#i am become trash (ooc)

[rcdiostcrs]

i kinda wanna make eleven an actual character...

[anunkindncss]

Guess who threw out their back last night? That is the LAST time I let my nephew convince me I’m not “too old”.

[milksnake-tea]

The Stellaron Hunters were a group renowned and hated across the galaxies, both feared and respected by the factions. But under those skillful manipulations and operations, was an organization as put together as a monkey circus. You should know this best, as a member of this menagerie.

stellaron hunter!reader (no specific pairings)

contains: cursing, possibly ooc, written before version 1.2, just a bunch of silly shenanigans, unedited, can be read as romantic and platonic !!

word count: 3.7k

a/n: i had to rewrite this like... 4 times bc tumblr kept deleting it :// anyways night dancer got me through this piece so :D u can tell i have a blade preference but listen he's hot

Before we get on with the sillies, let's lay down some groundwork.

Every Stellaron Hunter has a specific role in mind. Blade is the feral dog that you throw at people, Kafka pisses people off (and shoots ig), and Silver Wolf gets past all defenses.

You're the expert on espionage and disguise. With the power of masks, voice changers, and makeup, you can become basically anyone if you put your mind to it. Even people with completely different builds than you, you could pull off - as long as the holographs don't start glitching out.

You're often paired with Silver Wolf in order to infiltrate various bases. Silver Wolf can transcend any physical barriers, while you sweet talk your way into the inner circles of any leaders. Sometimes, you implant ideas into people's heads in order to guide them towards a certain path, sometimes you just do it for the fun of it.

Your favorite victim so far has been the Express. Ever since the Trailblazer joined, you've entertained yourself by posing as them or other members of the Express (the only ones you can't figure out are Welt Yang and the conductor, Pom-Pom).

And it was surprising, how easily you could trick March 7th and Dan Heng. You had no idea where the original Trailblazer was (probably up some poor soul's dumpster), but frankly, you didn't care.

You somehow managed to trick the two for the better half of a day. It wasn't until you didn't jump at the sight of the first trashcan on the Xianzhou Luofu that the duo realized that something was off.

"Who- Who are you?!"

March stepped back, Dan Heng already drawing his spear. But you weren't going to give in so easily. No, you wanted to see just how far you could take this.

"Guys?" You feigned hurt and confusion as you faced the two. "What're you..."

"Don't play dumb," Dan Heng cut you off, thrusting his spear under your chin. "You're not them. The real Trailblazer would've started ransacking that trashcan by now."

What kind of freak-

"C'mon guys, I have taste," you sighed, crossing your arms. "The trashcans here don't compare to the ones at Belobog. They're not as shiny."

"Trailblazer said that appearance doesn't matter when it comes to trash!" March shot back, her bow appearing in her hands. "Enough games, who are you really?"

You paused for a moment, contemplating your options. You could try to bullshit your way out of this, but you sincerely doubted you would be able to. What kind of freak personality did Silver Wolf program into the vessel, anyways?

You sighed, making the two tense up. Your face, still that of the Trailblazer's, twisted into a condescending sneer, before you doubled over in laughter.

"Ah... Damnit, and here I thought I was doing well!" You stretched your arms, March backing away from you. "Well, that just goes to show, I still have much to improve."

With a snap of your fingers, your disguise melted away, revealing your true appearnce.

"You're-!" March gasped. "You're one of the Stellaron Hunters!"

"Am I really that famous?" you pondered, leaning back on the railing. "And here I thought Kafka or Silver Wolf were more popular."

"What're you trying to pull," Dan Heng growled, "pretending to be the Trailblazer? What did you do to them?"

"Oh, nothing," you replied simply, popping your bone. "I just sent them a coupon for that restaurant down the street. So don't worry yourselves, I'm just here to have a little bit of fun."

Before the two could comprehend the stupidity of their companion, you jumped onto the railing, balancing on your toes.

"Well, it's been fun, Nameless." You waved cheerfully, taking a step back into the open air. "Let's meet again sometime soon, yeah?"

"Wait!" They rushed to the railing, adamant on catching you - but you had already vanished.

The world might see you as a complete weirdo, but honestly, you aren't even the worst of the Stellaron Hunters. In your humble opinion, you're the lesser evil compared to your comrades.

If you're going to survive in this job, you have to get used to Kafka bullying you. Don't worry, she does it to everyone, it's not just you. But signing up to become a Stellaron Hunter also means you sign up to a life of relentless teasing.

You roll your eyes at the feeling of a familiar gun barrel against your head. Kafka holds it against your temple firmly, but you know her finger isn’t anywhere near the trigger. It’s not like you’re Blade, who somehow survived getting thrown off a four-story building.

“Now who do we have here?” Kafka muses lazily. “A potential spy from the IPC? Or perhaps, one of the Xianzhou Cloud Knights?”

“Don’t fuck with me, Kafka,” you turn around, unimpressed. With one move, you pulled off your mask, glaring at her pointedly as you grab a bottle of water. “I know that thing isn’t loaded.”

“Oh, it’s you, [Name],” Your senior gasps mockingly, removing the gun. “When did you come in? I could’ve sworn an intruder-”

You throw the bottle at her. She dodges because of course she does.

And Kafka isn't even the least of your worries. At least she has a sense of financial responsibility.

There's no doubt that Silver Wolf is integral to the workings of the Stellaron Hunters, especially with her hacking abilities. She's certainly skilled with her work, and she has saved your ass many times before.

But sometimes, you have to play babysitter to her, because homegirl may or may not have a gambling addiction, especially when it comes to whatever those gacha games of hers. Whenever she visits the city's nearby arcade or casino, either you or Kafka have to be around so that she doesn't end up gambling all of your funds away. You would get Blade to do it, except he couldn't care less about your financial problems.

“Let me go! I’ve almost got it, I know I do!”

Silver Wolf kicked at your shoulders wildly as you hoisted her up. You paid her no mind as you left the arcade, Blade walking in tow. You kept a firm grip on his sleeve, making sure he didn’t run off and start any trouble. You saw the look he gave the claw machine. If you hadn’t dragged Silver Wolf away, he would’ve likely broken the thing out of impatience.

“I was so close!” The girl on your shoulder whined, like a kid who didn’t get their favorite toy.

“You already spent 500k on it,” you replied bluntly. “It’s a scam, don’t you know?”

“So what?” Silver Wolf retorted. “I would’ve won!”

“Yeah,” you shifted her up, your shoulder getting sore. You weren’t really built for hard labor. “After you spent another hundred thousand credits, sure.”

“I wasn’t!” She’d stopped fighting you, now hanging limply so that her entire weight pressed down on you. “I could’ve hacked it-”

“Really? You’d put that much effort into a claw machine?” Before Silver Wolf could argue, your phone dinged, as did Blade’s and Silver Wolf’s - successfully interrupting your bickering. You glanced at Blade as he checked his phone for the three of you.

“It’s Kafka,” he reported, typing out a quick response. “She says it’s time to go back.”

“Tell her we’ll be there in 10 minutes, if Silver stops her tantrum,” you said, looking pointedly at Silver Wolf. The hacker kicked you in response. 

“I am not throwing a tantrum,” she huffed. You rolled your eyes.

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Speaking of which, Blade is like your guard dog. A very intimidating guard dog. With a sword. And attitude issues.

Come to think of it, he's more like a cat if anything.

When he's not being launched at the faces of various enemies, Blade often finds himself acting as your shadow. He just follows you around, doesn't say anything, and the second he smells a whiff of a threat, the sword comes out and you have to talk him down before someone calls the cops.

It seems that you’re the only one unaffected by the suffocating tension clogging up the clothing store. There’s an obvious circle of space surrounding you and Blade as you browse through various suits, intent on finding one that would fit the man standing behind you. Elio’s next script required that Blade and Kafka go to a dinner party, and knowing Blade, the man didn’t have any clothes other than the ones you and the other Hunters got for him.

It wasn’t that Blade didn’t have an eye for fashion, rather, he simply didn’t care much for it. Shopping wasn’t exactly his cup of tea either. His hands itched for action, but he did have to admit that this was better than sulking around in his room all day.

You pulled out another suit that had caught your eye, a simple black one with a bronze lapel. It would fit the vest you’d already picked out for him. Holding it out in front of Blade, you squint as you try to picture what it’d look like on him.

Decent enough. You hummed in satisfaction, turning the suit around to show it to him. “What do you think?”

Blade shrugs, only giving the suit a brief glance. “It’s fine.”

You sigh, giving him a look. “Do you like it?”

“It isn’t the worst thing you’ve put me in,” he says nonchalantly. You huff, lightly hitting his chest. For a second, a glimmer of a smile flickers onto his face at your action.

“Watch your attitude,” you reprimand playfully. “Otherwise I’m giving you the shittiest suit I can find in here.”

“You wouldn’t,” Blade says easily as the two of you walk toward the cash registers. “Your heart couldn’t bear to do that to a face like mine.”

“Cheeky brat.”

You remember the day Blade was first brought to the base, picked up by Kafka and Elio like a stray cat. He had a strange resemblance to that of a drowned rat, being absolutely sopping wet.

Your seniors just kinda dropped him off into your room with the only instructions being "Make him look presentable", which didn't give you a lot to work with. You weren't sure how you were going to fix him, but after a lot of bathing, hair drying, and brushing, you soon discovered that the drowned rat had a pretty face.

So basically, you're the only reason why he looks remotely presentable.

And quite frankly, Blade does not make it easier on you. He doesn't care about how he looks, only how his enemies look - and that's dead and unmoving. Sir somehow manages to fuck up his fit every time he goes on mission, coming back with his very expensive clothes, mind you, covered in blood, and his hair messed up.

The audacity of him, to just walk into your room unannounced, clothes completely torn and hair a mess, and plop himself down on your perfectly clean chair and wait for you to fix him up. Granted, you'll do it (you wouldn't allow any of your comrades to leave without a decent haircut), but that doesn't mean you won't rattle his ear off with a scolding.

“Just what did you do to it this time?”

You grumbled as you cut away at Blade’s hair, the man in question sitting in your salon chair and scrolling through his phone. He had just come back from a mission, and this time he somehow managed to cut off the bottom half of his long locks, resulting in a horrendously uneven cut.

“You’re literally so photogenic and then you go and do this?” you huffed, blowing his hair into his face with a blowdryer.

“You can fix it, can’t you?” Blade didn’t even look up from his screen as he texted Silver Wolf, likely using this as an excuse to escape her pleas to game with her.

You scowl, venting your anger as you brushed his hair, cutting a few extra strands. “Just because I can, doesn’t mean I always have the time to do so! Now sit still.”

Oh, and another thing? There's no such thing as privacy when you're with the Stellaron Hunters.

You first learned this when you came back from a particularly grueling mission, early on in your career with the Hunters. You were covered in blood that wasn't (or was it?) yours, drenched from the rain and safe to say, not in the greatest of moods. All you wanted was to take a shower, and preferably, take an undisturbed nap on your warm bed.

Unfortunately, Kafka had other plans.

You opened the door to find her lounging on YOUR bed, IN THE DARK, ruffling through your makeup collection like it was normal. She didn't even seem bothered when you flicked on the light, didn't even acknowledge you until you threw a knife at her.

And what did she say when you made it abundantly clear that she shouldn't be in here? Nothing. She just scrunched up her nose and told you to take a shower.

And that is how you learned that having your own room is utterly useless because every single Hunter could pick a lock. You could try to use an electric one. Silver Wolf sure did. And to her credit, it worked, until a certain dog named Blade came around and just kicked the door down.

Out of all the Stellaron Hunters to creep around in your room, Sam was by far the worse. You could handle Kafka going through your makeup, or Blade judging your taste in books. You can deal with Elio having his fucking shoes on your bed because he's your boss and honestly what are you going to do against an actual seer? Exactly. Nothing. At least his shoes are usually clean.

But Sam? He doesn't visit so that he can go through your things, or just hang around. No. He comes around with the pure intention of scaring the shit out of you.

He just waits?? Outside your door?? In the dark?? Until you open it and he jumps you. It usually ends with someone getting punched, but honestly, it's nothing either of you couldn't handle.

Silver Wolf likes to pretend that she isn't as bad as the other because in her words, she "gives you a warning". Said warning is "You better be decent" before she barges in and starts rambling about the new game she bought.

One time you were not decent and someone had to pay the price. That someone was not you.

There is one good thing that comes out of all this invasion of privacy. Because whatever the others do to you, you get to do right back to them. 

“What does this button do?”

“Don’t touch that.” Kafka playfully whined as Silver Wolf snatched away the console in her hands. The hacker was less than pleased, having returned to her room only to discover that she’d been chosen as the Hunters’ victim for today.

You lean against Kafka’s shoulder, pouting alongside her at your latest toy being confiscated. “C’mon Silver, let us have some fun at least.”

“After you two invaded my room? Not a chance,” she replied, tossing the console to somewhere you and Kafka couldn’t reach. Kafka merely hummed at the loss, leaning back onto Silver Wolf’s messy bed.

“You know, you should really clean up around here,” she commented. “They nearly killed themselves tripping over a stack of DVDs.”

“Agreed, although I wouldn’t mention that last part,” you said, picking up another one of Silver Wolf’s consoles. This one had a fighting game on it. Silver Wolf rolled her eyes as you quickly busied yourself with fighting the boss she had left off on.

“If you don’t want to get hurt, then don’t come in,” she said, plopping down on the bed next to you. Kafka smiled.

“Sure, but where’s the fun in that?” she asked, watching you tap away at the screen. “It was just a suggestion, no need to get all worked up.”

“I’m not, but okay.” Silver Wolf hissed as your character took damage. “If you get my character killed-”

“I won’t,” you retorted, swiftly defeating the boss. You tossed Silver Wolf the console. “See?”

“You’re half dead,” Silver Wolf deadpanned.

“Doesn't matter. I still won.”

Your group chat is an absolute mess, with no one understanding Silver Wolf's slang or dialect. Blade's outdated brain short-circuited the first time he touched a phone, while Kafka just silently accepted her fate. You often have to translate because Silver Wolf sure wasn't going to.

Gambling Addict: Ykw blade

Gambling Addict: This is why u pull no bitches

Gambling Addict: Bc if [name] didnt yassify u 

Gambling Addict: U would have zero rizz

Gambling Addict: Negative rizz actually

You: I see no lie here

Gambling Addict: So stfu about my social life at least i can pull bitches

DONT PICK UP: [Name], translate

Gambling Addict: [Name] i have ur closet at gunpoint 

You: She means Blade can't attract maidens bc he has as much charisma as a blobfish

You: Also stfu silver I know you can't shoot for shit

Gambling Addict: [NAME]

Gambling Addict: Actually no, ur right

DONT PICK UP: Oh, I see

You: I'm always right 💅✨

DONT PICK UP: That does sound like Bladie

Gambling Addict: Listen

Gambling Addict: All i know is that blades been real quiet since i said that

Blade: Silver Wolf.

Gambling Addict: And so he speaks!

Blade: Count your days.

You like to fuck with the others by pretending to be them. Blade nearly murdered you because one time you got bored, and decided that slandering his nonexistent image would be ample entertainment.

In minutes, you turned yourself into Blade's lookalike, and spent the afternoon prancing around in a maid dress because what else were you going to use it for? Unfortunately, that also put you as a target for Blade's wrath. Fortunately, you have a lot of experience escaping people you pissed off.

Silver Wolf still has the pictures. Kafka laughed her ass off until you did the exact same thing to her. And that's when she started shooting.

"I can't believe you did this," you sniffed dramatically, fake tears falling from your face. In your hands was what used to be your pride and joy, the beautiful maid dress that you'd spent millions on (lie).

What used to be a gorgeous garment with frills and lace, was now in tatters from Kafka's bullets and Blade's sword. The two aforementioned culprits weren't the slightest bit guilty as they watched you lament over your clothes.

"You should've thought of that before you started walking around like that," Kafka blew at her smoking gun. Blade nodded firmly in agreement, holding his sword close to his chest.

"It was cute!" you huffed, shaking your head. You weren't actually mad at them. You could always buy another dress to mess with them. Besides, you already got what you wanted.

Your gaze met with Silver Wolf's, who grinned back, holding her phone in between her fingers.

None of the Stellaron Hunters know basic first aid, and that includes you. Most of you just slap on a few bandages, some weird smelling ointment, and call it a day. Silver Wolf doesn't even do that, she just downs three bowls of rice and walks off the broken arm like a Sunday hangover.

But one day, just as your luck would have it, you came back to base with an injury that you couldn't just bandage away. No one knew what to do, and you were bleeding out fast. So what did this hardened group of criminals do?

They googled it. They fucking googled it.

Silver Wolf deadass just searched up how to fix you while you were bleeding out next to her. Kafka, to her credit, did hold your hand to try and comfort you (albeit mockingly), and Blade just stood back and watched. If Elio foresaw a way to help you, well, he didn't say anything.

But it all turned out all right in the end. Eventually, Silver Wolf gave up and simply shoved a bowl of her fried rice in front of you. You still don't know how or why, but it somehow worked. It shouldn't have, but it did.

The scene in front of you reminded you of a bunch of school children watching a chemistry experiment for the first time. The Stellaron Hunters crowded around you, eyes trained onto your closing wound with unnerving fascination. Even Blade, who rarely had any emotion at all, was watching you with the faintest glimmer of awe.

"What the hell did you put in that thing?" you turned in disbelief to Silver Wolf, the only unphased person in the room. The hacker was already somewhere else, her thumbs tapping rapidly as she played another one of her rhythm games.

"Trash."

"WHAT." You almost throttled her before she quickly teleported a safe distance away, clutching her phone to her chest.

"Kidding, kidding, no need to get all worked up!" She sighed, clearing a level without looking.

"Just some solid water and protein rice, that's all."

"You mean ice?" You swatted at Kafka, who was poking at where your wound used to be.

"No."

Safe to say, the Stellaron Hunters are an... interesting bunch, to put it lightly. They're all assholes, including you, and seem to thrive over inconveniencing each other. The only time you all can somewhat work together is when you're acting out one of Elio's scripts.

But you'd be lying if you said you hated working at this job. You live for the thrill of things, and being a Hunter was the most fun you've had in a long, long time, even if your coworkers occasionally annoyed you to death.

None of you would ever say it aloud, but you wouldn't trade each other for anything in the world.

[tessarionbestgirl]

Aemond and Alicent are getting a lot of hate from TG now, mostly Aegon stans. I agree that the show did Aegon dirty, but same goes for Aemond and Alicent. Bad writing affects them, too. However, some people tend to twist the narrative to show Aegon as the only victim. What's your opinion on this? Does Aemond owe an unyielding loyalty to Aegon? Should Alicent support Aegon more?

I am glad someone ask me this because I have so many thoughts on this subject. So first about Aegon's characterization compared to the book, in the book Aegon goes from a hedonistic character to competent leader and someone that cares about his family to fast. What the show is trying to do in my opinion, is slow his progression, we may get see book Aegon, later, even spoilers going around suggest we may get Criston Cole Kingmaker speech to him after Rook Rest. What is always a important thing because is supposed to be a inverse parallel in arcs compared to Rhaenyra, she starts as the Realm's Delight and then become Maegor with tits.

The rape scene I think was necessary? No, do I think is ooc? Absolutely not. We had a 12 year old girl sucking his dick in the book. The children's fighting ring may have been to much and unnecessary, but is not as like the show as well didn't made Rhaenyra way more stupid compared to her book version by having white babies and trying to pass them as bastards from a black guy.

The show is always going to choose a change for a more dramatic effect, so Aemond betraying Aegon is way more interesting than he just being a loyal dog to him. And it have been set up for this. We have Aegon bullying his ass when they are child, even though for Aegon this was nothing serious, because Aegon lacks knowledge of boundaries, he is the guy that bullies his younger brother, the guy that he masturbates naked from his own bedroom window, he is the guy who rapes a girl because he was too drunk and then tries to brush off, to her mom the same way he tried to brush off the fact he bullied his brother, "it was nothing serious". So of course makes sense a drunk adult Aegon humiliate Aemond in such intimacy moment while none of this friends laugh.

Of course Aemond who has desire for power and reflects this in the same way that Daemon desires to be king, and he truly believe he is more suited to be king, thing he said himself to Cole last season, so of course he would take a opportunity that presents it self with Aegon rush into a battle.

And this also adds to Aemond's arc as king slayer because killing Luke may have been a mistake, but burning his own brother was not. Tg being mad that their expectations of those characters didn't match up, doesn't equal bad writing in my view. But also, this coming from me, I don't like Fire and Blood because is a objectively a bad book and is full of inconsistencies, one of then is the battle Rook Rest, in each the show done better.

So does Aemond owe an unyielding loyalty to Aegon? This is hard question to answer because, I don't consume media like that. For me Aemond own nothing to Aegon, betraying him is not morality right, but is not ooc for those reasons I said previously. Like we have favorite characters on this show but we must have in mind those are very gray characters that can be very terrible people and this is a tragic story. The worse possible outcome of things will happen, for dramatic effect or to add to tragic story even if they have good intentions at first.

Now about Alicent, look I think people when analyzing that scene with her on the room forget all the events that happened to Alicent at this point. Alicent in previous council meetings have asking him to proceed with precaution, he ignore her and is rude to her, showing no respect for her, or for anyone on that table, then when Otto comes with idea for pr move he accepts, but Alicent end part of it, something she didn't want and have to watch her own daughter have a breakdown. Then all her effort goes to the trash because Aegon kill every rat catchers and banishes Otto the only person that not only have Aegon best interest but as well it gives Alicent voice in the council.

Tell me now how she wouldn't be pissed at him for him acting so reckless and not listing anyone while banishing away her father? And maybe in other circumstance she would speak to him in a different way. We saw how in the first small council scene she blames the Lannister for the kid behavior because she knows her own son.

But, here we are seeing a drunk mother that is in a middle of life crises very angry at her son.

So the words she would soft spoken to him in other circumstance she says more flatly , with no filter. But none of them are untrue, when she compared him to his father, people don't realize she is not saying Viserys was a good king, and Aegon is trash. She saying that Viserys used to listen to people around him when comes to the best interest of the realm. What Aegon does not.

When she says him to do nothing, people forget she also said he should learn first with all of them in the table. She is basically saying "be more humble and before giving your opinion or do something stupid, learn from others" but Aegon doesn't listen that, what he listens because of his own insecurities and trauma is " my mom find me useless and I have to prove myself because I'm not a fraud."

And you can not blame Alicent for Aegon internalized logic. Is sad he feels this way. But I am already spoken on how they showed Aegon have the same education than Aemond, but he didn't take that seriously, all this in S1 with that training scene, and this lead him to be the terrible leader that he is now and his own insecurities.

Should Alicent support Aegon more? Maybe she should be a more loving mother, but we can't forget her motherhood is a direct response of who she is as person and she is a very flawed individual as anyone and she can have bad days as anyone.

[lokigodofaces]

I feel bad because on the one hand I 100% am down with Sam Wilson as Captain America, I'm so happy for him. And, while it was definitely imperfect, I did enjoy Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I genuinely like him as Cap.

But also Marvel has ruined itself so badly that like I just prefer to not think about current Marvel. With a handful of exceptions, the first Doctor Strange is the last movie I "mentally live in," if that phrase makes remotely any sense at all. And even with Phase Three, the only ones I have Big Problems With are Infinity War and Endgame (Endgame much more so than Infinity War). Then Phase 4 came along and honestly the majority of the new stuff isn't that great. The last thing I watched was Moon Knight (one of the few exceptions lol). I don't really intend on watching anything else unless all of my mutuals start praising it (the only people I trust to talk about mcu lol). It's to the point that I "don't consider it." Like obviously it's canon and all but I just ignore the majority of new canon. Like my fics are not affected by the majority in the slightest. If something has been revealed in recent times, I don't know or care about it.

Which means that there is literally only one episode of Sam being Captain America that I am willing to refer to. I feel as if the franchise ended because I simply don't care and choose to like what's actually good. Which is only one fricking episode of Sam having the shield and the suit and using it.

As I said, I "mentally live in" earlier phases. So in all of my fics, Steve is still there. So he's Captain America. In one fic I'm going to do an Infinity War-esque plot, meaning that they'll fight Thanos over the Stones but there will be no compliance to canon other than world building. So Steve isn't gonna go do one of the most ooc things to exist in the mcu. So, if I were to continue the fic after the victory (I'm not planning on it but who knows?) Steve would still be there.

Like my beef isn't with Sam being Captain America. I knew that Steve would probably be written out due to Chris Evan's contract (I thought he would've died...tbh would've preferred that to the butchering of his character) so I figured it would've been passed on to Bucky or Sam. I was a little partial to Bucky (I was tired of people calling Bucky a villain and at the time as a teen I thought it would be great to see people canon & irl upset that he bore the mantle of the heroic Captain America, but that was literally the only reason, spite) but I honestly didn't care if it was Bucky or Sam. When TFATWS was announced I was HYPED to see Sam as Cap. Like please do not misinterpret me, I love the idea of Sam as Captain America.

My problem is with the MCU. It's taken such a turn for the worse. As I made abundantly clear, I have no interest in watching more recent mcu content.

And it just so happens to coincide with when Sam is Cap. Sam takes the shield and the suit then the MCU becomes a dumpster fire. So I don't even have interest in watching any future content with Sam because it's probably be a flaming pile of trash not because of Sam but because Feige couldn't make a decent marvel movie if his life depended on it anymore.

And it just sucks because I want to be invested in Sam as Captain America, but it's hard when I prefer to ignore the new MCU. And it's no fault of his, nor is this because I don't like Sam. It's because marvel has ruined every little bit of the mcu.

[juniperwoodwell]

Hey!! I heard you’re doing requests, can you do # 18 “You said you wanted to talk?” “Yeah… it can wait though. Enjoy your date.” AND #43 “Go easy, you’re carrying my child.” For Adam Sackler please? 🥺

The cliche:

Forever and always

Adam Sackler x F! Reader

•Word count:2k

•Warning(s): OOC Adam(Possibly), Pregnancy, Crying, fluff, Emotional rollercoaster, Children, cursing.

•Extra: Prompt will be bolded blue.

•Prompt(s) ADCU Prompt list

#18: "You said you wanted to talk?" "Yeah...It can wait though. Enjoy your date."

#43: "Go easy, You're carrying my child."

•A/n: I loved this idea so much! I wasn't sure if you wanted two different fics for Adam or not but I had an idea to use both in one. I hope you enjoy it!

"Hey, you said you wanted to talk?" Adam asked as he finished buttoning up his only nice dress shirt; you turned your head to him as you read something on your phone. Immediately your heart began to race. "I-I yeah, It can wait, though. Enjoy your date." You gave him your best smile, but something in your eyes must have given way to your growing anxiety. "But you made it seem important this morning." He walked over to the couch and sat down; you wanted to protest, but he spoke before you could. "It wouldn't have to do with that pregnancy test hidden in the trash bin, would it?" Your face went pale, and fear clouded your eyes. You nodded, Adam mirroring you. "I assumed so...It was positive Y/n. Did you do multiple or just the one?"

 "...I did four. Over the past two days..."

"Were they all positive?" He laid his arm on the back of the couch.

 "All except the second one I did. So...Three out of four." He hummed; you could tell he was becoming nervous as he unbuttoned the top button on his shirt.

"Okay, What do you want to do then?"

 You shrugged, "If I really am Pregnant, then I'm obviously going to keep it."

 "Okay, That's good to know. Do you know who the father is?" You looked away from him and out the window.

 This date Adam was going on was a blind date his friend set him up with; unbeknownst to the friend, You and Adam had been dating for over a year now, and It was a very open relationship. You were initially roommates, then decided to date after four years of living together. You both liked each other, but you were still exploring other relationships.

"I-...I think it's yours" You bit your lip, trying to keep your emotions at bay; when he didn't respond, you turned to look at him, His eyes were filled with tears, but none fell down his face.

"You think?"

You nodded. "I haven't slept with anyone but you since we started dating."

"Ah,"

 "I-I know how you feel about kids, and I know we were being careful...I just don't want you to be angry." Your tears were the first to fall.

"Angry?" He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to his chest. "Why the fuck would I be angry? Kid. I love you. I didn't even want to go on this stupid date." You wrapped your arms around him, and he pulled you in tighter, kissing your head and mumbling affirmations you couldn't quite catch over your soft sobs.

Once you calmed down, he pulled back and held your face in his large palms. "We're going to have a little rugrat. Can you believe that?" He smiled, warm tears falling from his joyful eyes

"...I thought you'd"

 "I'd what? Throw a fit and tell you to get rid of it? That I'd leave you?" You nodded. "You can be so oblivious sometimes" He chuckled and nuzzled his nose against yours. "Didn't I just tell you I love you? Don't you see how happy I am? Kid, This is probably the happiest day of my life." You laughed at his exaggerated tone, and he joined, pulling you back into a hug.

"We should get married."

 "What?"

"You heard me, Kid. Let's get married. Neither of us is enjoying this weird open relationship. Especially since I can no longer see myself with anyone but you." His confession brought more tears to your eyes, but before they could fall, he kissed you. One hand lay at your waist, and the other held the back of your neck as he moved you to sit on his lap.

A few hours later, you were both in his bed, your head on his chest as he played with your hair. "So, You never answered me." His voice was low as it rumbled from his chest, "About getting married?"

"Yeah."

 "I...I would like that. But are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. I wouldn't have said It if I wasn't. You know my past; you know what I had to go through...I don't want that for our kid." His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke; slowly, you sat up and looked down at him. "I love you, Adam Sackler. We are going to get married and have a baby." He laughed at your declaration and pulled you back down.

 "I'll get the papers; then we'll call up your parents. They'd kill us both if we didn't have a ceremony."

 You smiled and nodded. "Yeah...They still might kill us."

 "...Yeah. Hopefully, the baby will save us."

You laughed. "Me, maybe, but you? You knocked me up!"

"Fuck yes, I did." He said proudly, and you smacked his chest playfully, making him laugh.

"This is a lot of change, Adam...Are you sure we can handle this?" He nodded. "Yeah, yeah. We got this. If anything, we'll get help from your folks. I know this isn't how we wanted this to go, but I'm excited to see where it goes." You looked up at him and smiled; He returned it sweetly.

The following day you woke up to Adam passed out asleep on your stomach, His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and his cheek rested against your lower belly. Gently you started combing through his messy hair with your fingers, slowly waking him up. Eventually, he did, a goofy smile accompanying the crazy hair, kissing your exposed tummy before getting out of bed.

 "So, Who's room are we turning into the nursery?"

"Ha, you've been awake awhile, haven't  you, Kid?"

You nodded as you climbed out of bed and followed after him. "Yeah...Since six. I have a lot of stuff to process, Adam. " He turned his head as he opened the fridge. "How about we just think of breakfast first? I'm starving, and you're eating for two now." Sighing, you agreed; the both of you spoke as Adam made breakfast and then while you ate.

 Afterward, you went to your room and got changed into something nice; you had decided to go down to the courthouse and get the details sorted out; you practically ran to the front door to grab your shoes, and when you stood up, two arms wrapped around you and pulled you in close to the warm body. "Go easy; you're carrying my child." Adam kissed your head and nuzzled into you. "I know. I know, but I'm barely a month in. I think. Should we book an ultrasound too? Never mind, we'll figure that out later. Anyway, I think OUR child will be okay if I run around right now at this stage" Adam laughed softly into your hair as you spoke. "Okay. But just so you know, I'm going to baby you for the next nine-ish months. We're gonna read all the books and do the parenting classes. All the stuff I-we need to learn about taking care of you and the baby." You turned your head to look into his eyes. Tears glistened in your eyes; his gaze was soft and caring. "Kid. Don't give me those sad, worried eyes. We're gonna be just fine."

He kept his word through it all. Through the arguments with your parents and the tears. The ultrasounds and marriage arrangements. The mood swings and cravings as the months went on. Every morning he'd kiss your belly and tell you how excited he was. He took a picture of you every week to cherish your growing tummy's progress.

When it came to the final week, he was the calmest you've ever seen; he had read handfuls of parenting books and even took notes during the parenting classes. It seemed as if he had it all together, but you knew him well enough to know that he was just as nervous as you were.

"Adam!" You yelled from the living room of your new apartment; you both agreed you'd need more space. Quickly he walked over from the kitchen. "Yeah, kid?" He was used to the constant yelling now. You looked at the coffee table as you tried to sit up and grab the remote. "Help." You asked, obviously struggling, but He just leaned against the doorframe with an amused smile. "What was that?"

"Addaam," You exaggerated his name in annoyance; he chuckled and walked over to the couch "I'm as big as a boat, and you're just laughing at me"

 "You're not a boat. You're beautiful. But yes, Seeing you struggle a little bit is funny."

 "Yeah. We'll see if you'll laugh while I'm practically crushing your hand as I give birth to this baby." Your words seemed to quiet him, but that smile never left. He sat down beside you and kissed your head.

"It will be worth it."

Only a few days later, Adam drove you to the hospital a day early before the due date. After your parents got over the whole baby before marriage, they were overjoyed to be having a grandchild. They offered to pay for all the medical bills and even help find a suitable apartment; you and Adam weren't foolish enough to decline. You both worked crappy jobs and only had enough money for rent and food, so you graciously accepted and said you'd repay them with tons of visits. Adam stayed by your side the whole time, helping you breathe and talking you through it. Telling you how well you were doing and how strong you were.

Though, when it came time for him to hold his baby girl, he froze. Everything rushed over him like a tsunami; tears welled in his eyes as he stared down at her in your arms. "Oh, honey. It's okay." You said softly, doing your best to comfort him. "I- I'm terrified." He admitted when you took his hand, "Why are you terrified? What happened to all that confidence, huh?" "What if I mess this up." "You won't. Now hold your daughter Adam Sackler. She's going to need her dad to be strong for her." Adam nodded and kissed your head. "Yeah, You're right. The fun stuff is soon to come; gotta be strong." He gently took her from your arms, and the tears began to fall as she cooed at him. "I'm gonna take such good care of you and your mom. Okay? I'm gonna teach you how to walk and ride a bike and- and cook. I'll teach you how to make your mom's favorite foods." He declared all these things proudly and with all the love in his big heart.

The journey was long for you both, but the ending was just the beginning of something completely new and exciting but a little scary. You both could rely on the knowledge that you had each other's backs no matter what, through thick and thin. Good days and bad days, Forever and Always.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Trash of Gotham (Rewrite)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/miC8uVh by Fishhfood Cale would love to curse the God of Death right now. Was becoming a slacker too much to ask for? Apparently, It is. As much as I loved reading comics when I was Kim Rok Soo, Why the fuck. Would I want to be here? To make his situation more difficult the white radish is here and planning something. Could this get any worse? ** Aka Cale & The Fam in Batman Comics with some added romance **Rewrite of my first version of this not stolen** Words: 905, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Kiyo’s crossovers Fandoms: 백작가의 망나니가 되었다 - 유려한 | Lout of Count's Family | Trash of the Count's Family - Yulyeohan, DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo, White Star | Cale Barrow, Batfamily Members, Ra's al Ghul, Talia al Ghul, Gotham City Residents, Ron Molan Relationships: Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo/Bruce Wayne, Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo & Everyone, Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo & Batfamily, Roan Miru & Batfamily, Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo & Hong & On, Hong & Batfamily, On & Batfamily, Everyone & Everyone Additional Tags: Rewrite of the first attempt bc i hated it and it was too ooc, Everyone Loves Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo, Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo Needs a Hug, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily has issues but they love eachother, Everyone Needs A Hug, Does it count as Major character death if its Jason…, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Good Parent Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo, Roan and the kids are in this story they come later, Someone help me with ron’s personality pls…, Why Did I Write This?, I dont know to much abt batman i got my knowledge from fanfics, Ron was a assassin for League of assassins, This Is STUPID, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tags Are Hard, cale is pretty tell me otherwise, slowburn? idk if i know how to write slowburn but ill try, Light Angst, bc cale is only there temperally.., Or Is he?, who knows i certainly dont, i wrote this at 1 am read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/miC8uVh

[abysscronica]

Hi!

I just caught up with your recent Bonds chapter and am loving that’s it’s picking up so fast. Absolutely can’t wait to see how this goes!!

The very first chapter did make me slightly curious about something tho, and trigger warning just in case since this is a really sensitive topic: —if birdie had for whatever reason killed herself later after re-joining the marines, how do you think Kid or the marines would react? Not necessarily just because of the capture, but also just the general mess of not fitting in, losing Aokiji, then Kid, and all the trauma, etc.

I imagine Kid would be shocked, but do you think he’d blame himself/feel regret or get angry at the marines?

For marines, I think they’d all assume it was due to the captivity? Or do you think it’d be enough to recognize that their system/structure/methods need to change? Other than like Smoker and Coby, anyway. Because one thing I always found intriguing in your stories was that birdie was straight up abandoned by her comrades (when pirates were willing to jump in to save her during the fishmen attack after only knowing her for a couple weeks), and Coby was the only one who cared enough to try and save her. It makes the marines look really scummy, and there has to be many many others just like her that the marine structure has tossed aside like trash

Thank you so much! I'm happy you like the pacing. Killer was originally supposed to appear in the third chapter but I decided to include the scene in the second one, I know everyone is missing the Kid Pirates (including me ❤️).

Let's now get to your scenario, although a premise is in order: killing herself for these reasons would be OOC for birdie. She did show suicidal thoughts at the beginning of Captive, but that was on the perspective of being tortured and murdered with no way out, and even then she backed down. Call it strength or cowardice, but she wouldn't kill herself out of her losses.

Anyway, for speculation's sake, let's say she does, after re-joining the Marines. The bitter truth is that Kid would probably never know, unless he ran into a vengeful Koby or something. After all, it's not like the Marines would publish a notice or anything. Even if at some point Kid decided to look for her for any reason, it's difficult that he would actually find out the truth about what happened. In case he did, he'd be filled with murderous intent. First against the Marines, then himself. Especially after losing Victoria in the past, it'd be devastating for him to lose another love interest to the powers of the world. I see him becoming much wilder and merciless, especially against Marines and the WG, although it'd partly be to redirect the hatred he feels against himself.

As for the Marines, sadly I don't think birdie's suicide would shake anything. I would be surprised if she were the first, I don't think they care too much. Like you said, there must be many more the organisation tossed away. Some people would be traumatized and probably have a strong reaction, sure: Koby, Tashigi, Helmeppo... But what would they do? Overall, birdie's departure would be ruled out as a personal tragedy, a girl who had one too many traumas and wasn't able to cope with this strong world. You know who's the only one that may really do something? Aokiji. At some point, he may look for Sakazuki and present the bill. Although he knows he has a big share of fault by himself.

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Invidia Arc part 3

You hear a loud knocking on the front door of the main hall. "YOO HOO! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!” "NO YOU DON’T!”

“Eddie, get into the maid outfit the tower of flesh had and tell him no one’s home.”

And suddenly, Poom is hiding.

“Hey. He’s having fun being whatever the fuck a chinchilla is.”

“Ominous giggling. The giggling of danger!”

"Can you prove that?” Marshal looks out the window, sees the guard who'd admitted them reduced to a grisly jack-in-the-box. ”Not anymore…"

Jonni spends several seconds feeling around. “S’okay. Fun bits are intact. They’re just felt now.”

"Time to follow the dominos. Stay on the path, no telling what mad toys lay off of it.” “There could be Zoids. Or even pogs.”

Poom: "I'm starting to get the feeling this should have been that domain where parents leave their kids in the woods.”

At this point the sweater becomes angry. "WEAR ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

"I have a humorous toy dagger, and I am not afraid to make squeaky noises with it!”

OOC: Hot pocket formation, proofed vs charmed.

Jonni casts create campfire 187 times.

“That fire is my girlfriend!”

You blast the councilor, which causes her to shift forms into a large humanoid dog with four arms, two smaller human like arms, and two massive pincers. Poom: "Huh, looks my Great Uncle Tendon-Flayer.” Nyx: "Remind me to avoid your family reunions.” As he makes his announcement, marshal's helm is swapped out between frames, resembling instead a bone-hued mask. [insert Jason gif] Poom: "And now Marshal is Cousin Gruntsalot.”

Jonni: “Oh, when New Eddie goes full Anakin, that’s fine. But Jonni wants to kill just one…” Nyx: ”These aren't kids, Jonni. They are disguised demons.” Irost: ”Aren't all kids..?” Nyx: ”Hey, I was a little angel as a kid.” Poom: "I'm half gnoll, so I am literally a little demon."

"Remember kids. Never play with ice.”

“Hey! There were kids present! No using the black speech of Mordor!”

Gorbash: “The cursed words of Carlin the critical? Wait no that was seven words. Maybe he added to the list.”

"Puss bleeding Hell!” Poom: "Yup, just like Gruncle Tendon.”

Jonni: “Your mother gets off to my centerfold in hell!” Gorbash: “Is that an insult or a boast?” Jonni: “Yes!”

Marshal rocks back and forth in his frozen state, manages to move a finger enough to flip it off.

"YOU AREN'T GETTING ANY S’MORES." Gorbash: “WHAT! How Dare! It's on now B----!” The Glaberu holds up a perfectly made s’more, then throws it in a waste paper basket and kicks it away. Gorbash goes over to the trash bin and fishes the S’more out. "Please it'll take more than that to dissuade me. OMNOMNOM!”

"I'll save a spot for Ape-Jonni. Just incase.”

Jonni: “Hey! Who wants to see puppet titties!?!” Poom: "Let me temporarily blind myself first.”

"I can appreciate that. However, my information does not come freely.” Jonni sighs and starts unbuttoning her shirt. "Not that.”

Your former chieftain draws his sword, "Do you remember w hat I said I would do if you ever returned?” Jonni: “I couldn’t hear over your daughter hanging on to you crying that she loved me and not to hurt me.” He growls. “DIE." Jonni: “Plus that mammoth I stole was super noisy.”

He manages to thumb wrestle his way out of your big hand.

"If you seek the Tiger, then you will find him at the top of Candy mountain." "Is this... a BIG rock candy mountain, or a regular?”

Gorbash: “Right watch out for unicorns. they'll still your organs.”

OOC: Everyone is a puppet, save Poom who is a regular house cat and Nyx who is a GI Joe figure.

OOC: Shame. If it was a strangler, it could've spent the session failing to kill Marshal. OOC2: But then he'd look preppy, with a sweater tied around his neck.

Poom: "Aka, Mythos Daycare.” OOC: Mythos Babies, they make nightmares seem tame.

[aggregaticn]

THE MUN.

✦┊ for starters, thank you kindly for stopping by! you may know me in the past as mishka, or cryptid, but lately i go by grass. i am 32 years old and typically refer to myself as he/they pronouns. ✧┊ i have been roleplaying off and on for well over 14 years. i give up trying to keep track of how long with each year that passes. i also do a lot of world building and drawing as well and both will most certainly play a big part on my blogs. ✧┊ i am an extremely slow roleplayer. it has taken me over a month to reply to some threads/asks. it has nothing to do with anyone. it’s just how i write. i am sorry if this is annoying to people, but roleplaying is my HOBBY. i let my muse/s take the reins more often than not and if they are not feeling it then i’m not going to force them, nor will i force myself. ✦┊ if it’s been over a week since i replied to something and you want to know if i saw it and/or curious if i am still interested in doing anything with it, then by all means ask!! i lose track of things, lose it in my notifications, don’t see it at all, or i forget to draft it. ✧┊ i have decided to become more of a minimalist roleplayer. i will probably not use icons anymore and will hardly format my posts. the most that will happen is small font and an on-post tag to my partner. that’s really it. ✦┊ i read everyone’s rules when i decide to follow them. that doesn’t mean i will remember every detail because let’s face it, there are many people that come and go with many different rules and sometimes shit gets mixed up. it happens! if i accidentally break a rule, or cross a line do let me know! i’ll do my best not to do it again. i’m also not big on passwords, so if i follow and don’t like. send in your password, then please don’t take it the wrong way! i’m just nervous and makes me feel weird? idk lmfao

INTERACTING // CONTENT.

✧┊ this is a multi-ship/multi-fandom/multi-verse roleplay blog for various fandoms && muses. this is my only blog now because i’m tired™ of dealing with multiple blogs, so now all of my trash is in one place :D ✦┊ i am very much an adult™ that enjoys writing a lot of adult themes. there are also many fandoms present with said adult themes. there will no doubt be triggers here. whenever they do, {{whether it be dubcon/noncon, bestiality, gore, torture, etc}} they will be tagged with the following; ‘tw: (name of content)’ you are more than welcome to pop into my ims/asks and let me know if you need something tagged that already isn’t tagged! ✧┊ majority of the headcanons and writing found on this blog belongs to me. i have spent many years developng these characters by myself and with various partners along the way. while i don’t mind you using some things, i would kindly ask that you do not steal, nor take credit for these things. this extends to any graphics/edits/art i end up making at any given time unless you have explicit permission from myself to use them. ✧┊ while i may be mutuals only, that’s kind of a lose term with me. i don’t mind writing with you if we have not followed eachother! this also applies to interacting ooc with one another. just do it!! ✦┊ i may prefer writing multi-para threads, but i am totally fine with writing smaller things! this goes for sentences, single para, and everything in between. third person is where it’s at, though i do not mind what style you write in. i’m also totally open to art based roleplays! all ya gotta do is ask. ✧┊ i will do aus, though some crossovers might be turned down if i am a.) not to confident in my abilities to work with that crossover, or b.) not part or do not know enough of a certain fandom. that goes for any muses you’d like to request of me. i’m comfy enough to try writing a muse that isn’t present on my blog/s. ✦┊ i would prefer to keep ims strictly for ooc and plotting purposes, but if you’d like to rp somewhere else then i am open to writing on discord! all ya gotta do is ask and we can work something out. i’m also completely ok with any sort of asks! like even if you just wanna chat with me ooc and shit then please come talk with me! i am always down for some chill time to get to know my rp partners any time!

last, but not least do have fun!! this is a roleplay/ask blog. it’s meant to be a fun experience. it is a hobby and i am going to treat it as such.

[s1ngedwings]

❝ ―  𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋      how  does  an  angel  adjust  to  a  newfound  anger?  where  your  screams  seem  to  pierce  the  heavens  and  causes  them  to  𝚚  𝚞  𝚊  𝚔  𝚎?  where  murder  becomes  second  nature  and  you  r̲i̲p̲  ̲t̲h̲e̲  ̲w̲i̲n̲g̲s̲  clean  from  your  (  former  )  fellow  angels'  back?  does  one  ever  adjust  to  this  incredible  anger?

[  .  .  .  ]  how  it  takes  time,  but  eventually  the  anger  fades.  your  death  is  your  rebirth.  learning  the  life  you  live  is  not  the  one  you  want  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.  you're  tired  of  the  anger.  so  your  second  life  is  to  try  again.  there's  no  way  to  wash  yourself  clean  of  your  s̵i̵n̵s̵,  but  you  can  learn  to  not  commit  them  AGAIN.  history  will  not  repeat  itself.

𝑠1𝑛𝘨𝑒𝘥𝑤𝘪𝑛𝘨𝑠   ―    independent  fandomless  fallen  seraphim  /  devil  oc   who's  part  of  a  band  just  for  fun.   worshipped  by  astral! triggering  material  ahead

⛧  .  *  .   –   the  ingredients  for  his  summoning:  becoming  𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜  and  being  justified,  being  equal  parts  𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋  and  equal  parts  𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝐿,  wounds  that  are  healed  but  scars  remain,  becoming  friends  with  those  who  were  once  your  𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀,  death  equals  rebirth,  having  fun  making  people  angry  with  your  "satanic"  music  (  it's  not  satanic,  it's  just  𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 ).

¹  doc.    ²   interest   tracker.

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩:  𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙺𝚄𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙾.

𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 : bloodyvain , sh4pechange , ofcr4nes , etern4lsun , hemat1c

                                 RULES  BENEATH  THE  CUT

ONE.   THIS  BLOG  IS  18+  AND  THIS  IS  YOUR  WARNING.  There will be mentions of  murder,  torture,  abuse, and other triggering topics. Triggers  are  tagged  as __  //.  I  don't  have  any  specific  triggers,  but  if  you  do,  please  let  me  know. Lastly,  on  the  topic  of  smut.  It  won't  be  under  readmore  unless  my  partner  does  it  first.  Also  I  won't  hold  off  my  smut  stuff  for  Sunday  and  will  post  stuff  like  that  on  main.  Whenever  I'm  in  the  mood  for  it,  it'll  happen.

TWO.   Honestly,  I'm  all  kinds  of  shipping  trash.  If  there's  a  chance  you  ship,  I  probably  ship  it  too!  I'm  a  fan  of  all  kind  of  ships  as  well.  Romantic,  platonic,  antagonistic,  and  everything  else  in  between.

THREE.   I  am  mutuals  only  and  that's  how  I'll  stick  for  my  own  comfort.  I  follow  whoever  I  want  and  I  wish  for  that  to  be  respected.  Don't  ask  me  why  I  didn't  follow  you  back.  Don't  follow,  unfollow,  follow  again  in  order  for  me  to  follow  you  back.  If  I  didn't  follow  you  back,  that's  that.  Don't  make  me  have  to  block  you,  and  I  hate  having  to  block  people.  Mutuals  are  free  to  send  in  inbox  memes  that  focus  on  interactions  between  muses  and  continue  them  from  that  ask  post!  Non-mutuals  are  free  to  send  in  ooc  questions  and  headcanon  things.  Mutuals  are  also  free  to  ask  for  my  discord  and  talk  to  me  in  the  IMs.  Mutuals  are  also  free  to  reblog  musings  posts  and  graphics  things  I  may  post!

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[sh4pechange]

❝   ―   corey  had  gotten  used  to  ignoring  willy's  voice,  especially  after  the  dj  dedicated  an  entire  week  to  discussing  the  𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚢  𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚖  𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎  during  the  previous  halloween  season.  .  .

"  We  all  know  what  happened  that  night  was no  accident.  .  .  'cause  we  know  that  c̲o̲r̲e̲y̲  ̲c̲u̲n̲n̲i̲n̲g̲h̲a̲m̲ locked  that  little  child  in  the  attic  and  𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅  him  while  his  evil  cult  hid  in  their  ˥˥ƎH  cave  and  offered  the  boy  up  to  their  𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺  𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙳. That's  what  we  know!  "

𝒔𝒉4𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 ―   independent  𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘺  𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮  from  𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯  𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.  takes  from  both  movie  and  official  novel  with  heavy  headcanon  influence!  evil  embraced  by  astral!    triggering   material   ahead

⛧  .  *  .   –   hear  the  rumors  about:  being  a  social  𝐨u𝐭c𝐚s𝐭,  an  overbearing  mother  that  watches  your  every  move,  the  G̵U̵I̵L̵T̵  that  eats  you  a  l  i  v  e  every  day,  becoming  the  ɹǝʇsuoɯ  everyone  says  you  are,  obsessive  romance,  evil  never  dies,  just  changes  shape.  

¹  doc.    ²   interest   tracker.

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩:  𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙺𝚄𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙾.

𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 : bloodyvain , hemat1c , ofcr4nes , etern4lsun , s1ngedwings

                     RULES  BENEATH  THE  CUT

ONE.   THIS  BLOG  IS  18+  AND  THIS  IS  YOUR  WARNING.  Depending on the verse, Corey is a KILLER.  Murder,  torture,  mutilation,  blood,  gore,  and  the  like  will  be  present  on  this  blog.  I  will  tag  anything  visually  that  includes  things  like  that,  but  with  writing  it  depends  on  how  graphic  it  is.  Triggers  are  tagged  as __  //.  I  don't  have  any  specific  triggers,  but  if  you  do,  please  let  me  know. Lastly,  on  the  topic  of  smut.  It  won't  be  under  readmore  unless  my  partner  does  it  first.  Also  I  won't  hold  off  my  smut  stuff  for  Sunday  and  will  post  stuff  like  that  on  main.  Whenever  I'm  in  the  mood  for  it,  it'll  happen.

TWO.   Honestly,  I'm  all  kinds  of  shipping  trash.  If  there's  a  chance  you  ship,  I  probably  ship  it  too!  I'm  a  fan  of  all  kind  of  ships  as  well.  Romantic,  platonic,  antagonistic,  and  everything  else  in  between. But  do  keep  in  mind  that  some  ships  can  be  quite  unhealthy after Corey's interaction with Michael. Corey is obsessive and possessive and ready to be violent if needed. Not to mention he's very manipulative. Yeah, unhealthy all around depending on the verse.

THREE.   I  am  mutuals  only  and  that's  how  I'll  stick  for  my  own  comfort.  I  follow  whoever  I  want  and  I  wish  for  that  to  be  respected.  Don't  ask  me  why  I  didn't  follow  you  back.  Don't  follow,  unfollow,  follow  again  in  order  for  me  to  follow  you  back.  If  I  didn't  follow  you  back,  that's  that.  Don't  make  me  have  to  block  you,  and  I  hate  having  to  block  people.  Mutuals  are  free  to  send  in  inbox  memes  that  focus  on  interactions  between  muses  and  continue  them  from  that  ask  post!  Non-mutuals  are  free  to  send  in  ooc  questions  and  headcanon  things.  Mutuals  are  also  free  to  ask  for  my  discord  and  talk  to  me  in  the  IMs.  Mutuals  are  also  free  to  reblog  musings  posts  and  graphics  things  I  may  post!

FOUR.   I  make  every  single  graphic  on  this  blog.  The  icon  borders,  the  PSD,  and  everything  else.  Don't  steal  my  stuff,  thanks. I've  recently  been  experimenting  with  formatting.  I've  been  having  fun  bolding,  italicizing,  underlining,  and  using  colored  font.  I  also  double  space  and  haven't  been  using  small  font.  So  if  none  of  that  sounds  interesting  to  you,  I  would  recommend  not  following.

[iamjustbread]

(I go insane rambling about Izuku and how I want him to clean the beach in my fic. Don't mind need this to reread later for forwarding the plot.)

I've ran into a fucking road-block in my writing FUCK. I can't even ignore it or- wait I could just skip that detail, but no it wouldn't feel right.

Like- Izuku isn't being trained by all might, but I still want him to like clean the beach. So like sure he can organise it all and just run around on the beach. But there's the point of not trespassing and transporting the trash. Trespassing is easy to skip, ya know rebel shit by doing stuff anyway and just run whenever cops come, but where to put the trash? Izuku COULD put it in a street corner/just by the road of the beach, but like is that at all satisfing?

I was thinking of having Izuku talk with people on a nearby market and them giving like reasons to clean but also why they haven't cleaned, I wanted to add like a detail where one of them would give a number of a company that could like, be payed to come by once in a while by Izuku (he got a job alr and gets mooons) but it feels so left feild for the show at all. The market was inspired by me reading and loving Be The Actor (amazing webcomic) but there the main character's mom actually work at the street market so it makes sense he would be able to get help from them and such. In My Hero tho Izuku mostly just hangs around people his age and pro-heros (which makes sense, hero in training ya know) so it wouldn't fit his character at all to get the number of a construction company to just, help him with trucks to clean a beach. Or even talk to people in the market just, chatting about the beach nearby that is overflown by trash.

No it is waaaay too OOC isn't...

FIUCK

Maybe he just leaves in on the street by the beach. But wouldn't then the trash collectors call like, Idk the police or something to see who is putting so much trash there and why? Cause it will stink up the place and it would go against like laws for keeping sidewalks clean no? After a bit of the police searching you wouldn't be able to hide from it anymore, Izuku would just be arrested and then be told off to not do it anymore or he'd get a more serious consequences than a warning. Maybe it would be intresting to have 14 year old Izuku arrested, but how would be train at all afterwards? Should he just go to training in his room? but like that'll STINK the place UP and I think Inko would be like "PLEASE just go to a gym, I will go with you if I have to" cause, isn't there like age-restrictions on gyms anyway? That's what I'm already working in my mind, but no offence to Inko but she doesn't look like someone who would gym and could probably have really frail bones. It feels so weird to add just a random character into the mix of everything just to get the plot forward, but maybe that's what I have to do? Uuuuugh I don't want too it feels so lazyyy. It, no it wouldn't fix my problems at all.

Alright, thinking cap time

What I have already changed is that Izuku has a podcasts/livestream where he talks about any and all quirks he stumbles upon in his everyday like. What also happens is that Izuku doesn't want to give up on his dream about becoming a hero after the sludge incidence, but All Might doesn't catch up to give him One for All neither.

Those are the core things I changed, and I would LIKE for the rest of the fanfic to be the consequences of changing those core details (with outline from a specific movie but that's irrelevant rn).

But, do I give him the core detail he was in like, Idk martial arts as well before? FUCK NO, sounds boring as hell. At that point I am just adding shit to canon because I am creating too many road blocks that I find unbreakable. ... a detail like martial arts is a fic on it's own don't @ me.

NOW, in reality I just want to have him somewhat muscled up for the UA entrence exam, I feel like it could give him some courage and he might be able to ace his written exam with some (author) strings being pulled. So, how do I do that without it feeling and reading as lazy? I added the thingy of him asking his chat in an not so subtle way (sending himself a dono like he is a quirk user who wants more strength for his quirk) with him and chat chatting about how to train at home. With that he starts going on runs every day, getting a power gripper thing, a weight or two and *trying* to go to a gym but failing (I wrote for social anxiety reasons but Imma change to age restriction).

Fuck how do I do this. Shit I need to go to bed.

IM COMING BACK FOR YOU TEXT

[soulesplinters]

haha what if i did a slight redesign of soules outfit where everything is exactly the same except their jacket is poofier and varsity styled

haha just kidding... unless..?

[lcgioned]

ayyy i might be back sooner than i thought. yay self isolation! 

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Trash of Gotham (Rewrite)

by Fishhfood Cale would love to curse the God of Death right now. Was becoming a slacker too much to ask for? Apparently, It is. As much as I loved reading comics when I was Kim Rok Soo, Why the fuck. Would I want to be here? To make his situation more difficult the white radish is here and planning something. Could this get any worse? ** Aka Cale & The Fam in Batman Comics with some added romance **Rewrite of my first version of this not stolen** Words: 905, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Kiyo’s crossovers Fandoms: 백작가의 망나니가 되었다 - 유려한 | Lout of Count's Family | Trash of the Count's Family - Yulyeohan, DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo, White Star | Cale Barrow, Batfamily Members, Ra's al Ghul, Talia al Ghul, Gotham City Residents, Ron Molan Relationships: Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo/Bruce Wayne, Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo & Everyone, Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo & Batfamily, Roan Miru & Batfamily, Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo & Hong & On, Hong & Batfamily, On & Batfamily, Everyone & Everyone Additional Tags: Rewrite of the first attempt bc i hated it and it was too ooc, Everyone Loves Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo, Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo Needs a Hug, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily has issues but they love eachother, Everyone Needs A Hug, Does it count as Major character death if its Jason…, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Good Parent Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo, Roan and the kids are in this story they come later, Someone help me with ron’s personality pls…, Why Did I Write This?, I dont know to much abt batman i got my knowledge from fanfics, Ron was a assassin for League of assassins, This Is STUPID, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tags Are Hard, cale is pretty tell me otherwise, slowburn? idk if i know how to write slowburn but ill try, Light Angst, bc cale is only there temperally.., Or Is he?, who knows i certainly dont, i wrote this at 1 am via https://ift.tt/miC8uVh