#the funniest thing they did was they kept terrorizing the cat

[fishareglorious]

FAVOURITE FISH AND FAVOURITE BIRD LETS GOO

if anyone has known me long enough, they would probably know that trout is one of my favorite fishes! and the fact my ao3 username is fried_trout lol. I like them because they come is so many cool colors and patterns :) also I had a phase in the pandemic where all i watched was trout fishing videos and it was probably the reason why i like this fish so much :)

and as for my favorite birds, it's a pretty simple bird, but I love chickens. they are just the guys of all time. and that my neighbor has this absolute unit of one and when i go to somewhere outside there's a 70% chance its out and the guy blocks my path every time with how absurdly massive it is. Every time i see it I just want to pick it up so badly and see how heavy it is. It looks like the image above but imagine it like, 4 inches wider. whenever its walking around it looks so fucking stanced up i laugh whenever i see it

[alyssadeliv]

The Forgotten One

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Chapter 5

Ladybug and Chat Noir made their debut on a sunny Monday of September. Just as her master had feared that intense energy they felt was only the beginning. Hawkmoth started his reign of terror, releasing his akumas on unsuspecting civilians, using their strong negative emotions, and creating his champions. It was a vile move, attacking someone when they were vulnerable. But Marianne had to admit that he was good. She was trained to do exactly the same thing, to manipulate and exploit someone’s weakness, but at least she had the decency to never use her abilities for personal gain unless extremely necessary. She was a soldier, everything she did was by the order of someone. Her whole training so far had been preparing her for this moment. 

So when Stonehart appeared, she was ready. 

She knew everything she needed to do, she had been trained since birth for this. Her Master was confident that she had what it took to take down these akumatized people, and allied with the one he had chosen to wield the Cat Miraculous they would be unstoppable. He didn’t tell her the identity of the person he has chosen, but she knew he wouldn’t. For safety reasons, only the Grand Guardian would know the identities of the wielders. But she didn’t need to know his identity in order to work with him. 

Chat Noir surprised her a lot. She knew he couldn’t possibly have the same training she had, but he still knew how to fight. He’s trained in fencing from what she can tell by his style of fighting, and he’s very good. After some time they became the perfect duo, always in synchrony and ready for anything. It’s nice to have someone on her side, in the League she mostly acted alone, so having someone that had her back full time was new. 

It took two years to defeat Hawkmoth. In those two years that she lived in Paris, a lot changed. First was her name. In order to live completely off the radar of the League, she needed a new name. They had lost contact with the League after the attack, so they never discovered what exactly happened, or who won in the end. She was glad the Mayor of Paris decided that it would be better to ban any rumors of a supervillain in the city from the outside world, fearing that that would cause the tourism to diminish. That allowed her some security, but one could never be too careful, the League was known to have spies everywhere. So she changed her name. In the documents that her godmother forged, she was called Marinette Dupain but preferred to be called Mari because that was closer to her real name. Daughter of a kind baker and his traveler wife, her backstory was that she spent most of her childhood traveling the world with her mother, but now her parents decided that it would be good for her to stay in the same place for more time. She would be homeschooled by Sabine, which was enough for social security to allow her to be kept from attending school. It was kind of funny that she lived so close to a school but didn’t study there. 

Another thing that changed was that for the first time she had people she could rely on. Before it was only Damian. He was the only one that she ever told about her fears and insecurities, confiding in him was something she missed in those years apart. They were very close before the attack, and after two long years of thinking she was dead, she wasn’t sure what would happen when they finally reunited. But she hoped it would go well.

When she first transformed, she felt invincible. It was something she would never forget, feeling that kind of power was memorable. It was normal for the suit to incorporate traits of your personality, but it still was a surprise when she saw herself as Ladybug for the first time. She wore a black skin-tight suit that covered her entire body from the neck down, in her torso making the illusion a corset, a part of the suit was red with black spots. She also had boots and a jacket to complement her look, also in red with dots. Her hair tied back in a ponytail was rather practical and allowed her better motion. On her right leg strapped to her tight was a knife holster with a small dagger that served for surprise attacks, her specialty. Around her waist was where she tied her yoyo when she wasn’t using it. To conceal her identity, she wore a domino mask also in red.

In the beginning, she wanted to use another name for her superheroine self, one that paid tribute to her Arabic roots, but Master Fu thought it better to go with a more generic name, that way it would be harder to obtain any type of information about her. In the end, she relented and went with Ladybug. 

When Ladybug and Chat Noir first appeared, most of Paris newspapers and tabloids started to question the origin of their superheroes. Some believe them to be aliens, which her Master thought hilarious. Others were certain they were metahumans, born with their powers, and their Miraculous just served as an amplifier, and Hawkmoth wanted all Miraculous to increase his power to the maximum level, in Mari’s case they were partially right about the part of the powers. The one that came closer to the truth was the writer of the Ladyblog, the amount of research she had was impressive for someone so young. She discovered that the Miraculous were older than they thought, dating back all the way to the ancient Egyptian Empire, other than that she was way off. She had this theory that the Miraculous holders were a group of immortal entities that always appeared in ties of need, but recently one of them must have gone bad, tired of centuries in hiding, and the others are trying to defeat them and restore peace. It was a good theory that had some truth behind it, but still very exaggerated. It didn’t help that Ladybug was obviously experienced and that only served to fund this theory even more.

It became a game for Ladybug and Chat Noir to find the funniest theories and share them during patrol. Chat was really good in that, normally he just asked one of his friends what they thought. Mari, not having friends to ask just bought stuff the media printed. These kinds of games helped them relax a little after a tiring battle.  

After two years of fighting evil forces, it was impossible for the two superheroes not to be close. Their kind of relationship always reminded Mari of her brother, and she often felt guilty for not being able to reach him. But that only motivated her more in defeating Hawkmoth. Only then she would be able to leave Paris. 

Living in Paris was nice, for the first time in her life she created a routine for herself. She had training with Master Fu in the mornings and she helped at the bakery during the afternoons. Every other day there would be an Akuma attack and she would step into her role as Ladybug. Other than that her life became pretty calm compared to what it was at the League. She even got the time to explore her creative side, drawing and sewing became her favorite hobbies.

But nothing ever stays the same for long, not for her. 

It was about one year and a half after the attack on the League, just as her Master was getting close to discovering the exact location of origin of the source of evil energy. They knew the owner of the Butterfly Miraculous knew how to read energies, being that what alerted him of the Ladybug Miraculous being activated after Mari was brought back from the dead, but they weren’t expecting him to be able to track them. Her Master energy was easier to locate, even with him being the Grand Guardian, because of his old age. 

To this day she wasn’t sure what exactly happened, only that one afternoon she felt as if the energy around shifted and became unbearable. Fearing the worst she went to her Master in search of guidance, but when she was nearing his house she saw him. Hawkmoth in the flesh. Around him were five Akumas previously defeated.

He was at a rooftop engaging Master Fu, who at the time had already transformed with the Turtle Miraculous, in a heated duel. At the side was Mayura, trying to reach the Miraculous Box that was secured inside a green dome. Not wasting one minute she transformed in a nearby alley and went into action attacking the Peacock wielder. She was ruthless in her blows, never leaving space for the other woman to attack. Chat Noir arrived a couple of minutes later and went for the akumatized people, but at that point it was already too late. Master Fu knew that would be his last day on earth, he didn't have the strength to fight and maintain the Box inside the safety dome, so he did the only thing he thought possible. He relinquished his position as the Grand Guardian of The Miraculous to Ladybug. 

The box immediately disappeared from the dome and appeared in Mari’s arms. Without wasting a second she used her hidden weapon and stabbed her opponent in the thigh in order to subdue her. Her cries of pain were enough to attract Hawkmoth's attention from Chat Noir, with whom he had just engaged in battle. He immediately went to comfort his partner, using his champions as a barricade to protect them. He escaped. Or rather Mari let him escape. Because she couldn't stop looking at her Master’s body. He was dead. Died protecting the Miraculous. Inside her she felt some piece of her break. Death wasn’t new for her, but it felt surreal to believe the man that saw her grow and taught her almost everything she knew was dead. But there was no time to mourn, a soldier only mourned after the war, and this war was far from being over. But at that moment, looking at the lifeless body of her Master she made a vow to herself. 

She would not rest until Hawkmoth perished.

And she would make sure that before he did, it hurt

Next

Another fresh capther for all of you. To be honest I had planned this chapter to be compleatly different, but I was inspired and just lost myself, and when I realised I couldn’t finish this chapter anyother way. Hope you all liked it! Fell free to leave a comment with your theories of what’s going to happen next! (Also, the taglist still open)

WARNING: Major character death; description o violence.

Ladybug suit was inspired by this drawing from Eden Daphne 

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[c-harli-e]

Character Sheet - Franklin (Hazbin Hotel)

Franklin

Character Information - 

True Name: Franklin Magne

Nicknames: Frankie / Frank / The Moon (by Charlie) / Shitstain (by Bea)

Likes: Pranks / Carnage / Murder / Meat / Video Games / Streaming / Smiling / Sarcasm / Peanut Butter

Dislikes: Nativity / Religion / Redemption / Emotions / Humans / Pickles / Low Frame Rates / Yellow

Biological Information - 

Species: Deer Demon / Wendigo

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Abilities: Wendigo Transformation / Light Manipulation / Playing the Saxophone / Tap Dancing

Professional Status - 

Occupation: Prince of Hell

Relationships - 

Family: Alastor (Father) / Charlie (Mother) / Margret (Sister) / Beatrice (Sister) / Lucifer (Grandfather) / Lillith (Grandmother)

Friends: Valentino / Sir Pentious / Angel Dust / Husk / Razzle and Dazzle / Niffty

Frenemies: Vox / Vaggie 

Romantic Interests: N/A

Enemies: ...just a lot of demons

Franklin Magne is a hell born demon birthed to Alastor and Charlie and by line of succession, the prince of Hell. He has very little empathy or sympathy for the demons in Hell and mainly does whatever suits his fancy, not caring much for those around him.

Appearance - 

Franklin, as an adult, is 7’8”, the same height as Alastor. He is nearly identical to Charlie, only sharing the same ears and antlers of his father. He has the same eyes, nose and blackened lips, as well as the same dark red cheeks that Charlie has. There have been times that people have confused him for Lucifer because of the likness and there have been times that he has used this to his advantage. 

He usually wears a blue sweater and black jeans. The reason why he wears blue is because when Franklin was a child, he had an uncanny ability to just wander off and seeing a blue-clad child was the easiest way to find him among the red landscape of Pentagram City.

 

When in full Wendigo form, his antlers grow and branch and he also grows a few inches in height. His claws and teeth extend. He has double radio dials, much like Alastor, though instead of red, they are shades of grey. His hair grows longer and rougher to the touch and he is impossibly strong - though he has never once been able to defeat Alastor in a fight. He enjoys the terror that his Wendigo form beings and will occasionally allow himself to fall into it just to remind those around him to be scared of him.

Personality - 

Franklin has very little to no empathy. He’s a sociopath and he knows it; when he was younger, he did try his best to latch onto some sort of emotional connection but he was met with failure with each attempt. Because of this, he grew up to be snarky, sarcastic and cruel with a lot of the things he says and does. He does not believe in his mother and Margret’s ideology of redemption, believing that demons who go to Hell are meant to be there; they should suffer for the sins they committed.

He does have a soft spot for smaller things, however. Egg Bois in particular are demons he’s fond of and he enjoys carrying them around and talking to them. He’s an avid streamer of whatever video games he can get his hands on and has garnered quite a following in Hell for his streams. 

Franklin likes to inflict pain and doesn’t feel pain himself; the only times he can remember some sort of negative emotion is when he feels guilty for breaking promises that he made to Charlie when he was younger. He also enjoys protecting his sisters from any wrongdoing, though there have been times that he’s actually became friends with the people who have hurt his sisters.

Background - 

Franklin was born in Hell to Charlie and Alastor, the Princess of Hell and the Radio Demon. Instinctively, he doesn’t care much for the process that goes on around him, though he does have a strong tendency for violence. He has two sisters and he cares for them, though he isn’t quite sure he’s as attached to them as they are to him.

Relationships - 

Alastor:     Alastor is Franklin’s father.

Franklin inherited much of Alastor’s personality and mannerisms, though the distance from empathy is something he had on his own. The two butt heads occasionally, due to Franklin wanting to believe that he is stronger than his father (he gets put back into place rather quickly). Franklin convinced Alastor to come onto one of his streams once and it’s an annual thing now; they’ll get together once a year and play video games on stream for a few hours.

Charlie:     Charlie is Franklin’s mother.

Growing up and still currently, Franklin is a mama’s boy. He respects the decisions she makes in life, though he doesn't believe in her ideologies. She is pretty much the only person he feels he is connected to emotionally and he relies pretty heavily on her optimism in order to feel down to earth. They tend to spend a lot of time reading together or dancing, since they both can tap dance pretty well.

Margret:     Margret is Franklin’s sister.

Franklin doesn’t have a large opinion on his oldest sister; she’s neat and organized, which he can respect. Their age difference, her being seven years older, kept them at a distance that neither knew how to work with. Because of his difficulty feeling emotions, Margret keeps her distance because she’s not able to really handle his manic moods.

Beatrice:     Beatrice is Franklin’s sister.

Bea is five years older than Franklin and she is his best friend. They enjoy pulling pranks and telling jokes together, though he finds much more entertainment out of Alastor’s dad jokes than Bea does. The two were nearly inseparable growing up and he has a much stronger fondness for her than he does for Margret; they share a lot more in common and the age difference doesn’t seem to be that big of an issue. 

Valentino:    

Like Beatrice with Angel Dust, Franklin and Valentino are also best friends. Though there was a lot of drama that happened between Val and Bea, Franklin thought the whole ordeal was hilarious and found himself hanging out around Valentino a lot more. At first, the pimp was against Franklin and tried to deter the demon from latching on, but the two eventually found a mutual interest and then their friendship formed.

Sir Pentious: 

Franklin thinks Sir Pentious as a means for comical relief. The cliche snake demon makes Franklin laugh and he also enjoys being around the Egg Bois; he uses Pentious as a way to be around the little demons. 

Angel Dust: 

Angel Dust and he have a good relationship. When Franklin casually mentioned that he was gay, Angel almost immediately swept him up and the two bonded. 

Husk:

Franklin adores the stories that Husk tells. He thinks the detailed descriptions about how humans fight wars are interesting and fun to listen to. If he’s forced to be at the Hotel, since he tends to avoid it as best he can, he’s usually found at the bar with Husk.

Razzle and Dazzle:

Frankie doesn’t have much to say on the two goat demons; they spend most of their time with Margret and Charlie at the hotel and he doesn’t have too many fond memories of them. He just knows they’ve always been there and aren’t going away any time soon. 

Niffty:

Franklin thinks Niffty is adorable and he has tried in the past to talk to her to become her friend, though she seems to want to not be. He isn’t sure why and continues to pester her, since he thinks that most demons should either be scared of him or love him and there should be no in between and he doesn’t want her to be scared of him.

Vox:

Because of the relationship that Bea has with Vox and the entire process of Franklin becoming Valentino’s friend, the two are passive of each other. Franklin knows that Vox is stronger and way more powerful than he is and chooses not to test that boundary.

Vaggie:

Franklin isn’t sure why, but he knows that Vaggie doesn’t have the greatest opinion of him. He supposes it’s because of his urge for violence and death, though he can’t quite put his finger on it. He doesn't ever remember a time where the two of them had any good memories together.

Trivia - 

-Jakarva came up with the name Franklin, as well as the names for Margret and Beatrice.

-Franklin means ‘landowner of free’ or ‘free man’.

-Franklin constantly pushes Alastor’s temper. There have been times during Franklin’s childhood where Alastor has threatened to eat him, to the point where he has nibbled a finger or two of Franklin’s to get him back in line.

    -Charlie has absolutely forbidden Alastor from actually eating Franklin, though the younger demon doesn’t know that.

-Frankie consistently eats the family cat. When the cat reappears, since it wasn’t killed by an angelic weapon, he lets the cat live for a few months before he gets bored of it and eats it again. Both Bea and Margret hate when he does it and they do their best to keep the cat away from him.

-Franklin doesn’t see himself getting into a relationship anytime soon; he sees most demons as inferior to the point where he would be uncomfortable with being with one.

-He is frequently touchy and continuously forces himself into everyone’s personal space, though he would snap if anyone where to enter his without permission. 

-He plays the saxophone quite well and Margret hates it because he continuously will only play songs that are memes.

-Franklin is a total memelord. 

-Keeping with memelord status, he can play the mash up of Sandstorm and Never Gonna Give You Up on the sax. 

-He swears that he taught Alastor how to floss, whip, etc, but if we're honest, he really didn't. 

-Franklin is probably the funniest character to write, and by god, even if he can’t feel a wide range of emotion, he’s still hilarious (and he knows it).

((If you so decide to use him, give me and @trinswhimsys a tag! We like to see any use. Please don't use him without tagging / permission, thank you, we are protective of our beanie boy))

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[snowpeawritings]

Headcanons on P5 Akira, Ryuji, Yusuke and Futaba's reaction when they find out Reader is an Anti-shadow weapon(Like Aigis)?

respecc the toaster

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Swearing

| Akira Kurusu |

- His belief on androids weren’t too far off. He did read in an article that there were a secret organization that produced androids before so he doesn’t think the possibility of androids we’re far-fetched.

- So when you reveal that you were an android during a Palace exploration had him both surprised and understanding that, oh… that makes sense. It makes a lot of sense actually. At least he knows the reason why you don’t want to eat his curry.

- Wants to know the history of Anti-Shadow Suppression Weapons. He was curious about how there were people who fought Shadows way before the Phantom Thieves and that there were other cases that had a ‘different world’ like the Metaverse. He hopes to make use of the information during trips to Palaces or the like.

- Of course, being metal and plastic doesn’t change his love for you. You stayed with him despite what people say about him, despite his record, despite every single hell that he’s gone through and that was enough for him to show his truest form to you. Hates it when you try to defend him from attacks, whether Shadow or human bullies. He knows you can take more than any human but he doesn’t want to see you get hurt because of him. Despite saying that you can repair yourself, he doesn’t want you to take the blows. He’s used to it by now, honestly.

- Gets this teasing smirk on his face whenever you try to understand stupid human things like dancing in the rain or fawning over Morgana in a maid outfit cats. Inside he’s smitten on how cute you look trying to understand the thought process on these things but he can’t help but draw out the teasing to see your reaction. He toned it down when he sees steam coming out of your nose and mouth during one time. 

| Ryuji Sakamoto |

- Doesn’t really believe in androids at all, believe it or not. He really doesn’t think that the world is advanced enough to create a working human-like machine with a complete A.I. and an algorithm to match up with human intelligence.

- What does make him wonder on why the hell you run faster than him. Not being egoistic but he doesn’t get that your legs seemed to turn into Sonic legs whenever you outrun Shadows in the Metaverse. One particular Shadow took off parts of your legs and Ryuji’s screams when he saw that made everyone deaf.

- Doesn’t understand crap about Anti-Shadow Suppression Weapons or the history behind them. What he wants to know if you can shoot bullets with your shins or if you can make the Perfect™ ramen since everything you do is calculated and precise. Ryuji low-key thinks that knowing your an android makes his life so much better.

- Really doesn’t see the problem with you having no flesh and blood. It was within your choice to love him, not some programming error in your systems, so it didn’t make much of a difference to him if you were human. For him, having you reveal your true self to him makes him feel like he was on top of the world to have you as his lover.

- Power couple whether you like it or not. Ryuji would fight to protect you and you would fight to protect him. Nobody would even think to take you on when you smashed a bully right inside the shoot 'em-up game in the arcade. Ryuji still finds you hot whenever you show your strength in front of him.

- Finds it so cute to watch you understand his jokes. What did he mean by toaster? And why does he have to make you wear his hoodies while he hugs you? Your body wasn’t that hard to begin with. It was the optimal softness for hugging and cuddles! At this point, Ryuji could just die a happy man.

| Yusuke Kitagawa |

- Yusuke is absolutely praising at your feet because you looked so flawless. There was not a single imperfection on you; no scar, no blemish, no asymmetry. You were literally the perfect muse that he thinks the gods must have made a mistake and gave a lowly artist like him someone like you.

- Which is all the more reason for you to deny every chance to get nude. No matter how deep your relationship was with him, you never wanted to show the metallic limbs, the plastic joints, the fake everything that he believed in. You couldn’t be a muse, not with this fragile body made from lies. Though a strong Shadow managed to show him your true form, managing to tear apart your legs as he watched. To say he was shocked speechless was an understatement.

- Whatever history you had with Anti-Shadow Suppression Weapons or the Kirijo group, Yusuke would never pry. That was something you kept hidden from Yusuke for so long that he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. When the time comes that you can tell him everything, he’ll be patient. Thinks that your android body is the most beautiful thing to ever grace the earth. He doesn’t even know why you would try to hide it from him. He would paint it all; the plastic joints, the grooves on your wrists, everything.

- Everybody finds you two eccentric as hell. With your stiff movements and monotone voice that could kill the funniest jokes and Yusuke being Yusuke, it wasn’t a surprise that people would talk behind your back. If only you installed the missile launchers Aigis recommended.

- Literally the worst person to explain human stupidity. He takes them as a form of art and forces you to do it. The rest of the Phantom Thieves had to cover an excuse when you played the grand piano while Yusuke pole danced on top of it at the underground mall.

| Futaba Sakura |

- Believed in them this whole time. Probably thought you were an android from the get-go as well. Being Medjed definitely has it’s perks when you try and have a certain family’s secret database of android production.

- Screamed that she knew all along that you were an android when you shot bullets from your fingers. Throughout the car ride, she kept saying all the clues that she gathered that made you who you are all the while nearly making the rest of the team deaf.

- Knows about the Kirijo group and your history with them. Don’t worry, she won’t tell you that she knows it already. It’s completely up to you to tell her when your ready. In the meantime, she tries to pick your A.I. apart by hacking into you and “accidentally” uploaded a melty memes virus into you. Oh well, guess your blasting Despacito Earrape whenever a small inconvenience happens.

- Besides uploading memes into your A.I., she loves that there’s someone else she can relate to, technogically speaking. Japan didn’t have a lot of young people that knows just as much as she knows so she appreciates it when you delve into deep conversations about electronics to her mother to you.

- Literally IS the reason of human stupidity. She’s the mastermind behind everything that made you overheat your algorithms. You think Despacito Earrape was the worst? She has an entire memetrack dedicated for you to play when the best time arrives and nobody could stop her reign of terror. You know she had to do it to them. 

[callunavulgari]

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7. flowers start to bloom in every different hue by orphan-account | Coraline | Coraline/Wybourn | 1k

Coraline grows up, gets a tattoo, and falls in love. In that order.

Heather Says: I read this fic on a slow day at work, often in quick bursts while I was waiting for the kitchen to finish my table’s food. It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s perfect. And honestly? It’s everything that I was looking for when I ventured into the Coraline tag on ao3 because I was curious.

8. Victory Conditions by @astolat | Transformers | Megatron/Optimus Prime | 37k

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” Megatron said mockingly. “You won’t like it, Prime. It’s not a very nice one.”

Heather Says: Fun fact, I’m not even in this fandom. I haven’t touched the Transformers fandom since the first movie came out in 2007 and I spent a very confusing week shipping a boy and his car. But Astolat has literally never lead me wrong, and I was having one of those bored days where nothing quite itches the right spot, so I sat down on the couch and spent two hours reading this. Worth it.

  9. just in it for the game by grim_lupine | Thor | Thor/Loki | 6k

“It's excellent rehabilitation for my image,” Loki says, widening his eyes. “They love you, and because of that they'll trust me. You wouldn't ruin this for me, would you?”

Thor glares at him.

Loki’s mouth twitches. “Also, it's the funniest thing that's ever happened to me.”

Heather Says: The Thor/Loki bug never really bit me until after Ragnorak came out. I mean, sure, I read it and it was good, but hella’s Frostiron fics basically destroyed me for any other Loki pairing. HOWEVER. Ragnorak happened and screwed that all the way up. Also, you know, this fic is absolutely lovely and was just what the doctor ordered.

10. so this guy walks into a bar by MasterOfAllImagination | Pacific Rim | Newt/Hermann | 2.5k

“Bourbon,” Hermann says, hooking his cane on the edge of the bar and sliding by degrees onto a stool.

“Straight up?” the bartender asks.

“Please.” Does he look like the kind of man who enjoys having his nostrils fumigated by undiluted whiskey? “On the rocks.”

Heather Says: I coped with Pacific Rim 2 by reading a couple AUs and a couple very, very long fics full of tragedy and math. Weirdly, the AU of a chance meeting in a bar was the one that stuck.

11. cherry pie by @brawlite & @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger | Stranger Things | Billy/Steve | 133k

Billy Hargrove lives for summer. Endless sunshine, heavily chlorinated pools, roaming ice cream trucks, and unencumbered freedom? There’s nothing better.

Even being stuck in Hawkins can’t ruin the summer for him. He eats it up, devouring every day whole.

Heather Says: Yeah, okay, but this is the fic that made summer worth it. Highly recommend reading at the pool or with your feet hanging off the back porch. Every piece of this fic was dripping in summertime nostalgia. It was fan-freaking-tastic.

12. the ghost and the good queen val by Wildehack (tyleet) | Thor | Thor/Valkyrie/Loki | 27k

“What,” she says, her heart racing, “was that.”

“What was what?” Korg asks, frowning up at her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Valkyrie squints suspiciously at the ship.

“Oh my god,” Korg says. “You did! You saw a ghost!”

Heather Says: So, remember how I coped with Pacific Rim 2 with copious AUs? This is how I coped with Infinity War.

13. For Better or Worse by DragonBandit  | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 22k

All Damien ever wanted was someone who wanted him. All Damien deserves is to die alone, stripped bare of any of the comforts or affections of humanity, a title he willingly shed.

Mark Bryant seems to be the Universe's compromise.

Wherein Damien and Mark are soulmates, and this changes enough.

Heather Says: I think I’ve read this one three or four time this year? It’s 22k of well-written fic for a fandom that has a max of like 100 fics all with lengths that tend to vary between a couple hundred words to 2 or 3k, max. This fic is the one that really catapulted me into the fandom. 

14. in waves by @lymricks | Stranger Things | Billy/Steve | 38k

It’s March and it’s too cold for Billy to be shirtless and wearing shorts, but he hadn’t noticed until Harrington appeared and made him hold still. Harrington can’t seem to stop looking at the bruises. “What’s it to you if I miss a little school, Harrington?” Billy asks. He feels goosebumps rising on his skin.

“I don’t know,” Harrington snaps back, looking uncomfortable. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Plant your feet, Billy wants to scream at him. I’m going to bowl you over.

Heather Says: And here we have the first fic that wasn’t written by either @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger or @brawlite that made me realize that this fandom was gonna be a good one. So fantastic.

15. the cure by aquaexplicit | The Flash | Cisco/Harry | 43k

“I guess I don’t really get what you need to fix? Harrison Wells is a hot, rich genius that pays you to make cool stuff with his daughter and is totally into you. If you guys boning is the biggest problem you have, I think this officially qualifies as your best relationship ever.”

When Barry puts it like that, everything sounds so simple and not at all as angst ridden as Cisco has been suffering the past few months.

Cisco hangs up on him.

Heather Says: I remember a couple years ago, I fell absolutely head over heels for this one Sterek fic where Derek had twin toddlers and Stiles was the hired babysitter. So I think there’s something about dad + babysitter fics that get me, even if this one in particular the ‘baby’ in question is a fifteen year old genius. Still. Dad + babysitter. I don’t even know, but apparently it works for me.

16. pull out the insides by SpineAndSpite | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 3k

“Stop,” Damien says again, more insistent this time.

“I’m not doing it on purpose.” Mark's heart pounds in his ears and he sees Damien’s hands shaking. God. They shouldn’t have started talking about sex. Shouldn’t have filled in the colors and shadows to this pencil outline of a sketch forming between them. They shouldn’t have given it a name.

Heather Says: This year seems to have had a theme when it comes to fics that I’ve liked and it seems to boil down to: people who are bad for each other have sex and catch feelings. Mark/Damien is not the healthiest ship. But it also hurts in this stupidly tragic way and hell if I didn’t fall head over heels for it.

17. tell me, get my shit together by paperclipbitch | Star Wars | Han/Lando | 5k

“I thought we were actively avoiding each other after the Trandosha Shitshow,” Han says.

“We’re actively avoiding each other after the Iridonia Shitshow,” Lando corrects him, “the Trandosha Shitshow is That Which We Do Not Speak Of.”

Heather Says: So, guess what I did in the two to three hours after seeing Solo? If you guessed: ‘combed through ao3 until you ran out of fic’ ding ding ding, you are 100% correct. This one was very, very good, which makes sense, because paperclipbitch has some good shit.

18. chases, escapes, true love, miracles by pepperfield | The Flash | Cisco/Harry 55k

Just because the timeline has been restored, doesn't mean things are back to normal. Cisco's got 99 problems, and Harry Wells is approximately 38 of them.

In which Cisco makes a bunch of plans, fails most of them, narrowly avoids being disintegrated, receives a hug or two, finds his groove, and gets his man. More or less in that order.

Heather Says: This one was long and wibbly wobbly, because it was basically what season 3 should have been. But it was also really great, and had some super quality Harrisco interactions.

19. Your Pretty Little Heart by Ever-so-reylo | Star Wars | Reylo | 64k

Modern day AU in which Ben is an Alpha, Rey is an Omega, and they are way better at having sex than at communicating with each other.

Heather Says: Speaking of people who are probably a little bit bad for each other... This particular fic was new to me, not because of the um, extensive sexual content, but because I’m usually not a fan of A/B/O. But this one was extremely good, enough that I actually liked it for a/b/o aspect rather than in spite of it.

20. Draconia by perceived_nobility | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 4k

"So I was driving. One ex wife and one ex husband later, stopping at the same fucking gas stations you and I stopped at."

Heather Says: This fic actually prompted a 3 hour long conversation on the ‘adult’ Mark/Damien discord where we basically outlined an entire fic that I never got around to writing where Damien is raising a child, has a farm, and runs into Mark ten years down the ride. One day, I might write it, because vaguely domestic, meet-again-ten-years-down-the-road fics always bowl me right the fuck over and just. There needs to be more fic like this one in the world. But until then, the world can marvel at the beauty that is this one.

21. Artifice by buttpatrol | Wolf 359 | Hera/Eiffel | 23k

A story told in parts about colour palettes, identity, robot uprisings, sensational trials, space, and messy love.

Heather Says: As I’ve recently finished relistening to Wolf 359 I have a fresh appreciation for this fic, which is one of the only longer fics on ao3 that just grips you by the heart and squeezes the same way that the series does. It might have been written before the end of the series, but it’s honestly just as perfect.

22. (shoot the lights out, hide) till its bright out by lipgallagher | Stranger Things | Billy/Steve | 93k

The most dangerous thing walking around Hawkins goes by the name Billy Hargrove.

And he fucking knows it.

Heather Says: I’m kind of cheating here, because this is a series rather than a single fic, but I’m not picking just one part. I read the first four or so parts of this fic when I was visiting my family in South Carolina and spent the next few days wandering around the place half-in Steve Harrington’s headspace. It was an incredibly surreal experience, which lead to a pretty strong combination of mania, depression, and an indescribable craving for ice cream. So like, maybe don’t read this fic if you’re in a bad head space? But also it’s very good and features one of the most fucked up and intriguing Steve’s that I’ve seen yet.

23. Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya | Yuri On Ice | Yuuri/Viktor | 197k

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

Heather Says: I actually read this one on the plane ride down to South Carolina, and kind of didn’t like it at first? I’m not sure if it was just the act of putting Yuuri and Victor into the position of rivals that made me uncomfortable or the goddamn delays that turned half a day of travelling into a full one, but eventually I was able to get into and enjoyed it quite a bit. I really like the rivals to lovers trope, so I’d been looking forward to this one a lot.

24. Traveling Far by @astolat | Game of Thrones | Jaime/Brienne | 24k

Three weeks into their delightful slog across Westeros, during yet another charming day of shitting in the woods, eating half-raw squirrel, and trudging his feet bloody, the single most dour and uninteresting woman Jaime had ever met in all of Westeros stopped in the middle of a field, drew a deep breath, and said, “When I was seven, my aunt came to visit with her son. My father told me that as the daughter of the house, it was my duty to show hospitality to my guests and to be gracious to them. I wanted to make him proud. So for three weeks, I let my cousin follow me around and talk to me about spiders.”

Heather Says: I’ve become very fond of astolat’s Jaime/Brienne fics, and I think this one is my favorite yet. Featuring Starks, found family, and a whole lot of walking.

25. lilies of the valley (cover me with kisses, make my garden grow) by diasterisms | Star Wars | Reylo | 8k

Every girl is entitled to the mistake. That one colossal fuck-up that permanently alters the terrain of who you are. You'll either learn from it or you won't, so might as well have the time of your life.

Heather Says: I just. I really like flower shop AUs, and the idea of a Kylo Ren who owns a sleek flower shop being menaced by a tiny gremlin in a leather jacket just. Kills me. It was really sweet and all kinds of wonderful.

[shinymills]

Phantom Eye Syndrome

The first time I noticed something was off was not long after I was fitted with a prosthetic eye. I'd been in a car accident about seven months ago, I walked away from it, obviously, but it fucked my face up pretty badly - my right eye in particular.

Anyway, the day that I got my eye started our pretty great. I was pretty psyched about not wearing an eyepatch anymore - I didn't have to, but the sight of my empty socket had sent my little nephew into a crying fit, made me feel like shit, and I'd been wearing one since.

Not to sound too like a complete cliche, but that day the sun had been shining, birds had been singing, I had been singing ... cats had been running because I had been singing, but they're judgmental little fuckers anyways, so who cares.

It was only after the visit, on my way home, that things started to get a little odd. Close your eyes. Now move them around a bit. You know how you could feel them moving under your eyelid? That's what I felt the entire drive home, under my right eye. So yeah, when I got home I called my doctor right away all "The hell, man?".

After a bit of confusion on his part, he assured me that it was just my mind playing tricks on me, like phantom limb syndrome, but, yanno, with my goddamned eye. This surprised the hell out of me because, until that day, I hadn't felt anything like that. I was pretty quick to point out to the doctor. He didn't have any helpful answers beyond, to paraphrase, "The brain's a weird pile of meat, dude." Very helpful.

That odd fluttering sensation continued off and on for several weeks. It was annoying as hell, but not actually painful, and after a while I got used to it. Even managed to forget it was even happening sometimes. Eventually, nearly a month after it first started, it actually stopped happened, and I thought that was the end of it.

Yeah, that was, in fact, not, the end of it. A few days after the fluttering stopped, I started noticing dark, blurry blobs - but only from what would have been my right field of vision. Understandably, this confused the fuck out of me, and again I called my doctor to reiterate my earlier question with a, "Seriously, the hell, man?"

Which he very unhelpfully answered with another, "For real dude, the brain's a big, weird mess of meaty goodness." I mean, he obviously didn't say those exact words, it was a bunch of medical gobbledygook that explained fuckall, but that was what it boiled down to.

Suffice to say, I was feeling pretty frustrated at that point, and a bit annoyed because those blurry blobs were everywhere I looked. A hell of a lot harder to ignore than the fluttering had been. Like, a lot harder. But I tried my best because apparently, that was my life now.

Weeks passed like that, me trying my best at first to ignore the blobs, and failing utterly, and then just trying to adjust to them being there, better success. That was about when they started growing ... Clearer. More distinct. Like, not all of a sudden, yanno?

But with each day that passed they came more and more into focus, like they had been objects that had been far away or something, and were finally just coming into focus. With each day they grew clear I noticed more and more about them, and got steadily more freaked out.

The blobs, well they were still blobs. But, like, I don't know how to fucking describe it. Okay, imagine like ... Imagine for whatever reason you decided to go to a slaughterhouse, right? And you just gathered up aaallll the meat and shit in there. All the organs, all the viscera, all the organs, hell even all the literal shit, and bones, and teeth, and fucking eyes.

And then imagine you took all that, decided you wanted to apply as maybe the personal sculptor for Satan himself or something and just smushed this shit all together into shapes that sorta resembled the end result of what would happen if a praying mantis and a squid met in a bar, got drunk as hell, and decided that the other looked kinda hot - and then draped it all over people who for some fucking reason were cool with it.

   Yeah, that was probably the worst part, those things, they were everywhere, on everyone. And no one fucking noticed. I could see what looked like it was maybe part of a spine at one point, maybe? Look I'll be the first to admit I don't much about anatomy, but it looked a lot like a fucking spine. The only thing that kept me from going and *completely* losing my shit was that I never saw one on me. And trust me, I looked in mirrors often enough that people might’ve started to think I was really, really digging myself each and every day. But nope, no high self-esteem here. Just an all-consuming terror that I was gonna wake up one morning to find one of those things draped on me, over me.

  Never saw it though, thank fuck. Just… on everybody else. Those things writhing along every inch of them, caressing them in ways that were *beyond* disturbing, and pushing and prodding their way into any orifices they could. And yeah, I literally mean *any*. Hentai nightmare for ya right there. It was when I went to visit my sister that things… ah, they reached a head. I’d been preparing myself for it, really fucking hoping I wouldn’t see it, but preparing myself to see one of those things on my sister. 

  And yeah, there was one, and yeah, it took every fucking ounce of self-control I had not to try and pry it off her, scream at it, at her. But I managed. And then my little nephew woke up from his nap, and I wasn’t so fucking prepared for that. 

  All of three years old, and the sweetest little thing you’ll ever meet, and he had one of them on him. Wrapped around his throat, and prodding at his lips in this fucking disgusting, obscene manner that had me seeing red.

  I’d never, never seen one of them on a child before, always teens and older, but here was my nephew, smiling up at me while one of those things coiled and pulsed around him. And… and as I stared, I didn’t know what to do but fucking stare, I saw an eye form within the mass, and not just any eye. It was *my* eye. The eye I’d fucking lost, it stared directly at me, and it fucking *winked*. It knew I could see it, and it thought it was the funniest fucking thing.

I didn't mean to scare him like I did. I didn't hurt him, I just grabbed him, and I was screaming. I wasn't screaming at him, I was screaming at the thing on him and I was grabbing at it, but I couldn't pull it off him. Couldn’t grab it even though I could *feel* it. Slick, and fleshy, and cold, even though it pulsed, and twitched beneath my fingers.

I don’t remember much after that, not really. I can sorta remember my sister screaming at me. I can remember my nephew crying his little heart out. But beyond that, it’s all a blur until I sorta ‘woke up’ at the police station. My sister had called the cops at some point, and yeah I can understand why. From her perspective, I just flipped my shit and attacked her son, even though I would never, never hurt that boy. He means the world to me. I just wanted to protect him from that thing.

I told the cops that, told my sister that, and then later told the therapist I was forced to go to that. And each and every time I told them, told them what I saw, what I was seeing, the things on them would squirm, and shift, like they’re laughing at me, like what’s happening to me is a joke that just keeps funnier and funnier to them every time it’s told.