#i will not accept any arguements

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Don't mind me, I'm just amassing a collection of sad Homelander screenshots for no reason whatsoever.

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THE PHANTOM ZONE IS FULL OF PHANTOM CATS WHO DID PHANTOM CAT CRIMES O_O

I also love that the only editors note here is explaining how the Kryptonian legal system worked and not explaining a single thing about how multiple ghost cats exist, have a long history of felonies and are fully capable of human speech and thought

Man, those Kryptonians were really hard cases to send pets to the Phantom Zone too!

From Superboy (vol. 1) #136 (March, 1967). Written by Otto Binder, art by George Papp.

[spacecasehobbit]

As much as I agree with anti-censorship conversations in fandom spaces, because fiction is not reality and censorship of art is nearly always a tool that is or will wind up being wielded by conservatives to suppress works by or depicting anyone that strays too far from "acceptable" conservative social norms, those arguements rarely get at the heart of why I think censorship of fanfiction, in particular, is such an extra ridiculous conversation.

Fanfiction is a hobby.

People who write fanfiction and engage with fandom spaces may be young, may be writing in a second language, may be very inexperienced writers, may be people who lack a lot of research and/or editing resources for their work, etc.

All of this adds up to a much greater likelihood in fandom spaces that you will come across: poorly written stories; awkwardly conveyed themes and flat, poorly written characters; all sorts of unfortunate words/themes/character choices/etc that might look, at a glance, like Bigotry; all of which were still written in good faith by decent people who simply aren't great writers.

All of this also dramatically increases the likelihood of encountering the type of stories that hurt and/or marginalized people write about their own experiences as a way of exploring scary/harmful/"bad" things - like rape fantasies, like messy reactions to abuse, like racism or misogyny or homophobia or any other bigotry - in a fictional setting where they have all the real world control to determine how those things play out on the page for the fictional characters.

Combine point #2 with point #1, and of course there are going to be plenty of fics that wind up making lots of people uncomfortable, but which are actually written by the very same young or hurt or marginalized people that fans of censorship claim they are trying to protect.

And it is absurd.

So many of the calls for censorship by fandom antis overlap heavily with respectability politics.

So many of the calls for censorship are effectively saying that unless you are a good writer with significant access to time and resources - including, oftentimes, access to marginalized people who are willing to put in significant editing/advising work on your behalf - that you shouldn't have the right to publically engage in amateur hobbyist writing spaces.

And the people who will be most hurt by the above will always be the most young and vulnerable and marginalized members of those hobbyist spaces.

And that's not something I can ever get behind.

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If you're open for request rn can i please req for

Kinich x reader but the reader is kinda alcoholic or something

I actually just really want to see Kinich angst ngl😭

alcohol mentions

he instinctively leaned to his left that's where you always sat.

he should've seen it coming. it's been 12 months, almost a year now. he hates the very sight of it—alcohol.

maybe he should've never talked to you that day. maybe he should've kept to himself that day. just what if he stayed sleeping in your arms that day, you wouldn't have argued with him.

he knew your tendencies, but it had been almost a year, turning two for you to be sober. it was all his fault that he talked with you anyway.

he didn't mean to start an arguement. he really didn't. if this was how it turned out he really fucking wished he didn't even have a mouth. cause now he couldn't hear you even utter a word.

what can he do? the love of his life, the only purpose he had wilted away because of him. all he can do is what for the time that life takes his, just so he could be with you.

hopefully in another universe he stayed quiet. in another universe, you never took that bottle from the bar. another universe probably where you two never met. a universe where he just really fucking hoped that he didn't see you. hear you. feel you.

he doesn't care if it meant he'd never grow old and wrinkly with you, if he found out he caused your desth—its better off you stay alive, well, healthy, without someone like him.

people always told him you would've forgiven him. and they were so fuckin' right. that was he worst part. you would've said sorry for leaving him alone. you would've ran up to him, given him a hug and a kiss because you died. telling him not to say sorry.

you were his whole world—every aspect of you meant everything. yet you were just a wildflower as others described it. you were an undying orchid in his heart, how could everyone just move on?

12 months without you. at first, he was in denial the first month he lost you. honestly was still processing everything.

then anger came around, stuck for a few months. just lashed out at any mentions of you. negative, and positive

bargaining that you may still be there. he checks on you everyday, even if he knows you're more than out cold.

the genuine depression episodes he goes through are inevitable, cuddled up in your clothes, your scent is the only thing that's keeping him alive.

he only accepts it when he finds you in a dream. of him and you, when it's his time at least. maybe.. in another life—you both would've had kids, and settle down somewhere. he can only hope. there he goes on leaning to his left like he always does.

[wardenparker]

Heeeeyyy. Congratulations on 2.5k followers. Great Milestone you got there just know we're all proud of you.

Anyways, can I request an angst fic from the propmts "Wait! Please don't go!" and "There is no 'us'." for none other than the slick cowboy, Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels?

I can wait. Thaaaanksss!

Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels. 1,373 words. "Wait! Please don't go!"/"There is no 'us'." (Warnings: angst) Co-written with @absurdthirst

The house is a disaster when he opens the front door. Making his heart drop and his instincts take over, reaching for the side of his hip even though his pistols aren’t there. He never wears his guns home. “Sugar!” He calls out, eyes searching and trying to make sense of the items strewn around.

If he follows the sounds and the trail of items that have been moved around and messed with, he'll find most of the commotion centered in the bedroom. That's where the most things have changed. Where they have been torn apart and not put back into any semblance of what they were before. Where the center of the heartache really lives.

“Baby! What the hell is going on?” He’s relieved to find you, bag opened and shit being shoved into it like you have thirty seconds to evacuate. He’s also confused as to what is happening. There’s been no alert, no word from Statesman.

"What does it look like, Jack?" You don't stop moving, spitting the words out at him while you shove some rolled up jeans into a travel bag. "I'm packing."

“Why?” His hat is off his head, a frown on his handsome face and his hands on his hips. “Where are you going?”

"I don't want to tell you that." If you tell him, he'll inevitably show up there in a day or two, and you might be weak enough from missing him to undo this stance that you're taking and come home to him again. Your mother said you could come home, so that's where you're going. Your old home. The home where you don't go crazy wondering if Jack is safe or what it is the two of you even are despite the fact that you've lived together for months now and been sleeping together far longer.

“Well sugar, how in the fuck am I supposed to accept that?” He asks, frowning deeply. “Talk to me. Everything was just fine and dandy when I left for work this mornin’.”

"Everything was not fine and dandy." Throwing the jeans down in anger, you whirl around on one ankle to face him with tears pricking at your eyes for only the fourth time today. The decision to leave wasn't an easy one to make, but you've convinced yourself it's for the best. "It hasn't been fine and dandy in weeks, but you refuse to see that. The issues don't magically go away just because the arguement is over, Jack. Or did no one ever teach you that?"

“We talked.” Jack defends, huffing. “What more do you want? We said our piece, what more was there? Did I miss something?”

"We talked but nothing changed." Angry steps seem to be the only ones you have in you today, and you storm across the bedroom to sweep your books off the dresser on the other side of the bed. Your side of the bed. Or it used to be. "If we have a fight because things aren't going well and we talk about the things we need to fix, then we actually have to fix the shit we talk about afterward." There are four novels in your hand, but you notice one of them is a Louis L'Amour novel -- one of Jack's -- so you put it back down and stalk back to your suitcase. "You never fix anything I ask you to unless it's a Honey Do chore. The apartment and the relationship aren't the same thing. Hell, I don't even know what our relationship is anymore."

“This is why you’re mad?” Jack sputters and then huffs. “Because I’m not jumping up and down to talk about my feelings?”

The books follow the jeans into the bag you are haphazardly filling, and you groan at the disbelief in his voice before facing him again. "Yes." You tell him flatly, hating that you let it get this far in the first place. "I'm allowed to be upset about the fact that you are never willing to talk about how you feel about me. I am entitled to be mad about that."

“I show you how I feel.” Jack manages to flash you a grin and waggles his eyebrows. “As often as you let me.”

"Jesus fucking Christ." The groan that rips out of you is downright angry, which holds well enough in line with how you're feeling that you don't bother to stifle it. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. Right there."

“Sugar….” Jack lifts his hands, helpless as he realizes that you aren’t taking his little act as something cute. Not like you had before. “What do you want me to say?” He asks seriously.

You pause in your steps, sighing heavily and shrugging your shoulders with so much defeat that you feel like you might just collapse backward on the bed. "Nothing," you admit after a long pause. "I don't want you to say anything. I just want you to let me finish packing so I can go." As much as it makes your heart break, as much as you feel sick to your stomach, this is the decision that you've made. You can't give all of your love to a man who refuses to acknowledge that love even exists.

Jack’s brows pull down, knitting together and he shakes his head. “I don’t want you to go.” He admits quietly, a shiver of dread rushing down his spine as he hears the quiet finality in your tone.

"It's too late." A last sweeping look around the room says that you've packed everything from the bedroom that you care to. This room was last, and then that's it. You'll walk out of this place for the last time and battle with your regrets on your mother's couch for however long it takes. "Maybe the next girl will avoid having her heart broken for a little bit longer because of me, maybe not."

The panic, the fear that he has been avoiding when it comes to emotions starts to set it when you pick up the bags and start to walk out of the room. Jack waits for you to stop, to change your mind like you have before. Never actually going so far as packing before. “Wait!” Jack rushes out of the bedroom when you don’t turn back, don’t come back. He chases you down the hall and into the living room. “Please don’t go!” He begs, his eyes wide and worried.

There are a few things to gather along the way, but your car is almost full and you have your arms full when you pause in the front hall to turn and face him one more time. "Give me one reason to stay," you challenge, knowing you won't forgive yourself if you don't at least let him try. If you don’t give it one last ditch effort. You've been in love with Jack Daniels since the day you met him, but this is the last chance you're going to give him to disappoint you. Unless he's ready to actually say something about real emotions, you're walking out that door. "Tell me why I should."

“You belong here, with me.” Jack tells you stubbornly. “You’ve practically moved in and I’ve - we- we are good together.” Saying the words, truly saying them, has scared Jack to his core. Even with the boss ordered therapy. Afraid the world will rip away another person he loves if he says those words, so he doesn’t.

“If you can’t even muster up the words when I’m about to walk out the door, I think that just proves my point,” you murmur sadly, reaching for the door handle. “Have a good life, Jack.”

“Baby girl, wait.” He reaches out and takes your hand, heart pounding and he feels like he’s about to throw up. Swallowing harshly, he stares into your eyes, trying to say the words you want to hear. “But I have plans for us.” He promises seriously. “Big plans for us.”

“There is no us, Jack.” You whisper, hand on the knob and tears in your eyes. “Goodbye.” His hand falls away and his world crumbles as you walk out the door and out of his life.

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Vox x gn!reader

Genre:Fluff | Cw: death, car crash, hospital mention

☆Devilish Love☆

Darkness. That's all you could remember until you wake up in this fiery hellscape. In reality, you were hit by a drunk driver and was in a coma back on Earth with family crying at your bedside, but your soul was trapped here. In the underworld of sinners that were repenting for their crimes.

You wandered the streets, looking around at the different sinners, demons, and other wayward souls. That is until you ran face first into someone, that being a tall man(?) if you could even call him that. He had a tv as a face for crying out loud. "Watch it." He said in a voice that was common in late 50's shows, his voice was sharp and boomed. Ofcourse you squeaked out an apology, but it wouldn't be the last. As you ran into him several times, even getting into arguements with him.

Over time, you did grow close. You stopped arguing with him less often and he offered to let you stay at his place. Soon his roommates, Valentino and Velvette grew to accept you and noticed how much romantic tension there was. You hung around him like a lost puppy, helping him with paperwork or his various shows he produces. This did lead to some issues though, as one day you had accidentally mixed up the scripts for one of the shows and you got into an argument. You and Vox had argued for almost 2 hours, but he finally cracked and impulsively kissed you on the lips.

That kiss had spiraled into you being his right hand, his assistant, his second half. You and him ran Voxtech with a iron fist, planning on taking over sinners and hell. He was also planning some ring options behind the scenes, asking Velvette for help on diamond size, band size, even the box color. Little did he know that the doctors in the mortal plane had other ideas.

You stood in the kitchen, messy hair from just waking up and only in one of Vox's more casual shirts and some underwear. He sat at the island, pouring you guys some cereal, you were about to take a spoonful when BAM your gone in a blink of an eye. Vox panicked, going absolutely nuts. Every tv, phone, camera, you name it was spent looking for you. He even went down to the Princess's hotel to demand an answer from Alastor.

"WHERE ARE THEY ALASTOR! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL TURN YOU INTO VENISON BY THE TIME IM DONE-" He yelled, going berserk at the front door of the hotel. The door opened by Vaggie lunging at him with her spear, but was thankfully stopped by Charlie. "What's going on? What did Alastor do?" She asked with her signature smile. "He took them! I just know he did!" Vox screeched, pointing his finger at the clam and smiling radio demon. Every one turned their heads to look at Alastor, who looked a bit too calm for the situation. "Who?" His staticy voice came off as genuine confusion. "MY SPOUSE YOU STUPID FUCK!" Vox argued. "Who?-" Alastor was cut off by Angel, "Wait. Someone married you?" He asks, "Well, we were going to get married, but-but they just DISAPPEARED!" Vox says desperately, but not wanting to give Alastor any ammo he left. He returned to his office, giving annoyed huffs to Valentino and Velvette's questions.

Meanwhile, you had woken up to a heart moniter beeping and the warm embrace of your mom, hugging and weeping. The smell of hospital had made you more aware of the situation. Was..was that all a dream? You weren't exactly the perfect person, but having a dream about falling inlove in hell was a bit much for your human mind. Eventually, years had passed and you had lived a single life with a few pets for company, never getting over that dream until your death. Unfortunately, time in hell is different, while almost 30 years had passed since that car crash it had only been a few months for Vox. He had lashed out and never stopped searching. He spent all his time balancing finding you, fighting Alastor, and running Voxtech.

You had woken up in the same place 30 years ago, but it didn't look like that time had passed. You were shocked, it wasn't a dream all those years ago. You dashed through the streets looking for the familiar building of your long lost beloved. Soon you reached your destination, zooming through the lobby, but getting caught short by security. You caused a huge scene, cussing and yelling, begging for them to let you see Vox. Velvette alerted him to your outburst and he zapped through the wires to the lobby and froze. It was you, the person he still had the perfectbring for. The person he still made a plate for. The person he hugged a pillow at night to remember the touch of. He ran to you, shouting at the guards to let you go. He hugged you tightly, sharing a few tears as you hugged him back. You missed this, he missed this.

After being reunited he couldn't wait anymore, he eventually proposed with the ring he saved all that time. Sure he waited months, but you waited years and now you both could take over hell together.

[bibibbon]

MHA chapter 424 (rant)

This chapter was horrible. Look, if hori thought that this chapter could provide the fans with some relief he was wrong.

This is supposed to be the epilogue or the beginning of it and half of it is just useless BKDK. Honestly this was so stupid I feel like this chapter which was labeled the epilogue could of been used to wrap up a lot of character arcs and update us on events instead of us getting some little bkdk crying ending. In all honesty I still hate bakugo and think that their arc is Hella underdeveloped considering that Izuku never gets any intropsection going on and bks development is heavily flawed.

Still hate what the series did with Izuku. Izuku as a main character and a character in general is heavily underdeveloped so I understand why he is getting the hate that he is getting. However, izuku was also a victim in this and didn't get proper development at all, like him and shigs whole storyline was sidelined and they barely formed a relationship before or even during that fight at all. Izukus lack of intropsection is also one of the reasons why he is getting hate like it's low-key hori's fault for not giving us any development when it was right there. I also think I need to remind some people that izuku is only 16 and had all of this on top of his shoulders but I see the point that shig a victim should of been saved. However, it's not like izuku didn't try his best, like he tired all he could it's at the end of the day shig that didn't accept it until it was too late. Also, can we talk about how horrible hori did izukus design dam I miss his fluffy hair at the same time I get it. Also I hate that he still has some OFA embers and all like it makes no sense I thought they were gone with that one punch that was apparently so strong it CHANGED THE WEATHER?!?! Honestly, I hate that inko is nowhere in sight and that she allowed him to go back to ua like?!?!?!?

Shigaraki deserves better. Oh dam I just wish that someone would adopt shig and izu and give them a better ending cos this isn't it. Shigarakis storyline ending sucked in all honesty especially that retcon that stated that shig apparently knew that AFO was manipulating him?!?!?! Also am I the only one whose confused as to why shigs last words were directed towards spinner. As angry as Iam I was also expecting some horrible stuff like this to pop up considering that hori has consistently been trying to separate Tenko and shigaraki so this is what we get but just even worse.

So nothing on toga and ochako? No offense but I hated that this chapter was just centered around BKDK like where was toga? Or ochako? Why is it that we only get one small panel of ochako looking pensive and sad when last time we saw her she was on the verge of death and in CRITICAL condition. Also what about toga? Like we haven't seen her in a long time. Is she alive? Is she dead? In all honesty if she is alive and gets no concequences then I would call that bad writing.

What about the todoroki family ? Poor Todoroki last time we saw him his family fully surrounded touya forgetting about him. In all honesty he deserves so much more and my arguement stands. We should of gotten an update about the todoroki family as well. Iam not a fan of enji neither am I huge fan of the direction touya/Dabis character has taken but I would of enjoyed an update.

What about the others? Kurogiri, spinner and the rest!??!!?!?! Iam bais but dam it seems like this chapter has forgotten all about the other characters it put in critical or difficult situations and just chose to focus on some stuff that's so irrelevant. Like the small panels should of been reserved for spinner and kurogiri on characters that we should of seen updates on. While we should of gotten full pages on todoroki and ochako

Also it seems like the pacing is quite fast, too fast really. How is it that they're just going back to school like I thought people resided in UA and that some of it was heavily damaged during the war? What about the chaos and destruction that's all over Japan has that been rebuilt? Also how did parents allow their kids to go back to a school that made them glorified child soldiers?

It's a shame we don't get any focus on izuku nor do we see his mother's reaction. I mean we see and get more focus on bakugo than we do when it comes to izuku and it sucks horribly.

In conclusion, I heavily disliked this chapter and giving it the title of epilogue is horrible. I bet that this is like one of the last chapters we are getting.

[ssentimentals]

seventeen as their natal charts: dino

sun in aquairus, moon in leo

very intelligent!!! disciplined, unique, passionate about their work - this man longs to hold authority and will have it one way or another, impatient and impulsive, he doesn't like following rules imposed by others, always is striving for the next challenge and is more serious and stoic than he lets on

at certain times you wish you had enough bravery to stand up and disagree with higher-ups, but words get stuck in your throat and nothing comes out. you stare helplessly, looking around to see if maybe someone else has guts to-

'i disagree.'

it's lee chan, of course. fierce determination on his face makes you swoon a little - a lot - and you watch in awe as he calmly stands up, facing management team fearlessly. his puppy-like personality can be misleading, but you always knew that he's much more serious and intelligent than people think. now all of that paired with chan's gorgeous smile and striking confidence and voila, your crush on him was really unavoidable. you almost don't breathe, hearing him talk in defence of whole team, in defense of you. one fact after another, chan didn't leave any room for arguements and looked like he won't accept 'no' for an answer. most of the people looked surprised, but not you. you looked proud. it didn't take long for the management team to reluctantly agree and it took even less time for everyone to crowd chan, congratulating him. 'you were amazing, channie!'

'thanks,' his smile was confident and at the same time bashful as he nodded to everyone, looking around. you stood a bit far back and your heart skipped a beat, when once he spotted you, his smile grew even bigger. 'hey!'

it's me, he wants me. barely breathing, you slowly come up closer. 'have you heard? now you won't have double shifts on the weekends!' he looked like an excited puppy, waiting for the praise.

'i heard,' you say, smiling softly at him. your fingers are itching to fix one hair strand on top of his head, but you hold on. 'it's not only me now, though! there are at least four more girls, who always overworked.'

'well yeah, but i mostly did it for you.'

chan is passionate about everything: his work, his friends, his trainings, god, even his food. to have his laser focus on you is almost dizzying. your throat constricts and you swallow loudly, not being able to break eye contact with him. 'thank you, chan. it means a lot. i would've never- done that. so thank you, really.'

his answering smile is brighter than the sun itself. he looks like he's searching for something in your gaze and you don't know what he found but next thing you know, he asks you out on a date with a confident: 'come to dinner with me. i'll tell you everything about disagreeing with higher-ups without losing your job.' and you said yes.

a true free spirit, he will not settle with anyone who's narrow-minded or controlling; this man loves deeply but also a bit carelessly, his emotional side is complex as he doesn't open up easily. someone who likes to dream big and also has both feet planted on the ground suits best for him, if you fuel his ambition and be his safe place he will bring whole world to your feet

being a light sleeper, you immediately stir at the sound of quiet footsteps. in the darkness of your bedroom, you wait for few more moments and when sound repeats again, you realize that there really is someone in your apartment. chan's supposed to come back only in two days and fear grips your heart as you try to come up with a plan. what to do? there's nothing you can use as a weapon in your bedroom and-

'shit!' there's a loud bang and your legs work before you mind does, pushing you out of the room. 'fuck, that hurt- baby?'

it takes two seconds to register that you're not getting robbed or murdered and that it's channie standing in the middle of the living room. but it takes much more from your body to unfreeze, for your heart to calm down and for your arms to wrap around his body back. 'i'm sorry baby, i wanted to surprise you,' he whispers, lovingly caressing your back. 'you were not supposed to wake up, i wanted to hide all those presents, but i tripped on this stupid carpet.'

only now you notice bunch of designer bags on the floor. chan starts peppering your neck with kisses, smirking in satisfaction at your surprised gasp. 'channie, what is this?' your eyes widen, looking at him. 'for what-'

'for everything,' he interrupts, solemn. 'for everything what you do to me. these five days without you i realized that you are my peace, fuck i hated it there without you, missed you so much. didn't know how to convey, how to tell-' he blushes a little, looking embarrassed. 'and then i just kind of went crazy in the mall.'

you smile, gently cupping his face in your palms and making him look at you. you know very well what he's talking, how hard it is sometimes to put all feelings into words and that it's easier to just buy something, do something - anything to show the love. 'i missed you so much,' you confess and his eyes light up with love and adoration. 'and thank you for the gifts. i'm so glad that you're back.'

chan's arms tighten around you as he kisses you slowly, throughly; he missed your taste so much, he can't not have it again. 'me too,' he whispers right into your lips. 'i'm so glad that i'm back too.'

a/n: i'm all here for intelligent leader!chan agenda :D check out my other works here - nini

[theology101]

Literally in the first episode of Fantasy High, I watched an arguement that I had several times with my conservative uncles. It boils down to “According to the main message of your faith, our Divinity accepts everyone who is good of heart and kind - hating people for any reason is antithetical.” Kristen was arguing positive points using her faith as a guide

Which like - im not a christian or religious anymore (raised southern baptists and decided that if God exists he’s cruel) but the immediate writing off of everyone who’s part of a Main Stream Religion as Problematic really pisses me off, ya know?

Like sure, Wolfsong has waterslides and snowball fight and a lot of entertainement during a major holiday and then everyone is trying to figure out how they’re evil ehen they’re just having fun. Hey, my former church (Prestonwood Baptist Church and Benttree Community church in Dallas Texas) i have met so may deeply devout and scripture oriented people who are so incredibly loving and giving that they are leagues above anyone else I know, and for Good Friday they still had a wayer slide cause that shit is fun. Some of the most hateful people I know ALSO use religion as an excuse.

I get that organized Religion can house a lot of hate and evil (im writing my thesis on American Fascism and evangelical faith is a big part) but so many people who are Religious are just good people? Like the basic morals of the Torah+Talmund, the Bible and the Qur’an are really positive? Half the catholic church is socialist?

It just speaks to the religious illiteracy in America. Helio isn’t bad - the racist worshippers who through ‘as above so below’ influence their god ARE bad. Brennan says the Harvestmen are a fringe Minority - newsflash, the KKK is a christian group and the majority of christians reject them and find their message to be a spit in the face to Jesus. Why would it be different in Fantasy High if its supposed to be a commentary? I think Helio chose Kristen because he wanted her to free him from the racist status quo (he was giving her spells for all of freshman year supporting her against Sol up until Spring break if not beyond)

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A little MLP AU I'm slowly gonna make based on stuff for me to cope with-

Note: any fandom stuff i do is to be treated with patience as its all a side project for my main OC projects.

Celestia was a Unicorn, but Luna was an Alicorn.

Celestia wanted to be a ruler, not Luna.

Celestia was always pressuring Luna into things she didn't want.

Luna has some traumatic experiences, and blames Celestia for neglect due to Celestia being her official guardian.

Opaline is in this AU and is actually friends with Luna, she's older than both Celestia and Luna.

Opaline becomes the big sister figure Luna needed, though she is a little toxic towards her ( but nothing too extreme ).

Celestia doesn't know or care, pre Discord. Once they both prison Discord, where Luna feels guilt for it. Celestia tells her not to worry about it.

Celestia forbids Luna to see Opaline anymore, further causing Luna to be more and more bottled.

Luna has Nightmare Moon, and the beginings of the Tantabus as headmates ( they are NOT evil alters, she literally could do that all by herself. ).

Nightmare Moon actually is gentle and kind to Luna, and often soothes her. But one day, Celestia and Luna had an arguement over the day and night cycles, how no one saw her beautiful night sky. No matter how hard she worked, everyone took her for granted. So She broke, and Nightmare Moon took over to deal with Celestia.

she obviously lost and was sent to the moon which FURTHER corrupted Luna due to trauma and fears, while Celestia felt guilt, she didn't even bother to announce it or anything

Opaline hated Celestia for it, and left to go into hiding.

1000 years later, Nightmare Moon comes back and traps Celestia, not realizing Celestia was counting on it as a lesson for twilight.

The night and moon is usually purple and a full moon, but this night its a crescent moon and a very dark, almost black, blue, and no stars can be seen.

When NMM is "defeated", Luna comes back, but before Celestia returns, Luna notices Twilight and the main 6 with their elements. She is angry, and she asks what did Celestia tell her. Before anything can be said, Celestia comes and tries to act all high and mighty, pushing Luna to apologize and accept HER apology that was half assed. Luna reluctantly did it.

Luna often ran away from the Castle after that. At one point Celestia started questioning her about it, and she just flew away to ponyville.

She bumped into Twilight, and told her the truth. Twilight was in shock, and dissapointed in her mentor. She and the main six decided they would help Luna in anyway that they can.

Luna eventually learned about Sunset shimmer and Cadence, and was furious that Celestia replaced her twice and neglected Sunset.

Running out of ideas when i wrote this, but Luna eventually takes Sunset shimmer as a student, but beforehand she secretly teaches Cadence and Twilight things Celestia could never.Opaline never found out about Luna's return until way later when Twilight becomes a Alicorn.

[slices23]

SDRA2 TALENTSWAP: Hibiki Otonokoji & Kanade Otonokoji

Hello again, I'm back to give more details of my talentswap au.

Naturally I could have gone in order but, most of the characters are not finished or half baked. So I decided to start with two characters I'm confident in presenting first. I hope no one minds that!

Nothingless enjoy!

I will like to give a shoutout for the Rewrite of the Otonokoji twins made by

@ninjagirlstar5

So some ideas were taken from here for this Talentswap

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Hibiki Otonokoji - Ultimate Firefighter

Kanade Otonokoji - Ultimate Broker

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Most of their backstory stays the same. Hibiki bullies Kanade due to feeling inferior, and Kanade gives in to it.

Kanade desired Hibiki's love & attention, even though she hated her, thus did whatever it took to keep Hibiki only reliant on her. Like: Setting their housepet dog free never to be seen again & blackmailing their childhood friend.

It wasn't until their former childhood friend exposed Kanade with online evidnece is where everything takes a turn.

Hibiki seeing this goes to confront Kanade, starting an arguement which results in Kanade accidentally starting a fire out of anger in the apartment they were in for an upcoming performence.

They would quickly run to evacuate but, Hibiki sees someone in danger and without a second thought jumps in to save them. Sucessfully getting them out of the building.

For such a brave act, Hibiki was held as a hero & even her parents praised.

When testifying, Hibiki told investigators what Kanade had did, with the evidence the supported the story, and the fact that Kanade had not returned home. A search was made for her

As for Kanade, she ran away and hadn't returned home. She saw on the news how much praise Hibiki was getting, being renouned as a hero for her bravery. Getting the love and attention from the media and her parents. It seemed like everyone loved her.

The same cannot be said for Kanade, nothing but haterd towards her. Stating she was a demon incarnated, even her parents denouced ever loving such her.

With this relevation, Kanade felt so unwanted and continue running away.

Eventually, with investigators not finding any trace of Kanade. Hibiki slowly accepted that she had lost her sister forever.

Due to the praise she got. Hibiki set her sights on being a firefighter. Soon being accepted as the Ultimate Firefighter.

Kanade eventually had to find ways to survive & not get caught in the streets.

Thankfully with her intellect, she was able to survive dangerous situations(Such as being taken by a gang and sold off in the black market or approached by creeps who wanted to take advantage of her)

She quickly got into Black Market business realizing she can benefit from it for survival.

And she does, thanks to her wit.(Starting off small of course) She became the go to person deals such as weaponry, assassinations, distribution, and etc.

Eventually she got scouted as the Ultimate Broker. Meaning if she refused to attend school. She could get a jail for life sentence or the death penalty for her prior and past crimes. (The ladder that is likely to happen)

But in a ironic cruel twist of fate. The sisters will reunite in the same classroom within the same class. A mockery towards Kanade and horrible surprise for Hibiki.

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If anyone has questions for these talentswap version. Feel free to ask!

[lizaluvsthis]

Since Fatal Lavenders will be discontinued / wont have another chapter for this year- I'm dropping off notes-

OLD CONCEPT REF SHEET

CURRENT CONCEPT

These were all part lore dumps that I never gave more details for her character I just want people to know that she aint dead. Yet.

INCOMING LORE:

HEATHER'S LORE:

Lets just say her Human body became permanent right after PV created it just for her. In order for the body to deform and revert back to goop- the USB had to be broken.

The USB is supposedly attached INSIDE of her right hand- (I didn't included that because it mightve been a bit too gore-ish black-)

She had those clear milk skin, more of a brownish color hair, and also heterochromia eyes.

And ofcourse, Four's favorite color. Blue. The thought of matching colors with your partner would've been a thing by now for her.

In the end of the plot- she was different than that- she considered to be one of those good people who change for the better. (This was her second option)

SMG3 is just jealous when she's around with him but doesn't say a word, remains to be silent all the time.

The clear skin is supposed to be vitiligo and such as her eyes are like bright blue ones. She wears casual clothes than the overalls.

Heather uses She/Her pronouns. Her sexuality is undefined.

SHORTER THAN SMG4! She is genuinely a nice person (even at the end) but since I didn't like the plot of soft- I erased her full character and made a new one for TAG6 as a replacement.

Heather died happily and accepted her fate.

The flowers symbolize as the main characters:

Orange - Meggy

Red - Mario

Purple - SMG3

Blue - SMG4

Light blue - P E A C H

TAG6's LORE:

She had tanned skin and a curly brunette hair. Just by looking at her eyes you KNOW there's something up with it.

Unlike anyones white eyes, they have one more of a yellow-ish detail of color. The overalls are part of what the usb could copy just like Three and Four's main one.

For TAG6, their Human Body is temporary. By what Puzzles made for her has a limit due to the USB's capacity. With that said- the USB is right inside of her. To function it must be there.

Tag6 is shown to have a mean trait- tho she never loved SMG4 at all and to anyone else she doesn't like anyone that they encounter.

The lilac filled on their eyes have somekind of hypnotism when people stare at it. (It may work for some but it doesn't work all of the time)

I thought of making her whole appearance give out the lilac theme due to the mixture of RED and BLUE.

(Which is aka SMG3 and SMG4's eye color and since they helped each other out to finish the usb I think they shared some of their links)

Tho TAG6 does have a yellow appearance in its Combat mode.

Tag6 uses she/they/it pronouns. Its orientation is Aromantic.

THEY'RE SLIGHTLY TALLER THAN SMG4! (Suprisingly this doesn't bother him at all since any woman/men is what he'd prefer-)

And since SMG3 is different to act here when with TAG, he starts up an arguement calling her as weak/selfish than she already is. Causing them to piss off and smash his face with its hammer to the air.

Tag6 can be a bit more impatient, they may look like they're a nice person in general but literally they do it for attention and to get what they're willing to succeed.

But in reality behind their mask they turn out to be the cold hearted, uncaring, hateful, disgusted, and a negative being out of all existance.

At the end of the plot they didn't give a damn when it came to SMG4 she just wanted to finish the mission for its master. But since it failed, she never cared anymore less rather than punching insults at Four.

She gives out the color of Lavender which also is close to main purple (because Purple is SMG3's color signature as well-) TAG6 is basically a copy of that color as well.

I think those are all of it- thank you so much for reading everyone I hope I made some of yall inrerested about this lore because not any other people can create such an amazing idea like this one-

Also for those who are waiting for the new chapter it wont come out this year so you'll have to expect it for the early 2025th

[hotpinkrathian]

a united front spoilers

i love when lin decides to split up aang’s kids so they aren’t a single target and her thought process just becomes “yes, i should definitely follow that gorgeous woman kya to zaofu. letters? oh right the letters. almost forgot about those.”

Lin 100% considers Kya in EVERY decision she makes in A United Front. I know that, because I wrote it with that intention. Like everything Kya does she is acutely aware of, even if it isn't mentioned.

Take for example, the beach scene. I've had someone else make the arguement that "its very out of character for Lin" and I'm like YES thats the POINT. This girl has a CRUSH so, like any one else with a crush, she does INSANE things to get closer to them and spend time with them.

And its extra funny, because Kya is doing the same thing, at least after the initial night at Lin's apartment. She see's Lin in her element and is like

Oh.

OH

and proceeds to do what she can and pick up Lin's hobbies (like sparring with her family and detrctive work) because its an excuse to be close to her.

In summary, the two of them are both down bad for each other but neither wants to admit it because its unfortunate timing. Which is why they have Suyin, who at this point accepts she's probably going to die and just wants to see her sister get the happy ending she deserves.

[whorediaries-09]

part two of maroon where they have an angsty arguement and both of them are crying and screaming and harry cries so they have to put him to sleep and then talk, but they end up kissing.

part two of maroon? sure.

the great war;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- angst, hurt/comfort. (let me know if i should add more.) a/n- i think i really kinda hate this one.

ps- changed the plot kinda cause like my mind only went with this.

the slut club

and we will never go back to that bloodshed, crimson clover

in the bustling city of london, a cacophony of sound engulfs the snowflakes falling from the transcendent sky. you clutch your hands underneath the warmth of your coat, hiding your nose under the layers of scarf you had wrapped around your neck. tom handed you a firewhiskey and you let the warm liquid flow down your throat like a bittersweet memory.

it was another day with failure. you had been trying to find a job for remus, but rarely anyone would accept a werewolf as their assistant. you worked as a healer, so you couldn't possibly hire him as your assistant. and he remained too modest to accept money without any reason.

'thanks tom,' you say, your voice muffled against warm wool. you cling a few sickles on the counter. 'keep the change.'

you disapparate to your house. the cold metal of your keys jingle under your grip, and you unlock your door.

'harry, honey, i'm home,' you call out. your heart skips a beat when the regular trotting of small steps don't ponder at your call. you shout his name louder and your voice echoes in your hollow hallway.

the silence that echoes in your dull heartbeat is stronger. flashing memories of walking past james' dead body to discover lily's corpse flooded your mind and your footsteps faltered as you walked into your bedroom. anger throbbed inside you, anger at yourself and sirius. you had told him to stay with harry. why hadn't he come?

your fears weren't true. sirius lay in his dog form with harry on top of him. both of them seemed to be fast asleep.

'sirius, wake up. i'm here.' you say, picking up harry from his body. you place a soft kiss on his forehead, and your unintentional tears wet his cheek. you wipe off the tear before it would flow down his neck.

sirius gets up from the floor. you notice a bruise on his neck, but you don't question it. you sway harry in your arms, walking towards his cot.

'let me have him for the night,'

you stop dead in your tracks. with your back turned to his face, you're not hesitant when you offer him your reply.

'no.'

'why not?'

'i'd let you have him if your trauma wasn't so fresh. you're coping mechanisms aren't fit enough to keep a baby,'

'what the fuck do you mean by that?'

you place harry in his cot, turning towards him.

'don't curse. you know very well what i mean.'

'oh- so you're going to stand there pretending you're the best mother ever?'

'i never said that, no. i just have comparatively better coping mechanisms. and i'm not shaming you for your coping mechanisms either. so really, don't take any offence,'

'no offence my foot, i'm his godfather!'

'i'm his godmother, sirius,'

'godmother? oh yeah the great mother. don't stand there acting like a saint when i take care of him throughout the day. you just go out and be a healer. you don't care about him.'

you're not sure if his words are meant to sting. but they do. like little pricks absorbing into your heart with every second you stare into his eyes. your vision is blurred, hazed but your mind is clear as day. you feel bruised like violets. it was like taking your poison all alone. your breathing is rugged, hot tears flowing down your cheeks. you were diesel, a desire.

and he was playing with fire.

'i-i'm sorry i didn't mean that,' he says, his voice cracking. he moves closer to you, holding you. and maybe it's the familiarity of his touch. but it felt like bloodshed, a lost morning glory within the grasps of an unfair war. you feel like you're sinking when his scent haunts you again. you feel like you're on fire when his touch thrives into your skin again. you feel like you gather storms, never knowing what they'll mean.

you're not sure whether he wants to haunt you again or not. you're not sure whether he wants to go with grace or not. you're not sure if you're dead to him.

your tears paint his shirt. the war was over, the battleships would sink beneath the waves. so was the bloodshed. you'd never weep in a sunlit room alone. it was a cold ghostly grace of his lips against yours. which cursed your name, wrecked you. it was your home, it was engraved in your bones.

and maybe his love would never slip out of your reaches.

[bigtiddydumbass420]

something about Dodge Mason screams angst? Like the only scenrio i can imagine him deals with angst omfg. What im seeing is Dodge and OC started dating similarity to him and Natalie, maybe you didn't win Panic and Dodge, a man of his word , he spilt the earnings with you since you helped him. Idk I can see OC main motivation is trying to get him to laugh while finding any freaking way to get out of this stupid town and Texas in general (i hate it here help), working odd and end jobs, even doing some schooling online, Dodge and OC having parallel play while she does her assignments while he reads or some shit boys do. Going to the local diner to get dinner after, surpising him at the rodeo, chilling and hanging out in his car, the usual yk.

Here comes the angst

When the oppturnity comes, OC leaps at the chance, maybe getting accepted to transfer to a school abroad, maybe doing something like the peacecorp, something like that, OC obv making plans as soon as she sees the later and excidedly calls Dodge to tell him the news. Him feigning shared exciment, even over the phone she can tell something is off, not wanting to press it now, so OC decide they'll talk about it over dinner . Dinner happens, Dodge can say he's excited but everything about him is screaming the opposite. She confront him on this, calmly at first, annoyed and angry at his sudden switch up, it's not like she were quiet about leaving town, its not like she didn't scream from the rooftops about leaving, so why all the sudden, her main supporter, is now silently begging for her to stay. Finally, he spoke up, "You sure you want to go there" this little comment turns into a full blown arguement. Him, desperate, trying almost anything to convince her to stay, he pulls the "You got your family here, what, you're just gonna abandon them? " You scoff, in disbelief that he pulled THAT card, not finding the words, OC is a mess at this moment, she holds back her tears and goes back inside. This is the last conversation they have before shes on the plane.

[long-fic-tournament]

Hello, and welcome to the longfic tournament! This is inspired by @thecoolerbestfanfictournament, which I love, but I want to see fics which are in a more similar word count range to compete, as oneshots competing with novel length fanfics doesn’t seem too fair. Any fanfics are welcome to be submitted, regardless of fandom or topic. That aside, let the submitting begin!

So far submitted fandoms

Rules:

Any longfic can be submitted, as long as you put all of the necessary information in the form. Asks, reblogs, and replies will not be counted.

I do not care about fandom. I do not like all fandoms, but they will all be allowed in this tournament. This is a celebration of fandom history, and that includes things people may find distasteful.

Submissions will last for however long until I have enough fanfics to make a good sized bracket.

Each round will probably be a week long.

I accept submissions from any fanfiction website, so long as you can find the word count.

Series will be allowed, if they are a continuous story. Please no oneshot collections.

No harassment. If you harass anyone, you will get blocked. This includes terfs/transphobes, racism, antisemitism, homophobia, you get the gist.

Note: I chose 60k+ as it is the second highest available word count filter on fanfiction.net. If anyone has any dispute with this, feel free to say so, as I’m willing to change if anyone has a convincing arguement.

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