#no other tags cause mwahaha

[myalchod]

WIP Wednesday

Share the last line of your WIP, with no context!

As always, going with “the last WIP I worked on” because I am the most distractible of murderbirbs and cannot work on only one thing at once. This one’s definitely getting somewhere, especially for a thing where I literally scrapped the entirety of it and had to recalibrate a few days ago. Longhand for extra fun, since that’s how I’ve been writing at work.

(In the back of her mind, within his prison, Saul stirs.)

Mixing it up a bit in the no-pressure tags: @lottiehenrietta, @septemberrie, @whenshesayshush, @foullightdiplomatcreator-blog, @somenamewithepineapple, and anyone else who wants to do it 😘

[berylcups]

Abbacchio x Reader :drabbles

“Just Friends”

Cw: drinking, dubious consent? (It’s like tipsy consenting but imma tag it as dubious just in case. Drink wisely lovelies 🍷) also this is OOC AF but for it’s myself indulgence lol MINOR DNI

Notes: here’s some drabbles from my storage. Hopefully this will keep y’all full until I got my other work completed. Let’s just say there’s some cuck fuckery going on mwahaha 💜 Beryl

Y/N was the 2nd to last addition to Bucciaratis' team. They were quiet,and reserved. They didn’t like to talk much so it was a breath of fresh air for Abbacchio. The last thing he needed was another talkative brat to annoy him. He did find them to be a little suspicious…of course it turned out they just had social anxiety.

The rowdy boys would scare Y/N back into their shell and they’d stop opening up for a while. Much to bucciaratis dismay he would have to scold the others into behaving properly so Y/N felt comfortable enough to open up and bond with the rest of the team.

What’s a way for Y/N to loosen up? Alcohol of course. Specifically wine. The team was celebrating another win for taking down a rivaling group in their territory. It was past hours at the restaurant so they all drank and ate as much as their hearts desired. Now all that’s left is Abbacchio and Y/N. Y/N is much more relaxed and talkative when they are tipsy. They 're pretty fun to be around!

“Prosecco? Pfft you’re a lightweight and a wine newbie.” Abbacchio teased.

“I only like what tastes sweet. The dry stuff makes my face pucker and upsets my stomach.” Y/N stuck their tongue out.

“Of course it upsets your stomach. You’re drinking it way too fast. You’re supposed to sip it.” He snickered. “ Here, try some of mine with the dark chocolate since you like sweet things so much.” He offered his glass to them and they took a sip and ate a piece of chocolate.

“Hmm…tastes better this time .” Y/N said concentrating on the flavors lingering in their mouth.

“See? I told you it’s better when you drink it slowly. Now you don’t have to rely on those cheap newbie wines anymore.” He said acting smug.

“Yeah but… I still like the sweeter one better .” Y/N teased.

“ You uncultured brat.” He chuckled.

Abbacchio was surprised to find someone that he could genuinely get along with. This was the first time Y/N truly bonded with any of the team. When sober, Y/N was still a little shy and pretty reserved but around Abbacchio they felt completely at ease. They were low key about it but they became close friends.

When Y/Ns CD player stopped working they were pretty frustrated. He offered one of his ear buds to listen to his music. This raised a few eyebrows, abbacchio never shared his music before.

You two had an evening ritual that just seemed to develop on its own where you would be the last ones up at night. You both enjoyed each other’s company and the comforting silence that came with it. Just drinking wine and listening to music. An occasional conversation would eventually pop up whenever he felt the need to say something.

“You should really stop biting your nails Y/N. It’s a bad habit and can cause nail damage.” Abbacchio would gently scold. “ Let me paint your nails. That will help you curb your habit. I think this color would look good on you.” He held your hands and filed your nails to an even length. Feeling how soft and small your hands are compared to his larger ones made him feel some sort of way… he never felt a feeling like this before. Is this what love is? No way, you wouldn’t like someone like him. Better suppress those feelings. He doesn’t realize how his low confidence is blinding what he’s seeing in front of them. He can’t see that you like him just as much but lack the confidence yourself as well.

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When Giorno joined he saw how quickly you went back into your shell again. Great- we made all this progress and this brat waltzes in and fucks everything up. You always clam up around new people and get shaky. He’ll gently place his hand over yours under the privacy of the table to calm you down. He’s gonna put you at ease by doing an old party trick…perfect for tea parties. You completely forgot about your anxiety seeing him put his back to you and hear him pissing into the teapot.

“You gotta be shitting me…” You thought in shock.

“Here… I hope you enjoy it. I made it myself.” He said deadpan to the newbie.

“?!” They clasped a hand over their mouth to keep themselves from bursting out laughing. They could feel the tears beginning to prick their eyes.

Of course your laughter would turn to horror when you see the young blonde down the “special tea” like it was his first drink he’s had in days.

Giorno would be a hindrance to your peace of mind but if it wasn’t for him, Abbacchio wouldn’t feel the desperate need to hold onto you tighter.

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“Eggplant parmigiana again Y/N? You don’t wanna try anything new? Here, try my Pasta alla Genovese. You’ll like it I promise.” He knew you were afraid of trying new things in case you didn’t like it and end up offending someone. He didn’t really understand the fear of offending someone but he knew it was just how your personality is. You were considerate of everyone and he thought that endearing but could also be a hindrance to you.

He pushed his plate closer to you so you could get a forkful, and you hesitantly put it in your mouth. He was right! It was delicious, you kinda regret not getting it.

“Wow you were right. That is good. It’s super meaty.” You said covering your full mouth while talking.

“I’ll give you half of mine if you give me half of yours.” He offered.

“Yessssss” You said excitedly.

“But you can only drink Chianti.” He smirked

“ fine— you wine snob.” You huffed pretending to be annoyed.

“Hey- how about sharing with us huh? Give me half of half your Genovese and you can have half of half of my fagioli!” Narancia complained.

“Shut u-“Abbacchio says before getting cut off by a fuming Fugo.

“Half of half?! Don’t you mean a QUARTER?! Have you LEARNED NOTHING?! you STUPID BASTARDO!.”Fugo blew a gasket and stabbed Narancias with a fork…again.

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You have a habit of falling asleep during long travels and you always somehow end up with your head on Abbacchios shoulder knocked out like a log. The smell of his shampoo and his cologne blend together perfectly and listening to the music he shares just puts you into another world where you forget about being crammed in a van with a bunch of rowdy boys.

“Aww aren’t you sweet letting Y/N sleep on you like that!” Mista teased. “You both look adorable ~”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re gonna wake them up and we’re just friends.” He gave Mista and the rest of the giggling crew the middle finger.

“…just friends…” you repeated in your sleep.

“Suuuuurrrreee buddy.” Mista teased as he gave him the finger guns and a cheesy ass wink.

“Get bent.” Abbacchio proceeded to throw an empty water bottle at him for that.

“…Are we there yet..?” You yawn, squinting your eyes as you adjust to the light.

“Not even close…” he growls. “ just go back to sleep. Y/N.”

Abbacchio gives Mista a scornful look that could kill him.

“H-hey don’t look at me like that! You throwing shit is what woke them up!” Mista said, trying not to fuel Abbacchios anger further.

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It was another night of you two drinking together but you decided to take it up into his bedroom for some privacy since a couple were still up playing video games in the living room. You were admiring the amount of makeup he has.

“You always know how to look so nice. I don’t even know how to put the stuff on other than foundation and mascara.” You sheepishly confessed .

“You have a nice natural look. But if you’d like I can show you how to use some of mine to change it up a bit. I have a few lipstick colors that would look amazing on you” he said getting some makeup off his makeup vanity.

His hand was gentle when he held your face, his ametrine eyes felt like they were staring directly into your soul as he applied the eyeliner on your face. You could feel your face getting red from the intense eye contact, his eyes were so gorgeous. You have never seen a 2 toned eye color before.

“If your eyes are hooded it’s best to go with a thinner line so it doesn’t smudge…” he said, focusing on the other eye now. “You can go thicker if you want but you need to wait a little bit to make sure it dries.”

“Okay…” was all you could mutter out. Him being so close made you get a little shy again like when you first met.

He wanted to keep staring into your pretty eyes, they were hypnotizing up close but he had to break contact to get out the lipstick.

It was your favorite color and it compliments your skin tone well. Looking at your lips as he put it on you was giving him impulsive thoughts. The way he instructed you to pout your lips made you look so kissable. His mind went into autopilot mode, he moved closer to you and you did the same. He kept staring at your perfectly colored lips and gently brushed his lavender ones against yours.

“Shit!” He realized what he did and jumped back and started apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that—I’m kinda drunk so I’m not thinking straight-“

You cut him off by kissing him back.

“?!” If it wasn’t for his full coverage foundation his entire face would be red.

“You’re fine.”you say. “I…uh… kinda always wanted to do that.“ you confessed looking away sheepishly. “I really like you a lot .”

“Oh? And you kept this from me all this time?” He said trying to regain his confidence.

“And you didn’t notice all this time?” You gently teased.

“You brat.” He smirked and roughly pulled you closer to kiss you deeply.

You never did get a good look at how he did with your makeup. Confessing your feelings and making out is much more confidence boosting than a makeover.

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You two decided to be lowkey about your relationship, the last thing you two wanted was to be teased by the others. Also neither of you are a fan of PDA, it just adds unwanted attention and it’s kinda gross having people watch you.

That doesn't mean he doesn’t mean doesn’t make his affection known. Under the privacy of the table he likes to hold your hand. If he’s feeling flirtatious his hand is on your thigh. He'll run his hand up your inner thigh, give a good squeeze and massage it a bit. You have to do everything you can not to blush or just cream yourself.

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At the restaurant he would sneak off with you into the bathroom to have some impromptu alone time. Around you he just gets so needy so easily. He has you against the wall with one of your legs hiked around his hip as he grinds his clothed erection into your crotch. He’s muffling your moans with open mouth kisses and lots of tongue. He always tastes like his favorite wine and with how good he makes you feel it’s like you could get drunk off of his kisses.

He always has to have a handkerchief and an extra tube of lipstick on him to keep both of your little secrets a secret. He’s definitely looking for a transfer proof brand of lipstick for both of you to wear so you don't have to worry about all the smudging. But… seeing his lip prints all over you gets him off hard.

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When you don’t have missions together and you’re spending a few nights apart it’s tough on you both. But distance does make the heart grow stronger, and so does your neediness for him. You both make the best of the situation with what you have. Late night conversations that end up leading to some heavy sexual topics. He texts the lewdest things that you have to go read in private and even touch yourself to due to how graphic he’s being.

“Oh the things I would like to do to you right now... I’d kill just to have you with me.”

“You think you could ride me when I get home? I love watching your cute face as you try to take me all in.”

“ I want to watch your mascara run down your face as I make you cry my name.”

“You think you can take my entire load or do you think it will leak out? The thought of creampie-ing you is making me feral.”

“I can’t wait to get out of this hell hole. These brats are annoying me. The minute I get home I’m going to blow your back out. I swear I’m going to fuck the living hell out of you”

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When you have missions together you make sure to get a room. Bucciarati spares no expense and makes sure that everyone has at least a decent place to stay for the night. You think a nice hotel would have thicker walls but poor Narancia and Fugo did NOT get any sleep that night.

He had you on to your back in a mating press pounding mercilessly into your sopping wet cunt.

“Shit Leone~!”you mewled clinging on to him.

“That’s right bambina. You keep saying my name” he panted while nibbling on your ear.

“Fuck you’re tight… I’m never sharing you. You’re all mine” he growled.

Your feet were hitting the wall as he buried his cock deep into your tight cunt at a brutal pace. He let go of one of your legs and rubbed circles on your clit.

“Oh god~ Leone~ you’re going to make me cum!” You cried as tears ran down your cheeks.

“That’s right- you cum for me. Cum with me!” He grunted.

You felt the warm release inside making you feel pleasantly full. The knot in your belly tightened and legs spasmed, your toes curled, you felt the fire in you intensify and the knot finally snapped.

“Oh fuck~ Leo I’m cumming!” You howled as you arched your back.

You didn’t have time to bask in the afterglow, you both suddenly felt weightless for a brief second and a loud crash. You both broke the hotel bed!

A zip sound came from the door-“ I heard a commotion! Abbacchio are you being attacked?!” Bucciarati burst in and his eyes fell on the both of you and his face went red.

“!!!” You quickly covered your chest with the sheet. “Uh-um….” You couldn’t form any sentences.

“Let me guess…Just friends huh?” Bucciarati teased with a shit eating grin

“Bucciarati…with all due respect-please get the fuck out.” Abbacchio said deadpan trying not to get embarrassed.

“Oh alright… but you’re paying for the damages.” He smirked as he opened the door and left.

So much for keeping everything a secret…

[daresplaining]

heya! getting myself back into daredevil after a few years and shotgunned everything post-waid in like, three nights. i am wildly interested in hearing your thoughts on, uh, everything, but anything in particular on goldy? it feels like such an asspull that never went anywhere.

Heya, I remember you, welcome back! (Three nights?! I salute you. ...Are you feeling okay?)

I think I can sum up my overall opinion by saying that I miss Waid's run. I was mostly so-so on Soule's run; here are some posts on elements of it that I really enjoyed, though: (Sam Chung, Muse, "Supreme", Echo's return, that Spider-Man team-up) and then one of many (many, many) posts about one of the best things I think Soule, or any other Daredevil writer, has ever done: "Double Vision": The (Re)birth of Mike Murdock.

Zdarsky's run was my least favorite Daredevil run to date, full stop. I have never had such a miserable time reading a DD comic (and it just kept going! Most runs I've disliked had the courtesy of being short). Here are a few posts about some of my major gripes (my initial reaction to volume 6, my feelings on volume 7 ("The Red Fist Saga"), my feelings on Zdarsky's handling of Elektra). Pretty much all of the posts about things I enjoyed in Zdarsky's run can be found in my modern Mike Murdock tag.

I'm reserving judgement on the current run. I have a lot of sympathy for Saladin Ahmed for having to work with what Zdarsky left him (he's done admirable work in trying to make Matt being a priest make sense), but it also means that key elements that I disliked in the previous run have carried over. I don't hate it so far, but I'm not enjoying it yet.

I honestly don't know what to make of Goldy. I found him such a frustrating-yet-uninteresting character that he left my head the moment I finished the story. For the record, the idea of introducing a new element that builds connections between previously unconnected bits of continuity is actually a concept that I find really cool, and that I think can be executed in powerful ways that invite compelling reexaminations of earlier stories. But I found "mwahaha, I actually caused every bad thing that's happened in your life in order to make you stronger" both unoriginal (is Zdarsky a Flash fan, I wonder?) and, in this case, an addition that actually sapped those previous tragic stories of some of their power. The idea of every bad thing that Matt has ever been through being artificially orchestrated by an outside force, rather than being a combination of bad luck, malicious antagonists, and his own trademark poor judgement, just fundamentally doesn't appeal to me. And then, yes, he just vanished. Maybe he'll reappear? Maybe not? I hope not. I don't know. Maybe another writer could do something interesting with him and with the idea he represents, but I'm not hugely invested in that happening.

In any case, it's great to have you back! I hope your experience of catching up was a mostly enjoyable one. The next issue of the current run is out this Wednesday (June 26).

[ghost--girlfriend]

heyy!! hope you're doing well💗 for the s/i ask game, Mr Brightside and Ain't It Fun for sludgemaid (super cool design btw) and April (she's so cute<3)

MR. BRIGHTSIDE :: If your s/i had to describe themselves, what would that description be? Would they be honest with how they describe themselves?

AIN’T IT FUN :: When in canon does your s/i come in? Do they play a certain role in the plot?

Yay thank for the ask :DD!!!!

Mr. Brightside;

Sludgemaid would say something like "I swear I'm nice! I just look like a monster..." and it has low self esteem(especially after being mutated) so would probably be pretty down on itself :( She gets better after meeting the turtles though! She'd be a little harsh and warn people not to scare her, but also try to assure them that shes actually friendly, just shy and with a lot of teeth!

Ain't it fun;

Around the middle of season 1! And yes :D Sludgemaid lives in the sewers but not in the same parts as the turtles, she kinda just wanders around and sings sad songs until they find her. Cue the big fight and defeat of Sludgemaid and then realize hey! That fish girl isn't actually out for blood! As they befriend her and she now comes over for frequent visits :) Seeing as she can't go on land(has to be in/around water at all times) she can't always tag along but she helps whenever she can! have that be helping look for Raph in Man VS Sewer or swimming them across the(body of water whoms name i did not catch) in Late Fee ^_^

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Mr. Brightside;

April would say shes shy, nervous... but that she'll always protect whats important to her. She's not the strongest Princess but ruling over the oceans is certainly a powerful position! Like with Sludgemaid she's more insecure and lonely before she meets with others and after she opens up more!

Ain't it fun;

Hmm! I don't have a real spot she comes in, I know that her and rosalina's story wouldn't be the focus of any game they'd be in. But with April there'd be a new mario game where Bowser kidnaps April instead of Peach and Mario goes to save her! At the end of the game April would formally introduce herself and they'd all become friends :) cue Princess April appearing in mario party and mario cart and things of the like drftghj

The release of the games would go Galaxy 1 -> April Game -> Galaxy 2 -> and then!! Another game! Where the plot would be something something trouble is brewing and Mario has to go fix things! Okay well I don't actually have a plot idea ftghj but! Rosalina's ship would crash and there'd be some sort of evil plan from Bowser where he casts a magical dome around our planet, keeping everyone in and everybody else out.. Which will somehow lead him to controlling everything! mwahaha!

Rosalina got caught in the atmosphere right as Bowser was casting the spell, and her ship and all her Lumas crashed into the sea! April swims them all to the safety of the shore and alerts Mario(+their other friends) to the crash. The Lumas and Rosalina all stay in April's kingdom(which is either the most or second-most secure kingdom) anddd you kinda would follow mario from there

Anyways maybe you could switch between characters like in 3d world! Or as Mario you can visit the Ocean Kingdom and talk with Rosalina+April

The Mario games aren't really known for their. beautiful gay love stories so most of their relationship would be off-screen cause you play as Mario and you're busy beatin the bad guys!

But I think the interactions you'd have with Lina and April they'd talk about each other in a way where youre like. hmmm. 🏳️‍🌈?

[manor-tea-time]

Delilah failed to escape! She's been sent back to the manor!

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Delilah jolted awake with a start, images of the prior interaction with the doll maker flashing throughout her mind. The unblinking eyes of the doll maker and their horrific doll workshop would most likely forever haunt her nightmares. She let out a shaky laugh, coughing into her hand as she gasped for breaths of air.

There was no possible way she could have survived that. She knew this all too well from what she could remember from it all. It was essentially lights out before anyone would feasibly come to investigate properly.

Yet, here she was, within the comfort and familiarity of her room. Bandaged and tucked in like this was some sort of common occurrence. She flopped back against her pillow, running a hand through her hair. 

God, she hated this place already.

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Bonus for the emotional damage caused from killing the gal off </3:

One of the orb/trinket ghosts is keeping her company as she heals! :D

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I've decided to use Delilah dying as an excuse to introduce/elaborate on how a part of the manor works for these guys! (And just kinda a new mechanic for the blog in general mwahaha).

Basically, the lads on here have an ability to "respawn" after a certain amount of time (for balance plot-wise/for future refs, I'm going to say most likely around 48 hours at most. More is possible, just not super common). This is mainly so the manor can actually sustain itself without the residents just offing each other before any matches can begin.

When the survivors die/bleed out, they slowly enter a doll-like state (ironic all things considered). Looking similar to the cannon in-game models! You can basically mend them like a rag doll at that point and wait out the manor's reset/respawn period for them to return to normal.

They don't forget anything that transpired, nor does the pain 100% fully go away when they wake up (Ex. smaller injuries reflecting what happened still need natural healing), so it can still hold quite a large threat over their heads!

I kinda designed this system with the idea of using it to test out angsty or more intense scenarios between characters without causing a ton of worry for both parties! Especially as it's usually more fun to have that assurance that you're not doing insanely permanent damage. You all can feel more than free to use it to your advantage (within reason ofc). >:3

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[fictionkinfessions]

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[insanescriptist]

(So things in this section might be triggering. I am not tagging now because I don't have a coherent plan for this. Just wording. Why am I drafting on tumblr? I don't make the rules. Brain just goes Tumblr is the write space mwahaha)

Another reason to hate this whole world: people with powers were still people with powers.

Which meant things like crime wasn't ever going to be fully eliminated, no matter how many heroes you had out and about. Crime was a symptom of a free thinking society, not just a human thing. Aliens had crime or else the Lantern corps wouldn't exist.

Usually crime committed by humans was following a few lines of thought. Do I need it? Do I want it? And then doing it.

Crimes of need. I need the money. The drugs. This outfit. Theft usually. I need to feel safe, so I need this guy to die. I need this bitch to shut up, because her blabbermouth is threatening me.

Crimes of want. I want to show off my resources. I want to be validated. I want this dress, these drugs. The money to afford it. I want this guy gone, 'cause he's a fuck-up. I want this cunt to become incommunicado, dealer's choice, but an example is to be made.

Need based crimes were usually messier. Didn't know you'd need to commit it until it came up. Well, most people didn't. Since they had moral hang-ups and fear of consequence. But well, again, crime didn't happen in a vacuum. There's always circumstances. Little life emergencies draining your savings. The pharmacy won't get the prescription filled for another week and the pain is too much. This dress makes me look respectable enough to hire. This blabbermouth is spilling my secrets and putting me in danger; I'm not able to be out of the closet.

Crimes of want usually were more organized. Since you know, the wants were higher on the hierarchy of needs and so they could afford it. And with organization and means, it of course meant they were usually more heinous.

Again, nothing happened in a vacuum. And crime would always happen in a free thinking society. Crimes of want would be vastly more organized.

Especially since All Might "destroyed" organized crime.

What a fucking lie.

Batman "broke" Gotham's mob and all that happened was the start of the Long Halloween.

How long until the "villains" here said Trick or Treat?

Anyway, you couldn't really get rid of crime. Inherent condition of a thinking society. Please note the society; societies were bound by social contract and thus laws. Laws which said which acts and behaviors were criminal, what the punishments were and how to punish people.

Wants and needs would always spark crime. But not the worst crimes, not really.

The worst crimes were always the why the fuck not? That's where you had the tipping point of, "this criminal is better off dead." For the victims. For the community. For society. For Justice. For Mercy. To end the insanity.

So anyway. Big organized crime in this future Japan was basically nonexistent or very well behaved. Which meant you had a bunch of little groups in competition with each other when it came to organizations. Oh, and the foreigners. Who were trying to blend in very nicely. They didn't want the local knock-off Superman to smash their operations either.

It some ways, it was nice. Rare to have a group above twenty or so members. Of course it also meant more skirmishing that has to be well off main street or else a Hero would show up. Name a champion, let 'em fight and that's who won. Very polite.

In some ways, it was worse. It taught them subtlety. To keep business inside when possible. To prize secrecy and loyalty over strength. Sure, they still wanted strength, especially if it could be defined as a useful Quirk on their side but it really wasn't going to be discussed in bars and rented back rooms or dilapidated warehouses. Not in abandoned apartment buildings and so on either. Urban Blight in Japan was the occasionally condemned building from Quirk damage. Not buildings that had been left to rot for decades.

Office building fronts were popular for these small groups and cells. No one looked twice at Japanese salary men going to or from a building, carrying binders and so on.

For those small gangs on friendlier terms? Karoke bars were pretty damn soundproof and Jason's new least favorite place to tail anyone to.

Of course with the lack of manpower -and therefore resources- and the emphasis on subtlety, metahuman -sorry, Quirk trafficking- was usually done in small batches as well. Partly because with most people having powers and knowing how to use them, even without training were a higher level of threat than plain old regular humans. Mostly anyway.

Sadly due to Quirks being inherently biologically tied to a person, most of the Quirk trafficking also meant sexual trafficking. Sexual fetishes for say, monster girls meant some mutant quirks were highly valuable. Others? Oh, their Quirk as well, but for power or ability. Breeding a better future or so on. Which was as dehumanizing as it sounded. He was used to human trafficking at least calling them product. Not livestock and not breeding stock.

The luckier ones -if you wanted to debate who was really lucky- got snatched for illegal Quirk science experiments. Medicine testing, drug testing, to use their Quirk to further or enhance production, or in place of certain chemicals. See how addictive some things were or the effects on different Quirks; does it work as well on mutants as it does emitters? Tests to find lethal dosage and so on. So now you've got addicts or dead bodies, but the addicts were addicts. They could be useful. Functional addicts were dangerous. Non-functional addicts were liabilities. But at least the non-functional addicts would die quickly from said addiction.

And this was just the most blatant acts. Jason had no doubt that there were legal marriages that were also Quirk Marriages. That were absolutely Human, sorry, Quirk trafficking in all ways but name.

After all, this body was born to one.

Jason had eventually tracked down the family this body was born to. Hacking the Quirk registry was needed to figure out who he plausibly could fake to be. Looking them up in civil databases. He attached himself to his mother's family registry. Knew their finances. B always said to trust your evidence over witnesses. Eyewitness testimony was known to be unreliable. Human memory was also unreliable.

A whole fucking year in this world and yeah, he was still learning more about this world and getting more disgusted by it.

That's what made the stress relief so worth it, even if he knew he'd be suffering tomorrow because of it.

Five smucks down and out, well away from the main action of the night. Assembling them to meet up while not "at work," was practically child's play.

Seven goons on the ground, quick and easy. Didn't even really get a fight in, which was entirely purposeful. Recovering from a three year coma took time; muscular atrophy was no joke and a year still wasn't enough time to properly get back to what Jason considered to be an adequate level of conditioning.

Three people rescued. A backpack of evidence to be held by said victims as heroes would soon come to the building.

Yeah, the trafficking fuckers deserved worse than a beat-down but Japan's gun laws were no joke. Getting one wasn't impossible but it would get "mysterious vigilante" so much more, heh, heat from law enforcement.

Besides, because of the stupid Quirk laws of this Japan? Vigilantism was only a crime if you used a Quirk.

Cremation is just another fun(erl) service

So blaming random 4am thoughts that have been plaguing me all day for this

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Jason woke to a bright room, thin sheets and the smell of a hospital embedded in his body.

First as always, assess. Hospital. No affiliation printed on the walls or anywhere. Private room, but small. That door looked like it led to a private bathroom. Generic flower picture, a mounted screen turned off. Really fucking bright sunlight from the windows.

There was no fucking way he was in Gotham then. Everything was too nice. Normal by standards outside of Gotham. There were blinds, not metal shutters. The walls were cleaner than Gotham allowed outside of Downtown and he could see greenery through the window.

Okay. So what had he been doing? Jason remembered and then wished he had his Jerichos to shoot himself with. Mystic Shit™. Okay. Okay. That was not one of his better ideas, but if he's recovering in a hospital, it worked. World saved.

So recovery. How fucked was he?

His skin looked so fucked. Which meant he had been worse. He's had time to recover and lose muscle tone in, going by how twiggy his arms were. His hands looked good. Clearly someone knew he cared about those if they went through the effort of restoring those.

Hmm, that was odd. No matter how much Jason hated the Lazarus Pits and all its by-products, it would have been a faster and more simple way to recover from near-death than the long incarceration in a hospital for a John Doe.

Jason wasn't sure if he'd been abandoned yet again by those who called themselves his family because he could, "take care of himself," or if he had been written off dead. Again.

Hospital beat the coffin by a long shot.

And it was with that cheery thought, a nurse -obvious meta human nurse- came in and burst into excited Japanese, because that was of course, his luck.

It's after the nurse and doctors leave that Jason loses his shit.

It looks like he's sulking in bed, but mentally everything in his head is exploding. Imploding.

Three. Fucking. Years. Coma.

Burn victim so bad they not only expected him to die in the first couple of days, but still expect it because of the infection risk his fucked up skin represents.

Still the conversation with the medical staff -of varying degrees of bizarre- was enlightening.

No, he has no idea who he is. Did he ever get anyone visit? How did he get here?

Of course some amnesia is to be expected. No, some of the nurses visited. No one knows how he got here.

Does he know what his quirk is? Uh?

Trauma blocked amnesia, the doctor mutters.

What's the last date he remembered?

Saturday. Maybe? The last year? No, I'm pretty sure my memory is shit and I'm trying hard not to freak out over not knowing anything. So could I get the year number?

And then there's the fucking year number. Once he got it translated into more normal terms.

Mystic Shit™ said fuck you to the future.

Except Jason knows this is not his future. Again, if it was, this would have been treated as a fucking inconvenience. Effective skin restoration goop -the proper name escaped him- was easily available to those with the right connections. A normal baseline human with 2nd and 3rd degree burns would be fine in less than two weeks with it, with nary a trace to show for it.

Thanks to the three year coma, his muscles were all atrophied as fuck, despite their best attempts at physical therapy. Because of all the burns and later burn scars and infections making it basically impossible to actually do fuck all about maintaining muscle tone until he was basically burnt skin and bones anyway.

He was so fucking weak now. It wouldn't last forever. He'd escape this hospital before he was discharged, before whatever "benefactor" showed up for whatever "purpose," he was suppose to serve now, as they had the medical debt over his head or was threatening his loved ones or whatever. If one didn't show up in the next week, he was losing his genre-savviness, because shitheads always wanted to claim shit, if it looked useful.

And Jason was used to looking useful, until he was no longer useful and they just didn't care. The amnesia made him less shiny, but Jason couldn't pull off the brain dead zombie imitation without actually being a brain dead zombie crawling up out of his grave.

So under the thin hospital sheets, Jason twitched his muscles.

Two weeks of emotional freak outs, watching the news, physical therapy and drugs Jason had had enough.

And he broke out.

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Yeah, he regretted it almost immediately. Hard not to in the stupid paper gown, barefoot and bare ass.

Thankfully people were people, even with the plethora of meta humans he had seen, so it actually wasn't hard to find clothes. Someone left a hoodie in their car and Jason broke into said car. Put on the hoodie. Hotwired the car and drove off.

Somehow for being in the fucking future by two centuries and change, cars really hadn't changed. More evidence of Mystic Shit™ slamming him sideways.

He drove to the next town over, picked another direction, drove some more. Parked the car near what looked like a chop shop, negotiated the car for some money. He probably got ripped off, but better than nothing.

He walked to a corner store, bought some flip-flops after bullshitting an excuse that his had broken. First aid stuff. You know, for his feet. Hair dye in three different colors, because Rose Wilson could pick out a bad dye job at a hundred meters and so Jason learned how to dye his own hair properly so as to avoid her mockery, only to get mockery (affectionate) anyway.

It was a mix of instinct and lifelong observation that let him find an empty apartment quickly. He stole some sweatpants and passed out on the bed.

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The thing is, Jason doesn't regret his crimes like Bruce thinks he ought to do, with a massive pity party and flaming self-hatred and punching criminals instead of shooting them. He hates the necessity of doing crimes, even if that crime is a net gain to society, but that's why all his serious crimes are premeditated. He's homicidal, not a psychopath.

Not Pit-mad either, no matter what the rest of them might have thought.

Again, he's homicidal, not a psychopath. And when he doesn't have to be some sort of costume soldier to be discarded by family for the disgrace of disfiguring the memory of a dead boy? He's actually chill and boring.

That is to say, he crashed at that apartment for three days, felt progressively more like himself, especially after the dye job -white hair all over, now a solid and boring black- but it still didn't change all the other issues the Mystic Shit™ inflicted on him.

This body isn't actually his. Too young, scars not right where the burns didn't fuck him over. Thankfully his existing coping mechanisms for dysphoria work and it's shoved to the side.

It's also a shit body. Not even a month out of a three year coma with inadequate -by his standards- of medical care. It's weak and building muscle to do everyday civilian shit, is going to take months to do. Pushing as hard as he did during the escape wrecked him the next three days. Jason may not know what's going to happen, but with his luck, it's going to suck and training is preparing to make it suck less. The only certainty he's got is that his skin or lack thereof is going to kill him from infection if he doesn't fix it.

He's got no legal identity here. Which basically puts him back onto familiar ground of legally dead.

Beyond the lack of paperwork, he's got a lack of funds. He also has no easy target to steal funds and equipment from, even just for fun.

For more disadvantages, he's in a different country, with different laws and a whole different culture. He would be climbing on board a fucking plane to Gotham, if it existed in this world, for some familiar ground.

He really is the unluckiest Robin. It also means he is also the most prepared Robin.

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The first six months after waking up in this mockery world of heroics were the absolute worst.

He started at one foot in the grave and crawled out of it before the casket could really eat him alive. Jason had experience in casket busting. He didn't wanna repeat it.

He still didn't know who he was -in who was he inhabiting- but it wasn't like Jason had a lot to go on. 'His' quirk was thermo-manipulation, most obviously in the blue fire he could call to his hands but he could do some ice too; it was thanks to Duke's light and shadow manipulation that he had even tried for the duality. He had white hair. Presumably Japanese heritage but quirks had really erased or blurred a lot of racial lines. Also presumed dead and young.

Access to the Quirk Registry took some doing, but again, not everyone followed basic computer security, much less what it took to keep someone bat-trained out of their systems. Again, for nearly two centuries in the future, a lot of the technological development had stagnated. Searching through the Quirk Registry hadn't yielded any result but none of his other methods had struck anything either. And he had looked at the recently dead and/or presumed dead. Sure, he had some leads that looked viable, but he wasn't going to follow those up yet.

He had fixed a few of his most pressing issues the past six months. His ignorance of the local area, the local and national politics and so on. This world supported and had an entire industry catering to making child soldiers and sell their image and reputation to make money and more child soldiers that called themselves Heroes.

His weak ass body no long cried doing daily tasks and only hated him after working out. Yes, Jason was pushing it but he was well aware of how months of preparation could mean shit in the face of seconds.

His infection risk was severely reduced after quick research bender let him make the most generic knock-off brand of the skin restoration goop in a shitty homemade lab. Did it fix his skin being patchwork fucked in places? Some. He wasn't going to get feeling back properly, but at least he looked more normal. Maybe with enough moisturizing he might look a little less Frankenstien's monster.

He also had a cash inflow. It wasn't great, but it supported his apartment. And the second set of papers. And the 2nd apartment.

Which meant in grand old tradition for Jason, time for him to bounce to the next apartment and come up with a new name.

[teruel-a-witch]

After seeing all your reblogs and reading the tags, I'm now low-key obsessed with the guys from H50 having only seen an episode casually on TV. Do you recommend it as a show?

hmmm, that's a tough question, nonnie, cause on the one hand, as a shipper I always want to drag more people down with me (mwahaha) but, on the other, I don't want to give the show a tacit endorsement. it's very much a cop show, and with a serious case of police brutality at that, so i feel like that's something I have to warn about. also, it's very much a CBS procedural so it's plot-driven rather than character driven and the plots occasionally reflect a lot of the anxieties of CBS target audience of people over 65, lol. the bad guys are Bad, sometimes cartoonishly so, no room for nuance, it all feels very 80s b action movies. don't even get me started on the show's treatment of female characters. and queer people pretty much Do Not Exist (but that's something that can be said about many procedurals)

that's not to say the show has nothing to offer, if you enjoy whodunnits and action and team banter and distractingly beautiful people and gorgeous scenery. the setting is the reason I watched the show in the first place, because sometimes you really want to watch something set in perpetual summer (especially when you are from the land with no sun like I am lol).

if you just want to turn your brain off and be entertained h50 can definitely do that for you, it took me a few eps but by mid s1 I got really into it and I was having FUN, which, imo, is important. I didn't start shipping right away but 1x20 had me reaching for the Tumblr tags and fanfic.

it's not strictly necessary to watch the show to enjoy the ship but personally I have always found that the shippy breadcrumbs are more enjoyable in context. especially since McDanno is woven into the fabric of the show.

ultimately, it's up to you whether or not to watch the show, I just thought I'd help you make an informed decision. i do believe a show doesn't have to be good to be enjoyable but I am absolutely the kind of person who will watch an entire show just for a ship myself, lol.

if you do decide to watch it you can come talk to me about McDanno any time, they are pretty much all I wanna talk about anyway, the brainrot is real.

[fairytalearista]

Thank you so much to @taleasoldastime-andspace for tagging me.

Rules:

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

K, so ... I have less of a WIP folder as I have a WIP file system and a backpack of notebooks, but I shall share the stuff with enough progress to share snippets, if that's all right.

Emmazel

ROCKS

The Stepmother's Third Chance

Superheroes Don't Prowl at Night

The Cost of a Queen

The Song of a Dragon

Snow Quest Like Home

The New Division

Fire and Song

Saffron's Even Bigger Plan

Half-Hidden

Revolution

The Last Dragon Fairy

Cayra

Fairer Than Beauty

The Ever After Maneuver (It's a series of 36 books. None of them have a lot written, but all have something)

Sidestep (This is one that it might be a few days before I can answer 'cause I left the notebook in a different house than I'm currently in.)

It's Sci-Fi, People! / Just Another Sci-Fi Novel (Need to decide Exactly what to call this one.)

Of Secrets and Magic

I think that's everything? Some of this is older than other stuff, but it should all be fun.

Um, I don't know if I follow as many people as I have WIP's. So, if you're seeing this, consider yourself tagged. Mwahaha.

[loveyismeee]

Part 2 of the Aizawa x Kurogiri (kidnapped) AU comic

Decided to use color cause why not? If I make this a small series would anyone be interested?

Besides that, they were brought food (thankful but yikes they’re gonna be there for a while) they’re definitely starting to warm up to each other in a way.

(I tag Erasercloud because Erasermist won’t work)

Edit: the tag works!!! Mwahaha)

[animezing-fandoms]

Father Material

Masterlist

Warnings: None.

Relationships: Nalu, background Gajevy and Albas

Summary: After seeing how good Natsu is with Asuka, Lucy thinks about how good he would be with other kids, possibly theirs. 

A/N: I’ve always thought about writing a one-shot about Lucy thinking about having kids with Natsu after seeing how good he is with Asuka and now this adorable cover for the new 100YQ chapter has given me an excuse to write it! 

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“I am the fierce fire dragon!” Natsu growls and stomps his feet. “I shall destroy this guild hall and there is no wizard alive who can stop me! Mwahaha!” 

“Think again fire dragon!” Asuka says “You’ll never destroy this guild! I’ll defeat you!” 

Natsu leans over to look at her on the ground, kneeling and pointing her toy gun at him. 

“You think you can defeat us!” Happy taunts. “My Master is the fiercest dragon in all the land, no wizard has ever slain him before, what makes you think you can?” 

“Because I’m the best shooter in my guild! I can shoot anything!” Asuka says proudly. 

Natsu laughs evilly and Alzack and Bisca who were sitting at the bar, watching Natsu play with their daughter, laugh at the sight of the wizard and his cat in their dragon costumes while their daughter pretends to shoot them with her toy gun. 

Lucy had been on her way to the guild library to do some reading with Levy but when she saw Natsu and Happy in dragon costumes she had to know what ridiculous antics they were up to. She expected to see them doing something stupid and roll her eyes while debating why she hung around those idiots so much but instead she felt a warmth that started in her chest and made it’s way up to her cheeks when she saw Asuka pointing her toy gun at him and realized that he was playing with her. 

She had felt like this before. There was a time about two years ago when Alzack and Bisca had gone on a job and left Natsu to babysit Asuka. Lucy had initially tagged along with him to help out of fear for the girl’s safety but she quickly realized that Natsu was actually pretty good with children, and she had now idea how attractive that was.

She couldn’t explain why, but something about seeing Natsu play with Asuka made her feel all warm inside and caused her mind to wander to outlandish thoughts of him being like that with a child that they would create together. 

“Pow! Pow!” Asuka shouts and shoots Natsu and Happy in the chest with her toy gun. 

“Oh no!” They both shout and pretend that it really hurt. 

“I’m afraid we’ve been bested my apprentice! This gunslinging wizard is just too powerful!” Natsu shouts. 

“Oh Master, I will avenge you in the afterlife! Ahhh!” He shouts as Natsu falls backwards and they both land on the floor. 

Asuka laughs and jumps on top of them. 

“Look mommy and daddy I killed the dragons!” She cheers. 

“You sure did pumpkin.” Bisca says. 

“Yep, you’re a great shooter just like your mom and I.” Alzack says and wraps his arm around Bisca’s waist. 

Lucy watches Natsu hold Asuka on his chest and lift her up with his arms over his head and she laughs and kicks her legs and waves her arms. 

“Make me fly Natsu! Make me fly!” Asuka shouts. 

“Sure thing kiddo!” Natsu shouts. 

Lucy watches as Natsu runs around the guild hall holding Asuka over his head. 

“Whee!” She shouts. 

Lucy smiles and giggles as she watches. She held her book in one hand and her other was resting over her lower-stomach. She blushes when she realizes that and removes her hand before moving to go downstairs to Levy. What was getting into her? Hopefully no one saw her staring at Natsu and holding her womb like she was yearning to bear his children. 

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“Asuka, come get your lunch!” Bisca calls to her from the bar. 

“Oh yay! I’m so hungry!” Asuka says. 

Natsu sets her down and she runs over to her parents. 

“Hey Natsu why don’t you come take a seat, you must be tired after chasing that rugrat around.” Gajeel says.

“Me tired?” Natsu asks. “No way man, I’ve still got tons of energy! Little Asuka would have to play with me for a whole week straight before I got tired.” Natsu laughs.

“Then no wonder bunny girl was looking at you like that, gihee.” Gajeel laughs.

“Huh, Lucy was watching me?” Natsu asks. “And was she looking at me funny?” 

“She was looking at you the same way Levy looks at me sometimes, like she wants to have your babies.” Gajeel says. 

Natsu looks shocked. 

“Wait does this mean Lucy’s having my baby?!” Natsu shouts and Gajeel spits out his drink.

“I don’t know, you tell me! How the heck would I know if you two have been fooling around or not?” Gajeel shouts at him. 

“But I have been fooling around with her!” Natsu shouts back. 

Everyone in the guild hall collectively gasps and they all stare at Natsu in shock, not expecting that answer from him. 

“I pull pranks on her all of the time! Is that what you mean? Is that how you gave Levy your babies?” Natsu asks. 

Everyone groans and bangs their heads against something. 

“What? No that’s not how it happens you idiot!” Gajeel exclaims then turns to some of the older guild members who were sitting at a table together. “How the hell did Salamander grow up around a bunch of perverts like you and never learn where babies come from?!” Gajeel exclaims. 

“It wasn’t our fault. We tried to teach him along with the other kids once they hit puberty.” Macao says. 

“But Natsu just wouldn’t pay attention to what we were saying and kept trying to fight either one of us or Gray.” Gildarts explains. 

“So Makarov told us that we should just give up on trying to teach him ourselves and that he’d either figure it out on his own or he’d come to us for advice once he falls in love with someone and wants to know what to do.”  Wakaba says. 

“Well that explains a lot then.” Gajeel says before looking back at confused Natsu. 

“So Lucy’s not pregnant with my kid then?” He asks. 

“Nope. Definitely not, and probably not for a long time.” Gajeel says and sits back down. 

“Then why was she looking at me the way Levy looks at you?” Natsu asks. 

“She wasn’t looking at you the way she was because she’s already having your kids, she was looking at you like she could imagine having your kids, and having you take care of them. When guys do stuff like play with kids like how you were playing with Asuka and making her happy and giggly and stuff is attractive to girls. It shows them that you’d be a good father if you were to have kids with them.” Gajeel explains. 

“So Lucy was looking at me like she wants to have kids with me because of how I was playing with Asuka?” Natsu asks. 

“Yep. She thinks you’re good father material Salamander. If she wasn’t already in love with you, she’s probably falling even harder for you now, gihee.” Gajeel says and laughs before taking another sip of his ale. 

Happy flew over to where Carla was sitting. 

“So Carla, do you think I’m good father material too?” Happy asks. 

“Well I will admit you are rather good with children, but you and Natsu still need a lot of work on the romantic aspect of having a lifetime relationship with someone you want to have a family with.” Carla says.

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“Oh there you are Lu, what took you so long?” Levy asks as Lucy walks into the library. 

“Sorry I’m late Levy, I just got a little distracted upstairs.” Lucy says and rubs the back of her head. 

“What was going on? I thought I heard some sort of commotion going on up there, did Natsu start another fight?” Levy asks. 

“No, actually he made one up. He and Happy dressed up like dragons for Asuka to pretend to fight them. Then after they were done, he picked her up and ran around the guild hall with her while she pretended to fly. It was...really cute.” Lucy says. 

Levy smirks as Lucy recounts what happened upstairs, noticing the way she was blushing, holding her hand over her stomach, and how her gaze kept shifting from the table to Levy’s baby bump. 

“Wow, looks like you think Natsu’s good father material for you.” Levy says and Lucy shrieks in embarrassment and her face turns red. 

“What no! I don’t! I mean...I do think he would make a good father but that doesn’t mean I’d want to be the one to have kids with him or anything like that.”  Lucy nervously rambles. “I mean, sure he’s good with kids but as far as I know, I don’t even thinks he knows where they come from and it’s not like he’s even into romance anyway.” 

“That’s true, but that hasn’t stopped you from falling for him, has it Lu?” Levy asks and comes over to her blushing friend. “Sure it might seem hopeless right now but a girl can dream. I remember I used to think that there was no way Gajeel would ever fall in love with me and now here I am pregnant with his kids.” Lucy smiles as Levy brings her hand to her bump. “So have a little faith in Natsu, I’m sure one day he’ll be busting down your door asking you to start a family.” 

Lucy and Levy smiled until they heard the door burst open and turned to find Natsu in his dragon suit in the doorway. 

“Hey Lucy do you wanna have my baby?” He asks. 

Levy gasps and covers her mouth in surprise and Lucy screams in embarrassment and shock.

“Natsu what the hell!” Lucy shouts and whacks him in the face with the book she was holding. “You can’t just come running in here and ask a girl that question! Why in the world would you even ask me that you idiot!” 

“Because Gajeel said you wanted to have kids with me!” Natsu exclaims.

“He said what! Where would he get that crazy idea from!” Lucy shouts. 

“Because of the way you were looking at me when I was playing with Asuka. Gajeel said the way you were looking at me means you think I’m good father material.” Natsu explains. 

“Oh...” Lucy says and puts the book down. 

“Was Gajeel lying or something? If you want me too I’ll go beat him up.” Natsu offers.

“No you don’t have to do that.” Lucy laughs. “He wasn’t lying.” 

Levy quietly slips out of the library to leave the two of them alone to talk. 

“You’re really good with Asuka Natsu. She has so much fun playing with you and you look like you have a lot of fun playing with her, so sometimes it makes me think about how you’d be with other kids, and maybe your own kids in the future and how lucky they’d be to have you as a father.” Lucy says and blushes before Natsu slides his hands around her waist. 

“They’d be even luckier if they had you as a mother.” Natsu says and Lucy gasps and her eyes sparkle. “I may be good at playing with kids but as far as taking care of them and making them I haven’t got a clue. But you’re really good at taking care of people Lucy, heck me and Happy would be living in a messy house and living off of fish and only bathing once a week if it weren’t for you cleaning up our place, keeping us fed and nagging us to bathe more often.”  Lucy laughs. “You taught us how to take care of ourselves Lucy, I’m a better person now because of you and I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d want to have kids with. So do you wanna have kids with me like Levy and Gajeel?” 

“Natsu I’d love to but I don’t think we’re anywhere near ready to have kids yet. There’s a lot more you have to do with someone first before you start a family with them.” Lucy explains. 

“Like what?” Natsu asks. 

They hear the door open behind them and Natsu looks down and sees Asuka holding her toy gun and pointing it at him.

“Oh no! The Fire Dragon has captured a princess! Don’t worry I’ll save you!” Asuka says. 

Lucy laughs when she realizes that Asuka was referring to her as the princess and she holds onto Natsu’s shoulders as he lifts her bridal style up into his arms and laughs evilly. 

“Oh no! Please save me from the terrifying dragon gunslinging wizard!” Lucy shouts. 

“No way! You’ll never take her from me, she’s mine!” Natsu shouts. 

“Wait that’s it! I forgot the Fire Dragon is actually a cursed prince. The princess is the only one who can turn him back with true love’s kiss!” Asuka says. 

Natsu looks surprised and confused as he debates on whether he should play along or not because he doesn’t want to make Lucy uncomfortable but then he feels her lips against his cheek and blushes.

“Let’s start there.” She whispers to him as she unzips the dragon suit and Natsu steps out of it. 

“Yay I broke the curse!” Asuka cheers and runs over to Lucy and she hugs her. 

Natsu kneels down on the ground next to them and wraps them both in his arms before kissing Lucy’s cheek. 

“Okay, we’ll start there.” He tells Lucy before looking down at the adorable girl in her arms and both of them wonder if one day they’ll have their own little girl to hold just like this. 

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A/N: Please comment if you enjoyed! 

[chaoticspacefam]

6.  “How do you think this will all end?” for D'leah, please <3

Pinky once again picking THE juiciest possible combo of prompt + characters, everybody go thank her bc I had a blast with this 👀 I’ve been wanting to write a oneshot for this part of the story for a while and this is the perfect excuse mwahaha 

@palepinkycat here you go! Sorry this one took a little while, I haven’t had time to sit and write it out till now, but hopefully it’s a decent enough length to make it up to you! 👀

I have more to say about the body language I described in here (namely the significance of the “under chin” snuggles & also why D’leah Yelled At Abe When He Tried To Do It To Her At The End), but I have a Worldbuilding tag somewhere in my mentions so I’mma save it for that basically. More Tomato Lore gonna drop sometime in the next week or two once I’m done with the drawings skshsks I tried to do one for this one too but it was not coming out right so maybe some other time XD

I’ve seen a lot of fics explore what it’s like to have a Force bond and communicate with it but I’ve seen very few that deal with the “what if it breaks when one of them dies” side of it, so this is my take on what happens and how it probably feels for the “surviving” party; I usually describe my Force bonds as a sort of ethereal “thread” type thing that then connects their emotions/souls/however you want to see it and yadda yadda, so...you can’t tell me that snapping that thread wouldn’t fucking hurt ;-; For extra heart hurty, the song quotes were the main two songs I listened to while working on each “part” of this fic, so you can use them for ambience if you want ;)

As always I use the Coruscant Translator for (most of) my High Sith, translations are included on the bottom however :) (since the quote from the prompt is said in Sith, they’re gonna talk in High Sith sometimes being well...Sith :3)

Abaron is the best brother-in-law, I do not make the rules. D’leah you need to apologise to this man immediately 😂 she does, immediately after this (not shown) dw, I swear

Timeline/Setting: 3729 BBY (roughly/according to the still-holey timeline I’ve been working on since the “canon” one was released) Immediately post-Valkoriate takeover. As in, literally just happened slash is happening as this occurs.

Warnings: Character Death mention (Kissai), Breaking Force Bonds, Plenty of angst (it was from an “angsty” prompt list, after all! 😬) , possible slight gore (?) in the form of description of a former  injury from a concussion grenade (just to be safe lol), and ofc some Cuss Words (™) 

^^ these are ur warnings, click past this cut at ur own risk and I am not responsible for how you react bc you chose to pass the warning k thanks ^^

“Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not. He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got. Oh lord, oh lord, I’m begging you please...don’t take that sinner from me -” ~ The Civil Wars, “Devil’s Backbone”

It all happened so fast, they had to react fast if they were going to save the twins, and D’leah knew that. She’d tried so desperately to help her husband, pouring as much of her Force energy as she could through the bond they shared. It had always worked before, why wasn’t it working NOW?! D’leah didn’t know, but she could feel him growing weaker and weaker by the second. 

D’leah - his voice was so distant and faint, she almost didn’t want to acknowledge the reality of it. No, no no, he wasn’t dying he couldn’t be dying, no no no…. D-Don’t do this. Sai… her grip on the control cluster tightened until her knuckles turned pale, they were already in the air. It would be easy to do what she knew he was about to ask...but it would mean leaving him to his fate. Could she do that?

Dimly, D’leah could hear Abaron chattering to the girls behind her as he made sure they stayed in their seats, but she couldn’t hear the words any of them were saying, there was just him and that horrible, ominous weakness bleeding from her husband’s end of the bond. 

You need to run… Kissai urged her. PROMISE me. The girls-

I can’t...not without you! her mind-voice caught as if the words were difficult to form, she felt him slip further away and frantically tried to bolster his strength up again, but somehow, she couldn’t put her finger on how, it only seemed to make the other Pureblood weaker. Sai, snichi… she pleaded, and she could feel the barest attempt at a smile from her husband as he gave her his final farewell, 

Nu aki j’us, D’leah. RUN. For me...

His words were far weaker now, more forced, as if even Kissai knew he was running out of time to convey his plea. D’leah realised with a growing sense of horror that they really didn’t have another option, she had to protect their daughters. She reached towards the navcomputer to punch in the quickest hyperspace code she could think of that would get them as far away from Imperial Space as possible, but never managed to get there. 

The pain hit her so fast that D’leah had no time to prepare for it even if in reality, she’d known it was coming. First, came the white-hot metal rod of pain that jammed right down the center of her spine. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire and it was this that was enough to cause her to cry out in pain and lose her grip on the ship’s controls as the Pureblood was thrown sideways in her seat. She managed to fall with just enough grace to get herself out of Abaron’s way and as she hit the floor and the pain kept coming, she faintly heard the man curse in High Sith as he lunged across to take her place in the pilot’s seat before they nose-dived into Force-only-knows what, out here in open space like they were. 

Then she felt the thread of Force energy between herself and her husband straining, threatening to snap, and before long, it did. D’leah knew logically there was nothing she could do to stop it, and that trying would make it hurt more, but she was desperate and on reflex she could not help but try. Frantically, she reached out with her own Force energy and clasped for each thread as it tore away from her, bit by bit, as if clutching at the strings would somehow, futilely, keep him here. Would let him live. But still, the pain came again, and again, and she fancied that the sinews of flesh being ripped from bone when she lost part of her face to that concussion grenade had been less painful than this. “No...no no no no please...please! NO!!!” Everything else was so faint and far-away in comparison that D’leah didn’t realise that her scream had been out loud this time, her fingers fumbling for her heart, though she couldn’t rightly tell if that was where the pain was truly coming from and it was simply a reflexive reaction. 

For a long while she clenched her teeth through wave after wave of pain, and while it didn’t stop, it became easier with every breath for D’leah to push it into the background. Slowly, the Pureblood’s blurry vision cleared and she realised the twins were staring down at her, wide-eyed in horror. 

She needed to get up. She needed to go to them, she needed to be strong. For them.

Saarai reached for her first, but she scooped both of them up into her arms as best as she was able, all but falling into the seat where the twins had been huddled moments before. The girls both clamored to settle themselves as close to her as they could without pushing the other out of her grasp too. D’leah held onto them as tightly as she could, only vaguely aware of Saarai’s voice as she chattered a question up at her, catching every second word or so. “Moooom!” as she reached up towards her again, and “Dad...gonna find us...right?” 

Their mother shushed them softly, adjusting her grip to fit both of the twins, as best she was able, beneath her chin. Safe. They were safe there.

“Shhh, shh-shh, my little one.” she croaked shakily, a tremor passing through her frame as she tried to keep her voice steady and convincing through the lie. “He’ll catch up later, don’t you worry.” 

They sat in silence, D’leah clutching them against her chest as if they, too, might disappear if she let them go for even one second, and Abaron took over piloting the ship so that she didn’t have to. He’d practically done all the work already, anyway. She risked a glance down at her daughters, and caught the wary glint in Saarai’s golden eyes, the sideward glance at her sister, and she knew that they knew it was a lie. But she had not the heart to tell them that yet. Not now, through the tears that had begun to stream from her eyes despite her attempts to hold them at bay. She did not mean to cry, but what else could she do??

Saarai’s tiny fingers reached up shakily, when she realised what they were, to brush the liquid tracks from her chin and the spurs on her jaw. It only made her cry more and hold them tighter.

“Nunchi woiunoks, oi ai utja…” she breathed soothingly, hoping it was convincing enough for the twins. “Mom’s got you...nothing is ever going to hurt you while I’m here.” She held them like that right until they landed.

“The daughter of a lawyer, told the fallen priest “it’s a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief”, And tapping at the arrow in her heel, she said “LEAVE ME ALONE! ...but just don’t leave me here, alright?” Alright..” ~ Iron & Wine, “Arms of a Thief” 

By the time they arrived at their destination, some planet called “Rishii” that she doesn’t ever recall knowing of before - but perhaps that’s a good thing - and Abaron managed to find them a place to stay, the pain she had felt had dulled to more of a phantom throbbing than anything else. But her consciousness felt vulnerable and empty without Kissai’s own Force presence winding around hers, she felt alone, even though physically she was not. D’leah had sung and rocked the twins to sleep, with some effort, and glanced down at them as they slept, Ni’kasi’s arms curled around her sister as she burrowed under her chin for comfort beneath the blanket their mother had tucked around them.

The pain was gone, and in its wake came the FURY. It bubbled to the surface all too quickly, and D’leah began to tremble again, a growl rumbling deep in her throat as she realised that first, the girls were theoretically out of danger, and secondly, she still had a ship. She could go back. 

“I’m going to kill that fucker.” the Pureblood wheeled for the door, only to find it blocked by Abaron, who seemed to have pre-empted her outburst. She stopped short, a hiss slipping past her teeth as her lip curled back to show her fangs briefly. “Abe. Move.” she snarled, resisting the urge to shout so as to not wake Saarai and Ni’kasi from their slumber. The tips of Abaron’s jaw spurs shook as, for once in his life, he declined to follow her order. 

“No. My Lord, I can’t let you do that.”

It took every ounce of her self control not to do worse, but as it was, D’leah tried to lunge for him so she could force her way past, he might not have been taller than her but he was stronger, and heavier too. The man reacted just as quickly, his own hands closing around her wrists to push back and keep her in place, his own feet firmly rooted in the doorway as he grunted. “D’leah! Listen to me, please!” 

The tears threatened to come to the surface again, her eyes burning hot, though this time the matriarch forced them down, though her voice still quivered as she spat, each word punctuated with a quiver in her voice.

“You have no idea how I am feeling right now!”

“Not wholly, no.” Abaron argued, releasing her arms as she dropped them back to her sides, her remaining spurs still rattling softly in agitation. “But I know that going back there now is foolish, my Lord!” 

“Get. Out. Of. My. Way!” D’leah hissed, though she didn’t have the strength left after the manic dash away from Kaas to call the lightning to her fingertips and lend to the threat she was trying to punctuate. “H-He is sitting there, on our homeworld, w-with our people’s blood on his hands!” she tried to shove him again, but her fist connected dully with the plated armour on the other Pureblood’s chest and didn’t make much of an impact on him. “They’re all dead and y-you just want me to -!!” 

“I’m trying to protect you, my Lord!” his teeth flashed back at her, yet another thing she would not have stood for if she was half as lucid as usual. He continued on further, his voice a low, agitated growl as he lowered his face to hers as if to punctuate his point. “That is my charge, it’s what you bid me to do and I will not have you risking your life for such a foolish venture, you’re not thinking straight! We are the only ones left! It’s my duty to make sure that all three of you stay alive!” 

She flinched at the reminder. Them, and Vowrawn, perhaps...if he was sneaky enough. But Abaron was right, going back would put him at risk, too. His eyes searched hers frantically, and his hands remained raised as if Abaron wasn’t completely sure he wouldn’t need to hold her back again. D’leah was in half a mind about it herself, she wasn’t sure how to react now. And what her brother-in-law said next put the nail in the coffin, so to speak: 

“Dias dari j'us minti pa saû iki wisa qorit?” he urged, the words a muttered whisper.

The Pureblood matriarch felt her anger fizzle out almost instantly as the realization sank in. The girls....they were only children. They were far too young for this. Too young, they were too young for this talk of death and loss and grief; too young to have to understand if she left them here and did not come back either. Their father’s passing would weigh heavily on them for the rest of their lives, they didn’t deserve to have to lose their mother, and on the same day, too...

She deflated, her shoulders sagging in defeat, and another tremor wracked her frame as she dropped her own gaze to the floor for the moment. “Abe...I-” 

“I know.” he sighed, relaxing as he stepped up to draw her against his chest sympathetically. She almost didn’t react, until she felt his chin brush the top of her head and she realized what he was trying to do. Despite his attempt at the gesture being comforting, D’leah jerked herself away from him to growl warningly. “Dari nindz.”

He looked momentarily taken aback, holding his hands up amicably as he apologised. “I was just...I thought you needed-” “Nu sûa nindz zo ardira!” she snapped at him, but mercifully, turned away from the door and stalked further inside once more.

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Sith translations, in order:

Snichi... - please... 

Nu aki j’us. - I (romantic) love you.

Nunchi woiunoks, oi ai utja. - Sweet little one, it’s alright.

Dias dari j'us minti pa saû iki wisa qorit? - How do you think this will all end? 

Dari nindz - Don’t.

Nu sûa nindz zo ardira! - I’m not a child!

[pies-writes-and-more]

GET TO KNOW ME TAG GAME

I was tagged by @angryteapot THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLINGGGG <3 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

How tall are you? somewhere around 5′6 and 5′7 i think but yo girl is learning to walk in heels. I wanna wear those crazy ass platforms one day xD

What style and color is your hair?  I’ve got southeast asian hair so it’s BEYOND STRAIGHT, cannot hold ANYTHING. It’s black and cut just under my shoulders. I used to grow it out and it used to be down to like the small of my back but I chopped it all off into the bisexual cut and now im tempted to do it again LOL #mybiass

What color are your eyes?  Practically black lol or a really really REALLY dark brown

Do you wear glasses? yep yep yep! Have since i was a kid sooooo

Do you have braces? Nah I was supposed to for a bit but luckily i didnt end up needing them

What is your fashion sense? so i have two split fashion senses living in me LOL first, the comfy girl who literally wants to walk around in sweatpants and leggings and will not take any shit about how its not professional or good looking like stfu im comfy. (This is my usual wear, like i go to class in my pjs if i can). The other side of me is the kind that shows up for work LOL i like to wear nice clothes, ive been getting more into dresses and skirts when I can. Plus walking in some runways (amateur ones cause yo girl can barely walk regularly, let alone in heels and all dressed up), ive been really enjoying being all done up :) 

When were you born? October 15!

Where are you from and where do you live? I’m from Canada, still living in Canada lol no im not from toronto xD

What school do you go to? I go to a uni that’s like an hour away from Toronto - decided i didnt wanna tell yall which xD just in case 

What kind of student are you? I used to be super duper smart, or at least i thought i was, because the middle/elementary and high school i went to were pretty easy. but when i came to uni i had to work a lot harder and actually learn shit LOL im in the faculty of arts which means no science or math for me mwahaha. I study hard but tbh i could probably do better

Do you like school? Eh sometimes. really depends on the prof and study material

Favorite subject? I really like learning about psych in the legal system, i enjoy classical mythology, policing stuff weird shit like that LOL 

How many languages do you speak? Come on i can barely speak english LOL i could probably attempt to get by at french but that’s like a very small 1% probably

Favorite show/s? UHHHHHH at the moment??? I’m a forever lover of Leverage and Ouran High School Host Club. I really like Doctor Who though I’m behind like crazy. I used to be really into Criminal Minds but everyone kept leaving :( I used to binge watch House MD LOL. I watched supernatural for a while, BBC’s Merlin, Sherlock, etc etc 

Favorite book/s? OMG MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE IS THE OCTOBER LIST i cant remember who its by but omggggg

Do you have any regrets? uhhh i have a ton from my highschool years. I wish i learned to say ‘no’ and stick to it a lot earlier in life. i also which i hadnt just gone to uni like everyone told me to LOL 

Dream job? if someone could pay me to just hang out with some cool animals that’d be awesome

Do you want to get married? depends on the person LOL 

Do you want to have children? DOGGOS AND FURRY FRIENDS ONLY

If so, how many? at least 2

Do you like going shopping? indeeeedddd. I love buying things i shouldnt LOL 

What’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? i used to have these recurring nightmares when i was a kid but i can’t really explain it well LOL most of my nightmares include fighting with my mom and family and stuff like that but every now and then ill have one with a fucking serial killer and its terrifying 

What countries have you visited? NO WHERE :’( 

Do you believe in miracles? id definitely like to believe they’re real

How are you? BORED. work is so fucking boring rn im dead

TAGGING: @kaytizzle @steveeology @lil-stark @mybabyboytony @evanstudies @kahlanmars @littlemarvelfics AND EVERYONE ELSE :D 

[ohhicas]

I've only been into comics for a few years, but I've read enough of the old Flash stuff where I adore the classic incarnations of the Rogues. Honestly curious here: what's it like to be a fan of James Jesse back when he was retgonned around 10 years ago and see him brought back but now all mwahaha crazy evil? I'm way more used to Axel (and all that off-panel character development in Nu52, thanks DC) but even I find this kinda weird. Was James ever crazy evil in any arc?

^- me 90% of the time someone says James is coming back to recent media & it’s not a direct continuation of the comics prior to 2004

[ Warning: this is gonna get long and be full of a lot of assumptions. I can never form solid statements and things will get jumbled, because I suck at presenting things ]

[ this is my can of worms hill and you opened it so I’m dYING HERE ]

I mean, back in the earliest ages, no Rogue had a real personality to speak of? They were just “1960s Bad Guy in a different outfit” at the very start, with quirks! Like James having a thing for toys and nuclear powered flying tricycles. It wasn’t until that era ended that they started getting real distinct and into what a lot of ‘classic’ James fans loved and appreciated? 

(I think at least, I’m just One Person here pretending like I even understand HALF of what the ‘classic’ fandom enjoyed. I’m wildly speculating just going off what fanworks I’ve seen produced.)

(I don’t have all my scans anymore but I’ll toss in scans when I have them)

But that’s when we started getting things like James actually having specified friendships with certain people

or clear distaste towards others, and when you could tell he was more of a wild card than the others. Or when he decided to fuck off and hang out in Hollywood with Blue Devil for a bit, even siding with Kid Devil to deck out Captain Boomerang. 

Or when he decided to fuck off to Gotham, to mess with Catwoman by pretending he didn’t know who she was, but absolutely knew who she was because of how she walked and carried herself, but James being James was like “mmmmm long con, nope”

hey lil Cold, gimme all ur guns and don’t question why I’m in drag xoxo

Even then, he wasn’t shown to be vicious yet! He’d hopped around various places, was still considered A Rogue, A Criminal, and as far as any comic reader could tell by trying to count up how many civilians may have been crossfired at, he had no On Purpose deaths racked? Like, the only thing you could really argue was he may have made someone drive their car off a cliff once, but I’m like 98% sure they’re fine. He’s not a murderer, he’s just here for a laugh and a long-con for funsies because he know he can get away with it!

AND THEN WE GET A LITTLE OLDER, LITTLE DARKER

[ I’M PUTTING A CUT HERE CAUSE AFTER I THREW IT INTO DRAFTS, I REALIZED I GOT REALLY LONG, I’M SORRY IF MY LAYOUT SUCKS ASS FOR THIS. ]

little more 90s Hair. Little more 90s stereotypical “But what if EVERYONE WENT TO HELL” demon plots against Satanic Hockey Hair Neron. And James? still wasn’t evil? He was a little dismissive when everyone ELSE died sure but he still in the end turned around like “nghgng I’m THE ONLY ONE”, purposely got his ass down there, regretted it, and then beat Neron at his own game to save the entire fucking world. Because! He could! And he did it so well. STILL NOT EVIL, even when he had a chance right then and there to take over everything alongside Neron should he so desire. Like, two words, maybe some under the table BJs depending on how you feel about that pairing (I don’t), and bam. He would’ve bested nearly any other villain in the DCU save like, Satan himself. Or i guess one of those world destroyers. But we’ll get back around to those BOY HOWDY WE WILL GET AROUND TO THOSE. 

So James! Saves! The world! Sorta! Later they fight Neron again and his kid he somehow had somewhere down the road (it sounds like I’m complaining, i’m not, I love Billy and Mindy both I just wish they showed up like… ever again?) and he sTILL SAVES EVERYONE. 

Piper helps by their 90s ponytails combined. 

Somewhere around here, because dates and timing aren’t my strong suit, he also goes and messes with Bart for a bit. It’s pretty much a Spy Vs Spy episode, but with less bloodshed. 

ANYWAY IT’S AFTER THIS POINT THAT THINGS GET… where I think the majority of “James is a Low Rate Joker” comes from? 

For some unknown goddamn reason, in between issues (James wasn’t a Super Frequent Rogue? He’d show up, sure, but in the huge run of the series he’d just kind of vanish for 20 issues at a time and you’d go “welp, guess he’s still alive”) James went super-cop? like, the FBI? For some reason? Hired James “I am a probably still wanted felon, a man who has escaped jail numerous times, probably never served a full sentence, known Trickster and liar” Jesse. to the FBI. And for so many issues it’s like he legit just. Did this. He threatens to shoot Piper who he was up until this very moment, considerably very close friends with (as far as comics would show Rogue/Rogue friendships), unwilling to help his friend clearly framed for murder of his parents and losing his mind by the day. Despite James talking Hart down a little on the whole ‘THE MAYOR IS ROSCOE ADN NOBODY BELIEVES MEEEEEEEE” thing. 

Also he steals Digger’s dead ass corpse? 

FBI James is a fucking enigma. Here he is standing up for Gay Rights even though Piper is like “mm maybe I should forgive my abuser??”

BUT. AFTER THIS? WE GET COUNTDOWN WHICH IS JUST. Countdown is. IT’s a problem. James’s personality is IMMEDIATELY HORRIBLY u-turned into “well we need SOMEONE to be the Bad Guy to Piper’s Good!” DESPITE. ALL THESE YEARS OF COMICS.This is the shit you’ll see people who don’t know better or just want a reason to hate the Trickster (despite being 100% okay for them to just say he’s annoying/they don’t like his tights/acrobats are stupid) reference. James is, suddenly, very abruptly, a homophobe. Like an “ew don’t touch me” level homophobe because I’m pretty sure DC snorts cocaine and threw a dart at a board for “how could they make these two fight” and landed on GAY RIGHTS IS TRENDING. 

BUTSTILL IN THE FUCKING END OF ALL OF THIS?After so many issues of James being a complete fuckass prick? 

springboards himself from his current job of being railroad face putty to catching bullets to make sure Piper wasn’t gonna die. Without knowing the proceedings of this entire plotline, James out of nowhere after so much gaybashing, still finds it in him to leap into the path of multiple bullets and save Piper. Because, yknow, he’s evil!

Later it’s shown he’s been working to take everyone down (y’know, like when he was in the FBI) and left Piper specific helpful notes to do it himself. Because Evil Bad Guy! Helping his gone-good friend! Take down bad guys! 

DC I STILL HAVE SO MANY GODDMAN QUESTOINgsd

But yeah that’s. That’s where we last saw James. in 2007, dead, after saving Piper when he could have easily pulled a Joker and ripped HIM down to take hte bullets and etcetc, y’know. Something a Very Bad Person would’ve done, like the characterization we’ve seen now. 

His ghost (easily argued as Piper’s own mental construction of James sassing him) sasses Hartley to even, in his mental state, saw off James’s hand so Piper doesn’t have to lug his weight around and has a fighting chance at living. And in the end, when Piper’s fighting the thing that can destroy the fucking world, it’s shown only Piper was the one who could save them? Because his flute, and his musical ability, and [enter DC comic science here]. You could argue this was James, once again, somehow knowing the long-con at play here, getting screwed over at EVERY turn, and sacrificing himself so they ‘good’ team had a fighting chance.You could also argue this is me losing my mind trying to make sense of the things they made James do. (my running argument is he was purposely a prick to push Piper away, so he could keep him safe) 

Also Piper plays James a Swan Song of Queen as the final boss explodes and he’s fully prepared to die. So like. There’s that. 

AND THATS BASICALLY THE COMICS? The main, ‘canon timeline’ comics. I’m missing a LOT of little things here and there, but I’m not missing anything like body counts, or murder attempts, beyond the old Silver Age “Bad guy of the week” things like trying to make Flash’s head explode, or you know. Other “nobody really has a personality, we just have quirks”. 

MY NUMBER ONE GUESS TO WHERE THIS NEW PERSONALITY TREND COMES FROM?

Mark Hamil|’s OG run as him in the old live action show. That characterization was fun, for the time, and I even enjoyed it cause it was just that off the wall and you could tell it was what they used to decide he should be the Joker for the BATS Joker. Consider it a prototype (combined with all the previous comic jokers but that’s not for this long ass post) 

And if it’d stayed there, that’d be it! That’s it! But then JLU came along, and they referenced the old show for their version of James with a sprinkling of early-era comics, and a lot of people loved and watched that show. That was their version of the Trickster, because it was their first meeting with him! And I can’t fault that! But that guy was clearly off his rocker and I’m sure if the JLU allowed a higher rating, it would’ve been even closer to the old TV show. 

And both of THOSE were heavily, heavily referenced for the CW version, which as I’m at this point now means I need to slap my usual anti-CW tag onto things. I hate the CW James. There is so little comic in him it’s almost disgusting, and they ramped up so much of the Joker side of JLU & OGTV he might as well just be the Joker. It’s not a good representation of him at all. I have, also, only seen his first appearance episode, so maybe I’m wrong? But when you fuck up hard on the first run, why would I return for round 2? 

So with ALL THIS– 

REBOOT TIME. Whatever the newnew remake is calling itself. 

At first! With how James was! In the first panel flash of him clearly behind the scenes tugging so many wires and lines, watching everything with a bucket of popcorn while pulling others to his side, sitting pretty in an old museum? warehouse? highlighted in purples and vintage toys, I was like “holy shit this it. This is My Boy, back from the goddamn limbo-dead. It’s him.” But then“taking over the city entirely” to do? What? Turn it into the world’s biggest Trickster themepark? Make everyone wear striped leggings and combat boots? Martial Law of murder if you don’t carry rubber chickens? This is already veering from anything major James has ever done. As it stands I can’t see the gag here. Its’ weirdly dark and edgy, and way too close to something we saw the 90s TV show Trickster do, in the episode where he basically took over the place. The previews show him being what I’m assuming a Judge, Jury, & Executioner joke– and unless this spins into a Clopin song and dance number and his little hand puppet crops up to slam the button on the guillotine, I’m not having it, DC. 

They’re trying to tie him back into the CW, despite the writer saying he really enjoyed the Neron-era things with James (if I’m remembering the interview correctly). And it’s also why you may see me constantly saying “Well I sure as fuck hope Neron shows up” at anything new that’s released, to explain away all of… this.

This isn’t him. If they wanted a murderous Trickster, they should’ve just used Axel. The kid, canonly, tied explosives to stray dogs and homeless people. AXEL is the not-good Trickster, the murderous Trickster, the one you aren’t suppose to feel sorry for beyond being in way over his head due to his young age. 

i think I somehow didn’t answer your question

TL;DR

it sucks? it’s also great because there’s a .5% chance that maybe they’ll do it right and won’t reference the fucking 90s noncomic media. But then they do. And all I can do is laugh and shrug like ‘welp I expected nothing’. But when they get it RIGHT it’s like christmas came early.

[jeezperseus]

A PLOTTING CALL IN TWO PARTS.

like for a msg !

CHARACTERS & INFO.

perseus hayden alexander xavier lehnsherr.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— adopted son of charles xavier & erik lehnsherr. nineteen. pansexual. accidentally married. regenerative healing & healing touch. fc: nick robinson. generation why by canon gray.

split knuckles, impulse tattoos, red solo cups, the copper taste of blood, post-ripped jeans, a story told in two parts, peals of laughter strong as vodka, shaking hands shoved in pockets, greasy fast food, low flying planes, cuffed shoes, the soft notes of a piano, a baseball bat in the back seat.

barbara “bobbi” morse.

APPLICATION / MUSING TAG

— former agent 19. thirties. bisexual. divorced. enhanced. fc: jessica alba. emotionless by drake.

gentle hands, biting remarks, unknown skill, non-disclosure agreements, hidden stashes of cash, studyblr accounts, handmade bullets, a tongue taught to deceive, coffee-mug rims, set shoulders, precise results, minimalism, lilting accent, a broken mirror, clean test tubes, red-painted nails around the hand of a gun.

andromeda rosalie isley-quinzel.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

 — adopted daughter of pamela isley & harleen quinzel. twenty-one. pansexual. single ( see below ). precognition. fc: lana condor. finest hour by cash cash.

whispers from a voice both soft and powerful, sloppily cut hair, pointe shoes, paint stains on every article of clothing, cassandra foretelling the trojan war, dirt under your fingernails, a love a week, the gold tinsel of a crown, unexplainable dreams, bundles of flowers, the soft rustling of worn cards.

roman darkhölme.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— son of raven darkhölme. twenty-four. pansexual. enchanted. persuasion & power absorption. fc: miles heizer. lost boy by ruth b.

the unexpected answer, washing your hands, casual disinterest, stacks of cash, little clear baggies, practiced ease, a silver tongue, whispers of the past, old cobblestone streets, bad decisions in the best way, sweaters and flannel, the burning of flowers, white lab coat, fear of the unknown.

loki.

APPLICATION / MUSING TAG

— the god of mischief. 1000s. fluid. open marriage. fc: daniel gillies & katie mcgrath. wild things by alessia cara.

dark skies, a long steel dagger, fog coming in, green & gold banners held high, the twisted around truth, stories told from a thousand tongues, crooked grin, a crown just out of reach, salt in wounds, ourborous, contrary to a point, blood superiority, loneliness as something else, eyes in the back of your head.

winona falcone.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— daughter of sofia falcone. twenty-six. bisexual. single. darkness manipulation. fc: shay mitchell. take me to church by hozier.

expensive fur, champagne glasses, hands covered in blood, instagram perfect, beautiful but deadly, the rich kids of gotham, sharp edges for a reason, dark hair in waves, a product of a situation, cherry stems tied with your tongue, heels on a hardwood floor, the many shades of red.

skylar helix mccoy.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— daughter of hank mccoy. twenty-two. lesbian. single ( see below ). genetic atavism & genius intelligence. fc: jennie kim. 400 lux by lorde.

a field of vibrant yellow flowers, the yipping of a small dog, fangs bared, constellations of words, no apologies, thousands of discarded ‘what ifs,’ the call of the wild, a small crescent moon necklace, pride without arrogance, false confidence, spitting blood, intelligence without direction.

CHARACTERS & WCS.

perseus hayden alexander.

a former foster care sibling.

it’s been a while, but he’s a pretty memorable kid / hasn’t changed much at all. until age 5 / 2004, percy was in foster care + went through a bunch of homes. this is someone who was in one of them! probs knows stuff abt him that even he doesn’t/doesn’t rem. the possibilities! 

first relationship / current enemy. TAG

basically, it was percy’s first relationship back in his teens !! cute lil puppy love except he’s awful so not puppies more like … squirrels. like his first everything !! and then they broke up n it didn't go great !!! since then it has evolved and gotten much much worse - they’re now totally and completely against each other, hate each other, and will fuck w each other when given half a chance. 

first relationship / current enemy.

basically, it was percy’s first relationship back in his teens !! cute lil puppy love except he’s awful so not puppies more like … squirrels. like his first everything !! and then they broke up n it didn't go great !!! since then it has evolved and gotten much much worse - they’re now totally and completely against each other, hate each other, and will fuck w each other when given half a chance.

barbara “bobbi” morse.

old mission target.

bobbi worked with shield for a very long time! she went on various missions, undercover and classified and the like. on this particular mission, this is someone she was targetting. what for is up to you, but the options are rather open to interpretation. just generally something that would have set them against shield’s desires.

rival.

bobbi being widely competitive when it comes to just about anything (science, training, lecturing) is bound to attract some friendly competition. they’re constantly versing each other, even in the simplest things, like giving out test results or getting ready.

ex that ended on bad terms.

it’s a common story. girl meets person, girl dates person, girl and person breaks up, girl literally hopes person dies in a fire. for whatever the reason, they didn't part ways peacefully. and you bet your sweet ass she plays the part of scorned ex great.

andromeda rosalie isley-quinzel.

poly ship. ( 0 / 2 ) TAG

andy has baggage, certainly. she’s a past weapon x detainee, unbeknownst to her, adopted from a broken family, and had her heart broken by the first person she dated. she’s serial dated for years. but these people, they made her stop & start to appreciate love for what it is again. this connect can be filled by someone of any gender.

ex. TAG

andy was younger and very awfully naive. she’s never really gotten over it. for whatever reason, they broke up— it could have to do with her slightly overbearing personality, or general attitude, or whatever, totally up to you, but it was the other muse’s decision to break up, leaving andromeda heartbroken and now seeking out love in places it’s not.

former prediction.

andy PREDICTED something about this muse, in the past. how long ago and what is up to you. it was something SERIOUS, though, and most likely bad. it could be as wild as death, or marriage, or a death in the family, or a regret, etc. it’s rly up to u !!

roman darkhölme.

childhood love.

this is honestly rly cute. they were lil lil kids when they were friends and were super cute n close. they got fake “married” once or something. they were just best friends who grew apart. now roman is hella dif. he’s manipulative and a total fiend and it’s like “where’s that cute lil kid who promised to fight off all the bad guys in my life??” like … cute n sad.

enemy.

they see him for what he is: a manipulator. they either have past experience with him or are just adept ( VERY adept; he’s good at hiding ) at noticing him. they don’t enjoy him. not his view of the world, his actions, or his drug dealing. roman doesn’t like them for a point. he doesn’t like being exposed.

clientelle.

the darkhölme-mccoy drug dealing business is going great, actually. paragon is full of just the type. and with roman’s skill of persuasion, they haven’t gotten caught yet. this is someone that roman knows from that particular side of his work. he sells them drugs.

loki.

someone he had a kid with.

the other side of the story. not someone he fathered/mothered, but rather someone he had a child w. can be any gender for obvs reasons. how old the child is is up to u!!!

someone he pretended to be someone else with, extendedly.

for them, he pretended to be a different person… for a very extended period of time. it’s a trick he played often, but for them it was honestly excessive. the nature of their relationship is up to you, but upon coming to paragon this person finds out that loki is LOKI ! god of mischief, stories, lies, what have u. they’re probs pissed lmao 

asgardians.

while most midgardians known them as the god of mischief / alien asshole, this character knows a side of loki outside of the lore. they’ve met their kids & can even remember little loki, just around causing mischief, not trying to overthrow odin & what else. they have a better understanding.

winona falcone.

older sibling.

the oldest falcone ! mwahaha. so it’s this whole big thing that WINONA IS THE HEIR, but she wasn’t always. she has an older sibling who was disinherited from the family & cast out. a big ole family disgrace that none of them like to talk about. the reason behind this is up to you ! but it can range from being a MUTANT to a DEGENERATE to being SOFT to whatever. sofia is a pretty uptight gal.

best friend.

she’s not trying to replace raph. she didn’t think she would actually ever be given the chance, and for good reason. i mean, look at what happened to the last guy who took the spot. but they’re friends, for whatever reason ( and, damn, do the people commenting on her instagram posts speculate ).

ex.

she’s always been the exception that proves the rule. her sexuality is no different in that she’s not hte most comfortable with it. it’s just another thing she never told sofia about, lest her position as heir was to be threatened. that makes her exes an interesting story, especially considering she won’t acknowledge some of them.

skylar helix mccoy.

hateship to ship.

open to fem aligning nb & girls / both have reputations that proceed themselves ! sky obvs bc she had one inherently n bc of what happened & the other for w/e reason. pref an xkid. they knew each other when sky was younger but they didnt get along & when they reconnect , they dont get along right either. theyre a PLAYER really. like new girl on their arm every month. sky becomes one of the girls, rly. and sparks fly. and shes mad abt it. they have this antagonistic hatefuck relationship. and she finds herself starting to rly like them, falling in lov w them, unbeknownst to their own feelings (that shes the ONE). and like that

tutoree.

girl is, in fact, a genius, though people of many have expressed their disbelief at such a fact. she literally didn’t have education for eleven whole years of her development and is still ahead of her peers. she tutors in her free time. while totally organized, studyblr style, her teaching style leaves something to be desired in her paraphrasing of many a thing. ( vicki vc king george iii did what? sky vc fucked half of england )

someone who knew her before.

she was a prodigy child. famous beyond her years. even now, she’s on vogue lists, has millions of instagram followers, the whole thing — but for different reasons. this person knew her before she got taken, and are likely a child of the xmen or someone who was at xaviers. they remember the fearless child, ready to dive into anything, the kid who was always the top of her class. brash and happy, but kind, in a way she no longer is.

[inflictuated]

The Nosy Bitch Tag. No tagged but I got bored today and I’ve got this iin my likes for months. Got the text from the ask @afiwashere did (always her, damn...)

Rule: Answer the questions and tag however many ppl you want to know more about

Nickname: Lo, as [lo] with a closed [o] with the roundest sound ever. In french it means “L’eau” = the water and my friends are trying for years now to find my the greatest nickname slash pun. For now, the winner is my ex-roomate with “Waterprof” (water for Lo and “prof” as “teacher”.... ‘cause I’m one. Haha)

Gender: Female

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Height: 167cm

Age: 25

Time: 15:26

Favorite band/ solo artist: Really ??? Well, I’ve been in love for years now about some rock bands, like The Kills or Arctic Monkeys. And I may add Her, and AaRON as bands I love today. And in kpop I’ve fallen in love with Day6 and The Rose and Drug Restaurant, as well as Seventeen and LOTS of other artists.

Song stuck in my head:  ... Currently I’ve got the Macarena in my head. Kill me please.

Last movie I saw: The Wolf of Wall Street by Scorcese last sunday, and I didn’t love it. It was meh. And loooong.

Last thing I googled: Except the “how to I see my search history”, the last thing I googled was “W drama episode 1 vostfr”. 

Other blogs: @macaronviolette It’s actually another email and another dash but yeah. And @joycelight as the aesthetic one.

Do I get asks: Not really, but I get some messages (thank youuu peeps, you’re cute <3)

Why I chose my username: Inflictuated is a mix between “infatuated” and “conflicted”. As my relationship to seventeen when I discovered them last year. And be falling all over again into kpop thanks to one of my students. Thank you, M. 

Following: 72 accounts

Average amount of sleep: I need 7 hours per night, and I usually get them, sometimes it’s more about 6. And if I don’t need to wake up it goes up to 8/9...

Lucky number: 2

What am I wearing rn: skinny jeans, squared button-up and a cosy wool vest on it

Dream job: I don’t really have a dream job as I’m more than satisfied of my current one : I’m a teacher librarian. It’s all about students aged 11-15 and information and media teaching, cultural projects with them and being a dragon in the school library (mwahaha)

Dream trip: Around the whole world. I would love to go to New Zealand, Sweden, Iceland, Canada and Peru. But I also would like to discover Asia as well... Yep.

Favorite food: I’m so french. But real bread with butter and cheese.

Play any instruments: I can play a bit of celtic harp, flute and guitar. A bit !

Play(ed) any sports: horse-riding for a long time, but I did also some dance and gymnastics, as well as roller derby lately and now i don’t do any sport but i’d love to take some boxing lessons.

Eye colour: quite light brown, they are pretty in the sunlight (but then i can’t see because of the light so...)

Most Iconic song: Actually I don’t know...

Languages you speak/are learning: French and English. I’ve learnt a bit of romanian when I was young but now I lost everything.

Random fact: I spend a lot of my time on a roleplay forum based on Harry Potter that I co-administrate with 4 friends of mine. It’s fun and sadistic innovations and I love them.

Describe yourself as aesthetics/things: You know that mug on the shelf, not your favorite one but the one you use from time to time because it has just the perfect contenance ? Yes. I’m that one. Not suitable for every occasion but I’m confident on my own and I do the job quite well. 

I won’t tag anyone but feel free to do it one day if you’re bored, like me hehe (and tag me in it because I’m curious about every people I follow - yep !)