#somehow i made this about scrappy my bad

[just-absolutely-super]

So earlier today, i watched Scooby Doo & the Curse of the 13th ghost. I liked it well enough, but i'm worried that the movie itself may have pissed all over Tge Thirteen Ghosts of Scooby Doo (the fact Scrappy, Bogle & Weerd weren't in it was a bit worrying)

I never watched the 13th Ghosts of Scooby Doo. I remember catching a couple of episodes as a wee little Super, but it never came on a lot as reruns to my knowledge

Nevertheless I did watch the tie-in movie

And as a Scooby movie it was fine. As a follow up to the show, I can't comment, but there is one gripe I did have, and it mostly has to do with all these other modern Scooby movies...

No one wants to acknowledge Scrappy

Yes, no one liked him, we get it already, but it's fucking WILD that people think they need to erase him

You can't erase him! He is very much tied to Scooby history! He is in a lot of movies! Hell, he's in THE LIVE ACTION SCOOBY MOVIE!

Kids are gonna watch him, form their own opinions, and then when you deny his existence they're gonna call you out on your bullshit!

If you don't like him, just do what you did with FlimFlam who was ALSO unlikable and revamp him!

What? You afraid you'll fuck up? That you'll make Scrappy more of a Scrappy?

COWARDS!

ACKNOWLEDGE THE PUPPY POWER!

[theoldsports]

Moody.

Coriolanus Snow x Reader | 3.3k words

depression, arguing, manipulation/toxic marriage, fucking each other over, possessiveness. it’s tamer than some of my others in an objective sense, but emphasizes dark thoughts and internal monologue.

requests always open! thanks for your kindnesses. i think this one is more experimental than the others. the objective here was to show how both of them mimic regular human feelings because they know they should, but it’s a poor pantomime. two sickos with nothing else but each other <3 i think i am going to call these works the Truculent series.

Coriolanus grew cold fast and did not tolerate heat well. He only slept only in his underclothes and wore heavy layers at the first sight of winter. His alarmingly fair complexion meant excessive sun wasn’t in the cards. In spite of his name, his scrappy build wasn’t meant to cut through harsh January terrain either. His nails chipped at labor, and his mind grew uneasy at laziness.

The world was tough on Coriolanus and he was tough right back on the word.

There was little Coriolanus was designed to do. Many people were strong, or smart, or wealthy, or drop-dead-gorgeous, or violent, or talented. There was something about every person Coriolanus could think of that made them stand out. He could easily categorized people by them. Here was the group of people known for their beautiful voices; here, those who could benchpress four-hundred pounds… Coriolanus could not be quantified like that.

Coriolanus Snow had to take what was left, like a runt. He was only good at two things: enduring and controlling. Since those were the only options leftover for him, Coriolanus became the best at them both. When, like Coriolanus, one has been gifted such shitty talents and nothing else, they have to figure out how to use them well enough to win against everyone with a better gift. Eventually, he realized his talents were not the ability to endure and the ability to control, but actually the ability to win. Eventually, he won so much, Coriolanus forgot there was ever a time when he lost (most days).

(The days he didn’t forget were the Bad Days).

Coriolanus felt like he couldn’t get out of bed on the Bad Days when the crushing weight of his failures and his ego landed across his chest. He told himself he was done with love after Lucy Gray. Disgusting Lucy Gray, a name he never wanted to even think again. He thought he would marry someone he hated and be done with love.

But junkies and addicts quit every Monday anyway.

Once he found [Y/N] again after their childhood together, there was no quitting. He knew it was bad for him, so he married what was bad for him to make sure he had an endless supply. How he hated that familiar feeling of obsession, the feeling of being so desperate that he had to rely on something other than himself. Somehow, he would have to sustain the feeling without losing his girl like an idiot. Marriage was likely the thing to steel their attempt at a bond.

Upon waking up to the alarm that morning, Coriolanus knew this was one of those Bad Days. Maybe it was the weather, the stress of Games. First year as head Gamemaker had almost driven Coriolanus mad under the pressure to succeed. He reached over to turn off the clock that buzzed painfully at six in the morning every day ending with a Y.

“Coryo…” [Y/N] mumbled, hearing him stir beside her. The sound must have woken her. She tossed an arm over his chest.

“‘Mornin’, Darling,” Coriolanus replied, wishing he were dead.

[Y/N] immediately picked up on the flatness of his tone, but she knew better than to push him too far. “All good?” She asked.

Coriolanus grumbled passively. He rarely did anything passively. Coriolanus grabbed the hand over his chest and dragged it up to the side of his face to rest it there, but only after he had kissed [Y/N] palm.

“You’re affectionate this morning.”

“I just missed you. I’ve been busy.” He said dismissively, pressing his face further into her hand.

“Well, thanks, dear, but don’t you have work?” [Y/N] asked. She propped her chin up on his shoulder to stare at him inquisitively. This attitude was odd. First thing in the morning during Games seasons, she got a kiss on the forehead and then Coriolanus was gone for a run and a shower and out til nightfall, barring special occasions.

“Don’t you?”

“Not til early evening today. Normally, you’re up and out of here first thing on a Tuesday morning,” [Y/N] told him, as she rubbed from his cheek to the side of his throat gently. She dragged her hand up his face to rest on his worried forehead. “You sick, or something?”

“No.” Coriolanus replied weakly. He closed his eyes again. He couldn’t face the legendary blunder he had made at work. Coriolanus had allowed his aides to code the program for the arena wrong. The open water was nowhere near as deep as was needed for the aquatic muttations. It was causing all sorts of trouble. The Games would end too fast if he didn’t do something, yet the stress of thinking of reaching across the nightstand for his Communicuff was paralyzing.

“You sure? You don’t feel feverish,” She confirmed. [Y/N] sat up to press her lips to his forehead just in case her cold hands had misread his temperature. “I can call the doctor, though.”

“[Y/N], stop. I’m fine.” Coriolanus lied harshly. He tried to sit up, but his psychological anguish made him feel like vomiting.

“Call in. Stay here.” She suggested, watching his weak movement to sit up.

“I’m head Gamemaker, I don’t get to call in. I need to go for a run’n I’ll be fine.”

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow. “So you aren’t currently fine? Because you said—“

“I know what the fuck I said, okay?” Coriolanus barked. “Wanna recap anything else, or can I go?”

Sharply, [Y/N] scooted away from him to the other side of the bed. His moods were hardly predictable. She sighed. “Fine,” She said, averting her eyes to her hands like a scolded girl. “I was merely concerned that you—“

Coriolanus scoffed at her and shakily stood up from the bed. He quickly stepped into the closet and stepped joggers and a wifebeater. [Y/N] hoped he would grab a jacket as well; the weather was much too cold for mid summer. The Capitol itself got disproportionately cold often. She didn’t say anything out loud, though. “Get off my ass. Can’t you sit there and be grateful for once? With all that I do for you?Fucking hell.” Coriolanus said. He did not so much as look back at her as he stormed out of the bedroom.

[Y/N] could not understand what she had done wrong. The only things she had were provided through Coriolanus or simply the man himself. Once Coriolanus was presumed out of earshot, [Y/N] dropped her head into her hands and cried. Not tears of frustration or anger, but tears of self-pity that her one lifeline had yelled at her like that.

—

By the time Coriolanus returned from his run, it appeared his wife had gone out for the day. Strange since she usually capitalized on the extra sleep if she was not working downtown with Capitol News until evening shift. Since their reckless young adulthood of media stunts, Coriolanus had watched [Y/N] grow a stifling love for spectacle. With his support and their shared deranged name recognition, she had quickly risen from an editor, to a correspondent (brief. He had helped her but her way up and out of that position) to Associate Head of Programming for Capitol News. It helped to have his wife steer both their media narratives from the inside.

Except for when she was mad at him.

Coriolanus wiped the sweat off his brow in the shower as he thought. There was no doubt in his mind that [Y/N] was going to run some sort of primetime bulletin that made him look a fool during his Games coverage that night. It was bad enough that Lucky Flickerman was beginning to look like botox had gotten better of him, in addition to Coriolanus’ own fuck up with the muttations. Fact of the matter was that viewership was down and [Y/N] was going to make it worse. She was going to make his Bad Day worse and he knew it.

He could feel his heart rate racing as he stood under the shower’s cold stream. His equally cold blue eyes glanced across the bathroom at the clock. Six-fifty AM. Realistically, he need to be into the Gameroom by no later than eight-thirty, but it frustrated him to be in later than eight. In roughly an hour, how could he perform the maximum amount of damage control? Coriolanus’ head began to ache at the thought.

She had never run that harsh of a piece on him before, but it was a Bad Day, and no doubt she was angry with him for his attitude. [Y/N] was capable of a great many horrible things. Wouldn’t Coriolanus himself want to sting somebody back who he had known was pissy with him?

When he exited the shower, Coriolanus rushed to dress himself. [Y/N] said she wasn’t working until late. But where, then, had she gone? With all the thinking about his own feelings, he hadn’t considered that conundrum.

—

Coriolanus called her secretary, a boring woman with a name neither man nor wife could recall. According to that woman, [Y/N] had not gone early to work. He rang Tigris. Tigris said [Y/N] had not been over unless she was lying which Coriolanus wouldn’t put past her. The Plinths swear they had not encountered her.

Coriolanus stared down at his datapad of phone numbers. He refrained from calling all of their friends because he didn’t want to to exude the panic he was starting to feel for letting his wife run away. None of her belongings seemed out of place. Her suitcase was present in the back of their closet. Still, Coriolanus was terrified in the back of his mind that his wife had finally left him. A year and half was a dreadful lifespan for a marriage in his opinion. [Y/N] was not getting away that easily.

However, his watch told him it was eight and the Games weren’t going to run themselves.

Throughout the day, Coriolanus could not get his heart rate to settle. It made him feel ill. So ill, in fact, that he couldn’t keep down most of breakfast, or all of lunch. He skipped dinner all together. Who was [Y/N] to up and leave him like that?

The slight rational segment of his brain told him to walk it back, but the rest of his brain paid no mind. Coriolanus had nothing going for him other than gut instincts and his gut instincts now were implying something was fundamentally wrong.

Coriolanus’ decision-making was way off of its game at work. Coriolanus, for ratings, could not allow the Hunger Games to end on a Tuesday night. Somehow, he would have to create obstacles to last the four remaining tributes til Friday. He didn’t much like those odds. He was going to cave and hand in his resignation before the end of the day, he was certain.

Though, at eight in the evening, the primetime announcement or chiron that Coriolanus was a shitty husband or a murderer never cut through his broadcast to make his Day irreparably Bad. Nor did it at eight-thirty, or even nine. Coriolanus felt shaky. Maybe with relief for his reputation, maybe because he had nothing in his system.

If nothing had aired at Coriolanus’ expense on TV, had something happened to [Y/N] while he was on his run, or later? Was this some rebel attempt to bring the head Gamemaker to his knees? An attempt from a bitter rival to play games with him? Coriolanus frowned. Many things could have happened to his wife between six in the morning and nine at night. Coriolanus could barely stand up as it was. He clocked out and summoned his driver as quick as he could.

The second Coriolanus’ key entered the lock, he started shouting with the energy he had left. The door had yet to even close behind him. “[Y/N]! [Y/N], my love! Are you here?” Coriolanus pushed open every cabinet and closet on his way to the bedroom. Empty. He checked the closet - her suitcase remained. Coriolanus had called her office on his way home. She had not shown up for work. Unheard of.

Coriolanus ran through every room of the townhouse shouting [Y/N]’s name over and over until he felt hoarse. He could only imagine what the neighbors thought. Then he saw the attic door open.

The door remained open, but the stairs to the attic had snapped back up halfway and gotten jammed. “Coryo!” He heard [Y/N] yell faintly from upstairs.

“Darling, are you… in the attic?” Coriolanus shouted back cautiously under the open door. He watched as [Y/N]’s tearstained face peered around the edges of the attic door. It was really her. Not a Jabberjay, not a setup. Coriolanus exhaled for what felt like the first time all day. “Let me come up. I’ll come to you. Hold on!” Coriolanus’ finally left behind the Bad Day as he leapt into action. Protecting his wife was his job before Gamemaker, or any other obligation. Anyone in the Capitol would remember their vows, or her smashing cake into his face much to his dismay. Marriage was socially his most binding contract of all. Coriolanus did not take contractional obligations lightly.

Coriolanus had not realized that his wife was so delicate and helpless as to get stuck in the attic. She needed him more than he thought. His heart swelled with pride. Coriolanus grabbed a broomstick and hooked the hinge in the stairs. He yanked with all his strength until the ladder descended. Quickly, he dropped a large sack of rice from the kitchen counter over the bottom step in hopes it would weight the stairs down and he took off up them.

“[Y/N], are you alright?” Coriolanus asked, popping his head through the attic door

There on the unfinished attic floor sat [Y/N], bundled up in her thin teddy she had been wearing when Coriolanus left. She had only that and a too-short blanket Tigris had crocheted as a child. There was very little in the attic at all. Some of the Grandma’am’s belongings in clear glass bins and whatever surviving relics had carried on from their post-war childhoods.

It was clear [Y/N] had been crying. “I thought you would come back.” She sniffled.

Coriolanus urgently climbed the rest of the way up the ladder and sat carefully down beside [Y/N], wrapping her in his long arms possessively. “I thought something happened to you,” Also, that you tried to leave me. “You’re freezing… How long have you been up here?”

“Since you went on your run.”

“Shit… All that time?”

[Y/N] thought her tears had long since stopped, but seeing Coriolanus appear upset about ignoring her all day made her want his attention more. She wanted him to feel bad.

The tears started flowing the second his arms were looped around her waist. [Y/N] rested her head on Coriolanus’s shoulder heavily. “Coryo, you just left. I come up here all the time to think and I didn’t think it would—“

The blonde man’s heart softened at the sight of her. “Darling, Darling, shh, don’t cry,” Coriolanus combed his hand through sobbing [Y/N]’s hair. “You’re okay. I’m here now.”

Coriolanus felt like he was able to play the role of comforter and protector nobly tonight in a way he had recently felt inadequate at. With ease, he draped her legs across his lap and adjusted her arms around his neck so that her body was completely supported by his. She clung to him like a desperate child. The skin-to-skin contact was most appreciated by Coriolanus after the Day he’d had. Coriolanus excitedly drew a breathe from her neck, taking in her scent.

[Y/N] sobbed dramatically into Coriolanus’ dress shirt, but he pretended not to care like a good husband. “I’m sorry. I c-couldn’t—couldn’t get down. I th-thought you would come get me. I shout-ted for you,” she played up her tears. [Y/N] played up everything for attention; they both knew that. But the situation was mutually beneficial for people that liked attention so damn much. “You didn’t hear me.” You never hear me.

“Oh, Princess…” Coriolanus rubbed his hands up and down her arms, hoping it would warm her up. He pulled away from her regrettably and stripped off his blazer. He wrapped it around her shoulders and pulled it carefully in front of her. He knew [Y/N] would like the gesture. Now, Coriolanus did not say I’m sorry. It was not his fault that [Y/N] had fled to the attic. He did instead try to make good from now forward. “I was so worried, I started to think something happened to you. I wanted to give you space, but then I didn’t hear from you all day. I’m relieved to know the only monster that got you was the attic,” Coriolanus leaned into her neck to kiss her in his favorite place. “You sat up here in all this junk and dust today; how are you still so stunning?”

[Y/N] laughed through a wet sniffle as Coriolanus searingly kissed her neck. “I didn’t know I’d worried you this much.” She muttered.

“I didn’t know I’d upset you this much,” Coriolanus agreed. That was as close to I’m sorry as she was going to get. “What did you do up here all day?”

“W-Went through some boxes. Found your old uniform.” [Y/N] smiled back.

“My Peacekeeper uniform?” Coriolanus asked in surprise. He hoped that she had not found anything else, if there was anything more scathing up in the attic.

“Mhm,” she affirmed. [Y/N] stood shakily from the floor, snot dripping from her nose. Snot, which she knew better than to wipe on the sleeve of his blazer. She followed where the beams were in the floor nimbly so she didn’t put her foot through the ceiling below her. [Y/N] collected a decently sized metal crate with a handle on it. PRIVATE SNOW, CORIOLANUS B. was stamped on top of the dusty, dented metal. She carried it back to Coriolanus and sat down with it in front of him.

“I didn’t go through everything in here, that felt intrusive, but I did pull this out,” they both knew that was a lie and that she had absolutely gone through every item, but Coriolanus let her keep going without cutting in. [Y/N] decided she would still let him explain the history behind every item he wanted to share anyway.

When she shook the long gray-blue jacket out of the box, something happened that hadn’t happened last time she took the jacket out. “Coriolanus, what’s this?” [Y/N] asked, plucking a bulky chain off the floor that had tumbled from the coat’s breast pocket.

“Ah, I’d forgotten where those went. Dog tags from my time in Twelve.” Coriolanus said.

“I still have my father’s. You were like a real soldier then, huh?”

“Peacekeeper.” Coriolanus corrected.

“Yes, Peacekeeper.” [Y/N] agreed quietly.

[Y/N] held the two identical pendants in her hands.

SNOW, CORIOLANUS

CITADEL, CAPITOL

4147769218S 12

O NEG

CREMATE

His entire identity all on two pieces of nickel. While she squinted at the embossed metal, Coriolanus leaned forward across the box that had once held his entire world and grabbed the chain she was holding as well as her hands. [Y/N]’s red weepy eyes met his crystal clear blue ones. “Would you like them?”

“You don’t want to keep them?”

“Certainly not. My name right there on your chest? That’s preferable to them sitting in a dusty box forever. People will know who you belong to if you wander off like this again. ‘Know you’re not, hm, like… up for finders-keepers.” Coriolanus shifted them out of [Y/N]’s hands and dropped the chain around her neck as if it were the finest gold necklace he had ever purchased her.

Coriolanus put that box up in the attic because he had not wanted to think about it ever again. Above all, though, Coriolanus Snow was an opportunistic man and he put those dog tags on [Y/N] just like he had Lucy Gray because he knew this move was flattering. If it worked once, it would work again. Sickeningly, he pulled out the same words he had used before too: “There. All mine.”

“All yours.” [Y/N] replied.

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[soft-persephone]

A Fresh Start 2

Mother’s Milk x Fem!Reader

T // WC: 1.7k // pool day fun and one iffy convo // pt. 1

“TT, it’s going to be fun,” Momo did her best to comfort you, taking your hand she walked to in the to the entrance of the public pool.”

“What if no one likes me?” You grumbled. “I’m not as parenty as the other adults.”

The loss of your brother showed up in more ways then one in your life. The way the grief can creak into the everyday folds of your knew life with Momo was challenging, and on top of it all, you had to learn how to be a good parent on the fly.

The transition from fun aunt to mother figure had been challenging. Especially, when discipline had to come out to play. Momo wasn’t a bad kid, but she had been through a lot and her emotions ran all over the place, depending on the day.

So far, this summer has been such a relief for you both. As she relocated after her suspension, it was honestly a blessing in disguise. There was a community around the school district your brother was zoned for that you never knew was there. Momo made some new friends that she seems to love more and they loved her equally as much.

But youngest like a poser, that you’re pretending. You were constantly comparing yourself to other parents. What worse lace could exist for you to continue this new horrible tradition than a day at the pool.

The wholes are side of your swimsuit and how scrappy it was despite being a one piece felt too much, not at all something a mom would wear. You tugged the sleeves of the knitted wholey cover up you were wearing over your hands. It was made to give a dramatic end sleeve effect. Like very chic sweater paws.

“If you stay on your best behavior, you’ll have nothing to worry about.” Momo beamed up at you.

Despite being very cute, you took her bag off her shoulder with narrowed eyes.

“Go play.” You said in a deadpan tone.

“But what did i—“

“Now! Go play with your friends. Don’t make me tell you again.”

She huffed before giggling as Janine was already running towards her. Her soaking wet curls shining in the sun.

You whined as they started squealing at one another before skipping off.

“Hey!” A voice stopped them from your side, “don’t run around here or you’ll fall and bust your head open!”

You smiled your best polite smile.

“Someone’s looking rather fancy for a public outing at the pool.” Sheila looked at you over her shades.”

“What can I say,” you smiled, “I dress to impress.”

Being in with a group of parents really had its perks. They saved you a set and it was nice and cozy. Not too much sun and not too much shade.

“Hey hey,” look who it is.” Sheila introduced and everyone called out to you from their chairs.

“Someone’s looking all special!”

All the moms oohhhed and ahhed in appreciation.

You swallowed ignoring how hot your face felt.

“Hi.” You waved with a smile as you took your seat.

“Hey, I’m Monique.” She took of her shades, “Janine’s Mom.”

“Oh my god Hi,” you instantly perked up. “I’ve heard your name a lot over the last week.”

Janine and Momo exchanged numbers which were actually your number and Monique’s number, so you’ve only heard her voice several, several times, as she said, hold on let me get Janine.

“It’s nice to put a voice to a face.”

“Likewise.” You nodded with a smile and pulled your book out of your bag, just in case.

“What is it that you do again?”

It was nice to be able to talk about something like work and not.. your brother or how hard the transition is with Monice coming to live with you.

“Lawyer, started out with the criminal justice stuff and somehow ended up in the corporate conglomerate stuff, representing companies as they do who fuck knows with whatever they and such.”

“You know more than me, so I will not ask too many questions.” You both laughed.

“Heeheehee,” a strong voice mocked you from above, blocking the sun.

“You held a hand over your eyes and waved with the other. “Hey.”

“Don’t hey me and get your butt out here in this pool.”

“Why.” You scoffed and clipped the shades from your shirt, putting them on.

“We take turns chaperoning the kids.” He crossed his arms.

“Marvin please, give her a break. She just got here. It’s probably Sheila’s turn.”

He stormed off with a groan and waved Janine off.

“Sheila’s not getting in the pool is she?”

Monique tapped her nose with a smile and you laughed.

45 minuets or maybe one glorious hour into your book. A little voice broke your focus.

“TT can I have $20.”

“Why do you need $20.” You turned the page of your book not looking up.

“Because of the concession stand.” She huffed, giving her eight year old logic.

“But I packed you something.” You fake pouted back, grabbing the cooler bag.

“I mean, I brought these grapes,” you pulled them out and put them back in the bag, rummaging some more, “I cut up some strawberries and other fruit, making sure there were no stems or nasty bits because you hate that,” you put them back in the bag, “and then, I woke up extra early and made those ham and cheese balls you love so much.” You sighed dramatically.

“I packed all your favorites, but if you want to eat soggy fries drenched in a weird cheese sauce, I guess I can give you the money.” You put your hand in your purse.

“No-I’ll-take-these-thanks!” She eagerly snatched the goodies out of the bag, running off to be eat with her friends.

Victory.

You went back to your book.

“Nice one.” Monique said to you over her kindle.

You both read in silence.

Monique was pretty swell. She was the easiest to be around compared to the other mom’s.

“Thank you for the other day,” you were about to ask her for what but she explained further, “for keeping Marvin out of trouble at the cookout.”

“What.” You laughed. “I didn’t do anything. We just talked for a bit.”

She smiled at you.

“Marvin doesn’t just talk for a bit.” She went back to her book.

You were about to say something. To get some more answers, confront her, ask her to give it to you straight or interpret what she was implying, but Marvin plopped down between you both.

“Water.” He huffed.

Crushing the water bottle loudly in his hands, he pulled at the fabric of your cover up with his other hand.

“You need to take this off and get in the pool. It’s your turn.”

“Why do I have to go?” You smacked his hand away.

“If I have to drag you into the water I will.” He pointedly looked at you, “I already had to drag Sheila out there and I’m willing to drag you in too.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Fine.”

The water wasn’t too bad, the screaming kids not so much. But it was nice to see Marvin be around the kids.

“My turn!” A boy that was more hair than boy squealed as Marvin dunked him under the water and refused to let him go as he thrashed around for a minuet. He came above the surface of the water with a gapped grin, one of his front teeth missing.

He swam away back to his friends in glee.

“What a fun game.” You tried to be sarcastic but your grin was too wide and you were already laughing.

“You never went to the pool as a kid?” He splashed water on you.

You slammed the surface of the water back with both hands, getting way more water on him.

“Of course I did!”

“Well, I apologize if you don’t seem like the type, Ms Bougie.”

“I like to take care of myself, and I was raised by a woman who liked to take care of herself and her family. She had standards and she raised me with standards.” You defended. “Why is that a crime?”

He looked down at you with a smile, less mirthful than before.

“It’s not.”

Despite the chill from the water and the slight breeze every few minuets a warmth started to spread throughout you.

“When,” he started and quickly stopped, looking away from you for a second before putting a hand into a fist and pushing into the palm of the other. “You don’t have someone at home who takes care of you?”

“If that’s your way of masking if I have a boyfriend,” you started carefully, “then no.”

He looked at you as if he didn’t believe you. You would have laughed if it wasn’t sort of sweet.

“I did.”

His eyebrows rose, but he showed no other sign of suprise. Nodding in some sort of appreciation is what you guess what the nod meant.

“He doesn’t help you take care of Momo?”

“He left because of Momo.”

You started floating in the water, giving half of your attention to mindlessly floating in the water with a sigh.

He followed suit, crouching down in the pool, letting his legs flow at a bent angle so he could be at the same eye level as you.

“If he’s willing to leave you like that, with all your going through,” he locked eyes with you, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

You nodded giving him a silent thank you.

He made a step towards you.

“I just—“

“Daddy!” Janine jumped in her dads arms. Her face pulled taunt with a frown and her bottom lip sticking out.

“TT” Momo solemnly swam to you.

She rubbed her eyes as you pulled her into your arms.

“You tired?” You looked over to see Marvin murmur comforting words in Janine’s ear.

You gave him an apologetic smile.

He gave one back and made his way to the steps of the pool to take Janine home.

You kissed Momo on the head.

“Time to go home kiddo,” you moved her hair to the side to see her face. She was already fast asleep in your arms, giving her a light kiss on the head, you made your way out the pool.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Although I think the age gap is big, it would be cute if megumi and Anna became friends!. I like to think Yata had megumi and Anna meet and saw her beautiful dresses and acessories and wanted to wear all that stuff too, so Anna has a buddy to share her taste in clothes with, and gives her a lot of her old dresses she doesn't fit into anymore. They like to take walks and talk while all dressed up, and Yata is their scary dog privilege.

Yata as scary dog privilege made me laugh XD Imagine this post-ROK and Yata’s trying to spend more time with his siblings, he didn’t come home much after moving out and he feels kinda bad for not keeping up with his siblings as much (like the one short story where he finds out Fushimi told Minoru to stop using jungle, Yata starts thinking well why wasn’t I the one to warn my own little brother). His parents are taking Minoru overnight for a school thing so they ask Yata if he can watch Megumi for the day, Yata agrees but then realizes he’s overlooked the crucial fact that he has no idea what to do with a girl. Like yes this is his sister but what do little girls even like, Yata’s not really good at dealing with girls at any age. He decides to just take her to the bar, not so much thinking that Anna and Megumi can be friends but figuring at least having another girl around might make Megumi feel more comfortable. 

Imagine Anna taking something of a ‘big sister’ friend role when she meets Megumi, Megumi is all awed by this gorgeous girl her brother knows who dresses in frilly clothing and looks like a beautiful doll. Imagine Anna letting Megumi try on some of her clothes while Kusanagi makes them both pancakes, Megumi is so excited about all the cute dresses and accessories. Maybe Megumi is actually something of a girly girl but it’s been difficult for her to express that, since Yata’s obviously such an outgoing sporty person and say Minoru’s pretty scrappy too, their mom is also on the sporty side and Megumi felt like she kinda ‘had’ to be a tomboy to fit in with the family. But secretly she’s always loved frilly things and never asked for them, thinking it would be a bother for her family, and having this other girl who’s so clearly confident in her own tastes makes Megumi feel more confident too. 

At some point Megumi decides she wants to dress this way too, Yata’s mom is glad that Megumi is feeling more sure of herself but also doesn’t quite know what kind of places would have what Megumi wants. Megumi is always gushing about Yata’s friend Anna though so she asks Yata if he can have Anna help his sister pick out clothes. Say this is the first time Megumi’s gone out in frills too, Anna dresses her up and says they can go shopping together. Megumi is a little worried that they’ll get harassed, even though she knows Anna is somehow ‘strong’ in a way that she doesn’t really understand. Anna smiles and says it will be okay, Misaki will come with us, and Yata who was playing on his PDA in the corner is like ‘eh?’. And that’s how Yata gets dragged on a shopping spree for cute girly things, being the best guard dog because you know he would be ready to kill anyone who looks at either his sister or his King in the wrong way.

[rsedits9420]

Ceilings pt 3

Masterlist

Word count : 2.2k

Reader x Ethan Edwards

Reader x Mark Estapa

*Flashback from 7 months ago*

y/n’s pov

Today Mark instated on us going to some park close to campus. His exact words were,” Y/n you need to get out of bed, I feel like you might as well have morphed into it by now. Now, come on I’ll take you on a picnic. Oh! I’ll get us some subs to eat, but you can have my pickle. I hate those things.” He’s made it his goal to help me overcome the heartbreak Ethan gave me. He’s taking me bowling, skating, and even to a redwings game, just trying to cheer me up. I never knew Mark had this side in him. On the ice, he looks like a complete total asshole, but in reality, he's one of the nicest humans ever. I never would have known my ex’s best friend would later become mine. Mark says he still keeps in touch with Ethan, but that it's only ever so often.

That makes sense right, I mean it's the same thing he did to me. I guess the big leagues changed him.

“Why is it so cold? I thought you said it was going to be sunny?” I say to Mark. “Well, let me check the forecast.” He pulls out his phone and says,” Look, It says sunny and in the low 60s.” “Buddy that's for next week. Not today.” I say laughing. “Oh shit! Its the 5th? Well, then I’ve fucked up all of my classes for this week.” Somehow he always finds a way to make me happy. Even the week after me and Ethan broke up, Mark was there to put a smile on my face. He’s always been there.

After we ate our sandwiches, we’ve just been sitting and talking. He’s getting anxious about his career after college. I can tell it’s been taking a toll on him. He keeps getting too hard on himself for how he’s playing. I feel bad. He’s a great player, and yet he doesn’t realize it. We’ve been laying on the blanket he brought just kind of looking up at the sky. All of a sudden I feel a drop of water hit my forehead. “SHIT!” mark roars. “It got in my eye! It scared the shit out of me!” he continues. “You okay Estapa?” I ask. “Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. We should probably get going eh.” he says. “Can we stay a bit? I like this. It's calming.” I say back. “Oh okay. Sure.” He goes back to his position next to me. I turn onto my side and look at him. His hair has fallen in front of his face, and his beautiful eyes stare right back at me. I didn't realize how pretty this man was. He’s gorgeous. “You checking me out y/l/n?” he jokes. “ Ah, you wish Stops.” The rain picks up, but we don't move. We lay in science staring back at one another, just thinking. It's refreshing. The rain is washing away my problems, my insecurities, and worries. It's like a breath of fresh air.

Lovely to be sitting here with you You're kinda cute but it's raining harder My shoes are now full of water Lovely to be rained on with you It's kinda cute

We finally decided to get all of our stuff and leave before we got sick. While laying there with him, I realized something. Maybe the rain wasn't the fresh air I so desperately needed, no Mark was. He was my breath of fresh air, helping me with my feelings, my worries, and my problems. He was there. He didn't leave, he didn't complain. Was he what I’d so desperately needed all along? The 6’2 blonde scrappy hockey player was what helped me. Not the guy in New jersey my heart yearned for. No, it was Mark. He had done all of this for me. Not to get in my pant, but to just be there for me. No. It isn't right. I can't have feelings for Mark when I'm still not over Ethan. That's not fair to him. He’s too good for me. Especially when I'm like this. We drive back to the house. “Hey you okay?” He asks. “Yeah. I'm fine, just thinking.” I say back. “You know you can always talk to me right?” I nod. “I know. Thank you so much, Mark. I know I don’t show it, but I'm grateful for you helping me.” He reaches over the console and hugs me. “Anytime. I'm always is here. I promise you.” Those 3 simple words. Ethan had said them, yet he didn't follow through with them. I’ve seen this play out before. Multiple times actually. I don't think I have it in me to do it again. Maybe Mark is just a friend, and today my judgment was just clouded. Maybe just maybe.

And it feels like a movie I’ve seen before

Before

*End of flashback*

Mark’s Pov back in the lake house

The light in her eyes dimmed when he got here. After all of the work she did to get over him, she still never did. I feel like an asshole, because of how I feel about y/n. I shouldn’t feel this way, but it's hard to when she's so perfect. Seeing her upset again triggers something inside me. I go into protective mode. I won't let him hurt her again. I love Ethan. He was my best friend, but he left. When he left he forgot about all of us back in Michigan. For the first 6 months I tried calling and texting him, yet he would just blow me off. When I found out he wasn’t just doing it to me but also to his own girlfriend. I was pissed. He left, by choice, and left all of us without a care in his body. He didn't tries to reach out to y/n. For all, she knew he could have been sleeping with puck bunnies in Jersey. After Mackie found the photo of Ethan, Luke, and Jack all out at some club, my whole perspective on him changed. The photo contained Luke and Jack posing with some chick, while in the background Ethan had his tounge half way down another girl's throat. The photo was taken 2 days after the break-up. Luckily y/.n hadn’t found out about it. She wouldn’t have been able to stop blaming herself. She thinks the reason for him breaking up with her was that she wasn't good enough. God how I wish she could realize how wrong she is.

It’s hard to just accept that I can’t harbor my feelings for her. She doesn’t want me she wants him. No matter how hard I try, she’ll always want him. And he doesn’t even care. He sleeps with other girls, hasn’t talked to her in a year, and just doesn’t care. I care. Damit I care so much it pains me. Sitting across from her this morning in the living room, her face was different. She looked tired and drained. I have spent too much time bringing back her beautiful smile for him just to ruin it again. But there’s nothing more I can do. She wants him, not me. That day when it rained, I had so much weighing on me. My dad was pissed about my last game performance, and honestly so was I. We went to the park that day and just sat and talked. It was a calming experience for us both. I saw a different side of her that day, or so I thought. She didn’t act like I was just some friend, no she acted like I was more. Now looking back at it, I was wrong. The glimpse I saw, were what Eddy would see every day if he opened his eyes. It wasn’t real. She thought of me as a friend. Nothing more. I just had to get the fact through my head.

But it’s not real and you don’t exist

“Markyy!! Come on!! Me, Luke, and Quinn are all going surfing. Get your trunks on, so you can come with.” Y/n yells up at me from the downstairs bathroom. I get up and put on my swim trunks and go downstairs to met y/n and Luke at the dock. “Damit Stopsign, that was fast.” Luke jokes. “I was already planning on coming with y’all,” I say back. I take a good look at y/n she’s in a light pink one-piece with her hair in braids. She’s breathtaking. “Oh come on, let’s go! I want to do this before the sun sets.” She orders. We all get onto the boat and Quinn drives the boat away from the dock.

After about 15 minutes of just cruising, we stop and get y/n ready to wake surf. “Just put this on, and hold onto the handle and you’ll be fun. If you fall, just stick your arm up and I’ll come right back to pick you up.” Quinn tells her. She nods and gets behind the boat. She’s doing pretty well. It’s been almost 3 minutes and she’s not even struggling. All of a sudden we all hear a loud roar of a jet ski drift past. They look like they are coming straight to us when they make a sharp turn and drive right behind y/n. Oh shit. Their wake flows towards y/n, when the wake behind our boat collides with the wake from the jet ski, she loses control. “Y/N!” I scream. She hadn’t even saw it coming. She collided with the water and the only thing we heard was a loud bang. “Fuck, man! What the hell! Where is she?!” Luke yells. She hasn’t come back up. My impulses take control and I dive into the lake. As I swim towards where she was I see her life jacket. It had fallen off, and she hasn’t grabbed onto it. I take a huge breath and swim to the bottom. Luckily it wasn’t 30 ft deep, but just about 14 so I found her hand, and pulled her onto me. As we get back to the surface, Luke and Quinn are right there to help me pull her up onto the boat. “Y/n! Y/n! Can you hear me?!” Luke shouts. I pull myself onto the boat, feeling a bit lightheaded, but that doesn’t matter. I have to make sure she’s okay. She seems to be groggy, not passed out. “W-what happened?” She whispers. “Shh hey. You just feel the wakeboard. You hit your head really hard, you probably have a concussion. I’ll take you to the hospital as soon as we get back okay.” I tell her. She smiles at me and lays back down.

When we get back, I carry her bridal style into the house. I place her on the couch while I go get my keys. “What the hell happened?!” Ethan yells. “She hit her head, Eddy, I got it man. I’m taking her to the hospital now.” I say back. “Let me come.I’ll go change right now.” He says. “Man, I'm leaving now. I’m not waiting on you.” I picked her up and put her in the back seat. “Marky-y my head hurts.” She slurs. “I know. I’ve got you. Just lay down, and try to sleep eh. I’ll wake you when we get to the hospital. She stays silent for the rest of the ride. When we get her we go straight to the emergency room.

After the doctor took a look at her, she knew it was a concussion. Apparently she had a small cut on her scalp so the doctor gave her some pain meds, and stitched her right up. “She just needs to stay off the technology, and in dimly lit rooms, for about 2 weeks. If she needs pain meds give her some Tylenol or ibuprofen. I help her sign out and were out of there. “Mark, thank you so much.” ,” You don't have to thank me. I glab Im doing it.” She puts her finger on my mouth to say,” No, not just this. But everything. Your being way to nice to me. I feel bad. Im no where as near as caring as you are. I’ve just no been able to get you out of my head Mark. Why do you do this? I dont deserve it.” She says. “Y/n look at me. You deserve everything in the world do you hear me. You perfect. Your so perfect that it makes me question myself. I cant even rap my head around why on earth you think you anything less than that.” I tell her. She starts to lean towards me. Are bodys are inches apart, and she then places her lips onto mine. She kisses me softy but yet so passionately. She pulls away from the kiss to say,” God-d Marl you dont know how long ive wanted to so that.” If only she knew I’ve probably wanted to do that for even longer than she has. If she’ll give me the chance, I’ll make us a movie she’s never seen before.

Pt 4 in progress

[trans-beast]

Day 1: “Whose your digimon?”

Icarus is gonna hate this answer, but honestly? Dorumon. My introduction to the franchise was Digimon World 4 on the Gamecube, and it remains one of my favorite games ever to this very day. I can’t put my finger on it, but the moment I saw Dorumon, I instantly knew I connected with him somehow.

When I took to the internet as a kid to learn more about him, I ended up feeling even closer.

Dorumon was an outcast. He was a prototype digimon with lots of potential to become lots of powerful things, and everyone hated him for being born with built-in favoritism from Yggdrasil. He was kinda like a stem mammal for digimon, a living digital fossil. And during the events of X Evolution, the movie Digimon World 4 was actually based on, Yggdrasil wanted to do a hard reset on the digital world, basically cause an apocalypse to clear up some space. And Dorumon was one of the few who was born with the X Antibody, a trait that ensures you don’t get nuked and will survive in the next world to come.

Growing up, I was an outcast too. I didn’t have friends. I became socially stunted, exacerbating the issue. I also felt like even if they’d let me hang out, I would quickly discover that my brain worked very differently. At 8 years old I already had a concept of the finality of death and was having a ludicrous existential crisis. Other 8 year olds were more preoccupied with whose action figure collection was cooler. I was always “weird”, “annoying”, “scary”…and I had to just settle for making friends with my cat, and any other animals I could interact with.

Then, next thing I knew, I now growled and hissed when I was upset, without really even thinking about it. It just…happened. People started treating me like a zoo animal. I definitely got some rumors spread about me.

Likewise, dorumon turned into all kinds of fearsome shaped, many of them dragons, with metallic powers to match. But underneath all that, he was still just a misunderstood creature, who still had it in him to be kind to others who didn’t attack him first. He’s die for the few friends he made. And I guess I felt the same way about my friends, once I finally got some human ones.

No matter how many teeth they had, all those big, intimidating dragons still had a layer of downy fur to cuddle into.

These days I’ve changed. I’ve gotten friends that I intend to hold very, very closely. I even have a boyfriend who I love deeply, he’s someone who loves me for me. I’m more interested in Gazimon now, who was always a second favorite for me even back then. Now he’s about even with Dorumon for me.

Why gazimon? Well, partially because he hits some of the same outcast vibes, but he also strikes me as more scrappy. He’s been dealt a bad hand, he has less impressive strength than dorumon and is better suited to being a malicious prankster rather than an actual threat. His main skill is to just stun you and run away. Dorumon gets to launch metal projectiles out of his mouth. Gazimon is an underdog. I love me an underdog.

What’s more, virus types with a demonic theme are definitely more my aesthetic. Christians hated me plenty, especially with the hissing and all, as you can imagine. Weird that they told me to go to hell, then acted surprised when I decided to embrace devils and hellfire as an aesthetic.

Gazimon is also my favorite color. Pale grey. He has that basic wild animal motif that always felt more “me”.

Icarus in particular has the following digivolution tree:

Zurumon

Pagumon

Gazimon

Devidramon

Mephistomon

Ornismon

Gargoylemon (Armor digivolution)

[cobaltsoulsearcher]

Hello Arlen! A while ago I thought I saw your tags saying that you have OCs, but I can't find the tags so if I'm wrong that's my bad 😅

Do you have OCs and any fun facts you want to share about them?

I do have OCs but I don’t think I’ve talked about them here 😅 I’m not gonna ramble toooo much but um aside from OCs from my old novella (Qehnaylaht/Nahdeyna/Gaealena/etc), current rp OCs (I love Paulie and Catrina Chester so damn much you guys but I would not stop rambling, as well as Aliana María Alliyma from another rp), a bunch of characters I never got to play, and Clara & Ella (my OCs for Firefly fanfic and now their own original sci-fi world), there’s these three?

Wendell — an NPC I made for D&D that now lives rent free in my head. He’s a warlock who has no clue what his actual patron is, because sometimes things get crazy with trickster deities. He uses a custom wheelchair that has a few little fae spells on it (mostly just to make it so no one else dares to touch it or try to move him) and lives inside a mimic.

Morgan — created her for a pirates roleplay but that ended (I don’t know why but I probably messed up somehow since the other writer blocked me?). Scrappy smart Caribbean girl who sometimes passes as a man and is apprenticed to a doctor.

Char — short for Charcoal (their birth name is Charlotte but no one gets to call them that), Char is a mostly home bound artist who may or may not be from the fae realm. She started as a sort of vent OC I could give some of my problems but ended up in a really fascinating space. Whenever I write her, I make it very unclear whether or not she is actually magical or not. If she is, she is part-djinn and who knows what else and descendent of men and women who traded themselves or were stolen away by the fae—if she isn’t, she grew up in a very limiting environment and developed pretty extreme maladaptive tendencies.

I also have OCs for a lot of universes I would like to roleplay in buttttt no one ever dies cause the fandoms more or less don’t exist (Broken Earth, Invisible Library, etc). Oh, and the characters in the musical im writing! They’re very fun but I’ve typed enough and don’t want to bore you too much 😅

What about you? 👁️ have anyone you wanna talk about today?



[willowbird]

Pretty sure my prompt did get eaten! Which has happened to me before so it’s all good. I’m pretty sure it was something along the lines of; Neil is a badass and the foxes (including the freshmen) learn more about his past. Thank you so much!! Also another prompt that could be cool would be the foxes going back in time for some reason(rip in the universe or something scientific) and meet young mean neil on the run. Anyways take your time and if these prompts don’t call to you feel free to ignore!

I have a smol obsession with the idea of Aaron going back in time. This is not the first and certainly won't be the last time I write something to that effect :)

Hope you like!

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To say that Aaron woke up with a headache would be similar to describing that guy from Final Destination who got impaled by a bunch of logs as having gotten "a few splinters". His head felt like it was fucking splitting in two, pounding like his brain was trying to make a break for it.

Jesus fuck, had he been drinking last night? Was this a hangover? It must be, because he couldn't remember a damn thing and to be perfectly fucking honest he couldn't be bothered to try all that hard to do so - he was spending too much energy being in agony.

Groaning, Aaron gripped his head, pressing the heels of his palms into his temples. Applying pressure to the tender areas almost hurt more, but it also helped in that weird way it helps when you really dig in to a bad knot during a massage. "Ugh... fuck fuck fuck..." he hissed as he tried rubbed at his temples.

The scrape of footsteps suddenly very loud beside his ears made him flinch - and also made him realize that he was flat on his back. His awareness snowballed from there - it was cold and he was on the ground outside, chipped pavement digging into his back and the back of his head. Something nearby smelled like a dead rat in an easy bake oven, and every few seconds small icy droplets hit his face like maybe it was starting to rain.

"That's a really stupid place to take a nap." The voice was almost familiar, but Aaron couldn't place how or why and he wasn't sure he was up to opening his eyes.

"Fuck off," he growled instead, gritting his teeth and moving his hands to press against his eyes.

"Rude." Something nudged his shoulder. Aaron ignored it, but it came again, then again, and again.

With a groan, Aaron pulled his hands away from his face and opened his eyes, glaring up at the annoyance. "Will you knock it the fuck off?!"

The kid standing above him couldn't be older than ten. Even from the awkward viewpoint, Aaron could tell that the boy was a fucking pipsqueak. He was scrawny and short, wearing a baggy old sweatshirt that looked about six sizes too big on him. His hair was blond with dark roots of an indiscernible color, and was long enough to really fucking need a comb - as it was a complete mess, falling around his face, sticking up around his ears, halfway shading his eyes...

Eyes that were the kind of blue that caused wounds.

Aaron blinked. He frowned. He closed his eyes tightly then opened them again - but the eyes were the same. And there was something in the stubborn set of the kid's mouth that was familiar, too. He instantly thought of Neil, but his brother-in-law was a self-proclaimed Andrewsexual so he somehow doubted that he had a scrappy little lovechild lurking in the shadowed corners of...

Wait, where the fuck even was he?

Aaron looked around, finally registering that he was in some kind of dark alley. The sounds of a city were buzzing in the near distance - maybe a few blocks away. Wherever he was now was more residential, and it was late enough that most people were in their homes instead of out and about. Great. Exactly what he needed. The pounding in his head was finally starting to subside, though, and he would take what he could get. Slowly, he pushed himself up to a sitting position - the kid standing above him stepping quickly back to put space between them. There was a very familiar wariness in his eyes, in the tension of his thin shoulders, and in the way he balanced his weight on the balls of his feet - ready to run - that had Aaron forcibly swallowing down the paternal instinct he honestly didn't think he had the capacity for until the twins were born.

Knowing better than to offer reassurances or ask if the kid was alright, Aaron instead asked, "You know what time it is?"

It was slight, but Aaron could see the boy relax at the question. It was a reasonable thing for someone to ask who had just woken up in an alley. After a two-second hesitation, the kid pushed up the sleeve of his sweatshirt to check the watch wound about his thin wrist. It was chunky plastic, the kind he remembered from when he was a kid that would like up if you pressed the two side buttons at the same time. The kid didn't make it light up, though, he just glanced at it quickly and said, "Just past midnight."

Fuck. Midnight? Katelyn was probably worried sick. The last thing he remembered... fuck okay. He had taken the girls to school in the morning on his way to work. He'd gotten to the clinic just as it started to rain. That storm, it was fucking intense - it knocked the power out and he'd gone to reset the breaker. He'd opened the breaker box and then... nothing.

Then he woke up here with this kid kicking his shoulder.

Speaking of...

Aaron draped an arm over his knee and frowned up at the kid. "The hell are you doing running around after midnight? You're like, what, eight?"

The boy visibly bristled. "I'm eleven and a half."

Aaron lifted his hands in mock surrender. "Oh, sorry - my mistake. You're right, that's definitely old enough to be wandering around the city after midnight kicking random people in alleyways. Eleven would have been too young, but eleven and a half?" He let out a low whistle and instantly regretted it, his head still too tender to handle the sharpness of the sound.

"Fuck you," spat the eleven-and-a-half-year-old with an impressive amount of venom.

"Wow," Aaron drawled. "Kids these days. No respect for their elders."

The kid snorted. "Whatever." Then he turned to go and a sudden, strange panic surged in Aaron's chest. As if... if he let this kid just walk away something really bad was going to happen.

The pain in his head vanished like the popping of a balloon and the shock of cold water. Sudden clarity surged through him, though he couldn't have said where it came from or what it meant. All he knew was that he needed to get this kid to stay.

Swallowing down his own urgency so he didn't spook the boy, Aaron said, "What were you doing, anyway? You don't strike me as an idiot and you've got to know it's not that smart to kick strangers, especially once that are bigger than you."

The kid stopped. Then he turned back around and crossed his arms - it was a combative posture but to Aaron it seemed almost protective, like he was hugging himself.

"You don't know that," he said.

Aaron frowned. "Know what?"

"You don't know that I'm not an idiot. Could be. You don't know me."

No, he didn't, he couldn't - but Aaron somehow felt like he did.

"Well, I'm Aaron." He stayed where he was but held out a hand. The boy just stared at it until Aaron dropped it again. Okay, too soon, got it.

"Congratulations," the boy deadpanned with such on-point scathing mockery that Aaron grinned. Apparently this was the wrong reaction (though Aaron wasn't sure at this point if there was such a thing as a right reaction with this kid), because the boy instantly took a step back, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"Thanks. I think it's a pretty big deal, too. You gonna share your name, or what?"

And there - there - was something. Because at the mention of a name, the boy flashed through so many fucking emotions Aaron might as well call him Robert Plutchik. An uneasy twist pulled in his gut and he once again thought of Neil. Those eyes, that bite, and a reaction like that to the request for a name...? No, Aaron was just reading too much into it. That was impossible.

"Or if not your name, what should I call you? I can't just keep calling you 'kid' in my head, that's weird and kind of creepy."

The boy blinked, then snorted - and for an instant he wore a small, crooked little smile that was an exact replica of Neil's. And with that smile, Aaron saw the other features of his face line up too. And... fuck, he didn't know how - but he knew for fucking certain that he was looking at an eleven-and-a-half year old Neil Josten. Or, well, whatever his name was at the time.

"Um... Kendrick."

And yeah, that solidified it.

"Like the goalie?"

The boy's, Neil's, eyes widened. Big and round and bright as diamond moons. "You know exy?!"

Aaron coughed around a laugh and nodded. He adjusted how he was sitting, crossing his legs to get more comfortable. If he stood up he thought he might spook the kid - Neil - again, so he would just stay put until he figured out what the fuck to do. "Yeah, you could say that. I played backliner for a bit, and my brother--" He stopped himself. If he said that his brother was a pro, Neil was going to want to know what team he played for, and somehow he didn't see that going over well. Either this was some kind of fucked up fever dream or he had gone back in time - and Aaron hated himself a little bit for leaning more toward time travel. This all just felt too fucking weird for a dream.

"My brother played goalie. So of course I know Kendrick."

"Goalies are so cool. I used to play backliner. Sort of. Well, I did, for a little bit. But I can't play anymore. Don't play anymore." He made a face and shrugged his shoulders. "Doesn't matter. I think goalies are way cool. Because they're all standing there and then BAM suddenly they're RIGHT THERE and WHAM the ball goes flying across the court. I would hate to be a goalie though, because they have to stand there. And I want to play on a really good team and goalies on really good teams probably get really bored. But I like being a backliner. I get to protect the goalie and fuck up the strikers. All strikers are arrogant shitheads."

He said this with the confidence of a man who knew what he was talking about - all eleven-and-a-half years of him. And really, with what Aaron knew about Neil's past, he figured the kid kind of did. Also, inside he was fucking singing because Little Neil just called Big Neil an arrogant shithead and that was some kind of exquisite justice if he said so himself.

So Aaron, of course, nodded sagely. "You are absolutely right."

Neil grinned - the crooked smile bigger and broader this time. And.. fuck, that just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, that Aaron now had this image in his head of Neil as a grinning little kid. It was weird, and felt intrusive, and it was also so... so fucking sad. Before he could figure out what to do about that feeling, though, Neil's smile melted away like it had never been there at all, and he shifted his weight anxiously.

"Um, anyway. I should get going. Pretty stupid to be running around in the middle of the night , poking random guys to see if they're dead, y'know?"

Aaron snorted and shook his head. Then, before Neil could finish turning away and before Aaron could think too hard on the impulse, he said, "Wait, hold on." Then he dug around in his pocket, pulling out a crumpled receipt and a pen. After scribbling to make sure it worked, he wrote down Wymack's number. He knew for a fact that his old coach had had the same phone number since the nineties - so it was the only one he could think to give, and if anyone would be able to do something... it was Coach. That done, he held out the paper.

Neil eyed him warily, but curiosity won out and he stepped just close enough to snatch it. He looked at the number and frowned. "David Wymack? This isn't real. You couldn't have his number." That narrowed blue gaze dug into him with suspicion and Aaron had to force himself not to flinch (which was fucking ridiculous, by the way - because Neil was like three feet tall).

Instead, he shrugged. "Call it and find out."

Neil rolled his eyes, but he shoved the paper into his pocket. As he finally turned around to walk away, Aaron called out to him one more time, "Hey, and kid?" Neil paused, but didn't turn around. "It may not seem like it, but you've got a choice, okay? And remember it's okay to fight for yourself. It's okay to want to live, instead of just survive."

Neil's small body went so still, so stiff, that Aaron thought the addition of a breath might shatter him. Then without saying anything in response, Neil bolted - disappearing around the corner in five rapid slaps of sole to pavement.

Instinct had Aaron pushing to his feet as if to follow - but the moment he got vertical, the world went dark.

[winterpinetrees]

The High Council (The Gap Years part 3.5 or something?)

It’s my tumblr and I can do what I want.

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The north wing of the palace is built around a single room. Four thousand years of use have worn away any fancy name that it might have had, and now it is only known as The Problem Room. When there is a problem, the leaders of the elven world discuss it in The Problem Room. The Problem Room is also known as the source of many problems.

It doesn’t look particularly important. It’s the size of a human conference room and has about the same layout. The walls are covered in monitors and displays, and a huge holographic globe hovers in the center. All of this surrounds a beautiful table with nine matching chairs. The furniture is in grayscale, made of dark glass and detailed metal. The room usually has another dozen mismatched chairs shoved against the walls that don’t fit the aesthetic. The room has lasted four thousand years. That doesn’t mean that it has lasted particularly well.

The Apex always sits at the head of the table. As of three days ago, that is Apex Ishtar Mercuralis. She has a sizable cut over one eye and her signature braid is a little bit shorter, but all things considered, she’s well and ready to lead. Ryn Stormson Mercuralis sits to her left doing complex equations on a sheet of paper. Three other councilors sit around them.

The first is Devana Marolak, a stout woman with sharp fangs and feathery brown hair. A human might guess that her family came from anywhere between Eastern Europe and Mongolia. Devana is a traitor. Not to Ishtar, but to the old Apex. She represents the Hunters, a huge faction devoted to keeping those uppity wild humans in their place. When Emer failed to act quickly enough, she switched sides, betraying centuries of family history and getting her own brother killed. Ishtar is well aware of her councillor’s true loyalties, and prefers it to the normal sort of betrayal that happens in court.

An older elf sits on the other side of Ryn. He is Gullin Eburos, and he is nearly 500 years old. Genus Eburos is one of the high nobility though, so the pale elf only appears about 60. He has long white hair and looks the most like a stereotypical Tolkien elf of anyone in the government. Gullin is a biologist specializing in viruses and disease. Commoners call him the plaguekeeper. He likes the status quo regarding the human realm, but Ishtar needed an apocalyptic pandemic and knew who to call. He is a well-liked person, and quite down to earth considering his skills and power. However, there is a reason why Apex Emer Sondaica didn’t call on him to manage her own doomsday plague. Gullin has some skeletons in his closet.

The final occupied seat holds a very young elf. Due to their long lives, elves can stagnate as a culture. To avoid this, their government switches hands constantly and every High Council must have a scrappy youngster. Does it help? Not really. Ishtar’s scrappy youngster is Amedi Kebero, a prodigy from the outer nobility who won their year at the Conservatory less than twenty years before. They have reddish brown skin and dark gold hair in short loose coils. Amedi wears an archery armguard along with their noble vambrace, and their magic sometimes flickers from Mercuralis indigo to its original rust red. The other four seats are empty, as Ishtar has not chosen the rest of her council. However, Amedi and Ishtar’s seneschals stand at the edges of the room taking notes.

The five talk for a while. They are the High Council and there is always a lot to discuss. Other experts cycle in and out of the room giving reports. Some of it is good (the low casualties during the coup, public support), some it is annoying but harmless (Ishtar caused a magnitude 4 earthquake during her final duel with the old Apex that somehow affected both worlds), but some of it is definitely bad. In any coup, even a human one, the new government needs to eliminate their opponents. Elves typically do this by killing most of the ruling genus and its high noble supporters, and assimilating the rest into more neutral families. Ishtar has tried to keep casualties low this time around. Unfortunately, her attempt to capture her enemies alive has left three young adult heirs to the high nobility at large. It has also left one of her liutenants dead and another high noble seriously injured.

They always expected one heir to escape. Zerada Adust, the enchanting noblewoman betrothed to Marin Sondaica, has been wandering the human realm for a few years now. She seems more interested in human affairs, and the council thinks that if they leave her alone, she’ll be content to slip into obscurity. Either way, no one has been able to find her. Perhaps her captured brother has some information. More threatening though is Kova Marolak, Devana’s fiersome niece who was only a year shy of attending the Conservatory and becoming a true noble. She dodged the soldiers sent to take her into custody and disappeared to the human realm. Lastly, of course, is Marin Sondaica, the son of the former Apex. He unexpectedly ran off to the human world as well, seemingly having no idea that a coup was about to happen.

The prince must have found out somehow, because he had gathered three extremely capable humans and swayed them to his side by he was found. The testimony of the soldiers is enough to know that Marin chose his allies for a reason. The tall blond boy was an archetypical human warrior, and the one with glasses clearly had no qualms about violence. Even the less physically impresive human noticed the presence of elves before he should have. The council has a theory that the boys are the children of three human oligarchs as well. They’re a nearly perfect crew to keep an outlaw prince alive.

The council need to catch him, and they need to do it soon. Sooner or later the wild humans with their geiger counters and worldwide web will notice that things aren’t adding up. They will learn that they aren’t alone in the universe, and every elf alive knows what wild humans do when they feel threatened. Wilders are blunt, fanatic creatures. They’ll die for any cause, and keep fighting a losing battle on nothing but spite. Giving them a common enemy, a true outsider that every last human would hate and fear, would create an army like none of them can imagine.

No elf, not even the most honorbound noble, wants to die at the hands of a desperate teenage human with nothing left to lose. Elvenkind must avoid discovery until after they have already won.

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Congratulations! You’ve now met the entire (starting) main cast. Marin, Brian, Sierra and Clay make up the A plot as they drive across the USA, and Ishtar, Ryn, and Amedi are the B plot, trying to stop them. They will meet many other elves and humans along the way.

[unknownarmageddon]

thinking about killer having lv episodes. like. I imagine because of his lv, killer gets like, brief things, like migraines that are so bad, they incapacitate him for hours, or pain in his bones, like growth pains but much worse and sharper, which also leaves him handicapped for like a day at the very least

like, its horrid pain and he normally deal with it before by staying home and sleeping it off, but now he cant ride it out in comforf; now he's curling up in the backs of cars he broke into, clutching his skull and trembling so hard, his headache is only made worse by the sound of his bones rattling, and its honestly a bad condition to have in the end of the world but he somehow makes it

now imagine, killer gets used to dealing with it by just curling up somewhere and riding it out

then he winds up with cross and about a month in, he gets a pretty mild episode that lasts about two days, and he definitely flags a bit, randomly stopping to lean against a wall or tree, whatever is available, for a minute or two, then he's alright enough to move along and keep up with cross, thought he does have a bit of a limp

and then it goes past without incident, and then another two or three months go by, and they're a lot more. warm with each other, and killer gets just. he wakes up with the most horrid combination of pain in every bit of his body and there's the worst throbbing in the back of his skull and he just can't fucking move

and cross, a total sweetheart, lightly kicks killer and tells him to get up cuz they need to go, and killer just curls up in a miserable ball and whines for cross to leave him alone and it's so unlike him that cross is like.

"...are you sick?" and killer just gives a watery huff, feeling like total shit and cross finally leaves him alone and killer eventually just passes the fuck out, to cross's alarm, and he's unconcious for like. three days and violently sick for another three, then kinda ill and weak for another two days, and then bounces back and its like.

anyways im not sure where I'm going with that, im exhausted, but the idea of cross holding killer during one of his bad LV episodes and like, idk, trying to soothe him with what little healing magic he has to spare, it has me in a chokehold now

AUGHHH OHH MY GOD WAIT WAIT I love this actually wait

I definitely think this ties back into the whole thing with Killer’s soul already being a bit fucked up cause of the atmosphere and all of the after effects of the bombs and stuff

So THAT whole thing mixed in with the lv spikes like. Yeah. Yeah

And maybe at first Cross like. Doesn’t think too much about it when it happens or it even irritates him at first cause it means they can’t move as fast or killer couldn’t defend himself as easily if he needed to but later when they’re more settled Cross starts to like. Pick up on it. Like he can start telling when it’s happening or when it’s getting worse and he’s kinda learned how to deal with it and how to help and how to minimize Killer just feeling like shit to the best of his ability. And he’s learned to not push Killer to get moving again like he normally would when it’s happening, and to let him be, and he’s learned to like. Look out for him??? Or something??? Cause I’d imagine up until then he’s used to Killer kinda pullin his own weight for the most part

And Killer in turn learns to let cross help him. In a way??? Like it’s weird for both of them. Cause up until then Killer’s done it all himself. He’s rode out the spikes by himself, and now here’s Cross, trying to help or whatever and maybe killer’s stubborn about that at first??? Like shying away from it. Y’know. Like maybe he manages to make half hearted, strained jokes about it. Or something. But he realizes having Cross there’s much better than just suffering in the back of some scrappy car for days and then it’s not so bad

And It maybe like. Scares cross almost?? Like initially. Cause he sees Killer just be so drastically different than he’s used to it’s like. Fuck man is this guy just gonna drop dead any second

ANYWAY IDK what I’m on about that was a lot of just rambling on my part I feel but absolutely so real you’re so right so real

[wordsgood]

(a few of) my ocs, sorted by who they'd romance in sdv

if my ocs were in a stardew valley au, who would they romance??

Rae: this is both the hardest and the easiest, because Rae is both a misanthropic loser and a bisexual disaster, and she'd hate that nearly every woman in pelican town is somehow exactly her type. but Rae would fall in love with Penny, it's written in the stars. YES, she would be into Leah and Abigail right off the bat, YES, she would try to dance with Maru at the spring dance, YES, she would secretly love getting trashtalked by Haley, but then she would find herself dressing Pam down for being a strain on Penny's health, she'd be bringing bits of weird stuff she found on the farm to the trailer, she'd even be voluntarily hanging around the kids just to spend more time with Penny... being Penny's girlfriend would bring out the best side of Rae, her more attentive and self-effacing and protective side, and I think that'd make both of them very happy. and cute.

Loreleaf: in the farm I made specifically for creating a Loreleaf farmer, I went with Shane, because I was curious about why everyone loved Shane and figured why not, and I think their matching 'ugh, existence is the worst' energies match well, but I'm actually on the verge of breaking up with Shane and going with Harvey. but, if I'm being honest, Elliott is the only one for Loreleaf. he's Loreleaf's exact opposite, all vivacious and bombastically kind, and it would break all of Loreleaf's walls down in approx. 3-5 business days. they would be adorable. Loreleaf is, in canon, basically illiterate, and in AUs, he's severely dyslexic and doesn't like reading, so I picture a lot of 'I don't understand what you do but I support you???' and also a lot of beauty and the beast-style reading-out-loud montages. also also, fight me, Elliott is a brawny boy, and I think scrappy skinny trashboy Loreleaf getting bridal-carried by his fancy lad boyfriend/husband is a very good mental picture.

Hazel: in the giant pan-novel SDV AU that lives in my mind, I think Haze could end up with a few people - Abigail, maybe, or even Emily - but my favorite option is currently Harvey. in my previous farms I haven't interacted a lot with Harvey but just the contrasts between the two are promising. melodramatic, self-obsessed Haze with a pretty down-to-earth guy like Harvey would be, first and foremost, very funny, but I also just like Haze trying their 'I'll be the bad guy and make you leave FIRST!" schtick on him. somehow I don't think it would get very far. not to mention Haze has all those health problems and Harvey might actually get them to slow down and let him take care of them. it'd be really cute, at least with the version of Harvey that lives in my head.

Sixes: this one is a little bit weird for me to realize, but, like, it's Haley, huh? Sixes is a guy who is drawn to difficult personalities because he is a difficult personality. anyone who would act remotely nice towards him when he's in Bitch Mode is not someone he can hang with, because when he's in Bitch Mode, he knows he's being irrational and overreactive and he doesn't care. Haley wouldn't put up with it. and Sixes wouldn't put up with her Bitch Mode, either. I haven't done a lot with Haley in any of my farms so I don't know exactly how she is once you actually friend her, but I can just see these two passive aggressive drama queens trying to out-snipe each other as a form of quality time and verbal affection. no one would get them together and that would suit them just fine.

Jatatyla: Jat might have been easy because of her well-documented love for bitchy blonde femmes but Tracy and Haley are not actually that similar outside those attributes, so she doesn't have to fight Sixes for Haley's hand. while she isn't trying to make Rasmodius fall in love with her (she will fail), Jat is pretending not to be head over heels for Leah. Jat seeks out stability to balance her own tendencies towards chaos and Leah is just about as stable as you can get. She's kind, self-possessed, easy-going, independent... Leah screams Jat's type. Jat dreams of braiding Leah's hair and being her trophy wife once Leah is a world-famous artist dragging her to gallery openings and galas. also, Jat will egg Kell's house.

BONUS: Doli Lin, Lev, Ashleah, Robyn: as the resident POV Aros, Doli Lin and Lev and Ashleah live with their friends, on their own, or perhaps in an Aro Bungalow near the forest lake where they can learn wizard stuff from Rasmodius, who is also aro. it's not aro wizardry or anything, it's just they're the only ones who have time to learn magic because they're not running back and forth with gifts all the damn time. they are very happy with this setup.

[love-killed-the-superstar]

It's true and you should say it (and not at all, feel free to pull from my liveblogs again if you need, we're all in this insanity together).

Extremely long rant incoming, to the tune of your own rant lol.

Sh'okonabo is the biggest letdown of FF to me because Ancient Evil Alien Of Mythos Coming To Take Over The World SHOULD be fun, as long as they don't just repeat Ch'rell's storyline verbatim. But instead we got a bumbling moron who assumes the turtles know what he's talking about and ends up giving them more information than they already knew, somehow didn't realise the planet he was coming to came with free sunlight which... is nuts, surely a lot of planets have sunlight??? Because, yknow, they rotate around the sun?? How this motherfucker achieved ANYTHING to gain infamy across the universe is wild to me because he just doesn't seem to know what he's doing!!

His evil alien mutation army could have been REALLY COOL ACTUALLY, if it wasn't defeated by Raph doing NOTHING because... The sun was there to save the day???? I can't speak for how his arc ends because I haven't gotten there yet, but even calling it an arc feels wrong at this point because he's done nothing for better or worse to make me give a shit about him or his evil cause. The fact he has so many villains siding with him baffles me because WHAT IS HE ACTUALLY DOING? WHY would they give him the time of day when his end goal is so vague and there don't seem to be any meaningful steps to his plan? He's done nothing to convince them he's capable of any of this because his plans keep failing so why would they work with him?

It makes no sense to me and it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that he's the big bad of FF. At least if it was darius dunn he has a clear motive, money/power/status enough to carry out his misdoings, as well as the blind loyalty of scrappy doo cody jones. Plus he's actually a fun villain because he relishes in how evil he is to a borderline campy degree. Do I think he'd work in series 1-5? Not beyond a one-episode bumbling fool that maybe Nobody would get them to help him take down. But if FF is insistent on a lighter, less serious tone, why are we doing an evil alien overlord who sucks at his job to the point it's boring when we could have had a dastardly diabolical rich tycoon who cackles evilly in broad daylight and makes it his life's mission to ruin his nephew's existence? Personally as a cody jones hater, I LOVE that for him! That would be infinitely more entertaining to me than Sh'itonabo!!

Future ShellShock. Where do I begin?

To start with, I blame Cody for all of this. He's my greatest nemesis and it has been this way since I first watched FF at 17. I think there could have been way more compelling reasons to drag the turtles and splinter into the future than "genius nepo baby makes a mistake he can't fix for 26 episodes". But for some reason, this is what we got. The one silver lining is that we got Serling as a commiseration prize - who I used to hate, but now I respect and find hilarious because while we are only watching this nightmare unfold, my poor man is LIVING THROUGH IT. #JusticeForSerling

I didn't catch this when watching but all of the parallels to Things Change kind of made my jaw drop because yeah. Holy crap. They really did take the same exact formula and make it worse and more boring. I think it worked that we spent so much of the episode not understanding what was going on or how they got there while being separated from Mikey because it made it all feel a bit more high stakes, but as soon as Cody took them on a tour of his building and gave his whole backstory instead of realising immediately (as a turtle fanboy WOULD) that one of them is missing and joining them in the search, the episode lost me. Because wdym you're going to exposition dump in the MIDDLE of the search? In a way I get that it would make for a more boring story if we switched things so the action concluded halfway through and we got exposition for the last half of the episode, but... idk, that sounds like a problem for the writers to figure out, not me? It feels wrong that Mikey was left out of the big revelations of the episode and just caught up off screen afterwards like his importance in the group is an afterthought. Idk. This episode doesn't outright anger me, but it does disappoint me.

It also irritates me that the only one initially upset with this situation is Raphael, and everyone acts like he's being unreasonable for being angry when getting thrown 100 years into the future where everything is different nothing is analog and all your friends are dead is a MASSIVE DEAL. Like, I'm not saying Raph should smack a child, but if he and Cody got into a scrap it would definitely feel earned and I would be cheering him on. Lastly, the fact that the turtles who have spent their entire lives underground would rather spend time in the penthouse instead of getting to walk around freely is insane to me and it needs to be studied. WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD OR INTERESTING CHOICE??? NOT ME.

Okay. Deep Breath. Onto The Gamer Episode.

When I watched it this one just kinda... Annoyed me? I didn't really care about it, it was just there and I sat through it. In fact, I scrolled back to check what I'd written and it was step by step: "why does everyone bully Serling / [insert Jammerhead making a masturbation joke] / they should just leave Cody to die (as I say every episode) / why is Master Splinter calling his son a disappointment, I hate this fucking show". It was annoying and disappointing with One Laugh from me (thanks Jammerhead) but it felt par for the course so I didn't let myself dwell on it.

But your parallels to the Christmas Aliens has awakened a deep boiling anger in my heart because yeah. They DID turn Mikey into a selfish whiny unwashed gamer in this episode, and WHY? It doesn't teach a lesson to the kids ("theres more important things than video games kids!" Or I guess technically it did, but he only saved Cody so in my mind it doesn't count - between Cody dying and a whole planet of people dying, I still bet the writers would make the turtles pick Cody. Mikey had no agency in this decision).

It also doesn't exist to have a deeper meaning, but it COULD HAVE. Maybe Mikey's struggling to adapt to suddenly getting a period of 'peace' after all of the shit they've faced in the last 5 seasons? Maybe his obsessiveness is a reaction to his life being suddenly calm in a way that's still painfully out of his control (being forcibly placed in the future with all of his friends gone - bearing in mind he is the most social and sensitive of the four - and just being told to deal with it). Maybe this could have been a parallel to Leo's own trauma response in S4 - depression manifests in different ways, after all, including bad hygiene, poor diet and sleeping schedules, obsession over anything that gives you endorphins? There is a level of control when playing a game, because you are the only one that can complete it and bring it to it's natural conclusion. Maybe that control was something Mikey NEEDED, to the extent that he ended up ironically being unable to control his own behaviour while clinging to it. This could have worked with the future episode with the same gaming-obsessed theme IF the groundwork had been laid down that there's something more to all of this - he's unhealthily attached to these material things because he's UNSATISFIED. UNHAPPY, EVEN. BECAUSE OF WHAT NEPO BABY JONES DID TO ALL OF THEM. But of course FF couldn't possibly let cody come off as flawed or it might clue in the audience that it's okay to disapprove of his actions, or, heaven forbid, DISLIKE him. Can't unopen that can of worms.

But I get it. If FF didn't want to take things to those places, fine. I know they're going for a lighter tone and bigger laughs. But that's no excuse for boring, flanderised characters, because this episode wasn't even fun to watch. It was just boring, and annoying, and UPSETTING when you pit it against the Christmas Aliens, which showed not only a really fun, action-oriented episode with plenty of funny moments, but also a tremendously compassionate and strong-willed side to Mikey. Here's a turtle who's grown up with very little material assets. He wants toys as much as the next kid does. But when he sees injustice carried out, not just in the robbery but who specifically is being hurt by it (orphaned children, who ALSO have very little in material assets) that opens his heart right up. You're completely right. He doesn't care that other kids will go without if this video game gets stolen - he only cares that HE won't get it. It's cheap, it's mean, it doesn't feel like Michelangelo at all, yet the show has the characters acting like this is so in character for him we'd be the fools for questioning it. It's rude to the audience, who has loved and cared for this character for so long, to act like we're wrong for expecting him to be any better than this. The one parallel between these two episodes I can appreciate is I think this was the episode where Mikey said ACAB and beat up the robocops? At least underneath those layers of flanderisation he still has his morals.

Oof. You've unpacked something big here.

I think what infuriates me about FF is that for every 10 things that piss me off, there's an idea that I genuinely like and want explored (hello, Turtle Titan 2 <3). But the show either focuses on the stuff I don't care about (seriously, I'M OVER VIDEO GAMES!!! STOP MAKING THE TURTLES TALK TO ME ABOUT VIDEO GAMES!!!), glosses over the stuff that I'm like Wait No Tell Me More, or leaves things unsaid that I would have loved to see (rest in fucking pieces Space Usagi you will always be missed). Knowing what we do about certain scrapped episodes, and reading some of Peter Laird's ideas for how existing episodes could have gone down that didn't end up making it to the final pass, it makes me wish for a version of FF that didn't have the overbearing presence of executive meddling. I used to think "it's bullshit that they went into the future for a whole season to begin with" but I could have worked with it if there had just been more SUBSTANCE AND HEART. Both things just feel so devoid by that point. We already know sci-fi and space stuff is organic to TMNT, so at this point I do believe that it could have made for an incredible season. Instead, we got what we got, and it feels empty.

If you have any more thoughts, I'm all ears. Clearly we both have a LOT of opinions.

@love-killed-the-superstar​ I hope you don’t mind but this particular part of your recent liveblog just… really sparked something in my brain that I need to get out, re: Fast Forward, and it’s this repeating theme of FF rehashing a plot point from S1-4 but worse. Like the turtles version of a live action Disney reboot.

This turned into a massive rant, oops, more under the cut. Clearly, I have a lot of feelings about this.

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[gyusrose]

➵ sk8ter boi -> c.b

(first person p.o.v)

⚠︎ smut (mdni)

✎ opposites attract au , non-idol!au

summary : you never thought in a million years to be attracted to a boy like beomgyu. His baggy clothes, scrappy shoes, long hair just wasn’t a click with your elegant dresses, tight skirts, ballet dancer- self , but somehow he managed to steal your attention.

beomgyu x fem. reader

wc : 4.5k

(first post kinda nervous)

“come one it’ll be fun!” my friend chaewon said shaking my shoulder making me sigh.

i normally love to go out , but today is not it , even though it’s summer, it feels like a crappy , frizzy spring day.

“my hair will get all frizzy and shit chae, it’s too hot anyways for a picnic .” i said making her pout.

“aw come on!! we barely get any breaks from ballet classes , let’s take advantage of it, pretty please? “ i mean she was right , almost everyday did we go to ballet classes with little to no breaks not to mention chaewon is the one that can never go out.

“fineee i’ll go , but if my hair gets all ugly after i’ll blame it on you.”

>>

“isn’t this so cute?” chaewon said as she looked at how all the food and decorations were arranged.

she made some sandwiches that were heart shaped, neatly cut fruit , homemade chocolate chip cookies and strawberry lemonade.

ok i got to give her props for this. almost making me forget how bad i didn’t want to come.

“glad you came ?” yeji , my other friend said.

“i guess this isn’t so bad.”

the three of us began eating and talking about random stuff throughout the afternoon, mostly about ballet since it’s all we do 24/7.

“i’ll try and see if i can miss class tommorow, my feet are in no shape to keep up with practice seriously.” yeji said referring to her injury two days ago.

“you know damn well Ms. jung will go nuts, she hates it when we miss and then she gives you a whole lecture on how much a failure you are for not coming to class.” chae responded making me chuckle and nod.

yeji just sighed in defeated knowing she was right.

as we kept talking we hard noise coming from behind us. more like skateboards rolling.

we turned around to be surprised with a group of skater boys. of fucking course.

“dammit chae, you could’ve at least chosen a park with no skateboard rink , you know how much we dislike those weirdos.”

yeji bursted out laughing at my comment.

“you mean! but you’re right.” chaewon chuckled at her remark and apaologized.

“my bad, i thought they retired or something, i never see them when i come here.”

“why the fuck are they coming our way?”

they walked our direction and stopped right in front of us.

“what are you little pink princesses doing here?” one of them said.

gosh how can anyone be attracted to this? huge clothes, worn out converse, shaggy hair , don’t they have any decent clothes ?

“oh shut up yeonjun, this is a public park, can we not be here?” chaewon said.

how the fuck does she know his name ?

“woah calm down, i just thought you girls will be in that cage y’all call ballet.” he said making the rest of the guys chuckle.

“can y’all just leave us alone? go on with your dirty ass skateboards and go away.” i said anger taking over me.

“nice insult , really it almost made cry barbie wannabe.” another one of them said. this one was worse, that hair, dear lord. someone give this kid some scissors, how can he even see?

“you seriously cannot be talking about my appearance when you look like that dumbass, you-“

“stop! girls let’s just go, it’s getting late anyways.” yeji said stopping me to keep going leaving him smirking. i swear to fucking god.

>>

it was the next afternoon and i was feeling drained. i was just leaving my daily ballet classes and all i wanted to do was to take a fat ass nap. but then my grumbling stomach had other plans.

i drove to the nearest restaurant that i could find. what’s the difference? it’s all burgers and fries anyways.

my annoyance got bigger as i saw the line to order food.

god just kill me right now.

it was like a 15 minute wait until i was finally the next in line.

as i saw the person leave the register i felt someone get in front of me. i only saw the back is his head but i already knew who it was.

“excuse you asshole? i was waiting before you!” i exclaimed at him . i was hungry as fuck of course i’m angry.

he turned around smirking.

“oh my bad didn’t see you there.” that’s all he said before telling the cashier his order.

at this point i was huffing like a little kid throwing a tantrum.

“who the fuck do you think you are? i’m really fucking hungry.” i said shoving his shoulder but he didn’t budge making me even angrier.

i threw a couple of more insults at him but he just ignored me and finished ordering.

he thinks he owns the place or something?

i finally got to order after an eternity of waiting, more than half of that time was me insulting that long-haired freak.

as i got out my debit card the cashier spoke up.

“don’t worry it’s all taken care of”

huh?

“i’m sorry what? im not friends with the owner or anything.”

“the dude before you told me to pay your meal on his card.”

that skater dude ?

confusion isn’t enough to describe how lost i was.

i walked to where he was sitting not sure on what i was going to say to him.

“why did you pay for my food ?” i straight up said genuinely curious on his intentions.

dude cut the line and was a total jerk to me but then pays for my food?

“felt like doing some charity work.”

i clenched my jaw at him wanting to keep on insulting him but he payed for my food so i have to act nice for now i guess.

“look whatever this shit that’s happening just make it stop, we’re not friends or anything , thank you for the food but i really didn’t need that, now go one and leave me alone jerk.”

“looks like someone can’t take a joke, calm down, you look very funny when you’re mad _______.”

how the fuck does he know my name ?

“how the fuck do you know my name?”

he stayed silent for a moment.

“i just do , now if you excuse me i have places to be in.”

that’s all he said before leaving the restaurant leaving me utterly flabbergasted.

>>

“yeji , this isn’t a classy party, this is a straight up fuckplace.”

i looked around as all i could see is people drunk out of their minds grinding on each other , punching each other, while me and my friends are here dressed like we were having dinner with the president.

“seriously i’m sorry, my friend told me it was going to be better than this, ugh a bunch of low lives are the only ones here, i’ll go get us a drink.”

i turned to chaewon who now seemed to be getting along with some other girl leaving me looking like a loser.

and erupt of laughter caught my attention as i looked where it was coming from.

you’ve got to be kidding me.

of course it was them.

those guys.

they were surrounded by girls , some one their laps and some on their side. they had beers all over the table.

but for some reason i couldn’t find the one that has been up my ass-

oh there he was.

he was walking to the table with a beer in his hand taking a seat. i saw a girl approach him which seem to startle him for a moment but then followed on her flirting.

wanting to get away i went upstairs to see if i could find a bathroom. by the way bad idea.

still confused on how girls like that kind of men.

a bunch of drunks all over the hall that i could barely go through them.

when i thought i was finally there someone grabbed my arm.

“what’s a pretty little thing like you all alone?” an unknown man who’s breath smelled like beer and cigarettes combined said.

i’m so close to gagging right now.

“leave me alone asshole.” i said trying to get away from his grip but it was useless, he was much stronger.

“playing hard-to-get aren’t we? how about we-“

“she said to leave her alone dude.” a voice said behind him making the man turn around .

“awww what is little emo beomgyu going to do?”

suddenly a punch was thrown making me flinch at the sudden move.

the drunk man was now on the floor moaning in pain.

who i suppose is beomgyu hissed at the pain in his knuckles as he literally knocked him out.

i was still in shock but he grabbed my hand and led me to god knows where.

“why the fuck are you here? this place isn’t safe for people like you.”

“excuse you? i can go wherever i want, you can’t tell me what to do.”

he rolled his eyes in response.

“you know what i mean , like seriously, the people around here are just bad.”

“then why are you here?”

he sighed before answering.

“this is just where i grew up in, it’s hard letting go of the places i know the most , that’s why i know what i’m telling you.”

we finally got outside of the supposed “bar.”

“well thanks for saving my ass, i’ll get going now, i’d rather not bother my friends right now. “

i said and started making my way to the side walk but got stopped once again.

“you’re crazy. i just told you how dangerous this area is and you want to go home alone, at 1am by yourself ? “

“well my phones out of battery so i can’t call no one to pick me up and i don’t like taking ubers.” i shrugged.

“you’re so oblivious god, i’ll take you home dummy.”

yeah right.

“pftt in what? you’re little skateboard? no thanks i’ll walk.”

he’s got to be fucking with me.

“very funny, but no i have a car, you know my life doesn’t just revolve around skateboarding.” he said dangling his car keys in my face and led me to where he was parked.

damn it , his car was nice.

i was hoping to make fun of it but i can’t.

it wasn’t even dirty, it looked almost new and not cheap at all.

“your car’s not bad.” i said trying to keep my cool. i’m not trying to make his ego burst or anything.

“thanks , i can tell how hard it was for you to say that.” he said smirking.

see this is why i keep compliments to myself.

“so where to? “

>>



The car rider was pretty much him asking me basic questions nothing too special, but still kind of awkward. i didn’t really know him like that.

“you’re served princess.”

“ugh stop calling me that , you’re making me regret even getting in your car.” he just laughed at my words.

“calm down, just go home and rest.” he said but then he looked like he wanted to ask me something .

“umm do you think i could maybe have your number? it’s nothing like that, just maybe to um kind of um keep in contact or i don’t know, never mind i’m-“

“it’s alright.”

i responded tired of listening to him ramble.

not going to lie, it’s fun seeing him in this state, shy and all, making me feel bigger.

he handed me his phone and i typed in my number then giving it back to him.

“alright then um have a good sleep.” he said awkwardly and drive away before i could even answer.

i found myself laughing at the way he suddenly acted. kind of cute.

>>

during this past month i found myself actually getting along with beomgyu.

since the day he dropped me off and gave him my number, we’ve been texting and meeting up places, obviously we still argue and bully each other but we both know we’re just joking around.

i never thought that i would become actual friends with a skater boy, just from how i talked about them last week is enough to tell how i feel about them.

now i’m sitting here with chaewon and yeji at a diner. not paying much attention to what they’re saying since beomgyu started to message me.

“she’s so fucking annoying i swear.” yeji said making both her and chaewon laugh.

they both quiet down when they saw me not paying attention at all.

“umm miss? you’ve been on your phone this whole time. what’s the point of going out with us acting like that?” chaewon stated making me look up at her for the first since i got here.

“what did you say? sorry it was just something in my phone.”

“clearly, you’re always on that damn phone nowadays, who are you texting nonstop?”

i cannot tell them i’m texting beomgyu, i will not hear the end of it.

“no one, just a childhood friend i was catching up with.” good lie.

chaewon looked at me suspiciously knowing automatically i wasn’t being fully honest.

“mmm i don’t buy that, let me see.” she tried to take my phone but i quickly moved my hand and put it behind me.

“woah that’s definitely not a “childhood friend” why are you being so secretive?”

“you’re definitely hiding something ______.” yeji added.

“it’s just- ugh , you girls are gonna eat me alive.”

“aw c’mon , it can’t be that bad, give me that phone.”

i gave up and let them both see my messages knowing i couldn’t just hide it from them forever.

both widened their eyes and looked directly at me.

“are you shitting me right now?”

“HIM?!

“weren’t y’all about to kill each other that other day?”

i shushed them at how loud they were being.

this cannot get any more embarrassing.

i snatched my phone from their hands starting to blush for no reason.

“i don’t know we just started to hang out, that’s it, nothing more.”

“you could do so much better though.” yeji said .

“no no no it’s not like that i swear.”

“he’s not your type though, those baggy clothes..” chaewon said scrunching up her face making yeji agree.

“you’re right you wouldn’t fall for a guy like that, we shouldn’t worry about it.” yeji said laughing.

yeah , why on earth would i ever like a guy like beomgyu?

>>

“are you serious right now? “ i stomped my feet angrily at my brother telling me that he can’t pick me up since he got football practice after i repeatedly told him to tell me in advance if he couldn’t, but no, the mister waits until last minute to tell me. now i have no ride home.

it was a gloomy friday afternoon after ballet practice, all my friends have already gone home and i feel bad if i call them right now asking them to come back and pick me up.

who else could pick me?

of course i know.

i clicked on his contact on my phone and waited anxiously for his answer.

the phone ringed for about four times, me know thinking he wasn’t going to answer.

“hello? “ a deep voice answered . who the fuck is this?

“beomgyu?”

“yes this is me, you woke me up from my nap you fucker.”

yup that was him.

“i need your help, could you maybe pick me up from the ballet studio? long story , i just need a ride. please?” this was in fact the first time i was being polite to him.

“seriously? ugh whatever, i’m just doing this because i’ve got nothing better to do.”

>>

“awww look at you in your cute leotard.” beomgyu said teasingly from the drivers seat as i got into his car.

“shut the fuck up, i was too lazy to change.”

“what do y’all even do in there? stand on your tippy toes all day?”

this man really got the nerve.

“ like you could even do that with your lame ass skateboard.”

“someone’s mad that th- oh you’ve got to be shitting me…”

he said making me look at his direction.

i was so caught up in the conversation i didn’t even notice the huge rainstorm that was happening which flooded the street that lead to my house. now what?

“yeah no way my car’s going through that.” he said referring to the huge body of water a couple of feet away. you could even see cars stuck in it.

“just leave me here and i’ll walk, it’s not that far anyways.”

“are you dumb? you’re not doing that, i’ll just take you to my place, at least until the rain is over.”

i didn’t really have any better choice than that. so i guess to his house i go.

>>

i’ve always liked beomgyu’s house. it felt very cozy and warm. i never told it to his face though, just so his ego can get even bigger? no thanks.

“here’s the bathroom, since you wanted to take a bath.”

i told him in the car ride that i felt tired and a nice warm bath makes me feel better.

i turned on the water and filled it up to submerge myself into the hot water.

i tried my best to relax , but to ugly sensation keeps coming back to me.

even though i wouldn’t be attracted to a guy like beomgyu, he very much does.

i don’t know what it is, he’s not my type at all.

the way he moves his hair out of his face, the way he does tricks with that stupid skateboard, the way covers his scars with stickers instead of bandaids. i hate it , i hate the way he makes me feel. i shouldn’t feel like this. what would my friends say? what would his friends say?

ugh this is too much, i need to get out.

it wasn’t a long bath, but i think was long enough to make my legs feel better.

shit, i’ve got no clothes to change into.

god must fucking love me right?

i awkwardly called out beomgyu’s name hoping i don’t have to scream at the top of my lungs for him to hear me.

thankfully he did.

“can you give me some spare clothes? i kinda have nothing to wear.” i said trying to avoid eye contact as i was only in a towel.

he chuckled and brought me some shorts and a t-shirt. not bad.

“you look cute i guess.” he said going back to his bed as i walked out of his closet.

cute? what’s up with him? shouldn’t he tell me i look disgusting ? weird ?

“so um, where am i sleeping?” i asked awkwardly, gosh what’s happening to me ?

“in my bed? do you normally sleep on the floor or something ?”

“oh with you? i just thought you know…”

“oh trust me ______, nothing like that is going to happen tonight.” he reassured.

>>

it was currently 2am and the thunderstorm somehow got worse making the rain sound echo through out the house.

beomgyu and i were still awake though. we watched a movie or two and ate some fried chicken, the awkward tension that was once here slowly disappeared throughout the night.

both of us are now talking about nonsense when suddenly beomgyu gets a god awful idea.

“let’s play truth or dare “

“what are we? in middle school?”

“aww come on! got any better ideas?”

“i guess not.”

“truth or dare? “ he asked me.

“ truth.”

“dammit, pussy. anyways , um do you have a crush on someone?”

that’s a weird question…

“um i guess so, it’s probably one sided though.”

“one sided? who is it ? im curious now.”

“nuh uh, only one question, so now you truth or dare?”

he thought for a second then spoke.

“i’ll do truth.”

“and you were up my ass for choosing truth , look at you. alright then what’s your ideal type?”

he furrowed his eyebrows and took a while to respond, making me think if this was an uncomfortable question for him.

“someone that i won’t get bored with.”

huh?

“that’s all? no ‘loyalty’ ‘kindness’ or something?”

“nah, that’s all too corny knowing damn well i just want someone i can laugh with.”

okay…

we kept asking questions back and forth, each becoming more and more personal.

until then…

“truth or dare?” beomgyu asked me.

“dare.”

“i dare you to kiss me.”

my brain shut down for a second. WHAT?

“wait what?” i tried to act cool , but on the inside i was having a meltdown.

“you heard me, let’s just try it out, nothing too crazy.”

i took a good ten seconds to think over this.

i mean he’s right, it’s all fun and jokes, it’s not like we’re going to full on make out right?

i slowly leaned into his rosy lips and connected them with mine.

i didn’t expect it to feel THIS good.

he was a good kisser, he completely took over as he kept the kiss going longer than it should have.

i pulled away hesitantly even though i wanted this to keep going.

“sorry _____ , i shouldn’t have asked you to kiss me , i knew you would be weirded out by it but i just couldn’t help myself i wa- “ i cut him off by kissing him again, this time i took control , guessing be was still registering that i kissed him.

he eventually responded to the kiss putting his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. he slowly lowered me into the bed, being on top of me.

the kiss got more intense as he went down lower, sucking on my neck down my collarbone making me moan at the feeling.

he kept kissing lower as he reached my breast. he cupped one of them into his hand squeezing it while he left hickeys all over them.

damn he got some experience i can tell.

it didn’t take long for both of us to be completely nude , we were desperate.

beomgyu went down and slowly spread my legs.

he looked up at me and smirked before going down on me.

he started licking my slit while rubbing my clit making me bite my lip.

i entangled my hands in his already messy hair not wanting him to stop anytime soon.

“ fuck yes , just like that beomgyu.”

he moaned in response as he started sucking my clit. he then inserted two fingers in me with no warning making me yelp.

he started to move his fingers in and out in a slow moving, slowly making it faster.

god he was too good at this.

my legs closed at the sudden sensation of an orgasm and when i thought i was going to cum he took his fingers out.

“what the fuck beomgyu?!”

he chuckled and said..

“clam down princess, i can’t let you cum this easily, seems like someone’s desperate.”

i groaned in frustration and rolled my eyes.

of course he can’t stop fucking teasing me.

he then went through his night table and pulled out a condom and put it on.

he lined himself up in my entrance before looking straight at me.

“you sure you want to do this?”

made my heart warm up.

“yes , i’m sure beomgyu.” i said grabbing his head and kissing him as he went in me.

i haven’t had sex in a long time, so it was more painful than usual.

thankfully beomgyu started slow making it easier to adjust to his size.

“feeling better princess?” i nodded which gave him the green light to go harder.

the pain was long gone , now replaced with pure pleasure.

“ugh fuck yes beomgyu harder.” i moaned

beomgyu grabbed my hands and intertwined them with his as he kept kissing me.

he pulled away and grabbed on of my legs and spread it allowing him to go deeper.

no man has ever made me feel like i am right now.

i feel like a virgin that’s never experienced any sort of sexual interaction before.

i was in a state of euphoria.

i leaned forward switching positions , me now being on top.

i started bouncing on him, slapping noises echoed through the room as i went faster and faster.

i leaned my head back as i felt my climax approaching.

“shit, fuck yes baby, you look so pretty like this.” he said through moans as he rubbed my clit.

he grabbed my waist and started thrusting at an ungodly speed.

“fuck yes, gyu.”

he slapped my ass before turning us back again with him on top.

now he put both my legs on his shoulder as we both came closer to our orgasm.

my back arched as i came leaving me gasping for air.

beomgyu pulled out and took his condom off cumming on my stomach leaving him like me, out of breath.

he laid next to me for a minute in silence. leaving us to process what just happen.

“you know, i’ve always had a crush on you.” he said making me frown and look at him .

“i’m sorry what?”

“yeah, since we were in high school, all my friends knew and tried to make me go up to you but i was too much of a pussy to go talk to you, since you know, you were popular and i knew i had no chance with you.”

no way…

“beomgyu , you’ve liked me since then?”

“yes believe me, i figured the only way to talk to you would be bothering you, so that’s what i did , and you see it worked.” he said smirking .

i smacked my lips slapping his shoulder lightly.

“i guess you could now start teaching me those skateboard lessons you talked about. “

[supermightyglue]

omgg im so obsessed with your jackass oc’s. i dont have a specific headcanon request but could you write more about a main cast girl?

yesssss yes !! & thank u sm that means the world <3 i have many more ideas and am gonna post actual headcanons and stuff but for now take this very random and very specific shit

her nickname is pissbaby. i have said it before but i must say it again so everyone is aware. she got it growing up and tbh there isn’t a real reason for it other than the fact that she has pissed herself a few times

went to the met gala with knox (was def invited before he was tho)

braids pontius’ hair a lot. does his hair in general. she’s good with hair styling nd even cuts her own

was the one to receive the off road tattoo

is always paired with knox (and tremaine sometimes) for press shit

has a lot of modeling/movie offers but tbh she just wants to skate and do stunts and travel and hang out with her guys

ik i said she cant cook but i changed my mind. cooking is lowkey her love language. she’s a vegetarian but doesn’t mind cooking meat if someone wants it. a long day filming? invites everyone over and cooks for them.

doesnt cook for herself tho. the queen of struggle meals. buys a lot of cereal

also always let’s ppl crash at her place. pontius is there a lot cuz the whole living in his van situation. he and steve were in her (iconic) cribz ep

present for most of the wildboyz trips even if she didn’t appear in the episode. she loves animals and traveling and learning about other cultures so it was like heaven for her

CRAZY stupid .. like, almost as bad as knoxville. she somehow was able to get in the bullpen and it scared the shit out of everyone (especially steve o)

honestly she doesn’t like fucking with animals and doesn’t wanna do anything to hurt them. she feels bad for certain things they do and regrets stressing them out

and she can be really sweet, but with animals? she is practically a different person. she turns into such a softie

has a few doggies. all rescues and with disabilities because she gets sad when people don’t want them

probably closest to the wildboyz, especially pontius. but knox too, and dunn <3

super fond of preston too. he’s so sweet and she can’t help but adore him

ppl swear either chris or pj is her soulmate (myself included nd i cant decide who pls help me)

always down for skate sessions

is sponsored by powell peralta (and is kinda at war with bam because he thinks his element sponsorship is better)

very fashionable. an it girl. (again, i picture her as devon aoki)

super scrappy and will fight a grown man

she knows how to fall because she’s a skater but she also has gotten some GNARLY injuries. usually to her head. always has bruises

knows first aid and she isn’t a medic obv but she has been SUPER helpful in certain situations

literally unable to drive, and yet, she drove for part of the gumball rally .. she managed to genuinely scare the guys. she doesn’t have her license for a reason.

one of those ppl who genuinely does not need deodorant but unfortunately the smell of jackass clings to her

has a lot of girl friends. she is a girl supremacist. we don’t blame her.

she can be really mean sometimes but most of it is on accident. she just doesn’t have a filter. the guys don’t really care tho, she fits in

ska music enthusiast. and a deadhead

so she doesn’t puke and doesn’t get grossed out HOWEVER she refuses to take part in that yucky shit. hell no. that’s what crosses the line.

once the guys collected a cup of their mixed sweat and poured it on her and she has never been so mad. like, she gets mad, she has a temper, but she lost her shit in a way that she never has before. made them turn off the camera. knoxville was the one to pour it—no one else was brave enough. tremaine was even on the fence about it. she ended up breaking knox’s nose. he was a good sport about it. they didn’t fuck with her in that way ever again

she can be kinda mean but it’s usually on accident cuz she has no filter. but for the most part the guys don’t give a fuck and it’s funny

interviewers and paps can be really really rude and sexist and the guys can’t help but get pissed and say stuff because they love her. BUT they also know that no one is better at defending her than she is. don’t fuck with her. ever. she will practically end someone’s career. she does not give a shit

[centuryberry]

FNAF Security Breach AU (UTMV)

Usually, I’d just keep my AUs and story ideas in my head until I managed to crank out a oneshot or a multi-chaptered fic, but I think I’m going to take a crack at writing out my ideas on here.

The Story

Chara, a scrappy and feral street child, sneaks into the Pizzaplex and stays after hours so they can sleep somewhere warm. They quickly learn that there’s something wrong with the animatronics (a very murdery kind of wrong), but they’re locked in until 6:00 a.m. and the security guard is nowhere in sight. But that’s all right. Chara was used to being in difficult, life-threatening situations. They can hold out for a few, measly hours. The problem? There is another child stuck in the Pizzaplex. Three-year-old Blank was never picked up, so they stayed in the Daycare after closing time.

Somehow, they both make it through the night with some teamwork and some help from the Daycare Attendant (“help” is a strong word since it only took a flip of a switch to turn the friendly Dream into the aggressive Nightmare.) Bad news for the two kiddos: a snowstorm hit the area that night, locking everyone in. Help won’t come for at least four more nights and the security guard that was supposed to be there still hasn’t shown their face. The children are stuck in the Pizzaplex.

Our Main Characters:

Chara: A runaway who’s been living in the streets for a while. Their past before the streets is never expanded on - only that it wasn’t a happy one. They’re slow to trust and is willing to throw down with their opponents when they’re able to, but they also know when to hide and retreat. Their priority is to survive. 100% would sass a murderous animatronic if they can get away with it. Thought Blank was a nuisance at first but got attached(TM) and now is willing to burn the entire Pizzaplex down if anything happens to them. (Once Chara gets their hands on a laser gun it’s over for everyone.)

Blank: A regular at the Daycare who was never picked up before closing time. Blank absolutely adore Dream/Nightmare as the Daycare Attendant(s) practically raised them since their “Mama” was always busy making ends meet. When their beloved caretaker(s) began to act strange, Blank immediately attached themselves to Chara. While they never met the main four since those animatronics were for the “big kids,” Blank is a huge fan. They even wear character-onesies. A little too trusting, but they mean well and they’re good at sneaking around.

About the Animatronics:

Fazzbear Entertainment completely rebranded itself after the many fires, murders, and freak-accidents. No more Freddy, Bonny, Chica, Foxy, Roxanne, and Monty. Now, there are completely new characters who take the stage. Originally, the new animatronics were supposed to look more human-like, but because of some shortcuts made to save money, they ended up looking more skeletal instead. Because of how well-received they were after the first showing, the design was kept for all robots within the establishment.

Of course, the “skeleton” design is only the base. In an attempt to outshine their previous mascots, Fazzbear Entertainment took on a mythological theme. Not only were their designs more intricate than their predecessors, but their programming was completely focused on protecting, entertaining, and aiding children.

The Main Animatronics

Instead of only one animatronic being “good” and helping the children out, that role switches from animatronic to animatronic each night, which kinda makes Chara’s trust issues worse lol. Thankfully, Blank has a talent for pointing out which animatronic to trust for the night and it correlates with the onesie they insist on putting on for the night.

Cross - Inspired in part by the wolves of Norse Mythology (Fenrir and Skull & Hati) and by Werewolves. He has two modes: 1) His bipedal mode, which is a form which allows him to talk and sing, and 2) his wolf mode, which has him shift completely into a canine form. His first form is good with performances and communication. His second form both functions as a “guard dog”against any adult who may pose as a threat to children (criminals/abusers/pedophiles) and a “support animal” for children with high anxiety. The form is very fast and good at hunting. Since he has soft ears and a fluffy tail in both forms, he is very popular amongst the children.

Ink - Inspired by the Chinese long, or dragon. His upper half is mostly “human-like” but his body is that of a dragon. Has a long “noodle” body with a brush tail, which he would use to paint during “arts & crafts” time with the kids. Also gives swimming lessons at the Pizzaplex’s water park since he’s waterproof (yes, I replaced Gator Golf with a water park.) While’s he’s good at entertaining, he sucks are remembering faces and names (or remembering other info unrelated to art and swimming tbh, a total goldfish.) Has a water gun in his mouth.

Reaper - Inspired by the harpy from Greek/Roman mythology. Reaper is one of the few animatronics who can fly. His wings are intricately made, even if they technically don’t make him “fly” without the help from ziplines attached to the ceiling. Has a first aid kit in his chest compartment on at all times and can stitch up wounds if the wounds are severe. Has talons as feet for the aesthetic and to “perch” at certain sections of the ceiling. Can mimic all bird calls and voices.

Blue - Inspired by the jackalope from North American folklore. Because of his cute appearance, his merch sells out pretty quickly. Blue is always dressed up in a cute outfit. Unlike the others, he has variety, mostly because he’s perfect for advertisement. His antlers can also be decorated. He’s often the one available to feature in birthday parties. Blue can see through walls and (in bursts) can be faster than Cross, though he has limited stamina.

The Daycare Attendant(s)

Dream/Night(mare) - Inspired by @skumhuu ’s design of the Apple Twins as Sundrop/Moondrop. They don’t have a specific mythology that they represent, which is fine since babies and toddlers don’t think too hard about that stuff anyways. Dream is popular because of his helpful and warm personality. Night used to be just as loved because of his storytimes and lullabies during nap time. Unfortunately, Night’s been acting strange and aggressive as of late, so the lights stay on. Like Reaper, the Daycare Attendant(s) are able to “fly” around the Pizzaplex.

Geno Error - The original Daycare Attendant, who used to be the face of the Daycare. Geno’s Error’s design was inspired by the Naga. He was the first to be infected by the Virus. He was scrapped and thrown away after an incident that ended up with half of his “head” caved in. (He fought so hard to not hurt the children.) Instead of breaking apart and letting the Virus overtake him, Geno became Error. With the remains of other bots, he managed to cobble together new parts for his body and survive. The basement area became his domain after he established himself as the “strongest”. (But then, a certain toddler falls down the trash chute and sets off long-forgotten childcare programs.)

Service Bots

Killer - A tour guide bot who was a little too chatty and smart for his type. He’d sass back to guests, take them through different routes, and even swear (how he learned to swear no one knew.) It was when his “eyes” started to secrete an oily substance that he was scrapped.

Horror - A food server bot who, after an accident that damaged his processor, binged ate food instead of serving them. Even after being thrown away, he’d “eat” everything and anything.

Dust - A security bot whose paranoia programming ran a little too well. He saw fellow security guards and visiting guests as threats. He set off the alarm too often, which led to him being scrapped.

TK - A child-sized map bot who tries his best. Offers maps for each level of the Pizzeria. Befriends Blank and annoys Chara to no end.

There’s more about this AU that I’d love to expand on and talk about. Feel free to ask! Or just wait until I post more about the AU. Since I will.

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@teruel-a-witch sorry if I piggyback your meta but as I told you, my once very thin answer has grown into a 2k monster and it won’t fit into a pm LOL.

Regarding Danny’s feminine side and his taking after his mom as a role model and his sister being a key point into developing such a caring, nurturing side (it was all prompted by Danny telling Eric, in 3x12, that he himself was a bit scrappy and rowdy at Eric's age, and only his dad kicking him in line wgen he strayed too far was what had managed to make him the man he is....smth like this), and his behavioral choices as a father.

Regarding Danny’s family, his upbringing and role models. First thing, we have to keep in mind that, being fictional characters, they suffer from all inconsistencies and retcons and continuity errors we can expect from such a BAD writer.

On one side, Steve’s background is quite more simple, smooth and linear: toxic family, childhood neglect, emotional shutdown, feelings rejection, honor&duty as only life goal for A Male Boy Son™, and the recipe for disaster is assured. Sometimes I wonder how he managed to keep such a soft, sweet, emotional core, to the point that Danny needed just a little push to make all of his carefully built Navy SEAL walls crumble to dust, with such an unhealthy past.

Danny though. His background is different, because somehow they had no need to build another (supposedly, but in the end Alex fucked them all and played a deep, nuanced and emotional character) No Tears Iron Man....Danny had to be the more emotional, more open, more feminine of the two. Probably because PL hated Scott, probably bc he wanted to make his Steve Avatar shine, probably bc of the (supposedly, but look how it turned out right against him lol) nagging wife syndrome....anyway, they gave him more background. But being a BAD writer, he smashed together a bunch of facts and situations that only the loving, caring, intelligent, thoughtful gaze of the fandom could find a logic middle ground for, and reconcile them. Just thinking about that idiotic, useless "Danny hookup episode" (10.14) which has been the less appreciated of ALL the series, the most flattering comment around being "WTF of hallucinatory disorder has managed to concoct such an LSD induced shit???" 😂

So I can expect that whatever reason we may find for Danny’s attitude, our reasoning will be Einstein level while the writer's one could be "single fly bumping around the empty walls of his skull and producing noise"....

This said.

The first thing I notice, is that children upbringing nowadays is a bit different from when I was a kid. The 15 years younger kids I studied with, definitely have been raised differently: male boys had no qualms hugging or kissing each other on cheeks, talking clothes and hairstyles, being soft even when being jerks, and generally being more complicit with female friends, even without any sexual overlay. Not a lot of them had siblings, the most part had just one and it made no difference. When I was young, which is when Steve and Danny were too, this wasn't a thing. Like, ever. Risk of being called, even by joke but not so much, a FAG, were behind the corner. Some friends have been harassed very heavily for their unusual behaviour, and my female so-called friends wouldn't accept to be seen in couple hanging out because LESBIAN....

I don’t know about US family roles in that period, but here (and Danny comes from a Italoamerican family) the roles were and still are quite stereotypical and settled. "Food is a language of love" this fuck. Preparing food, for example, at least in my personal experience, it's one of the way to establish roles and power dynamics: the women make food, the men eat and praise, the women are happy and feel like they've accomplished a duty. Men who make food, like my sister's new partner, usually consider this as a power establishment too. They don’t trust the woman (i.e. my sister here, but also other three men I used to know in my cultural group) to be able to do good food, so they forbid them to enter the kitchen.

I don’t know about Danny, of course, but I think he definitely was captured in this old school gender stereotype, and probably it was normal for him to regard as "good dad behavior" when his father intervened to straighten him. But surely, he didn't "straighten" Eric and definitely didn't with Grace, or could never see him doing with Charlie. Something changed his mentality. I'll come back to this.

The sister thing. At my times, having sisters didn't allow a boy to grow up more sensitive or kind or attentive or whatever. On the opposite. All the opposite. Such boys, and later men, used to suffer from what my mother and me named the "Golden Dick Syndrome": meaning, being an only male among a bunch of useless females, indifferently if younger or older or middle, they were praised above and beyond, allowed everything, allowed to get away with everything, especially by mothers, who were and still are victims and accomplices of this mindset. Sisters were usually bond to bow and obey too. Like I said, Golden Dick Syndrome. The Chosen Boy. The One Who Finally Broke The Female Curse.

They were the worst, au pair with single male boy sons. This, at least for those of my generation...so, I find it difficult to think about Danny as being privileged by the fact that he had sisters. Maybe, being equally balanced, close in age, and probably with mothers and grandmas raising them with iron fist while The Family Man was out providing for everyone, he had the chance to soak in a different approach to life. Maybe he was involved, with his older sister Stella (I think she was older? Otherwise she would've had Eric too young), in taking care of the siblings, if his mother had to work too. Eddie, being a firefighter, surely hadn't the physical time to be present for his kids. And maybe he became a sort of mythical hero for Danny: his dad was a hero, risking his life everyday to protect every stranger on his path (which....hello? Now that I think about it...CHILDHOOD TRAUMA??As you said about Clara, who can complain about having a hero as a life partner? But think about baby Danny... How may times Danny stayed awake at night fearing his dad wouldn't have come home? How many times he saw his father injured and praised for almost dying and save some unnamed face? Which would explain A LOT about his yelling at Steve and being mad at him when he risks his life at the drop of an hat....we need to talk about this projection more, for fuck sake).

Which all brings back to who Danny has become. We don't know a lot about Jersey Danny...we know Rachel called quit. She is restless and unsatisfied and quite a bitch, yes., but as my grandfather used to say, "A coin alone doesn't make a sound". You need two of them. Meaning: Danny too had his share of culpability. Married to his job, doing shitty hours, working overshift to earn more since they struggled, risking his life for strangers at the drop of a hat, seeing friends and partners either being good people and ending killed, or either being corrupted and ruining the name of his uniform, struggling with rules and anger and helplessness and corruption and trauma and fatigue and responsibility....probably too cranky and tired to do anything at all while at home, except having time for his girl. And neglecting his wife. While falling in love with someone else, someone who got him fully and understood every bit of him and his, their job. Remembers you of someone?

I think what changed him was his divorce. It....broke him, somehow. He forced him to reevaluate himself, his choices, his attitude. Yes, he hated Rachel. He didn't forgive her for a long time, for taking away what he had carefully built, arriving to the point of becoming her pawn when his family fell apart because of Matt. His brother's betrayal broke Danny, again. He expected always, always the worst, yet he couldn't anticipate this. It broke him. He surely felt guilty, again, for making his folk suffer. I honestly am not surprised he begged his ma to take back his father, and her sister not to divorce. Stella was a single mother. Danny was divorced and had flown away. Matt was a criminal and then a corpse. If Bridget and their ma had divorced, too, his whole world would've shattered. It's just the same thing he did and kept doing with Rachel: since he had surely loved her, and she had loved him, despite being wrong together, he probably projected this nostalgic childhood idea of his family onto everything, clinging to this (supposedly) happy past every time reality got worse. If they had divorced, nothing would've been real: he can blame Eric's father for being shit, can blame himself for being absent and Rachel for being a bitch, can blame himself also for not preventing his brother from stepping into trouble like his dad did with him! But if his parents divorce? If Bridget divorces? Then nothing, nothing he believed in, was real, had even been real. Then, his parents were just Rachel and him,  and nothing he had believed in was true. He had to keep it together, keep them together, make them work like he should've done for Matt or his own marriage.

Especially now that he's met Steve and Danny is no more in his own father's position. Because that’s Steve’s place, and Danny now can understand bot Rachel's and Clara's point of view, from an outside perspective. From outside looking in. To the point of planning retirement in order not to leave both his kids orphans, and have time to be together with Steve permanently. Like his father failed to do with Clara, and like he himself failed to do for Rachel (couple therapy anyone??).

I think at some point, AFTER he met Steve, Danny started to change, to shift, to offer Steve that kind of sweetness and warmth he had always lacked but Danny had in abundance. By doing so, he started becoming a better partner too, not only a good father (I'm sure he had already overcompensated while married, because he was rarely present, but everything he does for Grace, especially his overprotectiveness and his meddling, are a sign of his anxiety more than his father instincts, and of his deep guilt complex too....which, good, because it prompted him to be a wonderful dad, but it shouldn't have been that, the reason why). And specifically, being the partner Rachel had needed, and being sort of the wife his mother had been to his dad...he had unconsciously soaked into his mother's worries and fears and angers and concerns, and simply projected them over Steve.

Like a mother and a wife. That's why I think it wasn’t just his upbringing making him so feminine....I think he probably unconsciously projected his dad, and also his reckless younger self, onto Steve, and by doing so, he automatically stepped into his mother's, and into Rachel's, role. Because he's deeply empathetic and can feel, and learn by proximity, by seeing and experiencing. It's a great trait....but it makes you vulnerable. And that’s also why, I suppose, he looks so open and loud and friendly, but is actually wary, cautious, guarded, when really giving his heart away.

What's with the ice cream?

At first, I thought it would be really exciting to be on a date with another man. And don't get me wrong - it was nice to have somebody look at me that way again, you know?

(sighs) But it was strange and kind of weird.

Yeah. Yeah, well, I know why. Because it wasn't... it wasn't with Pop, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Okay. Danny and his mum at the end of 4x16. They are talking about Danny's dad, of course. And about Clara's date with another man, sure. But why the hell I've got impression that Danny, while hearing all that "dating others is strange, weird and ok, maybe nice but... I don't want this, I want... only that one man, your dad", is thinking about... YEAH Steve? "I KNOW WHY". "It wasn't with Pop, you know" - oh gosh, you know, Danny, because... all your dates, all those girls (Rachel, Gabby, Melissa) are just like that, right? It's strange and weird and deep down you don't want this, you don't need this. Because it isn't with Steve.

Gosh, he looks so sad at this moment - too sad for "it's just an empathy for my Ma". He knows. He shares the same pain.

Omg, I love rewatching that series ❤️