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deadsetobsessions · 3 months

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Danny Phantom Writing Prompt:

When she comes to, a silver haired man with a matching goatee greets her. Kind of. He’s disappointed.

She’s surrounded in neon green and she is so, so, so confused.

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Her name is-

Well. It was something else.

What matters is that Vlad doesn’t call her by anything other than “Danielle” and “you.”

She thinks if she wasn’t who she is- if Vlad hadn’t ripped her out of her own life, poured her tattered soul into this imperfect body- she’d believe the father like figure he’s poorly pretending to be. But she knows. This is a show she’s watched many times. Vlad, even if she hadn’t had years of actual life and the foreknowledge of Danny Phantom, she’d eventually clock him as a villain.

“You can do it, Danielle.” He says.

“Obey, or suffer the consequences,” she hears. She knows manipulation when she hears it. Vlad thinks it’ll work. After all, little pod baby Danielle would know no different than the confining walls of her room. But she does know, and the voices of her loved ones bolster her in this delicate balancing act.

So, she pretends to let him mold her. Let him shape little Danielle into a puppet he could pilot as he wishes.

To act like her body’s template, but to be obedient in ways Danny would never allow himself to be. To turn trusting blue eyes up towards the drawling billionaire and pretend to take his word as gospel.

In return, he gives her more freedom. He thinks it’s control, that she returns even when he gives her ample chances to leave. She knows it’s a test, and she’s always been good at those.

She collects evidence, slowly. Because Vlad might have overshadowed people and signed their companies over to him, but he was sloppy. He was sloppy and she was a paralegal.

——

Vlad gives her the mission she’s been waiting for. She goes to Danny with a neutral mask and acts like a person who knows nothing of normal social cues.

It’s what Vlad expects of her.

The time is not yet right.

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So when the time comes, Danielle makes a decision. She was never the baby Dani. She will never be. When she punches Vlad, she tears into him with everything she has. She makes him bleed and she breaks him and she slaps the anti-ghost belt on him to lock his ability. And she breaks more, just to make sure he might not heal all the way, all the while Danny watches in horror.

And then she starts the process of legally beating him up. Danielle bankrupts Vlad in two months with legal fees, and she takes vicious pleasure in rendering him destitute.

Hah. Try creating clones of your one sided love now, you creepy motherfucker.

——

She’s melting. She makes a joke, because Danny looked terrified and she got attached. Well, it’s hard not to get attached, considering he risked his neck for her even after learning she was there to…

Well.

He saves her. She knew he would.

She’s whole again. Stable. But something in her breaks, because she knows, with a sense of unfathomable knowledge, that she will never rid herself of the name Danielle again. She’s bound to this world. The price for her life was an eternity of imprisonment in a realm where she will never see the people she loves again.

——

“I’m not… I wasn’t always Danielle.” She admits to Danny, Tucker, and Sam.

“What does that even mean?”

She sighed, leaning against the window sill.

“The reason I was stable and my… siblings weren’t was because Vlad ripped my soul out from my body and shoved it into the body of a clone. He killed me.”

Danny stuttered to a close. Grief. She smiles at him.

“Technically, I’m older than you and Jazz.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam says, head buried in her hands. Tucker just stares at her.

“Yeah. Me too. But you shouldn’t blame yourself, Danny.” Danielle knows that look on his face. “I hate him, yeah. But… I can’t change it now. So, I’ll see what this world has to offer.”

“I’m sorry,” Danny says to her.

“I get it.”

And she does. Because Danielle knows what it is to die, now. So does he.

So she flips off the window sill, enjoying her always novel powers of flight, and laughs.

“I’ll be Nellie. You can call me Nellie.”

#danielle phantom #danny phantom #dp writing prompt #you can pry my reincarnation/Isekai stories out of my cold dead hands #reincarnated as Danielle phantom #everything changes #but nothing actually changes #vaguely canon compliant?#danielle fenton #Sam mason #tucker foley #Nellie Fenton

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hierocherry · 7 months

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bpwvr scribbles… y2k high school au @ the gardening club + infatuated by one another <3

[ y2k lw design/au inspo from @/luciidagoat on tiktok ]

#trick actually draws #bapweaver #overwatch #here we go again #ermm anyway this y2k au has been infecting my head #i saw the og tiktok and started brainrotting #bap is on the football team and niran is in the gardening club #american football btw bc ik ill get jumped for calling it rugby hashtag british geezer #but they also go to the same science club #and are even in the same science classes AND CUE THE PINING THE HIGH SCHOOL CRUSHES THE DRAMAAAA #THE DRAMA !!!!!#ill prob doodle more cheesy stuff of this au 🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️#also can i say i love bap’s expression in the 2nd my knees are wobbling #the 2 drawings r seperate things btw so 2nd drawing is canon compliant bpwvr #alright im gonna stfu #y2k #overwatch 2 #baptiste x lifeweaver #lifetiste #lifeweaver x baptiste #overwatch lifeweaver #overwatch baptiste #jean baptiste augustin #niran pruksamanee #satya vaswani #symmetra #yes she returns.#and shes still bapweaver phobic #why are lesbians so mean #bap doesnt get a moment of peace around satya…in every universe she will hunt him down ❤️

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irritablepoe · 6 days

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Cover👏that👏man👏in👏blood👏NOW👏

#ranpoe #bsd poe #poe deserves it he needs to go feral #like actually bite someone that insults ranpo or follow them home and gut them #hang their organs on a clothesline #and when ranpo and him are called to the crime scene the next day he's just silently smiling away #ranpo figures out it's him but obv doesn't say it #and he treats poe with a kiss on the cheek #and perhaps a “good job but next time maybe make it less obvious” dhdjskhdhfhdjs #sorry this isn't canon compliant at all but I'm so here for this

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magnetothemagnificent · 1 year

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X Men alternate universe where mutants are semi-normalized in society in that they're treated like how autistic people are.

There's "Mutant Moms" whose entire personality is talking about how much they suffer having a mutant child and how they feel like they can't love them anymore and oh my how horrible it is to parent such a freak. There's a Mutant Awareness march where a bunch of non-mutants march to spread awareness of how devastating the X Gene is. There's Mutant Speaks which is a mutant hate organization that disguises itself very thinly as having mutants' best interests at heart. Mutants get told "You can't be a mutant! You're not a white telepath! You must be an Inhuman or an experiment-gone-wrong instead, because only white telepaths are mutants."

#I mean it's already partially canon-compliant #just make it more overt #x men #marvel #actually autistic

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of-purple-silks · 3 months

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CROWN SHENANIGANS CANON FUCK YEAH

#oh that makes OPS more canon compliant FUCK yeah #it never needed to be but it is fun!#anyways this short was very fun #just having rando animations for cotl... makes me think of tf2 actually #more things change #something something #cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl red crown #cotl sins of the flesh #fashion and flesh spoilers #ig #do I need to tag it as spoilers? would people even know to filter that?

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oopdeathnote · 1 year

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When will Netflix accept that we don’t need a live action remake of Deathnote we need a comedy/slice of life Wammy kids spinoff

#death note #mihael keehl #near death note #nate river #mello dn #matt death note #wammy kids #it would heal us actually #i think they should make it seemingly non canon compliant #then say that its canon #and wtch the fans scrabble to fit into the lore

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watchyourbuck · 9 months

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Buck and Eddie pretend they don't go to the gym together only to check each other out. Sometimes it's at the firehouse, sometimes it's the actual gym, but the motives are consistent.

Buck has been lying for months to do the same routine as Eddie, he's even had to snuck to the gym alone a few times to complete his own workout. He's so tired of doing abs, but it's worth it. When he sees the man on the mat next to him flex and sweat, it feels like a treat. A delicious, low on carbs treat.

They take turns on the machines and stare awkwardly at each other while the other does the set. Eddie almost always has to turn partially around to hide the growing hardon on his pants as he sees Buck do literally anything with his arms.

It takes nine whole months before Buck breaks and tells Eddie he has a leg day coming up that doesn't align with their program. The puppy eyes on his buddy are almost enough to make him take it back, but his doctor urged him to distribute his workout evenly. He's still on bloodthinners. Kinda, sorta.

So the day arrives and it feels like the end of titanic as they march to opposite sides of the gym. Buck does what he needs and feels good about it, although he can't shake the feeling that there's something missing.

Next time he sees Eddie it's when they go back to the showers at the very end. It's late and only a few tired voices can be heard through the walls and stalls. They chat momentarily, a stupid eye-to-eye smile on both on them, but the conversation is shallow and dull, and truly, Buck can't do this anymore so he closes the distance and kisses him.

Eddie is shocked only for a few seconds, but then he grabs Buck's waist and pulls him closer, deepening the kiss. It's sloppy and it tastes like sweat, but neither of them pull back until the lights of the bathroom flicker.

"Wanna go home and make up for the time we didn't spend together?"

Truly Buck cannot grab his shit fast enough.

#please tell me you liked this as much as i did #bro i can actually picture this #in canon compliant plot #this is buddie #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 fox #evan buckley #911 #buck and eddie #buck x eddie #911 tv show #911 abc

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rambheem-is-real · 2 months

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Cross My Heart Pt 1

pairing: kid varadha x kid deva

Summary:

Deva barely makes it a few feet out of the arena before he collapses from the pain. His family and Varadha have things to say when he wakes up.

breaking news: in a *shocking* twist of events, touching a live wire can in fact fuck you up

Deva walks out of the arena, feeling like his nerves are vibrating inside of him. He can taste thick, coppery blood through his teeth, there’s a ringing in his ears, and there’s a searing pain across his shoulders that he knows means there’ll probably be a scar later. He can barely see five feet in front of him, his vision is so blurry.

But he can’t show weakness now, not after everything he’s done.

He’s gotten Varadha his mukku pogu back, had won it for his prince. That bastard had dared to lay a hand on him, to take what rightfully belonged to Varadha, but with what he’s done today Deva knows Rudra won’t go after Varadha for a while.

However, that depends on Deva staying strong now. He’s in no position to fight, he’s aware that he probably fucked something up internally, but he had tried to project enough confidence and anger into his warning to Rudra that he hopes the act was convincing enough.

Keep going, he wills himself, begging the adrenaline coursing through him to not abandon him right now.

Deva can see Varadha’s proud smile out of the corner of his eye, the bounce in his step that was missing this morning when he sought Deva out, nose bare. He can’t let Varadha know how badly it hurts, knows his friend will blame himself for it when it wasn’t his fault at all.

They make it past the gates of the arena, thankfully not followed by Rudra or his lackeys. Varadha beams at Deva, and opens his mouth, probably to say something adorable as usual, when Deva feels the last of the hormones leave him. Varadha’s joyful face morphs quickly into horror as Deva lurches forward, catching Deva in his arms. He cries out as Varadha grabs at his sensitive shoulders, and feels Varadha tense at the sound.

Fuck, Deva thinks. His plan of not letting Varadha know was a bust. The world fades to black along with Varadha’s panicked cries of Deva’s name. Sorry raa, Deva thinks before he finally blacks out from the pain.

Deva wakes up feeling like he got hit by a bus, with a headache the size of Mars, but at least that infernal ringing noise is gone. His vision is still blurry, but not as bad as it was the last time he was awake. It’s enough to make out the figure of his father sitting on a chair beside the bed Deva’s laying on, looking worried somewhere above Deva’s head. There are voices from that direction, and Deva focuses to hear his mother and.. Varadha? arguing with another man.

“What do you mean you can’t fix him?” Amma demands.

The man, probably a doctor, sounds nervous in the face of Amma’s anger as he tries to placate her. “I’m sorry, but the shock he went through will have long term consequences. There’s nothing I can do about that.”

“You’re the doctor though, isn’t it your job to fix people?” Varadha asks, and with a pang of guilt, Deva notes that his voice is rough, like he’s been crying for a long time.

Deva tries to sit up, but realizes his muscles feel so heavy he doesn’t have the strength to move anything other than his head, and maybe if he tries hard, his hands. He tries to call Varadha’s name, but his throat closes up and he can only manage a truly pathetic cough. At the sound, everyone immediately crowds around him.

“Deva, how are you feeling now?” Amma asks, clutching his face, and he can see tears in her eyes.

“I’m okay, Amma,” Deva says, trying his best to project strength, and can see everyone visibly take a breath of relief.

The doctor examines Deva briefly. “I’ll let you all talk to the patient first,” he says, gathering up the medical supplies haphazardly placed on the table next to Deva’s bed. “I’ll be back to do more tests soon.”

As soon as the doctor leaves, Varadha throws himself on top of Deva, sobbing. Deva tries to comfort his friend, but he can barely lift his arm high enough to simply place his hand on top of Varadha’s soft curls. He looks up at his parents, trying to see what he should do, how he should comfort Varadha, but is met with two stony faces. Deva winces.

Amma immediately starts yelling. “What were you thinking? Are you crazy?”

Dhaara joins in, voice thick with worry. “Touching a live wire like that!”

“The next time you pull something like this I’ll kick you out!”

“Varadha told us what happened-”

“Then you’ll know, once you feel what I felt when-”

“-could’ve died, you’re lucky the current wasn’t high enough to kill-”

The voices start overlapping as Deva’s headache worsens, and he shuts his eyes against the sensory overload. He also doesn’t really know what to say that will get him out of this, so he stays quiet.

They pause for a few seconds, realizing Deva’s not listening.

“Deva,” Dhaara starts gently. “The doctor says you’re going to have complications for the rest of your life.”

Deva opens his eyes. “Like what?” Not like he really cares, but might as well know.

His parents look at each other, then back at him, like they’re unsure of how he’ll take the news.

“The doctor said you’ll have a lifetime of unpredictable muscle tremors and temporary paralysis. And that’s the bare minimum. You’ll still have to be tested for the next few weeks to make sure you don’t develop cataracts in your eyes, and see how badly the feathering marks across your shoulders scar.” Dhaara says, looking more and more devastated by the time he gets to the end. “You’ll also have to be monitored for any neurological damage.”

“Ok,” is all Deva replies.

His silence seems to enrage Amma even more. “Do you even care? Who’ll take care of you when you’re old and paralyzed? Who’s going to marry you with those scars on your back?”

Dhaara winces. “Ammadi, why are you bothered about all that? He’s barely ten.”

“I’m his mother, of course I’ll bother about it! It’ll be me tending to him decades later if his condition worsens!”

“Of course I’ll be there too, he’s our son, we’ll both take care of him-”

“That’s not the point-”

Deva tunes them out once again, realizing that he’s regained enough strength in his fingers that he’s able to stroke through Varadha’s hair. I’d love to braid the hair if it gets longer, Deva thinks absently. He only knows the traditional Shouryanga ones, but he resolves to find out if there are any special Mannarsi braids.

Dhaara is the first to quiet down, and gently mentions to Amma that they should calm down since Deva is still hurt.

Amma sniffles. “Ah, like he has that consideration for his poor parents. He doesn’t care if we live or die.” The tone makes Deva feel awful even though he knows she’s exaggerating. He refuses to feel regret, though. No matter how upset it makes his mother feel. He won’t ever regret defending Varadha, not even if he loses his life in the process.

Dhaara sends one last worried look towards his son before he leads Amma out of the room to let Deva rest.

By this time, Varadha’s sobs have quieted, and he turns his face to look up at Deva. His eyeliner is completely smudged, falling in black streams down his face, his cheeks are red and blotchy, and there’s snot in his nose from crying so hard. Deva thinks he’s still the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

“Arey Vara,” he starts.

Varadha sits up and quickly punches him in the chest again, making Deva recoil.

“Ow, what the hell?”

Deva regrets every single time he’s teased Varadha for not being aggressive enough towards anyone he’s angry at as Varadha tears into him.

“You absolute fucking buffoon! Look at the state of you, yedava [idiot]! What the hell were you even thinking?”

“Not you too,” Deva groans.

“I thought you were fine!” Varadha cries. “You got up fine, you threatened Rudra and you were fine, you walked out fine, I thought you were FINE! And then you collapse in my arms, what the hell was I supposed to think?”

“Sorry raa.”

“No, that’s not enough! I had to carry you all the way back to your house, asshole! I thought you were about to die in my arms!” He’s close to tears again. “All for what, a fucking nose ring? Let him have it, I would rather have you, alive and well rather than a stupid nose ring!”

Deva stubbornly looks through the window next to him. He’s fine apologizing for worrying Varadha, but if Varadha thinks he’ll get an apology for getting his nose ring back, he might as well give up now. Varadha’s too nice for his family, he needs someone like Deva who’s willing to get fucked up to make sure Varadha gets the respect he deserves. He may not see it that way, but that’s just Khansaar for the both of them. Only the strong survive in this place.

“What, are you gonna give me the silent treatment too?”

Deva avoids Varadha’s glare. He’s pretty much paralyzed right now, it’s not like he can do anything else. He can keep playing this game.

Finally, Varadha gives in, and softens his voice. “Fine. Please raa, just promise me.” He lifts his hand up, and Deva looks over. “Promise me you’ll never do anything as reckless as this again for me.” Deva hates how desperate he sounds. He so wants to promise Varadha anything he wants, anything he asks for, never wants Varadha to cry again in this life if Deva can help it, but he can’t promise this.

Varadha seems to notice his hesitation. “Ok. Don’t promise. Just.. just say you’ll try your best. At least give me that.”

Deva sighs. It’s the best he’ll get. He tries to lift his arm up to put his hand in Varadha’s awaiting hand, but it takes him a few seconds to get there. He pretends not to notice the way Varadha’s face falls as he sees how badly Deva’s hand is shaking.

“Fine. I’ll try my best to not be reckless again.”

Varadha frowns. “Try to keep your word Deva, please. Don’t make me go through this again.” His voice drops into a whisper, and another tear slowly makes its way down Varadha’s face. “I thought I lost you.”

Deva doesn’t know how to respond to Varadha being this honest with him, this vulnerable. He’s never been good with comforting words, so he attempts to shrug and tell a joke to cheer Varadha up, but fights back a groan at the searing pain in his shoulders as he attempts to lift them. Varadha’s eyes track the movement and the subsequent twitch of pain, and Deva internally winces at the resurgence of guilt he can see in them.

“Varadha… Rey. It wasn’t your fault. It was fully my decision to challenge the pailwan.”

Varadha visibly debates responding to that, but seems to realize Deva’s just as stubborn as him, and gives up. “Whatever.” He fidgets for a few seconds, then comes to a decision. He looks Deva in the eyes. “I’ll always be there for you, raa. You know that, right?”

“Of course I know that,” Deva says, confused.

Varadha shakes his head. “No, I mean, what your mom was saying earlier… she’s wrong. If this does fuck you up in the future, when you’re older, I’ll be there to take care of you. No matter what I’m doing, no matter where you are, I’ll find you, and I’ll be there for you.” There’s determination in his eyes, and Deva knows he meant what he said, every bit of it.

Deva gives him a small smile, floored by the depth of affection Varadha has for him.

Varadha frowns at his reaction. “Unbelievable. You actually thought I’d let you do something like this and then not take care of you afterwards. Yedava.” He settles back onto Deva’s chest. “You won’t get rid of me that easily, don’t worry.” Varadha moves so his ear is directly over Deva’s heart. Deva feels a warmth slowly expand inside him as he realizes Varadha’s trying to comfort himself by listening to Deva’s heartbeat.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Varadha asks softly, tracing the feathering marks on the back of Deva’s arm.

“Not at all,” Deva says, and Varadha scoffs, but is it even a lie? He gets to feel his Varadha’s cheek pressed into his chest, gets to hear him all but explicitly say that Deva is someone he genuinely loves and cares for. What more could he want?

They sit in silence like that for a while, enjoying each other’s company.

Before he slips back into unconsciousness, Deva can hear footsteps coming back into the room, then stopping abruptly. He knows Varadha is asleep by now, can feel the even pattern of his breaths, and he himself probably looks asleep as well. There’s silence, then a hushed “Dhaara, what are we going to do about this?”

Deva fights to stay awake, wants to hear the response to that, but is rapidly losing the battle.

The last thing he hears is an amused, “I suppose we’ll have to start being nicer to Raja Mannar, if he’s going to be part of our family in a few years.”

#salaar #salaar fic #varadeva #i needed some deva whump so i wrote it myself #this shit is factual btw i did actual research for this #made myself very sad in the process #honestly this could be very much canon compliant deva's hands tend to shake a lot when he's angry #jail scene i'm thinking of you #also the mood swings

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 3 months

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Do you have any fun facts in regards of your fantasy AU?? I really like to know a few things here and there about some AUs since it really amuses me and makes me intrigued! :]

hm...

Frank wound up with an unbreakable curse on him after he accidentally offended the wrong warlock - his head rotates instead of turning & is now detachable! it's more of an Inconvenience than anything! Wally doesn't have teeth. Home keeps every painting Wally makes for it <3 Sally nearly (accidentally!) killed Poppy, Wally, and Barnaby upon their first meeting Barnaby had a recorder instead of an accordion in the party's early days. key word "Had." Julie loves making inspiring speeches that make no sense - yet perk everyone up anyway - before the Neighborhood does anything brave/risky Poppy molts! one big feather at a time! her molted tail feathers Have been used as makeshift blankets in a pinch Howdy is not allowed to set up his stall for tinkering Near Base Camp or Any Buildings. sometimes things blow up <3 Eddie is not allowed to attend stealth missions/attacks. he sounds like an entire kitchen running around

#i think thats one for everyone!#adding in teeny details to make some things more canon compliant <3 #well! if its canon then its probably also a thing in my aus!#I Will Include Everything I Can. Everything.#like eddie using his sword for menial tasks rather than fighting! its more there for display <3 #and so that people dont bug him about not having one #wh fantasy au #the way my brain has been absolutely Rotting over this au lately. its absolutely Absurd #but hey! i have scene ideas! the timeline is actually getting kind of fleshed out!#its fun :]c #i might actually Have full things to post? perhaps?#we'll see we'll see!!!

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seleneprince · 21 days

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Unpopular opinion:

Remus Lupin was as capable of cruelty and arrogance as the rest of the Marauders. There are plenty of hints of this in canon. The only reason we don't see this side of him as often is because of his heavy reluctante to be considered a "bad guy".

And he low-key enjoyed going against Snape just as much, he just had some conscience aftewards.

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salsae · 8 months

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robin (2021) made ra's SUCH a gilf. this is a crack outtake from my wip fic where tim shows up on ra's lil secluded island to stop him from dying.

ofc, where tim goes core 4 shows up so, ra's can kiss his nice silent R&R retreat goodbye.

#batman #tim drake #ra's al ghul #bart allen #ra'stim #dc comics #in the actual fic ra's doesnt put up w bart for more than one second (he tranqs him asap and ignores tim till tim sends bart away)#but my brain wanted to see this #anyways jazz hands i rly hope i can write this fic its very up my alley #canon compliant role reversal w tim at his best and ra's at his worse #they fuck on the beach under the stars :)#'i l-word you bec ur the only person in my life i can trust to not die and leave me but now u tell me ur choosing to die? fuck u'#salsart #ALSO I NEED DC FRIENDS BADLY PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT THEM

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starlightvld · 5 months

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Hey! You! I need you to look at this for a million years with me, okay?

The incomparable @kibagib has brought a scene from Chapter 5 of my soapghost fic Couch Surfing to life, and I'm OVER THE MOON!!! I love the way Kiba captured how soap and ghost are folded into each other, faces turned inward and hands grasping. It's so beautiful, I'm crying.

Thank you so so so much, Kiba!!!

(Also, yes, Soap is missing his mohawk - it's part of the story.)

(Also also, if you're curious, the scene in question is under the cut!)

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Then Soap ... walked up to Ghost, curled a hand around his bicep, and gave it a little shake.

"Yer a sight for sore eyes, Lt."

Something broke free inside of Ghost. Before he could fully process the action, he was reaching out and jerking Soap into a crushing hug. Soap gasped but then laughed and wrapped his arms around Ghost's torso, hands digging into the back of his coat as he held onto Ghost just as tightly. Hot breaths puffed through the material of his mask and warmed his skin as Soap pressed his face into Ghost's neck, and he had never wanted to rip off his mask as much as in that moment. All the tension, all the nervousness flooded away, leaving only knee-weakening relief.

"Yeah," Ghost rasped.

"And ye stayed alive for me," Soap whispered into his neck.

"Yeah."

Soap's next laugh sounded a little broken. Ghost squeezed tighter, his thoughts whirling too fast to capture. It took Gaz clearing his throat to bring him back to reality... and the fact that they were standing outside, embracing in plain view of half the base.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Price wanted us back ASAP."

Heat flamed up Ghost's neck, and he abruptly pushed Soap back, though he kept his hands on his upper arms. Tears had pooled in Soap's eyes, making them sparkle, but his smile was wide and bright as he grasped Ghost's forearms and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Aye, the captain promised me scotch."

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You can read the whole fic by checking out the first comment here or clicking through to my pinned post!

#soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #COD #Call of Duty #post canon mwii AU #not mwiii compliant #I can't stop staring at this #it's so precious and beautiful #I'll be adding this to the fic in ch. 5 too so everyone can enjoy it #sorry for the lack of link in the actual post but Tumblr nerfs posts with outside links #OG Starlight

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just--vi · 8 days

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FIRST (and favorite) FIC

This fic was my first dip back into the fandom after a long long break, and I'm 100% convinced it led me to some of my loveliest friends (and turned into several more fics in the meantime).

Lil snippet under the cut if you'd like a preview.

As luck would have it the beach this time of year is frigidly cold. Tourists line the boardwalks in puffers and trench coats with scarves wrapped around their necks and beanies on their heads – if you squint toward the shops it’s a sea of multi-colored bobbles and the occasional ugly beret.

Remus’ spot isn’t far off from the thick of it. An old folding table with uneven legs that is covered in chipping paint, both old and new. He has wedged half a newspaper under the back right foot of it and is using a collection of heavy rocks to keep the painted postcards from whipping off toward the water. Just the other week he’d lost an entire stack of them because some kid had shouldered by a bit too quickly and knocked the make-shift paperweights to the ground, letting the wind catch the postcards and sending Remus scrambling desperately after them.

By the time he’d trudged back up the hill to the boardwalk the kid and his parents were gone.

As foot traffic begins to thin, Remus drops the paintbrush and stretches out the fingers of his right hand. They crack audibly, and the dull ache begins to seep its way toward his forearm. He offers one long, tired sigh before shoving gloves onto his hands and packing his things away into the rolling crate wedged underneath the low barrier between walkway and beach. Old paintings first, wrapped sensibly in plastic now that they’ve dried, newer ones gingerly on top. Paints go into the worn out bookbag that he slings over his shoulder and he waffles for a moment on the decision to try to take everything in one go, or hope his table doesn’t end up stolen or vandalized (again).

Eventually, because his fingers are beginning to go numb and snot is starting to drip out of his nose, he folds the table and hoists it up against his hip with one arm. It’s not terribly big, a handful of feet long and not quite as wide, but the worse his joints get the harder it is to lug around. He wraps his other hand around the handle of his crate and drags it awkwardly behind him, dodging evening stragglers and one dog wearing a sweater, whose owner offers up a sweet smile and gives him a rather wide berth.

His car is parked a little farther than he’d really like to walk, but he couldn’t justify the paid spots and when he’d come out this morning he’d really been feeling quite good… Now the short hill leaves him a little breathless and wheezy, and by the time he’s popping his trunk (the seats already laid down flat) his skin is prickling under his sweater, suddenly too hot.

It’s not a pretty sight, Remus wrestling the table up toward the trunk, only the snaps on the legs have long since rusted out and they keep popping open, knocking him painfully in the knee and drawing a stream of quiet curses out of his mouth, the trunk claims his elbow next and he is moments away from giving up entirely when the weight of the table shifts just enough to send him a little off balance, before sliding seamlessly into the boot.

Twisting around to offer a (faintly irritated) thanks to his helper, Remus stops dead. Suddenly the heat in his cheeks is less for the short jaunt up the hill or the bite of the wind, all flushing blood that reaches all the way into his ears.

“Err – thanks, bit of a pain to do on your own,” he mumbles, ignoring the fact that the other man seemed to have had no such problem. At the very least the comment earns him a barking laugh, head thrown backward and eyes crinkling at the corners, which makes him blush harder because it really hadn’t been that funny.

“No worries, I couldn’t watch you struggle anymore without feeling like an absolute jackass – hand alright?”

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfic #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders muggle au #marauders #we're going to ignore the fact that its birthday was actually three days ago #and we're going to ignore the fact that i started and deleted a canon-compliant fic before her that will probably never see the light of da

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one small detail that stood out to me about this latest episode that i haven’t seen anyone else talking about yet is that when the commentators are calling colin “inspiring” and the “man of the match,” they are celebrating him not for actually scoring the goals himself, but for providing the crucial assists to make both of them happen. and i really love that because for me it’s the absolute perfect wrap to his character arc across all three seasons!

like, we know that colin’s job on this team has never been to score goals. in fact i’m pretty sure we’ve never heard about a single goal that he has scored. colin is and always has been a team player, not a star—and we’ve seen that crop up over and over. notably, we’ve seen the fact that he’s not entirely at peace with that crop up over and over: see the way he was affected by nate’s entire holidy-inn-painting monologue, being benched to make room for zava, etc.—like, this is the thing he’s sensitive about! this is where all of his insecurities come from!

but at the SAME TIME it’s also tied very intimately with all his struggles re: hiding his sexuality— “colin’s a chameleon,” etc. it’s fascinating because there’s SO much tension there between colin 1. feeling bad about the fact that he never stands out on the pitch the way some of his teammates do, because of who he is on the team, and 2. feeling like he CAN’T stand out, ever, because of Who He Is As A Person. etc. it’s like. he’s filling this role in the background. he’s afraid he’s not doing it well enough. he’s afraid that what and who he is isn’t good enough and isn’t worthy of recognition. he wishes he were someone different. trying to be someone different in the locker room is clearly making him so unhappy and stressed out. it is All Connected and my thoughts have been doing laps around it at an ever-increasing rate since i watched episode 2.07 ‘headspace’ if not before!

and all of this is why it’s so incredible to me that in the end, colin’s big moment comes from making assists and not goals! because on the one hand i understand the fandom desire for the colin post-coming out glowup that we all knew was coming—to see him, like, ~prove everybody wrong about him~ and inspire people by suddenly becoming a standout player and scoring goals left and right, even though that never used to be his role on the team before. and don’t get me wrong, i was 100% on board that train, and would have loved it for him if that was how it went down in the end, also. i think he should get to score here and there! as a treat! especially now that richmond are playing total football and there’s been so much emphasis placed on how it’s not just jamie/dani/occasionally sam who are making all the goals anymore!

but i don’t know! especially after the events of the last few episodes, there’s something very special to me about getting to see a colin who, rather than becoming someone entirely new in the moments right after coming out, just feels free to become, and be at peace with, the best version of the same self he’s always been. he’s still a team player first and foremost, but now that he’s not as weighed down by the need to chameleon/hide/pretend to be someone he’s not, he’s so much better at it. and everyone sees this! he gets to be celebrated for his contributions within the role he’s always played! he (and everybody else!) finally recognizes the value that he adds to the team just by being himself—fully himself! it resolves all the tension and insecurity that we’ve seen him struggling with this whole time, on every level. and so this moment was genuinely the perfect ending for his journey in my opinion—i’m so so happy that we were tall enough to join him on the ride here, and so excited to see what he does going forward these last few episodes now that some of that pressure is off him <3

#it's like. he doesn't want to be a spokesperson! he shouldn't have to End Homophobia by becoming zava 2.0! in fact it would not be possible #for him to do this even if he DID come out publicly and then became the best goal-scorer the league has ever seen because the people who are #the problem will ALWAYS manage to find something to attack him for no matter what he does #what's important to me and i think to him as well is that he has the confidence in himself that he needs to perform at his own personal best #and that his teammates recognize this and support him the same way he has always supported them both on and off the pitch #and while a part of me would have liked to see a public coming-out arc i completely get why they're not going there. it would be a lot to #tackle and this season is already getting justified criticism for spreading itself too thin #i think it would have been POSSIBLE to do and do well but. it would place a LOT of constraints on the entire rest of the plot #and i do recognize somewhere in the back of my brain that colin is not ACTUALLY the protagonist of this show for most people #so them choosing to take the character in the ‘i don’t want to be a spokesperson’ direction instead makes sense and was handled very well #anyway. one other reason i’m pleased about all of this is that while most of my recent tl fic is no longer canon-compliant as of this week.#i sure did NAIL the happy ending being an assist and not a scored goal. have been thinking these thoughts for WEEKS and i feel so vindicated #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #colin hughes

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