#instead of her dead name

[hugs-and-stabbies]

The self-awareness on this guy 😞 someone pls send him an "are you bi?" quiz STAT

[jade-e06]

erm so you know the idea of tim cloning kon and creating a baby out of that? yeah, that but i think he would be a better girl dad so it’s a girl!

timkon girl dads would be soo fun :3 also suggest names bc i genuinely have no clue she came out of nowhere (aha)

[unpretty]

I saw the words "fuckbot 9000" and went through and reread the existing tag for it AGAIN- i am SO in love with this story you have NO idea

god. i should just put all the original mastodon posts in one place now that cybre.space is gone and also we have alt text as an option.

how it started:

where it ended up after One Day:

where it ended up before the week was out:

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

The Beginning

:) I said I was going to write this lol. Hope you guys like it sorry for my words and stuff if you seen my other posts you can tell I have bad grammar

Anyway enjoy the story

Danny doesn’t know how long his been flying and it’s starting to take its toll and if he doesn’t see clockworks tower soon he’ll have to stop and take a break ( not to mention being incredibly injured )

Especially with him now being pregnant… whoa that’s really weird to say

As danny was thinking of that that’s when he saw Clockworks tower Danny let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding

Was it because of seeing a familiar face

Or was it the knowledge that They couldn’t hurt him anymore

Danny shakes his head like he’s trying to get rid of the thought. As Danny gets closer to the tower he stops flying and just floats to the main entrance of the tower ( he will most definitely fall if he doesn’t and he knows that ) there at the entrance is clockwork floating there as Danny sees him he starts to speed up and as soon as he reaches clockwork and just cry’s like the child he is…

Clockwork knew this had happened in other timelines.

Some where Danny ends up in a GIW facility being a experiment

Or where Danny goes on the run from the GIW or his own parents

Or where clockwork had hoped with all his core this timeline would be like where Danny’s parents loved him even if he was a halfa ( even if this universe is one of the rarest of all the timelines )

But when he saw Danny hold on to him like it’s the only thing that is keeping him from getting even more hurt than he already is

Danny has multiple cuts and bruises from different weapons and angles from where he was running and it looks like one of his ankles is barely holding on to a thread the bone is most likely shattered and there are multiple deep cuts around his neck like someone was trying to put a collar on him more specifically a shock collar that looks like it got a good few shocks in if the bit of burns on his neck were anything to go off of. And Danny has fallen asleep on him

Clockwork smiles softly at this and picks Danny up and brings him up to his tower he summons a bed to put Danny on while he heals him the best he can but some of the cuts around his body are going to scar and the cuts around his neck are some of the worse injuries that he’s seen on the boy in this timeline and the only ones this bad in this timeline. Now where would the boy go? Clockwork can’t take care of him and with his human half it would be impossible for him to live in the ghost zone so where would he go..? Clockwork thought about it for a few minutes before he remembered something a dimension and pocket dimension to be specific it has everything the boy could ever need but it does have a population of snakes that take care of the little place they call home and are not afraid of fighting off others if they are not a part of the nest but the boy does seem to like snakes what is it he called them once ‘danger noodles’ if he’s remembering correctly the boy always finds away to be endearing clockwork thinks before he goes to get the portal to the dimension this place will be the perfect place for Danny to live in with his unborn child he is currently caring for.

That’s all for the first part I hope you guys like it! Sorry if it’s a bit short this is my first time writing a fic. And the second part will be out soon anyway byeeeee (also here are the people who asked to be tagged I hope you guys enjoy the story)

@thatoneweirdshipper @phantasama @siluver



[morninkim]

that one movie sinbad did about the genie

[noseams]

BOO! More Mayday lore!

Back when Mayday was a kid she couldnt control her arcanum all that well. Especially at nights when she had a bad nightmare, spikes will just spring out and stay stuck on her body. Kinda like a subconscious defense mechanism. Its easy to take the spikes off but Mayday would ask for one of her sister's help to take the ones on her back.

That doesnt happen anymore now that she's older, but there are some rare occasions...

[graceofgondor]

the difference between charginny and knox/chris is that ginny loved how annoying charlie was while chris just learned to tolerate knox being annoying and that's a very interesting thought to me

[fbfh]

do you still write for jj?

ooooh not only do I write for JJ but I kiss you on both cheeks for giving me an excuse to talk about one of my favorite obscure JJ thoughts. JJ x ballerina!reader (gn so technically ballet dancer reader, but you do dance pointe and in a more feminine style in pas de deux so do with that what you will)

They thought you were a kook for the first few summers since you clearly went to school off the island. It turns out you're not, you're just a scholarship kid to whatever fancy school you go to (something that Pope LOVES to pick your brain about since he's dying for a scholarship to his dream college)

at some point or another, there's a hurricane. you end up sticking it out with the other pogues. that's when they notice how... weirdly flexible you are. especially JJ. mostly JJ. it started off small, with you stretching a little while you guys are hanging out in the aftermath since the day after a hurricane is always a free day. JJ looked away from you for like two seconds and you just fuckin... dropped into a perfect split. he's surprised by this obviously, but he's more surprised when you seamlessly shift to a split on the other side, then a center split, bending and moving with impossibly flexibility. then a moment later, you're asking him "hey can you grab my leg?" as you stand up and stretch into a scorpion/needle pose. soon you're dragging him out of the room to "help you with something else." he FULLY thinks yall are about to hook up, but instead you put on this beautiful, artsy, erratic piano music, kick off your sandals or sneakers or whatever, and begin moving like a fucking vision.

you're rambling to him while you dance like it's nothing, but his jaw is on the fucking floor.

"This is the solo I learned last semester," you chuckle while spinning like a little figurine atop a music box, or something in a snow globe, or... wherever else he's seen ballerinas in passing before.

"If I'm rusty by the time I get back, Miss Raine will kill me." you chuckle playfully.

after a few moments, you finish, posed delicately on the ground. you look up at him, your cheeks flushed, your eyes glistening with mirth.

"holy fucking shit," he exclaims, making you blush. "goddamn, princess, that-"

he trails off with a disbelieving chuckle.

"That was fuckin' incredible," he says with a breathy laugh, then nudges you playfully, looking at you more closely like he must have missed something all those times he looked at you and never saw this magical ballet fairy hiding inside you. "you've been holdin' out on me." he teases.

"okay, okay, here's where I need your help." you begin, trying not to get too distracted. you reach out and grab his wrist, holding out his left arm palm up. "I'm gonna run at you like this-"

you demonstrate, taking a step forward. his attention is locked onto you even harder from the moment you grab his arm.

"And kinda... kick my leg around," you do just that, so you're twisted around and facing away from him. he lets out a little noise of surprise. you know it must seem convoluted and ridiculous, but you really need help practicing this lift.

"I need you to wrap your arm around me like this," you say, bending forward with one leg extended behind you, the other supporting you, so your stomach rests on his bicep and his hand holds the small of your back. "And then place your other hand right on my ribcage here."

"oh, my hand will be wherever you want it, cupcake." he says, making you roll your eyes at the (only half joking) innuendo.

"okay." you say, taking a step back. "you ready?"

the first few times you walk through it together are clumsy and slow, a mess of limbs and giggles, but eventually you get it. you call your friends in to show them the bluebird lift you've been working on, even having successfully taught JJ how to lower you and do a few basic steps with you to conclude. you both get through it unscathed, and your friends reactions are very similar to JJ (with only slightly less innuendo and teasing from John B and Pope), and as JJ giggles and demands you come at him so he can lift you again, you start to see a lot of potential in him.

maybe, just maybe, you can shape that potential a little more over the summer. your ballet academy always has scholarships for boys available since they're always in demand in the performing arts. you think there might just be a chance for JJ to do a lot more lifts with you.

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 55 (part two) - Sneak Peek

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay (Canon divergence) Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie becomes a fixture in Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is rekindled. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile, Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something which will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming. READ MORE Chapter 55, The dove and the butterfly (part two)

Joe Chance knew the baby wasn’t his. Throughout his and Gwen’s short marriage he never let her forget how he “took pity on you and that larva in your belly.”

It was her older sister who made things come to pass. Who coerced Gwen into marriage, to try and hush up the scandal.

Ever since the two of them were orphaned, Meaghen – practically an adult herself – shouldered the role of guardian. At least on paper.

But the woman was sickly, due to a bad heart, so at the end of the day, it was really the other way around. Of Gwen tending to her every need, from a very early age.

That’s the thing about Meaghen though. She may be frail in a very physical sense, but she still ruled her baby sister with an iron fist.

Hard to say what drove Joe. Because he certainly wasted no time in telling his new bride and later wife what a piece of living garbage she was.

Maybe he grew a shine to the young woman, because in his mind they were like two peas in a pot.

No one wanted Gwen because of that ugly, scary birthmark. And no one wanted Pissin’ Joe, period.

As for Gwen, life just seemed a mere passage between two jail cells. Like she traded one set of chains for another, with no hope of escape.

According to Sae, Meaghen had always been skittish. Mistrustful. Prone to fits of rage, when triggered.

But something happened when her husband died in that coal mine fire. That’s when her paranoia completely tipped over.

Because there were rumors. Rumors that the fire had not been an accident. Some said Lando died sabotaging the mine. Others that his crew was targeted by the Capitol bosses for being a pack of troublemakers.

Whatever the case, her husband’s sudden demise, and in such a way, had indirect yet dire consequences on Meaghen and her family.

She began displaying the flag of Panem in the window, without needing any prompting from the peacekeepers.

She started quoting Snow and the Capitol posters every chance she got. “No peace, no bread! No peace, no security! No peacekeepers, no peace! No Capitol, no peace!”

And some days, when she felt well enough for a walk into town, she would harass kids on the square for laughing or playing too loudly,

“Don’t you know today’s a remembrance day?” she’d hiss at them, weak of breath. “For the late Crassus Snow? The father of our president! Show some respect!”

Maybe it was all about overcompensating, for her husband’s supposed crimes. To try and shield the family from further retaliation. She wouldn’t be the first to use that strategy.

Maybe she believed a fierce Capitol loyalty would protect Gwen against those many many tesserae she had to take in order to keep the family afloat.

Or perhaps it was simply the overwhelming stress on an already anxiety-ridden mind, that finally made it snap right in half, causing her to lash out like she did.

The peacekeepers couldn’t care less about the unstable woman. The people of Twelve neither. Every man, woman and child steered clear of her and her vicious tongue, but you couldn’t say they viewed her as much of a threat. Not like they did Joe.

She hardly left the house anyway – if not bedridden yet, she would be soon enough. And they wouldn’t kick a dog when it’s down.

That’s how people saw her, really. A dog without bite, living on borrowed time.

But they were wrong.

Meaghen did bite. She did cause harm.

Gwen loved school. Always had. If her sister got her way, she would’ve been homeschooled but such arrangements weren’t allowed in District 12. To Gwen’s secret joy.

She adored her teacher. One of the few people in her life who didn’t stare at her birthmark constantly.

Once upon a time, Gwen wished to become a teacher herself. But of course, she soon learned it was all just a foolish pipe dream. Nothing more. And dreams you need to look out for, Meaghen said.

“They’re hazardous. If you hold on to them for too long, they start to fester and rot.”

Yes, Gwen knew the reality of her situation. Dreams don’t put food on the table. The moment she turned eighteen she needed to clock in at the mines and that’s that. Nothing anyone could do about it.

But at least those hours sitting in a school bench, meant a much needed break from caring for her ailing sister.

Gwen soaked up knowledge, like a sponge. Because of her birthmark, she had no friends to speak of. So while the other kids played or talked in small groups on the school yard, Gwen preferred spending her lunch breaks and recesses, seated in the shade of the old oak tree, with her nose in a book.

It was a secluded place. Peaceful. Here people left her alone. Forgot she was even there. Most of the times.

Until one faithful day, when she met Tara’s father.

Of course, she didn’t know that back then. And neither did he. He was just a boy, who approached her one day, asking what book she was reading.

He had a warm smile. Dappled green eyes. His hair impossibly curly and such a glorious red it didn’t seem real. All so different from what she was used to back in the Seam.

She recognized him from class of course. He always finished his work up fast and then sat with his chin in his hand, a dreamy expression in those apple eyes while he stared out the window, quietly tapping his foot, as if to some imagined melody.

“I love books too”, he told her, the day under the tree, and that was the beginning of it.

When asked, Gwen was reluctant to tell Tara his name, but her daughter was relentless. Wouldn’t back down. She had to know. Finally, Gwen said,

“We called him Kit for short. Kit Raven Baird.”

[blackhholes]

Teen Wolf as Horror Subgenres

Season six A: Ghost Story

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

neo metal sonic would be like. “why do you call it a deadname if I’m not allowed to kill it”

[bleaksqueak]

Every time I write or letter Elias directly addressing Maia I find myself asking "Do you actually not know Maia's name or are you just being an ass?" I mean, I know the answer. At least, I should know the answer. He's being very willful over this.

[ihaveaskeleton]

Before and After: Edna's Ghoulification

Before: Edna Murdoc, four times widow and divorceé.

After: Edna Murder-McCoy—still married to the same man after a century and a half, against all odds.

[jaggedjot]

Honestly, if any character deserves to go on a hashtag misandrist genocide it is Claudia.

[tsunael]

— B A S I C S

Name: Tsuna Wasaishi (Refia bihn Deryaoglu). Nicknames: None for short. 'Darling' and 'princess' used in varying levels of sarcasm. Age: 32 at the start of ARR. 35-something in 6.x. Nameday: 10th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon (6/9). Race: Au Ra. Mixed Hingan and Hannish Raen. Gender: Female. Orientation: Bimaybe. Profession: Former geiko, warrior of light, and white mage.

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Black. Eyes: Heterochromia (blue/green). Skin: Fair. Tattoos/scars: No tattoos, no major scars (yet).

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Suzume Sui Wasaishi (deceased), and Kartal bin Deryaoglu. Siblings: Mihrimah bihn Deryaoglu (half-sister). Grandparents: Undetermined In-laws and Other: Ryne feels like family. Ameliance dotes on her like a mother. Pets: Chuchu, her chocobo.

— S K I L L S

Abilities: DNC/WHM. DRK but never utilized. Possible RDM. Hobbies: Reading, scrapbooking, textile work (embroidery).

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Traits: Compassionate, altruistic, hard-working. Most Negative Traits: Impulsive, quick to anger, melancholic.

— L I K E S

Colours: Rolanberry red, pure white, currant purple, Nophica green. Smells: Sandalwood, Brightlily, Walnut oil, fogweed. Textures: Dupioni silk, rushing water, mossy ground. Drinks: green tea, nigorizake, hot chai.

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Yes. Drinks: Yes. Drugs: No. Mount Issuance: Chuchu, her company chocobo via The Adders, is a red chocobo that got mixed in with the clutch at Bentbranch. She was too feral to sell, and too terrifying to put down, but took a liking to Tsuna in a classic horse-girl movie kind of tale. Been Arrested: Almost. Fuck the Sekiseigumi.

Tagged by: @myreia !!!! Thank you so much! Tagging: take it 🫴

[notmoreflippingelves]

Diversity win: the thief who stole every piece of religious art in your town and his equally-criminal dad are both bisexual.