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spoopyblues214 · 2 months

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Mmmmmm what if I said 2012 Mikey angst because my boy here is, I have to admit it, a bit of a player. :’)

Who knows, maybe we steal his time traveling girlfriend instead.

I decided to just call it finished instead of letting it rot for longer. I hope you enjoy!

Requests are open btw!

Player 12!Mikey, ficlet

Word count: 612

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“-C'mon, angel face, you know I'd never-”

“Do I know? Cause it seemed like she was all over you.”

“But I'd always choose you, baby cakes!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall. This wasn't the first time you'd had this fight, or similar, and you knew it wouldn't be the last; it wasn't the other thirty times. A hand came to your temple while you sighed.

“You sure like keeping your options open, though,” you huffed, eyes opening to glare at him under your lashes.

He physically recoiled like you lashed him.

“That's not what it is.”

“Then what is it? It can't be that hard to tell them to back off-”

“I don't wanna be an ass-”

“It's not being an ass, it's setting boundaries!”

He reached for you and you pushed his hand away with the back of your own, “I'm not dealing with your shit anymore.”

“What?”

“We're done. I'm sick of your people pleasing.”

“You can't just-” he said your name while you stood from the wall, turning to leave before you ended up in tears. “I love you!”

“If you did, you'd stop hurting me.”

You were thankful when Raph stopped him from following you, even if it felt embarrassing that he had heard the fight.

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It took about a week before you heard Mikey was kissing someone else in an alleyway. Leo had avoided your eyes and Donnie was even worse at keeping things from you. Especially when you gave him a look that threatened he'd burst into flames by pure will. When you turned to Leo with the same look because he hadn't told you first, he lowered his head like a dog that got caught chewing the furniture.

Any tiny piece of you that might have felt remorseful evaporated, as Michelangelo clearly disregarded everything so easily. Of course, your heart hurt, it felt as though some thorny vine was growing inside your chest; but the idea of feeling bad for him.

It was already a trillion miles away.

At least he had the courtesy to hole up in his room with his comics instead of being out here. At least he had some shame. Or maybe he just didn't want to see you. If that were the case, it was perfectly fine, considering you didn't want to see him either.

You rolled your eyes before squaring your shoulders, determined to beat the two turtles present in their favorite video game.

.•°•.

It took you a couple months to fully get over everything. The brothers also quit walking on eggshells around you, aside from Raph who had always been blunt. Even Mikey stopped hiding in his room every time you'd come over, though he had a staring problem. You ignored it; he had ruined his chance.

Today you brought along someone new, whom you had warned about the friends they'd be meeting being mutants. She was surprisingly cool about it, though she was cool about everything. It's what attracted you to her in the first place.

“Guys, meet my girlfriend, Angel,” you introduced her. Only one person seemed unhappy, which was a rare feat considering he loved making new friends.

“Surprised she's not screaming,” Raph joked, fist bumping Angel while she shrugged.

“You guys aren't doing much to warrant a freak out,” she replied, shaking Leo's hand while Donnie just waved.

The three gave their names accordingly, but Mikey stood with his arms crossed, looking almost like he was pouting. Angel waved at him anyway. Besides the orange coded turtle's sudden jealousy issues, things went surprisingly well.

Michelangelo would just have to get over it, like you did.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #2012 mikey #2012 mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #spoopywriting

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winter-sol · 1 year

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Levi's characterization at the Valentine's Event and why I live for it (Spoilers)

Am I here to overthink about Levi's writing again? Hell yes I am. I guess I'm analyzing this event and his role in particular because not only I enjoyed it, but also it had so many interesting aspects to notice I needed to point them out. Now that the event is almost over, I hope I'm not spoiling anyone!

I was a little bit taken aback when I played the event and noticed how Levi centric it was. I still have no idea why they made the decision of basically make him the protagonist but you won't ever find me complaining, I love that demon.

(is this the character oriented event for him? Like we had with Satan and Barbatos? It wasn't stated as such, so I'm curious)

So, recapping a bit, a curse triggered by Beel made all the chocolates of the Devildom disappear, threatening Valentine's day. The brothers need to fix it since they're all simps and want to give us chocolate. In fact, Levi is highly motivated to fix it since he wants a special Ruri-chan chocolate (and we later find out there's more to it).

So, Levi's role starts with the Abstinence Brigade (lmao it sounds so funny), where he makes sure everyone is following the plan of not doing the things they love the most.

I won't lie, I was laughing the entire time because he was just SO ridiculous. Exactly as I love him to be. He was loud and annoying, but above that, I was actually nodding at the screen with how consistent he was.

See, if anyone ever had any doubt this guy is a military genius since his role during events is mostly having weird ideas and fanboying over any otaku stuff (*ahem*... Comic relief), I assure you it's not that much of a strange concept.

It's a simple role he had in here, but that didn't make him any less bossy and strict. For someone who's quite sensitive and self deprecating, Levi certainly has a way with how he can give himself the right to command his own brothers, and I assure you this is not the first event I remember him doing it (it's kinda old at this point, but for example the Manga event was all him ordering his brothers around to make a good manga and scolding them for doing it wrong).

He can be really insecure, but when he knows he's right he's very stubborn and you won't convince him otherwise unless you can prove there's a better way or someone more competent to do it.

Now, moving on.

We find ourselves with the two routes. The normal one has this interesting dialogue, with Barbatos pointing out Leviathan had this piece of knowledge that could work out. I shit you not, I laughed at how Levi was once again relevant because there were at least 6 other characters that could've taken that role.

When did he even mention that? Lmao. Who cares, the guy has already been carrying the entire event on his back.

So ok, we all got to see he was particularly invested in fixing this situation, looking for solutions and having an active role. But that doesn't stop here.

The neutral route is saved thanks to Diavolo, Barbatos and Simeon and, yay!, everyone gets their little chocolate gifting scene if that's what you chose.

But still, the goddamn route still has an ending scene with him particularly. WHY. That was a surprise, but not as much as...

The unlockable route 🔑

So the story has moved and nothing worked from the original plan. Mc and Beel head to the cafeteria at night after hearing a rumor about an evil spirit appearing there at 3am. Turns out it was... Levi. Levi trying to cook chocolate because he needs to fix everything and restore chocolate in the Devildom.

I'm not gonna delve into Levi's growing as a character, romantically speaking, because I believe it's pretty noticable to anyone. He's not as much as a hater as he was before, and since he's in love, he actually appreciates Valentine's day now. That was really cute and made my heart go doki doki, of course. But c'mon, let me talk about his bossy attitude and sassy remarks cuz I live for them.

His way of speaking is always direct and blunt, even sounding mean. But what I love about it is the fact he never intends it as a passive-aggresive personal attack. It's more like an objective take of the truth and him feeling entitled to it (man that's some extraverted thinking if you're into MBTI). It might not be to everyone's taste, but it certainly is mine lol

Moving on, not only he feels responsible, but since the plan with all the brothers failed he's actually trying to solve it himself. Since MC and Beel are helping, now he's leading and guiding what to do next.

So it kinda fails as well and Beel gets horny weird all of the sudden. So here I absolutely adored this dialogue.

Hell no, he's not going to get moody and self deprecating, he's kinda confident now you two are a thing now.

Also, Beel can kick his ass and he'll still stand strong. Man, I love a "loser" (cuz we all know he isn't) who's willing to fight for me.

But the last thing I wanna remark from this scene is how, when he needs you to prepare the antidote while he distracts Beel, if you pick the choice where you're insecure about it, he does it himself. Like, I thought he was gonna be like "you can do it!" But no, he takes the time to prepare the stuff himself. And without any bickering, he thinks fast and does it quickly.

Man, how can I not be a simp when this guy's character is so multidimensional and consistent? Yes, he's weird, loud, has crazy ideas all the time, and is always described as annoying and disgusting for being a hardcore otaku.

But damn, he's also dependable, strong and intelligent. As much as he's in his own head and his own world all the time, he's quite practical, detail oriented and good at problem solving. And as I mentioned before, this is not the first time we see him like this.

(also, have you all seen the lyrics from the song "Trigger"? The guy does a 34 seconds rap on how he's smarter than others might think, he actually sees everything, but somehow he's still insecure. fuck, his character is so coherent it's even flexing at this point)

A long time ago I made a post about my own expectations regarding Grand Admiral Leviathan, and this event is feeding me even more to believe there's so much interesting material to work with Leviathan's character. It's so funny how it starts all comic relief, but turned out to be so good he's third at the popularity contest. OM Nightbringer, I surely hope you can deliver and do justice to all this potential.

Did I write too much? Yeah, but I needed to make this analysis and appreciation post.

As always, I'm open for discussing it further or fangirling together.

Oh, and I hope you all enjoyed the valentine's event (and the real life valentine's day) 💖✌️

#i dont know what else to say besides i love him #obey me leviathan #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me levi #obey me analysis #omswd #winter analyzes #simping levi

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nuatthebeach · 1 year

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Oh, I hope you don’t mind but I’ve got multiple ships for the ask game:

1) Ginny x Michael

2) Ginny x Dean

3) Ginny x Harry (can’t exclude my favourite pairing)

4) Harry x Cho

5) Hermione x Victor

6) Hermione x Ron

7) Ron x Hermione

i need to crack my knuckles for this one. (and i don't mind at all!)

ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR GRAMMAR/SPELLING ERRORS, I JUST WROTE AND POSTED

Ginny x Michael

first puppy love! it's cute that they met at the yule ball, especially when ginny was basically treated as last option that even neville ended up settling for her. at least michael saw her, ya know?

house unity! prideful gryffindors teaming up with prideful ravenclaws is quite the combo, but they did it.

ginny trusted michael enough for him to join the DA. that means something, people.

Ginny x Dean

both exceedingly artistic and creative. ginny can write, dean can draw; together, they'd make the best comic books known to man. move aside, marvel.

dean is such a nice dude, as we see from the way he respects harry since day 1 all the way up to DH while the trio were eavesdropping. even tho harry swooped in and "stole" his girlfriend freshly a week later. ofc, this niceness can be to his own detriment (helping ginny through the portrait hole), but still.

they're sexually attracted to each other. the way they were snogging fiercely in the corridor that ron and harry caught them in is proof enough. it was certainly enough to trigger harry's chest monster when ginny and michael couldn’t.

Ginny x Harry

you would think that two hotheaded, stubborn, impulsive people would clash tremendously, but interestingly enough, they don't. at least from the few scenes we've seen. like when ginny told harry off in the lucky you scene, or when harry told ginny the hbp book is nothing like tom's diary. he was thoughtful and learned his lesson.

similar interests. they both believe that quidditch is more than a game, and for personal reasons too. for harry, quidditch is like a reprieve from his trauma, and for ginny, quidditch is something that empowers her and gives her independence.

values and humor. the former is obvious: they value family, love, the greater good, fighting for what's right, all that jazz. and for humor, we have the iconic pygmy puff scene and all the cute looks throughout the books, just to name a few examples.

Harry x Cho

again, house unity! we love a good gryffindor branching out to other houses ship.

harry was pretty attracted to her? like, she was his first crush. for three books. he didn't know much about her, yes, and when he did, there were problems. but physically, it's a different story.

their ship name is charry! which, c'mon, i hate to say it, but it rolls off the tongue a bit better than another ship we know *cough cough*

Hermione x Victor Krum (*we're ignoring the age difference)

victor pining after hermione is so cute. he's such a brutish man, but he's also so emotionally confident in himself? i can see why hermione picked him over a certain someone. (during that TIME.) and she was the person who he would miss the most, so it was real. for him, at least.

it came out of fucking nowhere, and that's fucking brilliant. the levels of irony in this pair: hermione not giving a fuck about quidditch and ron being OBSESSED with krum. you just can't top that.

they've kept in touch! that's pretty wholesome, ngl.

Hermione x ...wait, i'm confused. you said ron x hermione in the next one, so... did you mean Hermione x Harry? if so...askfjsdlkfjsdlkfj

Ron x Hermione

frictional best friends to lovers. they drive each other insane, but it's practically foreplay for them. they enjoy making each other pissed off. which, couldn't be me, but it seems to work for them.

ron remembers her so much. he defends her during the troll scene in ss, the slug scene in cos, thinks about her when she's taking a million classes in poa, stands up to snape for her, and those are just in the earlier books. plus, when he cried after he killed the horcrux in DH, thinking of her? or when harry pointed out that maybe dumbledore gave him the deluminator because he knew that ron would come back? or his speech when he did come back? i lowkey teared up a bit too.

they're extremely passionate people, but in a the-other person-can-relate sort of way. like, they both get jealous when they see each other with other people. which, yeah, is not necessarily great, but it's relatable, ya know? it's not like they can accuse each other for things they do themselves.

#THIS WAS SO LONG HOLY SHIT #ginny x michael #ginny x dean #ginny x harry #harry x cho #hermione x victor krum #ron x hermione #ask game

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youareabird · 1 year

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Endure and Survive - Pt 1.

"Woah" Ellie says, as you trek through the tunnels of Kansas. Paintings of flowers and rainbows covering the mildewed ridden hallway. The air was stale and smelled like dust, but the group continues to walk, coming up to a door with a painting of a castle surrounding it. Sam looked towards Henry, gesturing to the door. Henry nodded his head and Sam continued to approach the castle before him. They must have gone this way before, seeming not at all anxious to go through.

Joel turns around to see the small child make his way to the door, "No." he says as he lays a hand on his shoulder. Turning back towards the paint clad door, Joel slowly made his way, pulling out his flashlight and hesitantly opening the door. Through the small opening he had made, he shone his light to make sure there were no spores or infected lying behind the walls.

You look at Ellie, the two of you close together. Joel and Tess had decided to bring you along on their expedition of smuggling the infected girl. You two slowly becoming closer with each second, before you met her, you only had Joel, Tess, Bill and Frank and considering 1/4 was still present; it was nice to become friends with someone new. You thought she was weird, constantly talking and telling jokes. The way her eyebrows rose and furrowed with each emotion. You were practically infatuated with her, she was your best friend. You opened your mouth to say something but was interrupted by Joel making his way into the new room.

Sunlight shone through the ceiling, small tables adorned with cups and toys and the past of human life. The room was fairly lit, not gaining much from the lack of windows, there was no doubt that it would be pitch black when night fell. But the bright paintings on the wall would surely add some light.

Ellies mouth was dropped open, eyebrows rose and eyes wide as she took in what she saw. A classroom. It was odd to say the least, a classroom under ground.

"I heard about places like this. People went underground after Outbreak Day. Built settlements." Joel said while looking around the room.

"What happened to them?"

"Maybe they didn't follow the rules and they all got infected."

"Well, this wasn't on my bucket list." You piped up, listening between Joel and Ellie. Looking towards the way the ladder decided to walk, you followed closely behind, stopping short when she stopped at a small table. The table was small, for children younger than her. It had papers and toy cars strewn across it.

Ellie pushed one of the toy cars off the table, chuckling lightly as Sam sat on a chair. She liked him, giving protective pats and arms around the shoulder. Maybe it was the lack of genuine connection with other children or maybe she knew how scared he was. Sam and Ellie went back and forth in conversation, something about a comic book she had begged you to read. You sat across the table from them, watching as Ellies eyes brightened which each word she said and acted out.

You thought she was adorable, the way her face brightened and how she cared for this child she barely knew. You sat there in peace, looking around the room while you listened to every possible sound. "Fuck Yeah, Man!" Ellie exclaimed, high fiving Sam loudly.

"Hey, keep it down. We're not out yet."

"Ah, c'mon. Can we just rest here for a while. There's, like, actually shit to do here."

"Wouldn't be so bad to wait the light out a bit. Safer in shadows when we pop back on the other side" Henry said. All of us looking at Joel with anticipation. He said nothing but turned around and wandered off near by.

You found yourself settling down on a chair, one that made small sounds from movement, diving into your backpack and pulling out a thick novel. The sounds of Henry and Joel speaking softly and Sam and Ellie rattling a soccer ball around. You were content with the small amounts of noise, and began reading your book.

#bella #bellaramsey #bella ramsey #ellie williams #joel and ellie #ellie x joel #the last of us #hbo the last of us #tlou fanfic #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou hbo #tlou spoilers #ellie the last of us #one shot

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beevean · 11 months

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No worries about tangent-ing! I think you raise good points; I didn't think much of it when issue 8 came out, but with other people on Tumblr pointing out the oddness of a canon character from the 'main' medium (the games) extensively gushing about a newly-introduced one in a new medium (the comics), I've increasingly found myself also considering it a ploy to hype up Whisper more than anything else. At the very least, it paints quite the negative picture of Silver, or at least greatly undoes how powerful he is supposed to be. But then again, he seems like the type of person who would absolutely destroy himself to help others (like at the end of 06 where he tries to seal Iblis into his soul), so with some suspension of disbelief I could imagine that in the Forces!war he got in over his head and got into life-threatening scrapes and had to get helped out there. (On the other hand, iirc Sonic plus the Avatar easily broke one of those massive grey Death Egg robots or whatever they're called with a spindash through the face, sooooo... But then again, in that game little got done without Sonic for six whole months anyway. I personally enjoy Forces, but that aspect of the Resistance imo definitely is odd.) Still, I think it is strange that Silver's fanboying is getting dragged up again after it should have gotten resolved at the end of the MV saga. He had his fight with Whisper at his side, they succeeded (twice, if you count the Metal Sonic stuff early on and MV afterwards), he's gotten to know her as a person who is just as fallible and flawed as anyone else, so why does the comic insist that he still has this amazingly high view of her after it has not gotten brought up since like... issue 8 and a VERY minor mention in issue 26? It doesn't come out of nowhere, but to me it feels displaced.

Furthermore, now that I think about it, Sonic's snarky reply about Whisper being Whisper's name when Silver actually whispers during her true introduction ("No, genius. Whisper is her name.") absolutely is him being a dick! That has always bothered me. As well as that whole "Couldn't even play along, had to bring the mood down." part. Maybe some concern about the world you are living getting imminently ruined, Sonic? Hmm...

I guess sorry for my long tangents in your askbox too, but I actually find it quite interesting to think about it all and analyse it in such a way!

Yeah, it gives an odd impression. I know that calling comic-exclusive characters "OCs" is controversial :P but it really feels like that. It's a lot of telling and hyping up a character that belongs to a "lesser" canon by using a character that belongs to the "main" canon.

(also, friendly reminder that Flynn back in the day explained his decision to create Tangle by putting down all canonical female Sonic characters. That's also not a good move.)

It feels like they don't know what to do with Silver and they've also ran out of characters to use, so they're bringing back one trait they had established about him to create Conflict. To be cynical, they may be not putting in much effort to be more creative since the comic is in severe danger of being cancelled :P

Boy, I re-read those few pages of #8 to put them in the post, and geez Sonic is just so unlikeable. "My over-eager friend here is Silver" dude, c'mon! Imagine if your "friend" introduced you like this to someone you admired! This is not like Sonic calling Knuckles a knucklehead after being tricked and losing them two Emeralds, it's just making fun of a guy for being awkward, I refuse to believe that Sonic would be so insensitive! Man, if I think of all the things we let slide from early IDW because of the hype... :\

(Team Sonic Racing, which came out a year after #8, had a similar chemistry between Sonic and Silver, but it came off as more endearing, and also more befitting the context because it was during a race so Sonic was expecting some trash talk lol)

#fans don't look #glad you're finding it interesting ^^

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raphael-angele · 2 years

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(Stressful) Conversations with my Former-DC-Fan Friend Part 3

We were hanging out and having casual conversations, then I brought up DC and Teen Justice again.

I was talking about the latest issue when three things happened within the hours:

Me: Aren't they just cute? Look at Raven being violent because he can't find his undecided

Him, not paying attention: Mhm

Me: Hey, I know you don't read anymore but can't you at least pretend?

Him: No, because the last time I rooted for two boys to get together, one of them leaves and comes back as an adult. So forgive me if I have trust issues

Me: Oh, c'mon, just give THIS ONE a chance

Him: Raph... Don't make my heart break, again

---After reading one issue---

Him: Wait, didn't Jess appear in a few comics before this one?

Me: Yeah, they're in Future State and DC Pride.

Him: Riight, they came from Earth 11 to Earth 0. Hmmm...

Me, knowing that tone of voice: What? You're having a conspiracy theory. What is it?

Him: Nothing, it's nothing.

Me: Dude -

Him: I'm just thinking, that what if- the reason they left Earth 11 wasn't only because they wanted to warn Earth 0, but also because they had nothing left there?

Me: ...what?

Him: Well, it's the future, and we don't know how FAR into the future, but what if, there was something that happened to Earth 11 that made Jess want to leave it?

Me: ...

Him: Like maybe, AND JUST MAYBE, Trigon coming into their Earth and somehow SUCCESSFULLY taking over it? Like in Darkseid in Apokolips War

Me: ...

Him: What if, everything they loved and cherished, including the team, died and they left to try and start a new life?

Me: Dude...I know you're still upset about Jon and Damian, but THIS isn't a healthy coping mechanism

---After reading the preview of Issue 5---

Him: Wtf? It's 5 issues in and we're already in the angst?

Me: Ikr

Him: hey, imagine if it was Klarienne.

Me: Why?

Him: Well, if she's the one who gonna... You know... And she doesn't come back, imagine if they recruited someone new and they start playing baseball in issue 6 in memory of her.

Me: WELP, THAT'S ENOUGH COMICS FOR TODAY!

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angelic-writer · 5 months

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Whumpcember Day 4 - Hidden Injury

Everything was going according to plan.

The masked figure was holding Adam at gunpoint, shouting at him and preventing him from going into the burning building. He and his friends thought he was alone, but he had someone tagging along with him.

Ever since he discovered Jonah's power, the two men had been using it to their advantage. The first few times, Adam had underestimated just how fast Jonah could go. He still remembered the time where he had gotten a call about an attempted robbery. By the time he and the police arrived, they were all tied up in a storage unit and Jonah was sitting on top of the boxes, giving them Pokemon details.

He looked to the other people that were watching. They were all being held at gunpoint. A woman was crying, screaming for her child that was left inside. C'mon, Jo. Hurry up.

A gust of wind blew past him followed by streaks of lightning. Before he could blink, a familiar white haired person ran out carrying a crying baby.

"Oh, my baby!! Thank you!" The woman cried, holding her child tightly.

The man turned to Adam. "So this is your plan, huh? You get your little friend to help you? I thought you were tougher than that." He cocked the gun. "No matter. This'll all be over so-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as Jonah immediately clocked him in the face. The group were all on the ground now, tied up before anyone can even breathe.

"Good morning, Mandela County! It's a beautiful day out today with sunny skies and temperatures of 70 degrees. Today's report is about the apartment fire from last night. Officials say that a group of masked figures set fire to an apartment complex with multiple other tenants inside. Luckily, the angels appeared once again to apprehend the criminals and rescue the victims. We will be holding a press conference later today to commemorate their heroic deeds."

Adam exited the 7/11, grocery bags in hand. That press conference wore him out. He wasn't sure if he can keep up with the press for today. He just wanted to go home and relax.

Jonah, of course, was yapping his ear off about how they finally joined the ranks of Mark and Cesar, that they can become like the heroes from the comic books.

'What a week, huh?' Metetron spoke. 'First, a car gets flipped over, now a building catches fire.'

"Yeah. It's almost like these things are being done on purpose." He sighed. "I dunno. Maybe I'm just overthinking things."

As he passed by an alleyway, he almost didn't see the glint of metal that shined in the moonlight. A hand covered his mouth and they pulled him back, making him drop the bags.

He was slammed against the wall, knocking the wind out of him. "Dude, the fuck?! I was just getting food!"

He was greeted by a knife resting against his throat. "You should know what's going on here. You think you're hot shit because you and the twink are on TV?"

"Oh, come on. You should know arson's a big no-no here. Not like anyone does anything with it in this town.."

"Shut up!" The blade inched closer. "Because of you, our friends are rotting in a cell. We were just trying to send a message out to you."

"What message? That burning down buildings is cool?"

He growled. "You really shouldn't trust anyone in this town. And you know what happens when you kiss up to the mayor." He made a little cut along his skin. A little droplet of blood trickled down. He took his time to scan the area. There were at least five guys therewith him, each carrying some kind of weapon. Baseball bat, crowbar, brass knuckles... Yep, they aren't messing around. But Adam's tough. He can deal with them easily.

"Yep, I don't have time for this." Adam swiftly upper-cutted the man, causing him to drop the knife. The other men tried to charge him, but Adam (with Metatron's help) was swift. He swung the second man's legs out from under him, causing him to fall, crowbar clattering. Adam grabbed the third man by the wrist, pulled him close and elbowed him in the face, hitting him in the nose.

The fourth man managed to get Adam's cheek with the brass knuckles, but he recovered quickly. He landed the punch on his eye, making him stumble back. He wiped the blood from his lip and smirked. "That all you got?"

He was blindsided by the first man, having gotten up from the ground and tackling him. He pushed him off, but the other men grabbed him by the arms and pinned him down. One of them smirked and pointed his baseball bat at him. "Not so tough now, huh?"

Adam growled at him which caused him to laugh. He lifted the bat high above his head. He closed his eyes, bracing for his doom.

A whoosh of wind. Electricity.

He opened his eyes.

The men were now on the ground, groaning in agony. Jonah towered over them.

"Jonah?" He tried to get up, but pain shot through him.

"Here. Let me help you up." He offered his hand.

Adam took it and tried to get up, but he hissed. Damn, that guy must've really punched me good.

"Dude, you okay?!"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need a minute to-" He stumbled, clutching at his side. Crap, he must've broke something.

Jonah's eyes widened. "Shit, hold on." He lifted him up, Adam's head resting on his shoulder.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

They left the alleyway, leaving the group of men behind. The MCPD will deal with them.

As they continued walking, Adam's walking started to become sluggish. He was about to ask him if he was alright when the blonde slumped over, toppling both of them to the ground. "Wh- Adam?!"

"Sorry, sorry... I uh..." His speech was becoming slurred. Jonah noticed something staining his shirt. Is that...?

"Let me see."

"Wh-"

"Let me see!" His tone was clipped. It was the kind of tone that let him know that he was serious. He sighed and laid down.

Jonah lifted his jacket... and immediately recoiled.

There was a large stab wound on the side of his torso. Blood was starting to seep through his shirt. Holy... That look bad.

It all became a blur. Jonah picked him up in his arms and the next thing he knew, he was at the hideout. Jonah was scrambling for the first aid kit, cursing under his breath. Adam's vision was starting to swim.

Something pressed against his side, making him flinch. "Hold on, Adam. You'll be okay. They'll be here soon."

They? Matthew and Luke. They know about these things. Poor Jonah. He looks so scared.

He tried to keep his eyes open, but it was becoming difficult to.

"Adam, stay with me!" Jonah cried, but his voice seemed far away. He was feeling a bit tired. He should close his eyes for a bit. He needed some rest after all. He let his eyes slip close, letting everything gradually fade away.

#mandela heroes au #adam murray #jonah marshall #whumpcember2023 #whumpcember2023 day 4 #Don't worry. He survives. :3

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aspenhanyuu · 2 years

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The earliest birthday he was told about was at around age 5.

He doesn’t remember it— not really, he was only given vague descriptions about it when asked, and, y‘know, his whole ‘no childhood rights’ thing.

It hadn’t really occurred to him that he was supposed to be self aware of it, buttttt. English essays, amiright?

Asking what happened was weird? Ellie was pretty watered down about it, but that's just a him thing, so he didn’t really question it that much. He was just curious, not enough to push it.

As for what he was told...

He was told that his parents celebrated it at Ellies’ house, his dad made a BBQ and then some, that he played with the now-red head boy in the backyard and that their parents took some photos. Ellie made him a friendship bracelet, but apparently he lost it. It was a small party, not many people were invited over besides them.

...looking at old pictures, someone seemed to be missing.

“Hey, Ellie?”

“Yeah?”

“Does this look off to you?” He asks, handing over the photo.

The red boy took it to examine. Then he did the...thing. The hand thing, clasping them together like a lock and pointing his feet inwards.The ‘“Doesn't look like it…?” Que nervous chuckle.

Suspicious.

“Fine, keep your secrets.” He said light heartedly. Didn’t feel like it’s worth pushing, if he was being honest [WOW your puns are terrible this run-] (shut up,)

Mainly, he just wrote that his past birthday was very...plain. Nothing much to write home about, not really exciting, in the least kind of nostalgic, considering it was the last one he had with his parents. It just. Wasn’t that eventful? It’s not like he remembers it enough to confirm it, and the fact that most of his memories don't feel his own. Mostly just feels like they were put there. He remembers them, knows them, but he doesn’t remember making them.

Simple A to B birthday celebration. That he was gonna bullshit entirely. How hard could lying about memories you don’t know much of be?

Apparently, very.

He got frustrated. Distracted sometimes. He’d rather do anything but the writing. It was stupid too! The teacher doesn’t even care for these so like— why??

He couldn’t focus enough to work on it until two days before, where inspiration struck him. If he couldn’t write about his own memories in much detail, he could just! Go find some kids celebrating their birthday and copy the experience!

So that’s what he went and did. With the very helpful Youtube and his favorite hands, he searched and found one that seemed good.

Simple party. “We had it outside, there was cake, someone put frosting on my face, and after Ellie fed me everyone got cake too, we played pin the line on the comic panel, rinse and repeat next year.”

...That, stretched into multiple paragraphs. He could do this.

Right?

Well, he did, but...

He got a C- for it. Apparently his tone was too ‘unenthusiastic’. And...it being bery similar ti the teachers niece’s birthday party…

Geez, can’t even escape bad grades in writing, huh Toe? (shhhh)

—

Another “notable” [if you could call it that] birthday that came up - July 28, 2011, his e

eleventh.

The morning of it was ok. Ellie woke him up by jumping on his bed, the floor creaking under the weight of his hops. Eyes opened blearily, he was unprepared with a barely there ‘wha’ as the shorter attacked him with hugs.

“ELLIE.” He wheezed, “ELLIE PLEASE I JUST GOT UP.”

“So??”

“YOU’RE CHOKING ME.”

“o h.”

The boy got off of the other, his red shirt flailing a bit. He looked as normal as he could be. He looked. Visible.

That’s all Mell really needed. A grounder in a world of yellows and oranges, fiery reds on the edge of its seat.

“C'mon!! We’re gonna be late!!”

“...For?” He asked in confusion. What could they be missing? It was Saturday, they didn’t have any school, so?—

Ellie stared at him. Then..laughed? Giggled. And sighed. At the same time. A hand on his face, he looked back at Mell and to the side again.

“It’s Thursday, dummy.”

Oh.

Ellie’s smile did a megawatt zillion kind of thing. “Cenn made breakfast!!”

“!!!!!!!!” How he pronounced that, we don’t know. He’s excited though!! His pupils dilated minutely, wider than before. He looked like a cat.

Walking downstairs, the boys stumbled, giggling at each other like shounen school girls with crushes. I mean, with the promise of Meat? Who wouldn’t be excited??

Mx. Rainor turned to them, skin fading with the background. They squished his cheeks lovingly, mouth quirked up widely. “How’s my favorite kiddo doing up this early on his birthday?” They exclaimed loudly. Mrs. Rainor watched the scene and laughed softly, a hand over her mouth.

The lemon eyed boy pouted, which soon replaced with a smile of his own. “Stooopppp….” he groaned under their hand, trying to shove them off. “I’m good! And hungry.” Putting their hand off, he looked around widely. “Can we eat now please, Mx.?”

They chuckled. ”Offff course you are,” They mutter under their breath. “It’s on the counter dear, go get a plate for some.”

“Ok!” Bounding over to the (add later bdndkf)

His...not first, but the first (and hopefully last) time he got detention on his ‘big day’. He would’ve said he was shocked, but he hadn’t really realized what day it was. At least, not until the principal mentioned it while he sat in their office, scribbling on a piece of paper and fiddling with his hands. A scolding, apparently decided they were fit to do that (considering it’s technically their job, but. Still.). He stopped and stared up at them from the chair, watching but not really seeing. Listening and not hearing. Eventually, he got dismissed, Ellie waiting for him in the car with his parents.

“C’mon Mell, we got a surprise for you!! :D”

Confused, he turned to look at him.

“How’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

“The :D!”

“You did it just now too!”

“...Did I-“

“You did!! Look, see!-“ He went to imitate the taller boy, before Ellie’s Cenn spoke up.

“Boys, boys, settle down now,” Mx. Rainor said in a stern, but light voice.

The car ride home was quiet after that. Air light, atmosphere heavy.

They got home and were sent to their respective rooms. The taller of the two snuck out though, hiding behind the wall of the living room after walking down with minimal noise. He just...needed to know if they were upset, is all. He didn’t want to end up a burden or anything, y’know—

“Why’re we listening to them?” Ellie said unexpectedly behind him. Mell nearly jumped, the other boys presence a shock.

“What’re you doing here!!” He whisper-yelled. He was ok with getting in trouble if he got caught, but he didn’t want to drag Ellie into it too! :( “Whatever, just— please be quiet?” It came out more like a soft question, to which the raven haired boy agreed.

...The two adults hadn’t seemed to notice. Or, if they did, they didn’t comment. He couldn’t tell which was worse.

“You didn’t answer my question,”

Now Isn’t The Time Ellie. He put a hand on over his mouth just as Ms. started speaking again.

“I know he didn’t mean it—“

“Probably—“

A sigh. “Probably,” she repeated. Put her hand on the side of her face. “It's happened often enough that I’m...hh. He’s going to eventually get hurt badly enough that not even we can help, and what then? Hon, this is the second fight this week. I’m worried about him.”

Mx. put their hand on her shoulder. Surprisingly, they were a rather strong willed person, no matter how fun they acted, or emotional they were. He kinda admired that about them, even with how blurred they got at times.

“Yeah, I get that dear. I’m worried for him too,” They pull her in a hug, one hand holding the other side of her face. It was kinda awkward, the positioning, but they made it work.

They’ve always made it work.

They kiss her nose lightly, smiling slightly at her red face and soft smile, before frowning again.

“I know you’re stressed, but I feel like it's gonna get worse as time goes on. If anything, we can get him to try out extra hobbies or clubs with Ellie.”

“You’re probably right, yeah,” she heaved, looking down. Suddenly, she beamed, looking up “Y’know…” she started,

“Oh no.”

“Hey!” A giggle. “Nothing bad, I promise.”

A raised eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Ok, shoot. What’s your grand idea, love?”

Happy noises! “It’s still his birthday today, what if we had a cook out later? Just the four of us...for time's sake?”

A silence. “...Ok.” they agreed.

“SWEET!” and soon enough she barrel hugged them, smooching their face all over and headbutting her face on their top area. Mx. was giggling a storm, petting her head affectionately.

That’s when Ellie decided he was tired of being ignored, and licked Mell’s hand.

“EEE—“ he screeched before shutting up, twacking Ellies head with his dirtied hand and making shushing noises. But it was too late, they'd been caught. Ellie stuck his tongue out playfully, which, in turn, caused Mell to chase him up the stairs.

The two adults stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter

They went out later, just as they had heard. It was..a good outing, if you could call it that. They had lots of fun, no doubt about that. The nagging feeling in the back of his head hadn’t gone, and he was still very anxious to go back, but for now…

It was late out, and Ellie’s parents were putting away the dishes as the boys played in the backyard. They were stargazing, staring up at the sky and trying to find pictures in dots of bright white. The horizons dark hue faded into soft pinks and yellows as the sun continued to set, the areas pigmented red bleeding in. At least, red for Mell. As far as he’s concerned, that's how it's always been. The comic decided the colors, and the fic writers followed suit.

“Hey, Ellie?” he turned to him suddenly

“Mm?” He stared at him, face glistening off soft beams of light coming from the house window. Ellie’s face was kinda red, was he sick? It was the middle of summer though, maybe it was the heat?

The lemon eyed boy shook his head, expression turning curious. “What happens when we die?”

Ellies blush fell quicker than he did for Mell [w h a ?], and he looked away. “Why do you ask?” He deflected.

He wasn’t sure if he should call him out on it. Or what the writer meant by that. Former deals first? “You never answer when I ask. Consider it a birthday wish! For me?”

The shorter of the two didn’t respond. He looked like he might be shaking. What could a question like that have hidden?

“...Nah” He shrugged.

“Aww, Ellie, c’mon! I promise I won’t ask after thissss…” He used his best pleading eyes, but even that didn’t shake the boy.

The shorters’ arms were definitely shaking now. “I just don’t see why it's that important.”

He threw his hands up. “I’m curious! Where do we go when we die, what's the big deal with that question? Why do you avoid it so much?”

———

“Mell.” He whispered.

“I just! Want to know? What's the big controversy of it! What happens when we die?”

“Mell.” He said again, louder

“It’s been bugging me for a while, sooo. I just? Really wanna know, Ellie. Where do we go? Are we reincarnation like puppets? Is there like a galaxy station dead people go too? Are there rules after you die? Wha-“

At that moment, he knew two things.

Ellies lips were very soft.

He tasted like candy and bbq sauce.

(that was probably cause thats what they had for dinner but shh)

”!!???”

The shorter boy blushed red like a fire hydrant, lips parted before biting at his bottom. He looked away before apologizing profusely.

———

“You...wouldn’t stop asking that. I don’t wanna think about it today. It’s your birthday, after all!” he grinned widely. “Don’t wanna ruin it with death and stuff.”

“Yeah, but!!” he whined. “I asked! You never answer either way..I just. Wanna know.”

(Mell out here being oblivious as always. Smooth.) [shut your fuck-]

The boy in question ignored the writer. This was a memory, after all. A memory made by a fan, who has no concept of the original verse. Splitting this to a whole new AU. An AU that would never be canon, just like the possibility of his happiness.

Fun.

Ellie took no notice of his current crisis, content to stare into the sky in adoration. The high of being affectionate to your crush is very intoxicating, after all. (Could’ve asked for consent though, little fuck,)

He should be thankful. Thankful, that however bad he may be at lying, he still could rely on Mells’ obliviousness to cover for him. So he’d never have to face those feelings head on.

Maybe that’s why he’d never confess — not now or ever. Because he was scared. Because Mell's happiness came before him no matter what. Didn't matter if he was tearing up in anger, or crying, he needed to be there for him.

Who else would?

The air grew tense as the boys spiraled down into their own breakdowns, neither acknowledging each other anymore.

It wasn’t until Mell heard the sharp caws of a nearby crow did it stop, the bird standing just ~6 feet away. He glanced at Ellie, who was still lost in thought, before deciding ‘fuck it’.

The chase began, Mell sprinting as fast as he could, almost catching up to them at one point! But he was no match for someone with wings, the bird narrowly dodging his advances. Watching from the side, Ellie had picked up his head and was staring at the boy, sparkles in his eyes and a light red tint over his cheeks.

He was smiling, and that's all the permission Mell needed to continue.

He ran after them again, squeezing his eyes shut and biting at the empty air, arms waving wildly as he tried to capture the dubbed prey.

Surprisingly! He caught them that time, accidentally biting his lip and bleeding over the birds feathers. The crow in question was uncannily quiet, pretending to play dead to avoid the possibly of him crunching down more with his sharp edged teeth.

The yellow eyed boy smiled widely, hands holding onto the feathered animal in his mouth and turning to Ellie so fast he nearly got whiplash. The blood from his wound leaked badly, staining his teeth and getting on his face and clothes with the sudden movement. His pupils had dilated largely, the iris barely visible.

He looked like he came out of a horror movie to Elliot.

The older stood stock still, unsure what to do in this situation. On one hand, he could call for his parents, or, on the other...he could try dealing with it himself.

The boy was conflicted for a second too long. Dark, chocolatey brown hair swishing wildly in his field of vision as the lemon eyed boy ran toward his friend. Stopping in front of him, the shorter didn’t dare to move, let alone breathe. Mell’s pupils were wide, taking up most of his iris, the bare rims a faint brown color now instead of his bright orang—

[ehem]

Sorry, yellow eyes. Either way, terrifying to see, even at the old age of 13.

He was only able to commit with his faithful relationship to motion again when the taller tilted his head sideways. Taking in a shaky breath, the red dressed kid took the corvid out of the others mouth, setting it down away from him. It hopped off, possibly to warn the others.

He turned back to him, his best friend, and wiped his cheek with his shirt.

“You’re bleeding.” Stating the obvious, Elliot made the quick decision to pull him in a hug. Then, like..it....No warning, he pulled the boy to his feet, stumbling a bit with his weight. Tugging, they both headed to the back door. Going up the stairs and down the halls, somehow not getting caught despite the red smudges in the grass and near the walls. How’d he even hit the wall??

‘Bathroom Bathroom Bathroom’ repeated like a mantra in the boys head, his best friend not really paying attention to their surroundings anymore. He seemed confused. Maybe a hint concerned. Not for him— more for Ellie.

He snagged the aid kit from the cabinet under the sink and took out a roll of wipes.

‘You gotta clean wounds first..right??’

He hopes that's what you’re supposed to do— or he’s fucking stuff up and actually hurting his best friend?? Man, he might not be religious but he’s praying that he can take care of this for now.

He’s gonna get better at this. For him.

He promises.

“Elllliiiieeeeee :(“

“Mmm?”

“It stings.”

“Yeah, these do that,” He says, focusing on wiping the blood off again.

After it’s

DISCONTINUED]] srry there wasnt any more after this!!! ;[

#jello all its 3 qm n im scrounging my docs for nice prompts #self aware comic #mell carter #elliot rainor #hana rainor #zion rainor #melliot #anyways this was my longest draft ever n im so mad . its terrible rlly but i liked reading it.#tbf it was made summer o' 2020? not even SAs first technical birthday #i might pick this back up but rescramble thw whole thing bc hana is SOOOO not as nice as i had her be...at least not to mell #shes srill my fave baddie tho no one twll her that. i mean u cant cuz shes deqd but. ykno #love zion tho...omg........theyre ginna be a whole notha peraon in canon.....yaahoo #thinks ab makiing this a series w the main casties bc thinking ab huddies birthdays make me go crazzzyyyy /neg it makes me wanna chke n die #*childhood birthdays #fanfic #toe rambles #eugh...why do i keep this blog organized #anyways!!! keeping these here bcose why nit its fuck o clock n i have ni shame anymore zzznxxzzz

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gainaxvel3o · 4 years

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Anyone ever wonder what Sakura and Archer’s interactions would have been like? Just imagine Sakura, a girl who has loved Shirou since forever and wanted to keep him safe, seeing a version of the man she loved who had gone through so much misery that left him jaded and wanting to kill himself...

#Sakura Matou #Archer #shirou emiya #Fate/Stay Night #FATE #unlimited blade works #Heaven's Feel #EMIYA #Poor Sakura #Poor Archer #Poor Shirou really #C'mon someone make a comic about these two at least.

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thevindicativevordan · 3 years

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On Livewire

You know Leslie is probably the most popular and well known female Superman Rogue mainly because they use her so heavily in outside media.

Which makes sense given her debut in Superman: The Animated Series, but it still kind of fascinates me. They didn't bring her into comics continuity until 2006 apparently, with Gail Simone and John Byrne (Byrne of all the creators!) being the ones to finally fold her in. Even after they brought her in, they still have never given her that much attention or focus which is a disappointment for me frankly, because Livewire is honestly fantastic in Scott McCloud and later Mark Millar's Superman Adventures runs, and I would say with complete sincerity that those two are probably her best writers. "Millar writing a female character well?" you scoff at in disbelief. I know, I was shocked too! But she's funny, clever, and a huge pain in the ass for Supes. Reading how she was used there, and rewatching her STAS incarnation recently, really made a big realization for the character hit me like a lightning bolt (couldn't resist):

She's basically an evil superpowered Lois Lane! I know I can't have been the first one to realize that, although I haven't seen anyone else actually outright state it anywhere, but c'mon it's so obvious! She's a reporter of a sorts as well thanks to being a disc jockey, her debut in STAS even has her interviewing Lois and Clark! She's got strong opinions on Superman that conflict with the general opinion about him (Lois being pro-Superman when everyone else is more hostile towards him at first, Livewire being anti-Superman when everyone else has embraced him as their hero). She's rude and abrasive, and doesn't care if her opinions offend people, which sure does remind me of Lois at her meanest.

Livewire to me is an examination of what Lois would be like if she abandoned her morals or never really had them in the first place. Leslie doesn't care about the "truth" which is the big difference between her and Lois. Lois can be headstrong, willful, and outright rude, but it's all in service of her pursuit of higher ideals. Livewire doesn't care about that, she carries about getting people to pay attention to her, and getting the recognition and wealth she believes she's owed.

What I'd Do With Livewire

It wasn't until I had that big realization about Leslie that I figured out what role she should play with regards to Clark: She should be Clark's old college ex who was the one who got him into journalism in the first place.

Clark's college years are unexplored territory narratively, typically we jump from his childhood in Smallville right into his debut in Metropolis. Now I know Clark dated Lori that mermaid back in Pre-Crisis during his college years, and while that's a fun bit of trivia, it doesn't really add anything meaningful in the same way that I think Leslie and Clark dating could. So I'd rather go with Leslie because I think she makes for a better foil for Clark and because the two of them would benefit from having a deeper connection established, plus Leslie could get fleshed out as a character more.

I like the explanation that Clark chose journalism in part because it challenges him in ways his powers can't, but in the comics they've rarely bothered to explain how he chose that field in the first place. I would have meeting Leslie at college be that big moment where he starts to figure himself out. She's assertive and confident, and Clark is attracted to that for similar reasons he's attracted to Lois. Leslie would start out as an optimist and idealist in the same way Clark is, and the two would bond and go into journalism together, with Leslie being the one who really believes in the field initially. They'd both be big believers in the duty of the press to inform and the presses ability to shape public opinion, with Clark attracted to investigative journalism and Leslie attracted more to broadcast and digital journalism. They start to date and for a moment, Clark seriously wonders if this is the one.

The big break between them comes when Clark and Leslie go on a trip around the world during their senior year of college. That trip would be where both of them learn how crappy the world is. Clark always had some idea of how bad things were because of his powers, but the trip is where he really starts to realize that there is a real need for someone of his powers to step up, and that there are hard limits to just how much he can accomplish as a member of the press. That same realization is what shatters Leslie's idealism and optimism. She loses faith in the ability to make a difference, to punch through the wall of public indifference, and as a result she gives up that dream. Instead she decides that if you can't beat them, join them: she switches instead to telling the masses what the powers that be want them to hear in exchange for money, to saying whatever the masses will give her attention and prestige for, embracing tabloid journalism that prioritizes clicks and engagement over information. Ultimately it destroys the relationship between Leslie and Clark with her viewing him as a sap and him viewing her as a sellout.

I think that origin really would help flesh out her worldview and motivation a lot more. She's a former idealist who has been broken by the world in a similar way to Poison Ivy. Leslie thus acts as a foil to Clark and Lois in that she's someone who let the world rob her of her idealism and sold out on the truth in exchange for material success. She's what Clark or Lois could've been if they took Lex's offer to work for him, and they should recognize that to some degree. Clark should have conflicting feelings for her, not romantically that relationship is dead, but in terms of sometimes he wonders if he's just wasting his life trying to fight for truth and justice. So few people seem to care about those principles, why hold on so tight to them? Why not just look out for his own self-interest the way everyone else seems to? It's the refusal to give up even when it looks pointless that makes the two of them different, and makes Clark a hero and Livewire a villain.

How I'd Like Livewire To Operate

There's a lack of imagination in how Livewire is used on the comic side as I see it.

Like most Superman Rogues the typical Superman writer doesn't seem to have a clue what to do with her beyond generic "villain" stuff, but that does a disservice to what Livewire brings to the table. Livewire does want to fry Superman to a crisp, but that's not what her daily goal is to accomplish. More importantly, she wants respect and she wants money, and the way she gets both is not by trying to rob banks, it's by leaning into her background as a media personality combined with her new powers. Unleashing electric bolts is honestly the least impressive part of her powerset in terms of her ability to manipulate anything and everything technology.

The Internet? Livewire can crash the entire thing with ease, or restrict access to portions of it. She can do the reverse and smash through firewalls and encryption like it's made of paper. Imagine Livewire shutting off the power grid or causing it to explode, secretly using your "smart" tech to record your every move, uploading ransomware to every piece of technology in Metropolis, emptying the bank accounts of anyone who annoys her, or bringing Metropolis to it's knees thanks to the "City of Tomorrow" being a test ground for the Internet of Things, so everything is connected and thus easily manipulated. Smart cars crash into each other, elevators randomly drop, trains are unable to stop and simply accelerate onward unceasingly, plans attempting to land find their instruments on the fritz, anything and everything is Livewire's to control. But terrorism, while entertaining and occasionally profitable, isn't Livewire's main focus either.

One of my favorite Superman Adventures stories with her had Livewire manipulating TV broadcast signals so that any time there was a male news reporter on screen, the signal wouldn't come through. Stuff like that, where Livewire is making life hell for people in a way that isn't immediately life-threatening is what I envision as her day to day operations, but her bread and butter is fake news. What Livewire is REALLY good at doing is manipulating the public due to her journalism background plus her powers. She can make fake videos that look totally authentic, fake articles that seem to come from credible sources, fake voice recordings, she can make anyone appear to do or say anything through the Internet, and then she can upload that to the devices of every single person in Metropolis.

You can get stories about the mayor being framed for taking bribes, local activists cast as grifters, and supposed upstanding citizens such as Lois Lane and Clark Kent appearing to take orders from criminals like Intergang on what stories to run. Basically you lean into the journalism aspect for Livewire stories where Clark and Lois have to investigate to see whether what Livewire is putting out there is fake or legit, with peoples lives and reputations at stake (including frequently their own).

And when Superman and Livewire actually do clash physically? I don't care how it gets justified, Livewire simply being that powerful, her lightning being "special", she has the ability to manipulate Superman's bioelectric field, whatever: she can hurt him. When she hits Supes with lightning, it burns. It's painful as all hell. Livewire needs to be a threat and I'd like her to be treated as a powerhouse since I don't see a reason why that shouldn't be the case. Livewire is a really cool Rogue, there's a reason she's managed to keep getting used long after the DCAU ended. I hope the comics creators start utilizing her to her full potential.

#superman #livewire #lois lane #dc comics

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mrskurono · 3 years

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title: N/A || Megumi Fushiguro x FemSorcerer!reader a/n: this is old and converted from a fic I ditched with an oc so I reformatted it to a reader x type of deal word count: 1.7k tags: mentions of death, reader is queer (pan or bi you decide), comfort ish fic, fluff, based mostly on the anime since I wrote this prior to reading it character(s): Megumi Fushiguro (jjk)

"Oh, you're awake."

That voice wasn't a surprise. Megumi had heard it before as he lie in bed taking the most of his recovery time. Before it had just been to the tune of his eyes closed and his laying still in bed while she either talked to him or any number of nurses that had come and gone over the past twenty four hours. Sitting up in bed now Megumi locked eyes with his visitor.

A nonverbal acknowledgment to the second year. It took but a moment for the sorcerer to see the small wrapped box you had brought back with yourself. You took heed of your underclassman staring at what you'd brought back. So you took it upon yourself to share without him asking about it.

"Something to eat," you smiled sweetly. Just as you took up you seat once more at his bedside, this time you placed the wrapped box on the table swung over his bed, "I didn't think hospital food sounded good after that long of a nap."

Megumi looked at the fabric covered tote box placed before him, "That wasn't a nap, I was passed out."

"I know," you nodded, no fault of your own as your smile persisted, "Just telling myself it was a nap calmed my nerves."

He looked up from the unopened treat box. Sincerity in your eyes just as there had been from day one. Megumi questioned how someone so soft would align with such a life. He broke eye contact just to look at the box again.

Never had he mentioned having any favorite foods to you. Which was partially true. If it tasted good then he'd eat it. Simple as that. So Megumi admitted to being a little taken back by what you could have brought him that wasn't already just easily provided by the hospital.

"Open it already," you coaxed, "I heard your stomach rumble hours ago before you woke up."

He was famished. No lie there. Megumi carefully untied the knot of the neat lunchbox. Unwrapping it's contents to be more than just surprised about what you'd brought him. Delicately worked on onigiri with the three of them sporting different flavors. Crisp tempura fried vegetables laid carefully next to it. And what looked to be a small cup thermos nestled off to the side. He had an idea whatever was in it probably was as good as the rest of the food laid out.

Seeing the spread all he could muster was purely a question, "Where did you buy this? It looks...nice."

You shook your head, "I didn't. It's all homemade don't worry."

Admitting to the labor that had gone into this gesture only magnified the oddity that was your continual kindness. It wasn't prevalent in a jujutsu sorcerer's life. And simply one not displayed by sorcerer's as a whole. It left Megumi more than a jumble of confused words why his upperclassman could maintain kindness when also baring a curse like the rest of them.

"...thank you, y/n." He looked up from his meal at you, "Really, thank you."

Brimming with a cocky smile that never faded, you gestured to the meal, "C'mon don't thank me without trying it. It could be complete garbage and you don't know."

Megumi handled one of the onigiri as he brought it to his lips. Not meant to hide his soft smile, he still took a pause before biting it, "I know it's good, you made it."

Without a shadow of a doubt he was right. Everything you'd packed into that plain little bento was everything but plain. Delicious down to the last crumble. Megumi hadn't realized it was gone before he was taking the last dribble of soup from the thermos. When he finally set it down to realize his plate empty and stomach full, he found himself wondering once again the same question.

"...you're such a good cook too," Megumi added to the list of things he'd already told you, you were good at. "Why are you here when you could clearly be doing so many other things."

A shrug with a chagrined look on your face, "Well the other second years are just overreacting with the exchange anyways, and you were here so I thought I'd-"

"No," Megumi shook his head to stop the dodging you always did. "I mean here doing this."

This question again. You had run into it a few times before with Megumi's questions as well as some of the other students. It never seemed enough to just say one saw curses. Here they wanted detailed information on what landed someone here. As secretive as the jujutsu sorcery field was. You never felt it necessary to divulge your background like it was some stat to be learned in a comic book. You were here and you were learning. What else did people need?

"...I can see curses. Not a lot I can do with that," you answered just as sweetly as any other time the question arose. Where that answer sat just fine with everyone else. Be it maybe a lot of jujutsu sorcerers were a little self centered. Making your kindness stick out like a sore thumb and get seen more than once as a weakness. It also alleviated the need to elaborate most times. But where you found relief in other's laziness not to ask too many questions. It was Megumi's consistently deadpan prying that perhaps drew you to befriend him. That came with the price of his constant inquiry about why you did the things you did. Especially if they involved him.

So again, for what seemed like the hundredth time now in your friendship, Megumi asked, "How did someone so kind get cursed though."

If it were anyone else perhaps you'd ignore it with a sweet smile. Act like it didn't matter and it was just a fluke in your character. There were a million things you'd would rather do than relive the cause of this career choice. Presented with Megumi's brush with death caused a waiver in your conviction to stay out of personal affairs though. You'd made some superficial friendships here. But when the first years, or at least when two of the three first years, returned from a botched first grade curse mission. Very present negative emotions flooded you. Ones all too familiar and worrisome. You were forced to relive a glimpse of your heartache from years ago. With a heavy heart you knew sitting at someone's bedside night and day warranted some kind of explanation.

"...I...I lost someone," you looked down at your empty hands, "When I was younger of course. I guess they were my bestfriend."

Lots of people lost friends and family. Death was present but not normally the clear cut reason to harbor so much negative emotions that fueled Jujutsu Sorcerers. Megumi looked over at his upperclassman wringing your hands together nervously. If death was the cause he knew this couldn't be easy for you to talk about in a setting like a hospital.

Megumi didn't want to upset the semblance of friendship he respected with you, "You don't have to if you don't-"

"No, heh," Looking up from your hands you smiled through a thin veil of tears threatening your distant glazed over eyes, "I'll tell you because...I was just as scared that you were going to die too. And- well, I just don't know if my heart could handle this all over again."

"Your heart?" He didn't show it but Megumi kindled a bit of surprise in his mind knowing he liked your company but didn't know it was reciprocated beyond courteous nature from you.

A quite nod from you. Your body was present but when Megumi met your eyes it was clear you weren't thinking about the here and now.

"...when I was in primary school I had a best friend I did everything with. She was...she was everything to me." You smiled just at the fuzzy memory, "Nothing fancy I guess, bad things happen everyday. And it was just another day...We were walking home when it happened. A cough, I didn't think anything of it since kids get sick all the time. But before I realized it that would be the last time we would walk home together. The last time we'd do anything together." You brushed the tears from your eyes but didn't let your smile fade, "I couldn't see her before she passed away, something about more kids getting sick and infectious. How I didn't get sick is beyond me. We spent every moment together. Before I knew what happened, my mom broke down telling me she'd died and well...I was just left to process it."

Megumi held his tongue for a moment. There was no trauma. No indicator that it really would be enough to cause anguish such that a curse would be born. While his heart ached for a moment of compassion at your loss, he was still confused as to what upset you enough to bring on the change young Jujutsu sorcerer's experience to put them on this path.

He didn't need to wait though or even ask when seeing the curses started. You looked at him with the biggest grin while tears rolled down your cheeks and in all sincerity finally told the truth to someone, "It wasn't until later when the curses started showing up and my heart never really healed. I realized what was haunting me....I loved her and never got the chance to tell her that."

Loss of love and innocence. Deadly and deceitful to a human. Survivors always carried a heavy weight and you were no different. Megumi understood what inflicted your curse energy. It was something that wouldn't leave you until the day you died. Heart wrenching like all jujutsu sorcerer's, it left one question pertinent to Megumi more than anything.

He looked from you. To the things you'd brought. And finally back at you with the small things connecting in his mind, "Does that mean..."

Your distant stare returned to the present to meet up with Megumi's green eyes. Holding his gaze for a drawn out moment as you fought with what was inside you. Finally you couldn't keep it together and cracked with an incredibly soft smile playing on your lips. You couldn't live with another curse like this so you came clean, "...yeah, I think I love you too."

#tw death mention #mentions of violence #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk writing #jujutsu kaisen writing #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader

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cakeemoji · 3 years

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very random headcanons where the obey me! characters are my chemical romance fans / stans

this is what happens when your past fandom and current fandom collides (sorry not sorry)

lucifer

knows about them because satan switched out his classical records for an MCR one

he doesn’t like them much

if he got into them, he might have a mikey bias (it's the whole 'i have to put up with my brother's shit' kind of thing)

he would be more of a casual fan - he can understand why his brothers and MC like my chem but they’re just not his kind of music

even so, i feel like he would be able to recognize which era a certain pic is from based on the members’ hair

he doesn't care about the lore or the band members' lives, like he really doesn't need to know who french-kissed who to piss off homophobic jocks on stage in 2007

mammon

his fav album would have to be danger days and he listened to some of the other well-known songs

his fav song would be "vampire money" because it has the word money in it and because it goes so hard ?>??!!

no, he doesn't know that the song has to do with the band turning down an offer to make a song for a twillight movie (not yet at least)

he also likes "na na na", not because of the "take the cash and i'll keep it" line but also since he likes the energy the song has !!

he’s a danger days enthusiast and defends the album + songs (no sing slander in this household!) because it’s his fav

he’s a fun ghoul kinnie

if he took the time to get into the members, he would be caught in between frank or gerard's lane (it has to do with their stage presence)

leviathan

tbh my chem isn't his kind of music

BUT he listened to "i'm not okay (i promise)", "welcome to the black parade" and "teenagers" and thought they weren't that bad for a group of normies

okay so maybe he got into them. that's fine.

he adores the danger days cinematic universe (he kins party poison) and has his own killjoy persona :]

watches the live performance & turns into a totally different person whenever mama is played

ironically makes those "yeemo" jokes because they're hilariously stupid and for the lolz (g-note jokes, uses those weird nicknames, etc.)

“ROFL pickle gerard???? peak humour LMAO” “levi please shut up”

he doesn't have a bias but he's grown fond of gerard's work (music or art/comic work, either or)

owns the funko figures and those hot topic collectables

he shops at hot topic with belphie

satan

his favourite albums have to be i brought you my bullets... and three cheers !!

his fav songs are "demolition lovers" and "i never told you what i did for a living"

mainly because he likes the concept of the two lovers and thinks the tale is quite tragic

loves looking into the lyrics and reading between the lines ('oh, how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying' and ‘juliet loves the beat & the lust it commands / drop the dagger & lather the blood on your hands romeo’ are his favs lines)

he switches out lucifer’s classical records with MCR ones to piss him off

cried to the g-note before

mikey stan. he's a mikey stan.

tbh he’d stan pete wentz and ryan ross too

he's read unholyverse and thinks it's a work of art

he’s an ft. willz theorist.

tbh you could ask him about any mcr theory and he’ll give you all the details. the scrapped paper kingdom album? it’s beautiful. the smashing pumpkins theory?? yes, that’s absolutely canon we predicted mcr’s return

asmodeus

only knows about MCR because a certain someone was blasting danger days and asmo fell head over heels in love with "destroya" after hearing the moans in the song

in fact, whenever someone plays destroya, he moans along to when gerard & frank do in the song just to piss everyone off

destroya is now banned from being played in the HoL

but it's okay, he still has F.T.W.W.W. and its "c'mon, c'mon, kiss my battery / c'mon, c'mon, i'll be your android girl"

"gerard way gender envy ♡"

bought the hipdot x MCR make-up palette

has done album-inspired looks, i just know it.

has probably seen that one "gerard way many moans and groans" video

he came across a frerard kiss compilation and became infested in gerard/frank's relationship

may or may not be a frerardie / gerbertie

hell he might as well be a petekey truther too

“okay but listen to me, you do not just make out with your friends on stage in front of your fans! [...] huh, maybe i should start doing that.”

beelzebub

he saw the music video to "the ghost for you" and teared up because seeing mikey die reminded him of the celestial war and :(

ray toro stan!!! also listens to his solo work and loves after the laughter

"sing" or "save yourself, i'll hold them back" has to be his favourite songs

he watched "life on the murder scene" and laughed at when ray stuck his hand in the cupcake (though it was a total waste of good food <//3)

but seeing the band in the documentary on stage and having fun reminded him of his brothers & all the time they spend :D

ALSO he would definitely practice his drumming skills to their songs

and maybe blast them during his workout sessions

belphegor

“satan i found a new song that lucifer would despise. [plays teenagers]”

he likes them and thinks they're neat (MCR rocks his socks!)

tbh his music taste is a mess

he definitely rocked out to the black parade when he was in the attic ("dead!" was dedicated to lucifer <3)

“sleep” is one of his fav songs (take a guess why)

"famous last words" is his favourite music video

also cried to the g-note a couple of times

absolutely loses his shit whenever “welcome to the black parade” come on - i mean, who doesn’t??

he owns merch - specifically the shirts you can get at your local hot topic

he definitely likes the used as well and his fav album from them would have to be lies for the liars

majority of MCR’s songs are the anti-lucifer league’s anthems

simeon & luke

luke only knows about mcr because simeon played that one yo gabba gabba episode that mcr was featured on because MC said it would help them learn more about the human worlds culture / children’s programs and stuff

therefore "every snowflake is different (just like you)" is luke's favourite MCR song

he cried once he found out they broke up after discovering who they actually were 3 hours later

this was also the start of luke’s rebellious phase

it was not a good three weeks for simeon, or for anyone, honestly

solomon

he’s okay with them - they’re just not his thing?

he would be neutral on whether he likes them or not

BUT he adores the band’s aesthetic

and he's grown a strong love-hate relationship with "destroya"

"asmo, destroya is not just a 'funny haha moaning song'. it's a fight song about being pitted against all odds and finding the lack of faith in yourself, watching everything turn yourself into your own enemy.” “what’s that solomon? sorry i can’t hear you over the sound of gerard’s moans ah ah ah ah~”

he enjoys watching their music videos tho (there's something about the MV for helena that makes it so compelling)

barbatos

he's like the no. 1 mcr stan

asked for a day off once march 22nd came around (as a joke)

lord diavolo asked why, barbatos gave his reasoning and he got that day off.

his favourite album is bullets because gerard's funky screams manage to send chills down his spine

like the part where he goes "just because my hands around your THROAT-" yeah. man, i love that part.

just like satan, he enjoys analyzing the lyrics and looking for deeper meanings :]

this might be ooc but i can't help but think that he'd try to search for a timeline where mcr didn't break up in 2013

diavolo

he overheard MC listening to one of MCR’s songs

he doesn't know much but he knows what good music is when he hears it!

“lucifer, i think it’s time for a study of human world music traditions!” “where is this coming from”

“welcome to the black parade” is his favourite song !!!! like the lyricism?? the transitions??? honestly gerard’s vocals and - wow - everything about it.. he gets why barbatos & the others like them so much

march 22nd was close to becoming a national holiday /j

upon hearing MCR's return, he tried to get reunion tickets for barbatos (and for MC + the brothers too!)

he succeeded <3

yeah they were at the LA return show i just know it

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jammatown919 · 3 years

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Ginger Locks

For @amozon28, who requested a Nuts n Dolts hair brushing fic. Requests are still open!

Penny had never been the type of girl that took forever to get ready for a date. In fact, she was always the one waiting for ten minutes while Ruby tried to get her eyeliner just right. This considered, Ruby didn't mind waiting a couple hours while Penny took care of a last minute mission she'd been assigned, nor did she mind waiting an extra five minutes for Penny to brush her hair once she'd returned.

When five minutes turned into twenty, she began to mind just a little. When twenty became thirty five, she felt the need to say something.

"Hey, Penny?" Ruby called in the direction of the bathroom door. "Are you still brushing your hair?" Penny's hair had admittedly looked a little rough, but it certainly hadn't been bad enough to warrant half an hour of brushing.

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong." Penny called back miserably.

"What?" Ruby sat up in her bunk, discarding the comic she'd been reading to pass the time. "Are you okay?"

"I made it worse." Penny replied, sounding dangerously close to tears.

"I'm sure it's not that bad." Ruby slid down from her bunk and crossed the dorm to stand outside the bathroom door. "Why don't you come out and let me see?"

"Do you promise that you will not laugh at me?" Penny asked meekly.

"Of course." Ruby promised. "Why would I laugh at you?"

Instead of answering, Penny slowly opened the door, and Ruby damn near broke her promise right then and there. Somehow, what had once been a ruffled and slightly tangled mane had turned into a frizzy, puffed out mess, into which Penny's massive curls had completely disappeared.

"Oh, Penny..." She said sympathetically, wondering how in the world her girlfriend had even managed to do that to herself. "Do you want me to comb through that for you?"

Penny hesitated, not unlike a small child determined to do something independently, before slowly nodding. Ruby took her hands and gently led her over to Weiss's bunk so they could sit without having to climb.

"I'm sorry to make you do this." Penny murmured as Ruby turned to her team's shared dresser and began searching for Weiss's dry conditioner. "Usually my father helps me to do my hair, and I suppose I just never learned how to do it on my own."

"Hey, it's okay." Ruby replied gently. She spotted the bottle and snatched it up, along with Weiss's comb. "I know long hair can be a pain to manage, and those curls are definitely not a one person job. Seriously, how do you even get them to stay like that?"

"Bobby pins." Penny offered. "And hairspray."

"Well, I'm not sure how much help I'll be with that," Ruby said as she took a seat beside Penny. "But I can at least deal with the tangles and frizz. Turn around for me?"

Penny quietly obliged, turning her back toward Ruby and pulling her legs up onto the bed. Ruby pulled the cap off the bottle of conditioner and pumped some of its contents into her hand so she could begin gently massaging it into Penny's hair.

"This stuff will make your hair really silky." Ruby promised, smiling slightly as Penny leaned into her touch. "It even works on Yang, and she almost never brushes her hair."

Once she was finished massaging in the conditioner, Ruby got to work on the tangles. Most of them weren't ridiculous, but there was one monster right in the middle of Penny's mane that Ruby had to start on with her fingers just to avoid hurting her girlfriend.

"Let me know if this hurts at all." Ruby instructed, gently pulling the knot into two smaller, more manageable knots.

"I have turned off the pain receptors in my scalp to make this process easier." Penny replied nonchalantly.

"You can do that?!" Ruby paused what she was doing to stare incredulously at Penny.

"Pain only exists to let someone know when they've been damaged. Once the message is received, pain becomes a hinderance. I have to be able to turn it off to continue functioning efficiently." Penny explained as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

"I wish I could do that." Ruby murmured. Out of pure curiosity, she gave some of Penny's hair an experimental tug. "So, you can't feel this?"

"I can feel the tugging, but it's completely painless." Penny replied.

"My girlfriend is so cool." Ruby cooed, moving some of Penny's hair aside so she could press a quick kiss to her neck. Penny let out a tiny squeak of delight, and Ruby grinned in response.

"I think that my girlfriend is cooler." Penny said with a soft laugh.

"You're only saying that because I'm doing your hair." Ruby teased as she picked up the comb and began pulling it through Penny's mane.

"I am not!" Penny's voice rose indignantly, and she turned her head to give Ruby an incredulous look. "I really do think that you're cool!"

"I know, baby. It was just a joke." Ruby chuckled, trying to keep a grip on the comb as Penny moved. "Hold still."

Penny settled down and returned to her original position, allowing Ruby to continue tugging the comb through her hair. With a grunt of effort, she managed to pull it all the way through.

"We might be here for a while." Ruby remarked, focusing her efforts on one of the larger tangles near Penny's tips. With a quick glance at the clock above the desk that no one ever used, she realized that the movie theatre they'd been planning to go to would probably be closed by the time they were done. "I think we might be better off staying in tonight."

"But you were so excited to go out!" Penny objected, turning slightly toward the clock. "The last showing of our movie is in twenty minutes. If we leave now, we could still make it."

"If we go out, you're just going to be uncomfortable about your hair the whole time," Ruby pointed out gently. "And if one of us isn't having fun, there's no point in going."

"I'm sorry, Ruby." Penny hung her head remorsefully. "I didn't mean to ruin our date."

"Hey, you didn't ruin anything." Ruby carefully tilted Penny's head upward so she could continue combing. "We can go another night. Besides, there are still plenty of things we can do. If the lounge is free, we could have a movie night in there. You can even pick the movie."

Penny didn't respond, and even though Ruby couldn't see her face, she could tell her girlfriend was pulling that downhearted expression she always had when she felt as though she'd disappointed someone.

"C'mon, Penny, don't be like that." Ruby set the comb down and wrapped her arms around Penny from behind, gently resting her chin on her girlfriend's shoulder. "I promise it's okay."

"You are not upset with me?" Penny asked quietly.

"Of course not." Ruby assured her. "You being comfortable is way more important than going to see some movie. Cheer up, okay? Or am I gonna have to do the thing?"

Penny stifled a chuckle at the thought of the aforementioned 'thing', and Ruby smirked mischievously. She turned her head and pressed her lips to Penny's neck, blowing a raspberry against her skin. Penny squealed at the sudden tickling sensation and broke into a fit of giggles.

"Feeling better?" Ruby inquired softly as Penny fell against her, still laughing.

"Yes." Penny replied once she'd managed to calm herself a bit.

"Good," Ruby gave her girlfriend one more peck before picking the comb back up so she could resume working on Penny's hair. "Now let's finish this up so we can have our movie night."

"Thank you, Ruby." Penny said as she straightened up. "You're very kind to me."

"I'm your girlfriend, Firefly." Ruby pointed out warmly. "It's my job to make sure you feel as loved as possible."

"You're very good at it." Penny remarked. Gently, Ruby wound an arm around Penny's waist, smiling softly as the other girl brought a hand up and laid it over hers.

This, in Ruby's humble opinion, was the best job on Remnant.

(If you enjoyed this piece, please consider reblogging to share it with others! Likes unfortunately don’t do much to help a post gain traction, so reblogs are the only way content creators on this site can get any recognition for their hard work. If you do decide to reblog, know that I really appreciate you and think that you’re the coolest!)

#rwby #penny polendina #ruby rose #nuts n dolts #nuts and dolts #nuts & dolts #my writing #seriously please reblog if you liked it

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incarnateirony · 3 years

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I'm gonna need fandom to stop projecting some weird romanticized and/or bitter idea of suicidal ideation on 15x20 Dean which is directly contrary to the text.

If anything, 15x20 was Dean's least suicidal period. He had opted to start trying to enjoy life. He still clearly struggled with depression and grief from his sloppy room, but that doesn't necessarily translate to suicidal thoughts.

Dean highlighted his desire to make sure sacrifices weren't in vain. He tried to eat after a whole season of refusing to because he was too angry and scared.

People misunderstand "being realistic" as "suicidal". While yes, you can even check the script and there's a moment of panic thinking about if Cas was there, and yes, it even clarifies the nearest hospital is 45 minutes away and yes, clarifies Dean was 100% run through, just because that didn't make it to screen doesn't mean it's suddenly Dean surrendering.

Maybe this is something not understood because of how international SPN fandom is, or how urban its digital demographic tends to be--but I've got news for you. It's basically common knowledge that places like that are at least half an hour from anywhere in the US.

I've lived in those places.

One such place, for example, was Timpson Texas. When I moved there for a few months, I was warned. Don't get hurt. The nearest hospital is 45 minutes away. But if it's really bad--they do have a volunteer EMS department. Which, they joked, was "express delivery" because it was located right next to the funeral home, and frankly nobody was sure what their actual credentials were in a town of 200~.

It's very, very rare to find a farmhouse setup like that near a city. Or at least anything less than 20 minutes from anywhere. There's a few exceptions to that rule for anything in life, like the Independence, MO area that has really weird fucking zoning and you can go from farmland to ghetto to farmland to downtown in a straight shot, but by and large, this is how it is in the US. I know 45 minutes sounds insane to someone living in like, the UK. Or even people who've lived their whole lives in and around big US metro cities like New York and Chicago.

But I can promise you, just because those thoughts didn't come out of Dean's mouth, they ran through his head, like many silent things you can see him assess at any given moment in the show that are common sense life, battle, or other issues. "Well, shit, it'll take an ambulance at least 30 minutes to get here if I'm lucky and my vision's already tunneling, Cas isn't here, gotta take my chance to say what's important, like I learned from Cas."

That's it. That's what that was. Was the death comically long? Yes, still not enough for him to get help. Were there ways they could have illustrated it better? Sure, they could have used that one overhead driving in a field shot for the 1000th time. Would the text have helped in dialogue--maybe, you know this fandom loves missing the point anyway.

Everyone goes "but why tell Sam not to bring him back then!!" bro-- bro--he literally says why, and it's true. That always ends bad. It's stopping this jerk off cycle and realizing it's ok to be freaking mortal. That they can't keep fucking up the cosmic balance for all eternity. Letting hundreds/thousands/millions/billions of people have their entire universe fucked up because the two brothers insist on being in the same spot at the same time. He insisted Sam live on.

Maybe it's a misunderstanding of biology too? Hell, there's some ways that could have gone in that would have had him dead even faster. It really just depends what exactly it punctured how. Is it technically survivable? Yeah, if you're not basically an hour and a half out from a hospital with the weewoo cab trip both ways. If he already felt himself fading though, reality strikes.

That's Dean Winchester becoming spontaneously aware of his mortality, not giving up. Like I hate to tell people, but you'll never make it out of life alive. That's not suicidal, that's reality. The point is, to live the best life you can while you have it, and to not give up, sure. But also to be aware that you might get diagnosed with terminal cancer or you might get hit by a bus or maybe you'll fucking ridiculously get run through on a dickbar. Some things in life you can't control.

Are there ways this could have been pulled together far better? 100% absolutely. The finale was a disaster in delivery. At literally every corner. In every way. But that shouldn't make us just scream past it and somehow convert it into the worst possible take guys. I should hope that a young adult to middle aged demographic understands things like basic biology, emergency response time, the fact that we're all mortal beings, and the general moral of learning what to say when it's important and maybe your last chance, c'mon.

Or worse, trying to turn it into "Dean didn't want to live anymore because he missed Cas." Like shit. I'm blazing "Destiel is canon and has been for a while" trash but -- that's literally? Contradictory? Dean wanted to live because he respected Cas' sacrifice. That's canon. Even when he still felt down and his room was still messy and some days he might have almost felt dead, he kept trucking, kept dreaming, put in job applications, tried to be the young self he used to be and go to a pie-fest, whatever. He kept moving. THAT'S where he kept fighting.

Giving up isn't Dean accepting that a pike through all his major organs an hour out from medical help is gonna be the end. Giving up would be him having stayed passed out on the whiskey bottles on the floor forever moping and just WAITING for that instead of being like, damn, I didn't think today would be the day.

Is it a perfect ending, no, not saying that, nor in any way defending the fucking trashfire finale but I'm so sick of seeing this "suicidal dean" talk. When that isn't even remotely what it was.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #tw suicide

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anystalker707 · 3 years

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It’s not going to be alright

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 2 300 Genre: Angst, fluff, comfort TW: Anxiety attack, sort of Summary: (Y/n) brings Gerard to meet their parents. It doesn’t go as well as expected. Requested by @thegnotecannothurtusanymore a/n: I hope this is what you wanted and that you like it

"Do I look fine?" Gerard still sounds insecure as he stands in front of the mirror, adjusting his jacket lightly while also checking his hair and makeup, turning his head from side to side slowly a few times. He repeatedly runs his fingers through his hair, a sharp sigh escaping his nose.

"Of course, you always do," I say with a smile, standing behind him and observing him through the mirror. "C'mon, you don't need to be so nervous. I don't even care if they don't like or approve you, this is just because they're curious about you." Wrapping my hands around his wrists, I pull his hands away from himself in an attempt of helping Gerard with calming down. He's already perfect.

"But... Still, what if they try to separate us?" To say Gerard is worried is a euphemism.

I push Gerard to sit down on his bed and place my hands on his shoulders. "Listen, they're just my parents, not me. It doesn't matter whether they like you or not. They can't control me the whole time. We can, dunno, run away if we need to, don't worry about it!" I smile in an attempt of cheering him up and it seems to work.

Gerard noticeably relaxes under my touch. He wraps his arms around me and brings me closer, his head against my abdomen.

"It's going to be alright, Gee," I tell him softly as playing with his hair. He nods hesitantly.

We've been together for around a year now and, from hearing so much about me having a boyfriend and never seeing him, my parents decided that I should bring him home for dinner. Gerard almost freaked out because of it at first, something I completely don't judge him for. He was desperate about finding formal clothes for the dinner, but I told him to dress... like himself, just a kinda formal due to the occasion, but not completely. There would be no point for him to dress up in something he is uncomfortable with and to pretend to be someone he isn't just for my parents. If they're going to accept him, they must accept him the way he is and the way I love him.

Not to mention that we wouldn't be able to sustain a lie for too long. It's relatively easy hearing rumors about Gerard – after all, there aren't many other punk kids in the city. Also, if they hypothetically liked him like that and called him over for dinner more often, it would be an even harder thing to maintain. He can't hide all the scars or wounds all the time neither lie about some of them.

"What time is it? Maybe we should get going," Gerard says as he reaches for his phone and checks on it without letting me move away. "Yeah, we should," he answers himself and looks up at me, smiling a bit.

Soon, we are in my car and heading over to my place. I had come over to help him with getting ready and just to make sure he wouldn't mess up with anything because of getting too anxious.

"It's going to be alright," I repeat myself before we leave the car. Gerard does his best to smile in response while nodding. We leave the car and move to the front door, where I reassure him once again by giving his hand a light squeeze then I walk in. "Hey, we've arrived," I call to my parents as Gerard closes the door behind us.

"We're over here in the dining room, dear," my mother's voice comes from the said place.

The table is nicely set, the trays and pans filled with food we usually just eat on Sundays or certain occasions, what makes me smile at the same time I see it. Gerard seems just as pleased, an also appreciative air over his features as he looks at everything, cheeks growing red when his eyes meet mine.

When I look at my parents, however, their reaction isn't in any way pleasing. They look at Gerard like if they were expecting gold, but were just given a cheap copy instead or something completely different.

"Um," Gerard breaks the tense silence, seeming to not really have noticed my parents' reaction. "I'm Gerard, Gerard Way. It's nice to finally meet you." He smiles, looking at the two with nervous eyes. Well, now he's noticed it.

"Oh, so you're Gerard." The word sounds bitter coming from my father. He looks away, lips pursed and he doesn't make any effort in hiding his light displeasure. My mother takes the same path, a clearly forced smile decorating her lips as she slowly nods, drowning the room in awkwardness. I hate her for it. I mean, they don't even know Gerard yet.

A sigh escapes my lips as I just pull on Gerard's hand for him to sit down already as I do so myself, concluding my parents won't tell us to do it. Annoying. My parents do the same.

"Okay, so... Gerard," my mother speaks up first while everyone is serving themselves. He hums questioningly, smiling a bit. She continues. "Do you work? Do you do anything besides studying?"

"I actually don't need to work," Gerard replies, pushing his chair closer to the table after taking all the food he wanted. "I draw a lot in my free time and I've been trying to publish a comic."

Approval? No. The same displeasure shows itself on their faces, poorly hidden by fake smiles.

"Oh, that's... interesting," my mother breathes a chuckle, looking down at her food. Her chuckle sounds more of a 'look at how stupid he is' thing. Okay, okay, maybe I'm imagining things, right...? Let me avert my attention away from it.

"Gerard is excellent at drawing." I smile proudly and share a look with Gerard, who seems more relieved with my comment.

My mother makes an unconvinced face, but she doesn't have the opportunity to continue talking because my father speaks up next. "And you're off school soon, right? Have you already applied for any college?" He seems a bit more friendly than my mother, something I believe to be a brief impression due to how he's barely talked until now.

"Yeah, I've been accepted in the school of visual arts in NY," Gerard breathes with a proud air, already concluding how tiring it's all gonna be. In a social battery sense. The two will probably question Gerard until he walks out that door. It's going to be exhausting.

"Arts?" More reproval. My father raises his eyebrows amused after Gerard nods and my mother holds back a sigh, moving to sip on her glass of soda like if she can't handle it all. "That's peculiar, certainly. Something really difficult to get a future in, isn't it?" He says in clear mocking and looks at my mother. Look at this fool; I can practically hear them thinking. I don't know if it makes me angry or sad or both. Honestly, I already predicted things weren't going to turn out well, but this is just terrible.

"Like if Gerard would ever fail in anything while he's got so many talents like that," I roll my eyes. My comment goes ignored apart from how Gerard blushes and grins.

"Oh, but I've got a band in case anything goes wrong!" Gerard shrugs in a sudden wave of confidence.

"His band is awesome," I add. Ignored. Hah.

"A band!" A laughter comes from my father and my mother follows suit. They spend a moment laughing, but reality seems to hit them again before the fact Gerard and I remained in silent, both of us observing them in disbelief.

My mother shakes her head in dismissal as covering her mouth for a moment – at least making an effort, what seemed to be too hard to my father. "Erm, that's wonderful! Wonderful," she says.

A sigh escaped my lips at the thought I'll probably pull Gerard out of here myself soon if things continue like that.

Thankfully, some minutes into the dinner, we've got some peace, but all the evil comments and mocking continue right after. Sometimes my parents do apologize. Not genuinely, tho. For real, I feel like it would've been easier if they just got angry and kicked us out as soon as seeing Gerard or something instead of opting for psychological torture. I'm feeling attacked myself.

The dinner being over almost feels like a miracle to me – I quickly stand up from my chair and pull Gerard along with me.

"So, I'll be heading to Gerard's tonight. I'm spending the night at his place, like I promised," I say as giving his hand a light squeeze, running my thumb over his knuckles softly.

He seems really uncomfortable.

"Oh, you are?" My mother sighs, shaking her head to herself. "Okay then, just remember to come home. Love you, dear, see you," she says to me before she takes a good look at Gerard, then walks away to the kitchen with the dirty dishes in hands, not even bothering to tell him a goodbye or anything.

"Goodbye..." I mutter, starting to walk.

"G-Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. (l/n)! Thanks for the food and for receiving me," Gerard calls, the nervousness starting to show when we're about to leave the house. If I were him, I wouldn't even have said anything.

Feeling the cold night air embracing me is extremely relieving. Being away from the two is relieving. I'm still revolted about everything that has happened; it wasn't kind at all. I look at Gerard, worried. "Are you alright, love?"

"Yeah, sugar, don't worry," he reassures me. His words sound empty. I don't question.

Gerard tries to keep the tough posture until when we arrive to his place and we're already in comfortable clothes, lazing around on his bed. He's clearly not fine – you can notice it through how he acts, his glassy eyes, difficulty on keeping his focus... We will talk about it whenever he is ready.

At some point, my phone starts ringing. My mother. I sigh.

"I'll be right back, Gee, my mom's calling." I press a kiss to his cheek then leave the room and the house, heading to the back porch. It will be uncomfortable having anyone else listening to this while Mikey and Donna are also so nice to me.

"(Y/n)," the angry tone comes from the other end of the line as soon as I answer the call. "That boy is terrible. I'm sure you've noticed how we didn't enjoy him any bit. He's stupid, he's just got no future. You deserve something better, my love," her voice softens. "We just let you go over to his place because it would be impolite to not to after everything."

Ah, there it is. The hypocrisy.

"Well, and I'm sure you've noticed that I don't care about what you two think. You liked Gerard and everything I told you about him until you saw him. That's stupid. You guys didn't even allow yourselves to get to know him properly and already got like that." No, I've got no patience to deal with this. I groan to myself as leaning against the railing and observing what I can see of the back garden.

"We know that kind of people, okay? Trust us, you're not gonna-"

I hang up. And set my phone in the do not disturb mode. I'm not listening to bullshit about Gerard while he's so sweet and loving and...

Putting my phone away, I rub my face and try to get rid of the stress before walking back in.

Gerard is startled by me walking into the bedroom suddenly, eyes widening once they land on me while I close the door. It looks like he's been crying; eyes puffy and red, makeup smudged. "(Y/n)," he cries, reaching his arms towards me as I approach, "don't leave me, oh God, I love you so much. Without you I can't-" He interrupts himself with a sob, starting to cry again.

"I'm not going to leave you!" I sit beside him, pulling Gerard for a hug. I wipe his tears away before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I would never, I've told you! Their opinion about you isn't relevant to me! They don't know you like I do! I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that."

"Sorry," he sobs against my neck, arms wrapped tightly around me like if I would disappear if he let go. "I wish I was different, damn, I'm sorry."

It's always terrible when Gerard's anxiety attacks, but things seem to be going way worse now and I curse my parents for it. They had literally no reasons to have acted the way they did. Even if they dislike Gerard, everyone must be respected. Seeing Gerard like this hurts.

"You have nothing to apologize for," I rub soft circles into his back as continuing to hold him close, doing it for a few moments in an attempt of getting him to calm down. "Gee, Gerard, listen to me," I say once he's calmed down a bit and take a gentle hold of his face, making him look at me. "All that matters is us and nothing more. I don't care if my parents don't approve of our relationship or if the world does, I just care about us, if we are fine. And, of course, if you are fine. I hated that you needed to go through all of this, I'm so sorry." I press a kiss to his cheek, starting to run my fingers through his hair.

"Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault," Gerard says softly. He is silent for a moment before the tears start again and he buries his face in the crook of my neck again, clutching onto me tightly.

"Let it all out, Gee, it'll help you." I comfort him, pressing kisses to his neck and going back to rubbing his back. "I love you, okay? And that's all that matters."

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