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[absentmindedadmirer]

HifuDo Headcanons

Hifumi used to stretch out his arms towards Doppo at the entrance of their apartment when the man came home from work.

He did it initially as a joke but now it's a test: If Doppo swats him away, the man had an okay- only slightly gruelish day at work, if Doppo sinks into his arms, it's been a bad day and Hifumi holds him for a while before tucking him into bed before heading to work.

Hifumi loves any picture of Doppo, especially candid photos. He smiles like a goof at them on his phone.

And then when he eagerly shows other people the pics, they're like "wtf he looks dead" and Hifumi's like "!! that's a part of the charm tho!!! hes so cute!?!"

In high school, they would have something like a confessions twitter, and Hifumi would receive so many confessions on the account.

Doppo was unsettled by this and Hifumi assumed it was because he was jealous and he started sending confessions about Doppo to make him feel better about it. Doppo isn't sure how to feel about the anonymous confessions but he pretends to be grateful for Hifumi's sake, making Hifumi feel something. [He's about to be jealous of himself, oh my god]. Doppo sends confessions to the account, but they're so detailed and sincere that he think he'd rather die before Hifumi finds out. Hifumi usually starts being more earnest trying to get Doppo to realise but everything just seems to fly over that man's head. They don't talk about it ever after so that's their little secrets locked in their head to this day.

Doppo, on whims, sends selfies to Hifumi. Mainly because he thinks the other will like it. He often gets too embarrassed and deletes them, but Hifumi archives all of them on his phone~

Hifumi has gotten trouble before for gushing too much about Doppo to his guests.

He can't help it because he likes talking about Doppo, but when asked further questions he denies that Doppo's just a friend but says that they're not partners, thoroughly confusing everyone who asks. His boss sat him down saying that it's not that much of a turn-on for people to figure out their host won't shut up about their husband.

Doppo likes it when Hifumi strokes his hair and falls asleep faster when he does so.

Hifumi tries to sneak into Doppo's bed, who often wakes up in the middle of the night due to fits of restlessness so he notices.

...He waits 'till he's sure Hifumi's asleep and then cuddles him until he gets up to go to work.

Hifumi, while doing laundry, decided to put on Doppo's office jacket as a joke and waved it in front of Doppo.

Doppo, annoyed, decided to wear Hifumi's jacket in vengeance (as one does). The jacket's thicker than his office one and his hands peek out the sleeve and Hifumi proceeds to die. [Also the reason why Hifumi tries to put the jacket on Doppo whenever he can]

Doppo was so tired he couldn't see what shampoo he was using and ends up using Hifumi's.

Hifumi is ecstatic that Doppo is going around smelling like him and tries to sneak more of his products into Doppo's daily routine while the other calls him a weirdo. [And if Doppo uses some of those products permanently? Nobody's business.]

Doppo's little brother used to think Hifumi was the weirdest mfer ever.

Hifumi tries to get close to him really early on because he's Doppochin's little bro, but said brother usually gets put off and hides himself whenever Hifumi comes over. He has a change of heart earlier when Doppo earnestly tells him how happy Hifumi makes him and that's enough to like Hifumi. Also, yeah, they go shopping together for Doppo's birthday and Christmas presents.

Hifumi likes cupping Doppo's face in his hand, mostly because he looks adorable-- with his face squished like that. Secondly, because Hifumi likes physical contact so he tries to by any possible means, to fix Doppo's hair, to direct his attention somewhere, when flirting, etc.

Doppo never has to use any force when grabbing Hifumi's hand or leading him anywhere.

Anything as light as a tug on Hifumi's sleeve or even grabbing a finger is enough for Hifumi to follow him anywhere.

Doppo would never say any of the embarassing things that Hifumi does in public and to Doppo's face. But when Doppo's alone with other people, all he can manage is mention Hifumi every few sentences.

When Doppo gets new acquaintances, Hifumi goes into hawk surveillance mode to make sure they have good intentions because he absolutely rock someone's shit if they don't.

Hifumi has two thoughts: He wants everybody to see how cool Doppochin is, He doesn't want people to be too close to Doppochin because that's Hifumi's spot.

Sometimes work drains Hifumi and he needs to recharge. Usually cracking the door open and seeing Doppo sleeping, so peaceful and calm, is able to make him feel better. [And if he slips in too, then...]

One time that Doppo tries to make lunch for Hifumi, but literally ends up burning everything, switching sugar for salt, using the wrong ingredients, and other war crimes and atrocities to food.

Hifumi busts out laughing when he sees Doppo sulking at the table with abomination plated on nice dishes. He does end up sitting down and eating it for Doppo's sake, telling him its really good (it tastes like ashes and misery). Doppo ends up going to Rio to ask for advice, rejecting Hifumi's offer to teach him, and Samatoki and Jyuto look at him like he's insane.

Hifumi can flirt very well with Doppo in host mode but a little less so regularly because he just doesn't think to be smooth. He just blurts whatever comes out of his mouth and its cheesy and sappy as hell naturally.

God forbid Doppo ever pull out a move on Hifumi, he would disintegrate.

Doppo has seen some of his coworkers with cheesy romance novels when they think the boss isn't looking. He looks down on them at first, but he does end up picking them up.

He desperately hides it from Hifumi because explaining that would be a pain. And occasionally he thinks about using some of the lines and scenarios, but often flakes out on them. Hifumi finds the book on the counter because Doppo left it there in a hurry. So guess who recreates them? Doppo's going to dig a grave and bury himself in it.

Haha,,, thinks about them a lot,,, Some of these are from my one Hifudo fic Playin' With Our Hearts-- Perfect Combo!

Some are frooom other fics that I have drafted and some are just bc im mentally ill, hey.

[Sketchie's Fandom Archives || Archive of Everything I've Done~]

[neverjustblue]

(Click on the Image for better quality) Jason, Piper, Leo, and Will from @schooltown-follies’s HOO rewrite fic, Eschatology on ao3!

I have soo much to say about this fic. PLEASE go read it i’m soo invested!! I had so much fun drawing this interpretation of the characters, even if I had to redraw Leo and Will one thousand times and still don’t really like how Will looks. May have to redraw him at some point :)

For the authors, I hope you enjoy these drawing and I hope i got them accurate! They aren’t fully rendered, and the lineart is loose and sketchy, but I hope you still like it!

A link to the fic, for those interested!!

[putschki1969]

Let's address THAT blog

Many of you might have noticed a few blog posts being shared on social media relating to the most recent Kalafina reunion drama. I've had a lot of people send links to me asking for my opinion on the matter so I thought I'd briefly talk about the whole thing myself. For those who don't know, a few days ago, following the release of the Nikkan Sports article and the subsequent official announcements about the upcoming Kalafina Anniversary Live, a Livedoor blog popped up out of nowhere titled "FictionJunction & Kalafina Behind the Scenes". Currently, there are three main blog posts available discussing a variety of topics, namely

① The truth behind Kajiura Yuki's departure from the agency ② The truth behind Kalafina's split and hiatus ③ The activities of the members and Kajiura after Kalafina's hiatus ④ The circumstances that led to Kalafina's reunion and the truth behind Kajiura's anger ⑤ Rights related to Kalafina

The contents of ① and ② are discussed in the first blog post, the second blog post is focusing on the contents of ③ and ④, and the details of ⑤ are presented in the third blog post.

UPDATE: As of October 8, the blog seems to have been deleted so the above links no longer work. If you ask me, this is even more proof that the author cannot be trusted. Thankfully, there are internet archives so nothing has been lost. Archived Post 1 Archived Post 2 Archived Post 3

I am not planning to dissect every little detail of this very long essay but I would like to provide some important context that will surely put things into perspective for many readers. Without further ado, let's get to it〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

The person who runs the aforementioned blog is the same person behind the sketchy FJS YouTube Channel that uploaded the supposedly unreleased "sprinter" audio. I talked extensively about the matter in THIS as well as THIS post and together with some fellow fans, we were able to debunk that account's claim of authenticity. In an ASK from a couple of days ago, someone actually told me that they had seen weird statements in that account's YouTube Community referring to an extensive plan to summarise all the behind the scenes info of the Yuki Kajiura/Kalafina debacle. Looks like that plan has come to fruition in the past few days because we now have those three ultra-long blog posts floating around all across Twitter.

I'm gonna reiterate what I said in my response to the ASK above. This person is without a doubt a knowledgeable fan. I reckon that they are much more obsessed than a majority of fandom (including little old me) so they've surely memorised/internalised every word written or said on social media platforms, every pamphlet and FC bulletin interview, every tabloid news article, and every other notable statement that has ever been uttered by the involved parties. When it comes to information that has been shared publicly, I doubt there are many casual or even long-term fans who can claim to have such a thorough understanding of all the "facts" as this person does, especially considering that most of the relevant events have taken place over the course of several years. Thanks to the huge amounts of accumulated knowledge, this person is able to make a solid case for themselves, at face value, everything they write sounds legit and professional.

But here is the big issue. They are first and foremost an imposter aiming for attention and clout. How do I know this? Let me explain! Not only did they initially claim to be an "Official FJS" account on YouTube, they also pretended (and are still pretending) to have access to previously restricted content, such as live audio from Sony. None of those things are true of course. The "official" label was removed from the account name and handle rather quickly once people paid closer attention and started questioning the legitimacy of the account and everything it claimed to offer. As mentioned above, the seemingly exclusive "sprinter" recording turned out to be totally fake (although this person is still pretending it is legit).

With their brand new Livedoor blog, this person is going even further. They are claiming to be an "industry insider", someone who has "formerly been affiliated" with Yuki Kajiura and Kalafina. I call bullshit! Based on what we know from their YouTube activities, we have absolutely no reason to believe this person is telling the truth in this matter. That short, little intro in every single blog post is proof enough that everything that follows cannot and should not be taken too seriously. By starting out your essay with a phrase like "whether you believe it or not is up to you" you are basically diminishing the credibility of your work. The author is simply covering their back with the inclusion of this clause because they are very much aware that they are lying and masquerading as someone else. In this first paragraph, there is also talk of "nothing but facts" being included in the essay. Hardly! While I do actually believe that the basic framework is made up of "facts" that have been gathered through a lot of research referring mostly to primary sources (i.e. statements made by the involved people themselves via different media outlets), there is also a frighteningly heavy reliance on information that has only ever been published in tabloid articles so in my opinion, it is not fully trustworthy (particularly true for some of the things discussed in part ① of the essay relating to the management drama that caused YK's departure). Also, this person has the unfortunate tendency to embellish specific situations with their own little headcanons, resulting in an overly dramatic portrayal of things. This not only serves to victimise/infantalises certain involved parties (especially in the case of Keiko), it also leads to a subtle vilification of other involved parties (particularly affecting Wakana). Needless to say, this is not something I approve of because it only creates more confusion and drama among fans.

All right, this is pretty much the gist of the context I wanted to provide for you. I'm not telling you to not read those three blog posts, quite the contrary actually, go ahead and read them, put them through Google Translate if you have to, you should be fine with that. You will get a more or less solid overview of everything that has happened in the past few years (and if you've followed my blog diligently, you'll find that a lot of the things stated in the essay will align with what I've shared). The facts and timeline mostly check out so you can rest assured that you are not being fed straight-up lies (with the exception of the author's background of course). But please, do me a favour and take everything you read in there with a huge grain of salt! This person isn't an insider and they are not privy to any "exclusive" information. They are solely relying on information that is readily available online or in various publications. Also, be aware that the author is actively trying to deceive us by pretending to be someone they are most definitely not. This alone should be cause for suspicion.

I'm not sure what is prompting this person to make such claims. They could just as well admit to being an obsessed fan who has dedicated their whole life to knowing every single detail about their idol and who would even go as far as to create/come up with "new" content/information to appeal to fellow fans. By simply acknowledging that fact, this person would instantly appear to be more authentic. I mean, I know what I am talking about because I myself am very open about those things. I am aware that I am much more invested in Kalafina than your run-of-the-mill casual fan, hence, I have amassed a lot more knowledge than most other people in this fandom. But even if you are this level of hyperfixated and obsessed, it still doesn't give you the right to play pretend. Once fans start to claim that they've some sort of affiliation to their idols which gives them access to insider information, you'll know that in 99,9% of cases, they've become delusional. They get off on being seen as "special" and they know that most casual fans will not fact-check anything they say so they can just continue to expand their little fantasy. This way, they will gain the attention and validation they so desperately seek.

[myfairkatiecat]

Della fic for Kale!

@kale-of-the-forbidden-cities this is for you! <3 Based on your Della Vacker lore! (You guys should have seen the way I SQUEALED when I saw I had a kale fic request)

Summary:

It isn't that Della didn't want Alden to propose to her.

Tag List

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[olderthannetfic]

Ok, wow, this is NOT the type of ask you seem to get usually, but this appears to be my best option...

I'm seeking out a post that is not particularly fandom-y in nature, but I was reminded of it after reading the earlier anon who was burned out from AI discourse - I totally feel the same way, and there was a really great lengthy textpost I reblogged a few months ago (read: "I read it any time from, like, April 2024 to almost a year ago......sorry") that I cannot find on my blog nor on tumblr in general - either because the post has been completely nuked from the internet OR because I'm just bad at SEO searches and remembering the keywords that were actually IN the post. I'm hoping it's a me issue or, if the post IS nuked, at the very least someone here remembers it and has an internet archive link or screenshot or something????

to get to the point, there was a post that was like (paraphrased, quote marks are not literal quotes):

"When it comes to the anti-AI crowd on tumblr, there's basically two schools of thought: people who completely hate AI and everything about it and are opposed to all forms of AI without even learning what AI really is. These people are stuck in their ways and generally can't be reasoned with.

Then there's a second group who are against AI for pretty good reasons - they really are worried that AI is gonna completely take over and steal artists' livelihoods, those who criticize it for environmental activist reasons, etc. These people generally can be reasoned with as they're truly misinformed, and in fact they would be - or already are - receptive to a less harmful AI."

The post then went on to compare AI to other forms of automation and made some really great parallels; such as bringing up the fact that stores that have both self checkout AND cashiers tend to be the best business models, because people who have their preferences can choose how they want to shop, AND we can utilize automated checkouts without completely getting rid of cashiers, which is obviously good for a lot of reasons.

It also debunked a lot of common fearmonger-y arguments against AI, i.e. explaining what "training AI" really entails, with some general copyright-critical philosophy in general. (I don't know the actual, like, political term, if one even exists, but basically they were talking about flaws with "intellectual property" as a concept - or at least how IP works today and why it works the way it does.)

There was also a really good addition to the OP's thoughts that I liked, with another user talking about: Essentially people who are gonna use AI would likely have done something else sketchy anyway, even if AI as it stands today didn't exist. For example, chatGPT isn't to blame for plagiarism. The people who use chatGPT to do their homework would, in an earlier time, likely go on Chegg / pay someone to write an essay / reuse their old work / etc. Likewise, the people who tell open AI to make artwork for them likely wouldn't make (or try to make) their own artwork anyway, nor would they even commission someone. They talked about how since fandom is so damn divided on the topic of AI, that the artists who DO feel as if their commissions are being taken away from them, or the writers who DO fear AI taking over fanfic.......well, to put it nicely, those people likely wouldn't really be losing many fans in the first place. You didn't lose a commission to AI - that person never would've commissioned you in the first place, and the people that do commission you hate AI as much as you do. You're not losing readers to AI - people who choose AI fics over yours are likely already the impatient type who can't handle waiting more than a week for an update, so they just make AI feed them 10k in one sitting! And the people who DO comment and read on your stuff, also hate AI!

I definitely did not agree with every single point made on the post (ie i dont think the self checkout metaphor was a great direct parallel logistically, but I def picked up what they were trying to put out and overall agreed with the general sentiment), overall it made a lot of really, really, really good points about the AI debate that I'd truly never considered before.

I know I've damn near rewritten the whole post myself now at this point but I also know there's a lot of stuff that I'm missing or that I just can't word and I'd love to know if anyone else has seen this post or has it on their blog in some capacity.

--

[kradeelav]

Hey Krad, do you have any advice for starting a website like yours? I love the idea of starting a website to host my fandom and personal portfolio, and maybe get back a piece of the old internet. How did you put yours together?

hey there! great question, and the good news is there's a lot of ways to go about it.

the bad news is, there's a lot of ways to go about it.

to simplify things, there's kind of ... three "tiers" to the back-end of how to create a website. let's break it down below.

high ease, low customization. (wix, weebly, squarespace, etc. you pay a company + they give you a bunch of themes and pre-made pages for you to drop images in.) can have one of these online in 2-3 hours, but it often "feels" templated and sterile.

medium ease, medium customization. (making a theme from scrach with tumblr's custom code editor, hybrid sites with some pages in pure code, some with wordpress grafted onto some subdomains). this is what i'd classify my site as, as I use wordpress for my logs for brainless updating. while i'm confident coding single/static pages, i just don't have the time or brainwidth right now to make a complex archiving system.

low ease, high customization. (neocities, pure html/css/coding). the downsides to this is oftentimes these sites are not phone-friendly, and there's a steep learning curve. but for the quintessential "old internet" experience, by far the best route to take. there's also something really empowering about learning why things work the way they do.)

some of this can be super intimidating if you're starting from 0 coding knowledge; there's no shame in switching to a templating software. hell i started with weebly and dicking around in tumblr's custom code template for a solid 5 years before making my current site, and that was with a previous 5 years of sketchy html experience) you're not gonna learn everything overnight.

but! as long as you keep a curious and inquisitive mind, you can't go wrong.

one last encouragement: there's kind of a mini renaissance with custom sites right now, especially in neocities circles, so you're kinda in luck in that there's more resources than ever. i love scumsuck's guides, and fancoders (the community) is also all over this too.

good luck!

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Techno takes on a sketchy babysitting gig to make some money. Hs’s not entirely sure they’re not trying to murder him.

Author: @opheliabloo

Note from submitter: SBI is fantastic and this is the stupidest crack fic I have ever read - which I mean in the literal most loving way. It's a great fic for when I just need some mindless fun and good vibes

[wufflesvetinari]

Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3

Relationships: Wyll & Ansur in an exciting/creepy destiny-laden alliance, Wyll & Ulder’s whole deal, and a li'l Wyllstarion also

Wordcount: 10k, complete

Setting: Canon AU where the Ansur quest is relevant to Wyll’s life. set in Wyll’s childhood + the game’s canon timeline.

Additional Info: my contribution to @wyllweek day 5: both the prompts “Heart of the Gate” and “Coming of Age”!

I am VERY proud of how this turned out. everybody dies, bitch, let’s get you a sketchy dragon buddy & some strange and terrible visions

AO3 Summary:

There’s a creature in Wyll’s mirror. It calls itself the Heart of the Gate.

[aylish91]

You! You beautiful, creative, amazing person! It's your fault I got back into the fandom and now I'm hyperfocused on Leviathan!Tale, again! (No but seriously your works are amazing and you should be proud of yourself!)

I have a request for Leviathan!Tale, (if you have the time) when did the reader join the shiver? And how? Were they wondering alone? Maybe almost killed off for being different? How did the others react to reader joining? Were they scared and refused to eat unless Nightmare or Dream was near?

Hello beautiful Anon! I deeply apologize for how long this has taken me to get to. I have kept it and hoarded it like a dragon with its precious treasure. It has brought me such great joy every time I reread it.

I have made this for you, dear friend. I hope you are still with us undertale folk, and thank you! May you find answers within these chapters!

For those looking for the new/fresh chapter:

or below

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New awakenings

Ugh.

You did not feel quite right. Your body was heavy and ached like you were coming down from a fever, lungs and throat burning and agitated. Guess it serves you right for going out on such a stormy night. Shrine Rock was sketchy to traverse on the best of nights, what possessed you into thinking you could do it with no moon and turbulent seas?

Uuuugh. You could be extremely reckless sometimes, but at least you were alive. A bit worse for wear, but alive.

Shifting, you contemplated opening your eyes. Despite your condition, you were starving and needed to get up and ready. It would be the last morning in your childhood home on the island and you had to get to the ferry by nine if you were going to make the bus into the city. You could tell by the muted bickering of your neighbors that it was already far past time you should have woken.

Groaning, you rolled to reach for your phone, blanket tangling around your legs uncomfortably. Shifting again, you weren’t expecting your bed to move or something else to wrap around you. Eyes snapping open, a frightened gasp left you breathless.

You weren’t in a bed at all. You weren’t even in your house. Wrapped around you were absolutely massive tentacles boxing and encasing you within their mass. They were a deep black, hints of bioluminescence giving them an iridescent sheen.

Warm.

Alive.

R e a l.

You would have thought you were in some sort of dream if you couldn’t physically feel every panicked movement. It made you roll and squirm, trying to bring your legs up to brace yourself against them. It also made you realize why the blanket had been so uncomfortable.

There was no blanket. And there were no legs…

In place of your legs were a mass of bunched and tangled tentacles, much like the giant ones surrounding you. They were curled up close to your center, winding amongst themselves. Out of reflex, you pushed away from them, only to have them unfurl and chaotically flail around. It was uncanny how you could feel each individual limb as they whipped around.

Then, everything tumbled and moved, the larger tentacles sliding away to open to the outside. There was a drastic drop in temperature as water flowed around you. Your breath hitched. Hunching into yourself, you frantically looked around.

To your horror, an animated skeleton seemed to climb or slide over the top of one of the tentacles, black trailing down from its sockets with a shark’s lower body. The connection of bone and body was seamless from the lower ribs down, some sort of glowing energy in the shape of a target above its bony chest.

You couldn’t move as it spoke.

“Finally! Would ya look at that. You made a little you boss.” It swam closer. “How interesting.”

Another, larger, voice vibrated the water. “Killer—"

To say you had a bit of an overreaction was an understatement. Adrenalin swamped your systems when the creature came forward with an outstretched clawed hand. Crying out, your first reaction was to kick it away. However, without legs to kick, your tentacles were the things that lashed out.

Two smashed into the face of its skull as a third and fourth wrapped around their arm. Startled, the creature jerked backward with a yelp, pulling you further into the open. Your limbs tightened, the rest flailing and grabbing anything they could reach. In the end, you grappled both of its arms and the majority of its torso.

You both made undignified panicked noises as tentacles and fins thrashed about, each of you doing your best to simultaneously free yourself while attempting to maintain some sort of hold on the other. The glowing target pulsing above his sternum continued to glow brighter and more erratic. One of your tentacles almost made contact with it but the creature managed to grab the appendage with a desperate snarl before it could.

“Boss! Nightmare!” A different tentacle found an opening around an upper rib causing a choked gasp. “A little help!!?”

You were so preoccupied unwillingly wrestling that you missed the laughter building around you. It took the rising rumbling chuckle vibrating the water again before you noticed it all.

Why was it so familiar…

Water swirled around you before large dark skeletal hands gently took hold of you, slowly removing your offending appendages from their target. “Calm yourself little fish. Do not fear. You are safe here among my own.”

You stilled, eyes wide.

The great Guardian Nightmare, thought to have been nothing more than a dream, held you in his hand, his fabled servants hovering not too far past the edges of his great limbs.

His shiver of loyal sharks.

Skeletal Mer sharks…

All the stories and warnings your grandmother had ever told you swarmed your mind. Everything simultaneously made sense and didn’t. You had heard many stories of the guardians saving wayward travelers and those loyal to them. But you were regular old you.

Had you really been judged and chosen?

…

Your thoughts were interrupted by a skeletal mer with shimmering golden fins and eyelights appearing over Nightmare’s shoulder, their subtle glow stunning you into stillness.

Their voice was as soft and smooth as you had once imagined…

“We’re glad you are finally awake. We were beginning to worry.” Gliding closer, he smiled, just close enough to be friendly. “I’m Dream. It is lovely to finally meet face to face. Nightmare was quite quick to hide you away.” His eyelights brightened with a sly look back. “My brother seemed to think you were quite agreeable.”

The giant hand you were in pulled away, another coming to shield you from view. “Brother. Perhaps you could be more useful and take the others to fetch some nourishment. Their sleep has been unexpectedly long.”

Circling your living barrier, Dream chuckled, playfully twirling his body as he went. “Of course. This is quite the occasion. If I must, I will keep the others busy while you get them comfortable.” Flicking his tail, he slipped past the shiver to call over his shoulder. “Come along then. We wouldn’t want anyone else spooking them and ending up like Killer.”

The circling mer erupted in laughter once again, the mer from before giving an indignant squawk as he darted after the mischievous guardian. It wasn’t long before the sound of their teasing banter faded into the distance.

The tension in your shoulders and… limbs eased, your fears fading away. Settling into the palm, you idly wrapped around the large bony fingers as you processed. Despite how far down you seemed to be, the world seemed clear and bright. Sunken ships of various ages littered the open expanse around you, your host casually sprawled atop an old wooden vessel elevated atop a rocky platform.

You knew beyond shrine rock was referred to as the depths, but still. How had something like this never been discovered? None of this felt real. You didn’t feel real, but the subtle twitch of tentacles and the feel of the cool water around you kept you grounded.

Your Grandmother’s stories didn’t do any of this justice.

You took a breath and looked up when you felt everything shift, Nightmare’s low calming voice bringing you back to him. “You must be full of questions. It is not very often a mortal finds themselves within our realm.”

You did have a lot of questions, but they all swirled and meshed together until they stuck in your throat. What was appropriate to ask? How should you address such a being? What did he expect of you?

Looking into the dark skeleton’s singular eyelight, A sense of calm overtook you. You had already talked with him before. There was no need to be so afraid. No questions had been wrong and there was no proper way to speak with him. Simply being yourself had been enough.

He had been so curious, kind, and alluring…

Regaining your courage, you attempted your voice. It cracked and burned, but you managed. “I had thought all of this was a dream, but… If this is true, I offered you my… Shouldn’t I be…”

He hummed, socket lidding. “Dead? Indeed. But I did warn you. When you offered me your soul, I took it for myself. You live, because I breathed life back into it.”

You could feel the sting around your eyes. “Why?”

“You intrigue me. It is rare to find someone such as yourself and you had already proved your loyalty. Sometimes, for a being like me, that is all that is needed.”

You mulled that over as you fought your emotions. “You are a Guardian. A king of the deep abyss. You chose to save me, grant me one of your gifts, because I was Interesting?”

That same deep chuckle vibrated the water, his body moving to lean against the mast. “In a way, little fish, yes.” He paused, grin turning solemn. “As I said that night beneath my raging storms. I am a greedy and selfish creature. I found you upon that rock, worshiping a being you had never seen and who had been silent for a great many years. You were not angry or pleading when you witnessed my approach. You did not beg or demand anything of me. We spoke cordially, as if we were equals. And when I then offered you my most coveted of gifts, you instead offered me that which was most sacred of yourself.” Tilting his head, he delicately ran a clawed bony finger under and along a few of your tentacles. “For that, you have earned my favor. Whether from my own greed or your appealing nature, it matters not. I have already claimed you as my own.”

Just like the night you died, you found yourself in utter awe of him, a warmth spreading through your chest from his admission. You couldn’t help redirecting away from yourself and your bubbling mix of feelings.

With a shaky chuckle of your own, you playfully looked up. “You might regret this later, you know. Look at me, I don’t even know how to tentacle properly.” As if by fate, one immediately jerked back to smack you in the face, making you grunt and quickly shove it back down.

The Guardian, much to your embarrassment, did a good job holding back a laugh, only letting out a quick rush of air… water?... before hiding behind an amused smile. “You will learn in time. You are still young and new. A pup does not learn everything in a single day.” He turned his head. “Isn’t that right, Cross?”

Your entire body twitched when you followed his gaze. A skeletal shark mer with one red and one white eyelight hovered a little away from the mass of Nightmare’s tentacles. The thing that struck you the most, however, was the jacket and belts he wore despite being underwater. The jacket was black and white with a fine amount of floof around the edges while two belts criss-crossed on what would have been his waist. The next thing that got your attention was his tail. Purplish in hue, it darkened around the tips of his fins and reminded you of a thresher shark’s tail. It especially gave you that impression when compared to the first mer, Killer’s, mako-esk body. When he looked up in greeting, there was a small scar beneath his right socket.

He looked uncomfortable, sending subtle glances your way as he fidgeted with something in his hands. “Um, yeah...” There was an awkward silence until he coughed. “I uh… Dream sent me back with something light while he helps the others. They went topside closer to the reef.” He held out a small mesh bag with what looked to be two crabs moving about inside.

Nightmare sighed. “I see. Let us take it elsewhere then.”

You had to brace yourself when everything around you began to move. Bringing you near his chest, Nightmare slipped down from the ship towards the bottom of the rockface. Once there, he ever so gently extracted you from his palm and fingers to set you down amongst a soft pile of seaweed and sand. Backing away, you watched in awe as he maneuvered the bottom half of his body into the curved opening of a cave. Even though it wasn’t very deep, it was enough to get his tentacles snugly within. It allowed for a better position next to your resting place more at your level. While you watched, Cross hesitantly swam down to join you, staying closer to Nightmare’s elbows a safe distance away. He didn’t relax until the Guardian had settled.

Loose sand clouded the water where the leviathan lay. “There. Now, if you would Cross.”

The mer scrunched into his jacket, looking anywhere but at you. “Yes sir.” Ever so carefully, he swam close enough to hand you the bag. “It’s not much considering, but they still taste good.”

…

Yep. Live crabs. You now had a big bag of crabs, and it wasn’t even market day. You suppose you were going to have to put them in your mouth.

Heh… Focus.

You had never eaten a crab raw before and they were still moving. Would the meat come out the same if it wasn’t cooked? Were you still susceptible to seafood poisoning now that you weren’t technically human? You were starting to get nervous.

Just staring…

Cross didn’t know what to do with that, becoming visibly more distressed. “I mean, I could go get urchins or oysters or something?”

You felt just as awkward. “No, no. This is fine. I mean, the other two things sound wonderful too, but I can just… Uh… I’ve never eaten it raw before? And they are still alive so… Um…”

You were floundering.

Nightmare chuckled when understanding dawned on Cross’ face. “Oh. Yeah. I forget humans like to cook their food.” Your tentacles curled when he came forward again, this time getting close enough to reach inside the bag. “They should be fine to eat. None of us have any problems. Here.”

Taking one of the crabs, he turned it over before jabbing the underbelly down the center with a crack. With it now limp, he grabbed all the legs on one side, pulling the entire chunk away from its body to hand to you. You tried not to grimace.

You had seen the fisherman at the docks and market do something similar (although either with a sharp knife, pick, or bang) so you weren’t surprised. But it was still raw, and he made killing it with his fingers seem so easy.

Cross was watching with such hopeful attentiveness now though. Quietly thanking him, you gave him a gentle, yet uneasy, smile and did your best to separate meat from the base portion connecting the legs. Using your newfound sharpened nails, you were able to get some just fine, and the smell was actually quite nice.

You still hesitated.

“Go on, little fish. You need it. Others before you have questioned. They too found their way. You will find your taste in food has changed alongside you.”

You couldn’t really argue with that. He was an ancient being after all who had undoubtedly gone through this with countless others. You wondered if Cross was one of them.

Nodding, you took a breath and made the plunge. It was startling how different it tasted compared to when it was cooked. Or when you had been human? It was good! Better than plain, although, you wished you were able to dip it in butter. Your stomach was at least ready to accept more if nothing else. The single taste was not enough.

You were suddenly aware of just how empty your stomach was, quickly digging, mashing, and pulling more from your meal. Cross graciously passed over the other half during your ravenous display, taking the time to prepare the second crab for you as you ate. You were so focused on eating at the time, you almost didn’t catch the dopey grin spread across his face as he watched. Nightmare grinned down from the palm of his hand. Your mind was too overcome by the frenzy to care.

They were kind enough not to mention it.

By the time you had finished, your stomach thanked you. However, you were far from satiated and your body still ached.

You sighed.

Tidying up your mess for Cross, you quietly thanked him when he took it and swam off to dispose of it. Nightmare looked on, eyelight sharp and focused.

Feeling self-conscious and uncomfortable, you sank into yourself and took a tentacle in your hands. If you focused on it instead, perhaps you wouldn’t feel so much. There were a few things you were curious enough to ask about too…

“You are in pain.” One of Nightmare's bony fingers startled you as it brushed against your limbs. Unconsciously, you willed one of them to wrap around it for comfort.

You had to look away. Cross was in the distance heading upward and towards something.

“Y/N.”

Something in you shivered at your name, but you never got the chance to answer him. A shout along with other voices announced the return of the others, Killer making a particularly quick approach. Circling the patch of seaweed, he smirked at your flinch.

“Wooow. Movin pretty quick Boss. Only the first day and ya already got em—”

You didn’t know tentacles could move that fast. One moment Killer was circling above, the next he was wrapped up tight enough to clamp his jaw shut. Nightmare was no longer as relaxed, spilling out of the cave enough to effectively sit among his agitated limbs, a couple looping around your little area.

“That is enough teasing for the day. Behave yourself. I am hardly in the mood.”

Killer didn’t seem affected by his predicament in the slightest, nodding with a muffled reply. As soon as he was released, he let himself sink to the ground with a wink. Dream, Cross, along with two others soon joined him with their spoils.

You ignored the pain and the suspicious eye of Nightmare in favor of looking over your new companions. Everything was strange and new. Only time could tell what was ahead of you.

You only hoped you were worthy of it.

Grand Master Post Leviathan Au

[kapa56]

Hello Banana Fish fandom,

After being a long time lurker in the BF fandom and reading every fanfic possible on ao3 I decided to be brave and write my first ever fanfiction.

I kept debating if I should post it here as well for visibility but I was scared because I know it's not as good as I want it to be but I am willing to remaster it after I finish it.

What is it about?

TW: substance abuse, suicide attemps and regular BF traumatising topics

After Ash's death and continous traumatic nighmares, Yut-Lung starts messing around any drugs he can find trying to find an escape from reality. Unfortunately for him, he is can barely get high on them due to learning how to be immune to poisons.

Only alcohol makes him feel something. It almost kills him a few times and makes him want to cut himself hoping that he bleeds out. Poor Sing finds almost each time and tries to help him anyway he can.

Somehow 5 years after Ash and Lao died, Yut-Lung is still alive but has an insane ideea: given his experience with chemistry, he decides to modify Banana Fish into a regular but more effective drug that can make him forget for a few hours about himself.

What he didn't expect,is to have vivid dreams about waking up in the bathroom of a sketchy night club where music is blasting loud as hell and where he sees some ghosts from the past.

Let me know what you think🫶

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Various, online chatter; that’s enough internet for today

For the prompt: How hot is Jared? Twitter's best explainers

Forgive me any formatting sins -- I aimed for clarity over authenticity, but who knows if tumblr will oblige on that front.

“How’s the internet doing?” Dave asks.

“Well,” Andreas says. “It’s — technically good news, but in a way you probably don’t want to hear the details of?”

“That sounds ominous,” Dave says.

“Do you know what shipping means?” Andreas asks. “Not the—“

“You know, you’re right,” Dave says, literally backing into his office. “I don’t want to know.”

“I didn’t think so,” Andreas says, saluting Dave with his coffee, then goes to check out what’s happening on twitter. He thinks he’s had more than enough of AO3 for the foreseeable future.

~

On Twitter:

I’ve decided to block everyone who says something shitty about Bryce Marcus or Jared Matheson in the next while and I think my hockey twitter experience is going to greatly improve as a result

This is absolute genius I’m doing it

WAIT JARED MATHESON IS CANUCKS DILF’S SON?

HOLY SHIT JARED MATHESON IS CANUCKS DILF’S SON

OH MY GOD THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.

Damn now we know he’s going to stay beautiful.

So does Bryce clearly. Lock that upppp.

HOW COME THERE ISN’T A WHOLE JARED MATHESON FANDOM.

Nevermind fam just found out there is in fact a fandom and they are losing their dang MINDS right now.

~

A selection of tweets liked by Bryce Marcus’ lurking account:

Look if I landed Jared Matheson I too would tattoo his signature on my chest.

I would tattoo his PICTURE.

How is it that Bryce Marcus is a multi-millionaire who routinely is in the top twenty in scoring and clearly takes care of his appearance and dresses better than 95% of hockey players, and yet I’m still like ‘nice work landing that husband, bro’.

You know that if Marcus and Matheson could reproduce they would have the most beautiful children 

Sweet mitts too

Every single picture or video I’ve managed to find of Bryce Marcus and Jared Matheson in the same place Jared is like 😐 and Bryce is like 😍  how did we just figure this out now

I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST REALLY HAPPY TO BE IN VANCOUVER 😭

~

“Babe,” Jared says. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Bryce says. “I’m not doing anything. Go back to sleep.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” Jared groans, slinging an arm over Bryce’s hip as he buries his face in Bryce’s good shoulder. Bryce’s hand comes up to absently pet his hair, and Jared falls back asleep that way, Bryce’s fingers carding through his hair as he scrolls through god knows what with his other hand.

~

On AO3:

Tags: Bryce Marcus Matheson/Jared Marcus Matheson/Julius Halla, I was really tempted to put Julius Halla Matheson but I think that’s enough chaos for right now, this is how I’m coping as a Hallason shipper, with OT3s, and threesomes, au just in that erin matheson doesn’t exist, sry erin it’s not personal

Tags: Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson, no plot just vibes, soft shit, I literally just got here but, Bryce Marcus is a bottom you cowards,

Archive Warnings: Underage

Tags: Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson, Rafael Sanchez, Just like the regular level of underage jared was when he met bryce nothing sketchy, or sketchier than reality lol, meet cute, my hc of how they met,

~

“If this is about Jared I’m hanging up on you,” Stephen says as he picks up his phone.

“You knew, didn’t you!” Beth says.

Stephen hangs up the phone, and puts it back on the table, face down.

It, of course, immediately vibrates. Gabe looks at it, then at Stephen.

“Don’t give me that look,” Stephen says.

Gabe continues to blink mildly as it goes to voicemail, then starts to vibrate again.

“You talk to her then,” Stephen says.

“Hi Beth,” Gabe says. “How are you? Yes, I did know who my linemate was married to. No, I didn’t think to tell you. Well, because I’m not sure how it’s relevant to you, Elisabeth.”

Stephen smirks at Gabe as his face grows continually wearier. His fault for not just hanging up — it may be mercenary, but it means Stephen doesn’t have to listen to whatever Beth’s telling Gabe.

“Let me give you Stephen,” Gabe says.

Sometimes Stephen forgets that Gabe has spent a little too much time around him for his own good.

‘Fuck you’, Stephen mouths, but Gabe just smiles and continues to hold his phone out.

~

On tumblr:

The Bryce Marcus/Jared Matheson tag has doubled in the last 36 hours. You guys okay?

Can’t sleep gotta write fic.

I think I speak for all of us when I say, from the bottom of my heart: no.

But like in a good way!

Where my Julius/Jared shippers at? How y’all doing?

Well we found out Jared Matheson is actually gay and married to a man literally from the lips of Julius Halla…in the context of telling us he’s married to a completely different dude and also now I’m legitimately worried about their friendship since he just outed his bestie so idk you tell me.

This.

Do we change it to ‘Jared Marcus Matheson/Bryce Marcus Matheson’ or Jared Matheson/Bryce Marcus’ or is it chaos or —

The AO3 tag wranglers have been by and they’ll all redirect to ‘Jared Matheson’ and ‘Bryce Marcus’ so don’t worry.

But why isn’t it redirecting to ‘Marcus Matheson’?

Show us the papers and we’ll do it. Legal name change documentation please.

You have all been shoving these definition of Average Dude hockey players in my face all ‘look at this beautiful man’ and none of you showed me Jared Matheson, Actually Beautiful Man? What is the MATTER with you people.

You have been in the wrong corner of hockey fandom trust me. his beauty was Known

east coast bias even in hockey rpf smh

Want some fic recs?      OBVIOUSLY.

Hey remember a few years back when we all made fun of Bryce Marcus for not knowing his own initials judging by that JBM necklace? Wikipedia says Jared’s middle name is Bradley

JARED’S MIDDLE NAME IS BRADLEY!!!!!!!

I would like to submit a formal apology to Bryce Marcus who a) can spell b) is the most romantic man alive and c) has clearly been TRYING to get caught this whole time.

[absentmindedadmirer]

Twisted Wonderland Word Association Drabbles Pt. 1

I wanted to practise writing Twst characters and stuff so I made a little game by using a random word generator and spinning a wheel to see what twst chara to attribute it to.

So... ===

01.           Burn || Malleus 

Malleus thought was familiar with the sensation.  It was simple enough to raze the forest he ran off to in his childhood, green flames flickering as it ate up dry branches. Fire warmed his face as he held it at his fingertips. His senses were used to it: the smell of ashes, the sight of wickers of the fire eating up everything it could, the feel of the flames dancing on his fingertips. He scarcely burned himself while performing spells now.  He remembered when pushing a stool over to the cauldron that Lilia was stirring some meal in. The smell wafted into his nose as he felt the heat steam onto his cheeks as he clambered on the stool and stood overhead the pot. Lilia, who was over at the cutting board, long hair tied in a ponytail, held his hand out when he noticed Malleus, yet Malleus didn’t hear what it was before he felt pain shoot through his fingers as they came into contact with scalding metal. He wound his arm back immediately, tears springing in his eyes, as black and pink hair flitted over him as Lilia grabbed his hand, uttering reassurances that Malleus would be alright.  So he was familiar with the sensation of burning.  Or so he thought.  As he walked through Night Raven College. Not many people acknowledged him; those who did ended up shrinking away and pretending to have not seen him. It felt cold.  However as he passed through the corridor, he saw the Ramshackle dorm leader, surrounded on both arms by those two Heartsabyul underclassmen, as the first years were so glued to the hip. When their eyes met Malleus, they refused to shy away like many people had. Instead, they waved over to him.  “Hey! Tsunataro-!” They turned to him and smiled brightly at him and Malleus felt his heart jump. Heat crept up into his face. …And he discovered a sensation of burning that he never felt before. 

02. Tree || Rook

Leona cracked an eye open to see metal glint off of the tip of an arrow, loaded on a crossbow, aimed right at his nose.  He grunted, annoyed, but before he could pull on it and throw it as far as he could– the faint rustling over his head, the same that woke him up, stopped. And a deafening crack snapped Leona’s other eye open. Blonde hair  littered with leaves and mud and limbs  went plummeting to the ground. The heap of the ground shook as Leona heard a familiar crazed laugh.  “Haha, I almost got you~!”  Green eyes shimmered in the sunlight as Rook Hunt smiled at him. 

03. Wild || Jamil

“Yo, Jamil!” Ruggie Bucchi had waved his hand in greeting to him and Jamil was so close to walking off but the guy had made his way next to him. It wasn’t bad to talking to Bucchi, the two seemed to connect over the pain of looking over royals but Jamil would rather just not interact with people in general.  “Heard you and Kalim went babysitting his siblings back at Scalding Sands. How did that go-?” Jamil sighed. He only just came back from that with as many migraines as Kalim’s siblings numbered.  “All in all, horrid.” He looked off to the side as he recounted, “ I had to prevent 18 housefires, stop 5 chandeliers from being demolished, 27 vases from being knocked over and 34 instances of crayon on the walls.”  Ruggie laughed– a hyena indeed as Jamil felt mocked by Bucchi’s pure glee in his misery.  “Man, that’s wild.  I’m glad Leona doesn’t have any siblings to look after. Cheka mostly follows him or Leona hands them over to the Heartsabyul kids.” Ruggie held his arms behind his head as he whistled, “Children sure are tough to deal with, huh~?”  “Oh no.” Jamil scoffed. “That was all Kalim.”  And Ruggie laughed louder. 

04.         Jar || Azul

“I foresee  a business venture.” Azul’s voice was tinged in anticipation and Jade noticed his glasses flash. He, along with his brother turned to see what Azul had sought out,  to see ginger hair bouncing around as Cater Diamond hummed, tapping hurriedly at his phone.  “You really can make a business venture out of seemingly nothing.”  “Ooh~ Can you make something out of this then, Azul?” Floyd held up a jar of an unidentified substance. It was nearly black and neither liquid nor fully solid.  “What is that?” Azul looked away from his business prospect (supposedly) to look at the thing in disgust.  “Stuff I pulled out of the shower drain.” Floyd looked bored while saying it, looking away with a frustrated look in his eyes. Meanwhile, Azul screeched. “Why do you have that?!” 

05.         Mercy || Idia

“NOO-!”  Idia’s  fingers scraped across the stone flooring, to no avail because of how little they were of a grip, all chewed and uneven.  Two hands grabbed at his ankles as they pulled in opposite directions like how one would split a piece of string cheese.  “Oh, come on! I take really good pics-!” Cater pulled on Idia’s right foot. His shoes were already gone, he had lost them trying to crawl away from them the first time.  “I brush my little siblings’ hair all the time!! I can do yours for sure-!” His left foot was being pulled by Kalim as he tried to assure Idia of his ‘experience’.  “You two don’t have to do anything. I will make sure it looks acceptable.” Vil said in an even tone and Idia remembered when he first approached Idia, saying that he wanted to use him as a model for a client who was asking to model longer hair. It was ridiculous, Idia figured he was as  photogenic as a withered raisin.  “That’s not fair, you said if we got him, we could help-!” His voice lowered as he muttered, “Could get in some nice pics during that too.”  “Yeah-! I can totally do a good job!” Kalim asserted and Idia felt the two arms lug him away. This was as outrageous a kidnapping as a comedy anime with 3/5 stars.  “Now, come on, Idia.”  Idia’s nose hit the ground as he dragged across the floor. He numbly calculated the time it would take for him to gain the event SSR in a game he picked up a few weeks ago. He was ridiculously attached to one of its characters and he would die to get the event card. Crunching the hours, AP, energy, he thought of the time he would lose having Kalim curl his hair …He was going to miss the card by 5000 points.  Someone have mercy on him. 

=== Whwhwhw it was fun I think. I kinda want to practise more with these goofballs, so if you want to request the first word that comes to the top of your head and/or a character, please do!!

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[kissoflightning]

Left Behind (One-Shot for The Break Room Halloween Bingo 2024 Prompts "Ghost" "Confession" "SurpriseVisit"

@thebreakroomds

Summary:

What if Leo died when Markus pushed him and became a ghost confined to Carl's mansion?

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

Major Character Death

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Characters:

Carl Manfred

Markus (Detroit: Become Human)

Leo Manfred

Carl Manfred's New Caretaker Android

Additional Tags:

POV Leo Manfred

Leo Manfred Dies AU

Carl Manfred Dies

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

ghost au

Unreliable Narrator

POV Third Person

Dark Crack

Crack Treated Seriously

Whump

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Collections: The Break Room Halloween Bingo 2024

Work Text:

Leo could barely remember the trip from his shitty apartment to his father’s art studio within his mansion. It was almost as if he blacked out, or went on auto-pilot mode or something, after he took a hit of Red Ice he got from a sketchy dealer, since his dad would not give him any more money.

Panic started to set in, and Leo’s high was becoming a bad one.

He probably won’t even notice the paintings are gone. Leo reassured himself. No need to feel bad. Just think of it as a down payment on your inheritance. He'll probably die soon anyway! . He leaned over the desk and-

“Leo, what the hell are you doing?!” A voice exclaimed. It had belonged to his father, Carl Manfred.

“What does it look like?” Leo snarked.

The next two, five, maybe 10 minutes felt like a blip, but Leo felt all his pent-up rage towards Markus imploding within him, his hands clutching the collar of the android’s shirt, “YOU’RE NOTHING!” he felt himself shout.

Next thing Leo knew, he saw his own body, which had appeared to be smashed into Carl’s crane.

This is one hell of a trip. Leo thought to himself.

Carl immediately jumped out of his wheelchair, and pulled himself toward Leo's body; he clutched his son’s hand, and cried out, “Leo! Oh my god. My baby boy!”

The android raised it’s hands to the side of its head, it appeared to be simulating anxiety and remorse. As it spoke, the light thingy on it’s head - the LED, was flashing red, “Carl, I didn’t mean to. I-”

Carl turned back to the android and shouted at him, seeming conflicted, “You gotta go Markus! Get out of here!”

“Carl, I can’t leave you, I-” The android responded, but two cops had shown up, interrupting-

“Stop right there!” One of them shouted.

Markus turned around and raised his hands. The cop did not give it the chance to speak before shooting it 5 times; once in it’s ear, it’s eye, in the chest, and once in both knee caps.

“What the fuck?!” Carl and disembodied Leo shouted at the same time, though obviously only one voice had been heard.

“Sorry, I panicked!” The cop stammered. “Androids are unpredictable. I didn’t want to give it a chance to get away!”

“So you shot him 5 fucking times?!” Carl exclaimed.

“What happened here? Did the android kill your son?” The other cop inquired.

Carl sighed and reluctantly admitted half the truth. “My son, Leo. He came here for a visit. He must have said something the rubbed Markus the wrong way.”

“Markus?” The cop asked.

“My other son!” Carl exclaimed as tears escaped. “The android...pushed Leo and he fell into my crane. He needs immediate medical attention! Call an ambulance!"

The cop shook his head, and examined Leo’s body. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but... he’s dead.”

“WHAT?!” Leo’s ghost and Carl simultaneously exclaimed.

Read the rest on AO3

[haematoclan]

If you're still accepting BTHB requests, "Roaring rampage of rescue" for Mikey? Furious Mikey is a treat 👀

of course I'm still accepting requests, thank you so much for this one! I agree, angry Mikey truly is a treat and was so fun to write! The moment I saw this ask I just knew Mikey would set something on fire :)

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fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles characters: Mikey, Draxum, Splinter, Leo (other characters mentioned) prompt: roaring rampage of rescue warnings: major character death, blood and violence, mentions of gore, angst word count: 9,586

summary:

The turtles get beaten and kidnapped by sketchy humans. All but Mikey. This catastrophic fight leaves him hurt, confused, guilty and above all, angry. But at least he knows his brothers are still alive thanks to their unbreakable bond… But then. Something happens. Something so devastatingly horrible it ignites the worst side of Mikey's soul, a blood boiling rage, a need for vendetta so intense it was hard to breath around.

These humans were as good as ashes.

or:

Mikey burns people who took his brothers: a fic.

[picturemecountingcards]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

Thanks for tagging me, @thirrith!!

3 Ships You Like: Agnes Montague/Gertrude Robinson (the magnus archives); Tex/Outlaw Ty (woe.begone); Lucy and Mina's whole polulycule situation (dracula). (purposefully not adding the ships i've written for to broaden my horizons 🙏)

First Ship Ever: god, i don't know, i didn't start actively shipping characters until later in my fandom participation journey. Nine/Rose/Jack from doctor who? Or maybe Ten/Rose? In both cases i didn't see the shipping potential until they kissed in canon so idk if those count.

Last Song You Heard:

I'm insane about woe.begone, i'm insane about music from woe.begone, i'm just all around insane at this point

Favorite Childhood Book: warrior cats

Currently Reading: Once Upon a River by Diane Stterfield

Currently Watching: a bbc documentary about Anna Akhmatova bc i was asked to translate it

Currently Consuming: a hematogen bar

Currently Craving: i was craving a hematogen bar, but now that i have it, i want tea. that requires getting out of bed tho

Tagging: @felixcosm @bgbrry @sketchy-scribs-n-doods @johnmalevolent @iamineskew @croh3 @minorheroics @pogankablednaya @ray-theoretical-trucker

^yes i did cheat and tag a couple irls, but in my defense i genuinely do wanna hear their answers

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

It's Not Necromancy It's Class Warfare

by MagicMysticFantasy “Welcome to Drake’s Thaumatorium, how can I -” Tim was jolted out of his distracted drawl as he felt the hair on his arms stand up. His eyes snapped to the front door as a brick wall of a man clearly in possession of strong identity charms finished closing the door behind him. The identity charms were sketchy, sure, but when dealing with magic it was better to be safe than sorry when worried about potential retaliation for a spell, so those are pretty common - especially in Gotham. No, what had Tim’s guard up now was the taste of death on the back of his tongue, coming from the man. Words: 5952, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Urban Fantasy AU Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Tim Drake (DCU) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Necromancy, Worldbuilding, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Tim Drake is Not a Batfamily Member, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin (DCU), Tim Drake is Not Adopted, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd is a Batfamily Member, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Tim Drake is a Menace (DCU), Tim Drake Knows via https://ift.tt/VZhyiMG