#on that last bit especially

[loren1psum]

Once scene

The continuity had been reset not even a month ago, so I had no way to know what was in store for me in the next few minutes during my meeting with The Temptress. This was the second reset I have been through, but too much had changed too recently, and I hadn’t had a chance to get my bearings yet. Biggest among these changes was the fact that I was a metahuman now, and apparently a POV character to boot.

Normally I would be freaking out with worry about what might happen, but I couldn’t do that right now, the POV was on me, and I was on a schedule. It was more than a little uncomfortable, to have concerns other than my own appear on the edge of my thoughts… influencing me slightly. I had agreed to the meeting off-screen, a little reluctantly, a little coerced, but had agreed nonetheless. I always maintained that metahumans made up or at least exaggerated the effects that being in focus or being the POV had on their decision making to avoid repercussions. Experiencing it first-hand... well I can say that at least now I understand how it can be tempting to make such excuses, but I reassured myself that I was still in control of myself and accountable for my actions.

Uncomfortable as I was as the POV I did not miss the dithering and anxious pacing I would have subjected myself to if I had made my way there off-screen. There were risks involved in meeting The Temptress, but there where risks in everything in the post reset uncertainty, and the Temptress was an old character. Not literally, of course, her age was always vaguely young, especially after this continuity reset. But she was one of the first, she was old in the sense that she was experienced, well established, well respected, probably had more than a little plot armor, though unless I’m mistaken it takes more than a little skill to acquire and maintain that.

That was why I had agreed… I couldn’t know if she was a villain now, she had been everywhere on the spectrum before. I couldn’t know if I was going to be introduced as a joke and never be taken seriously, if I would be made painfully endearing before being even more painfully killed, or any of a number of fates beyond my control. The only thing I knew for a fact, was that she knew much more than I could ever hope to guess about the position I currently found myself in, whatever this meeting turned out to be in-focus, the chance to talk to her off-screen was one I simply couldn’t pass up. The knowledge she might share was my best chance to quickly regain some control over my fate after the reset.

We met at a café; in streetwear mercifully. No matter what iteration of her super outfit you picked from the line-up she’s had over the continuities, I could never get over how impractical and demeaning they were. I was all for empowerment, but to me her outfits never shook off the initial sense of gratuitous indulgence to the male gaze… which to be fair was likely on purpose. Still, you would never catch me dead wearing anything like it, my own outfit had not been revealed yet, but apart from being a little form fitting, it was much more practical, especially for meta-women standards. Though not for that was it any less than mortifyingly embarrassing. I still wasn’t over the fact that I was metahuman now, still had no chance to reconcile it with how much I had criticized and made fun of them during the last continuity.

Sarina Vidal now sat across the table from me, staring behind designer sunglasses and pristinely dressed in an understated coat, white top, black pants and platform heels. It had come as a shock to me when I learned over the phone that Sarina Vidal was The Temptress, shock that lasted all of half a second as the realization of how obvious it was took over me, but that was simply how it was with the big names, their secret identities simply never occurred to anyone outside conspiracy theorists who no-one ever took seriously and there was never a consensus among them either.

Understated as her outfit was now I couldn’t get over how stunning she made it look, how underdressed it made me feel, how expensive it looked, how despite all of that, no-one recognized her as either of her personas. We were sitting at a table in the open, right by the sidewalk, she got plenty of stares alright, which she seemed impervious to, but there was no recognition in them.

She must have seen the disbelief in my expression, the direction of my gaze, she smiled an amused little smirk. That was all we could share of our off-screen thoughts to each other while in the scene though, and the show was about to get going.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Cassidy loves to scare the FNAF night guards..

[sevrinve]

bedtime

[hollytree33]

Hi so I might’ve made a painting of my Inquisitor while trying to mimic Solas’s style so I can pretend he made it

[basslinegrave]

pin-up

b&w originals

[new-revenant]

Twenty something year old Danny becomes a preschool teacher to a class of young meta and liminal kids, he helps to keep the kids calm when they discover their abilities and is genuinely one of the better teachers at the school. He's also a part time member of the Justice League. He's in the middle of a meeting when he gets a call from a freaked out substitute teacher saying one of the kids is stuck halfway through the wall and doesn't know what to do. Danny excuses himself and explains that one of his kids is having a small problem and he'll be right back and then leaves not realizing the chaos he left behind in his wake as the Justice League believe that Phantom has multiple kids and is a single father

I love teacher!Danny AUs, they are always so wacky and fun. And this seems so sweet! I love misunderstanding plots where the misunderstanding is something super simple. And plots where characters think someone is talking about their children children, when they’re actually talking about their students or something. Basically I love this prompt <3

So the JL know Danny is Phantom and stuff, probably are also away that’s he’s a ghost. Danny says that one of his kids is stuck in a wall at school and the substitute teacher is freaking out, so he’s gotta go real quick. Once he leaves one of the members(I’m thinking Flash because…I like him)is like, “Soo…wanna bet on how many kids he has? I’m guessing three-no-four.” The meeting quickly devolves into this conversation, until Batman or someone else steers it back.

After the meeting, rumors spread through the JL about Danny’s kids, and many bets are made. It takes them a while for everyone to figure out that Danny is just a teacher and not a father. Some figure it out faster than others though, but they think it would be funnier if they go along with the father Danny idea. Batman definitely knows what’s going on, he should know what Danny’s job is at the very least. He does consider the fact that maybe he might be a father, but that thought is short lived.

[egophiliac]

the lovers, reversed

(aka I'm still freaking out about Jou)

[omaano]

RexObi Athlete AU for @rexobibingo

featuring soccer player Obi-wan with a love for shorter than nexessary shorts, incurable jumper thief and nerd Rex, and cameo by Cody and Fox who clearly haven't heard about throwing rocks and glass houses (or if they did, they figured they can throw that rock hard and far enough to break all the glass panes on at least two sides in one).

[nanihirunkits]

WE ARE | EP16

[reagan-the-saunders]

Solas - Dragon Age: The Veilguard

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF movie is just Mike getting bullied by animatronics

[skitskatdacat63]

DTS S6E1 "Money Talks" - Fernando Alonso & Lance Stroll

[lilithofpenandbook]

Sometimes Severus comes up to Minerva. Right up behind her when she's busy. He'll stand there for a good minute as she works on marking assignments and cursing the boy's youthful energy and brilliant eyes- both of which directly responsible for his finishing his work in half the time it takes her.

"What is it, Severus?" Minerva sighs. Might as well get the obligatory nonsense over and done with, she was due a dose of Severus's antics by now (Merlin forbid he go more than three days without bothering her with nonsensical questions or infuriating wit).

"Am I ugly, Minerva?" he asked. Never there was a being with such innocence in their voice.

Minerva took a moment to take in a breath and silently call on all her patience and all her strength. "Yes, very." Her tone was blunter than the knives used to decorate at Halloween- an incident with some particularly idiotic third years had them ban anything sharper than the corners of a book during the Halloween celebrations.

Severus gasped as if stabbed. "What? Minerva, I thought we were friends!"

Minerva snorted. "Any time we interact, it's completely against my will."

"Minerva! you lie so shamelessly it shocks me." Severus made as if to swoon, a hand clutching the right of his chest.

"You must be shocked; your heart isn't where it should be."

Honestly, Minerva had to admire the fact that the insolent little kitten did not falter in his dramatics with her pointing out the key flaw in his act. If anything, he seemed to be encouraged.

"Ay! The pain of the shock, it has spread throughout my chest! Ah, I cannot breathe!" Severus swayed on his feet, leaning against the chair that Minerva was sitting in. "Oh, how your lie shocks me!"

"Well, then, you had better tell me what exactly I lied about," Minerva said briskly, "before you gasp all the air out of your skinny little lungs, laddie."

"You said," the boy said, a sudden glint in his eye and none of the apparent weakness, standing to face her and one of those long, delicate fingers pointed straight at her, "you said, that our interactions are without your will."

"That is no lie, what part of this looks like it's my will?" Minerva replied, knowing full well she wasn't going to appreciate the cheeky answer Severus had prepared for her.

"Why, the part where you remain for my company, mother," Severus replied, his voice light. "Surely, if you didn't want this, you would have, in your infinite wisdom, simply have employed your great power and assumed your famous feline form and just walked away from me."

Minerva fought her smile. His cheek was infuriating while his logic impeccable. "Perhaps I am simply conversing my energy, you arrogant wee rascal."

"You? Too lazy to avoid a nuisance?" Severus scoffed. "Minerva, you wound me. Don't you know how I know you? You've done much more to avoid the mildest of annoyances, do you truly think I believe that you are here against your will merely to converse your energy?"

Minerva let him see the flicker of a smile disgusted as a smirk, letting the bothersome raven have a little treat for his cleverness, hinting to him that he had essentially won this particular argument. "At my age you no longer have the patience to waste on annoyances. You learn to value your peace. You will understand that some day, I hope, little one."

"And if I die, my hair still black and my skin still smooth?"

Merlin, did the child have a turn towards the morbid. Minerva ignored the voice in her that told her that this would have been a retort of her own had she been in a similar conversation.

"Then you'll die a fool."

"A fool, perhaps, but my funeral will be the biggest," he replied, moving to sit on her desk and grabbing the biscuit jar. Minerva intercepted, lifting it from his grip and replacing it with a towel. His protests died in his confusion at the towel, and Minerva huffed and began to wipe his hands as if he was a child. She did not trust him to correctly clean his hands after handling goodness knows what when experimenting with his potions and she didn't care if he knew it.

"Aye, and how did you figure that?" she asked.

"Surely if I die young, I shall be the first. Therefore you all will be part of the funeral-"

"What makes you think I would want to attend your funeral, you little rascal?" She let go of his hands, almost satisfied that they weren't contaminated.

Severus ignored her and instead took a biscuit from the jar. "You will all be there, therefore I will have the biggest funeral. If I die old, you all shall be gone, so my funeral will be the smallest."

Minerva tried not to think of how depressing that sounded, how lonely it seemed. For a brief moment she felt guilty for being so old and he so young. She involuntarily could see him in her mind's eye, going through their funerals until he stood alone. She and the others- Rolanda, Pomona, Poppy, even Fillus and Hagrid- they were all of an age, weren't they? They could expect their lives to reach the end around the same time, surely? Severus was but a child next to them, he'd stand alone one day.

Minerva tried to ignore the ache in her chest at the thought of him standing alone. Merlin, no. He was far too young. No.

"You truly are besotted with the morbid and the miserable, you melanchonic masochist," she said, her tone just a trifle too sharp to be a simple retort.

Severus paused, swallowing the biscuit. Then he answered. "Ah, but the morbid is much more fascinating, the forbidden has a certain thrill, dear mother." His voice was a little softer, and his fingers, slightly coated in crumbs, were gentle when he tapped her forehead. He was sorry he upset her.

"You and your thrills," Minerva scolded, "yet you cannot even eat a biscuit without making a mess of yourself." Yet even as she spoke, the hand that she used to swipe the crumbs away, was gentle, almost tender, in its movement. She had quite forgiven him.

How could she remain angry? At this boy who looked at her with a scowl of indignation yet whose deep, dark eyes twinkled with mischief and cleverness and brilliance, who stood taller than her, yes, yet was far more delicate in his build than she had ever been, whose hair was as dark as hers had been in her youth, carelessly falling across his forehead. No, she could not remain angry.

If only he had been in Gryffindor, perhaps then she would have noticed him sooner. Or rather, if only her eyes didn't only open for her Gryffindors. How this boy could ever look at her without resentment and anger, she didn't know. Then again, he had been so incredibly isolated and lonely, was it any wonder he let go of his rightful grudges and instead accepted her friendship?

Minerva blinked as if soot from the fireplace got in her eyes. She didn't want him to notice the tears that almost inevitably formed whenever she thought about him. Who would have thought that she'd cry so much for the little devil?

"I'll leave you to your work, dear mother," Severus said cheerfully, hopping off her desk.

"Aye, after you've cleared out my biscuit jar, you villain" Minerva grumbled, looking into the empty jar. Severus shrugged.

"You ought to see it as a compliment towards your taste, really," Severus said. "But I see I have taken the last of your patience"- for indeed, Minerva looked ready to strangle him- "so I shall take my leave. Good night, my good Headmistress, and may you have peace in the silver embrace of the moon!"

And with a laughing twinkle in his eye and a boyish bow, Severus Snape left the room.

Minerva sighed. She wasn't sure if it was out of relief, or because she may have felt some sorrow at his departure.

The door opened again, and a rather meek Severus poked his head in.

"Er, Minerva?" he asked.

"Yes, Severus?"

"Er." Severus stepped in, looking away from her, walking with the awkward gait of a newborn foal, and the nervousness of a deer. "Er, Minerva?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"Am I really ugly, mother?" His voice was a whisper. His raven hair curtained his face, hiding his shame at asking such a pathetic question, and his fingers picked at one of the cuticles of a nail.

Minerva smiled, and walked to him. Softly she brushed the boy's hair out of his face and gently tucked it behind his ear.

"Only as long as you let yourself believe it, dear heart."

[temeyes]

*taps your shoulder*

Ghost would 100% definitely be the type to say put*ngina (heneral luna style) in any social context po

*runs away* 🏃‍♀️💨

so true (he's like me like for real)

[aroaceleovaldez]

i think the thing i'm most disappointed about with riordanverse fandom now versus like 2014 is not only has the fandom not gotten any less racist or queerphobic or ableist (in fact in some regards its gotten worse!) but now it's just boring too. like there's no fandom infrastructure anymore - the community these days is almost entirely source material-driven - and you deviate from canon even slightly people get weird about it. whatever happened to the post-HoO fanon boom. the fandom needs to get weirder again. and self-sufficient. and less offensive.

[apradonite]

kaneanigans