#irresponsible shapeshifter

[petew21-blog]

Irresponsible brother

My brother is the most irresponsible person I know. Not only did he plan a holiday with his wife for the most important week at his office, but he also didn't tell his nagging wife about the project. Therefore he asked me for a favor.

You see. My brother has a superpower to shapeshift. But not himself. Other people. But he was always scared to tell the world outside of our family circle. Therefore my brother used his power only then and there when our family needed it, especially for his benefit.

So when this crisis at work came he asked me to pretend to be him at work. In exchange for some money. I am unemployed at the moment, so it came at the best time.

He taught me everything about the project, shifted me and happily left for the holiday.

What a fool

it feels so great to look like him again. Every sense is so different than in my body. Highlighted even. I love the cold water on his face. Running down his beard.

But I have to admit he changed a lot since we were teens. Back then he shapeshifted me when he wanted to sneak out to some party etc. And that left me with his body alone for the night. Yeah you're thinking correctly that I used up a lot of tissues back then. I especially loved to make photos and videos so that I could jerk off looking back at them while looking as me

"Damn bro, you've changed. You're a man now. Daddy even."

I just love when his face is the one looking back at me from the mirror. My body isn't bad to be honest, but my brother's body is on another level.

I wonder if his dick is bigger than before. We used to have a lot of fun together.

A work number appeared on my brother's phone. I answered:"Hey, this is Mat...sorry Daniel O'Connell speaking. What?!? A gas leak in the office? Oh thank you for the notice. I'll set up for a home office than. Thanks for letting me know."

Maaan. This just keeps getting better and better. Maybe I should make a new profile on Grindr and enjoy this week properly as Daniel.

Time to take some proper photos. I think a biceps flex in the bed while only in a towel will do.

Nice. Twinkforfun22 already replied. This is gonna be fun. Maybe I can take care of this bad boy pushing againts the towel before he arrives

[pastamansta]

While I have had my issues with "My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic" (2010-2019) since we restarted the series, and while I have already begun to realize that the show will never be as good as the peak that was achieved in Seasons 2 and 3, as Ginger and I have reached the end of Season 6, I realize that, from this point forward, finishing this show is now something of a chore, or at least a "quest."

There have been issues in the past, no doubt; (1) "bothsidesism" and indigenous peoples stereotyping in a fantasy setting, via the conduit of buffaloes, (2) a portrayal of toxic masculinity as inherent to men, via the conduit of dragons, (3) using autism-coded characters irresponsibly, to make points about "friends who annoy you," via the conduit of both Pinkie Pie and Maud Pie, (4) doing BOTH, via the conduit of Discord, (5) anti-Semitic stereotyping in a fantasy setting, via the conduit of griffins, (6) xenophobic stereotyping in a fantasy setting, via the conduit of yaks, (7) irresponsibly vague and tonally un-sound depictions of self-harm, via the conduit of S05E13 "Do Princesses Dream of Magic Sheep?", (8) inserting support of the military-industrial complex into a show for children, via the conduit of The Wonderbolts, and (9) portraying a character with a severe level of anxiety as someone who is not in need of change, via the conduit of Fluttershy. These issues, however, are, by and large, excusable. Many of these issues are contained to individual episodes, and the show's primary demographic, those from ages FOUR to SEVEN, would have to really be paying attention to notice any of these, though some stick out more than others.

Season 6 is where not only do these issues still manage to present themselves, but they also manage to get worse.

The Wonderbolts have gone from a minor annoyance as part of Rainbow Dash's character, to one of the few reasons she appears on-screen, while further and further pushing a pro-military agenda down the throats of children, with one stand-out episode this season going so far as to apologize, if not encourage, military hazing?

The "toxic masculinity as inherent to men" issue evolves into a larger, more racial issue, ironically done by no longer portraying the dragons as all-male. A new fantasy race, originally introduced as little more than hissing bugs in Season 2, is now just as bad as the dragons, though perhaps not as offensive as the buffaloes, yaks, or griffins. This new fantasy race, the "Changlings," bear a striking resemblance to the real-life conspiracies on "draconian shapeshifters," which has been historically used to demonize Jewish peoples, as well as other marginalized communities.

And as if all of that wasn't bad enough, suddenly the show feels the need to comment on real-world xenophobic attitudes toward Indian cuisine? And their idea on how to do this is to make Rarity biased? By making her worship the words of a critic? Offensive stereotyping, with no "fantasy race" excuse to fall back on, and character assassination in the same fell swoop? "Spice Up Your Life" has to be one of the most embarrassing episodes of the series.

All of this in exchange for... what, exactly? A thinly-veiled, if not entertaining for a FAR older demographic, advertisement for parent-company-owned "Dungeons & Dragons?" A cutesy musical rendition of "A Christmas Carol?" A "what if" episode about a griffin who finally answers, definitively, if non-pony characters can receive a cutie mark? Enjoyable? Sure. Worth the problematic elements and ever-decreasing enjoyability of stock plots and subpar characters writing? Not at all.

As Ginger mentioned in one of her prior posts on the subject, we rank the episodes, every season, from best to worst, and then cut that list into three categories; "Good," "Mid," and "Bad." We have an extra column for "Problem" that, as of this season, was more full than ever. This season, we added a fifth section; "Ironic," as the show has gotten so generally terrible that it is becoming hard to decide between which episodes we had a good time with on their terms... or on ours.

"Flutter Brutter," "Stranger Than Fan Fiction," and "The Cart Before the Ponies" are some of the most fun I've had all season, due to how downright, laughably bad they all are. "Hey, seven-year-old! Did you know that Fluttershy's brother is a massive fuck-up who looks and talks like Matthew McConaughey?" "Yo, pre-teen! Do you have a hot take on the Star Wars Prequels?" "What's up, little dude?! Wanna just... watch your favorite characters ignore their siblings for twenty minutes?!" I was truly in stitches, almost as much as I was during Season 5's "Hearthbreakers," where Pinkie Pie's family eats rocks for Christmas, and the Apple family is told that they HAVE to enjoy it! If you've got a craving for watching twenty-minute chunks of horse cartoons that feel far too much like "Freddy Got Fingered" (2001), this is DEFINITELY the season for you.

If you only like, you know, the show that this used to be? Stop earlier than I'm going to, because Ginger and I are in this for the long haul.

[girls-alias]

Christmas Wish - Dean Winchester

Title: Christmas Wish - Dean Winchester Words: 2,959 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: Christmas chapter.

I walked with my friend in the mall. We were doing last-minute shopping for Christmas when we stumbled upon the mall fountain. She chuckled bringing my attention to it. It had been decorated for Christmas with a big sign explaining that throwing a coin into the fountain and making a wish would come true on Christmas day. She's superstitious so she pulled two coins from her pocket, a wide smile on her face. I accepted one of the coins reluctantly with a sad smile. I know exactly what I'm going to wish for, it's the same thing I always wish for.

I held the coin tightly, putting my heart and soul into the wish. Mentally begging it to come true. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I wish Dean would find me," I thought to myself before throwing the coin and watching as it sunk to the bottom of the fountain floor. I sighed knowing that this wish was no different from all the other times I had wished. Just like always I knew I was going to be let down. Dean Winchester was the one who got away.

It was a classic case of the right person but the wrong time. Dean and I had been hunting together when Sam was in college, we were somewhat young and irresponsible but we were a team. After 2 years we finally started dating, it was perfect, it was natural and amazing. We only experienced it for a month before his dad disappeared and Dean had to ask Sam for help. We tried long distance for a little while but with both of us constantly hunting and Dean's new mission of finding the yellow-eyed demon, we didn't work out.

We agreed mutually that it was a bad time and it only hurt more knowing we were separate. We both cried, we told stories and all I needed was his arms around me, reassuring me but unfortunately, we had to do it over the phone as we were on opposite sides of the country.

I know I should forget about him and should have fully moved on in the 11 years since I've seen him but no man ever compares to him. He's ruined my views on relationships because I haven't had a single boyfriend as good as Dean. There was a time I stayed adamant to keep my phone number so he could always reach me but when I was fighting a small gang of vampires, my phone and SIM card were destroyed. It ruined me but it had been years since I had heard from him and so I should have let it go by that point.

My best friend woke up early to wave me off as I left. She doesn't know that I hunt monsters, she thinks I'm a pilot so it explains why I'm gone for weeks and sometimes months. It also gives me an excuse to not have a fixed address as I explained I would rather stay in hotels so that I don't have to pay for electricity in a house I won't be in. She's not the smartest person I know so it makes it a little easier lying to her. She'll believe anything.

My friend tried insisting that I stay for Christmas but monsters don't rest, I don't have time. It was the day before Christmas Eve when I left, much to her dismay. We'd already exchanged gifts and she's amazing. She knows I never buy new clothes so any holiday for exchanging gifts she gets me a new wardrobe. It comes in handy as I often get clothes ruined when I'm hunting but sometimes she gets me things I wouldn't be able to fight in.

I stopped in a motel in East Iowa, I had seen suspicious activity on the news which made me think it was a possible shapeshifter. They're a pain in the ass but someone's got to do it. I tried checking in, and getting a room for the night but they explained they were booked full for the next couple of days. Not ideal but I'll just have to live in my car for a little while.

The hunt was tedious, but it was quick as the shifter was sloppy and I killed the shifter in the early hours of Christmas morning. After living in my car, it soon became apparent I had an issue with my car. I had stopped in a diner car park, opening the bonnet to take a look. I soon came to the realisation I either had a leak in the coolant tank or a clogged heater core and so needed replacements. I asked in the diner if there were any mechanics open or somewhere I could get car parts on Christmas day. I was given the address and directions to a salvage yard that never seemed to close.

*********

I pulled up to the salvage yard, finding it was a house on the property. I stopped the car, assessing the house as I wondered if I should leave since they were probably celebrating Christmas and didn't want to disturb the owner. I sighed knowing I couldn't keep sleeping in my cold car. I climbed out of the car and approached the front door. I knocked lightly and checked the time on my watch making sure it wasn't too early to be knocking. The door opened to an older gentleman looking at me a little confused, I smiled politely.

"Hi, I just need some car parts. If it's not a good time, I can just go," I explained but he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, you need a hand?" He asked but I shook my head.

"I'll be okay, I'm just having an issue with either my coolant tank or I have a clogged heating core so I'll just look for replacements," I explained but he nodded with a smile.

"I'll help, it might be easier finding it together," He explained, stepping inside to grab a jacket.

"Oh, you don't have to. I realise it's Christmas and you're probably celebrating with family," I explained but he chuckled.

"Nah, my two boys are out of state, we're not big on Christmas," He explained making me a little sad he was alone and I smiled sadly as I nodded.

"I totally get it, I don't have family so Christmas is just another day to me," I explained as he stepped out, leading me to the scrap cars.

“So you’re doing nothing today?” He asked as he popped the hood of a close by car. I chuckled as I did the same with another car.

“Yeah, I’ll be on the road again.” I shrugged. Happily getting my hands dirty as I checked the car.

“Well, why don’t you stay here? We may be strangers but I’ll cook you a warm meal.” He explained and I was touched by his sentiment.

“Maybe I will. I’m Y/N,” I explained, holding my hand out for him to shake. We didn’t care about the oil on our hands and shook them with a smile.

“Bobby,” he explained.

*******

Bobby and I had found the parts. He helped me install the parts and after letting the car run a while it was perfect. I tried paying Bobby but he refused. His argument was that I was making his Christmas more bearable.

We went inside, Bobby was wondering what to make for Christmas dinner as he hadn't prepared anything special. I walked into his lounge following him as he explained he would have a microwave meal.

"I don't mind having a microwave meal with you, I quite like them and I can always-" I stopped as I looked to the ceiling surprised. Bobby seemed to notice my silence as he turned around to look at me confused before following my line of sight. He seemed stunned silent as if he couldn't think of a lie. "You're a hunter too?" I asked, pointing to the devil trap painted onto the ceiling. He smiled happily.

"Thank God, I had no excuse ready." He chuckled, relaxing as he took a seat at his desk.

"Wait, You're a hunter and your name is Bobby. You don't know Dean Winchester, do you?" I asked it's a long shot but -

"Yeah, I practically raised him. Sam too. They're my boys I mentioned earlier." He explained a little confused before his eyes widened. "Y/N Y/L/N?" He asked. I was shocked he knew of me. Either Dean has talked about me in the past and he had a great memory or he's heard of me from someone else. Weird coincidence though. I nodded softly. His lips curled into a wide grin. "I've been looking for you for years!" He exclaimed excitedly shocking me as he jumped up to grab his phone.

"Looking for me why?" I asked, worry filling me as I wondered if this whole thing might be a trap.

"Sam asked me to track you down so you and Dean can meet again, he's never shut up about you. He thought you died," He explained as he started dialling the phone before freezing. "Do you want to see him?" He asked. I grinned at the news. Dean never stopped talking about me, he was looking for me. Oh my God. This can't be real. What are the odds?

"Yeah, I always wondered what happened to him," I replied playing it cool but inside I was doing cartwheels, dancing, hell, I was even doing back flips. Am I really going to see Dean again after all these years?

Bobby called Sam and explained that he found me and to bring Dean, we would get some food for making Christmas dinner. He excitedly explained he wanted to make it a real Christmas. Sam said it would be a few hours before they could get here, around 7PM but was more than happy to make the trip.

Bobby put me in charge of decorating as I helped him get everything from the attack and he was quick to leave to see what food he could get. I felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement as I remembered the Christmas wish I had made in the fountain, never believing it would actually come true. But here I am, decorating a stranger's house, food soon coming, Dean, the love of my life on his way. I worried about how he might react to seeing me. I worried I wouldn't be the same or maybe he wouldn't but I always knew he was the right person, wrong time but now might be the right time.

*******

Bobby was back after a few hours. Nowhere was open but picked up a menu from a restaurant that was open and happy to deliver. He helped me finish putting up the decorations before he shooed me off to dress nicer. I laughed as I went back to my car, deciding to move it to the back of the house so he wouldn't see it. He hasn't seen this car but I don't want him suspicious someone else is here. It might ruin the surprise. I changed into a nice dress my best friend had got me and mentally thanked her for getting it for me. I figured it would be good somewhere along the way if I had to work undercover but those kinds of jobs hardly ever come up.

*******

Bobby was more excited than me. He had given me a glass of whiskey for liquid luck but he soon tipped the bottom of my glass as I was taking a drink, the car was pulling in and he wanted me out of sight but for me to have finished my drink. He grabbed the glass from me and guided me to the dining room before closing the double doors with a wide smile.

I listened as Bobby greeted them at the door, my stomach doing flips as I heard Dean's voice. I took a deep breath, stabilising myself as I felt like I was dreaming.

"Hey, Bobby. Merry Christmas," Dean commented as he entered the room behind the double doors. I waited anxiously as I knew only the wooden doors were the only things separating us.

"Merry Christmas boys," I heard Bobby add with some shuffling sounds as if they were exchanging hugs. "I've got you some gifts under the tree but Dean, yours is in the dining room," Bobby explained.

"Thanks, Bobby. You didn't have to," Another voice explained happily and I knew it must be Sam. "We've got you a small bag of presents in the car," He added making Bobby chuckle.

"Thank you, I think Dean should get his first and then we can have a drink," Bobby explained, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

"We'll drink first," Dean seemed to shrug.

"Drinks after," Bobby insisted. There seemed to be a little silence before I heard footsteps approach the door. I took a deep breath, instantly worried and unsure how to stand. I decided to clasp my hands together and let them fall in front of me. The doors opened.

Standing in all his glory was Dean Winchester. The love of my life, the man I pined over for 11 years. He looked confused but as his eyes found mine he broke into a wide smile. He hurried to me. Engulfing me in a tight hug as he rocked us side to side slightly. I giggled as I hugged him back. My arms wrapped over his shoulders as he squeezed me tightly. I forgot how tall he actually was until he straightened up and lifted me off the floor for a second.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his smiling cheeks noticeable against my skin. He pulled away, his hands still on me as he didn't want to be far. "What are you doing here? You're alive, I can't believe you're alive. How did this happen?" He asked excitedly. I chuckled as I admired him. He hasn't changed for the worst, he's even more handsome than I remember, he's more rugged and definitely still the epitome of my type.

"I had car troubles, it was a complete coincidence," I explained as his smile never faded. He pulled me back into a hug making me chuckle. I hugged him back, squealing as he lifted me from the ground again and kept me up. He's still strong. God, if only he knew what he was doing to me. I noticed Bobby and a tall guy smiling as they watched us. "Hi, Sam. It's nice to meet you," I chuckled as Dean's grip didn't waver. He chuckled.

"Nice to meet you too," He added. Dean spun around so I was facing the other way. I heard the doors closing as he took one hand from around me to close the doors. I chuckled a little nervous as to why he wanted to be alone with me but it also made butterflies flutter in my stomach. He held me up with one arm, he didn't struggle and didn't seem to even consider putting me down.

Once the doors were closed, he put me down. His hands cupped my face as he admired my eyes. "I've been waiting for you," He explained, my insides turning to mush. I smiled.

"Me too," I added, he grinned at my words.

"Good," He swooped down, connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. I swooned as his lips graced mine. The kiss I had dreamed of for years. The kiss I had imagined so many times. The kiss no other compared to. He smiled against my lips as my hands move to the back of his neck to hold him close to me. One of his hands moved to my hip, pulling my body against his. I pulled away slowly when I heard Bobby and Sam snickering to themselves probably talking about us. Dean seemed reluctant to pull away.

"We can't just ignore them," I explained but he looked disappointed. I chuckled as I shook my head. "It's Christmas," I added so he playfully rolled his eyes but his smile never left his lips. He pulled me back into a sweet kiss before pulling away again.

"Be my girlfriend again and I'll stop ignoring them," He hinted, his smile turning to a smirk. I blushed at his words knowing I had never wanted anything more in my life. I nodded a little too excitedly. He chuckled as he connected our lips, celebrating the rekindling of our relationship after 11 years. I should have made the wish in the fountain years ago.

*****

It was the best Christmas I ever had. We ordered Chinese food they opened presents, we exchanged hunting stories and acted like a real family. As the night was winding down, Sam took one of the spare rooms while Dean and I took the other. I worried he would want to make up for all the nights we had missed but as soon as we were in the room alone his arms never let go of me. We cuddled all night and it was the best sleep I remember ever having.

We stayed at Bobby's a few days before Sam and Dean had to go back on the road. Dean rode in my car, kissing me when I stopped but holding my thigh the whole time I was driving. He still looks at me the same way he used to, the love in his eyes only seemed to grow as we spent more time together. He had only changed for the better but he was still the same and loving man I had fallen for. He's still perfect for me.

Masterlist

[evermore-grimoire]

The Evermore Grimoire: Shapeshifters

A Werecoyote is a species of human-animal hybrid that is distantly related to the Werewolf. Much like their Werewolf counterparts, they can shift into a canine-like creature with human characteristics as well shift into a full coyote. Werecoyotes also share the same weaknesses such as losing control on the night of the full moon and susceptibility to the plant Wolfsbane. However they are known to be much faster than werewolves and just like a coyote can even walk on their toes making their approach almost silent when it comes to hunting. Originating from Native American folklore, Werecoyotes have also been the subject of stories and myths in various cultures. One example is that of the Navajo people. The creature is seen as an irresponsible troublemaker and its ceremonial name is Áłtsé hashké which means ‘first scolder.’ Often connected to witchcraft, the Navajo believed witches could assume the form of a coyote and considered them an omen. The saying is that if a coyote crosses your path, do not continue your journey as an unfortunate event will occur for you.

artwork by Julliane DiBlasi

[fipindustries]

im going to say something extremely controversial here. i am sure i am the first person to ever be brave enough to say it.

luz is just a bit of a mary sue.

not enough of a hot take? allow me to double down. she is as much of a mary sue as harry potter is.

which depending on your mileage this might mean very different things.

owl house clearly tries to make a very strong point out of making fun of harry potter as a series, criticizing the concept of quiditch, spoofing the sorting hat, showing a caste system as obviously oppressive, and so on and so forth. and yet this show makes a lot of the same, shall we say, cliches that harry potter does in the sense of making their main character the most specialest little snowflake for whom the rules bend in order to accomodate just how special and unique they are.

mainly in the way luz is a quirky weirdo who does not fit in with the other "normies", the way she is a human in a world where humans are a minority, the way she can do a special kind of magic that was lost and forbidden for decades, the way she is allowed to study ALL forms of magic (with an ensuing ultra special multicolor uniform to show how she is so much more unique than all her classmates) and with her palisman being a shapeshifter so that it can be ALL kinds of animals instead of being stuck as one single animal.

it almost reminds me of this particular review of the name of the wind, by our dear robnost

clearly this is not as bad as what rob makes the name of the wind sound. luz has interesting things going on for her as a character beyond just her being super unique and quirky in ways that break the mold. she is a scatter brain, she has trouble respecting boundaries, she is shiftless and rudderless and a bit irresponsible, these are all things that make her interesting. and the world clearly doesnt bend to her will (without putting at least a bit of a fight first).

but still, it is a *little* self indulgent at times, for sure.

[ladylunora]

irresponsible alien demi god thing who can shapeshift, has healing powers and other random shit powers, doesn’t care that much about their own alien stuff but loves earth stuff, literally had no idea what they were doing or had any plan whatsoever in their cause they just did whatever they wanted, was a guard at some point to hide their true self, fell in love with a human guy who panics lot… i mostly made this because im insane and need everyone else to see the character parallels but also because benrey is serving cunt in that rose outfit

[maxwell-grant]

So, which of the alien empires do you like better, the Kree or the Skrulls?

I feel mostly the same way about either, in that I don't particularly care for them in their own right, there is plenty I outright dislike most of them, but they can be useful worldbuilding elements to have around and have led to decent things over the years. I guess if I had to draw a straw here I'd say the Skrulls, but the Skrulls have more asterisks attached. I think the Skrulls have aged poorly overall and seem to be more trouble than they're worth.

It simply was inevitable that the Fantastic Four, at the moment of their inception, would have to deal with little green spacemen bent on world domination, these being shapeshifting Red Scare allegories just being part-and-parcel of what alien invasion stories are generally about at core (well that and antisemitism). Invading armies made of alien races are just kind of grandfathered into superhero settings at this point, like one of those things you have to address or do at some point. I'd say my biggest issue with the Skrulls isn't so much that they exist, and less that they are made to embody ideas I find politically or socially or morally reprehensible (although that is an issue, and Secret Invasion was an abysmally fucking ugly chapter in Marvel history, I'll link these articles by Ritesh Babu and Kelly Kanayama who can better elaborate why), as much as I think they really fall apart as a concept that's meant to exist in a shared universe where everybody's gonna be approaching them with different sensibilities and everybody who does so is gonna do some course-correcting on the previous takes to make their new one stand. They are living breathing allegorical embodiments of The Other who are also meant to pose an actual verifiable threat to the planet, and when you treat that idea seriously, when it’s no longer the 60s and this stuff is no longer given a pass for being charmingly antiquated, what do you do with it?

Are the Skrulls refugees? Are they imperialists? Are they warmongering genocide enthusiasts by nature or are they just regular people abused and groomed into war by their leaders? Are they space capitalists or commies? Are they honorable warriors or filthy backstabbers? Are they evil jihadist extremists hellbent on destroying America? Are we supposed to cheer when the heroes enthusiastically destroy them to save the planet or is this an oh-so-sad why-couldnt-we-get-along thing where the superheroes are very sad they have no choice but to kill them all? Are we meant to distrust the heroes when they attack Skrulls who are clearly not the aggressors or is it just an understandable funny misunderstanding? Are they really just gonna keep ping-ponging between perfect aggressors and perfect victims depending on what is convenient? That just feels irresponsible and too discomforting to me.

And I think that discomfort with their past depictions, with Secret Invasion, with the general fantasy orc problem they carry, is very clear in how modern creators tackle the Skrulls, and so they lean more heavily on making the Skrulls palatable, making them warriors torn between their honor and their loyalty to their dying empire, going hard on the angle of them as refugees displaced by war (which only makes the people at conflict with, the Kree and the superheroes, even less sympathetic in a way that never allows that thread to pan out), making conventionally pretty Skrulls like Hulkling to be "the good ones" in charge, drowning them in white savior bullshit that does little to address that fundamental tension and doesn't even last because eventually the Skrulls will be villains again, eventually it's their turn on the list of old pulp tropes superheroes recycle periodically. Even putting Secret Invasion aside, and you can't, the Skrulls are fundamentally a hostile endless race of alien monsters seeking to infiltrate America's borders by replacing it's people with themselves so they can take over the world. Valuable attempts have been made to flesh them out, but you are just not going to bleed that fascistic validation out of them.

The most I ever liked the Skrulls as a concept is probably in that storyline where Ben Grimm gets captured and sent to a Skrull planet where they are all obsessed with imitating Prohibition-era gangsters and forcing several other captive aliens to battle out, simultaneously allowing The Thing to deal with an upscaled gangster problem and a Star Trek problem and a Flash Gordon problem all in one. Skrulls-as-Space-Gangsters felt like it was onto something, a decent middleground power and threat-wise for them to occupy in the cosmic hierarchy with a niche not occupied by anyone else in the F4 rogues gallery and one that might de-emphasize the inherent xenophobia, open up different nuanced takes without needing to defang their value as an imperial power (and frankly Ben Grimm should be punching gangsters more often, he'd be the first to agree). That might be too limiting, so if there were a step beyond that, I'd suggest doing more on the weird exploration side, go big on the Skrulls as a species of copycats who can be anything and allow for weird alternate scenarios and themes and topics to be touched on, some of that weird anything-goes experimentation that made so much of F4 fun to read.

Skrull utopias, Skrull dystopias, Skrull societies that revolve around cooking competitions (maybe there are Skrulls morphing themselves into meals). Skrull planets doing shonen fighting tournaments, Skrull corporations dissatisfied with the Super-Skrull so they start splicing superpowers from a bunch of others hoping to strike big with the next great warrior, planets that are moving backwards because everytime their Skrulls get dissatisfied with modernity they take a step back on their timeline as literally as possible, Skrulls play-acting their versions of Marvel story arcs that center them as the heroes, a planet that is just the Skrulls doing their version of the DC universe, a city of rocky orange Skrulls who worship Ben as the greatest warrior in the universe, serious debates in Skrull circles over what is the worst form possible to take, roving bands of Skrull hippies trying to find the next cool thing to transform into and mold their identities around, Skrull beauty pageants, etc. I guess most of these are ideas better served outside of the Skrull framework and there's not much getting around the core make-up of these guys, but idk, if the Skrulls are gonna be a thing forever then they should be something that isn't just an Other existing in service of white savior/xenophobic fantasies. Give them their own Monkey Meat-esque anthology series about the things these weirdos endure and do when they aren't getting into spats with superheroes or space fascists or their warring governments.

Oh yeah and there's these guys too, I guess. To be honest I don't think I actually even know what's their deal. I know they are distinct enough from the skrulls due to their superpowers and big hammers and imagery, they come in different colors, they take orders from a big weird mostly-evil supercomputer, they have the Accusers as essentially a police force they've used to murder a bunch of planets with, they created the Inhumans by fucking around with cavemen, and their deal a lot of the time seems to be that they are powerful space fascists, and also that they are responsible for Captain Marvel, which doesn't do a lot to dispel the whole space fascist thing. I do think Ronan is okay though. I liked him allright in his FF debut because, given his introduction, given how he spends every line of dialogue in it flabbergasted at the F4 for daring to oppose his authority and resist his judgement and that of his empire and shocked that they won't simply comply and bow and accept death, it made him maybe thee closest you could get to a evenly-matched Fantastic Four vs The Cops story, which I thought was enough reason to justify him and the Kree as an ongoing element. Hickman also does good stuff with him and the Kree in his Fantastic Four and Avengers runs enough that I am broadly okay with them as a thing, along with the whole reocurring cosmic invader bucket they share with the Skrulls and the Shi'ar and whatever. The best one in that alien invader bucket I'd say is Annihilus, but he is his own degree of freak not really comparable to them.

If I was gonna point to anything between the two that I actually love, not just appreciate but actually really enjoy, it would be the guy in that image speaking the thing on my mind most of the time, Super-Skrull. That is ENTIRELY because he is a very entertaining character in MvC3, not just in terms of his playstyle but his general personality and demeanor, and that was my introduction to him, mostly divorced from the context the Skrulls usually occupy I was very on board with this funny green spaceman with such a cool and busted powerset and such an attitude problem. Charlie Adler does so much for his personality, this hilariously unpleasant egotistical jerk who's spitting and snarling everything he says, jeering and stomping the camera or stomping your opponent after they're down, nobody in the game is quite playing the Heel to the extent Super-Skrull is, and I like that some of his lines and ending emphasize how he's not even really that much of a villain. He is the hero his empire needs, even if he nurtures a rebellious streak, and asks you not to look too much into whenever he breaks character.

[fast-moon]

DS9 Season 5 Thoughts

So, last season ended on... pretty much the same note season 3 ended on, which was that the Changelings had infiltrated positions of power across the galaxy. Let's see if this season they actually do anything about that.

1. Apocalypse Rising: Sisko, O'Brien, and Odo get to cosplay Klingons as they infiltrate the Empire in order to expose Gowron as a Changeling. But it turns out they had the right place, wrong guy.

2. The Ship: Sisko finds a downed Jem'Hadar ship and says "finders keepers", but a Vorta shows up and asks for it back. It takes half the crews of both sides dying before they realize that the Vorta just wanted to retrieve a sick Changeling from the ship, making the entire stand-off pointless.

3. Looking for par'Mach in All the Wrong Places: WTF is this title and WTF did I just watch? Worf wants to make the moves on Quark's Klingon ex-wife, so Dax sexually assaults him to take his mind off it. Meanwhile, O'Brien has to keep removing himself from situations where he could cheat on Keiko with Kira because he totally would if he could.

4. Nor the Battle to the Strong: Good lord, this series was even prescient about putting yourself in dangerous situations for social media clout and then quickly getting in way over your head. At least Jake was able to admit he was a dumbass.

5. The Assignment: Keiko trolls the shit out of O'Brien by pretending to be possessed by a wraith in order to finally get some goddamn respect. That's my interpretation of this episode and I'm sticking with it.

6. Trials and Tribble-ations: lol. To be fair, I did see this specific episode back in the 90's because a friend of mine taped it and insisted I see it, but at least now I have context for who all the DS9 characters are, and it made it even funnier.

7. Let He Who is Without Sin: Dax drags Worf to Pornworld against his will, then calls him "controlling" when she does her own thing without any regard for his feelings. Then she acts all surprised when he sides with the people protesting irresponsible self-indulgence.

8. Things Past: Odo, Sisko, Dax, and Garak get Quantum Leaped into some Bajoran slaves in the past, but it turns out Odo was just having an anxiety attack over a mistake he'd made and dragged everyone else into it.

9. The Ascent: Odo and Quark get jealous of Kira and Dukat having gotten two "mortal enemies go road-tripping" episodes, decide to go on one themselves. Meanwhile, Jake and Nog become roommates, but now ironically it's Jake who's the undisciplined one while Nog is more responsible.

10. Rapture: Everyone gets new uniforms, causing Sisko to see obelisks, make maps out of his mashed potatoes, and go on crazy rants that are enough to deny Bajor entry into the Federation, eventually forcing Bashir to lobotomize him.

11. The Darkness and the Light: Someone who wasn't even part of the Cardassian military manages to covertly murder most of Kira's former resistance members, putting the competence of the actual Cardassian military to shame.

12. The Begotten: Odo's a dad... again, and has to lose the child... again. But at least he got his shapeshifting back from it.

13. For the Uniform: The Maquis start using chemical warfare against Cardassian settlements, so Sisko uses chemical warfare right back at them. And everyone's just... okay with this?

14. In Purgatory's Shadow: The episode opens teasing a Garak/Bashir road-trip, only to bait-and-switch it to a Garak/Worf road trip, only to Uno-reverse-card it back to Garak/Bashir. Also, if Bashir's been replaced by a Changeling since before the uniform switch in episode 10, then which one got frisky on Risa?

15. By Inferno's Light: Dukat gets tired of being the butt-monkey for the past couple seasons and joins the Dominion. Meanwhile, Worf spends the entire episode getting beaten up, as Worf does.

16. Doctor Bashir, I Presume?: One episode after getting the real Bashir back, the Doctor from Voyager shows up to offer to make a new fake Bashir, but then Bashir's parents show up to reveal the real Bashir has been a fake Bashir all along, so they're already all good.

17. A Simple Investigation: Odo gets his cherry popped by a woman who turns out to be a bit of a Changeling herself: in that she's actually a completely different person living under an assumed identity, and also already married.

18. Business as Usual: Quark gets roped in with some weapons dealers and sabotages the deal after learning the weapons would be used for genocide, deciding that financial bankruptcy was better than moral bankruptcy.

19. Ties of Blood and Water: Kira decides to copy Garak from a couple episodes ago and has her Cardassian father figure show up just so he can die in front of her of medical complications.

20. Ferengi Love Songs: Quark goes back to his mother's house to help other Ferengi come out of the closet.

21. Soldiers of the Empire: Worf takes an assignment on a ship with the worst Klingons in the galaxy, and Dax invites herself along because she can't imagine Worf being able to function without her telling him what to do all the time.

22. Children of Time: The crew find a planet inhabited by their descendants, who inform them they they're going to get sent back in time and then have nothing better to do but breed like rabbits. But Future Odo realizes they've already hit their time-travel quota for the season and stops it from happening.

23. Blaze of Glory: Sisko and Eddington go road-tripping to stop some missiles that don't exist, because it was all a ruse to allow Eddington to go down fighting for... basically no reason.

24. Empok Nor: O'Brien and Garak take some gold-shirts with them to go exploring a seemingly abandoned Cardassian station, with predictable results for the gold-shirts. Garak also realizes there hasn't been an outbreak of crazypox for a few seasons and wants to have his go at it.

25. In the Cards: Jake really, really wants a Pokemon card.

26. Call to Arms: The Federation is forced to abandon the station after the Dominion and Cardassians attack, but Sisko swears he'll be back because they're not about to change the title of the series to "Terok Nor".

So, now that we've left on a cliffhanger of the station being abandoned to the Dominion, I'm curious how long into the next season that status is going to remain. Even Picard getting kidnapped by the Borg only lasted until the first episode of the next season. Plus things are going to get pretty cramped if they have too many episodes with only the Defiant set to work with.

Bashir is finally growing on me now that he's abandoned his bravado and womanizing and focusing on being a doctor. He was single-handedly ruining the series for me in the first season due to being such an insufferable creep. But it's also been revealed that he's genetically enhanced, so he's still kind of annoyingly The Special in some way, but at least he doesn't rub it in people's faces.

Dax is also starting to finally develop a personality of her own, which is conceptually a plus, it's just that her newly-developed personality is really annoying. She's basically just a troll and a gossip and doesn't seem to care about how she makes other people feel. She forced herself on Worf, then he entered into a relationship with her out of what seemed like obligation, at which point she's just been incredibly controlling and manipulative of him. Which, maybe that's a Klingon thing and they go for that, but from a human perspective, it's uncomfortable.

Also, I recently learned that Nog's actor was nearly 30 while playing him here. All this time I thought he was, like, 12, but no, he is just the ultimate short king.

Also impressed at Kira's actress being able to fit back into that jumpsuit so soon after having a baby. Hopefully she'll get more episodes next season, since her pregnancy this season limited what the story could do with her.

So with that, onto the next season of Terok Nor Deep Space Nine.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Seven '7ven' Blackwood McKinney

Voice Claim: (Jacob Elordi) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2r7wV5C9sg&ab_channel=WMagazine

Partner(s): None. Parents: Adrian Blackwood & Raven McKinney. Kids: Technically he has a bunch, but the only ones he really relates to is Sky & Imogen. Age: Immortal, but translates to mid-late 20's Birthday: 7th of January. Height: 185cm (6ft) Body type: Skinny, but with some muscle tone.     Eye color: Light blue-gray, with a tiny bit of brown around the iris. Classification: (Immortal) Demon. Known powers: Possession, shape shifting, Invisibility, healing by touch. Non-Corporeal Form/Ghostly form (being able to appear as a ghost) Evasion (The user can’t be tracked down, all the traces of their passing disappear or are ignored: fallen hair, blood, skin particles, etc. will dissipate into dust and no scent is given off, unless he wishes to. Telepaths find it extremely hard to find the Evader’s brainwaves.) Telepathy (The power to mentally receive and/or transmit information.)

About: ~ Melancholic, Restless, Brooding, Lazy, Sarcastic, Emotional, Irresponsible, Anti-Social, Distracted, Imaginative, Observant, Reflective, Fearless, Honest, Reckless, Strange, Clumsy, Stubborn, Disorganized, And Mischievous. ~ Has big hands for his body ~ Sexuality Omnisexual (Attracted equally to all human beings (men, women, transexuals, etc.) … A person who can be sexually attracted to anyone and anything, from men/women/everything in … and also non-human animals and inanimate objects) ~ Has thick black hair ~ Has a few black tattoos on various body parts, also two fairly hidden. ~ Half Irish. ~ Has a bit of a British accent. ~ Can Shapeshift to a black fox. ~ Very Anti-Social, doesn't like meeting new people. ~ Does a lot of drugs. ~ Parties a lot. ~ People often call him grumpy, but he really isn't, he's just often stuck in his own world, and quite brooding. ~ Smells like Opium. ~ Dislikes modern pop music. ~ Terrible cook. ~ Likes to hang out with two of his sisters, the rest of his rather large sibling flock he barely stays in contact with. ~ Has an okay relationship to both his parents on the other hand. ~ Doesn't talk much. ~ Loves to stay at home, listening to loud music, not talking to anyone for days. ~ Sleeps a lot. ~ Plays a lot of video games, suck at it. ~ Has a scar on his lip, he got beaten up when he was a very young kid, by some bully, who lived to regret it. ~ Has several piercings in his ears. ~ Very much a rebel. Doesn’t like authorities. ~ Feels everything quite intense. ~ Loves night time, the moon, drugs, pancakes, black eyeshadow, kittens, being left alone, fluffy pillows, sleeping, pizza, minty food, strawberry marshmallows, cold mornings, Synth wave, fog and rain. ~ Always wears some sort of baggy clothes. ~ Really hard to read. Seven's tag Seven's house/home Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe him: Labyrinth - Still Don't Know My name

Personal play list: 1. Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit 2. Cream - White Room 3. Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now 4. The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Suppose They Give A War And No One Comes 5. Bronski Beat - Small Town Boy 6. MGMT - Little Dark Age 7. The Cure - Just Like Heaven 8. David Bowie - Ashes To Ashes 9. The Doors - End Of The Night 10. Tame Impala - New Person Same Old Mistakes 11. Pixies - Where Is My Mind 12. Kavinsky - Nightcall 13. Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart 14. The Cure - A Forest 15. Duran Duran - Save A Prayer

[anindecisivespirit]

Baby Bat AU

Okay so like, I heard about the comic One Operation Joker, in which Batman is turned into a baby and Joker decides to raise him, and I just. My brain exploded with ideas. I haven’t read it and I’ve barely heard anything about it, but if I was writing a story with that premise it would probably go something like this (originally a thread of messages over discord):

Joker brings this newly turned baby batman to a meeting with all the other rogues And they’re like… why do you have a baby?? I don’t like the implications? And he explains that it’s batman, and some of them want to just kill him right now while he’s a baby, but he’s like “no no no, because then we’d have no proof that we killed Batman and you know it’s gotta be a spectacle. Mr Freeze, you try to find a cure, and the rest of you will help me take care of this baby.” And Riddler is trying so hard but babies are just so dumb. He’s trying to teach Bruce to solve puzzles and answer riddles. Ivy is telling him bedtime stories about how important the environment is and that the people who hurt it should die. Joker is the most irresponsible parent ever and Bruce almost dies three times a week. They were a little hesitant to let Zsasz near him but now Bruce is crawling all over him and hanging off his arms as Zsasz tells him about each and every one of his tally marks.

(Btw Zsasz can’t kill Bruce even if he wanted to, because he wants to kill Batman. He has a special place saved for Batman’s tally mark, but if he killed this baby… he wouldn’t be able to use it. He wouldn’t be able to bring himself to. This is not Batman.)

Clayface is shapeshifting into various animals to keep him entertained.

Bruce understands exactly 0-3% of what’s going on. They don’t know who he is so they all just keep calling him Batman/Bats/Batsy.

Bruce Wayne has gone missing.

Baby Bruce is terrified of Joker’s face for a good while, and keeps crying when he sees him. The first time he looks at him without getting upset Joker almost starts crying

Alfred is searching desperately for Bruce. Penguin is having mob meetings with a baby vest, and he’s put Bruce in a tiny suit Harley is trying to rollerblade around with him

None of them care that Bruce can’t understand anything that they’re talking about, they’re all trying to teach him to be Batman but also to be a tiny criminal at the same time

Joker gives him batarangs, which the others have to quickly take back before he hurts himself. They get him little foam batarangs instead

Riddler gets a little box that opens when you press a button, and he puts Bruce’s favorite treats in it to encourage him to figure out how to open it This results in the others giving Riddler one of those little puzzle boxes you give to cats and stuff as a joke, but Bruce seems to unironically love it

He plays with Catwoman’s whip and all of her cats love him. They curl up with him all the time.

Maybe Bruce is old enough to be saying words. He’s got mom and dad down, along with hungry and no and yes. So, all the rogues start trying to make absolutely sure that he says their name first. It’s a thing, now. They have to be first, they need to be the favorite. He gets ‘riddle’ if only because Riddler says it so often. He takes to saying ‘Za’ when he wants Zsasz. You can catch Joker crying in the shower because Bruce hasn’t said his name yet and he’s gotten most of the others down

None of them really pay any mind to the fact that Bruce Wayne has gone missing because they have more important things to do All except for the Riddler, who has known Batman’s identity for months and just never said anything. He debates whether or not he should tell anyone…

They knit him a little hat with bat ears on it, and it’s adorable

(Feel free to talk to me about this in tags and replies and asks!!!)

[austenpoppy]

Underrated friendship moment between Gar and Dick

In Beast Boy (2000), the mini-series written by Raab and Johns, Madame Rouge's daughter (Madame Rouge being the woman who killed the Doom Patrol and that Gar killed in NTT) impersonated Gar and murdered people Gar's former co-workers to frame him, and he got arrested.

Gar being a former famous child actor means the arrest was very public, and Dick quickly heard about it through Babs. As soon as he did, Dick gave up everything he was doing and flew to L.A. to see what was going on. Babs told him things didn't look good for Gar, but Dick maintained that Gar was innocent until proven guilty.

As a side note, this was set after the Titans reformed and after Gar refused to join, which itself was after Vic nearly destroyed the planet, and that was after the Quake. Given that Babs is seen having easy access to the news, this should be before the start of "No man's land", or after its end. And considering Gar says it's his first night back in Hollywood, this shouldn't have been long after the Titans decided to reform - so before the start of "No Man's Land". At the time, Dick was dealing with : solo heroing in Blüdhaven, regularly helping out in Gotham, reforming the Titans, and having his day job at Hogan's Alley.

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(Hilariously those panels come directly after one of Gar praying that no Titan would hear about it)

Once there, Dick quickly tracked down the address of who he supposed would be the next victim, and was immediately faced with the impersonator threatening Don Dickerson, Gar's old producer.

At first, he was obviously angry that Gar could do such a thing, but he tried to convince the impersonator to stop going any further, and was reluctant to fight who he thought was Gar. The impersonator kept attacking Dick, and we thus have a panel of Dick throwing an enormous grizzly through a window with an outrageous pun.

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Five minutes later, Dick figured out it was an impersonator because said impersonator hadn't called him by his real name yet - understanding everything that'd been going on (though not before saying how much it hurt him to have to do that to Gar).

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Then Flamebird showed up to "save" Dick, explained the situation to him, but of course the impersonator used that moment to attack them again and escape. Dick then used the Haly's circus paycheck to bail Gar and his cousin Matt out (the bail was already set at $25,000 for Gar).

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The charges were obviously not dropped and the press was waiting ravenously outside to get information from Gar when Matt and he got out of their cells. Dick was waiting in a car driven by Bette to get them, and when they got in Dick told Gar he was in serious trouble. Gar said he knew but that he could handle it, Dick retorted he wasn't so sure about that. Gar snapped that Dick couldn't tell him what he could or couldn't do and that he could make his own decisions.

Obviously, from Dick's point of view, Gar didn't have and shouldn't have had to deal with that kind of situation alone - there's easier than having several murder charges to your name, having an enemy set on getting revenge against you that can shapeshift into you, all while being in the public eye. Plus Dick's about three to four years older than Gar, and for most of NTT Gar was the little brother of the group, the immature and irresponsible funny troublemaker. In universe, it hadn't been that long since Dick and Gar'd left the Titans - two years at most.

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(Seriously Dick why do you have such a flare for the dramatics why are you dressed like a CEO lmao ?)

Meanwhile Gar, at the time, was in a period of difficult transition. He didn't feel like he'd been taken seriously as a hero and even by a person by others and especially his friends (this was reinforced by the fact that when the Titans reformed he wasn't the first person they asked; Dick asked him as if it was a given at the first reunion but Gar then refused to join). So he was looking for positive attention by going back to something that'd put him in the spotlight but that'd stopped once he'd started being a Titan, that is acting. He also wanted to prove to himself that he could do something of his life, with a need for independence typical of early adulthood. In fact, in Titans : Secret files and origins, Gar explicitely referred to the Titans as family, saying everyone needed to leave their families sometimes, implying he was the bird leaving the nest.

On top of that, he wanted to make his dead adoptive mother (Rita Starr) proud, and she too had a connection to acting and movies.

The rest of the car ride was tense, and they had a conversation once they were at Matt's flat (Matt lives in a dump, by the way). Gar explained to Dick he'd already had to grow up on his own after Dick and he'd left the Titans, that he needed time "to stand on his own two feet" and that Dick of all people should be able to understand that given that he'd done the same with Bruce.

Dick tacitly accepted Gar's speech by giving him evidence he stole at the preccinct (unless he convinced the policeman to give it to him with level 450 charisma lol). Gar and Dick parted on good terms.

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(Please tell me those are special sunglasses, otherwise I'm going to have a flashback to Black Mirror with Dick telling Tim "They're wearing sunglasses at night, Red Robin, which means they're really, really cool" and break into a fit of giggles)

It's at times like this that the Titans really feel like a family. It's obvious in the way Gar referred to the Titans as a family he needed to leave to build his own life and identity outside of them and in the way he drew a parallel between Dick and Bruce on the one hand, and he, Dick, the Titans and Dayton on the other.

Even funnier, it's in the way Gar got in trouble, prayed that his family/friends wouldn't find out before Dick immediately found out. It's in the way Dick dropped everything to help him, bailed Gar's arse out of jail and was waiting for him in the car like a tired dad. It's in the way he wasn't sure Gar was ready to handle such big life troubles, but Gar fought to argue that he was ready and proclaimed his independence before Dick decided to trust him.

Interestingly, it puts Dick somewhere between the role of an older brother/father figure. He's not that much older than Gar, but always seemed so, despite moments of brotherly camaraderie.

Plus the dynamic between them is much more hierarchical than, say, Dick and Tim's brotherhood. That's partly because Dick was the leader of the team Gar was a part of. Due to that fact, Gar's always seen Dick handle a lot of responsibilities and that right at the time Dick was coming into adulthood and wasn't certain of who he wanted to be (so he had entire periods he was much more serious than he would otherwise be).

Add to that the differences between Gar's careless, happy-go-lucky exterior and Dick's overresponsible personality and it's perhaps not surprising that Gar put Dick there in the place of Bruce in the parallel he drew between he and Dick - the trusted adult who hasn't seen that his kid's grown and needs to let go so that his kid can stand on his own.

And I love that Gar specifically said that he'd grown without Dick, that he singled out Dick in the list of people he needed to grow independent from. It really reinforces the idea that Dick was a mentor to Gar.

As an aside 2, Dick was later framed for murder too by corrupt cops, and it makes me shake my head that here, the point was about whether Gar could handle this on his own though Dick was ready to back him up anyway (and that after investigating to understand what'd been going on and bailed Gar out); while in Nightwing : Target, Bruce left Dick to fend off for himself after stripping him of his Nightwing identity, berated him about joining the police force, and was like "you better be grateful I came to your flat while you were busy being badgered by corrupt officers to remove all evidence of your secret identity you careless child".

As an aside 3, I believe Dick was a bit less friendly than he otherwise would be because of Bette's presence. He doesn't like her much, and her fawning over him makes him uncomfortable.

Still, it's crazy I have never seen anyone talk about this time Dick paid more than $25,000 to bail Gar out of prison and potentially stole evidence to help him while he was being framed for murder.

[chrysochroma]

Neon green and scarlet red

@febuwhump 2024: Day 14: blood stained tiles

@badthingshappenbingo : self-loathing (card is at the end)

Rating: Teen And Up

Words: 857

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Warnings: Dissection/vivisection/surgery, self loathing, bad parenting, blood

- not phantom planet compliant

- for clarification, his heart doesn’t beat in ghost mode (he doesn’t breathe either)

read on Ao3

Danny’s eyes flickered open, and he was met with the sight of familiar ceiling tiles. He was in the Fenton Works lab, in the basement of his house, for some reason. He wasn’t quite sure how he got there, but he decided that figuring that out could wait.

He moved to sit up, then immediately realized that he couldn’t. Thick metal straps crossed over his collarbones and thighs, and around his wrists and ankles, strapping him down to what he now realized was an operating table. A twinge of fear sparked in Danny’s heart, but he managed to supress it long enough to evaluate the situation he found himself in. Somehow, someone had kidnapped him and broken into his parent’s basement, then left him here. As far as he could tell, there was no one else in the lab with him, and he wasn’t sure where his presumed kidnapper had gone. Who would do this, though? This wasn’t something that any of the usual ghosts would do. Another possibility crossed his mind, but he dismissed it just as fast. It could be Vlad, Danny supposed. Or someone new.

“Hey, anyone there?” He called out.

“Lovely, you’re awake.” The response came from some corner that was too far away for Danny to see, but their voice dug a pit in Danny’s heart.

“Who are you?” He demanded.

“You should know who I am, Phantom.”

“No, I don’t.” At leat that’s what Danny was trying to tell himself.

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter anyway,” Maddie Fenton said as she stepped into view.

Danny said nothing as he tried to keep his mind from spiraling further into fear.

Maddie continued. “There won’t be much left of you in a bit.”

“No, wait, hey-“

There was a click of some kind of recoding device. “10:59 PM. The Phantom has just woken up. I will begin dissection shortly.”

Danny’s heart beat once, then stopped again. “Hey, first of all, it’s vivisection, because I’m alive.”

“No you’re not. There are no signs of life anywhere on you. Your heart doesn’t beat, your lungs don’t breathe. The only evidence that you’re telling the truth is your brain activity. Other than that, you might as well be a corpse.”

“Yeah, alright.” Danny clenched his fists, then braced himself.

Nothing happened.

Maddie smiled. “Subject has appempted to turn intangible, but couldn’t, due to our patent-pending GhostTrap technology.”

Danny was there when his parents were testing out designs for it. He remembered coming up with a few, himself. He knew that trying to break out of them was pointless. So, he fell back on plan B, although somewhat reluctantly.

Rings of glowing green light formed around Danny as as he slipped out of his ghostly form, the color returning to his skin and hair. “Mom, it’s me. Please, don’t-“

Maddie paused. “It appears that Phantom either has the ability to shapeshift, and is trying to bait me into letting him go, or he has actually been my son the whole time.”

“Yes! Mom, just let me go, it’s me, Danny!”

“Either way, the operation will proceed as planned.”

“What?”

The recorder clicked off. “If you aren’t my son, that changes nothing. If you are, it still changes nothing.” Maddie stepped closer, right next to the table, and looked down at Danny. “If you are, you should know how irresponsible you’ve been. The Phantom has causing chaos all over town for months now, when you knew that the right thing to do was turn yourself in. If you were really Danny, you would’ve made the correct choice and come to us, so we could’ve disposed of you earlier, before you could’ve harmed anyone.” The recorder clicked back on, and Maddie stepped back to the table holding an assortment of surgical equipment. “11:03 PM. Operation begins.”

Danny heard the sound of latex gloves snapping around her wrists, then scraping metal as she picked a scalpel off the tray. She walked back to the table, then positioned it over Danny’s chest, ignoring his shouts of protest.

The blade ripped through Danny’s flesh like it did his mind, screaming at the absence of anesthesia. A few seconds into the cut, Danny flickered back into a ghost, in some effort of defense. His blood flashed into neon green, lighting up the room. Maddie ignored it and carefully cut more and more of his skin away, exposing his abdominal cavity to the open air.

All the while, Danny was screaming at himself. Maybe his mom was right. He had hurt a lot of people as the Phantom. And if he hadn’t messed with the portal, it never would’ve broken, and there wouldn’t have been ghosts coming through. There wouldn’t need to be a Phantom. Heck, they had Valerie now. And those stupid Masters’ Blasters, however reluctantly Danny liked to admit it. Amity Park didn’t need him.

His blood glitched between neon green and scarlet red as it dripped onto the tile below, forming a puddle.

“Operation complete.” The recorder clicked off, and the door to the basement swung shut, leaving Danny in complete darkness, except for the light from his blood.

[isleofdarkness]

Poor Andromeda, I'm glad Ace found her before anyone else could. Could we know more about her and Marionette's history? How did Marionette become one of Maleficent's "experiments"? How did Andi get her colour powers and what are they exactly? Also, do Andi and Rose get along?

(Before I start on the backstory, I need you to remember one thing- Mari is a massive horror nerd and is a natural-born author.)

Oh my gods, this is so long. I spent four hours on this ask. However long you think this answer is below the cut, it's longer. Warning for child abuse, slavery, weaponizing magical children, kidnapping, beating a child half to death in broad daylight while the child's sister watches in horror, irresponsible use of telepathy, Maleficent, gun violence, arrow violence, murder of children, Ace killing people gruesomely with blood (blood as the weapon,) reference sexual assault of a minor, Andi said some messed up things about that to Ace but it isn't bothered because it knows she didn't mean it, swearing, Lovecraftian horror, fake child murder?, suicide attempt, implied and referenced past suicide attempts, unknown character death, and, again, an extremely long post

Andi doesn't know much, and she doesn't know if Mari knows anything more. She remembers tiny flashes from the first few years of her life- some so early it's definitely a red flag that she remembers them (think a few months old)- but most of what she remembers is being trapped in a tiny closet without any light, having lost the instinct to cry because it did nothing. Mari was the one Stromboli took interest in. Some of the most comforting memories she has are Mari's voice speaking to her through the door, a child trying to comfort a baby. Andi doesn't remember most of the words, but she remembers the feeling of calm and safety that would wash over her the second she heard that voice.

Andi was six when Marionette finally broke and stole the key from "Father" (neither of them knew if he was Andi's father, but Marionette knew he was hers and the two could be twins, they look exactly the same.) Something had happened and she wouldn't tell Andi what, but it had clearly terrified her.

The thing Andi remembers most from that night were the abrasions. When Mari slipped and didn't keep her shoulders high to conceal her neck with a hood, there was a thin abrasion going all the way around her neck. When she reached and her sleeves rode up her arm, the same abrasions circled her wrists. Andi asked about them, once, when the two were holed up in a cave Mari had pre-dug under the roots of a tree, and Mari had just whispered her name, Marionette, and said that Andi would understand when she was older.

(She does and gods she very much wishes she didn't.)

Marionette never explained anything to her, just said that Andi couldn't leave the cave because Father was looking for them and the two stood out. Mari could leave, though. Andi thought that was extremely unfair until Marionette demonstrated "the reason we're being chased" to her.

Mari's pure white waves filled with colour from root the end, turning into a pitch black. With a blink, her stark white eyes became the colour of the wet earth around them. Colour filled her white skin, turning it a healthier peach colour, and the scars from the corners of her lips down to her chin vanished.

Marionette was a shapeshifter. That was why they had to leave.

Andi spent years in that cave, only rarely allowed to leave with her eyes hidden behind glasses and her hair covered. Words she had never heard before, "I'm sorry," became commonplace, leaving Marionette's lips every time she left for even a moment. After a while, Andi was content to stay there. As long as she and Marionette were safe and they had each other. Until

"Andi, wake up. We need to go now."

Marionette didn't have her time to grab her belongings, barely gave her time to slip on her shoes and jacket before yanking her out of the cave and dragging her deeper into The Woods at a run.

"Hide. No matter what you hear, don't come out. She only wants me."

Just like that, Andi found herself shoved into another cave, this one stone instead of dirt. Marionette had stopped running, but she was still breathing so fast.

Later, Andi would know she was hyperventilating.

"Where's the other brat?" She'd never heard a voice like that, a woman's voice. Mari's voice was still young and Father's had been deep, booming, and cruel. Thw voice had sounded otherworldly and as dangerous as a rattler, and even the sound of the voice made her understand why Mari was panicking.

"You don't need her. You have me. I'll come quietly so long as you forget about Doll."

Doll. She hadn't heard that name in years. As Marionette had chosen a new name for the streets, Mari, she had given Andromeda a few ideas. The two liked the name Andromeda. She shortened it to Andi to match Mari.

The sense of forboding grew at her old name. Mari wouldn't use that unless something truly horrible was happening.

"My property," the woman growled. "I've not come all this way to retrieve it only to compromise and take only half."

Mari growled, but there was something pained in that growl. A groan she was trying to mask in anger. "Fuck you, Maleficent. Boys?"

Dozens of pairs of feet moved in the foliage.

"Pull out your guns and point them at the wicked heart that no longer deserves to beat." Clicks filled the air, clicks Andi would later recognize as bullets being chambered and safeties turned off. "Fire."

"Fire."

"Fire."

Each time she repeated the word, impossibly loud firecrackers would sound. Andi heard the woman snarling something, but her ears were ringing. The "firecrackers" were that close.

"Foolish thing," the woman snarled as clicks answered Marionette's final command. "Did you really think lead would be enough to end me?"

"Die."

Andi's heart stopped as the woman let out a pained groan that trailed into a laugh. "You can't kill me."

"Simon says forget." Mari's high, wind-chime giggle filled the air. That giggle never meant anything good. "White blood stains the fallen leaves. You've followed me through this forest for hours, to massive hollow carved into the top of one of the towering sequoia trees. You know the one."

An absent hum.

"But Marionette Stromboli is not there, and neither is her sister, Doll. The only clue you can find is white blood, Marionette's or Doll's you can't tell, splattered all over the leaves that rot from last years fall.

"You and your men followed the trail of blood, far too much blood to have been shed without leaving a person a corpse, for what feels like hours more. It's nearly the new morning when you finally see one girl, Marionette, standing at the edge of the ravine."

Andi had never been so terrified in her life, at least she hadn't before Mari's next words seemed to wash over her, soothing her fear and making her feel safe.

"She turns around when you demand it, and the sight of a stark-white heart in her hand is nearly enough to make you wish you'd never followed her. She has no blood, no wounds. There's no doubt the heart in her hand did not come from her own chest.

"You realize that the heart can only come from one of two people with pure white flesh. One is ruled out. The only other is Doll.

"A chilling smile splits her face as she watches you connect the dots. Heart of a photokinetic, she trills, sounding pleased, freshly harvested at time of breaking under the ultimate betrayal as the first white moon of winter rises. And now, as this moon sets,

"Say goodbye to Marionette.

"She hums Pinnochio's horrifying tune as she turns her back to you, the one about being free from oppressive strings. As the first rays of dawn begin to light the sky. You order your men to shoot her dead as a pitch-black seam splits the air in front of her, but it's too late.

"She turns around, grin seeming to stretch inhumanly wide. She blocks your view of whatever she has summoned, but your men see it. Minds snap beyond mending as horror beyond your mortal comprehension fills their pathetic minds. As Marionette cackles, unaffected by the madness that can now never leave your soldiers, tendrils begin to reach through the rift.

"At first you think it's Cthulhu, but, as you watch these tendils slither across the ground and wrap around your stupefied soldier's ankles, you realize that these are not tentacles. In fact, you can't figure out what they are. They're black, smooth, and shiny, appearing to be made of metal but moving as easily as a kraken through the tides.

"Guns turn on you. You barely have time to order your men to drop them before the first volley of shots ring out. But lead works not on a fae. The bullets emptied from the guns serves only to wound you. One by one, your men fall to the floor and breathe no more as the terror in the portal stops their rotten hearts. You know you are as good as dead.

"But Marionette holds up a hand, making the horror pause. Not her, not yer, she purrs. Let her get away with a demonstration of the power of the Library. If you continue your quest to find The Book of Azazoth, if you continue to use the names of our kind in your pathetic attempts to give you a molecule of power, the owners of the names you disrespect will come looking. Consider this a warning.

"With that, she turns to face the tall figure of pure shadow without so much as a flinch. It turns to allow her access and, just before she steps through the rift, she holds her hand out. Doll materializes from the icy air and takes it before the two sisters step through the rift and into the Void.

"Now, you are going to walk home without remembering your journey or the truth of the events that transpired this night. When you lay in your bed, you shall fall into a constant nightmare from which you shall not awaken for a week."

Andi is eight and has no idea what the hell she just heard. When Marionette tells her the coast is clear, her sister sheepishly admits that she'd binge-read some kind of horror series and frequently imagined that exact scenario with Father in place of Maleficent.

As you have probably guess by now, Marionette is also a telepath. She's maybe just a bit above a beginner, but she has an extremely good imagination and a lot of free time.

The first part of the war, the one between Maleficent and Ginny Gothel, breaks out not long after that. When the second part broke out and Maleficent frequented their woods, Marionette used her power to convince the Demon leader to let them join even though she was claiming they were civilian kids. She was at the stage where she could use her power to erase her and her sister from the minds of those who interacted with them. It was kind of driving the Demons insane because they swore they heard someone walk into the caf and they knew they checked but they can't remember if they found someone. It worked for a while, though, until two very major things happened.

One, Maleficent visited the Demons by surprise with a nine-year-old boy in chains. Marionette, while hidden, was in the room and shock and outrage made her control slip ever so slightly. And Maleficent felt the warm tide of telepathic magic swirling through the air that she knew she remembered from somewhere.

Two, the hostage she gave the Demons, as well as several other hostages, vanish into thin air. When Maleficent encounters Jay a month later, she can still feel that silky telepathic magic on him.

Telepathic magic like that night with Marion...

She sat on her throne staring at the wall in silence for several hours when she finally realized what had happened. Obvious in hindsight. She starts searching for Marionette and her sister.

It doesn't take long. Marionette was not being subtle and her magic had an extremely distinct feel. Without guards to fire bullets and break Maleficent's concentration, it's almost comically easy to beat Marionette half to death in the street with her staff.

What she didn't know was that the missing sister had been watching her do that. In fact, Andromeda had been only a few feet away.

The stress of finally seeing Maleficent had cause Andi's magic to manifest hard and really made Marionette and Andromeda wonder who the fuck their mom was, because Andi was photokinetic and neither of them know how she manifested with as much control as she had.

Andi can't shapeshift, but somehow she can change how light reflects off of her to change how she looks. Her hair is stark white, but she can alter the way light reflects off of it so that her hair absorbs all wavelengths except for blood red, turning her hair red. It's the same with her eyes and her skin. With a lot of effort, she can expand this change. Doing it with black is easiest. With black, Andi can create a sphere up to twelve feet in radius that absorbs all wavelengths. She usually doesn't. It's draining. The most she really does with it is turn herself completely black and then manifest an aura of a couple of inches to help her blend into the shadows.

Mari had shoved Andi into the shadows seconds before Maleficent attacked and told her to stay hidden. "Don't come out no matter what you see or hear."

Andi was right there, maybe six feet away, as Maleficent beat her sister hard enough to break bones in the middle of a daytime street and drag her away like Mationette was a bag of trash. She froze, or at least she thinks she did. She doesn't know that Marionette was using her telepathy to force her to stay hidden until she was out of range, meaning Maleficent would be super far away. All Andromeda knows is that she froze and watched her sister get beaten and kidnapped by Maleficent and, instead of helping, she just froze so severely that she was still frozen for ten minutes like a fucking idiot instead of helping the sister who had sacrificed so much for her.

She tried to find Marionette, but she didn't understand as much about the Isle. Marionette had spent her life absorbing knowledge from every mind she came across. Andi couldn't do that. She couldn't find even the tiniest lead to help her save her sister.

When she was twelve, after years of desperate searching that lead her nowhere, Andi accepted that she was going to fail her sister yet again. That she couldn't save the girl who had raised her. She was such a failure. What was the point if she couldn't put in the effort Marionette had put in for her? Marionette could have run when she sensed Maleficent coming. Had she not hidden Andromeda, she would have gotten away. She had sacrificed herself for Andromeda and Andi was repaying her efforts by being useless.

She didn't have any hope left and she really didn't think she deserved to live with how she felt she had failed the only person who had ever been there for her. Her original plan had been to take one of the roses from the bushes of Salazan's Grum and get beheaded, but Ace had been in the garden.

Ace, widely known for being extremely violent and having no problem with murdering people who annoyed it. Much faster than waiting in a cell all night for a beheading. She just had to annoy it.

Andi cut deep, using every horrible rumor spread about it on the Isle and turning everything against it. The words she used, the blame she put on it for its own suffering, were so horrific they made her want to rip her own tongue out, but she didn't stop. She just couldn't stop. She needed it to kill her.

Unfortunately, Ace knew the game she was clearly playing. Knew it- hell, it invented the game. It had done what she was doing with intentions to goad the other person into killing it over a dozen times. It had done this to Mischa Rasputin five times, to the point where Mischa just looked tired whenever it happened. Sure, maybe it should kill her. She was talking shit that would have gotten anyone else put down bloody in two seconds flat. But it didn't kill her. As it watched, letting her scream and insult it to try and involve it in what was clearly a suicide attempt, she reminded it of itself.

She also reminded it of Rose.

Not in what she was saying, obviously, but there was something in her eyes. It reminded Ace of Rose's desperation every time she shrieked the most horrible things at their mother to try and redirect her anger from it to Rose. The way her voice got higher and high and she repeated things, trying to make her words even nastier when she had run out of things to say. There was a curl to her lip as though there was a sour taste on her tongue, a tell Rose had. The way she gestured, trying to make Ace think she was going to hit it when she clearly was very much not going to do that. The horror hidden so deep in her eyes that only the tiniest spark could be seen, a spark Ace had learned was the tip of the iceberg of how much she hated herself for the words coming out of her mouth.

Every tiny habit she had was reminding it of Rose. It also had to admire the balls it took to storm up to it in its own backyard and start victim-blaming it and calling it horrible names when it had a history of not having a problem with torture. She had hit rock bottom so hard she just wanted someone to throw the first blow to put her in the ground.

Unfortunately, Ace wasn't going to do that. If this never worked for Ace, it wasn't letting it work for some random twelve-year-old who had broken into the garden and started screaming at it while it was just trying to eat dinner.

"Okay, okay, I see, thank you for your input. But can you please give me that whole schpiel from the top only not lie directly to my face?

It never claimed to be an emotional support murderer.

She tried, to her credit, but she couldn't force herself to repeat what she had said. She hadn't believed it in the first place and now it had been polite to her on top of everything. In her separation, she lunged at it to try and grab the dagger on its hip.

Ace was faster than her and far more prepared for what she had been obviously telegraphing. It had pushed her back, assuming she knew how to get her footing or at least take a fall easy like Isle kids normally did, but she didn't. She fell hard, smacked her head on one of the broken stone benches, and now it had an even bigger situation.

It went and got Rose.

She got Andi fixed up and used her rarely-seen gift, what she called Grim Psychometry. It's a form of psychometry where she can only access memories though contact with someone's blood, but she got far more from it than someone with regular tactile psychometry. She sat on the bed for a solid four hours and the blood dried to her fingertips. She was actually starting to worry Ace. It had almost broken and decided to get Ginny when she finally snapped out of it.

"We're surprise adopting her. This is our sister now. Go do the thing you did with Queenie and King." The Thing being gaslight its mother into thinking she had more than two children.

Andi was exhausted. She didn't even wake up, just went from unconscious to asleep without waking even a little bit. The room they'd put her in what the servant's quarters attached to Rose's room (one of them needed to be in earshot and she knew what any girl on the Isle would think if they found themselves in an unfamiliar room and someone who looked like a guy came in. She heard Andi start freaking out. There was a thud that sounded like when Ace panicked and kicked itself out of bed while tangled in its blankets, and the sound of trinkets falling to the floor told her than the girl had tried to stop her fall without much success. She could hear the girl panicking (mostly just repeating "Oh shit" again and again) through the wall, so she stepped into the room.

Without thinking much of it, she gave the girl an amused smirk to try and put her at ease and bent down, intending to grab a pewter model of what had probably been a bulldog that had lost its legs at some point, which she was sure was older than her, and the girl freaked out.

Yeah, Andi's first interaction with Rose was falling out of bed, creating a massive mess, making a fool of herself (according to her,) and then she bit Rose when Rose wasn't even reaching to grab her.

"You bit me." Rose looked at her bleeding hand, eyebrows raising. The panicked girl on the floor nodded, clearly not knowing what else to do and in a state of complete shock and panic. Rose fought to keep herself from grinning. "With your mouth."

"How the fuck else am I gonna bite you?" The girl cringed, ready for Rose to get angry that she had bitten her and then not even had the decency to hold her tongue.

To her shock, Rose grinned, shaking her head. "You ballsy little shit. I see why Ace thinks you're cool. Welcome to the family."

They kind of forcibly inducted her into the family, but Ace framed it as an "It's the least you can do for making me miss dinner when I was minding my own business." She stayed because she felt bad for biting Rose and being extremely cruel to Ace when she's only just met it a few seconds before, but the two of them grew on her fast. Ace helped her see that she wasn't horrible for hiding when her sister had told her to hide- it told Rose to run all the time and if she didn't run, it would have felt even worse because now both of them were gonna get it. It told her that Mari was probably relieved Andi had escaped. It was an older sibling, it had a general idea. It would have been sighing in relief with every day that passed without Rose getting caught. It would have prayed she'd stay far away because it wouldn't want her to get hurt. It sure as shit would have never been upset she couldn't rescue it from Maleficent, because that would be a suicide mission and it would never want her to put herself on the line for it. It would die to keep her safe and it would do so with a smile.

And it was willing to bet Marionette felt the same way. Rose confirmed that, based on what she had seen, Marionette was probably praying Andi just stayed far away from this, hoping that Andi was safe and free. She wouldn't want Andi to force herself- no allies, no training- on a suicide mission to try and find someone Maleficent had taken hostage when Maleficent was very interested in said hostage. Andi would die if she was lucky, and Rose knew Marionette wouldn't want that. They would help her try to find her sister, of course, but finding a prisoner she could be keeping anywhere on two separate islands was going to take a while.

And then Marionette found them three hours ago.

Rose, Ace, Andi, King, and Queenie had been sat down for cold raw cabbage in dirty water- sorry, cabbage soup for breakfast- when someone knocked on the door. The Queen ordered Ace to get it, so it went and got the door.

Five arrows to the chest and a kick from someone wearing seven-inch platforms put it on its ass. It barely activated its blood power in time to stop the bleeding, and those two seconds got it four more arrows which laid it out.

Rose, who had heard Ace fall, had come running into the entranceway. She saw Ace on the floor with nine arrows it its chest like some kind of demented hedgehog, a group of people dressed like they're from the Demons, who were wiped out years ago, letting themselves into her house, and she barely manages to twist in time so that an arrow hits her in the side instead of in the kidneys.

Andi heard Rose's shout, "We're under attack! Clear the house!" and she knew what her role was in that. She was supposed to provide a smokescreen. She darts into the entrance hall and gets halfway through throwing up a wall of darkness (which Rose manages to use to cover her escape so she can get help, but the sight of the person leading the charge made her falter.

Scars at the edges of her mouth that went down her jaw. Wavy white hair in two perfect pigtails. Even her eyes, a strange blue-violet instead of the white Andi remembered, were familiar. Andi saw the same shape every time she looked in the mirror. Eyes that seemed to big for her face, people said.

Years hadn't changed either of them enough to change the fact that they could be twins. Even with the bizarre eye colour, Andi couldn't even try to entertain the idea that she was wrong.

A group of Demons were invading her house. Her lost, beloved sister, the one she had been desperately missing for so long, was leading the charge.

There was no recognition in Marionette's eyes, only a sadistic joy at frozen prey. Ace got its bearings as she levelled some kind of crossbow with a package arrow, hooking a leg around hers and twisting it a way that had to be agonizing, bringing her to the floor. Mari adapts fast, faster than Ace can hope to with nine arrows in it, getting on top. She makes a point of using one hand to restrain its wrists, pinning them to the floor over its head. It freezes for half a second, terror taking over despite it knowing that she's just doing this to scare it. It pays for that second of weakness with a long, deep cut across its forehead.

Her original target had been its glowing eyes.

"Andi," it snarls, blood beginning to drip from its wounds as it diverted some power to use magic and push her away. "Get out of here! Now!"

But her job was to help-

And then she saw it.

Ace wasn't the target of this break-in. All eyes were on her. There were just trying to get past Ace to get to who seemed to be their real target. Ace had already seen it. It couldn't fight them off and keep over a dozen people from shooting her with those arrows. It needed her to run.

She tried to throw up another wall of darkness, but Mari forced the arrow in Ace's shoulder deeper. Ace groaned, struggling to keep control as she broke a major vein, and she used that second of weakness to throw something at Andi.

Andi barely has time to recognize a choker, a dark, blue-violet gem on a black velvet ribbon, the same one Mari is wearing, one that matches that strange eye colour- when the gem seems to hone in on her. She tries to protect her throat, but the path of the choker follows her. The ribbon locks around her neck and she can feel fae magick flooding her system through the gem. Agony lances through her throat as the gem seems to nestle against the thin skin. Something starts stabbing her- the gem was trying to make it impossible to remove without killing her.

Ace is just as on top of things. It uses its magic to force the intruders back and reaches out to her as her throat starts to burn. It was like the gem had injected her with acid. She tries to get it off, damn the consequences, but she can't. She can barely even think through mounting panic as Ace forces its powers to do so many different things at once. It's focusing too hard to even think about dodging the arrows someone shoots at it. Its body curls in on itself with impact after impact, arrow after arrow embedding in its chest and stomach. But none of the wounds bleed.

They can only hope King and Queenie can evacuate without them. Andi can barely move and Ace is forcing its power far beyond its safe limits. The two of them weren't forcing the Demons- or Andi's sister- out of the home. They could only buy time and try not to die.

King and Queenie have different plans.

Ace screams for the two twelve-year-olds to go back into the palace the second it registers what they were trying to do, but they were as stubborn as it was. Unfortunately, as they were about to find out, King and Queenie's magic didn't come with a complimentary mental shield like Ace's did. She felt blood rush to her head as it tried to extend the protection to her, but it can't protect the other two. It's pushing its power too dangerously as it is.

But gods, it tried.

The swords the two had in their hands, the swords they were experts in using, did nothing to protect them as Marionette grinned. Andi tried to scream that she was a telepath, but the choker is stopping her.

"Die."

King and Queenie go down before they can register the words. Something in Ace snaps.

It didn't scream like she desperately tried to. All emotion vanished from its face. The weakness she had been seeing, the tension and the trembling from doing far too much as once, vanish just as completely. Ace straightens, letting its hands drop to its sides, and somehow its magic continues to work without it anchoring.

"You come into my house." She doesn't know how it can speak with so many arrows in its lungs, but that confusion is a distance second to the terror the tone of its words invoke. As smooth as silk, as cold as ice. The cockney in its accent vanishes, leaving the same refined English as its mother. That tone of voice only ever meant it was about to go maximum casualties.

Despite everything that's just happened, she begs the gods to spare her sister. She knows that something is wrong, that Marionette can't control herself, and she knows it without a shadow of a doubt.

Because Marionette wasn't singing. She hadn't hummed even one note during the fight.

Marionette's signature in fighting was that she would sing. Over and over, to the point where the silly song was a panic trigger for most of the Isle, she would sing Pinnocchio's "There Are No Strings On Me." but now, she wasn't singing. She wasn't humming. She couldn't, because the song would no longer be true.

The only reason she would stop singing during a fight was if she couldn't control her actions. Marionette was entangled in strings again, and she was trying to let them know.

Did Ace catch that?

"This-" it snarled, ripping the blood out of someone's veins with a flick of its wrist, "Is for blindsiding me during a meal. Where's your fucking decorum?"

Yeah, it was pissed to the point of no return.

"This-" a wave of its hand and someone's head imploded, the veins restricting on the skull like iron cables under Ace's control. "Is for shoving me before I could open the door more than an inch. You were gonna get through the door anyway, at least give me a chance to comprehend stuff before my morning coffee. Rude as fuck.

"This-" she cringed as someone's ribs split open down the center, spreading wide and exposing their inner organs in a wound that would be unfixable in a matter of seconds. "Is for shooting me five times. Again, rude as fuck and I'm keeping these arrows. Mine now.

"This-" it did a more elaborate motion and someone's entire body imploded like the other person's skull. The intruders, all except Mari, were backing away. No sense of self-preservation. Mari would've abandoned the fight the second Ace got angry enough for hysterical strength to apply to its lethal magic. "Is for kicking me literally half a second after I got shot five times. And in seven-inch platforms, too? Compensating for something? I think yes. To be honest, that move had micro dick energy so severe they need something smaller than nanometers.

"This-" it sent two people flying into the stone ceiling with crunches that could have only been lethal, "Is for shooting my sister. I'll add this-" a hard pushing motion and two people went flying into the moat, "For shooting my other sister. It's not enough to turn me into a pin cushion, you have to shoot my sister and my other sister too? What is wrong with you?

"This-" it moved both hands in a swirling motion and someone's body contorted with a sickening, full-body shatter, "Is for having the utter motherfucking audacity to use psychological torture on a fourteen-year-old girl by putting her brainwashed beloved older sister in charge of the squad sent to either enslave or murder her ass before she's even out of her pyjamas.

"This-" it didn't kill anyone, just used its power to force those few who were still alive closer to the doorway as it advanced, "Is for that shit I know was your idea, Maleficent. What is it with you and using past rape against someone to get what you want? I cannot believe my standards for how I fight, disable, torture, and murder people are higher than yours. Show some goddamn class. Honestly, the move is getting old. And that-" another push. They were nearly out onto the drawbridge- the drawbridge over the moat filled with hundreds of gallons of blood. "Is for trying to fucking blind me. Please don't tell me you did that because you think it would get rid of my powers. It wouldn't, and I would just be even angrier and I'd take the chance to learn using my powers long-distance. I wouldn't even have to be in your palace to brutally maim you using your own blood. Think about that.

"And this-" another shove. It was defnitely trying to get them out to the drawbridge. "Is for shooting me even more. I already look like a backwards porcupine and someone's petty ass just has to shoot me even more. At least aim for my head or something.

"This-" the final push sent the survivors flying and landing hard on the drawbridge. The moat of blood and heads stilled as Ace took control of it, "Is for murdering two twelve-year-olds. Again, what the fuck is wrong with you?! I would've made them go back inside. It would've been easy- like how easily I just got you guys outside- if you're given me half a goddamn second to divery more power from... worm drive or whatever the fuck it's called so I could make them not a threat to you while also not letting that collar kill Andi or these arrows kill me. Oh, and speaking of the collar-"

All but one set of eyes widened in terror as the moat rose out of the basin, hundreds of gallons of blood hand heads suspended by a dying and multi-tasking Ace as though it was no big deal. "This-" despite its injuries, it twirled on its heel, raising its arms as though it needed to point out how much blood it was about to clobber them with, "Is for putting a magical shock collar on my sister. This is also for the poison it injected her with, and it's for the grappling hook-type shit piercing her throat to fork out in her windpipe. It's for the fact that she can't talk, she can barely even breathe between her pain and panic, and, again, she. Is. Fourteen. Absolute loser behaviour to attack a scared little girl who is barely a teenager and who was hiding behind me and trying to escape. That's humiliating how low that is. I know, no morals and stuff, but have some goddamn class. Put a collar on me next time," it challenged, grinning with bloodstained teeth. "Significantly more impressive and, while collars in general are loser behaviour, at least it wouldn't be as pathetic. You should be ashamed, and not just for the genuinely horrible stuff. This is the most pathetic wannabe-villain type shit I've ever seen in my seventeen years on the Isle. Make sure you tell Maleficent that."

She couldn't see its face, but she was almost certain it winked. And then the blood turned into a tidal wave.

[irresponsibleshifter]

I might not currently looking like your typical bottom, but I need to own that uncut black monster into my database, so this look should do. This might jeopardize Ale's whole schtick as an exclusive top online, but hey, not like this stud seemed to have any social media so this should be safe and won't damage Ale's whole internet persona

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[solofanatic64]

TMNT 2012 OC TIME

There’s a lot of weird things that happen in the universe of Tmnt. Mutants, aliens, living fragments of space that travel the galaxies at high speeds and have the ability to grant wishes, alternate dimensions, time travel-wait what was that 3rd one? Living space fragments? What?

This is Comet

and she’s a living fragment of space that’s been floating in the earths orbit for over 18 years until she incidentally crash-landed in NYC after being pulled out of orbit. But she doesn’t know that, she woke up in a random alley way with amnesia from the crash, only remembering all of the knowledge she retained when she was in space (because of course she did, of course she doesn’t remember the most important thing about herself, why the hell would she do that).

All she knows is that she can shapeshift, she glows, she knows a whole lot of other stuff, and that 70% of the natural elements can harm/kill her. But she also knew about the invasion going on in NYC and the conflict happening between the Hamato Clan and the Foot Clan. And you would think that, because she knows all of the nitty gritty details behind the conflict, that she would wait for the turtles to return and join their side, right? NOPE! She joins the Foot Clan instead (idk girlie lives for violence and chaos). She doesn’t have much fighting skill besides punching, kicking, stabbing, slicing, and smashing, but she’s got spirit!

Extra stuff:

-that reference of her on the left isn’t a shifted form, it’s a rubber skinsuit of her default form. It’s hard for her to keep a form in place for a long time so she just uses that when she isn’t doing much activity and just lounging

-if you look at her closely, you can see small details such as creases in her rubber skin, stitches for mending tears, and some dark blue surrounding her sclera (it’s unsettling to look at so just don’t)

-she’s kind of dense, anytime a display of her wish powers are incidentally shown to her, she plays it off as some weird coincidence (unless it’s too weird, then she gets suspicious)

-she’s a very emotional person and her mood can change on a whim, she can go from having a good day to feeling the intense need to break something angrily to having a good day again in the span of an hour (ok maybe not on a whim, but you get my point)

-since she doesn’t remember her past, she comes up with theories of her own. Her theories include: runaway Kraang experiment, traveling alien from another planet, strange kind of super mutant, and space princess from another galaxy

-despite being a young adult, she’s reckless and irresponsible most of the time (like a teenager)

-sometimes she’ll just pop out of nowhere when she goes to talk with her coworkers (it’s makes them jump every time and they hate it. Is that gonna stop her? Nope)

-she doesn’t actually need the glasses, she just likes how they look on her

-her playlist consists of Insane Clown Posse, Pierce the Veil, Utsu-P, Mitski, Slipknot, Rammstein, Kittie, and various other songs from various other artists

-her favorite fashion aesthetic? All of them

This is all I can manage to post about now without completely info-dumping so I’ll talk more about her if y’all have any questions (I’ll see if I can open my ask box, if not then womp womp)

[ikarosxflight]

𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

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• EYES:   blue (Caribbean blue) | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other

• HAIR:   blond | sandy | brown (chestnut brown) | black | auburn | ginger | grey | white | multi-color | other

• BODY TYPE:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight | small | tall

• SKIN:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other

• GENDER IDENTITY:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels

• SEXUAL ORIENTATION:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels

• ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | other (PalutenaPalutenaPautena) | unsure | doesn’t like labels

• POSITIVE TRAITS:   affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | loyal | intelligent | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | optimistic | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm | responsible | takes the lead

• NEGATIVE TRAITS:   aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | selfish | self-conscious | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

• SPECIES:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | other 

• EDUCATION:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other

• LIVING SITUATION:   lives alone | lives with parent(s) or guardian(s) | lives with significant other | lives with friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other

• PARENTS/GUARDIAN:   mother | father | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other

• SIBLINGS:   sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other

• RELATIONSHIP STATUS:   single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated | verse dependent

• I HAVE A(N):   developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder (functioning Alcoholic) | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability (Tardua Alae) | other (There's something wrong with his souls )

• I’VE BEEN:   in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot (When you're immortal, you go through it all.)

• THINGS I’VE DONE:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital or infirmary | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | attempted to kill someone | had someone try to kill them (When you're immortal, you go through it all.)

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Even though he is Palutena's Captain and a servant to the Gods, Pit has a lot of spice for someone who is supposed to be an errand spirit, especially during his youth. Pit is quite rebellious; just better about it.

Before he was Pit, he was Icarus, who deeply admired his father, Daedalus

It's pretty obvious who he's crushing on rhymes with Athena

Crossed-out items are unknown to Pit, such as once being human, having a father, having multiple souls, and others to which the souls inside him have families, or with Pit personally, he has experienced these things or is capable of love, affection, etc. but buries it all down deep inside.

He does not see the Angels as family, he does not see Palutena as a parental figure, and while Skyworld is his home, he rarely is there due to his missions.

He's lived for a very long time, so don't be surprised if he's done a naughty thing or two.