanon #6

Casandra has gotta be nonbinary/gender-fluid.I headcanon Cassandra using she/they pronouns, why? While cassandra is presented as female in the show, she seems to be in touch with both her masculine and feminine side and I definitely think that if someone were to refer to her as a boy, she would not give a flying fuck, she just doesn’t seem to care for gender labels and you gotta love that

Headcanon #7

Sorry to the people who don’t ship this, but I see April and Sunita as a lesbian couple. In Tmnt 2012, April was placed in more as a love interest for Donnie, but it was just so forced and his obsession with her was concerning. In Rise, April poses more as an older sister for the boys and her relationship with Donnie is so sweet too. Instead of April and Donnie being lovers, Rise decided to make them best friends and they’re dynamic is something I am in love with. Rise April doesn’t really seem to have much of an interest in men, nor does she seem to be interested in having a boyfriend period, but I have noticed that she seems more interested in creating a bond with other girls (like Taylor and Sunita). When Sunita was first introduced, she was presented as just beautiful (flowers along with a beautiful background) and the way she was presented was how April perceived her, we were looking from aprils point of view. So, in conclusion, I think the girls a lesbian, argue with me if you’d like, I stand by this

Headcanon #8

Casey Jones is most definitely a trans man. The first time I saw this boy on screen, I pointed to the tv and said ‘That is a trans man’. Now where Casey came from, I have no idea. I’m not sure if he was birthed out of Cassandra or if he was a dumpster child found by Cassandra, but either way, something about Casey caught my attention that made me come to this conclusion. Ofcourse we know Casey is a teenager, but it seems like he hasn’t yet hit the full point of puberty, he’s got little scruffs on his chin and I’ve noticed his voice does crack a bit (which I love. I would die for him) but I think he has these traits because he’s still in the process of transitioning fully. In all honesty though, I have a crush on this boy, I’m down bad bro, I wish there were more fics for him

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Here's my pitch for vld sequel. Based on bnha world's hero mission, a movie i have never seen from a series i stopped watching a long time ago (do not take seriously) #Alluralives #Kuronlives-

• Keith and Pidge get framed for like a very serious crime and are on the run and wanted across the universe.

• Allura is alive and there and it is never confirmed how (Someone: Wait, Princess Allura? Didnt you die? How are you still alive? Allura: Oh yeah i did almost die! However *background loud car crash noises, machine revving sounds, things falling sounds, cats sound in the background. Just basically that One troupe™, you know the one* and that is how i survived.)

• Kuron is also alive, it is also never confirmed how (Some completely random bullshit: *happens* Kuron: This is just like the day i came back to life)

• Anyway while Keith and Pidge are on the run, Allura and Coran are handling the diplomacy front since you know Keith and Pidge are both pretty high profile, Kuron Hunk and Matt along the Blades handle damage control, communication and extraction of Keith and Pidge. Shiro and Lance have the arguably the most important job, find out whodunnit while also distracting the detectives on the case from getting too close to Keith and Pidge.

• Lance and Shiro take this job Very very Seriously.

• Like Lance is playing up the dumb goofball as he "accidentally" "loses" the evidence and just doesnt seem to be "taking the job seriously" or is "unable to follow the instructions" really Detective, dont you know? The Blue Paladin is a very clumsy carefree guy! Honest!!!

• Shiro meanwhile is playing up the straight laced bureucrat rule follower. "No we can not go down there yet! We have to follow the protocol!!" Shiro says having never followed that protocol ever. "I am sorry but the rules clearly state we have to do this in this time consuming way" Shiro says knowing full well that rule is ancient and doesnt apply anymore. "I understand your concerns, however the procedure X95t-78v is a vital procedure required for any paperwork to go futher," Shiro says, he made that procedure up.

• Detective's partner suspects they are both full of shit, but cant prove it. Detective knows full well they are both full of shit, CAN prove it, but doesnt really care about it, because she's like 75% sure Keith and Pidge didnt do it.

• The Detective is by the way straight out of a Noir film, like it legit goes black and white when it is her pov and has full noir style narration going on, and she smells of cigars and coffee and rain and is also sopping wet and divorced

• Hunk goes from, "Ok guys i know this is hard but please you have to listen to us, we just want to keep you guys safe." To "I will literally throw hammers at both of you and get you arrested myself if you two dont shut the fuck up."

• Kuron is just vibing man, just chilling, doing his job, a bit red-eyed. He might be a bit high (he needs that weed to keep Traumas™ at bay)

• Allura is fighting for her life trying to handle the diplomacy front and put out fires. Everytime she and Coran make some headway Keith and Pidge end up on the front news after causing mayhem in some random planet and she has to start all over again

• Lance just knows soooo many people. He knows a Guy™ for everything. When asked he's like, "Oh it was during the time when Keith was off with BoM and Lotor was in ship. I kinda didnt have much to do so i just went off on my own." Lance, Lance why do you know these space pirates? Lance why do you know a famed recluse blacksmith who apparently also is a spy? Lance why do you know this mythic species thought to be long extinct? Lance why do you know a god of death? How the fuck do you know a God of Death, and why-why are they calling you babygirl?

• There is another God who knows Coran and calls him babygirl btw

• My main goal here is to gaslight people. There are some facts that were totally canon but reintepreted in a way that wasnt the writers intent. There are some facts that are canon but a little bit molded. There is atleast one episode/season that is hinted to be a mass hallucination and not canon at all. It works best if Netflix removes the original and its wiki gets corrupted./j

• Lgbtqia+ rep is Shiro and Curtis navigating their relationship through long distance, their own trauma and the post war era universe, atleast 2 characters being the focus in a valentine day episode only to come out as aroace, and a B-plot about Lance having just the most atrocious taste in men. Like men you wont believe were allowed to exist.

• i'll add more if i think of more

Dreamworks hire me/j

[thedo0zyslider]

Reunited - Chapter One: Lonely Is The Mountain - 3k Words

Fwhip and Gem live alone in the new mountain home they'd made after The Rapture, and they think they always will. That is until a certain someone turns up on their front lawn, at six in the morning no less.

[Not canon to the eal universe! just a fun little idea i had :)]

A03

Fwhip wakes up, feeling groggy like he normally does. Like he has for the past however many months. There is pain in his back as well, another thing that had gradually become more and more familiar to him over time. It's like a constant friend now, his never ending pain. It has been since the…. incident . Yeah. The incident. That's what he'll call it for now, even though it does have an official name already. The incident.

He blinks again, and notices a warmth beside him. Gem is curled up in the bed as well, her face hidden in his side. Right, they'd both accidentally fallen asleep the night prior, too tired to keep doing much else. Not that either of them mind, for they probably kept each other rather warm enough throughout the coldness of the night prior. At the foot of the bed there is a pile of books, new ones Gem had found. She'd been looking for something, she wouldn't tell him what, and the half dragon had tried to help his sister the best he could. 

Fwhip shifts, dislodging his sister and trying his best not to kick the books. It's a small bed, so Gem doesn't go far, and ends up in almost the same position she had been in before. He holds back a smile, and removes the stupidly big wizard hat from his twins head, lest it get any more wrinkled while she sleeps. 

They were never really like this before. Affectionate, he means, they were never the most affectionate. But, well, losing everything but one person changes that. Fwhip fights back a frown at the thought, and fixes Gem's messed up bangs as gently as he can. He knows how much he hates her hair being messy, after all. 

If he looks on the side of the small bed, the ginger can see Nova and Koda. The two dogs are curled up in a pile on the floor, and in the middle of said pile is the baby dragon Violet. The other wyverns seem to be hanging around outside the window, so that's all the pets accounted for. Though the three massive wyverns could take care of themselves. 

Beside him, Gem finally stirs. She sits up with a small sound, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Fwhip turns his head, and gives the best smile he can manage. “Morning sleepy head.” He huffs, nudging her side gently, to prod her awake more. His sister just makes a vaguely annoyed sound at that, never having been much of a morning person. 

“Morning.” She grumbles, stretching her arms upwards when she is finally upright. “We both fell asleep, didn't we?” Gem goes to stretch her legs as well, but stops herself, realizing the mess that lays on the foot of the bed; also looking like she forgot that they put it there.

“Yeah.” Fwhip answers, failing to hold back an amused snort at his sister's face. Normally, the wizard would glare at him, or something of the like for that. But she has never been a morning person, and is therefore not in the mood for an exchange like that. Instead she just ignores her brother, and finishes what stretches she can in the limited space of her bed. Because this was her room they’d fallen asleep in. The half dragon would never be caught dead with this many books in his room, especially not one's about magic.

“So much for my research.” Gem sighs, looking at the rather concerning stack of books on the bed. It’s honestly a miracle none where kicked off, with two people sleeping on the bed. Two people that were reportedly very restless when they slept, for a magnitude of different reasons. It’s also a surprise they didn’t shuffle too much and wake each other up, but maybe that shows just how bone tired the twins are. How bone tired they have been, for what feels like years now. It’s only been half of one.

“What're you even looking for?” Fwhip asks, scanning over the titles of the books once again. They all have something to do with spells or potions. Some are even written in other languages, like elvish, galactic, or even fae speak. A bunch of jargon the former Count knows he can’t read, and didn’t even know his sister could. Though he shouldn’t be surprised, for how well read Gem always was. The only languages Fwhip new were the native ones from their homes, and the ones of machinery. (He knew a fair amount of mermish languages, like codlish and whatever the salomfolk had used to speak. He ignores that fact, and the books written in those dialects, for his own sanity and peace of mind.)

“It's a surprise.” Gem says, throwing her legs off the edge of the bed. She glances around, presumably for her hat, probably very aware of its absence atop her head. Wordlessly, Fwhip reaches to wear he had put it, and goes to hand it back to her.

“I hate surprises.” He says, his sister taking the hat back from him. He felt inclined to help Gem put it back on, but knew she liked wearing it (and all her clothes, really), in a specific way. So the ginger knew it was best to let Gem handle all of that, unless she specifically asked for help with something. And Fwhip could understand, for he was often the same way with his own clothes. It was a twin thing, as their parents had always lovingly said. When they had still been around, that is.

“No you don't.” Gem calls him out in his lie. Surprises are the whole reason why he loves inventing, and making things, because there’s usually a fair amount of them in his creative process. And she had seen him get way too happy over every birthday and Christmas surprise to ever believe him on that. “Now help me put these books away.”

“Fine, oh Great Wizard.” Fwhip huffs, following the wizard’s lead as she gets to her feet. He steps over the dogs, who have surprisingly not stirred at all the noise yet. And neither has violet, which is even more surprising; but also kinda a relief. A baby dragon was always quite the handful to handle in the mornings. A glance out the window told him the wyverns had deprecated too, which meant the morning was finally, truly getting started. Even if that start was probably a little later than they both would've liked. 

“That's Miss Great Wizard to you!” Gem exclaims, already carrying about five, maybe six heavy books in her arms. The former Count hurries to keep up with her, grabbing what things he can from the edge of the bed. There are a few other things, notepads and writing utensils, hidden beneath the sheets as well. Which was even more stuff to clean up. Yay .

“Excuse me. Fine, oh Miss Great Wizard.” Fwhip snorts in amusement again, tempting himself to nudge Gem once more. But he figures that's a bad idea, with all the books she's carrying. Dropping one would probably be unfun, and also wake both of the dogs up. 

“Are you sure you can carry all that? Nothings gonna give out on you?” Gem asks, seeing the load he has already started to carry. Said load only consisted of the same amount of books she had, maybe one more or one less. Fwhip wouldn’t know, he wasn’t counting when he grabbed the books. He had just grabbed at random to feel like he was helping.

“I'm sure. I'll be fine.” The former Count shrugs, adjusting the weight in his arms again. To be sure he won’t drop it, and to assure both himself and his sister. Even if he doesn’t think that will do much in the way of assurance, it's better than just standing there with a loose grip on seven odd books.

Gem goes to scold him, but is quickly cut off. Partly because they have done this song and dance before, many of times since he was first injured. So much so that the half dragon has grown bored and exasperated by the predictable arguments they have. It does not help that he also has never been a morning person. Another one of those twin things they shared. “Fwhip-”

“I'll be fine.” The ginger pushes, making a point by walking several steps forward. He can feel the light ache in his arm, but that is okay. It’s only a light ache, and those tend to either stay consistent or get worse. Usually they do the former more. So he can carry this stuff a few doors down to the library easily, no problem or any pain involved! 

“If you insist.” The wizard sighs, tightening her grip on her own things. She goes to catch up, to walk beside him and try to get the door. Fwhip has to hold back a smug, triumphant little grin, and the stub of a long gone limb flicks in happy success. 

Right after Gem finally relents, and finally agrees to let him do something like this on his own, his body decides to work against him. Pain shoots up his arm and leg at once, the ones on the same side, and Fwhip has to hold back a swear. The pain gets to his head as well, as it often does, and he knows he’s going to fall before he even starts to do so; the sensation has become that unbalancing.

“Shit” He hisses, catching himself on the door frame. Despite his best efforts, two books do slip from his grasp and tumble to the floor. Two loud bangs follow them, and the dogs jolt awake with ear splitting barks. Their barks normally don't hurt at all, now it's just a really bad time for them to be making any noise. 

Gem sees him wince at the sound, and hushes the animals as quickly as possible. They always did listen to Fwhip more than her. But Nova and Koda, as if able to sense the energy in the wizard’s voice, or how much pain their owner is in, do quiet down after a few seconds. They also keep Violet,  who is now awake. occupied in their own doggy way. Somehow. Which leaves all of Gem’s attention thankfully free for her injured idiot brother.

“Are you okay?” His sister asks, at his side in an instant. Worry is clear in her tone, and Fwhip has to ignore it. If he doesn’t, the guilt of causing it will consume him whole and make this whole situation worse than it already is. If it can get any worse, goddammit.

“I'm fine.” He says, trying to lean toward his sibling. Towards her warmth and comforting, familiar presence. But if he does that he is not fine, and she will have to spend half her day helping and healing him once again. So Fwhip does not do that, instead he leans away, and ignores the flash of pain as he does. Moving hurts , everything hurts right now.

“Don't lie to me.” Gem doesn’t chastise him at the moment, even though she has more than every right too. Mainly because her brothers stupid, and have done this dozens of times. Most importantly, he will do it again. But Gem is smart and caring enough to know that lecturing will do nothing but make the half dragon feel worse. So instead she allows herself to fret and worry, and let the warmness of it wash over her stupid sibling. Even if he can’t appreciate it at the moment, they both know he will later.

“....I'm fine.” Fwhip huffs, going to stand. Instantly, he falls down again, his chest landing hard on the books he’s carrying. It knocks the wind out of him, which is just great , just another problem he needs right now. Pain shoots up his arm and leg again, and feels like it is traveling up to his back. Which is fan- fucking -tastic! Back pain, again! His favorite thing on the pain menu!

“Idiot.” Gem huffs, not meaning the insult seriously. Well, not too seriously. She crouches next to her brother, taking the books he hadn’t dropped away from him desperately. She places them quietly next to her own stack, now on the floor as well, trying to avoid making anymore very loud noises. Fwhip wants to protest, but his damaged arm is already giving out from the main, and the ringing in his ears has not subsided. And his bad leg is aching, probably because he’s so shit at taking care of it. The ginger whimpers, and feels stupid. Like some helpless child.

“You need to rest.” The wizard hums, running a comforting hand through his hair. Fwhip hates how he leans into it, like a small child leans into his mother when sick. He hates it. The half dragon hates all of this so much, and the searing pain on his right side is not making it (or his mood, for that matter,) any better.

“...J-just got up.” He protests, the half dragon’s voice sounding weak even to him. He pushes the thought away, along with the waves of self hatred that follows it. Fwhip does not need to focus on that right now, he needs to focus on breathing, so he can stand again, and not worry his sister anymore. He can focus on all those bad thoughts later, when he’s trying to sleep ofcourse. 

“I know, but you’re hurting.” Gem soothes, petting Fwhip’s head some more. Finally, he allows himself to go slack, and lean into all the comfort he is being given.“I’ll get you some ice and a hot drink okay? After I clean this.” She tells him her plan, like he is a small child. And the half dragon knows this is for his own good, and that he is not being babied. He knows Gem would rather stab herself than treat him as lesser, if he didn’t do it first, but it is hard to ignore the nagging in the back of his head telling him otherwise.

“Sure. Whatever.” He huffs, moving away from her touch. Gem removes her hand from his head, resting it on his arm instead. A sign  he knows well, indicating that he is about to be helped up. What can the ginger say, he finds himself randomly falling a lot more these days…like some kinda old man…

“Think you can get to your own room? It’s just a door over.” Gem says, watching as her brother stops kneeling over on the floor. The half dragon moves into a crouching possession, the pain finally starting to dull enough to move. He lets the wizard hold his hands in hers, and gets ready to go back to standing for just a few minutes.

“I can.” Fwhip says, taking a few moments to catch his breath, and lets the pain dull the best he can. Thought that probably won’t be for very long, but hopefully long enough to do what his sister is suggesting. Because as much as he hates to admit it, it is a damn good and perfectly sensible (maybe even a tempting) suggestion. “I can.”

After that, Gem hoists him to his feet smoothly, well used to doing it by now. She is also strong enough to do so as well, rather impressively. Fwhip mangoes to make it across the hall, only having to lean against a wall for a good minute, maybe too at the most, before he is able to shamble away. Gem calls that she is going to clean their prior mess, and change into some new clothes, then she can do whatever he needs. He yells back some word of acknowledgement, and lets his mind wander elsewhere for a minute as he enters his bedroom for the first time that day. Probably the only one too, since Fwhip will most likely be stuck in it for most of not all of the day, at the rate he’s going indicates anything.

They have a few villagers living closer to the bottom of the mountain, and that's it. Other than that, the mountain is very lonely. Always has been, and probably always will be. It’s what he thinks about as he looks out his bedroom window, shuffling with his good clothes. He knows Gem told him to rest, but he at least wants to change out of his probably dirty ones. Look presentable for the day, in case he needs to actually do something. If the aching in his muscles lets him.

He holds back a sigh, and quickly shrugs off his clothes from the day prior. An outfit that reminds him of his younger days. Before he was a leader of anything. Back in his early twenties, when he was a very different and more unpleasant man. Times he wasn’t very fond of remembering, for a lot of reasons. The casual outfit he was shrugging on now was more like the current Fwhip, and subsequently made him feel more comfortable in his own skin. Even if his arms did burn with a pain they hadn’t years ago, when he had truly come into his own and first adopted this style.

Fwhip catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and has to look away. He hates seeing the scars that line his face, truly he does. They bring nothing but bad memories and pain. They're all explosion shaped, a reminder of why the marks are there in the first place. A permanent reminder of what he has done. 

The former Count sighs, and shrugs his coat off. He has to see the scars on his arms as well, and they are much like the ones lining his face. He sits down on the edge of the bed, one he often finds himself able to get out of, and lets all those rather unpleasant thought consume him as he looks at his scars. 

The explosion banged him up pretty good, Fwhip has to admit. It leaves him unable to do much, some days. Either from physical pain or the probable depression, the former Count has found himself bed ridden more than once. He hates it, being useless while Gem works around the house and tries to carry on. He knows she understands, but he still hates it nonetheless. 

Gem was hurt in the incident, but less than him. Fwhip experienced the whole blast, while his sister only got a silence of the aftershock. She had a few sprains that had long since healed, and some lingering pain. Pain that lingered in her legs and arms, but pain that could be easily managed with spells and natural healing methods. Though the emotional and mental pain did not heal as fast. Her dragon's were also okay, and had quickly healed from whatever damage they had sustained. Something about them healing quicker and being more than people were. 

Fwhip, on the other hand, has had more lasting injuries than his sibling. For starters, his physical pain lasts longer, and is worse. It often calls him to fall down or lose balance, like it had barely half an hour. Which meant he couldn't do any heavy lifting, which eliminated most tasks that would make him feel helpful and like a worthwhile member of this house. Because the universe loves screwing him over as of late, it seems. 

He cannot say which of them has it worse emotionally or mentally, but the former Count figures it's similar enough. They had both lost everything that day after all. Though mental illness and the emotional pain that came from trauma were never something to be compared or pitted against each other. And he wouldn't be the one to start it, Fwhip wasn't that far gone. Not yet, anyways, and hopefully never. 

His injuries had been more serious, multiple contributing to his new balance and coordination problems. One of said injuries being the loss of most of his tail, the limb having been blown off in the explosion. Half dragons often used their tails for balance, to support the extra weight their wings added. Though not that that mattered anymore, because his wings were also gone, blown to bits. Well, they hadn’t all been blown up that day, only half of them having remained. But half dragons do not grow their wings back, and the tissue had been badly damaged and bleeding from multiple tears where flesh had once been. The risk of an infection was far too high for even the most experienced healers to be comfortable stitching his wounds closed. Back then, and still now, it was better for him, and their current situation, to amputate the rest of his wings. Even if it was one of the hardest things Fwhip had ever had to do.

Neither of the twins were doctors, but he was sure he’d sustained some type of nerve damage somewhere along his body, and something was permanently wrong with his back too most likely. Oh, and he had god awful headaches and migraines now, probably also there to stay forever. Or maybe all of it was fixable. He wouldn’t know, he wasn’t a healer; was never good at that sort of thing.

Fwhip figures Gem has a permanent ailment or two as well, just that they're more manageable. But she doesn’t mention them, opting to worry about her brother and his myriad of new health issues instead. And the ginger did appreciate it, really, he just wished his sister would care for herself more. He could see the pain and grief hidden in her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to mask it.

The half dragon sighed, knowing he would have to retire for the day. And it was barely even mid morning. His pains had gotten worse while he sat there thinking. So reluctantly, his limbs aching like an absolute bitch and the phantom pains consuming his whole backside, Fwhip allows himself to curl up under the warm covers of his bed. He jokingly blames this all on the studying and reading he had to do last night, his body getting revenge for doing many mundane activities he knew he wasn’t a fan of.

A few minutes later, both Koda and Nova clamber onto his bed, knowing to be gentle when he is in the state. Fwhip smiles, and gives them both plenty of rubs and scratches behind the ears, letting them know he is not bad for their earlier barking. He grabs a book from his nightstand, one on machines and redstone. He’s had enough of books in the past twenty four hours, but there’s not much else to do to pass the time.

Fwhip hums as he flips through a page, his interest somewhat peaked. He’s read this book before, many of times, but it has yet to get interesting. He hears some clinking in the kitchen, and hopes Gem will make him that magic tea. The one that works on easing pain. Or maybe just some normal tea, his favorite flavor, just to make this day go a bit better. If only to help him get through the pain, that will be enough. What she does is always more than enough, after all.

[mamamittens]

A Lone Melody (Pt. 2)

Platonic parental Yandere Arlong & OC(Melody)

Main|First

Warnings: Possessive behavior and references to canonical racism and slavery.

Word Count: 1,388

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There were some adjustments to be made when considering a baby on board a ship. Arlong wasn’t stupid, he knew this would have to happen in some way or another. Simple things like setting up designated play areas to occupy Melody when all hands were needed on deck—much as she clearly hated being left alone. They also had to stock up on special food for her since she was too young to even really have solid food, even if it was smashed all to hell. A weird powder substance that keeps better than trying to maintain a milk supply given that, for all the many talents in the crew, spontaneously providing baby-safe milk was simply not something any of the men could do.

It was a bit of learning curve for everyone but having a bubbly baby happy to be talked at did wonders for morale.

Arlong was currently trying to get Melody to speak. Holding her up to his chest and pointing out things and people as they passed by.

“—And those are seagulls, the noisy shits. A pretty good indication that an island is nearby since birds don’t usually like to sleep on the sea. You know Jinbe, of course—” Arlong prattled on as Jinbe walked by, rolling his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure you need to wait until she at least has her teeth in before she’ll be talking, Arlong.” Jinbe sighed.

“It’s never too early to start learning, Jinbe!” Arlong hissed before turning back to Melody with a wide smile, “But you could always call him ‘asshole’! Shahahahahaha~!”

“Mmmmm-bah~bah~!” Melody crowed gleefully along with Arlong.

Jinbe drove his fist into Arlong’s head.

“Stop teaching her swear words!” Jinbe hissed, ignoring Arlong’s yelp. “Or the first word out of her mouth will make a sailor blush!” He warned.

Arlong grumbled, rubbing his head.

“Fine. I guess you have a point.” Arlong mumbled, watching Jinbe walk away in a huff. He leaned in close. “Call me ‘dada’ before you call him ‘papa’ or ‘uncle’ and I’ll give you ice cream for dinner.” Arlong whispered, Melody playing along and quietly babbling back to him.

“Abbppft!” She babbled wetly, sticking her hand in her mouth to gnaw on it.

Arlong frowned, considering how wise it would be before gently pulling her hand free. He pressed his finger against her gums and noted the firm notches as she seemed to take offense at his intrusion. Angrily babbling to the best of her ability.

“Looks like someone’s about to start teething. What are you going to grow in there, pup? Something fierce like me?” Arlong asked rhetorically. Melody smacked at his hand until he withdrew with a chuckle, her face scrunched up in irritation before she shoved her hand back in. “Prefer to do it yourself, huh? That’s a good attitude to have, pup.” Arlong praised.

“Hey, Arlong! Are you going to keep talking to yourself or are you going to help trim these sails?” One of the others called. Arlong huffed, looking around for someone to watch Melody for a minute. He didn’t have his sling on hand so he wouldn’t be able to just slip her in and go help out.

“I’ll hold her for a while, Arlong. Go help the others.” Fisher Tiger said, walking up behind Arlong. Arlong startled for a moment, more than a little surprised.

Fisher Tiger had been a bit… distant as far as Melody was concerned, leaving the care of the infant to the rest of them.

“Ah… alright. I’ll be right back, pup, so you behave now.” Arlong warned, handing her off before going to the rigging as requested. Eager as always to go back to holding Melody.

--*--

Fisher Tiger looked down at the small baby with an ache deep in his chest.

The baby gazed up at him from between tufts of downy soft hair, eyes red as blood fixed on him innocently. Still half chewing her own hand, she reached with the other to pull herself up and look at him better.

Shame pooled in his gut as he lowered his head, brushing his thumb over her too-soft skin.

“I’m sorry, little one… my hatred is not your fault…” Fisher Tiger whispered softly into her hair.

He never felt as much of a charlatan as he did while looking at Melody. A large part of him holding such resentment for a mere fraction of her species. Her human features plain as day to his eyes despite his best efforts to see beyond race. She is wholly innocent of the crimes that have been committed against himself and their people.

But still he can’t help but see it. And he is not proud of that fact.

Fisher Tiger is quick to give Melody back to Arlong despite her attempt to reach back out to him.

A move he ignores, still seeing the shadows of faces that have no relation to the half-fishman child.

--*--

After almost three months, there was a passing ship that decided to veer towards them, clearly looking for a fight. Some group of ramshackle pirates probably assuming a ship of lowly fishmen could never beat them.

Arlong grins, grabbing his weapon with Melody strapped to his chest. Hatchan looked at him nervously.

“What, Hachi?” Arlong hissed after a solid minute of the tension increasing.

“You’re not… really going into a fight with Melody, are you?” Hatchan asked nervously, Jinbe doing a double take in surprise. Arlong assumed that Jinbe was so used to seeing Melody in the sling that he didn’t even register it until that moment.

“What? Think I can’t take a few measly humans?” Arlong spat, making Hatchan flinch and shuffle back a few steps.

“It’s just not safe, is all!” He protested.

“She’s perfectly safe with me!” Arlong argued back, resting a hand over her small form when she started to whine.

“Arlong.”

Arlong’s head whipped over to Jinbe, his face hot with embarrassment at the tone Jinbe had taken up.

“What?” Jinbe looked at him like he was a pathetic worm, eyes trailing down slowly to his chest where Melody was secured.

“You’re scaring her.” Jinbe said slowly, like he was a fucking idiot. “She’s just a baby, Arlong. She may be safe with you, but she doesn’t know that. And she won’t understand that if there’s gunfire and blades crossing all around her.”

Arlong looked down and his heart sank.

Melody’s eyes were wide and lined with tears, lips wobbling as she aggressively bit on her fingers in worry. Soft face almost as red as her eyes.

“O-Ohhh, oh no, pup, no!” Arlong cooed softly, quickly heading down below deck to their rooms. Lifting Melody out of the sling and placing her on his cot, wiping her wet cheeks as he kneeled down. “Melody, don’t cry now… I’m sorry, pup. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to wipe out those filthy humans so you can play on deck again—here, play with this while I take care of something up top.” Arlong quickly wadded up his blankets into a nest to keep her from rolling onto the floor and pulled out a string of pearls. The chain tying them together more than enough to withstand Melody’s inquisitive grasp. And the pearls would probably feel nice to teeth on.

Melody seemed unhappy with the trade off but soothed herself by placing a pearl just smaller than her tiny, baby fist into her mouth. The faint flash of white informing Arlong that she was indeed teething successfully. He gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her soft hair and dashed out of the room to join the fight he could already hear starting.

Arlong hoped she grew out proper fangs like his rather than some useless, flat teeth. Better to bite back with, after all, and with how cute she is, she’ll need every advantage to scare away worms. Not that he’d make her do that all on her own, but still, some level of independence was healthy for children. Kept them confident and happy.

Jinbe caught Arlong’s eye as he rejoined the crew in the fight.

Jinbe looked pleased with himself, much to Arlong’s annoyance. So what if he was right, once? Arlong still knew what was best for his little girl.