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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year
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I was checking your AU list a little while ago, because i was bored and wanted to refresh some of them in my mind, and during that i came across a AU that has just one post and i would like to change that
Poison Of The Past (the one Fugo goes back in time) was one the first AUs i have seen when i found your blog and boy, did it got me by the throat and stayed for a while (but then i forgot it's existence times later :D)
But anyway, i really love AUs with time travel and i don't think i've ever saw one with Fugo going back in time and with his personality, his role on the original plot and the aftermath can give a very interesting AU
I have already though a lot of things that can happen in it but i would love to see your own thoughts on it (if its not to much to ask)
:DDDDD 💖💖💖💖💖💖
I’ll admit, I don’t have too many specific thoughts for how this one goes, just a small cluster of possible thoughts Rotating in the brain, y’know?
possibly playing around with the idea that the first few days Fugo’s “back” he doesn’t think it’s real. He has no reason to think the Stand was a time-traveling one, and assumes that it’s more something that messes with his perspective of reality or shows him what he desires most. He’s a little surprised Giorno isn’t here, but just chalks that up to the fact that the “hallucination” seems to be taking place before a shit went sideways and there hadn't been any time for slower, laid back moments with the blonde teen because of how quickly things spiraled out of control
as I mentioned briefly in the original post, the Bucci Gang all live together
logically Fugo knows that he should probably be trying to break the hallucination and escape but….. he just can’t bring himself to do it. He missed this. Narancia’s energy, Bucciarati’s parental affection, Abbaccio’s snark, Mista’s easy laughter, he missed all of it so badly that he doesn’t know what he’d do if he lost it a second time
the nostalgia and how much he missed his family is enough to override almost any anger he’d normally be feeling. He just. Can’t find the anger that usually sparks and he’s fine with that. He’s also way more open with them and tells them stuff he’d never dare say if he thought they were real. It’s not quite that there’s no filter, he’s just kinda using this as a way to work through everything he wished he could’ve said before Shit Hit The Fan, and a lot of it happens to have been really sappy affectionate things and other such stuff
meanwhile the rest of the gang are So Fucking Concerned. Fugo has never been this calm for this long and it’s kinda starting to freak them out because some of the stuff Fugo’s saying makes it sound like either a) he’s going to leave or die or b) they’re going to leave or die
The whole “this is real life and the past” realization probably comes to head when someone(probably Narancia) FINALLY gets Fugo angry…… only for him to immediately backpedal and almost have a panic attack because no fucking shit no no he can’t fuck this up too no no no-
So yeah. Not great. Bucciarati probably tries to calm him down, only for Fugo to vaguely spill what he thinks is going on. That this isn’t real, it’s a Stand hallucination, that they all died, that he’s responsible, how he’s fucking things up again, etc etc
I don’t think they’d draw the connection of time travel, but instead the possibility that whatever life Fugo has seen where they’d all died was the hallucination instead, which brings to head a whole SLEW of other issues because from their perspective Fugo had woken up like this a few days ago and nothing seemed wrong before that so did this all happen in a dream? Does that mean an enemy Stand User got into the house??? Has this happened before and Fugo didn’t say anything??????
fun times all around :D
Admittedly still debating when Fugo “wakes up.” Could be a few weeks before Part 5, or it could be years, I’m not really sure yet
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delirisse-au · 6 months
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Really stupid idea:
Narinder and Mary go on dates for the sole purpose of constantly trying to kill each other
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That would go about as well as you think it would
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sweeneydino · 2 months
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Wake him up when he no longer has to run.
Click on the photos for better quality 💀 sorry
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amphibianaday · 3 months
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day 1547 and day 4 of amphibiuary prompt list
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certifiedceliac · 9 months
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So little thing that I learned recently; under the FDA, drug manufacturers are not required to disclose presence of major allergens in their products. While most medications do not contain gluten-containing ingredients, if you have any food allergy you need to make sure it's on file with your pharmacy, and speak with your pharmacist to find out how they flag for allergens in their system. Sometimes you may need to contact the manufacturer--if so, have the drug NDC (National Drug Code)# on hand, as they often need that to look it up. You can get this information (as well as manufactuer name) from your pharmacy.
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poisonousquinzel · 4 months
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if y'all ever want a bit of modern harlivy angst that ends happy and doesn't feel laced with ooc toxicity in the like "oh the writer's apparent reference for ivy's characteristics in their relationship is plant ivy and that's it wow..." I'd recommend their little story from DC's Harley Quinn Romances cause <33333 it's very special to me
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they make me unreasonably emotional
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Ivy after reading Harley's au fic where she gets to punch Joker with her at prom:
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francy-sketches · 10 months
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Hiiiii guess who finished her pmv. finally. um enjoy :3
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blood-orange-juice · 7 months
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People rebutting the "Childe is 34" theory, have you considered this.
No way he would have survived that long with his lifestyle.
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melonisopod · 1 year
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“The moral of Shrek is that a woman would rather marry a hideous ogre than a short man,” actually the moral is that men will literally call for a woman’s execution as soon as she’s not thin and pretty. Did you miss the part where Fiona turns into an ogre and suddenly Lord Fuckwad is like “What is that THING? It’s hideous! Guards, kill it!” like he knew that was still Fiona right? Fiona was willing to work it out and get to know Fuckhead even though she wasn’t crazy about dating a short guy but Lord Fuckboy went right to kill mode when she wasn’t everything he wanted.
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hyperfixatinator · 8 months
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I've seen headcanons of Phoenix Wright having heterochromia; either due to him being born with it or due to head trauma via fire extinguisher in AA2. They often come with headcanons of why he'd hide them with colored contacts, of course.
But I haven't heard anyone bring up the headcanon of Phoenix's eye turning blue because of Dahlia's bottle pendant.
First off, the poison Dahlia used had possible side effects including loss of pigmentation and eye damage. This is evident in Diego Armando's hair turning white and vision problems.
Fun fact: blue eyes aren't caused by blue pigmentation. In fact, they have little to no pigmentation at all. The blue we see is just light reflecting weirdly until only blue light is all we perceive from them.
Secondly, the poisoned pendant Phoenix ate in Turnabout Memories was empty at the time, but the risk of it containing leftover traces was very real. He even chewed it, raising the chances of those traces entering his system.
Diego had a significantly higher dose than Phoenix, but let's not forget Dahlia had faith that 1 contaminated pill of Cold Killer X would do the trick. Even if there was less than a drop remaining in that bottle, it had the potential to at least do some damage.
Damage that could result in the loss of pigmentation in someone's eyes.
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into-the-mikuverse · 5 months
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starry-blue-echoes · 2 years
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Oooo! I love to see what you’d think of Fugo and Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea by Fall Out Boy
Oooooo this is a fun one. This song practically screams Fugo, especially with the “all my childhood heroes have fallen off and died” because. I mean look at canon.
AU where Fugo gets sent back in time Via Stand to just before the events of Golden Wind
I’d imagine that it would’ve happened a good amount of time post-Golden Wind. Fugo’s figuring out his new role in Passione with Giorno as Don, trying not to be wracked with guilt over the fates of Bucciarati, Abbaccio and Narancia, and generally living his life safely albeit now so much lonelier than he had before.
Then he gets hit with a Stand and BAM he wakes up back in his and the gang’s old shared home. A place he hasn’t been since before Trish had been assigned to them
And he nearly breaks down right then and there when Narancia comes tearing into his room.
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tragicotps · 4 months
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Asriel, Marisa & Lyra + sniffing out poison/drugs
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artemx746 · 18 days
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Brain working a mile a minute to compare No Longer You from EPIC to toa
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I see people will now also blame Kakashi for character issues Sakura has, even though Tsunade obv didn’t fix them either because Sakura CONTINUES to have these issues throughout shippuden.
I really wish people would learn the diffrences between ‘character fault’ and ‘Writer unable to both allow the female lead to express her desire to do better, and then actually follow through and ACTUALLY LET HER DO BETTER’
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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year
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GOTHAM CITY SIRENS (generalized canon)
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“Harley-napping” (Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy x Selina Kyle x Fem!Reader)
| Stealing Harley from the Squad and then having a fun night out.
| SFW, mature language, criminal acts (duh), -platonic!reader/though there’s hints of something more with Cat
| You’re a thief, demolitions expert, and have EOD training in this one. Pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source - Batman: Arkham City video game)
| 1k+ words
| part: one of two (part two)
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When you come to all that’s taking up your vision is green.
“What…the…hell?” You whine. “I didn’t steal from Black Mask again, did I?”
There’s a sound off to your left that makes you freeze but you can’t lift your head enough to see in any direction let alone that one and you groan unhappily.
The grass beneath your head seems to dance while you're forced to wait but you feel no chill. There’s no breeze against the exposed parts of your skin, just the crisp Gotham air.
“Y/n L/n.”
Deep. Feminine. Spoken with a smoothness that screamed of self assurance and superiority.
Your nostrils flare.
“Ivy,” you sigh.
A chuckle.
“Hello, Little thief.”
The dancing grass seems to perk up, listening, before the green blades start to thicken and grow longer. You eye the tendrils wearily as they come up behind you, lifting your lower body and head enough that you can finally watch Ivy standing over you from upside down.
Her face is stern, a haughty eyebrow raised as she looks into your eyes. So as charming as ever.
“I’m in need of your…expertise.”
Her words come out strained like someone’s hysically holding a gun to her head and you bite back what you immediately want to say. She wants your help as if the last time you worked together was all hugs and kisses.
“Which would be what exactly?”
“Bombs.”
You scrunch up your face, upper lip making a valiant effort to block your nostrils, while shaking your head.
“Nah, I’ve never been anywhere near a bomb before. You got the wrong bitch, sorry,” you shrug.
Now she looks irritated.
“If you’re no demolition expert then why did Cat insist I find you?”
You shrug as best you can upside down
“Don’t know? You tell me-” you abruptly stop shaking your head. “Wait Cat?”
The woman turns her head, ignoring you.
“This is ridiculous.” She looks up at something in the distance. “Why are we wasting precious time kidnapping her again?”
There’s a sigh from the direction she’s addressing and you tense up, the grass near your throat applies pressure to the side of your neck in warning. You grit your teeth, fuck tonight so much. All you wanted when you left your apartment was some damn food, and now you're hungry and tied up.
“Y/n, stop being a smart ass.”
Great. You knew that voice too.
“You know, when you’re out stealing shit I don’t call you by your civilian name.”
A chuckle right next to your ear alongside a puff of breath that makes you shiver.
“And I applaud you for such restraint considering how vocal you can get, but right now I need you to be serious.” She moves, walking till she’s standing over you side by side with an Ivy who’s trying to glare you to death. “Now let’s talk business.”
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“No. Fuck no! Are you fucking crazy?”
Something that suspiciously sounds like a growl leaves Ivy and Selina looks up to the sky.
“Listen-” you cringe at the more demanding press of the plants against your neck. “Just listen, okay? Blackgait’s systems are hard to crack on a good day, but with the Squad out on a mission you know Waller’s on high alert, and I’m not Batman.”
“No. You’re better, or else we would’ve gone to him with some bullshit excuse. Uh uh-” she cuts you off as you open your mouth. “You are, and you’re going to help us get the Clown.”
“What about ‘I’m not Batman’ isn’t clicking?”
Your response makes Selina huff and she goes to answer before Ivy simultaneously cuts her sentence and your breathing off.
“Enough,” she intones.
The vines curl around the entirety of your throat in seconds, meticulously closing off your airway. You gasp, mouth and eyes widening in your shock.
“If you insist on acting guileless I will treat you as such.”
“Ivy!”
The other women’s voices disappear as your ears start to buzz, blood cut off from them in a dizzying effect. A weak sound squeezes its way past your lips before your body’s meeting the floor and your airways are free enough once more to take gasping breaths.
You cough into the prickly ground, racking heaves that shake your body so much your arms, which have gone numb from your upside down hold, give out. You gasp into the grass, each breath scratching down your trachea as your head pounds away.
It takes you what feels like hours with zero awareness of anything outside of your body to pull yourself to your knees. Everything still has a dull buzz about it, except for your body, that just pulses.
Your hand zips toward your throat.
“Fuck you, Ivy.”
She scoffs at your hoarse tone, turning and walking off.
“Not without Harley’s say so.”
You cough. Sometimes you hated Gotham and all her rampant rogues.
Selina lowers herself beside you and then she’s touching.
“You were supposed to be civil,” she says pointedly.
She tilts your head up and the leather of her gloves is gentle against your face.
“Don’t-” you jerk away. Selina makes an aggravated sound then she’s pulling you more firmly against her, hand resting on the small of your back.
“Let me see, Slick.”
“Mmmph,” you mumble but you let her other hand ease your chin up.
“She’s fine,” Ivy says.
When you glance over at her she’s poking at a particularly ergonomic looking tablet.
“How,” you stop and lick your lips, swallowing in a fruitless attempt to smooth the burn in your throat. “How are you gonna tell me?”
Ivy hefts a sigh and then looks to you.
“You are alive are you not?”
You stare after the woman, eyes widening and jaw clenching with a cock of your head.
“You-”
“Okay!” Selina cuts in before shooting a look you can’t see over at Ivy. “I can’t believe I’m the mediator here, but let’s all just take it easy.”
“As long as you do it fast.”
You sneer quietly at Ivy’s words.
“This is why I stopped working with you guys.”
“I know,” Selina murmurs, brows pinching together. “Help us out anyway? We’ll all owe you one.”
“I agreed to no such…” another look gets thrown Ivy’s way and she and Selina stare one another down. It takes a few beats of stillness but she eventually scoffs. She looks over your form coolly before sighing. “Fine. One favor if you help us get Harley out safely.”
The two of you lock eyes. Ivy’s are green, and it’s only you remembering the first time you came face to face with them and Harley’s freely thrown out whimsy that gets you to unclench your jaw. Plus, you could do a lot with a favor from one of Gotham's best rogues. Let alone three.
“Fine,” you rasp out.
You look away from Ivy as she nods and shifts her attention back to the tablet. Selina helps you up looking like she wants to touch you again, but stops herself, eyeing you apologetically.
“It’ll bruise but it shouldn’t leave any permanent damage.”
“Lucky me.”
Your head and throat were killing you. Selina gives you another apologetic look before squeezing your forearm and going to collect a duffle bag from a park bench near you all.
You press softly at your throat, wincing some at how sensitive the skin feels. By tomorrow there’ll be mulberry welts circling your neck.
Selina comes and sets the bag down in front of you, bending down to dig through it.
“Now you might be a good thief, but I’m a better one, so I’m in charge of getting Harley.”
You nod. “And you want me to work with…?”
Ivy’s suddenly right in front of you and handing you the tablet. You suck in a sharp breath at her silence then tentatively take the device from her hands. It’s wrapped in a protective case that gives it some heft. You start swiping through it. Hm.
“Are these bomb schematics?”
“Yes, and we’re gonna need you to get two of them out of Harley’s body before Waller or the team notices she’s gone.”
You glance up at her without moving your head up.
“That’s a big ask. Do you even have an approximate time that I’ll have to work with?”
“No,” Ivy quietly admits. “That’s why we got you and not anyone else. We trust you…I trust you.”
You chew on your lip for a second, swiping up at another complicated looking schematic.
“Alright. You let me look over these for a few minutes and then we should be good to go.”
Ivy nods at you before Selina stands and hands you an armful of your stuff. You roll your eyes to the sky.
“You’re horrible. How’d you even get in my apartment?”
She gives a small one shouldered shrug.
“Just because your security systems are Batman proof doesn’t mean they’re me proof, sweetie.”
She winks at you and a smile finds its way onto your face as you put on your gear. Ivy starts speaking.
“Since you’ve got your things, let’s discuss the goal. The Suicide Squad was dropped into their current mission at exactly 10:00 tonight and have been at their destination for under forty minutes…”
As she’s describing the details of the plan to you two plants slowly emerge from the ground and into her hand. She kneads patiently at the leaves, harvesting sludgy and oily substances from the respective plants into her cupped palm.
Still listening to her you pull on your elbow, knee and shin pads. Ivy kneads the plant in her palm with nimble fingers all the while. Quick extraction, take out the bombs, slip away as undetected as possible.
After that, putting on longer black pants over your exercise shorts and pads then lacing up your boots once you’ve kicked off your sneakers is all it takes to get yourself fully ready. Selina stuffs the clothes you discard into the duffel, simultaneously going back and forth with Ivy on her role.
When you’ve got your long sleeve on, gloves slipping on next, and you're dressed in all black you glance up at them both.
“Ready to go?” Selina asks.
You nod and she smiles at you before slinging the bag over her shoulder and moving towards her motorcycle. Ivy comes up to you, feet deaf in the voluminous grass.
“Eat this.”
You look hard at the hand she holds out. There’s a dollop of pale sludgy substance on it, the thing you just watched her harvest up in her palm.
When you continue to stall she cuts her eyes at you.
“I’m sorry, but I find it hard to believe you’re doing something for my benefit.”
“The plants were happy to produce for you. Are you going to make their efforts in vain, or no?”
You kiss your teeth at her dry tone before opening your mouth. She inclines her head and then shoves the mush into it. It’s just about the nastiest shit you’ve ever eaten but you're not exactly operating at 100 so you keep chewing.
“Now, me and Cat will deal with getting Harley out. But while I can handle most of the squad while Selina slips her out without tipping off Waller, someone's got to take care of the crocodile.”
NOTES: After tons of consideration I’ve decided that this’ll be my first post of the new year, so hope you enjoyed!
Btw: Comments would be appreciated if you wanted to leave one! I read all of them, I only don’t respond cause this is a side blog.
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