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[nixie-deangel]

Fave tv show gif tag game

thank you for the tag @redfurrycat 💜💜💜

rules: without naming them, post 10 gifs of your favorite TV shows, then tag people

Tagging (for those who wish to do this): @violetfairydust @dear-massacre @zeawesomebirdie @katyakora @lucide-dreamer-dreams @augustjustice @wernnaa @eevylynn @renmackree @maragny and whoever else wants to do this!

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and enjoyed recently. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

DC

straight on 'til morning by merils

Kon hasn't been a kid in a long time - he's not stuck at sixteen anymore, and he hasn't been for years; he's twenty-three and living his best life. But the past has funny ways of coming back to haunt everyone when they least expect it, and there's no predicting the storm on the horizon for him.

It starts simply, as do most things. Jon turns sixteen.

Jon turns sixteen, and Kon suddenly realizes that if anyone were to treat him the way he was treated at sixteen, he'd tear the world apart.

The revelations, unfortunately, don't stop there.

Clone Wars

A Light in the Dark by glimmerglanger

Sometimes, it seemed Obi-Wan only saw other people across the field of battle.

The only reliable source of contact he had with other living beings - for the past year - had been during a fight. And he had not been able to enjoy such contact, had not been able to sink into the Force and refill his reserves, because all of the men he fought were trying so desperately to kill him and all the people he was trying so hard to protect.

OR, the one where Obi-Wan serves the Republic, Cody serves the Separatists, and they find a way forward anyway.

Star Wars

Sunburst by ShyOwl

When Luke drifted off into the Force after he faced off against Kylo Ren, he thought perhaps, finally, he was done with suffering and loneliness and so much loss. Instead, he wakes up in the body of his eight-year-old self with a haunting whisper vibrating in his memory:

One more chance, little sun, you deserve one more chance.

Shadowhunters

and i will be your shade by beatperfume (+ podfic)

Alec Lightwood grew up in the New York Institute; it's his home. He loves it.

The Institute loves him back.

The Difference In A Kiss by sobsicles

"You all have to kiss me.”

Simon looks a little terrified when he announces this to the group, his hands fluttering around as he shifts in place. Everyone is gathered on Magnus’ large leather couch, squished together while Simon stands on the other side of the small coffee table, like he's scared one of them is going to launch across and attack him.

Or: When Simon gets put under a spell that will kill him if he doesn't kiss everyone he loves, Alec has no idea why he's even involved, or what he's done to the universe that lands him in this situation. He is not amused.

But he ends up a little surprised by what unfolds when magic forces everyone's hand.

Stranger Things

Why The Hell Not? by Katyakora (+ podfic)

"Did I really just witness the Hair himself flirting? With you? Right in front of my register?!" Jeff's voice rose by an octave with each question. Eddie would be impressed by his range if he wasn't freaking the fuck out.

Or: How to get your dumbass best friend a boyfriend, a guide by Robin and Jeff

The Nightly Stroll by RurouniHime (+ podfic)

It takes him a second, and then he snaps his fingers. Steve’s car. Steve Harrington is parked out here in the dark by the railroad tracks for some—

“Ah,” Jim breathes out as he takes in the fogged windows. All three of the ones he can see, and he’s willing to bet the other three are as well. The backseat passenger side is so far gone that rivulets have begun to slip down, carving darkness through misty gray. Considering the volume the music has to be at to be heard through the rolled-up windows, it’s a wonder the car isn’t vibrating all on its own.

Except, the taillights aren’t just reflecting, they’re glinting, like eyes winking. The car is rocking just a smidge, little jumps and squeaks on its suspension. Jim would have to have been a much more well-behaved kid than he had been not to recognize that particular cadence. “Shit, Harrington."

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

What The Hell Was That?

by Katyakora

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Season/Series 03, Coming Out, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Background Steddie, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship Words: 3,170 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Eddie walked out with a slurp of his milkshake and a swish of his hair. Steve watched him go before he slumped dramatically against the counter and sighed. Not just any sigh. That was Steve's 'I-just-bombed-and-I-know-it' sigh. Robin had heard it countless times, and usually gleefully answered with her own derision. But not this time. She couldn't this time, not when she just saw Steve stutter and sigh over a boy. Robin had given up hope she'd meet someone like her in Hawkins. She definitely didn't think she'd find them working her crappy summer job with Steve Harrington.

[yanpolosik]

For history: «Take my hand»

author Katyakora

To the fans of Caitlin Snow and Mick Rory! ❄️🔥❤️

[ao3feed-steve-eddie]

by Teyh

Eddie walked out with a slurp of his milkshake and a swish of his hair. Steve watched him go before he slumped dramatically against the counter and sighed. Not just any sigh. That was Steve's 'I-just-bombed-and-I-know-it' sigh. Robin had heard it countless times, and usually gleefully answered with her own derision. But not this time. She couldn't this time, not when she just saw Steve stutter and sigh over a boy.

Robin had given up hope she'd meet someone like her in Hawkins. She definitely didn't think she'd find them working her crappy summer job with Steve Harrington.

Words: 14, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of What The Hell

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

Relationships: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 20-30 Minutes, Season/Series 03, Coming Out, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Background Steddie, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship

[venadontleave]

Fics I read and cherish

One Piece [Zosan]:

Spit It Out [multiwork by HelAuditore]

Deep [multiwork by CharlieNozaki]

Bit by Bit [one-shot by sabershadowkat]

Things Unsaid [one-shot by sabershadowkat]

Fuck, Marry, Kill (or, how Usopp becomes the best matchmaker of the sea without really trying) [one-shot by adietxt]

Double Play [one-shot by auspizien]

Advanced Techniques in Ice Breaking [one-shot by greenyogurtelephant]

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Tokyo Revengers [BajiFuyu]:

Congratulations! You’re our 1000th visitor, please collect your kiss… [one-shot by matcha_meow and panravenc]

A Letter of Recommendation from Baji Keisuke [series by matcha_meow]

everything, everything [series by panravenc]

pretty baby, now that i've found you, stay [series by panravenc]

all along there was some invisible string tying you to me [series by manjjrou]

you're my best friend for the rest of my life (and beyond) [series by manjjrou]

Baby You're a Home Run [series by jungkookery]

Double Play [series by jungkookery]

Hentai Boobies (That Excites Me) [one-shot by jungkookery]

Patience is a Virtue [one-shot by TheBadIdeaBears]

Busted Lip [series by catb0t]

for you, I can admit im just too soft for all of this [one-shot by todorokillua]

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Link Click:

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Kaijuu no.8:

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Mob Phycho 100:

screwball [series by toyotas]

A Tale Of Things Lost [multiwork by dartlekey]

Reigen Babysits A Bunch Of Psychics (Plus Tome) [multiwork by Philiah]

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BNHA/MHA:

Electric Fool [multiwork by Drowninginworkbutstill]

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SnK/AoT:

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Voltron [Klance]:

Dirty Laundry []

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Arcane [JayVik]:

Every Second, Every Day [one-shot by hxllowsandhorcruxes]

Grey Dawn [one-shot by TheTrickyOwl]

Collaberation of Loners [series by EndlessRose]

An Undoing [series by EndlessRose]

Most Important Meal [one-shot by shojo_goddess]

Another Bite for Our Hextech Dream [one-shot by virtualbugs]

Freezing [one-shot by virtualbugs]

Let's meet in the middle [one-shot by plumy]

They'd Even Steal the Stars From Us [multiwork by mylevelance]

Forgiver's Fallacy [multiwork by BlossomBlue]

your entire body, exhaling [one-shot by Midna_Ronoa]

a million little reasons [series by ameizing_me3]

Partners [series by wxntr]

A Journal [series by wxntr]

The Infamous Couch [multiwork by AbsoluteCreed]

Stunted Roots [multiwork by 5543062]

Dusk Petrichor [one-shot by 5543062]

the touching art of communication [one-shot by LorenIndra]

Once You Get a Touch, You Won't Ever Get Enough [series by lemonmangosorbet]

Your Hands on My Body [multiwork by UndercityViktor]

Straight from a [Student's] Mouth [mutliwork by engagemythrusters]

A Study in Metallics [one-shot by Katyakora]

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Don't Starve:

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Helluva Boss:

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Hazbin Hotel:

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Ducktales:

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The Owl House:

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Encanto:

Straws on the Donkey's Back [multiwork by RiaTheDreamer]

Magical Mirrors [multiwork by RiaTheDreamer]

When the Cat's Away [multiwork by cheetour]

Searching for somewhere to belong [multiwork by Aquawolf238]

To each their own poison [multiwork by Aquawolf238]

Duerme bien [one-shot by WaitingOnAVision]

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[asexual-fandom-queen]

For the fanfic trope mash-up: leverage OT3 and 57+69+70?

57. Forgotten First Meeting 69. Flirting Under Fire 70. Locked in a Room

An eclectic blend of prompts for sure, though I am loving the ship choice. 

Okay, so, I feel like, to do a forgotten first meeting fic is tricky, because we already have such a good forgotten first meeting episode in canon (at least I think The Rashomon Job was a forgotten first meeting, correct me if I’m wrong)

So… I present to you an Amnesia AU! Where Parker, Hardison, and Eliot pre-story have set out to take down this billionaire’s chemical lab that’s like, developing some kind of gaseous neural agent that wipes people’s memories so they can get away with a bunch of shady shit and not have people come after them (pick the shady shit of your choice) 

The fic starts with all three waking up locked in what appears to be an airtight room together with no recollection of who they are, let alone who each other is, or that they’re frickn’ married (they don’t wear wedding bands on jobs which, honestly, smart) So their first big test is to put their skills together to escape the room, then beat their way out past a room full of guards, then eventually go into hiding from until they can figure out what the fuck is going on. They all somehow, through amnesia magic, remember their specific skills, and they definitely still have their electric chemistry. 

Maybe at some point they piece together that two of them are married. Like, maybe it’s been some years since the end of the show and Parker has like a C-section scar, or Hardison is too much of a sap and kept his wedding ring in his pocket even when he really shouldn’t have – they agreed it was safer! Cue the metric fuckton of angst that is the “odd one out” pining and thinking they don’t have a shot. It might be cool to see Hardison think he’s the odd one out, as a change up from how Eliot was the one less explicitly in the relationship (but I mean still pretty explicitly come on) during the show’s run. 

Anyway, they eventually get their memories back and take down the bad guy, with lots of flirting and bantering and generally being hella into each other while kicking ass and taking names. But not before they all three find their way back to each other anyway…

(then, in the epilogue, Parker and Eliot make it up to Hardison for ever feeling left out without their memories *wink wink nudge nudge*)

[steddieficfind]

missmagillicuddy asked:

1112 is So Whats It Gonna Be. Eddie by katyakora. It's actually the 3rd in a series.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43171905

Send us an ask if this doesn't sound right & Remember to comment, bookmark, and leave kudos!

Hi, I'm looking for a fic that I think was the first in a series. (Early S4) Eddie and Steve are secretly dating but Robin knows. When Eddie starts to rant in the cafeteria about how he won't move the D&D session. Robin reminds him that he was supposed to be going to the basketball game with Steve and sort of threatens him? Saying that Steve is always doing stuff Eddie likes and Eddie should be doing more stuff Steve likes.

Thanks!

Request 1112! Send us an ask if you recognize this fic!

[nixie-deangel]

tagged by @hawkstincan <3

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence (unless you’re like me and write enough run on sentences to where you can’t possibly tag that many people for words).

Bradley feels his world spin uncontrollably before suddenly he finds himself pressed up against a damp wall, blinking rapidly, he tilts his head up and feels himself suck in a quick gasp as he takes in the man before him.

Also, definitely not tagging as many people as the sentence is long lol but am tagging (for those who wish to do this): @asexual-fandom-queen, @bluewonderer, @crownofstardustandbone, @dear-massacre, @katyakora, @augustjustice, @iam93percentstardust, @wernnaa, @renmackree, @dreaminghour, @hedwig221b, @sophiainspace, @impalachick, @tomicaleto, @maragny and whoever else would like to do this!

(also sorry if I tagged you and you aren't a writer!)

[atomwaveheadcanons]

tkdgirl2012 replied to your photoset “What if the monster you’re hunting…                                   ...”

Is this an actual fic? If so what site?

It will be an actual fic! It’s in the process of making and I made that because I was thinking too much about where to go on the plot crossroads. But several people mentioned to me that Brandon was in the Dylan Dog so I just... you know it needed to happen :D 

@katyakora

Makes two of us :D But I’m glad there are more people excited about this than just me :D 

 @agentmarymargaretskitz replied to your photoset

“What if the monster you’re hunting…                                   ...”

I love this so much

Awww I’m really glad :D 

[agentmarymargaretskitz]

Bit of a random ask, but I'm stuck so I thought I'd ask the most seasoned Vixenwave shipper I know of: How do you think Amaya would react to finding out that Mick is her soulmate mid-season 2?

I’m the most seasoned Vixenwave shipper you know? Cool.

Also I wasn’t following you before and I’m not sure why because your stories are quality fanfic, but that’s now been rectified.

But to your question- I would say that Amaya is definitely surprised because she’s kinda into Nate around then (save for the glorious-in-my-opinion 2x08). She probably might try to defy destiny a little because that’s what happens when you find out a bomb like that and you live on a Timeship. And if you stretch it out, she might even try to not let it happen more after she finds out what happens to your village.

I hope this helps enough and it wasn’t pure babble. If you need more specifics, I’m happy to help.

[lesbiandanieljacobi]

katyakora replied to your post “katyakora replied to your post: every so often...”

True, scumbags aren't worth giving up precious cosiness. Maybe if you ask the sun nicely they will let you ascend into a glorious sun goddess and you can beam concentrated death directly into your enemies

@katyakora THIS IS MY JAM I AM NOW A GLORIOUS LUMINOUS GAY AS FUCK SUN GODDESS FLEE FROM MY BLANKET-NEST-AND-LESBIAN-STARBUCKS-COFFEE WRATH, HOMOPHOBES

[lilithlimit0]

I've been looking for this!!

“Make-A-Wish. Can I help you?”

I want to thank all the wonderful Tumblr-folk I tagged in this for contributing to one of the best reads I’ve had in a while. I would also like to apologize to those whose contributions I might have missed.

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I wonder if, in superhero universes, the villains ever get contacted by those “Make a Wish Foundation” and similar people.

I mean, the heroes do. Of course they do. Kids who want to meet Spiderman or Superman or get to be carried by the Flash as he runs through Central City for just thirty seconds.

But surely there are also the kids, who - because they are kids and sometimes kids are just weird - decide that what they really, really want is to meet a supervillain. Because he’s scary or she’s awesome or that freeze ray is just really, really cool, you know?

The heroes would be so weirded out by it. The villains with codes of ethics would totally band together to force the villains without one (should they be the one requested) to do their part for the cause.

But imagine the person who has to track down the villains and organize everything?

Like, the first time it happens, no one actually thinks it’s possible, but one of the newbies volunteers to at least try. They get lucky, the kid wants to meet one of the villains who is well known to have a personal code of ethics (eg one of the rogues), and it takes them weeks to track the villain down to this one bar they’ve been seen at a few times, plus a week of staking out said bar, but they finally find them.

So they approach the villain, very politely introduce themselves and explain the situation, finishing with an assurance that, should the villain agree, no law enforcement or heroes will be informed of the meeting.

The villain, assuming it’s a joke, laughs in their face.

At this point, the poor volunteer, who has giving up weeks of their time and no small amount of effort to track down this villain, all so a sweet little girl can meet the person who somehow inspired them, well, at this point the employee sees red.

They explode, yelling at this villain about the little girl who, for some unknown reason, absolutely loved them, had a hand-made stuffed toy of them and was inspired by their struggle to keeping fighting her own and wasn’t the villain supposed to have ethics? The entire bar is witness to this big bad villain getting scolded by some bookish nobody a foot shorter than them.

When the volunteer is done, the villain calmly knocks back their drink, grips the volunteers shoulder and drags them outside. The bar’s patrons assume that person will never be seen again, the volunteer included. But once they’re outside, the villain apologizes for their assumption, asks for the kid’s details so they can drop by in the near future, not saying when for obvious reasons. They also give the very relieved volunteer a phone number to call if someone asks for them again.

A week later, the little girl’s room is covered in villain merchandise, several expensive and clearly stolen gifts and she is happily clutching a stack of signed Polaroids of her and the villain.

The next time a kid asks to meet a villain, guess who gets that assignment?

Turns out, the first villain was quite touched by the experience of meeting their little fan, and word has gotten around. The second villain happily agrees when they realize it’s the same volunteer who asked the other guy. Unfortunately, one of the heroes sees the villain entering the kid’s hospital and obviously assumes the worst. They rush in, ready to drag the villain out, but the volunteer stands in their way. The hero spends five minutes getting scolded for trying to stop the villain from actually doing a good thing and almost ruining the kid’s wish. The volunteer gets a reputation among villains as someone who can not only be trusted with personal contact numbers but who will do everything they can to keep law enforcement away during their visits.

The volunteer has a phonebook written in cypher of all the villain’s phone numbers, with asterixes next to the ones to call if any other villains give them trouble.

Around the office, they gain the unofficial job title of The Villain Wrangler.

The heroes are genuinely flabbergasted by The Villain Wrangler. At first, some of the heroes try to reason with them.

Heroes: “Can’t you, just, give us their contact details? They’ll never even have to know it was you.”

The Villain Wrangler: “Yeah sure, <rollseyes> because all these evil geniuses could never possibly figure out that it’s me who happens to be the common thread in the sudden mass arrests. Look man, even if it wouldn’t get me killed, it would disappoint the kids. You wouldn’t want to disappoint the kids would you?”

Heroes: “… no~ but…”

The Villain Wrangler: “Exactly.”

Eventually, one of the anti-hero types gets frustrated, and decides to take a stand. They kidnap the Villain Wrangler and demand that they give up the contents of the little black book of Villains, or suffer the consequences. It’s For the Greater Good, the anti-hero insists as they tie the Villain Wrangler to a pillar.

The Villain Wrangler: “You complete idiot, put me back before someone figures out that I’m missing.”

Anti-hero: “…excuse me?”

The Villain Wrangler: “Ugh, do I have to spell this out for you? Do you actually want your secret base to be wiped off the map? With us in it? Sugarsticks, how long has it been? If they get suspicious, they check in, and then if I miss a check-in, they tend to come barging into wherever I am just to prove that they can, even if they figure out that they’re not being threatened by proxy. Suffice to say, Auntie Muriel really regretted throwing my phone into the pool when she strenuously objected to me answering it during family time. If they think for even one moment that I’ve given them up, they won’t hesitate to obliterate both of us from their potential misery. You do know some of the people in my book have like missiles and djinni and elemental forces at their disposal, right?”

Anti-hero: “Wait, what? I thought they trusted you?!”

The Villain Wrangler: “Trust is such a strong word!”

Villain: “Indeed.”

Anti-hero: “Wait, wha-” <slumps over, dart sticking out of neck>

The Villain Wrangler: “Thanks. I thought they were going to hurt me.”

Villain: “You did well. You kept them distracted, and gave us time to follow your signal.” <cuts Villain Wrangler free>

The Villain Wrangler: <rubbing circulation back into limbs> “Yeah well, you know me; I do whatever I have to. So I’ll see you Wednesday at four at St Martha’s? I’ve got an 8yo burns unit patient recovering from her latest batch of skin grafts who could really use a pep talk.”

Villain: “… of course. Yes… I… yes.”

The Villain Wrangler: “I just think you could really reach her, you know?”

Villain: <unconsciously runs fingers over mask> “I… yes, but, what should I say?”

The Villain Wrangler: “Whatever advice you think you could have used the most just after.”

Villain: <hoists Anti-hero over shoulder almost absently> “….yes.”

The Villain Wrangler wasn’t lying to the Anti-hero. They know that the more ruthless villains would not hesitate if they thought for one second that the Anti-hero would betray them.

But this is not the first time the Villain Wrangler has gone to extreme lengths to protect their identities.

Trust is a strong word. The Villain Wrangler earned it, and is terrified by what it could mean.

My first official Deadpool headcanon is this. This this this.

Okay but this whole concept actually makes a lot of sense, because villains are a lot more likely to be disfigured/disabled/use adaptive devices (bc ableist tropes), so of course, say, a child amputee is going to be more interested in the villain with a robot arm who almost destroyed New York than the heroes that took him down.

Also, imagine one of the kids gets better, and a few years down the line becomes a villain themselves, except their crimes are things like smuggling chemo drugs across the border for families that can’t afford treatment, or stealing from corrupt businessmen to make donations to underfunded hospitals (idk this turned into a Leverage AU or something) and every time the heroes encounter her, they’re like “oh no. she’s getting away. Curses. Welp, nothing we can do.” Though it isn’t that she can’t take them on; bc of course once the villain from way back when found out what she was up to, he started helping/training her.

“I thought they just hired someone to dress up and pretend to be you,” she says, amazed, when he reveals himself. “I didn’t think they actually got the real you!”

Every year the Villain Wrangler gets a very expensive gift basket from the pair.

And for the kids who don’t get better the villains are there too, they show up to every funeral, they bear too small coffins on their shoulders and the heroes stand aside

They are fierce with grieving families assuring them that their child will not be forgotten, and they don’t balk at negative emotions, they don’t tell people to be strong or “celebrate their child’s life,” because these parents have every right to their grief and anger

And the lost children are never forgotten. Flowers appear on graves during birthdays and anniversaries, heroes find pictures of those kids and they carefully take them down and ensure they’re delivered to the villain’s cell, and a few villains can be seen with friendship bracelets wrapped around their wrists the cops have learned not to try and take them off

They are fierce with grieving families assuring them that their child will not be forgotten, and they don’t balk at negative emotions, they don’t tell people to be strong or “celebrate their child’s life,” because these parents have every right to their grief and anger

And then one day, one of the evil geniuses who happens to specialize in inducing bizarre genetic mutations meets a young fan who was born with a rare genetic disorder that is slowly killing them, and realizes that they can help.

Another, who created their own exosuit, talks to a young fan and suddenly understands how much the technology that they have built for themselves could revolutionize quality of life for people with muscular dystrophy, or paraplegia, or other disorders that confine people to wheelchairs with little mobility.

A third thinks of a way that their nanobots could be used to detect and remove cancer cells when their fan, who had been in remission, writes to say that the doctors have found a new metastasizing tumour.

Then shortly after, an evil genius specializing in cloning is contacted by an old colleague asking if a suitable heart couldn’t be grown for their young fan with a congenital heart condition who needs a donor.

Suddenly, a pattern of villains offering (and marketing) their insights and resources to improve medical science starts to arise. Many who had previously been operating on society’s fringes are shocked to receive public accolades, research grants and job offers from major companies because of their work.

A grassroots movement arises advocating for imprisoned villains with appropriate qualifications and/or experience to have access to resources to conduct research for the public good. The Second Chance Rehabilitation Project launches.

(It is an open secret that only people who have been vetted by the Villain Wrangler are allowed to join, because the Villain Wrangler has by now a meticulously set up method and intelligence network to run background checks and character references through ensure that none of the children wishing to meet their role models get hurt.)

This is all soooo good, but I wonder what effect this has on the villains. Like, can they really wreak indiscriminate havoc when they know the kids that worship them might be in the area? Like, what if they attack a shopping mall and it just so happens that Annie’s mom ran in for a pair of shoes or something? What then?

So what you’re saying is that there is now an organization of henchmen who do round the clock, exhaustive research in order to make sure the villain’s plan isn’t going to ruin the life of some kid. Just imagine some aunt getting a call from an unlisted number.

“I swear I am not a bill collector ma’am. It’s just. Well. Ok and I swear I am not a stalker even if this is actually going to be a very creepy phone call, but you said you were going to the mall at four? Is it possible you could reschedule or postpone that trip for about an hour? That mall is way too close to…well. It just wouldn’t be safe. I could wire you some money, and you could go to the much nicer mall one town over? Would that work for you? No? You are calling the police? Yes. Yes that is the sensible thing to do. Definitely do that. You have a nice day, ma’am. Tell Marcus Doctor Evil says hello and to have a nice day.”

And then the poor minion has to call the villain and explain why robbing X bank isn’t a good idea that day.

“Yes. Hello. Sir? Oh good I caught you before you left the base. Look, Marcus Smithson’s aunt is going to be near the blast radius for that job you have scheduled so-yes. Yes I am aware that rescheduling is going to be a lot of work since most everything is already set up, but….but, sir think about poor Marcus! She’s his favorite aunt, and the woman refused to ‘reorder her life around some crazy mastermind’. ……no…..no, please do not kidnap the aunt, sir. It’s terribly rude. Yes I realize you weren’t going to keep her or doing anything other than drop her off at an alternative location, but, well, citizens frown upon that sort of thing and….yes….Yes, of course. You have a good day, too, sir.”

And they turn to their coworker and are just like “So if I don’t come in to work tomorrow it’s because Doctor Evil threw me in his dungeon and/or sent his hellhounds to maul me. Please remember to send help.

But but but… what happens when one falls through the cracks? When Lord Dominion or whatever does a typical baddie thing but then Penny’s new best friend gets caught up in the damage and Lord D didn’t even KNOW Penny had a new bestie so how was he to know? But now the kid is devastated and it’s all his fault? I mean, how does that even shake out?

Penny SWEARS REVENGE! Lord D is distraught but also somewhat proud. He sends Penny a very sincere apology and also a bunch of tips on how to execute a proper vengeance plot, in case she decides not to accept the apology. He sends henchmen to spy on her, and he keeps the surveillance photos of her sitting in her room, plans and schematics strewn all over her desk. He puts them in his wallet and brags to all his villain friends that one of his kids is taking up scheming, look at her go, she’s already started on pattern analysis of his latest heists. He’s so proud. Later this month he’ll show up on her way home from school so she can have her first Confrontation.

There will inevitably be mistakes and tragedies.

Penny is an intelligent kid. She catches on to the spying henchmen pretty quick and bribes some of them to her side with snacks. That first confrontation does not go like Lord Dominion expected because Penny has minions (minions that are using his OWN WEAPONS against him, even)

Lord Dominion is the proudest villain ever, even if he did almost lose an ear thanks to the impeccable aim of a nine year old with a grudge. He does let the laser blast graze him just so he can have a scar to show people because that girl is a villain after his own heart.

He doesn’t want to ask his villain rivals to help her out because that would imply he doesn’t think she’s capable of eventually growing strong enough to kick his ass. Turns out Penny already thought of that and has mailed letters asking for advice to Lady Sinister, Lord Dominion’s long time, mostly friendly rival. (She mailed a letter to Lord D’s arch nemesis, but man. Heroes are always trying to make you do The Right Thing. Penny doesn’t have time for the high road. Plus, the low road has lasers.)

Lady Sinister thinks Penny is the best thing ever and while she has mostly stopped kicking Lord D’s ass, she still breaks into his hideout to sit in his favorite chair with a glass of wine and brags about her new favorite up and coming villainess. (She doesn’t warn Lord D about the attack rabbits she agreed to train for Penny as a favor, and for obvious reasons, she is going to be a bystander at the next confrontation, filming everything on her phone to post the dark web so all their villain friends can see this)Being able to say that one is involved with the Project begins to look really good in parole hearings. The Villains involved perform their own quality checks on one another, because if one of their kids got hurt, then all of their kids could potentially lose out, and the ones that are serious about the Project are not having that. (Also, the ability to collaborate with other geniuses is the most interesting thing to happen to most of them since losing to various heroes, and most consider the intellectual stimulation to be worth putting up with the ridiculous egos and inevitable personality clashes that arise.)

Reformed Villains come out of the woodwork to advocate about better mental healthcare, and support systems. Savvy universities and private labs quietly take their advice, setting up better mental health supports and laboratory safety standards to prevent the Brain Drain caused by losing their less stable scientists to the Costumes.

The Villain Wrangler watches all of this develop with a smile.

Their plan succeeded beyond their wildest dreams.

I’m so down for these posts that assume the best of people instead of the worst

Okay, this part caught my attention: “…the Villain Wrangler has by now a meticulously set up method and intelligence network…to ensure that none of the children…gets hurt.” Which led me to the heartbreaking realization that one DID. Get hurt, that is, by the villain they idolized.

And all I can think is that the Villain Wrangler didn’t call in the heroes. They didn’t call in another heart-of-gold villain. No. The VW rolled up their sleeves and went after this person themselves. This project is their baby, after all. If they get the accolades for the successes, they must also shoulder the burden of the failures.

The VW hunts down the villain that crossed the line. Their punishment is swift and horrifying; no hero would have the stomach to mete out justice in such a way, and no villain would have the desire to get quite that much blood on their own hands.

There’s. So. Much. Blood.

The Villain Wrangler never forgets. They increase security, increase the hours and background checks, they increase the graveside visits to the child they failed.

Just the one. But one is one too many.

The Villain Wrangler is no kid. She doesn’t find these people by chance. She doesn’t know how to put the fear of god into supervillains with a few sharp words out of chance.

The Villain Wrangler is in her 40s, and she’s an experienced nurse.  She works at the biggest Level 1 trauma center in (NYC/Chicago/Metropolis/Gotham) and she gets her first few villains because she’d met them at the hospital during their origin story. She treated some of them when they came in with their disfigurement. She sat with the genius while his wife died of her illness and they were powerless to save her. She kept in touch with them on Tumblr and Facebook and Twitter and recognized their personal touches when a new supervillain emerged.

And she didn’t say anything because nobody would believe her, because she’d be just another crackpot conspiracy theorist, and because it would break her oath, it would break doctor-patient confidentiality.

But when she decided to start volunteering at the attached children’s hospital’s Make-a-Wish program, she recognized who that child wanted to see.  She knew how to reach him.  She PM’d him to arrange a meeting and reveal that she knew who his other identity was. And for all his bluster, he knew that he owed her this.

And some other supervillains were brought in the same way.  The nurses knew who’d gone through trauma, they recognized their patients and their patents’ loved ones and when a child called out for one of them, they’d find that supervillain.

The nurses are the lynchpin.

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Siren’s Song

Inspired by @katyakora “A Question of Instincts” - Team Legends needs help with an anachronism. Ray knows Mick is…acquaintances with a gal who can help. Too bad they wanna rip each other’s throats out.

“You know we don’t have to do this?” Mick paused in his pacing and looked up at his mate.

“What d’ya mean?” Ray rolled his eyes; sometimes Mick’s lizard brain affected him more than he realized.

“Babe, we haven’t even tried to contact your fri…I mean acquaintance.” he corrected at the growl. “And you’re already tense and pacing.”

Mick wasn’t a huge fan of other creatures; especially ones he referred to as “riddle speaking, brain melting fuckers”. Unfortunately, that was exactly what they need to fix their latest anachronism. The man had amassed quite the following, most of whom where trained fighters. With such massive numbers, they needed an advantage. Hence the suggestion of contacting the creature who could do what they needed and wasn’t a dire enemy.

Mick sighed and ran a hand over his face.

“Just don’t like the idea of her around my hoard.” Ray made a face; his lover had already stated that several times. Going over to Mick, he snuggled into him, hoping the affection would help him open up.

“You’ve said that before. What exactly do you mean by that?” Mick sighed again, wrapping his arms around the smaller man.

“Not exactly sure what’s she’s gonna ask in return. Could be lots of things; things that might be weird.”

Ray couldn’t help but laugh.

“Weirder than anything we’ve dealt with before? Or do you just not want her near me?” Mick only grunted, which Ray took as a 50/50 answer.

“Look, if it’s really bothering you out that much, we can find another way. May take a little more time, but we could do it.” Rumbling, Mick nuzzled into the smaller mans neck.

“You know we ain’t got that much time as it is.” Blowing out a breath, Mick made his decision. “Gideon, find us some place to land, by saltwater.”

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“Well, well, well! Mikaere Rory, as I live and breathe. Look who decided to come out of their cave! And you brought friends!”

Whatever the team had been expecting when the term “siren” was mentioned, it wasn’t anything like the woman standing before them.  She looked…. well absolutely normal. A little colorful and eccentric, but nothing that screamed “I’m a mythical creature!” Then again, Mick didn’t look any different unless he was shifted.

Sitting on a rock, she looked like your typical college student. Short, barely 5 foot tall. Soft and curvy, she was wearing a long black shirt, ripped jeans, and combat boots, with a backpack slung over her back.  Bright blue-green hair, short and curly. Cat eyed sunglasses obscured her eyes. Though now, as they got a closer look at her, she seemed to shimmer all over, like she had been dusted in glitter. Her face was twisted in a sarcastic grin as she lazily lounged on the rock; she was obviously enjoying this.

“Drusilla. Thanks for meetin’ us.”

Mick was tense from head to foot; even with the team in his sights and Ray right next to him, he couldn’t help his lizard brain. He fucking loathed siren’s, but she was the only one he knew who was willing to play nice with fire creatures.

“Now who do we have here?” Hoping off the rock, she made her way towards the group. Her voice was rich and melodic, with a vague hint of an accent.

Coming face to face with the siren, Ray looked her up and down. Now that the siren was closer, he could tell several insignificant things that, if one didn’t know better, screamed at her non-human status. Drusilla’s skin had a vague greyish-green tint, if the light hit it just right. The tops of her ears came to a slight point. The shimmer could be dismissed as glitter, but it was obviously a physical sign of magic.  Reaching out a hand, she took a deep breath.

Mick let out deep rumble that froze everyone but Drusilla; clearly a warning growl, but the siren just looked even more amused, pushing her sunglasses up on her head. Her eyes shone an unnatural slivery green.

“Relax your lizard brain, Mickey. You know I mean no disrespect.”

Not sure what was happening, everyone stayed still as siren and dragon stared one another down.

“Right…. forgot you water banshees live by smell.” Mick grit out.  Drusilla laughed; a wave of calm swept over the group. Drusilla held out her hand again.  

“As your lovely dragon has probably told you, I’m Lady Drusilla, of House Thunderclaw, but you can just call me Dru.” Shaking Ray’s hand, she let out another laugh. “Ah, I see you found your mate. What a handsome specimen!” She threw a wink at Ray, ignoring the rumble Mick let out. This siren was either very brave or very crazy; but, being someone Mick could “tolerate”? More than likely both.

After shaking hand with the rest of the team, she stood back, head titled. “And…” she took another deep breath. “Are they….no! They’re your hoard?!” The woman let out an amused snort. “Oh, only you Mikaere.”

“Wait, you can tell that sort of thing?” Sara wasn’t exactly surprised though; there was a lot they still didn’t know about the whole creature thing.

Drusilla nodded. “It’s only obvious to another creature. Whatever we consider “ours” becomes marked with our scents. Keeps squabbling to a minimum.” She gestured to the picnic tables.

“Now that introductions are out of the way, let’s have a seat and discuss why I was sent such an urgent message.”

Pushing two tables together, they all sat down, Mick and Sara right across from Drusilla with the rest of the Legends where Mick could see them. Sara gave the abridged version of how they had come together and what their current objective was. During the entire thing, Dru sat with an interested, but mostly neutral expression.

“So, I will take a wild shot and say you have come up against another odd occurrence. And to deal with this, you need me?”

“What exactly can you do?” Nate, bless his soul, couldn’t keep his mouth shut any longer. Mick did feel a twinge of sympathy; he was obviously being affected by her Call, if his red face and tense body was anything to go by. Dru gave him wicked smile and Mick could tell he was physically trying to will away what he was feeling.

“Firstly, no one legend or tale gets in completely correct. We sirens do live in the water, with our merpeople cousins. Most of us in saltwater, though some of us are freshwater or can live in either. Our abilities come two-fold; we feed off of any strong emotion, not just sexual. The best is sexual desire, however. To bring those emotions out, we have a special Call that makes beings believe what they desire most is really happening.  Drowning or injury usually doesn’t happen; at least with older, more mature sirens.”

“Thank fuck you’re mature.” Mick bit out, still tense. He had worked with Dru before and wanted to growl at her definitions of “often” and “mature”. The siren just rolled her eyes; they’d obviously had this discussion before.

“I’m nearly 700 years old, Rory. I think that more than makes me mature.” She grinned, showing a hint of sharp teeth.

Even Sara looked suprised at that; the team knew that she was using a glamour to hide her real appearance, but nearly 700?

“Good magic.” She shrugged. “And siren’s age very, very slowly. A snail’s pace, I think is how you would put it.”

“What do you actually look like then?” Christ, Mick was really regretting not duct taping Pretty’s mouth shut before they came. The man was gonna get himself devoured before the end of this…and probably not in a completely sexual way either.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, wagging a slim finger near Nate’s face,barely grazing his cheek. The slight brush made him whimper. Mick let out another warning growl; Ray’s death grip on his arm was the only thing keeping him in his seat. Fucking touchy, cocky water bitch. “I’d give your pretty little brain nightmares if I showed you my true form. Don’t need all that knowledge going to waste.” Removing her hand, she turned back and gave Mick a hard look.

“So, let’s talk terms before Mikaere here tries to turn me to ash. I’ll keep it short and sweet. In the spirit of knowing how much pride Rory had to squash down to call me and the fact that there will be an ample feeding source, all I require in exchange for my services is that Mickey here admits that we’re friends and that he doesn’t hate me as much as he pretends to.”

(Tune in next time to see if Mick can swallow his pride and admit his friendship to Dru so they can complete the mission or will this be too much for Mr.Stubborn)

[asexual-fandom-queen]

For the ship + word headcanon: Lisa/Cisco/Cynthia + dancing

Cisco’s absolute favourite thing is to be sandwiched between Lisa and Cynthia when they’re dancing. There’s something he finds so comforting (and highkey erotic thank you very much) about having each woman a warm, solid presence pressed all around him. Plus they smell good and their heartbeats are steady and familiar. 

Cynthia has a thing for watching her partners dance, either together, or on their own (or even seeing Lisa take up another parter, in the right situation.) Cisco is a total dork and it’s so endearing Cynthia’s heart swells watching him headbang and flail. And Lisa is smooth and seductive and oh so tantalizing when she sways her hips and swishes her hair and runs her hands over her body the way she does when the bass is low and heavy. 

Lisa’s preferred night on the dance floor is when she’s pressed with her back against Cynthia’s yielding front, strong arms wrapped loose yet still so possessively around Lisa’s waist as Lisa grinds back, feeling Cynthia’s hot breath against her neck while both women watch Cisco, hair whipping, body rolling, lost in the euphoria of the pulsing beat. 

send me a ship and a word and i’ll give you a headcanon

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@fanfic-yes-please asked:

132 is So What's It Gonna Be, Eddie? by Katyakora, it's part 3 of the series What The Hell.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43171905

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hey! I can’t remember whether I read it on Tumblr or AO3, but Steve and Eddie had been dating for a while, but Eddie didn’t know about any of the upside down stuff. Then the night of hellfire/the basketball game, Steve was excited that Eddie was going to the basketball game with him but Eddie had forgotten and was refusing to postpone hellfire for Lucas. One of the D&D guys goes to Robin at lunch and asks her to talk to Eddie (Robin knows Steve & Eddie are dating, and knows how excited Steve is for the game). Robin gives him a talking to in a vague way because the younger members of the party don’t know about Steve & Eddie. Eddie goes to the basketball game and as a result doesn’t sell drugs to Chrissy. Instead, Chrissy gets Vecna’ed in the woods and Lucas and the basketball team see it happen. Eddie is at Steve’s house when the walkie-talkie goes off with Lucas calling a code red & Steve tries to lie and say that it’s a game they’re playing but Eddie isn’t having it and Steve tells him everything so when the party gets to Steve’s house to debrief Eddies is already there.

Request 132! Send me an ask if you recognize this fic!