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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Superboy meets Danny

Ok. Let me explain my points here. First of all, Things these boys got in common:

Was cloned by a crazy billionaire (Match & Dani)

Has a father who doesn’t understand or is actively trying to stop/kill them

Trying their best to not be related to said crazy billionaire who cloned them

The crazy billionaire is also a villain

Rebellious teen

Has a trio friend group that (is partially) comprised of a tech geek and rich friend.

That’s all I can think of just at the moment! There’s so much more. These bitches would be a force to be reckoned with if they ever met.

Danny goes to Metropolis on a school trip. You know how some American schools will have a weekend trip to DC? Every year the Juniors in the school have the opportunity to go to Metropolis.

Danny’s parents happily give Danny the money and permission to go.

With the only drawback that you have to write a paper on the history of how superheroes changed america, Danny was ecstatic to go.

Danny, Dash, Sam, and Tucker are all put in a team to explore Metropolis and collect information for their paper. Their first stop: An impressive viewing deck on the top of a 30 story building that has a good view on the city's skyline that was streamlined so Superman could have easy access to rooftops and all building entrances.

The four are on the viewing deck and taking photos of the view and informational plaques when Intergang attacks the building they’re in with Apoklyptian tech.

One of their gizmos is like a flamethrower on steroids that’s able to shoot a stream of fire dozens of stories high. Within minutes the first 10 stories are completely engulfed in flame. Danny, not wanting to expose his secret identity to Dash, tells everyone to shout for Superman because he supposedly helped people in distress who shouted his name.

Superboy shows up a minute later. Not who they expected but they weren’t picky with who was saving them with over half the building engulfed in flame and no escape in sight.

Danny is super casually talking to Superboy and flirting back and forth as they’re flown down to the street. Dash is confused because Danny Fenton, the kid who he beats the shit out of on the daily and has no bitches, is chatting up Superboy like they’ve known each other for years, and Dash knows damn well that they’ve never met before. Danny can’t make friends with a superhero before him so Dash tries to do his cool guy act on Superboy.

Dash probably shouldn’t have tried to insult someone who was a superpowered teen and flying him hundreds of feet above solid ground because Superboy did NOT like that. He shot down Dash with insults so scathing that Dash is pretty sure the rest of his entire bloodline won’t be able to recover.

After that Dash knew to simply shut up as Superboy brought the rest of the crew to the ground. Just before he was about to leave, Superboy slipped Danny a piece of paper, winked, and mimed “call me” before flying off.

…Did Danny just score a date with THE Superboy?!

Well, not a date per se, but Danny DID get Superboy’s number. They met up as much as they could over the weekend that Danny was in Metropolis and quickly became fast friends.

These two are an incredibly tight duo who are some of the most mischievous motherfuckers ever when left to their own devices.

One of those times is when they convinced Tucker to hack into the Batcomputer. Superboy told him what he knew and Tucker went to work.

Twenty or so minutes later, Barbara and Tim are freaking the fuck out because they were both on monitor duty and someone hacked into the batcomputer. After panicking and tracing back the hack, they take over the hackers computer camera and see Superboy and another black haired teen triumphantly cheering while the boy who apparently infiltrated the batcaves computers, was holding his head in his hands mockingly at the two superpowered kids' actions.

Tim and Babs realize that this wasn’t a malicious attack and instead just a couple of insanely competent idiots having fun. If these guys can have fun why can’t they?

Babs infiltrates the computer that has shockingly insanely well crafted cyber security. She changes the lockscreen and every tab open to an image of Red Robin getting fucking beaned in the skull with a jug of juice. Tucker responds 15 minutes later on the batcomputer with a low angle photo of himself and Superboy flipping off the camera. At the far top of the image is Danny crawling upside down on the ceiling, feet and fingers embedded into the bumpy surface. His eyes glowing a bright green and looking like an eldritch abomination.

This starts one of the strangest friendships that Tucker has ever had. Actively hacking into eachothers computers to send back and forth increasingly elaborate shitposts and enhancing their firewalls with each breach of security. Danny actively repairs ghost nations, ghost politics, ghost relations, and completes a BUNCH of ghost king related activities he normally would have hated for the sole purpose of getting specific ghosts together to create the new shitpost of the week that they would send to Oracle and Red Robin.

Batman finds out only because Superboy let it slip. “Got through to your stupid batcomputer three times this week! You’re slacking Gordon.”

In all honesty, Batman thinks it’s fucking halarious. His kids managed to find the nerdiest possible way to make friends and they’re making massive improvements on the Batcomputer and Watchtower’s security. If these kids ever DO become a threat… Batman knows exactly where they lived and has an armed satellite at the ready.

Now that Batman knows, Superboy gets Red Robin and Impulse together to meet the Phantom trio. I need you guys to picture this: It’s a cozy family owned diner. Warm oranges, reds, and tans cover the inside of the building. A very sweet looking mid 40s lady with her hair in a bun and an apron around her waist, walks over to a corner booth and asks the customers what they would want to eat.

At this table: Danny, Sam, and Tucker all are wearing their casual everyday clothes sit at one side of the table while talking animatedly to the trio on the other side of the table: Red Robin, Impulse, and Superboy, all in their full superhero uniforms, are talking just as excitedly right back at the Phantom Gang on what to order.

So Sam. Sam would be amazing with Tim. Imagine the amount of eco-friendly ideas she could propose to Tim to better the public's view of WayneTech. With Sam’s help, Tim launches a campaign to fix infrastructure and do a HUGE plant based rehabilitation plan to help reduce smog and add greenery to Gotham. Tim hires Poison Ivy to help with the enhanced growth of trees and gardens around Gotham and it goes extremely well. Poison Ivy commits bioterrorism for the betterment of the environment after all, they remove the terrorism bit and just keep the bio, she isn’t that bad. It’s amazing because that means there’s one less villain on their asses all the times tearing up Gotham.

Sam also absolutely gives everyone makeup lessons and fashion tips to embrace their own personal aesthetic better.

Tucker is super good friends with Tim and Impulse. He somehow can keep up with Impulses talking and the pair will spend hours excitedly infodumping each other. Tucker chatting with Tim about tech and some improvements that they could send to the engineering division of WayneTech. The amount of chaotic bullshittery Tucker will do with the two is unparalleled.

Danny is extremely good friends with Impulse and Superboy. Superboy and him bond over their experiences and powers. They go on bi weekly night flights to brainstorm pranks and insults to throw at their respective villains. Danny is able to also keep up with Impulse's excited speech and they give each other tips on how to control powers granted to them by all powerful other dimensions.

idk this ends my rambling but I just… Danny would be such good friends with Superboy. If you want to go romantic, they would be an incredible couple. The flirting and nonstop jabs could absolutely be simply bros being bros but I genuinely think these two could have a very solid romantic connection with each other if you want to go in that direction. Their backgrounds are so very similar, their personalities would mesh together extremely well, they’re vigilantes so no worries about endangering a weak civilian, and you cannot tell me that Danny wouldn’t steal Connor’s jackets even if he wasn’t in a relationship with him.

In the far future I truly believe they would stay friends. When Danny reveals to Impulse and Robin that he’s actually a ghost and the photos they were sending to the batcave were honest to god images of another dimension, it certainly causes momentary panic and chaos but it quickly settles into acceptance. How on earth Robin or Impulse would react to the Ghost Zone I am completely unsure. If someone else wants to add onto this with that concept you can surely go for it. All I do know is that their awe and wonder of this brilliantly strange and odd dimension that their friend (who’s apparently the ruler of?! What?!?!) lives in. They all use the GZ as a sort of hideaway when things get complicated and too much in the mortal plane. They all have little rooms in Danny’s lair that they are free to crash in at any time.

This offer may spread to everyone else too. Connor invites Danny and the rest of Young Just Us over to the Kent’s farm to enjoy some incredible homemade meals and to take their mind off things to focus on chores around the farm. Tim invites the group over to Wayne Manor for their assistance on difficult cases (if the research session turns into a Mario Kart tournament or movie marathon, that’s between them and Alfred)

I am very much so unsure how to end this so I’ll just say this: Danny’s life changed for the better and no matter what he does, he can never escape “are you an angel?” jokes.

#danny phantom #dc comics #dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #long post #writing prompts #Connor kent #Young Just Us #thank you ‘write six sentences on your current WIP’ post. you helped me finish this #HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS LONG ASS POST IT TOOK SO SO LONG TO FINISH #sorry I can’t add a continue reading I’m on mobile

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eldritch-thrumming · 1 year

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Hawkins, Indiana

January 1987

Max has been home from rehab for about a week and all she’s really been able to do is amble around her trailer watching movies and listening to music. The second semester of the school year doesn’t start for another week, so she’s got a lot of time on her hands.

Sometimes, when she’s really bored, she’ll make her way, slowly, over to Eddie’s trailer and bother him for an afternoon. Sometimes Wayne is there and awake to bother too and it makes her remember what it felt like to have a family that cared about her. It doesn’t make her bitter, just hopeful, because she thinks now she’s found people that could be that for her.

She’s knocking on the trailer now and she can hear Eddie scrambling for the door on the other side. He swings it open, his guitar in his other hand. “Max!” He exclaims, a bright smile lighting up his entire face when he sees her. “Come in. I was just learning a special song.”

Max makes her way up the steps into the trailer and follows Eddie into the living room. Eddie drops into the sole armchair in the room, leaving Max to the plaid couch. It was old and the fabric was a little scratchy, but it was soft in all the right places. She sits with her back against one of the arms, lifting her legs to stretch in front of her. Her ankles were a bit swollen today because of the weather and they were irritated. She was supposed to keep them elevated when that happened.

“So what’s the song?” She asks. Eddie smiles and starts playing. He’d already played her “Running Up That Hill” in the hospital so many times, she was almost getting sick of it, but this time it’s “Hounds of Love.” Max can’t help but smile as she listens.

When the song is over, Eddie says, “I’m making my way through the entire album.” He doesn’t say ‘just in case’ but Max hears it anyway and something inside her swells as she looks at him. It’s been hard for them all to believe that the Upside Down is gone and Vecna with it.

There’s another knock on the trailer door then and Eddie smiles at her, placing his guitar in her hands before he goes to answer the door. She strums the strings absently as she waits for him to come back.

Eddie is trying to keep his voice soft, maybe so she doesn’t hear, but she hears anyway. “Hey Stevie, Max is here.”

She can’t hear Steve’s response but then Eddie’s stepping back, making space for Steve to come through the door. Then Steve is there, smiling, grocery bags in hand.

“Hey, Max,” Steve calls over to her. “Any dinner plans tonight?"

Max just shakes her head, smiling back.

“Good, because I’m cooking the best pasta you’ll ever taste in your life.” Steve’s grinning now as he pulls off his jacket and starts unpacking his bags, arranging his ingredients on the counter in the kitchen. Max’s eyes dart over to Eddie and she can see the way he’s looking at Steve. It’s the same way that she’s seen Will look at Mike or the way that Lucas looks at her when he thinks she’s not paying attention. Eddie’s looking at Steve like he's hung the moon.

“Oh,” she says, almost involuntarily. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You could never,” Steve says, pulling several pots from a cabinet near the stove. Max doesn’t miss the way he seems to know his way around the trailer. “Right, Munson?”

Eddie seems to shake himself from a daze. “Absolutely, Mayfield. You gotta stay. Steve’s, like, a professional chef. Wayne’ll be here too.” Eddie leaves Steve to start preparing their meal in the tiny kitchen and comes back over. “Wanna learn some chords while we wait?”

Max nods and Eddie starts to show her where she’s supposed to put her fingers, how to strum using his guitar pick. At some point, Wayne emerges from his room down the hall, making his way to the refrigerator and grabbing a beer. He makes conversation with Steve in the kitchen while Max and Eddie keep playing. Before long, Steve’s calling them over to the kitchen table while Wayne arranges the place settings.

Max can’t remember the last time she’s had a dinner like this. Her mom wasn’t really the cooking type anymore and she was at work more often than not these days anyway. Max smiles at the way Wayne and Eddie tease each other, how it’s so clear they love each other. She laughs at Wayne’s stories of the guys at the plant, at the dumb shit they do when they’ve been drinking on the nights they have off. She laughs at the way Eddie makes fun of Steve for being popular and playing basketball and how Steve makes fun of Eddie for being a nerd.

She can’t remember the last time she’s felt like this, like there’s something fuzzy flowing through her veins. She looks around the table at the three men and she can’t help but think that this is what a family is supposed to feel like.

The pasta’s pretty good too.

you can read the full (complete) fic “sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine)” on ao3 here

#i just posted a different part of this fic but then changed my mind #here’s my Wayne Eddie Steve max tiny little family headcanon #i love them your honor #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington #max mayfield #multiple povs and nonlinear narrative tho #long post #idk how to add a read more on mobile I’m so sorry #my writing

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croszukis · 13 days

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#mobile upload bc i’m watching a kdrama w my fam #but neeeeed this on my blog #nick suzuki #oh captain 😭#i’m going to write a sappy end of season post tomorrow

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silvery-bluish · 5 months

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12 for ars for the touchy prompt

It’s been Months whoops. Thank you for the ask!!

Contents: Pushing a strand of hair behind their ear, Arsinoe & Themmy. Stepdays.

Wordcount: 499

Warnings: None!

12. Pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

Door one is easy enough, slip your gloves off and into your pockets to pick the lock more easily. The second is— less so. Mostly because there isn’t actually a keyhole on the side of the door you’re on. Deadbolt on the other side, maybe.

“Your turn,” you say, making a little gesture for Themmy to go ahead, because while lockpicks are more subtle, acid’s useful in a pinch.

They grin at you, rubbing their hands together briefly. Yellow daffodils on their nails that are about to vanish rather abruptly. “Gonna make me do the hard work, huh?”

“I’d unscrew the damn thing if I could reach the hinges,” you say, little head tilt as you consider the doorframe. They laugh, pressing their hands against the seam between door and doorframe. The acrid sizzle of acid on metal.

You fuss with your lockpicks, tucking them back into their pocket against your ribs. Slim zipper hidden by teal piping.

“I’ve got my damn hair in my eyes again,” Anathema gripes, hands still planted on approximately where the hinges are. “I always forget to bring a spare hair tie.”

You’re quiet a moment, watching the metal sizzle and listening to them continue to grumble about it under their breath. Fidget with your pockets, circle of elastic ending up around your wrist. “Do you want help?” you ask, and their eyes flick over to you, half-obscured by red curls fallen into their face.

You pluck the elastic around your wrist in emphasis, and their eyes soften, smile curling the edges of what used to be an annoyed expression. Good. Their face is shaped for smiling, not scowling. You always felt like it suited them better.

“Sure, Arsenic. Ponytail me.” A little laugh, as they tilt their head towards you. “Doesn’t need to be a nice one.”

You smile back at them, not that they can tell through your mask. Quick slide of your hand to tuck hair behind one of their ears, temporary stopgap before you circle around to behind them.

Once you’re out of sight, they ask, “Are you carrying around hair ties for me?” It’s half-tease half-touched, like they already know the answer without you saying anything.

“They’re useful for other things,” you defend, and then, “You always forget.” Carefully pull their hair together at the nape of their neck, trying not to yank on it or tickle them.

Your nails catch on their hair, a little, chipped polish, but they don’t complain about it. Bundled together bright red curls, remnants of bright colored hair chalk clinging to the strands. Getting on your hands, too, but that’s alright. Loop the hair tie once, twice, a careful third time to hold it in place.

“Thanks,” Themmy says, when you’ve finished and pulled your hands away. You haven’t stepped away yet, so they bump you gently with their shoulder. Your mask is still down, so they can’t see it, but you’re still smiling at them.

You’re pretty sure they can tell anyway.

#fhr #fallen hero #arsinoe #bookish.txt #my writing #sidestep #ask game #anathema #I Care Anathema Greatly #and this is some silly fluff #I don’t know exactly what they’re up to don’t worry abt it #sorry if the formatting is weird I’m posting from mobile #Arsinoe had short hair in the step days they did not need hair ties

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snifflyjoonie · 10 months

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Call Me What I Am

In which Jimin has to take an immediate leave from work.

Whump-centric featuring an injured Jimin and a stubborn Yoongi. (plus a little allergic!Yoongi as a treat)

Word count: 3032

FlowerShop!AU Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

a/n: Hi, all! I’m so excited but so incredibly nervous to be back with my first full-length fic in awhile. I feel so unbelievably rusty, and I’m really hoping that doesn’t reflect too much in my writing. I’m so beyond appreciate of those of you that have been so kind to me while I took a much longer than anticipated hiatus. But I’m happy to be back! The featured flower for this installment is a black dahlia. Points if you know what types of emotions they represent! This is my first ever fic on this blog that doesn’t involve illness, and is my first injury fic period. It required me to do a bit of research, so I hope I did the story justice! Please let me know if you guys end up liking this one xx thanks for reading!

It had only taken Jimin a few months to realize that there truly was no-one out there quite like Min Yoongi.

Granted, he had expected so from the very beginning. There was just something about the tattoo artist that continued to draw Jimin in the more they spent their time together. Each date would seem better than the last, and Jimin found himself more times than not planning out what the two could do on their next outing before the current one had even finished. But despite the unbridled amounts of joy they would experience together, there was something about Yoongi that had been on Jimin’s mind for quite some time now.

For one reason or another, the tattooer did not want to call him his ‘boyfriend’.

The pair had been exclusively seeing each other for a while now and had mutually enjoyed every single excursion they’d been on, but yet…nothing had been made official. Jimin was more than ready, but Yoongi – despite his normal air of nonchalance – seemed oddly hesitant. The florist had tried to subtly hint at his eagerness to be partners, but whenever any kind of ‘boyfriend’ or ‘lable’ conversation began to rear its ugly head, Yoongi was always quick to change the subject. Jimin had even tried asking Namjoon about it, hopeful that maybe the man’s ex-coworker could shed some light on his uncertainty, but all the other could offer was a shake of his head and an unsure-sounding ‘Yoongi is…just like that.’

Yoongi’s unwillingness, or perhaps tentativeness, to solidify their relationship had started to fill Jimin with anxiety and self-doubt. The longer this went on, the worse the feelings would get. There were many nights he’d lie awake second guessing if he was maybe too loud on their most recent date, or possibly too giddy, or too annoying…too anything that would make Yoongi not want to see him anymore. But, Yoongi would always call him the next day, ready to plan something else, or to even just talk. It would always leave Jimin feeling more confused by the end of it. It almost felt as if he was getting pulled in two different directions — the relief of Yoongi still wanting to see him on one side and the frustration of maybe not being good enough on the other.

Finally, Jimin had had enough. He was going to get an answer out of Yoongi one way or another. He owed it to himself. He wasn’t going to get strung along like all of the other times in his life.

Yoongi was going to make a decision whether he liked it or not, no matter the outcome.

Jimin stares out his shop’s window with his chin resting in his palm as the fingers of his free hand drum anxious melodies against the wood of his front counter. It’s raining outside, and the florist can see the fat water droplets draw indiscernible patterns as they trickle down the window pane. It has been raining for two days straight and, according to the weather forecast, would rain for at least three more. Jimin sighs. It was almost as if the weather outside could feel his own inner turmoil, the sky crying alongside him in chaotic solidarity.

He pushes himself away from the counter and heads over to the front door, locking it and flipping his sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’. Today had dragged on, and Jimin was both relieved and nervous when the clock had finally struck five.

He had been anxious all day, playing the conversation he wanted to have with Yoongi over and over on loop in his head. He dreaded the worst case scenario. Despite what he kept telling himself, he really wasn’t ready to possibly lose the other. He couldn’t bear the thought.

Letting out a shaky breath, Jimin pulls on his coat and slips on his shoes. He knew Yoongi would be at his tattoo parlour tonight, so that was where Jimin would head next. It was now or never.

As he pushes open the door and tumbles in, Jimin hears the words before he fully registers that Jungkook is resting stomach down on one of Yoongi’s tattoo beds.

“Oh shit, Yoongi — your boyfriend is here.”

He sees Yoongi glance over his shoulder towards him briefly before turning his focus back onto the half finished artwork on Jungkook’s back. If he was at all taken aback by Jungkook labelling him as “boyfriend” his face doesn’t show it.

“Hey.” He greets, and Jimin is barely able to make it out over the buzzing sound of his tattoo gun.

“Hey, sorry to bug you.” Jimin huffs as his soggy hair drips cold raindrops down his cheeks. “I knew you were working late so I thought I’d drop off some food. Hey, Gguk. There’s enough for you too, if you want.”

Jungkook makes an appreciative noise as he turns to Yoongi with mock surprise plastered on his face.

“Yoongiiiii, I would die for your boyfriend.”

There it is again, that word...boyfriend. It makes Jimin go ridgid, but why would Jungkook consider them anything else?

This time he sees Yoongi scoff slightly before deciding to speak up.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” He mumbles as he turns his attention back to Jimin, his expression unreadable. “Just put the bags on that table there.” He nods towards a small coffee table that sits in the corner of the room. “I’m a little busy right now.”

Jimin can see Jungkook’s eyes dart to him like a homing beacon. He’s waiting for a reaction, waiting to see if what Yoongi said was out of line or really the truth. Jimin doesn’t give it to him. He instead simply smiles tightly, nods, and sets the food down where Yoongi had instructed.

“It’s Chinese.” He murmurs. “Hopefully it’s okay.”

Yoongi hums instead of responding. He’s too focused on what he’s doing which Jimin finds both admirable as well as frustrating. Jungkook on the other hand seems ecstatic, which Jimin guesses he appreciates.

“You guys…almost done?” He questions as he wiggles out of his soggy jacket and kicks off his muddy shoes.

“Nearly.” Yoongi deadpans as Jimin slowly makes his way over to take a peek. From what he can see, Yoongi is etching one of his beautiful signature floral pieces into the other’s skin. The artist had already finished the line work and was now working on delicately shading each individual petal.

“Like it?” Jungkook asks, his smile growing when Jimin nods back. “I just let Yoongi do whatever he wanted this time. I’m glad he had some space for me today because I—”

The host is cut off as Yoongi suddenly sniffs sharply, lifting the tattoo gun from Jungkook’s back as he pushes himself away. Jimin can see him scrunch up his nose before he aggressively begins to rub it against his shoulder.

“All good?” Jungkook asks, glancing curiously over his shoulder to try and see why the tattoo artist has stopped.

“Ugh, yeah, just…fuck.” Yoongi suddenly snaps his attention to Jimin and the florist is surprised to see that he’s glaring. “Did you come straight from the shop?”

“I? Yes?” Jimin blinks, surprised by the sudden bite in Yoongi’s voice. “I mean I grabbed the Chinese before coming here, but I—”

He’s cut off by the artist aggressively waving him away.

“Look at you, your shirt’s covered in pollen. Ugh, you smell like a goddamn garden, Jimin, back up.”

Although taken aback by the other’s hostility, Jimin obeys without question and takes a deliberate step backward. He’s aware of Jungkook’s eyes once again locking onto him, clearly searching his face for any sign that Yoongi’s behaviour is perhaps abnormal, but again Jimin remains stoic.

“Why are you even—hh—hH’ISSHhhiuew!” Yoongi interrupts himself with a sneeze that he desperately tries to aim anywhere but towards his sanitised equipment. After the first comes a second, and then a third. Finally Yoongi swears loudly and slams his tattoo gun down onto his table, swivelling fast in his chair towards Jimin. “What are you doing here, Jimin.” His voice is like venom, but he becomes considerably less intimidating upon a gurgling sniffle. “I’m busy tonight. I told you that when you texted me yesterday.”

“I just needed to talk to you, Yoongi.” Jimin murmurs, “I knew you’d be here and I don’t mind waiting. Why don’t I just go sit in the lobby so I don’t—”

“Talk about what?” Yoongi cuts him off as he presses his nose against his tattooed forearm. “What could possibly be so urgent?”

For the first time since walking into the tattoo parlour, Jimin can feel his voice start to falter. Up until this moment Yoongi had never once before spoken to him in this tone, and frankly, the florist wasn’t sure what to make of it. He had expected Yoongi to get annoyed with him, granted, but to be annoyed even before the conversation he wanted to have began was making Jimin’s initial adrenaline start to sputter and fizzle out.

“I think I’d…rather talk in private.” He almost whispers, glancing towards Jungkook with mild embarrassment as the host looks back and forth between the two. “That’s why I don’t mind waiting. I’m sorry about this, Gguk…” he offers meekly, but the host quickly shakes his head and gestures that it’s fine. Despite this, Jimin can still tell that he feels uncomfortable — who wouldn’t?

“You came all of this way without warning, you’ve now interrupted my session, and on top of everything you’ve made my allergies flare up in the middle of a tattoo.” Yoongi scoffs, emphasising his last point with another wet sniffle as he pulls off his gloves, making Jimin wince. “So you might as well just say what you need to say so that I can blow my nose and get back to work.”

“Yoongi, I really—”

“Jimin, just get on with it.”

“But I just—”

“Listen, you’ve got about five seconds before I—”

“Yoongi, I need to talk to you about us!” Jimin blurts, instantly flushing red as he watches Yoongi’s mouth fall agape, his sentence abruptly dying on his tongue. Jungkook in turn buries his face into his hands, clearly wishing he could be anywhere else but here.

“…What?” Yoongi chokes, obviously taken aback.

“Us, Yoongi.” Jimin continues on, desperately trying to ignore the unexpected third person in the room. “I just…need to talk to you about us.”

To Jimin’s surprise, a light pink blush begins to spread across Yoongi’s cheeks.

“…What about us?”

“I just…” Jimin rakes a hand through his damp hair and allows himself a moment to search for the right words. Despite all of his attempts to prepare for this conversation he still doesn’t feel ready. “…I need you to tell me what I am to you.” He finally says, locking eyes with Yoongi as he does so. “I need to hear you say it.”

“And this couldn’t wait?”

“I’ve been waiting.” Jimin retorts, but the tone of his voice is starting to noticeably pitch up in desperation. “It’s been months, Yoongi.”

“And somehow you think the right time to bring this up to me is when I’m…when I’m in the middle of— HATSH’hhiuew!” Yoongi twists to the side and catches his sudden sneeze into cupped hands before he swears loudly once again. Jimin can see he’s getting visibly agitated at himself and the situation, but the florist isn’t ready to back down.

“I tried to tell you it could wait until you were finished, but you weren’t listening!” Jimin shouts back as thunder claps somewhere off in the distance.

“Why the hell does this matter so much to you?”

Because I’m falling in love with you!

Jimin bites down hard on his tongue and fights back the tears that are starting to well up in his eyes as his inner voice screams the words he’s too afraid to say. The silence that follows is loud and horrible, only being broken by the crashing sound of raindrops as they pelt wildly against the windows.

“Jimin,” Yoongi continues after a moment when it’s clear Jimin has nothing more to say. “I like you and I want to keep seeing you. Shouldn’t that be enough? Why do you want to label this so badly?”

The florist feels his cheeks grow hotter with a mix of rage and humiliation. The conversation was going absolutely nowhere and he nearly felt ready to rip his hair out. He opens his mouth to respond again, to maybe come up with some type of response that would somehow magically show Yoongi exactly why it felt so important to him, but instead he’s cut off by a sudden interjection from Jungkook.

“Um,” the host starts, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “I know this is probably bad timing, but…are we going to eat that Chinese food, or…?”

The other two stare blankly at him in pure dumbfoundment. Sensing this, Jungkook merely nods in understanding and resumes his futile attempt to disappear. Yoongi is the first to speak back up, but thanks to Jungkook there is considerably less tension permeating the air around them.

“Jimin,” he sighs, and Jimin can see the man’s eyes visibly darken.

The same eyes that he could see oceans in, the eyes he’d get lost in, the eyes he’s grown to love…Jimin dreads what’s to come next.

“I think you’d better leave.”

The bluntness of Yoongi’s words cut into him like a hot knife through butter. He purses his lips and nods, doing everything in his power to fight the continued urge to cry. He feels stupid, regretful, and unbelievably embarrassed. He’d really thought that Yoongi was someone special, someone different, someone he could truly see himself loving for years to come. He was devastated to realize that wasn’t the case.

Without another word Jimin heads to the door. He pulls on his now chilly, damp jacket, slips into his water-logged shoes as fast as he can, and rips open the door. The violent rain wastes no time slamming against him like a thousand tiny bee stings as the hot summer storm rages with no sign of letting up.

Blinded by an indecipherable mixture of his own tears and the pouring rain, Jimin can’t help but immediately lose his footing on the steps outside of Yoongi’s shop. He tries to catch himself, reaching out dramatically for the railing to his side, but it’s too late.

The florist tumbles to the ground and lands hard onto his right wrist with a horrifically gory sounding crunch.

Hot searing pain shoots through Jimin’s joint like lightning. The agonizing tendrils reach all the way down to his elbow and up the very tips of each of his fingers. He cries out involuntarily and the sound he makes is shrill and animalistic. He barely even recognizes it as his own voice.

It feels almost as if he's been punched in the gut; he gasps for air greedily through his now gritted teeth but it never feels like enough. He sees spots and his head swims. Any attempt he makes to move his wrist is met by unimaginable amounts of sharp, protesting pain and he knows without a doubt that he’s broken it.

The florist grits his teeth harder still, whimpers, and awkwardly tries to cradle his now broken wrist. He swallows thickly at the misshapen sight of it and starts to feel woozy. He desperately tries to will away the cloudiness that starts nipping at the edges of his consciousness — he had never been good with pain and this time was clearly no different, if not worse, and now Jimin was almost certain that he was going to pass out.

Suddenly the door of the tattoo studio flies open and out rushes Yoongi with Jungkook hot on his heels.

The men rush down the stairs carefully and are on Jimin in a second, but the florist can barely register their presence. He’s able to hear Yoongi ask him if he’s okay, but it’s muffled and low. Jimin can’t respond, he can only gasp.

“Emergency services, what’s the location of your emergency?”

Jimin blinks up at Yoongi, his eyelids starting to feel heavy. He can see Yoongi barking his shop’s address into his cellphone, but everything is starting to feel much slower than normal. He vaguely registers Jungkook trying to help him sit up as rain pours down around them.

“Alright sir, and what seems to be the problem?”

Jimin realizes that Yoongi’s phone is on speaker as the blonde quickly begins assisting Jungkook.

“Hi, yeah, we need an ambulance. Fuck. His wrist is broken really badly. I think he slipped down the stairs? Fuuuuck, how long will it take?”

Jimin can hear the rising panic in Yoongi’s voice as his vision begins to blur around the edges.

“We have paramedics on route, sir. What is your relation to the injured?”

“My boyfriend.” Yoongi chokes out. “He’s my boyfriend. Shit, please just hurry, I think he’s passing out.”

“They’re on their way, sir. I need you to stay with him until they get there, okay?”

Jimin can feel Yoongi carefully pull him into his lap as he speaks, but he can’t hear what the other is saying anymore. It sounds too muffled and too far away, almost as if he were drowning thousands of feet underwater whereas Yoongi was somewhere safe on dry land.

He blinks one more time, one last in vain effort to try and stay conscious as Yoongi leans his upper body over him, shielding him from the rain and speaking more words that Jimin just can’t make out. He wishes he could stay present, hear Yoongi, assure him that he would be fine, but it was fruitless. He knew himself, and at this point there was nothing he could do to stop the darkness from enveloping him like a wet weighted blanket.

As Jimin finally lets himself succumb to blissful unconsciousness, his mind explodes into images of intricate and colourful floral patterns before everything fades away. The last thing he registers is the feeling of a gentle kiss being placed on his forehead as the wail of a far-off siren fights to slice its way through the thick summer storm.

#AHHH IM SO SCARED TO POST LOL #I’m doing this on mobile so I am hoping and praying it posts correctly #god I hope you guys like this #I’m so worried my writing may’ve suffered in my absence and just ufgggjdjssks #but what can you do #allergic!yoongi #bts whump #mine #bts sickfic #Tw injury #yoonmin #bts au #sorry that I made them fight LOL #bts snzfic #kind of if you squint heehee #bear with me I’ll update my fic masterpost when I get on my laptop later #bts snz

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fogwitchoftheevermore · 2 months

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evolution smp 🤝 comics

having a pretty large backlog of content that many people are unwilling to consume before getting into the fandom so they make art/fic/posts from a “solely read fanfiction and not consumed the media itself” space and it results in beliefs about the world/characters/lore that are extremely divorced from the series itself overtaking the fan space.

#space rambles #lil hater moments #yes this post is why i made up that tag #i’ll be real. this is. perhaps a little mean. hence why i am not tagging it #not maintagging it i mean. i’m on mobile i’m not fixing that #but it’s true. and you know it #to be clear i am not a comics fan but a lot of my friends are #so i’m like. aware of this #but i think people writing watcher fic should do the thing that comics writers sometimes do #which is put in the notes/tags ‘i haven’t read the comics but i read fics i really liked’#so that i know when i should leave #like i KNOW that eyes and ears is pretty divorced from evos lore at this point #it’s an au of the life series and also of evos #but that doesn’t mean knowing nothing about evos ISNT detrimental to how you think about the life series #because there is simply SO MUCH that we don’t know about eyes and ears #and you can either fill those gaps with things that are based in evos/informed by knowledge of evos #or you can. not.#this is ESPECIALLY true for depictions of the listeners but it’s also obviously true of the watchers #like i’m sure i’ve encountered good content about the watchers from people who have not watched evos/know nothing about it #just like. statistically.#i suspect it was probably content having to do w/ martyn specifically. most specifically having to do w/ the void #cause like. idk i trust martyn writers most of the time #but i digress #this wasn’t supposed to be a rant. i am so sorry

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stardustedsins · 26 days

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Kiss Prompts #27. A kiss as a suggestion

Hol Horse/reader (gender neutral reader)

You eat while you walk, eyeing each stall with their flashing lights and brightly colored banners. You’re almost done with your cotton candy, and then you’ll have both hands free for games. You and Hol are spending the day at an amusement park, and you’re enjoying all the rides, treats, and carnival games you possibly can.

“Want a bite before I finish it?” You ask, offering it to Hol.

“No way. I already ate too much.” He says, referring to the giant funnel cake he’d insisted on finishing after you’d just had corndogs and soft pretzels.

“Suit yourself.” You eat the last few bites and toss the paper cone in the next trash can you pass by. “Now let’s play some games!”

You throw rings at milk bottles, and rubber balls at little wooden cutouts of clowns. Hol tries a guessing game, but doesn’t get the number of marbles in the jar right. You race each other with rubber ducks, blasting them with water cannons to push them along their little channels to the goal (you win). You don’t do well enough at any one game to get a big prize.

But that will have to change, because you’ve just spotted the best top tier prize in the whole place, and you have to have it.

“Over here!” You grab his hand and pull him along after you to see what game is offering that prize. It’s a simple-looking target shooting game, the kind with some stationery targets and some moving ones.

You put your money on the counter for one play, and the attendant hands you the toy rifle. You don’t think you’re a bad shot, but every target you hit stays stubbornly standing instead of falling back.

“You gotta hit ‘em dead center.” The attendant tells you. “Want to try again?”

“Yeah.” You decide, paying for a second try. You’re able to mail a few stationary targets, but you’re not quite accurate enough to knock down enough of the moving ones to get your prize.

“I was so close!” You grumble, fishing out the money for a third round, but Hol stops you.

“Don’t spend all your money on one game, it’s still early.”

“I want that.” You point out your goal prize. “I can try at least one more time. Unless you think you can do better?”

You’re only teasing, you know he can do much better.

“In my sleep, honey.”

“Then why don’t you win it for me?”

“Hmm…” He makes a show of thinking about it. “What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll make it worth your time.” You promise, standing on your toes to give him a kiss on the lips, followed by a wink. You’re in public, and the attendant can hear every word you say, so you won’t share just how you plan to reward him, but it’s clear he gets the idea.

He puts down the money to play, but you catch him before he takes the gun.

“No Emperor. Play fair.” You murmur so the game attendant won’t hear you. You know he could easily win several of these games with his stand, even the ones like this that are made to be difficult, but where’s the fun in that?

“If you insist.” He says, picking up the gun and raising it to aim.

He nails nearly every target, close enough to the center to knock them down, even the moving ones, only missing two. It’s enough for your prize, but he still looks a little annoyed by those two still standing.

“Congratulations, and here you are.” The game attendant hands the prize directly to you.

“Now what about my prize?” Hol asks as you walk away from the stall.

“You’ll have to wait. Like you said, it’s still early. I want to see the rest of the games.” You tuck your prize under your arm and head for the next stall. Hol grumbles a little, but he follows you anyway. He’ll get his reward when you get home tonight.

#I hope the formatting doesn’t get messed up bc I’m posting from mobile!#sfw #gender neutral reader #my writing #kiss prompts #stardust crusaders #hol horse

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elibean · 9 months

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Dazai ain’t deaaaaaad no one in this damn series ever stays dead

#text post #bsd spoilers #this is like my least favorite trope #where they try to kill off someone who clearly isn’t dead #jjk did it with itadori mha did it with bakugou bsd did it with akutagawa and also dazai in dead apple lmao #tpn did it with norman #the anime i just watched JUST did it with lu guang tho id argue they handled that a little differently #it’d be interesting writing if he did stay dead though #and i’m saying this as a dazai fan #i wanna see atsu and akutagawa’s reactions!!#anyway #this and noragami spoilers on the same day #Suffering Time #ok wait you can’t edit tags on mobile but #i rescind the tpn statement that one was kind of different #in exchange let me supply a different example #…nah i cant think of anything #i watch too much iyashikei and SOL for this to be a recurring theme lol

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regnantlight · 5 months

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Just a tiny princess popping in to say hello. ❤️

#|| mobile ooc ||#((I’m going to have to relearn so much about tumblr when I begin writing here again haha))#((Legacy?? WHAT is a Legacy?))#((It’s planting seeds in the ground you never get to see…))#((but seriously I don’t know the difference between the legacy posting and the not legacy posting. 😂))

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doomdays · 3 months

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he still doesn't know @warpainte that well personally, but what he does know is that he's found a sense of comfort in being around her since even before he was lost, and it's still true now that he's back here with everyone. they're all looking at him a certain way, begging him for answers that he doesn't have, and being around people again is only making him feel overwhelmed. but being around her feels easy, even if it's rare that she's alone, in a way that makes him feel comfortable enough to spend his time with her, even if it's just to sit near her. it's what he does now, taking a seat next to her, realizing he's seen her alone more than not lately -- which is understandable, considering everything that's unfolded the last few days, but he doesn't know how to comfort anyone else, nor can he process what they've all lost, so this is his only real source of peace.

he waits for a moment before he opens the notebook in his lap --- what was once someone's math homework now half-torn out, the other half filled with javi's drawings, only a few pages left. he hasn't really allowed himself to consider what happens when he does run out, because asking anyone else for more doesn't feel like an option, despite how calming it's been for him to turn to art when he hasn't yet found --- but for now, he starts to rip out one of his last pieces of paper, complete with a drawing of a dove. he couldn't explain why --- maybe it's the sense of peace he feels around her --- but it's the first thing he thought of when he decided he was going to draw something for her, like the smallest of gifts would help lighten her mood even a little bit. he turns his head towards her, but his eyes don't meet hers directly, only handing off the drawing to indicate that it's something he made specifically for her.

#warpainte #thread: j. martinez.#Being brave and posting this from mobile #lore in this verse is so ridiculous I’m writing a child

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hollyleavees · 1 year

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Something I’m super excited to see be elaborated on in the DLC are all those loose ends left in the Scarlet/Violet book, and I’ve had an insane number of ideas pinging around my skull like a game of pong trying to piece everything together so please bear with me for a sec.

The most interesting page in the Scarlet/Violet book for me is the “Phantom Memory” excerpt, where Heath writes this:

I can’t really decipher anything from the sketches, but from what I can guess, I’d say that the diagram in the top left is either a detailed reconstruction of the third legendary’s hexagonal shell plates or a possible inspiration for Sada and Turo’s Tera Orbs.

But onto the most interesting part of this page: Heath’s conversation with an unknown second party in a location he claimed resembled “a dream”. Whoever he spoke with, they made absolutely sure that he left with the information on that page, whatever it may be, even going as far as to—assumedly—borrow his body and write it down for him.

This page isn’t the only one to mention Heath’s separation from the research team, though:

“A Disk Pokèmon?: While separated from the research team in the crater’s depths, I found a strange…entity. Whether it was a Pokèmon, or even alive at all, I know not. It bore a shell with layers of overlapping hexagons, and gleamed brighter still than gemstone. Viewed as a whole, it resembled a mysterious, brilliant disk.”

Heath mentions that the entity he encountered prior to falling unconscious doesn’t appear to be alive, and this distinction leads me to think that this creature—most likely the third legendary—is who he spoke with during his out-of-body experience. And like I mentioned earlier, for some reason this entity wanted him to leave Area Zero with information relating to the terastallization phenomenon, which is directly tied to energy being exuded by the crystals in the Great Crater of Paldea. Similar to how Eternatus discharged Galar particles that could be used for Dynamaxing, this third legendary is the root of this energy. Which leads me into my next thought:

The “This energy can alter the function of living things…” part in particular is what caught my eye. This energy affects organic life as a whole, not just Pokèmon, who terastallize; so then what effects do humans experience under these same circumstances? Does it relate back to Heath’s loss of memory/consciousness and him suddenly having that unexplained page of information?

I think it does, because Heath isn’t the only person who may have inexplicably garnered knowledge due to the crystals:

I originally interpreted this piece of dialogue as “Humans don’t have the technology or energy necessary to accommodate such a technological leap quite yet”, but the AI’s use of “knowledge” implies its a lack of intelligence that’s the problem. Therefore, it’s suggested that after being exposed to the crystals, Sada and Turo suddenly had the intellect required to craft the most advanced AI ever produced. I wonder if they experienced something similar to Heath and spoke with the same unfamiliar entity that he did. In the first research lab base, you can find the first of the professor’s journals in which they actually refer to the entity by name; it’s scrubbed out, though.

The history classes also have some tid-bits that may relate back to this topic too. Raifort mentions in one of her lectures that after researchers discovered terstallized Pokèmon in Area Zero, they tried to bring them to the surface; once they brought them all the way back up, though, the crystal had vanished. So terastallizing was only possible down in Area Zero, where the energy was concentrated and easily accessible. That was 87 years ago; now in the present day, not only can terastallized Pokèmon be found wandering Paldea, but whole swathes of crystals are forming above ground due to energy leaks from Area Zero. I don’t think it’s ever stated when terastallizing began to occur outside of the crater, but I’m curious if Sada and Turo’s invention of the Tera Orbs—or the construction of the time machine—may be connected.

And that’s not all; the crystals’ relation to time travel is also significant, as alluded by Arven’s dialogue in the post-game, when he’s going through his parent’s research articles in the academy lobby (I don’t have screenshots, unfortunately). Somehow, prior to and independent of the time machine, Paradox Pokèmon have been appearing in Area Zero and Area Zero only. Additionally, the AI brings up that the Great Crater is shrouded by a barrier of some kind, a barrier that a few Paradox Pokèmon have managed to breach, such as Great Tusks and Iron Treads. I assume the Disk Pokèmon is able to traverse time to some degree, whether it be seeing through the past and future or—like a time-related version of Hoopa—dragging specimens through time to the present.

Finally, all of this culminates into this question: for what reason would the third legendary need to impart knowledge about it’s own power to humanity’s brightest? I think it ties back to another page in the Scarlet/Violet Book:

These metal plates are scattered throughout Area Zero, and they keep reminding me of the stakes trapping the Paldean Treasure legendaries up on the surface. They can’t be destroyed easily, and the metal that they’re made out of wasn’t able to be identified by Heath and his team.

So, my theory is this: the Disk Pokèmon, for whatever reason (possible ecological collapse?), was confined to the deepest part of Area Zero. The metal plates dispersed around the site conduct the unseen barrier surrounding the Great Crater, and its this barrier that keeps the entity imprisoned; chances are, the legendary’s own power was harnessed against it and used as a source to fuel the barrier. However, Paradox Pokèmon—some of them, at least—are able to circumvent it and break through, and as the AI states, if enough Pokèmon do, the barrier will shatter. The Disk Pokèmon was likely weakened by the plates, though; it’s only able to bring so many Paradox Pokèmon into Area Zero at a time. In order to escape, it’ll need outside help, and through it’s gift of foresight it knows that a human—one blinded by a dream of paradise—will be key to destroying the barrier surrounding the crater. All it needs to do is pull some strings: give Heath the necessary information about the crystals to publish in his Scarlet/Violet Book, thus introducing the means by which the time machine + Tera Orbs can be built and stoking the professor’s interest in the crater; “introduce itself” once the professor is down in Area Zero to start research for the Tera Orb project, allowing them to further understand where this energy originates; and offer its insight to the professor after their team and research/romantic partner leaves them on their own to build the time machine—it too dreams of paradise, a paradise where it can be free, and so its willing to offer knowledge in exchange for their dream to come true. Through the Tera Orbs and the construction of the time machine, energy is being expelled from Area Zero, which then means the plates have less to power the barrier. And with each Paradox Pokèmon that is brought to the present through the time machine, the barrier is able to keep less and less from slipping through. With a brittle barrier and an influx of Paradox Pokèmon, the Disk Pokèmon is set to escape…until you shut down the Paradise Protection Protocol, and it’s seemingly game over. But with control over time and abstract communication, the legendary isn’t short of options: maybe it would pull the deceased professor into the present from the past to finish what they started? Maybe it would try to communicate with the other parent and research partner, the one that left? Or, maybe it tries to reach out to you, the player, and tricks you into releasing it? In short, I need more of that “human + legendary Pokèmon cooperate for a common interest” villain dynamic.

Is it way too plot-heavy and definitely farfetched for a DLC? Oh definitely, but the idea of an immaterial legendary Pokèmon taking advantage of humanity’s thirst for knowledge in order to free itself or achieve some other motive sounds sick and now I’m obsessed with it.

#i can only hope that any of this makes sense lmao #there’s probably other details and stuff that i’ve missed (like the paradox suicune and virizion) but my brain is FRIED #feel free to add on i am starving for other people’s thoughts on this kind of stuff #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #sv spoilers #pokemon spoilers #professor turo #professor sada #catch me running back to delete this post once the dlc comes out so i don’t look like a dumbass #i’m writing this on mobile and the read more automatically adds on to long posts #if it doesn’t please let me know; you guys shouldn’t have to scroll through this monster ahsjsjf

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zoomingupthathilla · 4 months

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I want to explore max after vecna a little more … 🥺

#ooc #{mad max out #mobile post #I know I keep saying I’m going to write but with irl being hectic & letting a few anons get to me over the last couple of days.#I’ve been the WORST & haven’t made time for replies.#I reallllly want to be here tomorrow though; miss you all & max is begging for some interactions.

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thelonelywiz · 4 months

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THE POET VIRGIL.

“Death and grief, I find, is inherent to vampirism. I’ve seen many die young and old, naturally and unnaturally. It may not look it, but the beast follows me yet still.”

SYNOPSIS.

In a world where monsters and humans coexist, anything can happen. Especially in the brownstones of Brooklyn, New York City.

The famous vampire poet, Virgil, lives with his roommate, Bea, a werewolf and former rock star drummer of BLUDHOUNDS turned grade school teacher. With his very last chapbook in the works and an award ceremony to attend, Virgil has a speech to write. But when his literary agent and best friend (and Bea’s on and off girlfriend), Calypso is found dead, he and Bea are spun into the world of murder mysteries and conspiracy. The threat of succumbing to their monstrosity increases as tensions and risks run higher, and Virgil and Bea must learn to face their grief together despite their differences. With the help of Bea’s brother, Seven; a fairy from the Bronx, Juno; an unlikely ally, and an eager human barista, a team of monsters (and Aaron) is just what the five boroughs need to defeat The Hunters once and for all.

In this romantic comedy turned murder mystery, The Poet Virgil tells a story of death, love, and what it means to be seen as a monster.

NOTES.

Started: Feb 2022

Format: screenplay

Word/page count: 256 pages

Genre: urban fantasy

Themes: grief, justice, friendship, family, generational trauma, love, hope

Content warnings: transphobia, heavily implied child neglect, on-screen child death, domestic violence, on-screen violence, blood & gore

(the following character art was made using wervty’s picrew, the first two are commissioned art by @fesenmoon)

CHARACTERS.

Virgil (he/him): An introverted vampire poet born in 1888. He likes baked goods, all things gothic, and has a special interest in the arts; art history, piano music, and of course, poetry. Protagonist and foil to Bea.

Bea (they/them): The former drummer of the all-werewolf punk rock band BLUDHOUNDS, now they’re a grade school teacher. They are the oldest of 8 and have lots of issues because of it. Deuteragonist and Virgil’s roommate (and foil).

Calypso (she/her): A human who would do anything to protect her friends. Her death haunts the narrative. Virgil’s literary agent and friend, Bea’s on and off girlfriend.

Aaron (he/him): A human barista who’s flirty but so incredibly awkward. A mama’s boy through and through. Virgil’s love interest.

Seven (he/him): The former lead singer of the all-werewolf punk rock band BLUDHOUNDS, now a college dropout. Second oldest out of 8 but is pretty chill about it. Not dissimilar to Beastboy.

Juno (she/her): A nature fairy going to community college. Has a special interest in insects, specifically beetles. Hates being called cute, don’t call her cute.

Belladonna (she/they): A water nymph who does get paid enough for this, but it’s not worth it. Morally gray, knows her way around a silver bullet. Works for the enemy…or do they?

Orpheus (he/him): A human musician that’s too obnoxious for his own good. Has a weird obsession with monsters. How he hasn’t gotten himself killed is anyone’s guess.

Minerva (she/her): A half beast that’s been severely brainwashed. Very bloodthirsty and weirdly into her boss. Has killed and will kill again.

Pandora (she/her): A human woman who really hates monsters, like really hates them. Main antagonist, manipulative and uses eugenics to get her way. Used to be a cop…enough said.

FURTHERMORE…

Feel free to send me asks or prompts about this project! I did a lot of worldbuilding on this and I think about it a normal amount (lying)

Soundtrack: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1irfe7yT2sWBlh506wOJVF?si=iZ5NXL-xQ06fmmIvaven-w

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Main tags: #tpv

Taglist: @calenhads, comment or write in the tags if you want to be added to the taglist :D

#my writing #tpv #writeblr #writerblr #writers on tumblr #I’m v bad at writing character descriptions but I prommy they’re v cool #also i've tagged fensenmoon in sm posts across platforms skdkddkd i just rlly love the way he draws virgil gahhh /pos #his art goes very hard pls peep his art !!!!#also this was gonna be way prettier but I’m all about efficiency folks #sorry it looks so bland the 10 image limit on mobile got my ass #anyway enjoy and pls bother me about this I love screenplay more than anything #<3 #urban fantasy

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