#super epic dream tag!

[gordonstanheight]

HAD AN F1 DREAM LAST NIGHT ???

i dreamt that mercedes replaced lewis with a guy called button and i was like “holy shit it’s jenson button” and everyone was like no… check again… it in fact was a giant sentient button. like the object you sew into clothes. also valtteri was the 2024 wdc ? in his shitbox sauber ??

i prophesied your mercedes 2025 lineup guys it’s literally true i swear you’re welcome

[soaps-mohawk]

I just saw someone talk about Simon Riley being a rapist and the only way they tried to confirm it is by saying that he is a war criminal and all soldiers are misogynistic and sexist and they also talked about how he dreamt of hurting women in the comics when that's quite literally a normal reaction by being raped by both men and women (what I mean is that abused people sometimes dream of becoming someone they're not and don't want to be) but they conveniently forgot to mention how that "dream" was a nightmare. (Just wanted to rant about this and see your opinion)

The sigh I let out when I saw this ask this morning.

I'm so sick and tired of seeing this discourse. Not just in this fandom but in every fandom. Maybe it's just because I'm old and my frontal lobe is fully developed, or maybe it's because I was in fandom back in the days where there were no tags. You were lucky if you got a warning at the beginning of a fic. Most fics you walked in blind and if you didn't like something? You hit the back button and found something else.

This sudden mainstreaming of fandom has ruined these spaces. People come in, refuse to "learn the rules" that most of us learned by just existing in these spaces and watching others interact. There were no written rules back then. We learned by observing and occasionally being guided on fandom etiquette by those more experienced than us. Now it's just like people come in expecting fandom to be like every other space on the internet and then get defensive and angry when they realize it's not. Fandom is cringy. It's nerdy. It's happy and sunshine and it's dark and ugly like every media out there. Us creators and those of us more experienced in fandom have been screaming how to exist in fandom spaces from the rooftops but no one is listening and then everyone wonders why creators are leaving these spaces. Why fandoms keep getting abandoned.

All of that aside, this discourse about FICTIONAL characters pisses me off. Simon Riley is a FICTIONAL character. He has no morality, there is no right or wrong because he's FICTIONAL. You can make him do whatever you want to do because he's NOT REAL. You can give him wings and have him fly and guess what?? Cool, that can happen because he's NOT REAL. You want to make him a rapist? Cool, you can do that because he's FICTIONAL. You can make him whatever you want to make him because he's a character. He's not a living, breathing human being. There are no consequences of his actions because he's FICTIONAL!!!

Don't even get me started on this sudden discourse about dark fics and dead dove that's appeared recently. Dark media has existed for literal centuries. The Epic of Gilgamesh from 1800 BCE. The Odyssey. Mostellaria by Plautus. The Castle of Otranto published in the 1700s. Frankenstein. Dracula. The works of Edgar Allan Poe. Lolita. Hell, look at the Bible. The Bible, especially the old testament, is fucked up. Even in the watered down, bastardized King James version, the things the old testament "God" supposedly did, when you sit and actually think about them outside the lens of religious brainrot, are super fucked up.

People have been creating dark media for a long time. Horror has existed for a long time because it plays to our worst fears. It gives us a safe way to express those fears and to experience them without having to experience them first hand. You wouldn't bitch at a horror movie director for including things like rape and gore and murder in their movies?? So why is writing different? You think every horror movie director agrees with the things they portray on screen? You think every horror movie director would go out and murder someone just because they made a movie about it? No, because we're allowed to portray things in all forms of media, we're allowed to write things without morally agreeing with them. Guess what, most people that write rape or assault or violence, aren't going out and doing those things in real life. They don't support those things in real life. In fact, people that write dark fanfics are some of the loudest protesters against those things.

If you want to make Simon Riley a real person, guess what? He's not going to be even morally grey. Most people in the military are not good people. They're not. The people that are good people in the military, or were in the military, are the ones saying that the loudest. People that got tricked into joining, people that got promised things, people that did it because they had no other choice and then realized what it was really like after getting in? Those are the people to listen to. Not Call of Duty, not the people trying to convince you to join because they're glorified sales people and have a quota to fill. Look up videos of what happened in Iraq and Afghanistan at the hands of American and British soldiers. You would not like Simon Riley if he were a real person.

But he's not real. He's FICTIONAL. Even as a fictional character, he's not a good person. So many Call of Duty fans put on the blinders and ignore the fact that these men are out here committing awful acts of violence and killing people because they're "the good guys." People love to forget that Price literally kidnapped a woman and a child and had them held at gunpoint to get information out of someone. Not only that, he was okay with it. If he were a real person that did that, you would not be questioning if he were a good person or not. You can tell the people that have never played the games or watched playthroughs, who only know these characters through the lenses of fanfics and artwork and headcanons.

Call of Duty is military propaganda. They paint these men as heroes, make it easy to put the blinders up and ignore the things that are happening, the things they're doing so that they can convince young men that they want to do that and they should join the military so they can go out and do that too. That's Call of Duty's audience. That's who they're creating these games for. These young, impressionable boys who get excited by the violence and the action who will go on to fill quota numbers for recruiters. Call of Duty was not made for us, the people writing fanfiction and creating art for it. This side of the Call of Duty fandom will be the first to tell you all of this.

This side of the fandom creates fanworks which would turn Activision's eyes red. We babygirlify their military propaganda because it actively goes against what Activision is trying to do. It goes against what Call of Duty is at its core. Sure, some people water it down a lot, and others keep it more realistic to what these men would be like in real life, because it's FICTION. You can portray these characters however you want because that's what fiction is for.

And guess what, anon? Rape kinks exist. Consensual non-consent exists. It's well known. And guess what? Victims of sexual assault and rape can develop those kinks as a coping mechanism. Here's a study from the NIH website, and if that's too complex for you, here's a VICE news article that uses that study. People can write rape and rape kinks and CNC and noncon and not support it in real life. People can write those things to bring awareness to the fact that they happen to people in real life, or because people in real life have those kinks. People write those things to help victims, to support them. It's cathartic. Dark media most often is created for catharsis. It gives people an outlet, and it allows people to experience those things in a safe, controlled environment for whatever reason.

And that's the thing, anon. People don't have to give anyone a reason for why the consume that kind of media. Creators don't owe anyone an explanation as to why they create it. It's none of your business, and if you're not comfortable with it, then don't consume it. You can turn off the TV if a horror movie is too much for you. People walk out of theaters all the time because a movie is not what they were expecting, be it because it was bad or because it was too graphic or violent or disgusting. You start reading a book and you don't like it for whatever reason? You put the book down and pick up another. Why do people have such a problem with not reading fanfics they don't like? Why do people have such a hard time just blocking creators that make things they don't want to see. Most dark fic and dead dove creators put ample warnings on their blog and their posts. That's why those tags exist. You don't like it and you don't want to see it? Then block and move on and let others enjoy what they want to enjoy.

You pearl clutchers are ruining fandom and soon there won't be anything for you to enjoy. If you can't handle fandom, then don't be in it. There is no algorithm here. You're going to see things you don't want to see and it's very easy to just block and filter tags. There was a time on Tumblr where you couldn't filter tags. I remember those days. You had to download the X-kit extension to block things, and that only worked on desktop. The fact Tumblr gave us the option to filter tags on the site and on the app was a big deal when it was rolled out. I remember so many people that didn't want to use the app when it first came out because you couldn't block potentially triggering tags.

It's not a creator's problem if you were triggered by their media. Life doesn't come with trigger warnings and it's a blessing that it's become so normalized to include warnings at the beginnings of fics. There's websites that exist for other forms of media that will give trigger warnings. If you can look up trigger warnings for a movie and decide not to watch it, you can look at the trigger warnings for fics and decide not to interact with it. You're not out here emailing the directors and producers of movies that include triggers you don't like, telling them they're awful people for including those things in their movie and they shouldn't. Yet you have no problem coming into the comments and inboxes creators who do this FOR FREE because we wrote one dark fic. Because we wrote something that's triggering to you.

And yes, some abuse victims go on to be abusers, some people continue that cycle because they don't have the help and support to break it. It's a sad thing that happens, but it happens. It happens in the fictional world and it happens in real life. People can make that happen to fictional characters for whatever reasons they want.

I've written dark fics. I've written several. I consume "disturbing" media for fun. I've read books and watched movies that would send these pearl clutchers to the hospital. Hell, I've probably written things (some published, some that will never see the light of day) that would turn these pearl clutchers inside out. Guess what? That's okay because it's FICTION. It's cathartic. I don't have to give my reasons why because it's no one's business except those I decide to tell because I trust them and I know they'll support me. I don't support those things in real life. Just because I write for Call of Duty doesn't mean I support the things the game portrays. If you consume Call of Duty media be it the games or fanfiction, does that mean you support what the game supports? What the creators of the games support? What militaries around the world support?

Think about that next time.

I’ve made my stance very clear here before, but I’ll do it again. In real life, I am anti military, anti war, anti gun violence, anti genocide, anti fascism, anti terf, anti homophobia, anti conservative, anti rape, anti domestic violence, anti colonialism and pro choice.

Just because I may create or consume media with those things in it, does not mean I support them. It's high time some of these pearl clutchers learn that.

The next time you want to come into a creator's inbox or comments and spew hatred towards them because of the things they write, why don't you do something useful with your time instead.

This will be my only discussion on this topic. I will not be answering any more asks like this. I will delete and block anyone who tries to come "well actually"-ing into my inbox. If you don't agree with this stance, then get off my blog and block me.

[tourneys-by-me]

*there’s a limit for the amount of poll options so that’s why I had to group some games together

[uncouth-the-fifth]

i'd like to report a crime - Leon Kennedy/Reader

read it on Ao3.

Pairing: Agent!Leon/Detective!Wife!Reader Tags: anxious work stress + leon comfort!!, leon being a fucking goober Notes: when i'm at work I'm always picturing him swooping in to save me...... leon kennedy if you can hear me please protect me from 9-5 hell... and like I said before, I would LOVE requests or prompts for this fic, I have so many ideas but I can't commit to any of them lol.

Standing in the bullpen at work today, you had a thought. Maybe they called it “medieval torture” because that was a whole lot catchier than “a shitty day at the busiest police precinct in Washington DC.”

It certainly felt like medieval torture to you. Before you’d even stepped into your big girl pants this morning, you knew that today was going to suck. Plain and simple. Suck. Yet another presidential event was bringing the Secret Service’s jurisdiction into your already hectic station, meaning that big square dudes in suits were going to be breathing down your neck until quitting time. You had three huge active cases that needed your attention. One of those cases came pre-packaged with a deeply annoying lawyer, who, in your professional opinion, has his head shoved a foot up his ass. He will absolutely be showing up to bother you today.

And worst of all: in your haste to get to work (Leon had put some serious effort into making you late), you’d accidentally worn a pair of super uncomfortable shoes! So now every waking moment of your existence was bonafide torture.

Clamping your jaw, you glance up from the paperwork in front of you and check your watch. Three o’clock. Right, okay, you can work with that.

You slap your hands down on your desk as you push out of your seat, and it gets a satisfying yelp out of the man sitting cross-legged beside it. He bristles up like a porcupine and nasally complains, “Where are you going, Detective Kennedy? You said we could—”

“Coffee, Douglas,” you bite back to said lawyer.

The last thing you want right now is some of the lousy, watered-down coffee from the station’s breakroom, but taking mini-breaks at your desk is just not an option anymore. Douglas has been camped out there from the moment you clocked in, and since you both refuse to budge, he’s going to stay there. Breakroom it is. You wince the whole way there, cursing your shoes from hell.

Someone forgot to start another pot of joe, so you have the absolute pleasure of doing it yourself. A small blessing in disguise, really. You give the glass pot your best thousand-yard-stare the whole time it heats the water, and just when the outline of it is starting to burn behind your eyelids, you’re jolted out of your glazed reverie by a cheerful, “Detective Kennedy!”

The officer appears at your side like she was there the entire time, and you wouldn’t put it past her—Giana is the latest in a long line of rookies who have imprinted on you over the years. Good kid, but a little on the overeager side.

She gives you a sympathetic frown and launches into way too much bubbly talking for your aching head to handle. “Heyo! Man, it’s crazy today, huh? You look beat, detective. Hey, think of it this way—just a few more hours and we’ll be home free! Any fun plans tonight?”

The question triggers a movie-style flashback sequence in your mind, complete with black-and-white visuals and some tasteful dream fog. Leon, your husband, boredly poking around the aisles of a new Target by your place. Leon discovering the boys' toy section. Leon, your beautiful, amazing husband, going starry-eyed at the massive NERF Elite Titan CS-50 Toy Blaster, which you’re pretty sure you need a license to operate.

He’d tapped the Nerf box like a boy on Christmas morning. “150 foam bullets, baby.”

But it would take a lot of energy to relay all of that to Giana. So instead of explaining that you’re having an epic Nerf duel with Leon when you get home (no headshots, loser makes dinner), you cooly answer: “...Spending time with my husband.”

Giana hums. “It’s so weird to me that you’re married…” (Thanks.) “I can’t even picture you not grinding away at some case.”

The coffee machine burbles out its last sad spit of coffee. You pour a good amount into your mug, smiling, “Oh, Leon’s just as bad. We’re both married to our work. He’s just my favorite mistress, s’all.”

Giana opens her mouth to launch into another cheery tirade you can’t catch up with. You like the girl, but on top of being way too eager, she’s also painfully see-through. For example, you don’t even have to turn around to know that a gloriously hot guy has just walked into the bullpen behind you. It’s written all over Giana’s owlish look over your shoulder. Hell, you can even clock that he’s heading straight this way—not only does Giana cross herself to bid away impure thoughts of the stranger, but she evaporates into smoke out of pure shyness.

“Look out!” She stage-whispers.

Aw. Poor girl, you think as she waddles away. Considering who’s going to be unloading a clip of foam bullets into you later this evening, (what a strange double entendre), you’re basically immune to hot guys. You can handle this.

“Excuse me, detective, I’d like to report a crime?”

All sense of professionalism poofs off your face at that familiar voice. You whirl to face your husband, and in one swift slash, the ten ton weight of your stress is slapped clean off your back.

Leon’s resting stare has slowly been absorbed by his Serious Agent Face. But today, he’s smoldering less in the business way and more in the off-duty model way. In a white tee, jeans, and racing-striped leather jacket, he certainly looks the part, clean-shaven and dewy-skinned. Fuck him and his unblemished skin. What Umbrella moisturizer was he using back in the day, dammit?

You’re capable of joking again and fall flawlessly into the bit. “Of course. What kind of crime, beautiful?”

He isn’t really able to look flustered, but you think you get close to the impossible with the way his head tilts at that line. You notice that he’s hiding something behind his back.

“A theft,” he answers. The tiniest smirk twitches on his mouth. “My heart’s been stolen.”

…What a fucking cornball. The tragic part is that you find the joke pretty funny, and not completely in the ironic way. He waits for you to giggle and twirl your hair or what-the-fuck-ever, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction, ducking into his quick hug to grin into his shoulder.

You groan at his awful joke. “Jesus. You need a fork for all that corn, Leon?”

“I take mine off the cob,” he drawls in your ear. With that voice, he could make anything sound suggestive.

You’re about to pout at him for failing to return your hug, when you draw back and see that his hands are full. It’s then that Leon presents his bounty to you, bowing his head and holding his trophies aloft like a knight giving respect to his princess: in one hand, one of the stupid expensive coffees you like, and in the other… your comfiest work flats.

“How?” is the first thing your fish brain manages to say. Because, truly, how does he always know? The coffee, the shoes— “Did you put a tracker in me? One that tells you everything I’ve been complaining about all day?”

You go slumping down into the nearest seat, mystified by him. Leon sets the still-steaming coffee down in front of you and kneels, stooping to help you out of your shoes-from-hell. The strap around your ankle has rubbed the bone raw even through your tights. He gets the clasp loose on the first shoe with little fussing, then soothes the skin with tender brushes of his thumb.

“Mhm,” he hums. All you can see of him from this angle is the layers of color in his hair, deep browns and ash blondes blending into one another. The smug pride in his voice is obvious—he loves knowing he’s read you well. “Tells me when you’re hungry, too. Have lunch with me?”

Please god, your body begs. Just picturing it loosens some of the tension in your neck. Like last time, the two of you would play-fight over where to eat, and your cute little delivery boy would go pick up the winner. That way, you wouldn’t have to waste a single moment of your allotted thirty-minute lunch. Leon would pull up a seat at your desk (maybe scare Douglas off with a flash of his badge), and you’d get a blissful, uninterrupted dose of him. Enough to get you through the rest of your shift.

He’d be too deep in Professional Agent Mode to babble like he does at home, but Leon’s raspy chuckles and his hand on your knee would tide you over til’ five.

…But no, the universe is never that kind to you. You wince at Leon’s offer and drop an apologetic hand to his shoulder, still knelt at your feet and working on your other shoe. He’s too good to you. “M’ sorry, baby, but I think I’m gonna have to work through lunch if I wanna get home on time. Rain check?”

He doesn’t mind. He throws a squinty warning stare your way, not happy that you’re getting dangerously close to overworking yourself, but he understands.

A sly smile creeps onto Leon’s face as he helps you slip on a flat. “I could talk to your Captain. What if you were pulled away for a ‘federal emergency?’”

“Then I think me and my Captain would implode from stress,” you laugh. “He’d think I’d been drawn into some national crisis or something.”

Leon scoffs. “That’s only happened, like, once.”

The other flat welcomes your poor, aching foot like a jacuzzi hot tub, and you take a deep magical sip of the overpriced coffee he got special for you. It trumps the watery breakroom joe any day.

For a minute you’re so stupidly happy that you could easily punch a boulder clean off a cliff. Hell, you might even twirl your hair.

“One too many times!” You groan. Since he’s being all cute and kneeling at your feet, you can’t resist poking him a couple of times to be silly. In the chest. In the cheek. In the heart. Stage-whispering, you accuse, “I think you just like having excuses to work with me.”

Leon finishes helping you into your shoes, but he’s in no hurry to leave his spot. One of his rough hands finds yours in your lap and toys with your wedding band, twisting it, testing the groove where it’s been sitting for a few years now. Those big blue eyes fix on your face. You’re married to the guy, but something about being the subject of all his naked attention makes you feel like shrieking into a damn pillow. He’s the best. Judging by that mean little smile on his face, he knows it’s true.

He gives your hand a little squeeze and points out, “I was your partner before anyone else. We never got our buddy cop beat—so yes, I will shove myself into your world since I can’t pull you into mine.”

You’re grateful he still thinks that way. Getting him to talk about Raccoon is harder than pulling teeth, but this—your partnership, whether that be as cops in an imaginary second life, or as husband and wife—never fails to pry him right open.

You’d been asked before if it was frustrating, how your paths had split after the city had blown. The two of you had come from the same spot and endured the same things, but where Leon had soared up, you’d kept to what you knew. No part of you envied him for it. In his mind, the two of you were still the same unit you’d been then, endlessly loyal to one another. You watched Leon’s back and—clearly, he watched yours.

“You’re my favorite,” you tell him, sweetly petting his chin. “I’m gonna fucking destroy you at our Nerf duel when I get home.”

All the buttery tenderness wipes from his face, and in an instant he’s on his feet, clapping a scarred hand down onto your shoulder and bending to whisper fiercely in your ear. “I’d like to see you try.”

He smushes a kiss to your cheek, waves a friendly, “See ya,” and melts back into the current of the rowdy bullpen. You hate to see him leave, but by god, you love to watch him go.

A few seconds after Leon says his goodbye, Giana, your rookie, peers around the open door of the break room. Her patchy blush goes all the way down to her uniform collar. “...Nevermind. I can definitely picture you married, Detective Kennedy…”

-

Ask to be added to my Leon taglist!

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Inviting other artists!

So I've just made a superhero AU for utmv. Right? Well, I really only wanted to design one guy, Lust. Sooo I'm opening the AU (WHICH LITERALLY HAS NO LORE YET SO NO WORRIES) for others to partake in!

Here's like, the basic lay out.

Choose one Sans AU to turn into superhero/villain. Please refrain from using a Sans someone else claimed.

Make them into a superhero/villain themed after something specific. (Example: A plant themed superhero, or even a cactus one!)

Keep powers balanced with weaknesses, please make them relate to their theme!

Give them a civilian identity! You don't have to draw this one, but make sure to mention their civil job and name!

Give them a Superhero/Villain name as well!

Wait, supervillain?

OH YES! You can choose the mortal alignment of your claimed Sans! Super hero, villain, neutral, vigilante? Just pick whatever you want!

Of course headcanons are welcome, it's Canon to YOUR design! Make them trans, gay, autistic, whatever! (Human designs are allowed too!)

Wait.. what do I (the artist reading this) Even get out of doing this?

Well I'll tell you! For one, its a fun artist challenge where you personalize and create a whole new hero/Villain to your preferences!

You also get to imagine their lore, and incorporate their personality into the story! They'd all be canon part of the AU. (Note: if someone claimed a sans first and you did it anyways, yours wouldn't be Canon unless issues occurred with the OG/they gave you permission.)

I dunno, I just wanna make an AU with a ton of people, ya know? I think it's be fun for us to work together on this.

CLAIMED LIST:

Lust: Hero. Complete. By @thelunarsystemwrites.

Reaper: Vigilante. Completed by @solusminds.

Outer: Vigilante. Complete by @dzasterdumpterfire

Ink: Retired Hero. Complete by @lix88888

Error: Supervillain. Complete by @its-paperd

Dust: Claimed by @billygoat26

Farmer: Claimed by @absurdumsid

Cross: Claimed by @weirdest-worlds

Geno: Claimed by @eldritchcats

Shattered: Claimed by @genderfluidyellowocto

Nightmare: Supervillain. Completed by @analexthatexists

Killer: Claimed by @a-menacetosociety

Dream (and core frisk): Claimed by @thenocturnenarrator

Blue: Superhero, complete by @createbellatheartist

Fell: Supervillain, complete @underrrtaleee-freakk

Quantum: Superhero. Completed by @nashdoesstuff (Also made an OC for the AU, Dreamshade! Superhero.)

Horror: Neutral Evil. Completed by @it-came-from-mount-ebott

Ccino: Claimed by @some-aroace-chaos

Fresh: Claimed by @nightmareishomophobic

Die sans: Claimed by @dustsansm1

Bill: Supervillain. Completed by @endless-emptyness (OC Nanno made by sane person!)

Epic: Claimed by @dtdrawz

Fatal error: Claimed by @spookyboris2

Swan: Claimed by @glitching-moon

Sci: Claimed by @joonebugg

Dance: Claimed by @dv-reblogs

Swad: Claimed by @shinanigans-art

Littletale: Claimed by @somehhuuuhh

Possession: Claimed by @b0nerific-individual

Alter: Claimed by @annabel184

Paperjam: Vigilante. Completed by @papple

Decadent society: Supervillain. Complete by @supper122

Green Sans: Claimed by @xxcross-is-a-helicopterxx

Roulette: Claimed by @ant1quarian

On the claimed list, if you claim a Sans (By commenting or reblogging saying "Dibs Blank!" Or "Can I do blank?" Etc! I'll add it on the List saying: "Sans: Claimed by User"

Once it's made, please tag me so I can see! Then I'll update it to "Sans: Moral alignment. By User." And link it on this post! [Please only claim one, we want enough to go around! However you can claim variations! So one person could make dream, another could make shattered!]

[Note I do not claim any ownership over your designs for the AU, nor will I use your design w/o permission.]

With all that said! Anyone interested? [And hey, if you're not interested? It's okay to just not join. Or ignore this!]

Asks! (Questions regarding the AU!)

Can we make our own lore woth other characters?

Secondary claims?

Only two grabs?

Can we have OCs?

Can we use our own AUs?

[ecoterrorist-katara]

Hey bestie any zutara fic recs. I feel like I’ve read all the classics.

Hello anon! Oh boy have you come to the right place because I have read several million words of these two dorks falling in love and though I plan to read several million more, I am always down to screech about talented fanfic writers!!! Here are most of my faves, some of which you’ve probably read but my enthusiasm simply needs an outlet. No WIPs to minimize heartbreak.

In the spirit of not recommending too many classics, I’m not including anything from the first page of the Katara/Zuko tag on AO3 sorted by kudos, with one exception. Same rule does not apply to FF.net because nobody visits that site anymore, yet we mustn’t forget our roots!!! 

TL;DR of my Zutara Fic Recs: 

Half Asleep for a Miyazaki-esque adventure romance 

Southern Lights for a sweeping epic where A Song of Ice and Fire meets Middlemarch

Refraction for a swoon-worthy post-war political romance ft. Katara learning how to politick in a patriarchal world 

Stormbenders for a fun undercover romance that is a ZK classic for a very good reason 

Another Word for Alchemy and The Slow Path for hilarious yet emotionally compelling adventures with found family themes 

The Undying Fire for world-building, more Gaang shenanigans, and super satisfying slow canon divergence 

Katara Alone for our fave girl’s post-war Bildungsroman/travelogue/heroic tour

Simple Misunderstanding for a hilarious rendition of Ponytail Zuko capturing Katara and trying to not be a creep

Clothe Me in Seasons, Dress Me in Snow for a mostly canon-compliant (so, v angsty) story about the different ways that love can evolve 

And some one-shots and modern AUs I feel like deserve some more love 

Summaries, reviews, and general fangirling under the cut because holy shit this post is long lmao 

Long fics / series: 

Half Asleep, by crushinator | Rating: T | Word Count: 82,335

Summary: Five years after the Hundred-Year War, Fire Lord Zuko is hit with an assassin's dart, and falls into a coma from which he cannot wake. A week passes, and his prognosis is grim. But Katara could swear she hears him in her dreams.

My thoughts: this fic, in many ways, is novel quality. The pacing? Immaculate. The action scenes? Exciting and interesting yet super easy to visualize. The characterization? On point. Katara is peak Miyazaki heroine in this, setting out on a quest to the Spirit World to save her boy (who’s not really her boy) from whichever Eldritch horror has him in its clutches. I love the little glimpses we have of the mutual pining between Katara and Zuko, and there are no words to describe how much I love the resolution of Katara and Aang’s relationship in this story. And oh boy, is the climax of the fic super romantic. This is just a really well written, emotionally compelling, tight fic. Deserves to be a fandom classic. 

Southern Lights, by colourwhirled | Rating: M | Word Count: 769,274

Summary: A world where the Avatar has disappeared from memory. Where Sozin’s Conquest was successful. Where the unsteady order of the empire is threatened as members of the royal family are picked off one by one and lines are slowly drawn in the sand One last chance for peace forces an unlikely alliance between a homesick waterbender, a carefree Air Nomad, a runaway Earth Kingdom heiress, and the fire lord's inscrutable son. Together they must learn to shed old enmities and become the balance they seek to restore to the world.

OR:

The avatar has four heads.

My thoughts: Is it a Bildungsroman? Is it a war story? Is it a politics story? Is it a love story? Is it a friendship story? Is it a story about colonial violence and well-meaning complicity and finding justice in a world where it simply doesn’t seem to exist? Yes to all of the above, because at 700k+ words YOU CAN HAVE IT ALL. You know how Virginia Woolf once said that Middlemarch is one of the few novels written for grownups? Well, Southern Lights feels adult, not because of violence or sex or general grimness (looking at you, HBO), but because it’s fundamentally about having the courage to make choices, live with the consequences, and make more choices, and repeat that over and over again. If Katara is a Miyazaki heroine in Half Asleep, she is full on Daenarys (pre-character assassination) in Southern Lights, a heroine who gets put through her paces yet retains her unwavering resilience to find her place in the world. Katara can be pretty frustrating in this and I know a lot of the commenters on this fic wanted to smack her up the head halfway through, but I support women’s rights and women’s wrongs and her decisions make sense to me even when I also want to smack her for them, and isn’t that a symptom of good writing? I count my lucky stars that I joined the ATLA fandom after this fic is finished (which was only last year!) because I got to binge it in a few days and I have not been the same person since. Deserves classic status. 

Refraction, by caroe3725 | Rating: E | Word Count: 215,249

Summary: Making choices after the war was supposed to be the easy part. Her future decided and neatly packaged based on what everyone else wanted for her, what she should want, too. But Katara’s destiny had a funny way of being exactly what she wanted to run from. (As if anyone needed another Zutara post-finale slow burn after 15 years.)

My thoughts: YES WE DEFINITELY NEEDED ANOTHER POST-WAR ZK SLOWBURN OF SUCH IMMACULATE QUALITY. Both Katara and Zuko’s internal monologues are excellent in this, but I particularly love Zuko’s. The writer is so good at capturing his resolve, his earnestness, and his awkwardness. This is a very restrained fic — no great histrionics — but also incredibly romantic. The first kiss scene made me want to both sigh and screech. I’m also just a huge sucker for “Katara learns politics” which this fic has in spades, with a bonus of very thoughtful gender dynamics. Anyway, if you liked AJ Lenoire’s The Summit or andromeda13’s such selfish prayers, you’d probably like Refraction. Zuko and Katara are very much dumb teens in the beginning portions of this fic, which I personally like because it makes me nostalgic. Oh, and Katara is low key chaotic good in this, which is super in-character and hilarious.

Stormbenders, by Fandomme | Rating: T | Word Count: 171,000+ 

Summary: S3 AU from FBM. Deep in the Fire Nation jungle, the Gaang meets a group of rogue water ninja who send Zuko and Katara on a mission to retrieve Ozai's secret battle plans.

My thoughts: I’m aware that if you asked the average ZK shipper ten years ago what the ship classics are, the answers are probably Stormbenders, His Majesty Prefers Blue, and the Sparrowkeet series. The other classics are good (classics for a reason!), but Stormbenders remains my favourite. It’s funny. It’s exciting. It’s WELL PACED. The ZK relationship grows so organically, which is a huge feat considering this fic was started before we even got The Southern Raiders. The events are a little more adult than the show, but the tone remains very ATLA. There’s a lovely little animatic of the beginning of the scene on YouTube to show you exactly what I mean about the tone and the humour. I am always weak for a well-structured adventure romance, and Stormbenders stands the test of time because it’s just such a well-written fic. 

The Undying Fire, by Boogum | Rating: T | Word Count: 534,665

Summary: "He has the eyes, Princess Ursa." They were half-forgotten words, a whisper of fears never explained. Zuko had dismissed it all as nothing to worry about—until he somehow healed the Avatar. Fire healers weren't meant to exist, except he did. He'd saved the kid's life. Naturally, he wanted answers. Too bad finding them wasn't so simple...

My thoughts: This fic is mostly Gen, and Zutara shows up in the latter half of the series. Despite being a ZK shipper I like plenty of Gen fics too, and The Undying Fire gives me the best of both worlds. I love the world building, the humour, and the slow ramp up of the Gaang friendships. I absolutely love how the canon divergence is so subtle at first and gradually unfurls into something super different, yet retains much of its ATLA charm. Boogum’s written some other bangers too, and I have to give honorable mention to Zuko’s Tiny Dilemma (where a spirit transforms ponytail Zuko into his six-year-old self, and Uncle into a teapot, and somehow it becomes an emotionally compelling 100k word saga) and Following Blue (season 2 canon divergent Bluetara with a bigger focus on romance). 

Katara Alone & associated fics by cablesscutie | Rating: T | Word Count: 86,890

Summary: The war is over, and with it goes the only life she has ever known. In this era of love and peace, the world is becoming new, and Katara is unsure of her place in it. That's okay though. Katara has rebuilt her life from scratch before, and she will do it again.

My thoughts: I love post-war “Katara sets out to find herself and also finds Zuko” fics. Katara Alone is a fabulous coming-of-age story with some good old fashioned letter flirting during Katara’s solo travels. The sequel, Lady of the Tides, has some very thoughtful depictions of Katara’s place within the post-war Fire Nation, and the accompanying story from Zuko’s POV, The Fire Lord at Home, hits all my buttons. Like…Zuko is Fire Lord Good Boy! He passes legislation! There is political optimism! Swoon. 

Another Word for Alchemy, by FanPanda 13 | Rating: T | Word Count: 108,000+ 

Summary: Five years have passed since the Avatar defeated Fire Lord Ozai, and the members of the Gaang have all gone in their own direction. But when Aang invites them all to a Peace Summit at the North Pole and tells them of his new project, for which he will need their support, the group comes together again for adventure, fun and romance. AU. Zutara. COMPLETE.

My thoughts: Now this is a fic that thoroughly crept up on me. The first 3/4 is good old fashioned fluffy, funny, fourth wall-breaking Gaang shenanigans with plenty of Zutara. But the last quarter? Oh boy does it come right at you and slam you in the solar plexus with the platonic love and found family feels and the complexities of those feelings when you’re a teenager. The impact of Aang’s loss of the Air Nomads is treated very thoughtfully here, way more so than in the show. 

The Slow Path, by TazmainianDevil | Rating: T | Word Count: 125,723 

Summary: Eight years after the fall of Ozai, Aang returns to the friends he left behind.

My thoughts: This is actually a Taang story with a great ZK subplot. But what I love about it is that the whole Gaang (including Suki ALWAYS INCLUDING SUKI) is superbly characterized. The ZK banter is top notch. I could actually hear their voices in my head in some of the scenes. Their relationship is playful but has plenty of emotional heft. And the plot is exciting and well-developed. My favourite thing, though, is how the author treats Toph’s POV: it’s very thoughtfully written, with consideration towards how she perceives the world.

Simple Misunderstanding, by ShamelessLiar | Rating: T | Word Count: 80,965 

Summary: Katara was captured by Zuko, but there was a lapse in communication. Takes place after The Fortuneteller. Fierce Katara, honorable Zuko, and meddlesome Iroh. Also, music night

My thoughts: Generally I don’t love fics where Katara gets captured, especially by Zuko (just a personal preference, not here to judge). But! I love this one, because…well, the circumstances of Katara’s capture by Ponytail Zuko are simply hilarious. Katara is suspicious and stubborn; Zuko has a one-track mind and doesn’t understand why Iroh is treating his prisoner so nicely; oh, and Aang gets into an amazing side quest with some spiritual animals. The only thing about this story is that it ends a little abruptly since the author was considering a sequel, but it still reads as a standalone fic. The author also wrote His Majesty Prefers Blue and Call Me Katto, two ZK classics, but Simple Misunderstanding is far and away my favourite work. 

Clothe Me in Seasons, Dress Me in Snow, by sadladybug | Rating: T | Word Count: 62,026

Summary: It is not the memorial she deserves, nor the one she would want. But it can't be helped. He owns no property in the other nations, and he needed to keep her close. Closer than she was in life, anyway. Zuko's reflections on a life lived and a life that could have been.

Review: sadladybug lives up to the username by creating a sadness so contagious that I have yet to recover from it, and I cope by recommending this fic to other Zutara shippers so that more may suffer like I did. (Stop the cycle? No.) Look — I think there’s something extremely beautiful and poetic about a love that changes in nature and form and expression, but not in intensity and devotion, and that’s what this fic is about. Loved it. Never reading it again. 

One shots: 

There’s a category of canon-compliant Zutara one-shots that are all extremely painful, and I cannot get enough of them: in the next life by we-were-angels, taking place right before Katara’s wedding to Aang; water can heal, water can break by crazyache, about why Katara didn’t attend Yakone’s trial. 

To combat the above, here’s a few funny, fluffy ones that make me cackle: i am older now by ama (who wrote the banger that is The Blackfish and the Dragon), an old!ZK fic that I read to counteract the emotional damage inflicted by psychedelic_aya’s we hold our hearts in silence; all good things start with tea by yodalorian, where Zuko’s hapless Disney sidekick-esque advisors try to get him a wife; And Half at One Another’s Throats by songofhopeandhonor (whose account is deleted), about Zuko’s harebrained proposals to Katara; The Dragon of the West’s Guide to Flirting by bluesunflower44, which is exactly what it says on the tin and the awkward disaster you’d expect. Waiting on a Steady Sun, by nire, is a long version of my favourite tropes: fake marriage + idiots to lovers ft. pining for your spouse. 

I generally don’t love modern AUs, but akaiiko’s talk is cheap (and i’ve got expensive taste), where Katara meets Zuko at a frat party, is a whole damn delight; my old aches become new again by jamesstruttingpotter is a wonderfully indulgent modern AU based on Our Beloved Summer. 

And finally, some season 3 character studies: don’t tell me how to feel by paintingcranes, ft Katara at the Western Air Temple being increasingly incensed at both Zuko trying to be helpful and how other people react to his helpfulness; the other side of mercy by crazyache, where Sokka calls Katara “high-strung and crazy” and that really makes Zuko think; The Silent Garden by romilley (whose WIP The Horizon is also fabulous), where Katara and Zuko avoid their feelings through a reluctant-allies-with-benefits arrangement (ft a way of depicting intimacy and sex that makes me think of Normal People); a deep delight of the blood by eruthros, where Zuko asks Katara to practice bloodbending on him out of pragmatism but also a little bit of guilt (it’s unrated, but that “Kink Without Sex” tag is there for a reason). 

Thank you for asking me for my recs, anon, because I needed an outlet to rave about fanfiction and my irl friends have heard enough. Feel free to ask me questions about specific fics that aren’t on this list: I always love talking to people about fic and I’m always looking for new ones to read!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O bought a Roomba,

taped a knife to it,

gave it a name tag with the name ‘Mr Stabby’,

and set it loose.

(main boys, please)

Love your stories!

Undertale Sans - One day you don't find your Roomba and discover Sans took it for a walk only to get a reaction out of the people in the street. He can't get over Mr Stabby. It's his new pet and his best friend.

Undertale Papyrus - He adds googly eyes on the Roomba so it looks even more ridiculous doing its task. It makes his brain happy to watch it clean the house while carrying its little knife. And it prevents him from doing chores he doesn't want to do. His ADHD is satisfied.

Underswap Sans - He's not sure what to think of Mr Stabby. First of all, he never saw a Roomba before and it scared the hell out of him the first time he saw it. But now? Now this poor thing looks ridiculous. It's small with a knife bigger than him. Who is it going to scare? If you wanted a guard dog... Adopt a guard dog???

Underswap Papyrus - He replaces the knife with a flower every time he sees it and now it's a daily battle between you two over Mr Stabby or Mr Flower. Come on, the Roomba is clearly cuter with a little flower, why would you tape a knife on it? The battle became so intense you're both using super strong tape to discourage the other now.

Underfell Sans - The thing is staring at him. Menacingly. Red hates it. Somehow, the Roomba cornered him and now he's shooting distressed glances towards his S/O. Help? The hell is this thing? He doesn't want it inside his house, get rid of it! He's going to have quite a few jumpscares in the next few days. He really doesn't like it.

Underfell Papyrus - He calls it Hellbringer. Now he has two weapons of massive destruction by his side. You cringe as he starts to laugh maniacally like an epic villain, carrying both his cat and the Roomba above his head. Ok....

Horrortale Sans - He's in a corner, growling at the Roomba. The thing surprised him while he was napping and now he distrusts it completely. Still, the Roomba refuses to hear his warning and comes closer. So Oak picks up the Roomba and explodes it in the wall lol. Rip Roomba.

Horrortale Papyrus - He didn't pay attention and accidentally walked on the Roomba... And on the knife. Now he's looking at you with sad offended eyes. You did that to him, feel guilty now! He's too tall to always watch where his feet are going!

Swapfell Sans - He refuses to get down the couch. This is witchcraft. He didn't touch the Roomba and it still activated on its own. This is some supernatural shit. Every time the Roomba gets close, he hisses angrily and tries to jump higher on the couch out of fear the thing will attack him. It's not funny! You still wonder how that coward is somehow the general of the royal guard.

Swapfell Papyrus - It's hilarious! He quickly understands the power of the Roomba on his brother and he keeps using it to traumatize him. His favorite thing is to hide it under Nox's bed, waiting for his brother to come in, and then activate it just to hear Nox's screams of panic as he tries to escape the evil robot. He will never get tired of this. His dream is to send Evil Roomba on live TV during a meeting with Toriel to see his brother freak out and the Queen completely panic over the reaction of her main counselor.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's not impressed. He simply glares at you in a silent "Are you serious?" way. This thing looks ridiculous. The next day, he tells you he fix it. Mr Stabby is now covered with barbed wire and has a chainsaw. He even added an autodestruction device so he could explode in the face of the enemy. Uh. You're not sure about that feature honestly.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He met Mr Stabby for ten seconds but if something happens to him, he's going to kill everyone in the room and then himself. He insists Mr Stabby sleeps with you two in bed as it's obvious it's your adopted child. You never knew the Roomba was that big before you had to sleep with it. Coffee is very happy though.

[casscainmainly]

So, I saw your Cass & Jason should fight (& Cass should win obviously) tag and totally agree with your stance!

However, given how often Jason's been characterized as an incompetent "Thug" due to classism, I'd ideally want it to let both characters shine, which can't happen in a pure CQC scenario.

At top form Jason's a bit better than Bruce, (UTRH - Comic) which is enough to not get instantly shit stomped but not really enough to make spectacle or show off either characters best side.

Not sure how one could arrange it in current comics, but my ideal was always an alt timeline where Bruce died or had to step down post War Games & was replaced by Cass.

Naturally the dynamic with Red Hood is different, in that there isn't one, he avoids the new Batman like the plague and relies on backdoor hacking & spying to work around or sabotage her.

Thus its been a steep learning curve and exploration of Cass's other skills, IE detective work, people reading, weapons expertise (We know she's trained in guns & such after all)

A series would be ideal, but if it was just one comic issue, ideally the first third sets up the status quo & what is about to break it.

The second third lets Jason's strategic side shine, he's got ambushes, bombs, flares, those miniguns popping out of cars he loved so much.

Then the third and final segment is when Cass has finally found wherever he slipped away to after thinking he got away.

"... I don't suppose all the guns and bombs wore you out enough to make this easy on me did they?"

Cassandra just smirks.

Cue the final third (Or at least a decent portion of it) being an epic, but pointedly one-sided overall, duel. With every weapon, martial arts technique and piece of scenery put to use. All in the name of dragging out the fight for the audiences sake and cos it makes sense character wise.

Naturally Cassandra wins.

Oh my goodness?? You should write comics because I would read the HELL out of that. I definitely think Jason's intelligence has been weirdly diminished recently (definitely classism, combined with DC's push since New 52 to make Tim the 'smart' one and Jason the 'strong' one because why were they LIKE that in B&R: Eternal).

And Cass' arc in learning detective skills is one of the most underrated things in Batgirl (2000) and beyond! She is a detective and, while she for sure punches her way through stuff, her intelligence shouldn't be sidelined for her fighting prowess. So basically you've written the arc of my dreams.

Also I adore the idea that whoever takes the mantle, Jason will be there to be super annoying. Happened to Dick, and will happen to Cass as well. He's a multi-generational hater.

Someone write this please!!!!

[marys-little-cringes]

Too sweet Pt.1

Pt.2 - Pt.3

#too sweet clex

Fandoms: Smallville

Relationships: Clark Kent/Lex Luthor

Additional Tags: Bromance, Bromance to Romance, Pre-Slash, AU, Slice of Life, Songfic

Editor: @nigthwingsleftbuttcheek

Summary:

The events take place after "Let me start with a clean slate". Lex's trying to make sense of himself after the merger and discovering its frustrating consequences.

Part 1

Clark admired the sunset, sipping his soda. Not so long ago he made an epic catch of this can — Lex threw it to him so sloppily that it almost flew off the balcony.

“Lex, I know, this is none of my business, but... Why a medically induced coma? Isn't that too much?”

Luthor sighed.

“This man is dangerous, Clark. Dangerous to everyone without exception, even to himself. I’ve seen his thoughts, desires...” Lex looked at the young man for some time, then shook his head and continued: “He is smart. Even paralyzed, shackled hand and foot, he will find a way to get out, if only he remains conscious. I’ve always appreciated your kind heart and desire to help everyone around you, but I'm afraid this is not the case.”

Lex smiled sadly into the approaching night, and Clark looked down. The nature of his interest was far from kind-hearted, and he was damn ashamed of it.

***

Lex was about to think that he was going crazy again. Wide-open blue eyes, and dark, untidy hair, and an elusive smell were everywhere, chasing him... After his month-long "falling apart", Lex had a lot to catch up - Luthorcorp was a mess, and he tried to drown himself in work, and after that - in other dark curls, generously doused with perfume and hairspray with super-strong fixation.

This how he handled things many times before, but now  the dreams  came along. Vague, confusing, these were sensations rather than clear pictures, but they didn't let him get distracted. At night, he was haunted by a storm of pure, unclouded emotions that Lex, he thought, had long since learned to suppress.

Lex jumped up in bed, as if from a nightmare. Yes, Lex Luthor, driven by his dark selfish desires, could indeed become a nightmare for many, even for himself, but what was happening to Lex now was not fear at all.

He rubbed his face with his palms, driving away the remnants of vague heady images, and went to the table with a whiskey. They appeared in every room where Lex spent enough time lately.

Bright moonlight spilled over the perfectly smooth lawn outside the window.

An image of him looking through a telescope in the Kent’s barn suddenly appeared in his mind. Lex shuddered. Every now and then he caught these random flashes, each time they caused by some new trigger. They disappeared almost instantly, Lex didn’t always even have time to understand what he was seeing, but they left behind this warmth in his chest and a completely unusual peace. He gulped down the rest of the whiskey and winced.

What haunted him in his dreams was different. Primal, proprietary, savage.

Lex had long since forbidden himself to feel strong emotions. He had been good at it for many years. Even that day when he had almost certainly hit a farm boy off a bridge, and saw him again when he was leaning over him, trying to resuscitate him - even then he had been able to suppress himself. The one he had decided for sure: the boy too young, too pure and naive, he is in love with a pure and naive girl, and he, Lex Luthor, damned by all the gods, should not ruin his life. He had even almost managed to convince himself that friendship with Clark Kent was the most he ever wanted.

It was an obvious and shameless lie, and Lex was used to lying to himself. God knows, it had even worked for him. Until now.

Now Lex avoided the younger Kent as best he could, but it didn't make him feel any better - he began to see him everywhere, even where he  shouldn't  and  couldn't  be.

A red spot flashed on the periphery of his gaze, Lex stared at the lawn, but - nothing. Only the wind swayed the bushes. Luthor rubbed his eyes, poured another half glass of whiskey and went to bed. He had to get up early today.

Clark's heart was pounding wildly. Somehow he didn't expect to see Lex himself in the window of his room.

[imtrashraccoon]

Just a thought but imagining Nightmare in a fairy tale where he would be the prince is so funny because he's an evil and grumpy guy and would be the second villan or something

on that note. Rapunzel Au.

I'm reminded of the fairy tale about the swan princes who's sister had to make them coats so they could turn back into humans again. I'm otherwise not super familiar with fairy tales lol.

This is funny to picture!

Mkay. cracks fingers

Here is a quick spitball for a Rapunzel AU.

The queen is about to give birth to the Royal family's first child, however she falls ill and like in the original fairy tale, someone steals the witch's flower. Although this time, it's not a flower but a magic apple. The apple cures the queen's illness and she gives birth.

The witch is angry that her source of eternal youth was stolen and she decides to steal the Royal family's new child out of revenge. Only there's two children instead of one. The witch steals them away for nefarious witchy purposes but is nearly caught and so only manages to escape with one - Dream.

Nightmare is injured in the commotion, possibly being dropped by accident, but is ultimately rescued and survives his injuries. The kingdom mourns the loss of one of their young princes but life goes on.

Dream is a happy child and grows up in a secluded tower, far away from the kingdom in a forest. He's kept from the world outside by his supposedly loving mother, the witch. Maybe he makes a few odd friends like Ink or other wanderers but he never gets to see them or actually leave the tower.

Meanwhile, Nightmare also grew up and took the throne after his mother died; maybe there was an attempted coup or something. He was cold and often cruel to those who'd supposedly wronged him, earning himself quite the fearsome reputation. The problem is, his injury left him disfigured and he often struggles to function at the same level as those around him. He's also incredibly lonely but has no one willing to be friends with him. Maybe he creates an inner circle of men he tasks with doing the dirty work.

MC is a dashing rogue that has earned a rather high bounty. They stumble upon the tower one day while on the run after a job (possibly from the Royal Guard) and meet Dream. After some humourous shenanigans, they agree to take him to go see the outside world since he's been wanting to leave for a while. Maybe Ink tags along for fun and they meet some other interesting characters, like Blue who's an aspiring guard.

They travel around and see the sights of the kingdom. Their presence doesn't escape Nightmare's eye and he sends some of his men after them. (Cue Horror, Killer, and Dust.) Dream and MC don't know why Nightmare is after them but they really don't want to be caught. So an epic fight scene ensues!

Eventually, there is a confrontation with Nightmare and Dream actually recognizes him but doesn't know why. Nightmare doesn't either and hesitates to attack them. MC decides to be a hero and creates a distraction so that Dream can escape.

Dream finds himself in the forest again which is where the witch finds him and acts overjoyed to see him alive and well. The witch entreats him to return to the tower where it's safe and he does, for a time. During his time in the kingdom, he heard the tale of the lost prince and eventually he realizes that he's that prince. His "mother" only wants him for his healing powers and so he confronts her but it doesn't go well.

Meanwhile, Nightmare can't stop thinking about how familiar that golden skeleton felt and so he questions a captured MC. At first, they don't want to tell him anything but when they make the connection that Dream must be the lost prince, they agree to work together to find him.

MC is released and they make their way back to the tower, although the guards are slower to follow. They find Dream has been tied up and go to free him, only to be attacked by the witch. Nightmare arrives just in time and turns the tide of the fight. He can't kill the witch on his own, despite how powerful his magic is, and it takes the combined efforts of everyone to finally slay her.

With the witch dead, Dream returns to the kingdom with his brother and they work together to rule fairly. Although, Dream has a habit of sneaking out to go see his friends, which irritates Nightmare to no end, until he is eventually persuaded to by his men to join in as well of course!

[gordonstanheight]

had a dream and the only thing i remember is being stuck on an elevator and also the iwtv s3 trailer dropped and there was an episode about young daniel but they just put eric in a wig bc luke was busy for most of it

[crvptydgaming]

Okay, I know I haven't exactly been a screenshot-taking MACHINE this year... But hey, a girl can dream!

✨Top 24 Screenshots of 2024✨ challenge! I was tagged by @esotericas-sims <3

Tagging:

@berryconfetti (her rainbowcy is pure gold)

@waveport (seriously, one day i'll ask you to teach me how you do what you do)

@myheartsims (haven't seen much from you this year, what do you have for me?)

@s4rainbows (what have been YOUR favourite moments?)

(I'm mostly tagging you all because I'm curious to see what amazing things you captured.)

(Find my questionable screenshots hidden below if you dare. 😅)

February

Well, that was a short-lived attempt at a restarting my rainbowcy. My laptop had other plans, apparently. But hey, at least I got a good chapter out of it! I'll definitely be back for round two...or five at this point.

March

Embarking on my Disney Princess Legacy again, and I'm already smitten with Rosa all over again. 💕 She's been my Snow White from the very beginning, and it feels so right to have her lead this new adventure.

April

So, my Sleeping Beauty heir is supposed to be graceful and elegant, right? 😂 Turns out Marina is a frog-loving whirlwind of chaos. Guess I need to adjust my expectations for this Disney Princess Legacy.

May

Marina's finally a teen, and her generation of the DPL has officially begun! 👑 I've been chronicling her adventures through her tweets, and let me tell you, it's been wild. You guys haven't seen this side of the Legacy yet – I'm waiting until her reign is over to unleash the chaos on Tumblr! 😈

I embarked on a Herculean feat: building an entire Fallout vault in The Sims 4. 🤯 The sheer ambition… it was glorious. Sadly, the post-construction depression set in, and my Vault Dwellers are still waiting for their orders. Maybe a restart is in order? 🤔

Remember that time I tried to speedrun an NSB legacy? 😅 Generation 1 was a chaotic blur, but I captured most of it in a day. Now, Gen 2 is waiting patiently… maybe I'll finally get around to it soon. 😉

June

Apparently, I have a problem. The rest of Gen 1 for my NSB speedrun also happened in a single day. 🤪 Send help (and maybe a therapist?).

Behold! A groundbreaking endeavour: a Berry Pastel Rainbowcy infused with the spirit of historical exploration. Prepare to be captivated by the vibrant Sims, their lives unfolding against the backdrop of time, all narrated with the eloquence of the legendary Sir David Attenborough. This is going to be epic.

July

The 'Daughters of the Stars' legacy, a tale of courage in the face of fear, was born in July. While the initial draft needs a bit of polishing, the core concept remains intriguing. This story is far from over. It will rise again, stronger than before!

In a moment of sheer madness, I decided to tackle the Super Sim Challenge in July. 🤪 No pressure, just maxing out every skill and aspiration. My founder was a force to be reckoned with as a teen, but then… well, let's just say real life got in the way. 🙈

August

August? August was a blur of recolors and Super Simming. 🤪 Basically, I achieved peak laziness. But hey, sometimes you just need to vibe, right?

September

September: A month of… well, not much. I tried to branch out, attempted to start a story called 'Del Sol Dreaming' (don't ask), and mostly just wandered aimlessly.

November

November: Darkness descends. I've begun the chilling reimagining of 'Til Death,' a story I once told as part of a greater whole. The Sims are crafted, the stage is set, and the hub beckons. Prepare for a tale of suspense, betrayal, and… the inevitable.

December

A sudden shift in the winds of fate! December saw me abandon the chilling narrative of 'Til Death' for the more relaxed world of Kinbound.

But fear not, for I also found time to capture the vibrant lives of Marina and Roth, my DPL heirs, as they embraced the vibrant hues of Del Sol Valley! 🎨

[ifaverse]

꩜ .ᐟㅤ ASPHODEL STATE ASYLUM and its patients' imaginary friends...

march 12th, 1949 dear diary, my friends and i were finally sent to the state-run institute. the staff are more patient here, the rooms are big and wide, and the diagnosed therapy methods are arguably better than hathmoore's. but this place still holds some similar harshness that reminds me of it... i'll have to hold out until we can all leave. i did see some other kids when i was going to treatment in an upper floor. i wonder how long they've been here... are they like us? do they have imaginary friends? pete and i plan to take a look tomorrow, maybe one of the girls will want to go too. i'll go to bed for now though, it's difficult to get used to a new schedule. 10:23pm

welcome to asphodel state asylum, in the world of imaginary friend asylum-verse! this is a little project we did for silly haha fun, with characters from the base game, and ocs for a fun bonus. with a simple post-canon plot that starts a month or two after IFA's ending, and silly characters for you to meet and interact with, IFAverse guarantees a fun experience for us creators and you readers alike!

our posts are tagged [# 🏥 : IFAV-ASA] followed by the game's tag, and then the admin who posted! then it's names of characters and ocs, random stuff like that.

we have a few admins, so let's get a simple rundown of them and their characters, shall we? i'll go first.

[⚰️] : hello, everybody !! i'm admin ⚰️, the decorator of the blog with a silly eye for aesthetics ^^ i use xe/xem/xir + she/her pronouns, and use tone tags. IFA came to me in a cognitive dream and it's followed me around my whole life, now it won't leave me alone/j.

[ 💀 ] : WHATS GOOD GAMERS ‼️ i'm admin "💀", i'm just kinda here- I ALSO DO ART HEHEHE- i use he/him pronouns. I got thrown into the abyss that is IFA and it is rotting my brain

[🐝] : Hello, Hello, I’m Admin "🐝". The simple minded one who just sorta just makes ocs. I use she/her pronouns. I found this game through superhorrorbro when he played the Demo and now I’m obsessed with the game.

[👁️]: HOWDY MATES, one of the epic admins in the tumblr. "👁️" screams and barely active, I make ocs and scream. Pronouns he/they.plan to make friends!! Found this fandom through watching my guy superhorrorbro and POOKY 🤤 is mwah :)

[🎲] : Hey you 🫵, I’m admin 🎲. I’m the silly one who kinda writes story’s and helps out. I use he/him and it/its pronouns. I found the game through 8-bitryan and I’m loving it! I’m a twistee stan.

[📛] : WARNING: The admin has grown curious. “📛” The one you will probably see the least. she/her. the one who came up with the idea for this entire blog. uh, go watch the lego move, watCH IT NOW GO WATHC IT WATCH I-

[🦈] : Oo! Oo! Oo! New people and new people! Hi there, I'm admin "🦈", I make tons of art and have worked with the developers of IFA! Any pronouns are acceptable for myself, as I have no preference. I found this wonderful community through the demo and am super excited to be actively working with everyone! Also if you're in the community, you're adopted now, congrats! (/hj)

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[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

First multi chap fic for dreamzzz 👍👍 again full thing under the cut :3

1: you are here. 2 3 4 5 6 7

Summary:

The kids Halloween day starts out pretty normal but as things are uncovered an old foe of the Night Bureau come back to ruin a perfectly good Halloween and put our Dream Chasers in a tricky corner Because how are they going to defeat a super powered villain in the Waking World ??

Additional Tags:

epic the musical references. Halloween, Halloween Costumes. Aged-Up Character(s), Mateo and co are in high school. Swearing. Sort of minor Cooper/Mateo, they’re there but it’s no where near the focus. Logan has DID. lots of dialogue first chapter. headcanons. Alternate Universe. Minor Violence. Bit of bullying in first chapter. Other Additional Tags to Be Added. No Beta we die like the Jawbreakers

Mateo was rummaging through his locker, carefully placing what he would need for the school day inside next to Z-Blob when he heard a clang from the locker next to him. 

Curious Mateo peaked his head around his locker door and found Logan leaning against the other locker dressed in a Sonic the Hedgehog onesie, hood up instead of wearing his cap, and sneakers on his feet. 

“Seriously bro? Your Dream Sona?” Logan questioned. 

Mateo glanced down at himself. He had chosen to dress in a makeshift replica of his Dream World clothes for Halloween so currently he had a green cape, belt, and cardboard hourglass on his figure. 

“You’re one to talk,” Mateo shot back playfully, “You’re blue,” 

“I’ll have you know this isn’t even my real costume,” Logan protested, pushing himself off the locker, “We built a Master Chief Halo cosplay that I was going to wear but then my moms wouldn’t let me because they said it was “too violent” so I couldn’t bring it to school, but just you wait when trick-or-treating time rolls around we’se gonna be wearing that bad boy.” 

Mateo couldn’t help the snort that escaped him as he closed his locker and locked it, “Ok but why Sonic?” 

Logan grinned, “Because we’re both cool, blue, and we gotta-“ 

Logan was cut off as Izzie sprang out from behind him and yelled, “GOTTA GO FAST!” 

“AGH!” Logan jumped in surprise and Mateo snickered.  

Izzie was dressed up as Anya from Spy x Family so she had two cone-looking things pinned in her hair which she had styled to look like Anya’s, and she wore a black dress with gold details. 

With a chuckle, Izzie said, “Oooo, nice Sonic costume Logan, it suits you.” 

Logan swallowed and seemed to calm himself before accepting Izzie’s compliment, “Thanks, but it’s not as cool as our Halo cosplay we have at home.” 

Izzie gasped as she made a shocked Pikachu face, “Halo cosplay!?” 

Logan nodded and then went on to explain to Izzie how he wasn’t allowed to bring it to school as he pulled out his phone to show her pictures of his cosplay. 

Mateo returned his attention to his backpack and Z-Blob. He gave Z a small “See you soon buddy,” and a wave goodbye as Z gave a squish -sounding noise before Mateo zipped his bag halfway up. Cautiously, Mateo then slipped his backpack on to not wreck his costume or jostle Z-Blob. 

As Mateo took a step back with the new weight settled on his back he felt someone come up behind him. 

“I didn’t expect to come to school today and see Logan in his pajamas,” The person muttered as if he only wanted Mateo to hear and Mateo felt his mood brighten as it clicked that Cooper was the one standing behind him. 

Mateo chuckled as he tilted his head back to try and see Cooper, “They’re his pajamas?” 

“Yeah, I’ve been over to their house enough times to know,” Cooper said, chuckling slightly as he slid up beside Mateo and sheepishly held his hand out for the other to take. 

Mateo hesitated, unsure if he’d get into any trouble with the teachers for holding Cooper’s hand but at the last second he grabbed it as Cooper started to pull his hand away. 

Cooper flexed his hand and then squeezed Mateo’s hand. Mateo gave a shy squeeze back only to catch the appalled look Izzie was giving him. 

“COOPER!” Izzie yelled, just as Mateo was about to ask his sister what was up with the look. 

“Hm?” Cooper hummed. 

Izzie gestured at him wildly while Logan’s eyes widened for a second only for him to shake his head in disappointment. 

“You’re not wearing a costume!” Izzie pointed out. 

“Ah, yeah I couldn’t think of anything,” Cooper admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck. Mateo turned slightly and looked Cooper over. He did indeed not have a costume on, just sweatpants and a red hoodie. 

Logan cocked his head to the side in confusion, “Come on bro, you didn’t want to be like one of those racers you like, or like Tails!? We could’ve matched!” 

“Um, nope,” 

“Bro!” Logan exploded, “Come on, even Zoey wore a costume!” He pointed out, gesturing towards Zoey as she walked past the group. 

Zoey stopped and turned to join the group. She wore black leggings, a black shirt with one or two rips in it with the image of a bird being shot with an arrow on the front, which was underneath a black leather jacket that had a few pins and patches on it. She also wore combat boots, fingerless gloves, a yellow belt, and a domino mask tied around her head. 

“I’m not wearing a costume,” Zoey said. 

Logan turned and squinted, looking Zoey over, “Ain’t you like Batgirl or someone though?” 

Zoey blankly turned her gaze towards him, “I’m Black Canary,” 

Logan jumped excitedly and pointed a finger at Zoey, “Aha! See,” he exclaimed before moving his finger to point at Cooper. Cooper frowned. 

Mateo gave Cooper’s hand another squeeze, “I didn’t think you’d wear a costume this year Zoey,” 

Zoey crossed her arms casually, “If I’d had known Cooper was going to wuss out and not wear one I wouldn’t have,” 

“Hey!” Cooper protested trying to defend himself, “I didn’t wuss out,” 

Logan smirked victoriously and crossed his arms too as if he was mimicking Zoey, “Then where’s your costume bro?”  

Cooper opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of something, “I-uh,” 

Izzie gasped suddenly causing all of the older teens to turn towards her. Izzie’s eyes were wide and full of mischief like she had just thought of the funniest prank ever, “I GOT IT,” 

Mateo squinted, “Got what Izzie?” 

Izzie took a step forward and held a hand out towards Logan, “Sunglasses me,” 

Without even questioning it, Logan pulled a pair of sunglasses out of the front pocket of his onesie and handed them over to Izzie wordlessly. Humming a “Thanks,” at Logan, Izzie skipped over to Cooper and stood on her tippy-toes to put them on Cooper, failing of course when the arms of the sunglasses ended up poking Cooper in the face instead of properly sliding on. Cooper grunted and took the sunglasses from Izzie to put them on without so he wouldn’t get poked again. 

Proudly, Izzie took a step back and spread her hands wide in Cooper’s direction like she was showing him off to Logan and Zoey, “Tada! Cooper now has a costume! He’s a celebrity hiding from paparazzi!” 

A grin split Logan’s face as he clapped his hands together in quick succession, “Oooo, smart,” 

Cooper hung his head as if he was embarrassed, “Is this really necessary?” 

“Yes,” Izzie insisted instantly. 

“Ok,”  

Mateo watched his friends and sister for a second, amused, as Izzie and Logan began to spitball ideas for which celebrity specifically Cooper was before leaning back to look around Cooper where he locked eyes with Zoey. Zoey shrugged as if she was just as confused about the list of celebrities Logan was running off which caused Mateo to giggle. 

“So, I take it you’re not going trick-or-treating,” Mateo assumed. 

Zoey shook her head, “Nope, I’m helping Mrs. C prep her food truck for winter,” 

Logan briefly stopped his list to comment, “Ew, working on a holiday,” 

“Eh, I offered to help, not a big deal.” 

For a second a frown came to Mateo’s face, “Guess you won't be over for movie night then,” 

Zoey shrugged and dropped her arms to her side to rest them on her hips, “Yep,” 

“Us neither,” Logan mentioned, shrugging his shoulder in Izzie’s direction. His attention was most definitely split between the two conversations happening. 

Mateo blinked and turned his head back towards the others, “What?” 

Izzie half rolled her eyes before punching Logan harshly in the side which caused him to yelp.

“Logan’s taking me and Nova trick-or-treating,” she admitted. 

Mateo couldn’t help himself from gapping, “Wha-why Logan!?” 

“What’d I do?” Logan asked, glancing back and forth between the two Garcia siblings. 

“Well, Dad said I had to have one of you older kids go with us,” 

“But Logan? You could’ve asked me,” Mateo protested, letting go of Cooper’s hand to gesture at Logan and then his own self. 

Why would Logan be taking them? Between Izzie and Nova, they had plenty of other people to choose from to go with them.

Izzie walked over and wrapped an arm around his shoulders before explaining in a low voice, “I just didn’t want to take you out of your comfort zone Broseph, I know you hate going outside for Halloween. What with all the creepies and people and stuff,” 

“Oh,” Mateo mumbled, that … made sense he supposed. It was nice of Izzie of course, he just still couldn’t believe she’d asked Logan to go with them. As much as he had changed over the years he was still Logan. 

As Izzie let go, Mateo re-entered Cooper’s personal space bubble and watched as the blond tugged at his fingers trying to crack them. “Guess that means it’ll just be you and me,” Cooper mentioned, “watching horror movies, alone … together,” 

A sound that Mateo could only describe as ‘squiem’came from Mateo’s backpack and Cooper jumped a little only to recover and peek into Mateo’s backpack to see the source of the sound. 

“Oh and Z-Blob,” he added. 

Mateo let the snickers coming from Izzie and Logan slide and only shook his head. 

“Well, well, well,” The silly and happy mood of the group quickly dropped as the third bane of all of their existence walked up to the group, grinning coldly. Jared Moretti, Logan and Dallas’s ex-best friend, but unlike the both of them, Jared had yet to realize bullying people wasn’t cool or funny like he seemed to think it was. 

He wore his usual attire, a black beanie over his greasy brown hair, a blue New York Yankees baseball jersey, and jeans, no costume in sight. Knowing him that tracked. 

“If it isn’t the freak squad,” Jared went on, “of course the lot of you were lame enough to wear costumes to school, so childish.” 

Smirking, Logan asked, “Freak squad? What are you nine bro?” 

Jared stopped short and let out some undignified sputters, “You- YOU’RE WEARING COSTUMES TO SCHOOL!” 

“Because it’s Halloween Hared,” Izzie responded calmly, her accent coming out a little and causing her to pronounce ‘Jared’ with a ‘h’ sound instead of ‘j’ , “it’s the normal thing to do,” 

“I-uh-WELL IT'S LAME,” Jared protested, going red in the face as Izzie reached over to fist bump Logan, “all of you and your costumes are lame, especially yours,” 

Mateo’s heart dropped as Jared turned his sneer toward him, “What are you even supposed to be? A snot-themed superhero?” 

Mateo couldn’t help but wince and took a step back to hide himself a bit more behind Cooper as Cooper sighed like he was entirely done with Jared’s bull crap. 

“And this is why I didn’t want to wear a costume,” Cooper muttered. Mateo cast a sad look up at him and grabbed his hand again and in response Cooper smiled down at him as he reached over to pat Mateo on the head. 

“Yeah! Captain Boogers, made from the mucus slime of the sewers!” Jared teased meanly. 

Izzie let out a growl-like sound as she glared at Jared. Logan also looked equally as annoyed as Cooper but he quickly started to look enraged as Jared walked past Zoey and shoved her causing her to stumble backward a bit. 

Jared laughed, so full of himself and his sad excuse of a bullying attempt that he completely missed as Cooper casually stuck out his foot which Jared tripped over and then fell to the ground with an, “AH!” 

Jared landed harshly on his front and groaned.  

Mateo tugged harshly on Cooper’s hand, dragging the blond down slightly so he was at Mateo's height, yet this did nothing to disperse the victorious smile on Cooper’s face. 

“Cooper!” Mateo hissed. 

“Whhhaaaaat?” Cooper drawled out, faking innocence that was the final tipping point that led to Logan barking out a laugh. 

“I know he sucks but you didn’t need to trip him,” 

“It’s just a little payback,” Cooper insisted, clenching his free hand into a fist as his smile wavered. 

“Cooper!” 

“Fine!” Cooper finally caved, he stood back up to his full height and tilted his head towards Jared who was just beginning to recover from his fall, “Hey, sorry Jared, there. Better?” He asked, turning back to Mateo. 

As forced as Cooper’s apology had been Mateo accepted it begrudgingly, “Por los libros de medicina de mi padre,” He grumbled as he facepalmed into his free hand and Izzie let out an amused snort. 

“Mr. Oaks!” Jared yelled, pushing himself up onto his forearms as Mr. Oaks, the main math teacher for the juniors, walked past in a giant inflatable dinosaur costume, “Cooper tripped me!” 

Mr. Oaks stopped and readjusted his glasses as he took in the group. He then sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose as he seemed to mutter, “God help me,” under his breath. 

Zoey moved out of the way and headed over to stand beside Logan as Mr. Oaks took a step towards Jared where he held down a hand to help him up only for it to be swatted away. With a frown Mr. Oaks rubbed at his hand before switching his attention to reprimand Cooper, whose hand was beginning to grow sweaty, “Cooper, you know tripping your classmates isn’t good student behavior,” 

“What!? I didn’t trip him, he just… ran into my foot,” Cooper insisted. 

“Cooper,” Mr. Oaks warned, taking a clipboard and pen out of somewhere to begin to write on it, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to write you up a note to take to the principal,” 

“I-“ Cooper’s face fell as he hung his head in shame, “yes Mr. Oaks,” 

Mateo felt the grip on his hand loosen and the school rules on PDA quickly came rushing back to him. Mateo was seconds away from letting go when Logan suddenly lurched forward and grabbed Cooper by the wrist. 

“Dude! Run!” With a violent yank, Logan pulled Cooper away from Mateo before hauling him down the hall. Once the pair reached the hallway t-intersection Logan put the brakes on so he could shove Cooper to the side and around the corner where they disappeared from view. 

By the time Mr. Oaks managed to react, the two were already long gone, “Ay? Hey! Cooper! Logan! No running in the halls!” and without so much as another word to Jared, Mr. Oaks hurried down the hall after Logan and Cooper, his blow up dinosaur costume bouncing goofily.  

“Ugh,” Jared grumbled as he managed to stagger to his feet. He shot both Izzie and Zoey a dirty look before flipping Mateo the birdy and storming off past Dallas, who had just walked into the area, like his entire day had just been ruined. 

Mateo cringed as Izzie wondered aloud, “Why’s Jared always gotta be so moody?” 

“Maybe he’s a closeted theater kid,” Zoey responded in a dry tone so Mateo wasn’t sure if she was joking or not. 

“PFFFF,” Izzie seemed to have taken it as a joke. 

Dallas, who was dressed in an extremely white fluffy shirt, wolf gloves, and a headband with wolf ears attached to them, blew out a puff of air as he walked over to stand beside Zoey, “I can’t believe I invited that jerk over to my party,” 

Mateo squinted in confusion, “You didn’t have too?” 

Dallas deflated slightly and went on to scuff at the ground with his shoe, “His parents and mine are besties, as soon as my mom heard about my party she put him on the top of the list so my hands are kind of tied,” 

“Gross,” Izzie commented. 

“Yeah, yeah, I wouldn’t mind it as much if he wasn’t still such a bully,” Dallas grit out, “he hasn’t matured at allsince like grade four,” 

“ You’ve matured a lot Dallas,” Mateo mentioned. 

Dallas paused for a second, “Thank Mateo,” he said carefully, “I suppose you guys aren’t coming over to my party though,” 

“Yep! We got plans!” Izzie nodded aggressively as she informed Dallas. 

Mateo hugged his backpack strap, “I’m watching horror movies with Cooper,” 

Dallas snorted, “Oooh, scandalous,” 

“Dallas!” Mateo hoped he wasn’t blushing. 

Dallas chuckled as Izzie butt in to tell him her plans, “I’m trick-or-treating with Nova and Logan,” 

“Sweet! Literally. Makes sense, Logan still hasn’t quite lost that kid spirit yet,” 

“Mhm!” With Izzie’s hum of agreement, Dallas raised an eyebrow at Zoey, offering her a moment to add in what she was doing. 

“I’m helping Mrs. C prep her truck for winter,” Zoey answered, repeating to a degree what she had said earlier. 

“Ooooh, that reminds me, I have to stop by and pick up that salsa,” Dallas’s eyes lit up with sudden knowledge and Mateo was left to wonder why Dallas was going to pick up salsa from Mrs. Castillo’s food truck when he could’ve just gotten some at a grocery store. 

Zoey nodded, “It goes bad tomorrow,” 

“If any of you guys do stop by though I’ll save you some pop,” Dallas told them, shooting finger guns at Zoey who just scoffed and grabbed him in a headlock to ruffle his hair violently. 

Ok, Mateo must have missed a lore dump somewhere. 

Dallas laughed as he freed himself from Zoey’s grip and stumbled over a few feet out of her reach. 

“Hey, wait,” Izzie spoke up, tapping her finger on her chin, “Dallas what are you supposed to be exactly?” 

“I’m a sheep in wolf's clothing,” Dallas responded, grinning smugly as he made a finger gun with one of his hands and put it up to his chin. 

“Ooooh, that makes a lot of sense actually,” Izzie muttered as Zoey pulled a paper clip out of her pocket and flung it at Dallas. 

Dallas yelped and dodged the paper clip, coming to stand over by Mateo. 

“Isn’t that really warm on you?” Mateo asked, eyeing him a little. 

A sweat droplet trickled down Dallas’s face as his smile faltered, “Very,” 

— 

Cooper hurried down the hall, checking over his shoulder for Mr. Oaks, who he had been avoiding for most of the day since Logan and he had gone on the run only to turn around a corner in the hall and almost run right into Izzie. 

“AH! Izzie!” Cooper jumped back as his heart rate spiked. 

Izzie reacted with a lot more grace, “OOOOHHH COOPER!” She yelled, holding up something, “I have made something for you! I know a much better thing that you can be for Halloween now!” 

Copper blinked and inched forward a little to look at what she was holding, “Is that … a headband with cardboard wings glued to the sides?” 

“Yes,” she responded with the certainty that only Izzie could possess, “now hold still while I put them on.” 

With that, Izzie yanked Cooper down to her height by the collar of his hoodie and pulled his hood over his face before fitting the headband onto his head. What with the sunglasses, that somehow Cooper had kept on all day, it felt a little clunky. 

“Ack,” Cooper grunted but eventually Izzie stopped messing around with the headband and took a step back with a pleased look on her face. Her face then brightened even more as she spotted someone coming up from behind Cooper. 

Cooper stood back up and reached a hand up to touch the flimsy headband wings. 

“Logan!” Izzie shouted excitedly as she grabbed Cooper by the arm and turned him around, “Behold Hermes Cooper!” 

Logan jogged up to the two, his backpack on, looking ready to head home as soon as possible. He stopped once he reached them, a bright grin and quizzical look on his face. 

“Hermes? Like Epic the Musical Hermes?” Logan questioned. 

“Yep! The sunglasses reminded me of those animatics so I just had to make him some wings to go with them in art class,” Izzie explained proudly. 

Logan snorted, “You look sick dude,” 

“I’m wearing a hoodie and sunglasses,” Cooper said slowly, it was the bare bones of a costume if anything. 

“Yeah like I said, sick,” 

There was a pause before Cooper put his face in his hands, “oh my god,” 

Izzie let out a wheeze, “Cooper’s hung over from the moly,” 

“Izzie,” 

“Pffff, he doesn’t got any leafs on him though,” Logan pointed out.

“That’s true…” Izzie agreed, resting her chin on her hand as she trailed off. 

“Oh wait!” Logan exclaimed, sliding his backpack off before zipping it open and beginning to rummage around in it. He pulled out a sandwich which was still sealed away in a zip-bloc bag so he pulled it open. From the sandwich, Logan slipped a piece of lettuce that was covered in mayonnaise and mustard that he slapped down into Cooper’s open, outstretched palm. 

“There! Holy moly to complete the look!” Logan proclaimed as Izzie doubled over laughing. 

Cooper stared down at the sad piece of lettuce in his hand, “… thanks,” 

Logan shrugged, throwing the sandwich back into his backpack and throwing his bag back onto his back, “No problem bro,” 

Cooper continued to look at the lettuce in dismay until he felt someone grab his elbow and he glanced over to find Mateo standing beside him, who was looking at the lettuce in hand with a mix of amusement and confusion. 

“… lettuce?” Mateo wondered. 

“Mateo please,” Cooper was sure he was going to die of embarrassment before anything actually managed to kill him.

[sgtbuckyybarnes]

Wow it’s tough coming back to somewhere you haven’t been for a while…

I’ve been clicking on the app a few times and clicking off it again, I’ve been coming on and liking some posts after I’ve seen movies (and I’ve missed tagging @acabecca in things!) and I’m thinking I could come back and set up a queue.

Despite Harper and Bucky invading my dream the other night I’m not sure I’m back on the writing scene just yet and I would really appreciate it if people could take me off their tag lists. If I see an oc/fic post I’ll reblog it no problem of course!

( @hiddenqveendom @starcrossedjedis @mabonetsamhain are the ones I remember off the top of my head, I’ll look out for your oc posts!)

Anyways. You might see me on your dash’s again, it may last a week and disappear. I’m doing well, I’m just super busy. My new job is epic, I’m doing my level 2 AAT, I now have 7 (s e v e n fml) horses, Osian hurt his eye and had to be on box rest for weeks, I have a 3 year old nephew who demands my attention, a dog under training for reactivity, an adolescent dog who is still very much in his learning period (I’m basically a dog trainer now guys) and we unfortunately lost my little rabbit a few months ago.

And tbh (apart from losing Luna and thinking Osh’s eye was going to fall out) I’m enjoying every second of it!

But I’m trying to get a bit of the old Sam back, I do miss parts of her a little bit!

I just wanna thank @ceruleanmusings @raging-violets and @lost-in-the-shelves for checking in with me, even tho I have been the worst friend and not got your messages for months! I’m sorry ❤️

Some pics of what we’ve been up to so this post isn’t a boring block of words 😂;

[aralenorimaki01]

Blue Beetle

The first in his family to graduate college, Jaime Reyes harbors dreams of law school, but instead is conflicted in the face of threats to his home and misfortunes befalling his family. When he becomes symbiotically connected to an ancient alien biotechnology, Jaime is bestowed with almighty but unpredictable powers, leading him to fulfill his destiny and become a new generation of the Super Hero: Blue Beetle.

Based on his appearance in the DC Multiverse, Blue Beetle is featured in his look from the epic Blue Beetle movie. The highly detailed CC has been designed featuring up to 3 accessory parts for a full dynamic posing. Included are energy chakram accessories, an energy blaster, his back antenna, and his removable helmet. He also comes in 2 swatches :)

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