#and there are clear rings where there have been so many more lmao

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Dandelions | CanonAU One-Shot

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ friends to lovers, first date, love confessions, just pure unadulterated FLUFF

☾ A/N ➼ I'm gonna have to start a separate thing for my song fics I s2g. The amount of songs I have written down to write fics about is insane. Anyways, this is actually a little fic I wrote for @humanitys-strongest-bamf because she said she really wanted a flower date written for her. I kinda took that idea as well as the inspiration from Ruth B's song Dandelions (attached below) AND I forgot Kat had also sent me a prompt request awhile back so this also fulfills that lmao. I hope y'all enjoy!! I've listened to this song for days on repeat so I hope I have captured it well.

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2k

It had only taken a couple months for the pure titans to be disposed of, thanks to the efforts of the scouts. This eradication is the reason why you find yourself sneaking off for another lone ride before dusk falls. The hard part wasn’t getting your horse or permission to go outside the walls, it was trying to get out without too many questions from your fellow cadets. You didn’t know how to tell them this was your way of escaping from them and everything else that came crashing since the battle of Shiganshina.

“Oi oi oi! Where do you think you’re going?” A deep voice rings out behind you as you’re saddling up. You feel your heart jump with your body. You take a deep breath to steady yourself before turning around to face a stern Captain Levi.

“Just a little ride before dinner tonight, Levi. I already got the okay.” He eyes you wearily.

“By yourself?” He crosses his arms.

“Yes, by myself. It’s not like we have any threats out there anymore.” You roll your eyes, smile now fading, before turning back around to tighten straps.

“People can be just as dangerous.” He gripes back. You feel his eyes burning holes in your head.

“Sounds like someone is worried about me.”

“Of course, I’m worried. Who knows what trouble you’ll get yourself into.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Tch, I trust you.” His words make you grin, but you quickly wipe it off your face before turning back around once you’re satisfied with your gear. You stare at him for a moment, his eyes meeting yours a second later.

“I’ll be back. I promise.” You say softly as you grip your reins tightly ready to lead your horse out of the stables.

“Just be careful.” He mutters, stepping aside to give you space to leave. His words make your heart jump again. Your eyes linger on each other as you walk past, a quick nod shared between the two of you as a goodbye.

On today's ride, you decide to aim for a bundle of trees sitting at the base of a small mountain to the west of the southern gate that you had noticed a while back. A couple hours pass before your destination comes into view. By your estimate, you had about an hour before being forced to head back lest you be surrounded by darkness.

You stare into the thick trees as you hand feed a treat to your tied off horse, an abrupt nip at your fingers alerting you to your now treat-less palm. A small laugh escapes your lips as you pat her nose reassuringly.

"I'll be back, okay? Don't go anywhere." You whisper up at her wide eyes. She bids you goodbye with another nip.

As you make your way through the overgrown shrubbery and gangly trees, you can't help but feel excitement for what might be on the other side. Looking up, you use a hand to half cover your eyes from the late afternoon sun filtering in between the leafy branches. Bird song weaves through the now thickening trees and into your ears. You softly whistle the song back as your fingers fumble with the latches on your waist. After a moment, the sketchbook you currently use as a guidebook is free from its confines. As always with every expedition you've ever been on, you are ready to document anything you see and hear.

It takes several more minutes before you finally stumble into a clearing. Whatever you had expected to find, it was leagues under from your current display. A meadow, far grander than anything you've ever seen, expands in an oval in front of you. Trees surround the whole area tall and strong, like knights in a line of defense. A small stream cuts through diagonally, telling stories with its gentle babble. You step deeper into it all with your eyes as wide as can be, soaking in this picture-perfect moment.

Looking down as you walk, your eyes become overwhelmed with the multitude of colors peppering your vision. Flowers of various sizes and lengths shift in the breeze as you walk by and something in you warms. Your eyes catch something that makes you stop abruptly.

“Oh wow.” You whisper as you slide down to your hands and knees so that you are eye level with a particular looking plant that didn’t very much look like a flower at all. The stem is brown, an odd color, you think, but it looked like a normal stem at least. The top however, where the petals would be, was soft and… furry? You reach out and lightly touch it. Much to your surprise, some of the fuzzy bits detach and fly off into the wind. A burst of laughter escapes from your chest and a memory stirs within you at the sight.

Armin had talked to you about these plants - dandelions. According to him, if you blow on the white bits to make them scatter and make a wish at the same time, it will come true. It was so silly, you think, but really what could it hurt? People wish on shooting stars all the time - this would be no different.

It takes you a moment, but you find a dandelion perfect for the wish you had in mind. You decide to plop yourself into the plush grass next to the creek, flower in hand. You feel a rush of heat sear your cheeks at not only what you were about to do but also what you were about to wish for. After making sure you were alone with a quick survey around, you sit forward and stare hard at the white fuzz. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath.

“I wish for Levi to be mine.” Then blow.

.

Levi calls your name from behind, snapping you out of your anxious thoughts for a moment. You pull back on your reins until Levi can fall into step with you. When you glance over, he arches an eyebrow at you with a silent question of, "Where are we going?" He must have noticed your change in course, now heading west instead of straight south. To be honest, you wouldn’t have even noticed that you had shifted directions if Levi hadn’t said anything. This ride has become second nature to you. After your initial discovery, the meadow quickly became your fortress of solitude and you found yourself coming back again and again without thinking about it.

After weeks of patiently waiting, an opportunity to team up with Levi to check out the port construction progression finally came. Whether that came from luck or your constant pestering to Commander Hange, you didn't know. Regardless, you were both nervous and excited to finally share your most prized secret with Levi no less. All you give him in return for his silent question is a simple, "Trust me." before squeezing your thighs together then galloping off, leaving your captain in the dust.

The sun bares straight down by the time you and Levi make it to your makeshift hitching post just outside your favored path. On the ground next to it sits a half bucket of water and you give yourself a mental reminder to fill it the next time you’re here. Levi doesn't say anything as he ties off his horse, mirroring your movements with deft fingers. Nor does he say anything as you pull off the basket you had tied onto your saddle so long ago hidden with goodies you packed the night before. He still doesn't say anything as he follows you on the beaten path you’ve made from your many visits. Levi's silence was normal, and yet…

"Aren't you going to ask where I'm taking you? I could be leading you to your death, you know." You glance back at Levi, eyes locking on each other. His expression might be unreadable to most, but to you there was a subtle bliss written all over his face. You shoot him a smile while you wait for his answer.

"You asked me to trust you. So I'm trusting you. Besides, you can't take me on your own. You got a death wish?" He grumbles back to you.

"Who said I was alone?" You quip as you twist back around to watch where you were going, swinging the basket in your hands as you walk. Levi scoffs behind you. A comfortable silence blankets the both of you yet again.

It takes a bit but finally the clearing comes into view and those anxious thoughts start clouding your mind again. What if he thinks this is a waste of time? What if he thinks you're ridiculous for this? What if he doesn't share the same feelings for you as you do for him? Levi calls your name again to get your attention. God, you loved how he said your name.

Your eyes focus just as you step through with Levi in tandem. There's a gentle wind today; it blows through the multi-colored meadow in a way that makes the flowers look like they're dancing. The breeze is even soft enough that your favored dandelions stay intact, not a single seed threatens to blow away.

"Is this where you’ve been escaping to?"

"You notice?" You glance his way nervously. As usual, he has no significant emotion on his face, but to say he was emotionless would be a lie. His eyes shift from the babbling creek to the colorful field and then onto your face, eyes soft. The way he looks at you, it makes a part of you feel so alive and free.

"Sometimes." His comment makes you look away, a flush of heat already nipping at your cheeks.

"I-uh, I wanna show you something." You set off deeper into the meadow without checking to see if he’s following.

A moment later, you come upon the spot you had surveyed a couple days in advance, perfect for what you had in mind. In a swift motion, you pull out a blanket from the basket hanging from your arm and splay it on the ground. Once settled, you plop yourself down on the cloth to keep it from flying away. When you look up, Levi’s staring at you incredulously.

“Is this a date?” he asks dryly.

“Do you want it to be?” You ask, patting the empty spot next to you as you do. He hesitantly sits down next to you, unsure of what to do with his body but eventually settles on sitting crisscross like you. He stares over at you, a little bit of shock cracking through his still features. “Levi, I’m kidding. It doesn’t have to be. I just wanted to show you my favorite spot.” You mutter over to him, rolling your eyes. You swallow down your nerves. Maybe he isn’t as interested in you as you had hoped. As you start to unpack the basket of the lunch rations you had stowed away, he speaks up softly.

“I wouldn’t mind. It being a date, I mean.” His voice stays monotone, but his words make you double-take at him. Levi is flushed pink, starting from his neck then ending at the tips of his ears. A wide grin breaks out on your face as you finally comprehend what he just said.

“Really? Because this would have been so embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same way. I mean, I would have had to run away and start a new life somewhere else. When I talked to Mikasa about this, she was all ‘love like this only happens once in a lifetime.’ and it made me think that you might actually be the love of mi-“ You’re cut off by Levi’s nimble fingers pulling your chin in his direction, his face a lot closer than you remembered it being. He whispers your name again.

“Shut up.” And then his lips are on yours, soft and tender. You don’t remember much after that, but you do know that whatever they said about wishing on dandelions had to be true. And you couldn’t wait to wish upon many more in the meadow now shared between you and Levi.

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[bitchyblkqueer]

As someone who follows Jeremy Adams' press, it's clear that he was bothered and upset by the number of people saying Hal was being a creepy weirdo to Carol in the first few issues of GL 2023. even the older white male fans were like, "this is uncomfortable".

it's one of Many Many things that's made me doubt the competency of DC editorial (understatement of the century i know). Someone should have clocked this in the scripting phase. and I'm disappointed with the overall storyline in the comic. it looks like they're leaving behind the "Hal adjusting to life on earth" idea AND the psychology of Hal creating kilowog with his ring. DC has also famously fired more than half of their editors in the last 5-6 years.

but back to Adams - it must be difficult for him to receive that feedback, especially since he's said he behaved similarly with women he's dated. no one likes being misunderstood, and they definitely don't want to hear that they've acted like a creepy weirdo.

which explains the OOC Barry dialogue in GL 2023 #4. it's a sorry sight.

as readers, we're supposed to think, "If Barry Allen is saying it, of course it's okay!!"

fwiw i am all for a "you're single until you're married" mentality, but Barry definitely would not be lmao. and i cant even get into how gross this is towards Carol. what about what she wants?? barry is a lot of things, but he's consistently not misogynistic.

sidenote - you are not writing hal & barry well if they're not coming off as more than a little in love with each other. hal needs to randomly say the most romantic thing you've ever read or else it's not a successful team-up. and adams co-wrote that lego flash movie where barry keeps a photo of him and hal on his nightstand. so now we all know to thank the other guy i guess

i would have been all for adams bringing back a more silver age hal, which i thought was the intention. but leave the sexism where it's at. bring back more silly scifi plots or hal getting knocked out or ITTY!

and if for some reason you intended for hal to act like a misogynist, it could have been interesting to watch him deal with the changing social customs since he's been off-world for so many years. but i doubt anyone working on the comic would be able to give that storyline the depth it deserves. anyway

#since we're all comics industry posting #i dont feel like pulling all the panels if u know u know #jeremy adams seems Nice to quote sondheim #he seems very.... conventional for lack of a better word LMFAO #imagine my face reading a halbarry issue with no halbarry moments my god #pls bear with the inconsistent capitalization i got lazy #aiyonna reads comics #meta #hal jordan #barry allen #carol ferris

[heliads]

'wckd is good' part 2 - newt

Based on a past request for a Maze Runner fic set in the MCU where Newt was Venom, Reader was Spider-Woman.

part one / masterlist

a/n yes this is wayy longer than i expected lmao but i choose to see this as a good thing

Running has always been easier than staying to face the truth. As you swing back through the dark city, you hear Newt’s words echoing in your head with every snap of web hitting concrete and glass. It is foolish to let one conversation shatter your entire worldview, but even running can’t convince your mind to settle back the way it had been. Newt has done his part well. 

Worst of all, you think he was right about you, about everything. Usually, when the moon hangs low over the city such that its glow can be hidden by the shadows of the skyscrapers around you, your worst fears about this city seem like they couldn’t be more true. On nights like these, you always see a monster lurking in the face of every man, the darkness bleeding from every eye. Now, though, in every face you see only a blond boy grinning back at you. If the worst monster you’ve seen lately was just a kid like you, what does that say about every creature you’ve killed in the name of preserving the peace? What does that say about you?

You don’t get into any more confrontations that night, electing instead to perch on the edge of a dark roof and watch the lights of the cars go by far below you. Your shift ends, but you only return to WCKD headquarters when you’re certain no one else will be there. A few rooms have lights on, but you avoid them as best you can. There is no one you want to see right now. No, not true— there is one person you want to see, but if he’s in WCKD’s clutches, it’s all over. 

Sleep comes fitfully that night, as it has every night before that and will every night again. You see Newt reaching out a hand to you, smiling easily, but then his jaw ripples and the monster’s awful fangs come out again, distorting his charm into something terrible. You wake up screaming; for you or for him, you can’t be sure. 

Even more restless than usual that morning, you decide to go on a walk to clear your head. Normally, walking around in the bright sunshine, seeing the smiling families, the upturned faces, all serves to lift your mood. A strong city is a happy city; this is why you do it, remember? You protect these people, all of them. It’s worth every sacrifice. 

Turning down another street, though, your spirits refuse to lift. How many more people would be here if you hadn’t been in charge of taking them out? How many times did you get it wrong? How many Albys do there have to be before you realize that you can’t make judgment calls on someone’s life?

Lost in thought, your guard slips unconsciously. You don’t notice the hand snaking out to grab your arm until someone’s already pulled you under a shadowy overhang. Immediately, you’re on high alert, grabbing a knife from your belt to press against their throat, but your attacker just laughs. It is this sound and this sound alone, that call like the high-pitched ring of a bell, that stops you from slitting his throat. 

“You shouldn’t have done that, Newt,” you warn him as you pull your knife away from his neck. 

For someone who’s life almost ended, he seems remarkably unaffected by your words. “It’s lovely to see you, too. Didn’t realize you remembered my name.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s my job to know things. Don’t take it personally.”

“Yes, Y/N, because it would be terrible to not be as affectionate as you,” Newt muses. “Forgive me for wanting to be friendly.”

“Being friendly gets you killed.” You remark plainly. “So does trying to sneak up on an assassin. Don’t let that happen again.”

You turn away and walk back onto the sidewalk. Newt, however, just joins you without a heartbeat’s delay. “It’s not up to me whether this happens again. I think you wanted to see me a little more than you care to admit.”

You shoot him an angry look, but Newt remains resolutely cheerful. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” Newt asks. Without giving you a chance to interject, he carried on blithely, “Or maybe you’re right. Here, I’ll give you a chance to prove it. I’m meeting up with some friends tonight to discuss our favorite enemy. If you don’t want any of this, feel free to stay away. Or don’t.”

He casually passes you a folded paper that’s been creased from staying in his pocket. A quick glance towards its contents reveals a place and time. 

You arch a brow. “If this little gathering is happening so you can denounce WCKD, I don’t think giving the location to one of its best soldiers is really the brightest idea.”

Newt lifts a shoulder. “That’s what they said too, but I know what I saw last night. They don’t have a chokehold on you, Y/N, despite what you might try to tell me. Somewhere in there,” he says, brushing a hand against your temples, “you want out. Let me help you with that.”

You press your lips together, thinking. Going could be suicide. What if this is just a trap to take out WCKD’s finest agents one by one, and Newt’s just telling you this so he can lure you into letting your guard down?

At the same time, your mind whispers selfishly, what if he isn’t lying? What if there was a world without WCKD? You haven’t dared to let yourself imagine such a thing in a long time; security cracked down after Thomas and Minho ran away a year or so ago. There’s no way they’d let you go without a fight. If Newt’s friends had your back, then maybe, just maybe, you might win this one. 

“You told your friends about me? Moving awfully fast, aren’t you?” You question. 

Newt grins. “Don’t take it personally, baby. I tell them a lot. Doesn’t mean we aren’t special, of course, but you wouldn’t be the first girl I’ve brought home.”

You laugh, surprising yourself. “No need to get carried away.”

“Too late,” he says, smiling back at you, and then he turns down a corner and disappears into the crowd. You’re left clutching the note, wondering if this mistake might cost you your life, and if you’re leading any sort of life that’s worth saving to avoid a chance like this. 

You shouldn’t go. Odds are, WCKD has someone tailing you, and even though you’re always careful to shake anyone you even suspect to be following you, there’s no way to tell for certain that you got rid of everyone. You check your clothes and personal items thoroughly for recording devices every time you leave WCKD headquarters, but what’s the precautions of one girl against such a massive organization?

You check the note once, twice, and then again. The time is later tonight, the pickup location outside the docks near the south of the city. Newt hasn’t given you many hours to deliberate, although you suspect that was intentional. The less time you have to ponder about whether or not you’ll take him up on his offer, the less time you have to turn them into WCKD if you decide to betray him instead of trying to run.

In the end, you put away your sense of self-preservation and head out again. You aren’t scheduled to go out on patrol until tomorrow, so you’ll have plenty of time in case something happens. You don nondescript clothing and pull a baseball cap low over your head to disguise your face. After taking a long, roundabout way to the docks to avoid suspicion, you stand on a pier, watching the dark water go by.

It was smart of them to pick this place. The sound of the tides, the churning of the boats up and down the water, the roaring of distant traffic echoing off of the tall buildings, all serve to muffle the sound of the strangers as they walk up to you. Normally, you’re able to sense trouble when it comes to you, but maybe your reflexes decide that your assailants aren’t a threat before your head makes that call, because you don’t notice anyone sneaking up behind you until they’ve already shoved a dark hood over your head and clamped a mouth over your hand to silence any shouts.

The second the hood is pulled over your eyes, you’re swimming in dark danger. You can feel the heartbeats of the people around you; four of them, men, young men. Boys. Newt’s age. Your age. They’re desperate, you can taste their fear like metal on your tongue. One of them has a limp. If you strike now, you could break a leg, roll away long enough to get the hood off of your head, then kill them all. They’d be dead before they even hit the ground. The blood would run scarlet into the river and ruin your last chances of leaving this hell. You’d be alive, though. Isn’t that why you do all of this, to live? Isn’t that the only motivation any of us have ever had?

A whisper in your ear, sharp and urgent:  “Trust me. Please.”

Newt.

You don’t trust people. You shouldn’t. He knows this. If Newt set you up to die, though, he would have killed you already. Newt’s monster doesn’t need to sneak up on you and blind you to kill you. One snap of those jaws would do the trick. If Newt wants you to play by these shifty rules, there must be a reason. Strangely enough, you realize that you believe in him enough to want to know what that reason is.

You comply, going limp long enough for the others to seize hold of your arms and take you with them into a waiting car. They intentionally take a confusing, circuitous route so as to confuse you. Still, you carefully note each turn, how long you stop at traffic lights or stop signs. Then you’re bustled out of the car again and into a building with tall ceilings; you can tell from how your footsteps echo against the top that the sound has a long way to go.

Eventually, you’re sat down on a chair, your hands bound behind you. The others hover nearby, you can sense their presences. There are more of them now, probably a dozen. Mostly inhumans, with the occasional exception. Not bad numbers, but not enough to really challenge WCKD. That’s why they’ve gone to you, though, you suppose. Foolhardy, but not completely insane.

A voice, loud and challenging, calls you sharply back to reality. “Y/N. You work for WCKD, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you answer deadpan. “None of you do. That’s why you were so kind as to bring me here, right? You were desperate. Now, can you take this hood off of my head? I would hate for you to miss anything I said.”

The loud boy scoffs. “There’s no way we’re letting you get a good look at us. You’d just turn us in.”

You cock your head to the side, staring exactly where you think the boy’s eyes are. “Would I? I don’t need my sight to do that. There are fifteen of you in this room right now, but that’s not all of you. About five leaders, I think. All teenagers. One adult, though. He drove. And one little boy. I can hear your heartbeats. I know who you are.”

A young voice lets out a muffled complaint from the far side of the room. “I’m not a little boy.”

Instantly, he’s shamed into silence. “Shut it, Chuck. Don’t give yourself away.”

A weakness. You grin, even though they can’t see it. “Chuck? That’s the boy, then. If I looked up connections between boys named Newt and Chuck, how long do you think it would take for me to track all of you down? I’d start by checking security cams near the docks. We’re in the warehouses near the docks. I’d guess the third from the left in the second row, yes? Usually used for temporary storage of agricultural products, but you’re in between seasons, so it’s empty for now and you’ve been borrowing it for meetings.”

A collection of gasps confirms your theory. You press on. “I know where you are, I know who you are. Bonds and a hood won’t keep me. Hell, I don’t even need you to undo me. I can manage that by myself.”

See, your would-be captors were so distracted by their own seeming safety that they didn’t check to make sure your wrists were fully together when they tied you down. Also, they were so stunned by you being able to catch onto them that they didn’t notice you slowly pulling a blade from your sleeve, nor spot when you sawed through your bonds. You stand up easily, toss the ropes to the ground, and pull the hood from your head.

You’re greeted with fifteen shocked faces. Well, fourteen. One’s grinning proudly. Newt. He winks when you catch his eye, but he’s careful not to let his friends see. Another boy, with close-cropped hair and a dark glare, looks particularly unhappy about your little escape. This is the one who had been speaking to you, you assume, and there’s the man in the back who drove you here. Silver touches his dark hair near his temples, but he looks intimidating enough anyway. Close by him is a girl about your age.

The angry boy who had spoken earlier groans in disgust. The angrier he gets, the more his eyes start to flicker, turning from green to a fiery red. Sparks flash along his clenched fists. Another inhuman, then. Fire powers. He’s probably somewhere on your list. “Who tied her up? Winston, you know to make the bonds stronger than that.”

“Wasn’t his fault,” you call out, and hold up the knife you’d disguised in your sleeve to make your point.

The boy groans again. “What is that? No one checked her for weapons?”

“You certainly didn’t, Gally,” Newt points out.

The boy– Gally– tosses Newt an irritated look. “Don’t start with me, Newt. I bet you’re just delighted with her for this bit of showmanship, aren’t you?”

“Very,” Newt says, grinning over at you.

Gally looks like he can’t decide who he wants to throttle more, you or Newt. “Fine. Fine. Let’s get started, if that’s what you really want. How do we know we can trust you?”

“You’re the ones who kidnapped me,” you argue. “I think I should be asking that question first.”

Gally might actually try to kill you this time, so Newt quickly steps in before things can escalate further. “Play along, will you?” Newt asks. “We’ll get nowhere if both of you are bickering the whole time.”

You sigh. “Alright, fine. If I wanted to turn you guys in, you’d already be dead. WCKD doesn’t cut corners, you know that. We would have burned your entire establishment to the ground. Happy?”

“Very,” Gally remarks dryly. “We’re familiar with your typical way of handling things, thank you very much. We know how WCKD operates.”

“If you know so much, why do you need me?” You ask. “Newt knew where to find me even on my off day. I’m assuming you’ve done your research thoroughly or you’ve got a source, in which case you’d have no reason to reach out to me, too. Why take a risk like this?”

“Because our source is no longer in WCKD,” Newt interjects. “Our information is out of date. We want more relevant gossip, to put it plainly.”

You frown. “You used to have a source in WCKD? Who?”

Newt goes silent, something almost like pity in his eyes. Gally, unencumbered by weak things like empathy, answers your question. “Thomas.”

You draw in a harsh breath. “You know Thomas?”

This changes the whole situation. Thomas– Thomas was everything. He and Teresa were the very first to show up to WCKD. You were the third, but they’d been there for at least a year before you. It changed them, you think. It made them closer than anyone else. When Thomas left, it destroyed Teresa. You and Teresa have known each other for years now, but it’s nowhere remotely close to the bond she shared with Thomas. Nothing can ever match that.

Thomas had been the last of the good ones, you think. After he left, everything was ruined. It was the first sign of the end of days. If Thomas, Thomas the believer, Thomas, the one who was willing to give everything to cause even when it left him broken and bloody, could walk away, what claim did the rest of you have to anything at all?

Thomas’ departure changed the way that WCKD worked. Neither Thomas nor Teresa had been true experiments. Teresa was trained as a Black Widow, and Thomas made himself an indestructible shield, running around the city as Captain America and saving people wherever he went. They juiced him up a little to make him stronger, but nothing as intense as the rest of you. No cuts were made.

Thomas was the last ideal any of you had that humanity could be protected by other humans. Once Thomas was gone, WCKD started up their labs in earnest. Now, almost every one of their teenage recruits is modified in some way. They say it’s because you have to fight fire with fire, that you can’t possibly compete with mutants if you’re not more than human yourself, but many terrible things have been done in the name of scientific progress. This would not be the first.

And now you find out that Thomas had once been here. Thomas had been friends with everyone in this room. You look wildly from face to face, expecting to find the boy you had once pledged to defend until your dying breath. The two of you had saved each other on countless dangerous missions, but now he’s just gone, and you aren’t even entirely sure that you would recognize him were you to see him again.

Newt saves you from the peril of not knowing. “He’s not here,” he answers you gently. “Thomas got out. He told us to try to reach you, though. Said you could be trusted.”

“Not Teresa?” You ask softly. That surprises you. If Thomas could save anyone, wouldn’t it be her?

Newt shakes his head. “He said Teresa was better than him. She would never leave.”

“But I would?” You say bitterly.

“He knew you could save us, not just the city,” Newt supplies. You’re not sure if that makes it all better or worse, but it is an answer to fill the empty silence curling between your ribs, so that helps with something, at least.

You nod curtly. “Alright, then. If you’ve got Thomas on your side, I’ll help. Just– have you seen him recently? Is he still alive? I would ask on my end, but I don’t know if WCKD would tell us if they– if they killed him.”

Gally looks vaguely irritated. “No, the asshole’s still alive. He’s a major pain, won’t stop asking questions or getting in the way we do things, but he’s still kicking.”

You grin in spite of yourself. “That’s Thomas for you. He has a way of getting under your skin. He means well, though.”

Newt laughs. “That’s one way of putting it. He skipped town a week or so back. Said he was going to try to look for an old friend.”

At first, you’re confused about who that would be except for you and Teresa, and then– Oh. It hits you like a tidal wave. “Minho.”

Newt nods. “You knew him too?”

You smile. “The four of us were always the closest. Maybe we can do a little family reunion if I can get away without WCKD always watching my back.”

Gally coughs pointedly. “Let’s get back to business. You can reminisce later about the good old days of killing mutants together. You’re willing to help?”

You incline your head. “As best I can. Tell me what you need and I’ll do my best to get it. It might be slow going at first, I’ve got to divert suspicion, but I have access to just about everything. Perks of working for them since I was small. Satellite feeds, location tracking, anything.”

For the first time all night, you think Gally smiles. “You know what, I think we just might be friends after all.”

Isn’t that a lovely thought? As it turns out, Gally isn’t wrong. Days turn into weeks, and the information you accumulate for Newt’s friends steadily turns into a virtual mountain. You find mutants for them, people with abilities who WCKD would kill but they can save. They have friends, too, who are already on WCKD’s radar and need to be removed from the list. You pretend to kill them to erase any sign of their existence. After that, they can run without getting gunned down when they try to leave the city. WCKD has this place on lockdown, the only way you can escape their clutches is in a bodybag, so you fake that part and everything goes according to plan.

You usually rotate members of Newt’s group when handing off information to avoid suspicion, but your favorite blond shows up the most often. You heard one of the other boys grumbling once that Newt has a habit of insisting that it be him to meet up with you, even threatening to set his monster on someone who argued too hard against it, but that just makes you laugh. Newt’s a sweetheart. He wouldn’t hurt any of his friends to stop them from flirting with you. Hopefully.

One evening, the two of you are walking along the river for such a handoff when Newt breaks the one boundary both of you have had the good sense to maintain and asks you when you’re going to leave along with them. Newt’s friends aren’t interested in making a stand against WCKD, they just want to get the last of their allies out of the city before the whole thing burns down.

The more you research on Newt’s behalf, the more you realize how precarious the whole affair is. WCKD has no surefire way of keeping crime out. Their only solution for stopping violence is to nip it in the bud, so to speak, but innocents get caught in the crossfires more often than not. The murder rate is skyrocketing anyway. Nothing any of you do will matter in the long run, and it just puts the teenagers WCKD hires in harm’s way more than the adults who hide in the wings and keep their hands clean.

It’s like working just downhill from a volcano. At some point, the lava will flood into your streets and engulf you all in an inferno of blood and tears. You pretend that you can just work hard enough to fight that, but it isn’t working. It hasn’t since the start. You can push off the inevitable a few weeks, but it always comes in the end.

That’s why Newt and his friends are so interested in getting out. WCKD keeps clear tags on all mutants and inhumans in the area. The second any of you try to run, they send an assassin out to kill you. Supposedly, it’s all about containing the threat, but none of this has ever been about having a good motive, no matter what you say. Everything leads back to power. If you run the city with all the inhumans, you have more power than the rest. Easy as that.

You’ve been steadily helping people escape. Chuck was one of the first to go, all of you agreed. He was just a kid, hardly twelve. He ended up on WCKD’s list because he figured out how to turn his flesh and bone into any material. Soft skin could become as hard as diamond or as pliable as water in a second if he just thought about it. Often, he didn’t, electing instead to just ignore his mutation in favor of trying to blend in with the rest of the guys he idolized, but WCKD doesn’t forget as easily as a preteen.

There were others, too. Clint, a boy about your age, who could heal from any injury. Frypan found an old spell book and learned how to cook up portals to other places and fantastic rings of glowing energy. Zart could shrink as small as an ant or grow taller than a skyscraper. Jorge had a mechanical suit impervious to most attacks that let him fly so long as he kept it up to date; he taught a girl named Brenda how to do the same. They don’t like being apart.

Only a few remain now. Newt, with his monster. Gally, with his fire abilities. You, with your webs. Thomas has appeared a few times now to help ferry people out of the city. The first time you saw him, you nearly wept. It was like seeing a ghost. You assumed he had died a long time ago, but then you’d walked into the warehouse one day and there he was, making a sarcastic joke to Newt. He’d turned to look at you as you slowly approached, and said it was good to see you again. It had taken everything in you not to break down at that very moment.

So he’s alive, then, and Minho is too. Hypothetically, the rest of the boys you’ve been slowly ferrying out are with them. In reality, you have no idea if any of them managed to survive past the edge of the city, but you can hope. That’s all any of you have at this point, hope that someday, you’ll all live past WCKD’s imposed expiration date.

There is, of course, the idea that once the last of them leave, you’ll be left alone with the organization you’ve been steadily betraying, but truth be told, you thought you’d be found out long before the last of Newt’s crew left, so that decision was never going to be yours to make anyway.

Newt doesn’t care about that, though. Newt has told you that he’d break into WCKD headquarters all by himself if you were captured or discovered. So of course it makes sense that Newt is the one to look you in the eyes at last and ask when– not if, but when– you’d be leaving with the rest of them.

You let out a shaky breath. “I wasn’t under the impression that I would be going with you.”

Newt reacts as if you’ve slapped him. “Why wouldn’t you? You don’t believe in WCKD anymore. Burn them to the ground one last time, then leave with us.”

You sigh. “I would be abandoning the only life I’ve ever known. If I leave, WCKD would know for certain that I’d betrayed them, if they haven’t figured it out already. They have evidence of dozens of murders I’ve committed. If they wanted to, they could release that information and have the police drag me back to them. WCKD doesn’t like it when their experiments try to run away.”

You learned that lesson well enough with Thomas. Newt’s jaw locks at the mention of what WCKD had done to you, but he manages to keep his cool. “Exactly why you should leave. Where we’re going, no one will find us. It’s wild land in the middle of nowhere. There’s a total maze of forest cutting off outside access. We’ve got farmland and a big house for all of us. It’ll be a simpler life than we’re used to leading, sure, but no one can find us there. You’ll be safe, Y/N. We all will.”

You’re not sure if you want to laugh or cry at the fierce hope in his eyes. “Do you really believe that?”

“Yes,” Newt says decisively. “We’re so close, Y/N. Most of us are gone, only a few left. Promise me that you’ll go with us when the last of us leave. Maybe we can fake our deaths or something to stop them from looking. Just promise me you won’t let me leave alone.”

Promises are dangerous. They have a way of being broken. Still, you nod, and press your fingers against his when Newt takes your hand. “I’ll do it. I promise.”

A sunrise of a smile splits Newt’s face. “I’m holding you to that.”

You hope against everything that he does. To be honest, hearing him talk, you almost think that you could do it; make it out alive. The last few kids are shipped out of the city, and then Newt meets up with you, says that only he and Gally are left. It’s time to go. You agree to meet him that night to run. You haven’t let your hopes truly rise all this time, but it’s impossible to avoid now. A life without killing. It seems like a dream, but it might be yours after all.

And then, a few hours before you’re scheduled to meet Newt to leave the city behind, you get a call from WCKD saying they want to meet with you to discuss recent progress. You text Newt from a burner phone telling him that you might be late and to go on without you if you take too long. You know he won’t, but the comforting lie that he might make it out without getting caught up in your capture carries you to WCKD.

Your heels click on the tiled floor. You know everyone here, you have since you were small. That fact used to fill you with pride; after years of watching people get replaced, you alone stayed, along with Teresa. You had what it took to put your life on the line and keep going. You were the best of the best.

Now, it just seems like another betrayal. How could all of those people watch you grow up and still condone what they had forced you to do? You try to imagine making Chuck go out and hunt down kids his age. It makes you sick to your stomach. All of these people are complicit in the blood caking your hands, and they will never, ever be accountable for it.

You’re certain that they must know what you’ve done. You walk to the conference room in a haze. Newt is on the other side of the city by now. Maybe he’s already out. Maybe they’re all out. If there was one good thing you did in your life, you couldn’t be more proud that it was for him. After years of senseless death, you saved the lives of other mutants just like you. It won’t be enough to wash your ledger clean, but it’s a start. It’s a shame it’s all over now. No more chances to improve. Just one last opportunity to die.

You walk into the meeting room and take the only empty seat. Around you are many familiar faces. Dr. Ava Paige sits at the head of the table, her second in command, a sickly man named Janson at one side, Teresa at the other. Teresa eyes you with no small amount of judgment. How righteous she must feel, knowing that of the three kids who started it all, she alone was capable of carrying out the blessed mission without getting corrupted. How challenging, to wonder why both you and Thomas needed to leave and she could never find a reason why.

Other WCKD officials and high-level agents crowd the ranks. There are only a dozen people in here, maximum, but Ava Paige has chosen them well. They’re all older than you, making the aura in here quite sinister indeed.

Once you’ve sat down and the door closes behind you (do you hear a lock slide shut, or are you just paranoid?), Dr. Paige begins. “We’ve had reason to worry about you, Y/N,” she says. “You’ve always been one of our best agents, but your quotas have been down as of late.”

“By quotas, you mean the people that I’ve killed, correct?” You clarify, sending a ripple of whispers around the room.

Dr. Paige’s face tightens. “I refer to the threats you have eliminated from our glorious city, but if that’s the way you’d like to put it, fine. You have killed fewer times, yes. Why?”

“Maybe I didn’t find any more threats,” you reply.

Janson arches a brow. “There are always threats. Have you lost your stomach for it?”

You smile, although the expression is cold. “I have a question, Dr. Janson. Why is it always me?”

He frowns. “Pardon?”

“Why is it always me out there in the field?” You repeat. “All of you in this room would rather send a child out to kill inhumans than do it yourselves. Does that ease your conscience? Does it reduce variables of concern for human life if you force a teenager to kill instead of doing it yourself?”

Ava Paige rises to her feet. “Y/N L/N, you have been a part of this organization since the start. I remember when you were fiercely dedicated to the cause. Don’t tell me you’re walking away now because you’ve decided to reinsert morals into the equation. What about the people who will die because you are no longer willing to protect them?”

“I’ll find another way to protect them,” you shoot back, “One that doesn’t involve murdering people just because you think they might one day become a problem.”

“That’s naive and you know it. You can’t leave,” Dr. Paige says, her face bleached pale.

“Why not?” You ask. “Are you afraid that I’ll tell people what you had me do? What will you do to stop me?”

When she remains silent, you realize that it’s not just you who has something to fear from WCKD’s actions becoming public. They’ve sanctioned killing dozens if not hundreds of times. They can’t afford to call you back without letting all of their dirty secrets go, and that is a loophole you will most certainly exploit.

You stand. “I think we’re done here. I am.”

They don’t try to stop you. Teresa, however, runs out the door after you. “Don’t you leave us, Y/N. You know what WCKD means to this city.”

“I know what it means to innocent inhumans who have to fear for their lives every time they leave their homes,” you retort.

She pulls you into an empty room. In the half-light of the nearby windows, her eyes are frantic. “You’re the only one I have left. The only one who believed like I did. You know we have a responsibility to this city.”

“Not like this,” you whisper sadly. “Teresa, you know this isn’t the way. We can still save the world in our own right, but it shouldn’t come at the cost of this much blood. There are other ways.”

“What, like with that little group of mutants you’ve been running around with recently?” Teresa’s voice is shrill, and you feel your blood ice over in your veins. “I know, Y/N. I know everything. I know you’ve been feeding them information. You’ve been working with the enemy all along.”

“Then why haven’t you turned me in yet?” You ask quietly. “That would be what WCKD wanted, to know about moles or liars. Why are you telling me this now?”

She’s silent for a while, then:  “I wanted to know why you would throw all of this away for nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing,” you tell her. “I made friends there. Real friends, who wanted me to be safe.”

“They’re not your friends, I am. Those are perfect strangers who could be planning to kill you the second you all leave the city. You can’t trust any of them.” Teresa argues.

You look her steadily in the eyes. “Maybe not, but I trust Thomas.”

That finally gets through to her. Teresa rears back. “No. He wouldn’t–”

“He would,” you continue. “I’ve seen him, Teresa. He knows all of my friends. Thomas is the one who wants us to get out alive.”

She shakes her head, but the fight is gone from her eyes, you can see it. “No. That can’t be true.”

“It is, Teresa,” you say, then on a sudden urge, “Come with us. There’s still time. WCKD is going to destroy itself in a matter of months, you know this. I don’t want you there when the whole thing goes up in flames. Come with me. Stay alive.”

You reach out to her, but Teresa backs away slowly. “I can’t abandon the cause,” she whispers.

It hurts like a broken bone, but you can’t say you didn’t see it coming. “Goodbye,” you tell her at last. “Thank you for being my friend.”

She nods once, tight and controlled. “You should go now. Before they try to stop you.”

There is nothing else to say, so you take one last look at her and run. She’s saved you one final time by not turning you in, but she’ll do no more for you from here on out. This is the end of you and her, although if you were going to be honest, you would know that your friendship effectively ended when you first started going against WCKD. Everything past that was a betrayal of your work with her, and Teresa knew it all along but didn’t say a word. She has always been the best at sacrifices, hasn’t she?

You should still have time to get to Newt before their car leaves. He’s probably stalling with everything he has so you can make it to him, and you won’t let him down now. You practically sprint out the door and down the sidewalk, hurtling towards the pickup location. Secrecy doesn’t matter anymore. WCKD caught on to the fact that you no longer want anything to do with them, and they’ll be sending someone after you to kill you soon if they haven’t already.

You whip around a few corners. You’re meeting at the docks one last time, it’s just a few corners down. You take a shortcut across a parking lot, but several dark cars screech into the space behind you just as you enter. WCKD already. You swear under your breath and pick up speed, turning down an alley so they can’t follow you except on foot.

One of your stalkers is crazy enough to run after you. He’s bigger than you, and gains ground quicker than you’d like. You take several quick turns, but can’t shake him. The alley opens up to the docks, and you sprint towards the empty pavement of the loading area. You’ve hardly left the shade of the alleys behind when someone collides with you from behind, sending both of you toppling to the ground.

You shove the man off of you, staggering to your knees to come eye to eye with Janson. “Experiments can’t leave,” he growls. “We’ll learn from your bones if not your missions.”

He draws a gun from his belt and points it at you. “Come with me, now. Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be. I can collect your corpse if that’s easier.”

You wonder if Newt is still here, if he can hear you. You hope that he’s already gone. It’ll be far worse for him to watch you die. He’s already watched too many of his friends lose their lives to WCKD, you cannot be another one.

You hold up your hand slowly. “Don’t do something you’d regret.”

“I should be telling you that,” Janson snarls.

You wait for him to be distracted trying to move across the uneven ground, then lunge for the ground, shooting a web at his hand to muffle the trigger. He shifts at the last second, and the spider web hits the trigger instead, sending a rogue shot against the side of a nearby shipping container instead of you.

You duck on instinct, rolling away in case he tries to shoot again. Janson looks half mad as he aims at you again. “You can’t leave us,” he says, “We made you. You cannot abandon your creators.”

There’s a shadow moving somewhere behind him. With a chill, you realize you know who it is. Newt doesn’t know that Janson has reinforcements; although they’re still a little behind, they’ll catch up soon enough. You cannot afford for Newt to be caught, not now.

You shout as loud as you can, “Don’t do it! You have to run!”

Janson glances at you, confused. “Who are you talking to?”

You ignore him, calling again to the shifting mass of shadows steadily growing darker by the edge of the shipping containers. “You have to go! Leave me!”

“No,” answers the darkness slithering across the ground, forming into a massive monster behind Janson.

Janson whips around, and his eyes grow large at the sight of Newt’s monster. It snarls at him, displaying rows of wickedly sharp teeth. He tries to shoot, but the monster grabs the gun with one muscular hand, forcing it away and snapping several of the bones in Janson’s hand at the same time.

Janson screams in pain. “This is what you leave us for, Y/N? This monster? You’re no better than everyone you killed. You’ll always be a disease upon this earth.”

“Actually,” the monster corrects, “You are.”

Before your eyes, the shadows start to run away from Newt all at once, but instead of disappearing like normal, they coalesce onto Janson instead. Janson’s head is flung back as the monster enters him, eyes shot with dark veins. When it’s over, Janson is comatose on the ground, arms and face shadowed with the monster, and Newt is running over to you, human, anxiously searching you for any sign of harm.

“I’m fine,” you promise him, “But– what did you do?”

“I gave it up,” Newt says wryly. “I didn’t need the hate anymore. I just needed you to be alive.”

At last, you understand. Newt needed the monster so he could protect his friends from WCKD, but that’s over now. The last car is about to leave, and then the city, the dying, all of it will be a nightmare that has finally ended.

He grabs your hand. “We need to hurry. Jorge’s waiting, but he won’t want to stick around much longer.”

You run with him towards the waiting car. Gally’s in shotgun, and although he’s always sworn that he doesn’t need any of you, you swear he almost smiles in relief when he sees you and Newt slide in. “Way to cut it close, you guys,” he admonishes you.

Newt rolls his eyes. “We’re here now, aren’t we? Let’s go.”

“I’m perfectly fine with that,” Jorge says, and pulls away into the night.

You watch the dock disappear behind you into a web of roads and street lights. You thought it would be impossible somehow, leaving, like there would be an invisible wall to keep you here. When the lights of the city fade into a dim skyline, then vanish behind the safety of miles of distance crossed, you realize at last that you’ve done it, you’ve left. Now, all that exists for you is a wild dream of a simple life, one with your friends where no one tries to hunt you down.

Newt takes your hand and squeezes it. “We’re out,” he says.

“We’re out,” you repeat in somewhat of a daze. “Where are we going again? What’s that place where everyone’s waiting?”

Newt chuckles. “It’s a bit of a mess right now. It’s just us in the middle of nowhere, but that’s the way we like it. Thomas managed to acquire a property surrounded by parkland so no one could build nearby. It’s just us. Nice place, though. Lots of green space. We’re thinking about calling it the Glade.”

A soft smile crosses your lips. “The Glade. I like that.”

It sounds good. It sounds, at last, like a quiet end to your otherwise violent story. Sometimes, though, quiet isn’t always bad. It lets you know that you’re alive, that you made it. Quiet tells you that you’re going to be okay.

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[vacantgodling]

Pure/Citra, Reed/Twilightsorrow, and Charissa/Altair please!!

(I mean I also want to know everything about what Saith is up to but that felt like too many for one ask 👀)

~ @void-botanist

thank you for the ask!!! ;3;

PURE / CITRA (status: kinda a crackship but they definitely become friends i just haven't decided if i want them to kiss yet or not)

pure is clear's younger brother and the youngest of the brightendale's and he has a super tumultuous relationship with both clear and vanity. pure really buys into the eros-superiority "we need to focus our efforts on argos" energy and is honestly like dion but brattier?? also has no sense of self preservation yet he's not half as talented a hunter as his sister vanity, let alone even a fraction powerful as clear. he has a huge inferiority complex and craves validation and acceptance. citra is on the opposite end of things. he's the cousin of moira and san and while he's not a bad hunter, he definitely isn't the strongest. however, he comes at life with a better attitude (nature/nurture is huge lmao) and seeks to learn and wants to become better and harbors no ill will towards people better than him. the two of them meet and initially clash because pure can be really condescending and brazen while citra is more mild-mannered like clear which immediately pisses pure off (he hates clear with a passion. cuz he's san but worse LMAO). however, citra never takes anything personally and is the first person who really sees that pure is lashing out because he's hurt. they have a very small angry x tall chill vibe about them. citra always makes pure apologize when he goes too far and citra's influence helps pure patch up some of his shittier relationships like with vanity and clear lol. so, i think they could work. PLUS i think it would be hilarious if san and clear ended up cousins via marriage PFF.

REED / TWILIGHTSORROW (status: doomed friendship)

these are some of my history of terrae ocs so spoilers aren't a thing since this happened long before canon. honestly, the best explanation would be if you read this long post about the progression from twilight -> twilightsorrow -> EFFE. if reed would've lived longer, he would've been able to really teach twilightsorrow humanity and tbh their relationship is kind of a very historical mirror of the bad end for evondra/arian (that kind of happens but doesn't happen to them, its complicated). reed is such a good, funloving soul and i think it would honestly be cute to have an au where they got to meet when TS was still just twilight and before the day of fissures bc he'd absolutely serenade her outside of her balcony window and make her embarrassed lol. anyway tcol is actually quite more melancholic than i like to let on LMAO--

CHARISSA / ALTAIR (status: canon!)

god the two of them have been through hell and back together and they're literally boss ass "you can't die for me because i will drag you back to life and kill you myself" vibes. their full backstory is very spoiler territory however, so unless y'all want the spoilers (which i'm always happy to give lmao) i can't say TOO much about what they've kind of been through together, however charissa's family is obsessed with altair and they are demanding to know when they will get together and provide them children and altair thinks this is the funniest shit in the world and proposes to her solely to piss her off when she takes him to introduce him to her family. they're very much a couple who never explicitly says they're together but then they buy a house, matching rings, move in together and are basically married in every sense of the word. charissa is more likely to deny it than altair lmao. they also turn everything into a competition and charissa is most likely to instigate but altair never backs down pff.

#s: tcol

[surrealsunday]

Jaime! I started watching kinnporsche because of you and I have a question. People have said Kinn feel first but Porsche fell harder. Do y ou agree? I think an obsession is voming on with this show

The fact that I got two asks with you guys just yelling my name first thing and I don't even think it's the same person completely cracked me up. I am thrilled you’re watching and enjoying, anon! 

But a Kinnporsche ask! This is exciting! So let's dive in... (and you know me... it’ll probably get long 😏).

Short answer is yes. I think Kinn fell first and Porsche fell harder. But I should clarify that I don't think Porsche is more in love. I think both Kinn and Porsche are on very equal ground when it comes to how much - and exactly how desperately - they've fallen in love with one another. And I think that's something the show has done a really good job of showing... or I suppose an even more accurate way of putting it is emoting. This is despite the fact that Porsche and Kinn have different (though not entirely dissimilar) ways of expressing that vulnerability. 

I think Kinn went into this entire situation aware of the way he was drawn to Porsche from the very beginning. Like here was this seriously beautiful guy who pops into Kinn’s life by chance, saves his ass, shows alllll the sass in the world, isn’t at all intimidated or cowed by the ring on Kinn’s finger (or, like, that whole kidnapping him thing lmao), and treats Kinn only as a man from the very beginning (a man who was seriously pissing him off 😂). There is no doubt - despite the way he bitched - that Kinn was intrigued and drawn to Porsche despite himself. Kinn is also openly gay and obviously completely confident in his sexuality. And there was an element of attraction from the very beginning that Kinn definitely noticed. Side note: I love in those first few frozen eye connection moments in early eps it’s clear Kinn is caught in the moment and this pull towards Porsche, but Apo kept his expression relatively devoid of obvious reaction in return (a clear choice considering both actors are freaking masters at micro expressions). So Kinn goes about things in a very natural (for lack of a better word) way. He’s drawn to Porsche, attracted to him, gets to know him better, and falls. And it’s a soft fall imo. He’s aware as it’s happening which also explains to me how and why he initiates as much as he does. He’s unsure of how Porsche feels initially, but he’s very aware of how he feels (even as it conflicts with everything he believes his familial duties require and even as he fights that reality). And he falls even more deeply as the episodes and their relationship progresses - to the point we’re at now where he is in deep. And Kinn has been in love before. This is a feeling he recognizes. I think what has thrown his head (and heart) into turmoil is not just the baggage from his ex, but that he recognizes love - and more significantly, recognizes that his love for Porsche is on a level he hasn’t experienced before (something I really hope the show will have him point out). 

As for Porsche... Porsche fell for Kinn like an asteroid hitting the earth (sorry for the dramatic metaphor but… really… it’s appropriate). Like, we’re talking an earth shattering slam of emotion that left him more vulnerable than he’s ever been and completely reeling with feeling he’s never experienced before. The reverberations of that impact are seen in so many ways - in his confusion and repeated need for some sort of verbal acknowledgement of feeling from Kinn, in his anguish when the intensity of feeling is followed by Kinn’s cold aloofness and cruel treatment, in the way he seeks out Kinn again and again, in the way he responds to Kinn’s affection and touch, and on and on. This was not a soft fall. Porsche slammed into love with violence and desperation and a total lack of familiarity. He’s never been in love before... and to fall in love for the first time with this kind of intensity? Yeah... that’s gonna hit hard. Porsche is such a strong character. In every way. Physically he’s a BAMF, but he’s also a self-assured, sassy, cocky, capable shit disturber. So to see exactly how vulnerable he becomes with Kinn has really been something. And so that’s what I mean by agreeing Porsche fell harder.

In the end, I think both Porsche and Kinn need someone who challenges them - an equal partner in their lives and someone who doesn’t hesitate in calling them out on their shit. This isn’t something Porsche has ever had. And while we know little about Kinn’s ex, it seems clear from the unhappy ending, an equal partner was not what he got there. I think this is the first time for both of them that they have someone standing across from them who sees them for the man they are and wants exactly that while offering the same. It’s a pretty special thing and a truly phenomenal dynamic to watch develop. 

#kinnporsche #getting into kinnporsche meta? #I am also in too deep #I feel you Kinn #kinnporsche the series

[fabdante]

Got this from checking the tags. It was a ways down in #aes: the path is clear for us to rule", but:

What reboot demon princes AU?

It's an AU me and my girlfriend made like yeaaars ago that I always mean to do something with but I end up getting busy with other stuff.

The basic idea of the demon prince AU was that, after Eva is killed, Sparda takes the twins goes to Mundus and begs for leniency. Mundus, being amused by his brother returning to him and groveling and intrigued by the notion of having the two remaining Nephilim in his back pocket, accepts Sparda back as his second in command but keeps him on a very, very tight leash.

The boys are raised as princes in Limbo as a result. Since Mundus doesn't have his own kids (at the moment) the twins are the next in line for the throne. Particularly because Mundus does not trust Sparda (which is fair, part of Sparda's ploy here is he's trying to figure out how to finish his plan while keeping a close eye on Mundus).

Vergil is seen as the more capable leader of the twins so he's seen as the direct heir to the throne so he's being primed for the possibility of ruling one day should Mundus never have an heir. Dante, being spare heir, kinda just fucks around and does not take a lot of things seriously and is enjoying the power and influence of this position he's been in for most of his life. Neither particularly like Mundus, but neither is exactly privy to their fathers plans to one day unseat Mundus (though I imagine Vergil has a vague idea of what Sparda is up to).

The AU kind of splitters into like a bunch of other AU's when it comes to introducing Kat. Sometimes Vergil finds her, sometimes she accidently summons Vergil while trying to summon someone to help her with her foster father, sometimes Kat is taken into Limbo for Various Reasons tm (there's a few variants of this one) and thats how she meets the twins, sometimes the boys during a visit to the surface world (they have human personas and they go there sometimes for Prince Business or just to chill out, both are kinda famous) meet her somehow, there's just so many options and all have been explored to some degree lmao. There's even more versions of it but these are the more typical ones.

That tag also honestly has become storage for outfit ideas for a different set of AUs as well where Kat is queen of hell (I usually call them Demon Queen Kat AUs). Usually these AUs are a result of Kat having been in on Vergil's plan and agreeing to it and running off to hell with him and the two become monarchs of their own ring of hell. Sometimes they're the result of Kat going back to hell with Vergil for Reasons after he left. All that I know is she probably has a sick ass wardrobe and I would like to draw her in fancy dresses more often then I do (which is never)

#fab talks #fabtalks #dmc reboot #ask #it's one of those things where i have ideas but am rarely motivated to work on them lmao #beyond collecting outfits for everyone

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR Rambles revenge of the sixth

The titles are dumb.

I'm dumb.

We're all dumb and reading my cringey gay fan comic for a book that has completely taken over my life.

What are any of us doing here.

I don't even like starwars.

This chapter takes place during the "The Fall of Hyrule Castle" chapter aka chapter 2 of the manga.

And yeah there will be quite a few of these and I'll specify where they take place in the break downs. (I try to make it obvious in the comic itself but ya never know.)

Shadow is rambling evil little nonsense and gets dragged to the hell dimension which will look very familiar to us...

This is Dark Link's crib where he lives with all his Links hot chicks Does literally anybody get that reference lmfao.

Also where the four heroes are trapped for 7 years. Well when they stopped being disembodied voices anyway.

Vaati drags Shadow here though to talk.

Shadow's just a cutie pie that wants to please the dude Ganon's no doubt been hyping up as a good alley lmao.

So that's why he recognized the ol wind mage. He saw his divine face before. Vaati's been shown to having shapeshifting magic so I found it fitting he could just...Look like his old disguise.

With the context for this line given: Makes you wonder what else Shadow knows lol.

Vaati being a mentor figure is smth I've always kinda seen him as. I noticed after skimming Vaati's scenes in minishcap Still haven't fully READ it but holy shit there's so many interesting things that link back to FSA....Like uh...How Minish cap Link MAKES THE FOUR SWORD.

I noticed they basically share all their abilities. So I head cannoned Vaati taught him things.

I like Vaati as a pathetic simp who is also a terrible abusive father. COPE. HE'S MY VAATI I DO WHAT I WANT WITH HIM.

Since I've spoiled Hero's shade showing up at some point Woops if you haven't seen any of his art lmfao this also mirrors how he teaches Twilight Princess Link things.

Baby wanted to impress his new dad but new dad is a fan of tough parenting. Vaati sets his expectations high from the get go.

Again: Shadow recognized this attack because Vaati freakin' taught him it. X'D

Fool him once, shame on him. Fool him twice, now Vaati you're just an asshole-

Smth you might notice if you've read the manga a million times:

He blows the four heroes away EASILY but can't get Vaati to budge.

Vaati is powerful lmao not Shadow being weak. XD

Vaati also links his disappointment to physical pain.

Vaati just showing off his power while also making thin threats. A blatant display of who's more powerful, he reenforces Shadow's fear of the light.

Haha. The wording here might ring a bell if you know specific lines from the manga.

Who the hell made Shadow feel worthless before?

Vaati. The answer is Vaati lmfao. Ganon probs too but he's being ignored rn cause I'm unsure if I even wanna touch him tbh.

Vaati's advice comes in handy here actually in more ways than one:

Shadow could shift into one of the heroes, and cause problem.

Shift into Link and cause issues for them.

Also Vaati mentions nobody trusting Shadow how he is.

Ties back into how he shifts into Vio later in the actual manga hah.

Again Vaati veils his and Ganon's disappointment as something to fear, but gives Shadow a small reward of physical affection.

Shadow Link imo obviously craves physical affection so Vaati giving it here is just to keep him on the line of behaving how they want him too.

Shadow can't tell he's being yanked along oof.

Vaati makes his relationship with Shadow clear: Keep in my good graces, I will reward you. Make me angry or disapointed and I will hurt you.

Shadow likes to think he has SOME amount of superiority over Vaati, that they're at least equals but Vaati ain't interested in that.

Hahahha. So much for that plan buddy.

Shadow's eyes were red the entire scene because he's a demon.

I don't got a lot to add to these pages cause they're pretty self explanatory. XD

#four swords returns #Four Swords returns rambles #FSR rambles

[mrsnancywheeler]

I just wanna say... ur content makes my brain go 'bzzt!!!' in a good way; I've never watched djats, but lordy your billy dunne blurbs have a chokehold on me ✊️😔 an incurable plague on my house... u and ur anons' brains are just so !!!! MWAH!!! chef's kiss!!!

I mainly followed for Finnick content and stayed when I saw u were a swiftie & some of your stuff was based on some of her songs^^... if I may throw my hat into the Billy Dunne & his muse ring :))

I'm surprised no one has brought up The Last Time yet, especially the bridge!

'This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong'/'This is the last time I say it's been you all along'/'This is the last time I let you in my door'/'This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore'

And the whole nature of the song being that 'ik we need to quit while we're ahead, but you're all i know' and how it's progressed to where we see in the song... if that ain't Muse coming to her senses and Billy having The Realization that he's been a massive dick...

like, the vision is in my head & I hope it came across clearly enough lmao & makes sense considering the very limited knowledge I have on this topic

I'm literally so glad, I long to infect everyone with billy dunne brain rot. i love my anon's sm too, their brains are next level fr. I'm so glad you're here, hun, I love taylor sm and yessss tell me all your thoughts 💋

yesss you are so so right like the whole ultimatum especially like, I'm not coming back if you don't change, we do this over and over and over again and I can't do it any longer, yet I'm still gonna stay with yiu throughout the whole tour snf and come whenever you call.

so many lyrics are just so relevant

"find myself at your door, just like all those times before. I'm not sure how I got there, all roads they lead me here"

"this is the last time I'm asking you this, put my name at the top of your list. this is the last time I'm asking you why you break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye"

"you find yourself at my door, just like all those times before. you wear your best apology"

the vision is clear and so, so correct. like the realization that no matter how much willing she has, no matter how many times they do this, there's only so much more she can take before it just breaks.

sorry this took me so long to get too, I'm traveling 😭❤️

#wanda 💋 #billy dunne x reader angst #billy dunne angst #billy dunne #djats x reader #pinkanon-com

[wafflesetc]

I get why it's easier to assume the worst since we haven't gotten anything good for months but I think there is a very solid chance that Upstead will be just fine whether Tracy stays on the show or not.

They know how popular Upstead is so I'd like to think that under these circumstances they would at least try to keep the fans happy. And when looking at everything that's been said on the show and in interviews, nothing straightly says that they're not gonna work out in the end. (Not even gonna account that stupid ring interview which was pure speculation from every party with zero facts, and the fact that it was el interview)

Looking at the show, there is no way Jay would be the one to end their relationship. He loves her a lot and promised her to come back and that they'd get through this. Sure he hasn't answered her calls and whatnot but there is a reason behind there. And Hailey loves Jay too despite everything. I doubt that her life would get any easier or less heavier if just decided to call it off. Their thing runs deep. For her, it's just finding about the middle ground to walk on until he gets home whatever that may be. But I don't believe giving up on them is an option for her even though she most likely feels betrayed and angry right now. He is her world and vice versa. This is a place of growth for both of them in different ways. (Though how would we even know what she feels and how she's been handling it when we haven't seen anything since 10x12)

Then the interviews. They've talked a lot about Hailey having to handle things on her own and learn to live by herself and live without her anchor. They haven't said ever straightly or even implied that they'd be finished in my opinion. Hardships for sure but nothing definite. And something that stuck to me was when in one the interviews was said that 'they hope fans keeps loving this couple'. I've always looked it as a little strand of hope. They know Upstead's journey, how loved they are so their first mission wouldn't be to break them up now. It would do no good on anyone.

They are just using Upstead as a drama factor just like they do every goddamn season. They know how many people care about them, so using them for drama is worth it in their eyes. Keeping the viewers engaged or whatever even though in reality no one likes it and even less this season when we've been put through ringer. But that seems to be quality tv in their eyes.

If Tracy stays, there is as good chance as any to have Upstead stay married offscreen and bringing Jay home at some point. He'll be working somewhere else in Chicago and not shown onscreen. We'll get some talk from Hailey during her episodes to keep them alive and have that ring on her finger. And we'll keep watching different ways to put Hailey through the ringer because that seems to also be a lovely way to write tv.

I'm just personally tired of the negativity. Show isn't giving anything so I try to look at the little good things and keep the hope alive until the show proves that there is no reason to do so.

(I apologize for this long thing. I've had months to look at this thing from every angle and I'm a bit passionate and obsessed about this matter lmao)

I think there are a couple different ways people are handling this all - prepping for the worst, being realistic given what we have seen and also being hopeful. There's no right or wrong answer in any of these scenarios and the show isn't giving us really any clear answers, rather just giving us more questions.

Don't take anything Emily gives us on Upstead as actual fact - she is a journalist who knows where the alliances are in the fandom, so she knows exactly what will get the fandom spinning, which in turn helps her article circulate and do well. I really, really, really don't like what she reports for the show.

I think there is a lot of truth to what you are saying - they've kept the ring on her for the most part and we haven't had any real update since 10x12. Hailey is just living in this odd limbo, and she can't do that forever. I do think eventually they are going to have to do a little bit more, the question is just when.

The writers love to put Hailey through the ringer - I think this is twofold - one she's a fan favorite so her episodes tend to do well and they know that - and two the fact that Tracy is a phenomenal actress and she can carry the heavier, emotional storylines. It's a perfect mix for them to consistently put Hailey through it. I mean, some of my favorite episodes are ones where Hailey is in a dark place, but that's because I am floored by Tracy's performance, you feel me? (I am not saying this is an excuse for why they continue to do it , I am just saying I can see why they do it. It's the same thing with Marina and Kim - she continually knocks it out of the park with the heavier, deeper, Kim storylines, while also being a fan favorite.)

I don't really know what they are going to do with Upstead, I am sort of in the middle of being realistic and managing expectations but also somewhat hopeful. Though it does vary per day. There's really no right or wrong answer here, I think it's just dependent per person and how they feel about it.

We are all passionate and miss our ship and what the show used to be so we are all just processing and grieving as best we can.

Sorry it took me so long to answer, I have been working and wanted to answer on my computer not off my phone.

Hope you are doing well xoxo

#and again at least we can look forward to summer travels #ask waffs

[sad-brunnettee]

Clueless

Eddie Munson x gn reader

Warning: alcohol, smoking weed, swearing

A/n: it isn’t exactly like the movie clueless because I watched it a while back and I forgot most of it already lmao. Way

—

Being the new student isn’t always easy or fun, everyone stares at you. Making you feel like an animal in a zoo, and you hated it. Even more now that you were older, high schoolers have a tendency to use words that eventually get stuck in your head. That later on lead to insecurities that make you wonder if that’s what everyone thinks of you.

You’ve lost count of how many times your family has moved but you knew it will be last that you will share with them. Soon you will be legal of age and later on, go to college, allowing you to for once, choose where to settle down. Aside from you not having many friends, you have been able to get along with the outcasts. Your choice of clothing wasn’t revealing or colorful. You simply wore what made you comfortable, the music you listen to isn’t that popular with other groups but it doesn’t bother you at all.

As you made your way to the school’s office, you felt eyes on you. Even if you were used to it, this time it felt different. It was as if they wanted you to turn and look at them. Yet when you looked around you, there wasn’t anyone looking in your direction. Everyone was in their own little world. With a shrug of your shoulders you continued your way over to the doors in front of you that had the words ‘main office’ written on top.

With a push of your hand, the door opened. Revealing middle aged lady’s working behind the counter with a couple of students walking by. So far you like Hawkins, it was small place. Meaning you wouldn’t have to travel a lot to get to a place, unlike the other cities you’ve lived in. Walking seems to be a better option for transportation.

“Good morning, my name is y/n l/n, I’m here to pick up my schedule.” You spoke with a smile.

The lady behind the counter simply lifted her index finger as she walked over to the phone that was ringing. You had no other option other than stand there awkwardly waiting for the phone call to be over. After a few minutes of her talking she cleared her throat and gave you an annoyed look.

“What do you need?” She asked after a few seconds of silence.

You tried your best to show any annoyance but your smile dropped a little “I’m uh, I’m here to pick up my schedule. My na-.”

As she looked over her computer she quickly typed before interrupting you “name?” She asked, rather rudely.

“Y/n, l/n” You answered a bit frustrated.

After that neither one of you said anything, she simply kept on typing before you heard the printer being used. You tapped your feet softly on the floor beneath your feet as you waited for her to walk back towards you and hand you the schedule. She walked back and took a sit before placing the paper on the counter for you to grab. Muttering a small ‘thank you’ to her, you grabbed the paper and walked back out.

You were too busy looking over your classes that you didn’t notice a person in front of you. Who was also distracted. Suddenly, your body collided with theirs, causing the papers they held in their hands to go flying.

A gasp escaped from you lips as you grabbed as many papers from the floor as you could.

“I-I’m so sorry, I was too busy looking over my schedule that I didn’t see you.” You explained yourself fast hoping the person will let you off the hook.

“I’m sorry too, I-I wasn’t paying attention.” A masculine voice spoke and as you looked up you felt a smile forming on your face. He was beautiful. “Cool shirt by the way.” He said as he pointed at it.

Forgetting what you were wearing you glanced down and realized it was an Iron Maiden shirt. “Oh, thanks. It’s actually my dad’s but he let me have it after he realized I liked their music.” You confessed sheepishly.

“Really? You know I… I haven’t met a many people who are into heavy metal music. I don’t think I’ve seen you around.” He said with a tilt of his head.

“It’s my first day actually and can I just say I love your shirt. W-what does it mean?” You asked as you fixed the strap of your backpack.

With a proud grin he stretched it out by the hem of his shirt. “Pretty neat huh, we made it ourselves.” He said.

“We?” You asked still confused as to what it meant.

“My club and I, we play dungeon’s and dragons every Thursday after school.” He was afraid you’ll probably react the same way everyone else does. Scared or take it as a joke but as he looked up he saw how genuinely interested you were in what he was saying.

“What’s dungeons and dragons?” You asked hoping to get more information.

“It’s this fantasy game and we all get to choose our own characters.” He answered as he let go of his shirt for it to fall back in place with a few wrinkles.

“Could you, show me how to play?” You asked slowly.

Eddie was taken aback by your question, if he thought that you were attractive before. You have definitely caught his attention now.

“Yeah I uh, I could teach you next Thursday when we play.” He said almost fast.

“I thought, you said you played every Thursday.” You said with a quirk of your eyebrow.

Eddie couldn’t help but blush, he’s not sure why either. “Well my club thinks I deserve to experience a party that’s happening that day. Something about enjoying my last year of high school… at least we hope I graduate this time.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of school. As much as you wanted to keep on talking to Eddie, you knew that your dad wouldn’t like you skipping class for a boy.

“I-I’ll see you later.” You said and got ready to walk over to your first class. Just as you took a few steps away from him, you heard his voice calling for you.

“Wait, I- I didn’t get your name.” He said as he cupped his hands around his mouth to make sure you heard him.

“It’s y/n.” Was all you said as you kept on walking.

—

The next few days you tried to get close to him but girls will come and kept bombarding you with questions. Regarding where you came from making conversation with them easy. There were times when someone would makes comments about your clothing. Yet you make sure to never give them the reaction they wish to get.

A girl named Tina came up to you which caused all conversation to stop. “You’re y/n, the new student. Right?” She asked once she was close to you.

“Yeah I am.” You said.

She crossed her arms while taking a look at you from head to toe and tilting her head. Confused, you also glanced down but weren’t sure what she was so fixated with.

“Did you get an invitation to my party?” She asked after a while.

“No…I didn’t.” You still weren’t sure what her issue was.

She uncrossed her arms and looked at the other two girls that stood beside her. They all gave a nod of their head before turning their gaze back towards you.

“Come to my locker after school and we’ll help you get ready for the party.” She attempted to say in a nice way but you were smart enough to know it was far from being nice.

Regardless you thought a party will be the best way to meet people and get wasted. Plus Eddie did say he’ll be there, this could be your chance to get to know him better.

“Okay, see you then.” You said with a smile and shrug of your shoulders.

As soon as the words left your mouth all conversation changed from talking about you to talking about one another. Regarding what they will wear and who they’ll try to impress.

—

It was now the end of school and you still hadn’t caught a glimpse of Eddie. It made you a bit sad but you’ll try to meet him at the party.

Once you reached Tina’s locker she turned towards you. “Do you have a ride?”

“No, my dad dropped me off and I’m supposed to walk home.” You answered.

With a nod of her head you and the two other girls followed her outside. The short redhead walked over to a black car that you presumed was hers. Judging how she headed to the drivers side.

“Wow, cool Aston!” You exclaimed as you reached for the handle.

“Excuse me?” She asked as she looked at Tina and the other girl who only shrugged their shoulders.

“Your car, it’s a Aston Martin V8 Zagato.” You said as if it was the most obvious thing.

They didn’t say anything as they all got in the car, you followed suit. Due to the way you dress and music you listen to, you’ve always had guy friends in your past schools. Which is why there some things you know more about than most girls, which include car models.

The drive to Tina’s house was filled with music and gossip. They would each take turns filling you in about their bit drama. You’ve heard of Billy, Steve, Jason and Tommy but not once did they mention Eddie. You wondered if maybe he was shy and kept to himself.

“What about Eddie?” You asked and as you did, Carol parked her car near Tina’s house.

They all shared a questioning look before looking at you. “Who?” They all asked.

“Yeah you know, Eddie. Long curly hair, listens to rock music and I think he mentioned something about his club playing a game.” You said as you tried to recall information about him as you could.

With a huff the girl sitting next to you said “oh, you mean Eddie ‘the freak’?” As soon as she said that she opened the door and got out. Followed by everyone else as well as you.

“How is he a freak?” You asked.

“Look y/n, it’s just best if you stay away from him. Ok? There are actual cute guys around Hawkins for you to crush on.” Carol said as she stood next to you.

“I don’t have a crush on him.” You chuckled almost nervously.

—

The party had started a while back and half of the school was there. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Aside from the outrageous outfit Tina forced you to wear, you were also having fun. So far no sign of Eddie but you tried to not fret too much over it.

Just as you were about to pour yourself more alcohol, Tina came up to you and dragged you away.

“I was about to-.” You said as she kept on pulling your arm towards a small crowd.

“Steve is coming and the girls and I think he’ll be perfect for you. Here, pretend to have a conversation with someone else so he can notice you.” She rushed out her words as she stood in front of you while looking around for Steve. “Ok he’s here, I’ll go talk to him and try setting you up, when I tap my nose you’ll pretend to laugh. Got it?” Without waiting for a response she pushed you into a guy in front of you and left.

You weren’t able to balance yourself on time, luckily the guy in front of you caught you by your elbows to steady you. Even though you weren’t fully drunk, you felt your whole world shake.

“We really have to stop meeting like this.” He said chuckling, “are you okay?”

As you lifted your head towards him, you felt a lazy grin appear on your face. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it.”

“Well, here I am.” He said as he lifted his arms. “Do you want a drink?” He asked.

Feeling an intense look from someone you turned to someone that stood near the front door. Your eyes landed on those of Tina who tried to act casual while tapping her nose. Taking this as your cue you looked at Eddie who was waiting for an answer and without thinking, you let out a laugh.

He laughed too but it sounded more nervous than anything. With furrowed eyebrows he asked “wh-what’s so funny?”

You felt embarrassed and all you could do was give a brief raise of your arms in a shrugging motion. A few seconds later Tina came towards you while holding Steve’s arm.

“Y/n, there you are!” She exclaimed while looking between you and Eddie. “This is Steve, I’m sure the two of you will like to get to know one another.”

Once more she didn’t give you time to respond as Steve was guiding you to the kitchen island. Leaving a very confused Eddie behind.

“How are you liking the party so far?” He asked attempting to have a decent conversation with you.

“Oh it’s uh, it’s fun.” You tried to keep your gaze on him but you kept on looking for Eddie.

“I have to go use the bathroom, but I’ll be back okay?” He set his cup down and made his way around you.

“Okay” was your response, once more you began to look for Eddie. Once you saw him, you made your way over to him. He was leaning against the wall taking a drag from his blunt looking bored. As soon as his eyes landed on you he gave you a smile.

“Can I?” You pointed at his blunt.

He felt himself falling more and more for you. “Go for it.” He handed you his blunt as you took a drag before giving it back.

“Y/n, where’s Steve?” Tina’s voice came from your left and she looked almost annoyed at the scene in front of her.

Without meaning to, you accidentally exhaled the smoke on her face which caused her to grimace in disgust. “Oops, sorry.” You said sheepishly. “He went to the bathroom.”

She grabbed your hand and took you over to find him. You looked back at Eddie while mouthing a ‘sorry’ one which he just responded with a smile and a thumbs up.

“Look, he’s with Stacy. If you don’t act fast she’ll take him away from you.” She said while walking over to Steve.

Just as the two of you were about to reach him, something came flying your way and hit you on the head. Some gasps were heard when suddenly you felt someone pick you up. As you opened your eyes you noticed that it was Steve. He set you down on the kitchen island after Tina had cleared it out.

“If it’s a concussion, you have to keep them conscious, okay? Ask them questions.” Tina spoke as she looked at you over Steve’s shoulder.

As Steve placed a rag with ice on your forehead he looked down at you “what’s seven times seven?” He asked.

“Stuff they know!” Exclaimed Tina as if it was the stupidest question he could ask.

You got up from your position and stayed sitting on the kitchens island for a few more seconds.

“You alright y/n?” Steve asked while still holding the rag to your forehead.

“Yeah I, think I’ll just head home. This was really embarrassing.” You stood now next to him and you could see Tina’s eyes fill themselves with excitement.

“Steve, you could drive them home.” She said.

“Actually, I think I live closer to their house.” Eddie joined the conversation as he looked concerned. “What do you say y/n?”

Almost immediately you accepted. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”

Tina couldn’t help but glare at the back of Eddie’s head. Her plan won’t work if he keeps on trying to charm you. She’s almost sure that’s the cause for Steve now mingling back with Stacy.

🏷: @hellomyweirdos @lubsana @satsuri3su @n39ro-chann @kenzi-woycehoski

#sad-brunnettee #stranger things #Eddie Munson #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n

[geometropolis]

grt3D episode 1: square up!

new days in geometropolis don’t tend to imply new beginnings… despite its name, this place was more of a town than a city; it was quaint and predictable. the monochromatic grid of every shape’s life was routine and stable, a flat, two-dimensional space where they could live out their mildest fantasies; every path in life was simple, rule-abiding, and carefully calculated.

this day, however, was different. this day was one of transformation.

in the morning, square wasn’t doing any sort of transformation at all; instead, he was sitting languidly on the couch at home, absently watching television. he was flipping through channels when his little brother, rectangle, entered the room with a smile. 

“they’re done!” rectangle announced, holding up a tray of mathematicookies – delicious, number-filled mathematicookies – square’s favorite.

square thanked him; he grabbed one and, without even looking at it, said, “these are store bought.” 

“you know i can’t bake…” his brother replied sheepishly.

as square continued channel-hopping, a striking advertisement came on – “DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE THIRD DIMENSION?” a strange shape on screen asked. but square changed channels again before either him or his brother could answer the alluring question.

“hey wait, turn back!” rectangle exclaimed. square did so, as rectangle leaned towards the tv in interest.

“DO YOU WANT TO GO ON ADVENTURES, HAVE FUN, AND BE FAMOUS?” the ad continued, beckoning the viewer.

rectangle nodded with newfound energy. “doesn’t that sound cool?” he now leaned towards his older brother, a gleam in his eye.

“sure.”

“THEN JOIN THE COMPETITION! CALL THE NUMBER ON-SCREEN NOW! WITH A SMALL SIGN-UP FEE OF ONLY 50 DIGITS, YOU HAVE THE CHANCE TO HAVE AN EXPERIENCE OF A LIFETIME! by signing up you agree to stay on show premises for the full allotted time of 20 days.”

rectangle quickly grabbed the phone off the hook and dialed 123-456-7890. and so did many others… why, this was likely the first interesting thing to ever happen in geometropolis.

“hello? good morning… yes, i’d like to sign up for the race to the third dimension. huh? yes. and i’m signing up my brother square, too.”

after finishing the sign-up process, rectangle sighed in relief and put the phone back. he was never the biggest fan of phone calls.

RING RING RING! rectangle fell backwards in shock as the phone tormented him with its chime. 

square picked up the phone in his stead. “hello?”

“hey man!!!” it was triangle! “long time no see! lmao.”

“yeah. did you hear about this ‘race to the 3rd dimension’ thing?”

“oh yeah. crazy, right? circle and i signed up, and i’m planning on winning.”

“cool. rectangle and i are in as well.”

“nice!”

as triangle was chatting on the phone, she heard a strange buzzing coming from north of her house. she stepped outside, curious, only to be dragged towards a giant shape she had never seen before – which was surprising, considering how small geometropolis’s population was. this shape was a golden four-pointed star, like a twinkle of light.

“hey!” triangle exclaimed as she stuck to his edge – and then her limbs vanished. what was going on? the already crazy day was getting crazier by the second.

square stared at the phone in his hand. it had been a while since triangle responded. “...hello?” he glanced back at rectangle, who shrugged.

suddenly, rectangle started hearing a buzzing sound as well. he left the house, and…

“woah!” rectangle yelped as he got stuck onto this strange, other-wordly shape. his limbs vanished and he noticed many other shapes along the shape’s edge as well: a trapezoid, an oval, a heart, a hexagon, a star, a droplet, a rhombus, an octagon, a pentagon, a kite, a circle (their old friend circle!), and hey, that’s where triangle went! 

square followed his brother outside, concerned, and soon the same happened to him.

this giant shape, square newly added to his collection, flew farther north, barely missing all of the houses in the way. he abruptly stopped in a clearing only marked with a sign saying, “put contestants here!”

and, with another buzz, he did – and all the shapes flew off, the heart screaming as he did so, arms and legs still nowhere to be found.

just then, the big shape left again, and after a few moments, returned, with two rather disgruntled shapes attached: a parallelogram and a heptagon.

the group – who, apparently, were all contestants for the race for the 3rd dimension – thought that the giant 4-pointed star was the most alien sight to ever grace their eyes; but then another entity came to claim that title. 

what was he? he seemed to glitch in and out of visibility, a nigh-incomprehensible, nigh-imperceptible gray loop sitting north of them beside the other shape.

“HELLO THERE, CONTESTANTS.” he was the shape from the ad! “I AM MӦBIUS STRIP. THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR MONEY – I MEAN, THANK YOU ALL FOR SIGNING UP. YOU ALL GOT IN. CONGRATS.”

suddenly, the 4-pointed star manifested two hands out of thin air and started clapping. the hands promptly disappeared.

“but we didn’t even sign up!” the parallelogram protested, referring to himself and the heptagon. 

“WOW. GOOD FOR YOU :)”

mӧbius strip was holding a strange remote with an antenna. upon clicking it, everyone’s limbs reappeared.

“YOU HAVE YOUR LIMBS BACK NOW. GO AND MAKE 4 TEAMS OF 4. also you guys are trapped here for 20 days so you better like eating polynomial pasta. that’s, like, our only food.”

“good to have my arms and legs back, lol,” triangle said, standing up and stretching. she had never not had limbs before…

circle popped up and gathered his childhood friends together: rectangle, triangle, and square. “and it’s good to have you guys back, too!” he exclaimed, his smile making itself apparent in his voice. “we can be a team!” circle’s enthusiasm was infectious – even if they hadn’t hung out for a while, the friends were very excited to be together again. 

“OKAY,” mӧbius strip announced, “TEAM 1 IS CIRCLE, SQUARE, TRIANGLE, AND RECTANGLE.” 

heart and star, already knowing each other well from middle school, instantly gravitated to each other. they were the best of friends, and signed up for the race to the third dimension while hanging out at star’s that morning.

“i think we need two more people…” heart mumbled, even though he knew star wanted it to just be the two of them, like always.

star groaned, looking out at the array of shapes before them. “really? but they’re so uncool…..”

“w-well, i think rhombus and droplet are pretty cool…” heart suggested, showing the two to his best friend. rhombus looked ahead blankly, while the little droplet smiled sweetly. heart fluttered his eyelashes.

“well…” star started, his gaze flitting between them, “one’s a child and one’s a nerd… but they match our aesthetic. so sure.”

“TEAM 2 IS HEART, STAR, DROPLET, AND RHOMBUS.”

oval thought for a moment before slowly approaching kite, who was lost in thought. 

i wonder what this is going to be like? imagine if i could go to the 3rd dimension… but i can’t even fathom what that would look like…

“hey kite, wanna team up?”

“oh?” kite gasped, startled out of her daydream. “oh, sure!” 

“but who else should we have?”

“how about those two?” kite pointed to parallelogram and heptagon, who were busy moping around. they seemed to be very good at that.

oval nodded and translated over to the two. “hey, do you guys wanna join our team?”

parallelogram didn’t make eye contact. “we’ve got nothing better to do,” he sighed, with a resentful edge to his voice. heptagon said nothing, but knitted his brow further. 

“TEAM 3 IS KITE, OVAL, HEPTAGON, AND PARALLELOGRAM.”

trapezoid saw the remaining contestants: octagon, pentagon, and hexagon. the former two were fighting, while the latter was trying to stop them from killing each other. a perfectly tailored team, to be sure…

“i guess we’re the last ones, huh…” he said.

“AND TEAM 4 IS TRAPEZOID, PENTAGON, HEXAGON, AND OCTAGON… I GUESS. SORRY TRAPEZOID.”

“it’s okay…” trapezoid replied sheepishly.

soon enough, mӧbius strip had a list of team names: team 2 was named “the cool kids”, team 3 was “yim yum”, and team 4 was “helvetica”. 

“I HAVE THE NAMES FOR EVERY TEAM EXCEPT FOR TEAM 1. GIVE ME A NAME.”

“how about ‘the besties’?” rectangle quietly suggested.

“ew, no. that’s cringy,” triangle replied.

square, triangle, and rectangle began to argue about their team name; square in particular was annoyed that triangle should call his brother “cringy”. circle frowned and turned away from his friends, glancing at heart and star.

it looks like they’re getting along, anyway… he thought.

“YOU CAN’T DECIDE ON A NAME, SO WE’LL CALL YOU ‘GROUP TWO’.”

“but that doesn’t make sense!” triangle yelled. “we’re team 1, why would we be group 2??”

“SCREW YOU, THAT’S WHY!!” mӧbius concluded, leaving no more room for protestation or complaint. “…TIME FOR THE FIRST CONTEST, PLEBEIANS!”

after a long pause, mӧbius said it again: “…TIME FOR THE FIRST CONTEST, PLEBEIANS!”

“you already said that!!” parallelogram yelled.

mӧbius strip paused again, now holding multiple sheets of paper. “ahem. here are the rules for the game.” he gave the papers out to the contestants by sending them flying out amongst them.

octagon caught a sheet and sighed dreamily as she gazed at its convoluted procedure… 

heart, meanwhile, was not at all enamored by them. “this is so complicated!!!” he cried in exasperation.

“chill out, bro,” star replied casually, patting heart’s shoulder without actually looking at him. 

pentagon skipped toward mӧbius strip. “shouldn’t we set up our bunks first?” she asked.

“BE PATIENT, CHILD,” mӧbius replied drily. 

“it’s ‘be patient kiddo’,” trapezoid said, correcting the host’s apparently faulty terminology.

“kiddo’s not a real word.” heptagon muttered bitterly.

square, meanwhile, was having trouble reading the rules at all.

“what the heck is this??” he asked, looking in bewilderment towards mӧbius strip.

“CAN’T YOU READ THE RULES, CRETIN?”

“no i cannot,” square replied, finger guns and all. “what up, i’m jared, i’m 19, and i never heckin’ learned how to read!”

mӧbius strip did not reply further.

circle translated over to his friend. “i can read it to you!” he offered.

“thanks bromide.”

“the game is called ‘square up’. you will be put into two groups, two teams per group: the negatives and the positives. there is also an item called ‘the power of two’, which is hidden somewhere on the premises. the goal of the game is to turn everyone into your group: if you are a negative, to turn everyone into negatives, and if you are a positive, to turn everyone into positives. a negative can turn a positive into a negative by tagging them directly (as if multiplying a positive number by a negative number to get a negative number); likewise, a positive can only turn a negative into a positive by tapping them with ‘the power of two; (as if squaring a negative number to get a positive number). the game ends when either everyone is a negative or everyone is a positive – in which case the original members of that respective team win immunity.”

out of breath, circle fainted.

“heh…” star chuckled. “translation please?”

octagon scoffed. “sorry, i don’t speak IDIOT.” the rest of her team watched on in chagrin as she continued to mock star. “learn to appreciate the rules in all their glor–”

“quiet time.” trapezoid shoved a pacifier in octagon’s mouth.

hexagon came over, holding little pentagon’s hand. “why do you have pacifiers with you?”

“...i babysit.”

“aww!”

“quiet time.”

“AHEM,” mӧbius cleared his proverbial throat. “TIME FOR YOU TO GET READY OR WHATEVER.” he edged towards the large 4-pointed star. “‘THE POWER OF TWO’ IS ALREADY HIDDEN, RIGHT?”

the shape manifested a thumbs up.

“GROUP TWO AND THE COOL KIDS WILL BE THE POSITIVES. TWINKLE, TAKE THEM NEAR THE FOREST.”

“my name’s origin…” the 4-pointed star said under his breath. he started buzzing, and the two named teams floated towards him, losing their limbs in the process. he then flew to the east.

“YIM YUM, HELVETICA, YOU ARE THE NEGATIVES.”

origin let go of group two and the cool kids by the forest. moving slightly north, he used the same remote mӧbius strip had used before to give them back their limbs – before accidentally letting it go as well.

“ooh!” rhombus gasped, picking it up. they were fascinated by the mechanics of this strange machine…

but before rhombus could investigate the remote further, a speaker appeared in origin’s center, as mӧbius held a microphone.

“BEGIN!” mӧbius announced through his assistant.

“wow! i’m actually competing in a competition!” little droplet exclaimed, giggling eagerly. this was the first time she’d ever done anything really exciting in her life – but then, that applied to everyone else as well. 

heart patted her on the head, smiling warmly. “yup! now let’s go find that power of two’!” droplet hopped up over his head.

“did anyone see mӧbius hide it?” square asked.

“nope,” star replied carelessly. “but did anyone see where the cameras are? this is a show, right??”

triangle hit him lightly with her hand. “unimportant. let’s go find that dumb ol’ power thingy, whatever it is.”

thus group two and the cool kids headed into the dark forest, looking between the trees as they weaved through them…

meanwhile, despite being in the negative group, hexagon remained ever-positive. “c’mon gang!” she exclaimed, trying to rally her groupmates. “let’s go get the positives!” she lifted her fist in the air triumphantly, which pentagon cheekily mimicked beside her.

kite was sitting down next to parallelogram, thinking. “hm…” she glanced over at the forlorn polygons. “where do you think we should look? the positives probably went to hide.”

parallelogram just grunted. 

oval translated towards him. “what’s wrong?”

“heptagon and i aren’t supposed to be here!” he answered angrily. “we just got taken from our lives and forced to compete in this dumb show! it sucks!”

“yeah, i guess,” kite said, “but as long as you’re here you could give it a try! it sounds like fun to me. and until you can go home, it’s better than sitting around doing nothing.”

“hm.” 

octagon took the pacifier out of her mouth. “you should give it a try. the more forces we have, the better.”

“forces?” pentagon sat over octagon’s head. “what is this, an army?”

“it could be…” octagon replied ominously, shaking her fist.

“then let’s go!” oval smiled and led the group forward. “to the forest!”

as they headed east, trapezoid looked back and noticed heptagon sitting alone. trapezoid hurried over to him.

“hey buddy, you gonna join us?” he asked gently.

heptagon sneered. “what do you think?”

trapezoid sighed and looked away. “octagon’s not gonna like this,” he mumbled. then he ran after his group – “wait for me!!!” he yelled. 

the positives were traversing the wooded landscape under triangle’s leadership, searching far and wide for the elusive ‘power of two’.

rhombus piped up, “do you think it’s a good idea for us all to travel together?” they were fiddling with that strange remote they had picked up earlier.

rectangle looked uneasy, as did circle, who was sitting above him. “what, do you want us to split up?” rectangle asked.

“if we’re all together when they find us, they could tag all of us. game over.”

star laughed, walking on casually. “that doesn’t sound like an epic gamer move. lol.”

“hey, maybe you shouldn’t walk with your eyes closed,” heart suggested softly.

his friend’s only reply was “lmao”. 

soon enough, the negatives arrived at the forest’s edge.

“it’s safe to say they went in,” parallelogram stated. “it’d be harder for us to find them there, right?”

pentagon grinned, bearing pointy teeth. “well they can run, but they can’t hide!”

“c’mon!” kite said, leading parallelogram into the woods after the rest of the group.

as heart kept walking hand in hand with droplet, star kept walking with his eyes closed, despite the previous warnings. 

“hey!” circle called. “watch out!”

but he was too late – star bumped right into a tree, emitting a resounding “OOF!”

pentagon perked up at the sound.

“did you hear that?” trapezoid gasped, peeking around a bush. the rest of the negatives followed suit – and there, just beyond, were the positives by a tree!

as heart helped him up, star looked over to the west – and saw the negatives looking straight at him! “AIEEE!” he yelped.

the negatives all pounced towards the tree as the positives tried to scramble away. most were able to escape the other group’s clutches, hiding behind the surrounding brush – all except rectangle, who couldn’t make it out in time.

“help!” he cried, right as he was tagged by oval, turning him into a negative.

the rest of the positives sheltered behind trees, staying silently out of sight. among them was little droplet, quietly and curiously observing her surroundings. then she spotted a little white circle with a label on it saying “x²” –  it was the power of two! “aha!” she exclaimed quietly.

just then, pentagon, the little speed demon, sprung out of nowhere in an attempt to tag droplet! but droplet tagged her first with the power of two, turning her into a positive. 

square grabbed pentagon so she couldn’t run away, and smiled at droplet, pointing at the power of two. “you should throw it between the trees and try to hit the negatives over there,” he said in a hushed voice.

“but how would it come back to me?”

“it’ll bounce back.”

“i don’t think i can throw it that hard...”

“but i can!” triangle appeared, grabbing the power of two. droplet crouched behind triangle as she peeked from behind their tree and poised her arm to throw. triangle seemed so ready that it was as if she had been born to do this very task.

she threw the ball – and it hit oval! then it ricocheted off of him and hit trapezoid, and then octagon – three more negatives squared into positives! the power of two finally came flying back to triangle, who was grinning in anticipation as she snatched it.

triangle threw it again, this time aiming for parallelogram – but much to her dismay, the previously half-hearted shape was now laser focused, easily dodging her pitch.  

“nice!” kite cheered, high-fiving him.

triangle frowned and caught the ball as it returned to her yet again.

“can i try?” heart shyly asked her; she handed it over. 

“where did kite go?” he pondered, cautiously peering at the other group before throwing the ball. it hit parallelogram, octagon (causing her to spit out her pacifier), and rectangle – and heart smiled proudly as he caught the ball again.

just then kite hopped out of nowhere, about to tag heart!

but a beam of light shot out from behind him and hit kite, causing her to lose her limbs and fly back – it was rhombus, with that enigmatic remote! kite landed by her groupmates, soon hit by the power of two. “ow,” she muttered, now immobilized.

rectangle approached his groupmates and clapped with glee. “good job, guys! …now where’s heptagon?”

should i tell them? octagon considered. i can just picture the look on that useless idiot’s face when he gets hit smack in it with the ball… it would serve you right, heptagon! but then it’d make me lose… so maybe i shouldn’t.

“we’re not telling,” she finally replied, sticking out her tongue. 

still behind the tree, circle took a second to think. “aha!” he exclaimed, weaving between the trees and emerging into the light. there was origin, placid and silent as always.

“hey!” circle called. “did you ever move the negatives from where they were before in the field?”

“nope,” origin replied softly. “they were still in the field when we started.”

“thanks!” circle gave him a thumbs up before rejoining his group. he then swiftly grabbed the power of two from heart and started running out of the forest with the negatives on his tail – parallelogram was holding the limbless kite as he ran.

“is pentagon secured?” rhombus asked, as they and the rest of the positives joined him. “she’s the fastest.”

“yeah!” square answered, holding a flailing pentagon up.

the crowd approached the field, and there was heptagon, sitting there with his eyes closed, completely unaware of his surroundings. or was he just ignoring them?

“c’mon heptagon!” kite yelled. “circle’s coming!” but heptagon, as usual, did not give any indication of even hearing her…

trapezoid reached out to try and grab circle, but he missed – and circle chucked the power of two down on heptagon! everyone collapsed around him as the game ended and the ball bounced away: the positives had won!

“THE GAME IS OVER!” mӧbius strip announced, holding a pair of scissors. “THE POSITIVES WON – SO GROUP TWO AND THE COOL KIDS ARE SAVED FROM ELIMINATION.” he furtively scooched towards origin, waving the scissors at him. “twinkle, put these away.”

origin sighed and acquiesced.

“does that mean…” oval started, his brow furrowing.

“NEXT TIME, A MEMBER OF YIM YUM OR HELVETICA WILL BE HISTORY.”

“h-history??” heart cried. “what happens when we’re eliminated?”

“THAT’S FOR ME TO KNOW AND FOR YOU TO FIND OUT.”

heart gulped nervously. 

what is that supposed to mean? he thought. what’s gonna happen to me if i get eliminated? or my teammates? oh my prime, why did star convince me into joining this show???

parallelogram was sitting beside heptagon with a sour expression. the limbless kite fell against him, and he smiled.

“we lost big-time, but i still had fun!” he said. “i guess you were right.”

“well, i guess i was!” kite smiled. “i’m glad.”

“but if heptagon would’ve participated, we might’ve had a chance of winning…” parallelogram muttered, glaring at him.

“hm… hey rhombus, could you give me my limbs back?”

…

in the dead of night, origin sat by the forest. watching. waiting. 

a fuschia figure flashed between the trees.

brrr… a camera lens appeared in origin’s center, focusing…

octagon found her pacifier sitting behind a tree. her eyes darted from side to side cautiously, before she finally grabbed it, wiped it off, and put it back in her mouth. 

then, as quietly as she came, she left.

origin snapped a photo. click…

#story #object novel #osc #geometropolis #geometropolis: race to the 3rd dimension #grt3d

[hmsharmony]

5. 10. 19.

Apologies in advance for this having nothing to do with Spider-Man until 19. 😬

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

Merlin/Arthur how I loathe thee. The racism and misogyny I had to witness (e.g., petition to replace Angel with Colin when she was scheduled to do an interview with Bradley). I began the show shipping everyone in the core four (although Arthur/Gwen was my OTP), but the treatment of Gwen by many Merthur shippers soured me on the ship. The final nail in the coffin was when a friend, an Arthur/Merlin shipper, found out I shipped Arthur/Gwen and expressed disgust. Fuck that.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

The one that immediately comes to mind (which will not come as a shock to anyone who was around in 2011/2012) is Merlin’s “Gwen is enchanted to kiss zombie!Lancelot the night of her wedding, Arthur finds them, and he banishes her from Camelot on pain of death because ‘I don’t want to see you dead but I don’t want to see you.’”

A few things that fill me with rage to this day:

zero agency for Gwen (who never finds out she was enchanted the actual fuck!!!);

Arthur using his power as king to deal with a personal issue;*

Gwen going through literal hell on her own (taken captive and visuals/language making clear her captor plans to sexually assault her; escaping when she discovers her captor is working with Morgana and they plan to harm Camelot so even though she can’t return ON PAIN OF DEATH she makes her way back anyway; almost freezing to death during said journey; getting chased down by Morgana, who knocks her out and turns her into a DEER while Arthur is going on a hunting party with a prospective bride; said woman SHOOTING DEER GWEN WITH AN ARROW)

Gwen saying she has what she deserves when she tells Merlin she can’t return to Camelot because she betrayed Arthur;

Arthur finding her ring in the middle of the forest and not wondering WHY it was there or if she’s okay; and

an underwhelming resolution where everything is swept under the rug and they IMMEDIATELY GET MARRIED DESPITE THERE CLEARLY BEING MAJOR TRUST ISSUES AND GWEN MOST DEFINITELY HAVING PTSD WHAT ARE YOU DOING

(Bonus Gwen saying she can’t forgive herself and Arthur saying he doesn’t care I am still livid and it has been more than a decade let Gwen have negative feelings!!!)

Took me literal years to love that ship again because of this storyline.

*It would have been much more interesting if it had been framed as “it’s either saving the woman you love or upholding the law” like they did in Camelot. The show (claimed) to be in large part about how Arthur would create a new, fair Camelot (lmao). They missed a perfect chance to have him wrestle with what that means and the sort of king he wanted to be. I kind of played with that in the spec fic I wrote for 4x09, but to this day I want so much more.

19. What is one thing you hate most about your fandom?

I want to preface this by saying that, because of previous fandom experiences (including the infamous Harry Potter ship wars during my formative years), I was careful to cultivate my Spider-Man fandom experience from the get-go. My first couple years I literally only talked to existing friends who also loved PeterMJ (save for one fanvid I made in late 2019, but really I was just thanking people for commenting). It’s only in the past ~year I started interacting with new people, and even then I’m still very careful about expanding my bubble. So I’ve insulated myself pretty well, and I mostly have only secondhand knowledge of the horrendous side of this fandom (versus my merlin days where I would explore outside my bubble and see so much fucked up shit, usually of the racism variety).

With that out of the way: this is so minor in the scheme of things, but whenever someone calls MCU PeterMJ a slow burn I want to rip my face off. I love these kids but what they had was the exact opposite of a slow burn. And it’s not because it was done in one movie—When Harry Met Sally is 100% a slow burn in my book, and yes, the focus is that relationship, but there WERE things homecoming or far from home could have done. Not putting in the work to establish an existing relationship and instead going straight to Peter liking her is not a slow burn. (Now the way they hinted at MJ’s feelings in Homecoming? That was slow burn potential. Would’ve killed for something similar for Peter. And I say this as someone who had the biggest goddamn smile on her face everything they interacted when I first saw Far From Home.)

Salty Ask Game

#Merlin s4 #in all its shame #shipping: arthur and gwen #clearly never over s4 because look at the caps lock #Harry potter mention for the blacklist #spiderman (mcu) #shipping: peter and mj #it’s been so long since I did a good nice rant #I feel freed

[lesbianlotties]

1, 3, 12, 13, 15, 19, 23, 25, 27! If that’s not too many! Or just answer what ones you want to!

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

like. technically i already answered but i'll take it as an opportunity to mention another face. my Ronance x The Conjuring AU! although I was burning, you're the only light my beloved

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

i just remembered so many beloved scenes ghsjdfhgjdf the fight in the rain where nancy throws robin her ring she kept for weeks after robin broke a guy's nose with it for nancy in make my menace into someone you'd adore. or robin and nancy welcoming max into their home with a bat and a gun in If it's bringing me down lmao

12. favorite character to write about this year

Robin. Robin. Robin Buckley my beloved!!! and a little shout out to Wednesday Addams <3

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

i hope i'm not completely misunderstanding this and it really is about music i listen to while writing... anyway!! i'd say pretty much 90% of my fics these years were written while listening to Maya Hawke/Lucy Dacus/Florence and the machine/Mitski as if the titles weren't enough to guess hgjdfhgjf

15. something you learned this year

I LEARNED SO MUCH 😭 i can't say just one thing. hm. i learned.... well, i knew but i make myself remember that writing fanfic is not a waste of time and as long as i enjoy it it's definitely worth it!! and i definitely enjoy it. i learned to stop overthinking about the number of comments and instead picturing every kudos as a person standing in a room and wow that really helps!!! i learned that a. posting something anonymously is fun but also b. being bold and posting something publicly is also fun. i learned that i should start keeping bookmarks 😭 i learned that having a beta reader can be so so helpful and also fun!!

19. any new fics to start next year

I WILL WRITE THE MERMAID BAR AU I WILL!!!! and also a very very special super secret projecy that i unfortunately i have to finish writing completely before posting it but i WILL DO IT

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

hmm surprisingly i can't think of anything for ronance. but!!! the Yellowjackets x The Wilds crossover of my dreams... it could still happen!! what else... oh i wanted to write something for Gunpowder Milkshake and I had such a clear idea for it and then i didn't write it 😔 and!!! i still think about my Fear Street x Squid Game AU because that would've been my best fic ever and yet 😭

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

what if i said... YOURS dancing in the moonlight

i really want to share more but i have awful memory and i dont even keep bookmarks because i'm a mess i'm sorry 😭

27. favorite fanfic author of the year

okay we're back to bad memory and no bookmarks but i remember cityseeker deeply affecting me so there goes another shout out!!!

fanfic end of the year asks

#thank you so much omg i loved answering all of these!!! #answered #candle-lion

[emcscared-whumps]

42 for Pete? 👀

42: Backhand him with a full set of rings (From this post!)

me: i have no actual idea how he's managed this brain: remember how nastily he was bullied in school? me: oohhhhhhhhhhhhhh :)

which means: you get a taste of Pre-Trauma!Pete !!! (who is so much grumpier than I anticipated)

Anyways! I apologise about how long it took. I'm really trying to improve the quality of my snippet prompts, and I think this one turned out well ^-^

(my post on Timmy in the aquarium finding Pete haunts me to this day, even tho it's rewritten decently in my canon doc lmao)

CONTENT and WARNINGS: School bullying (ik it's school but this is optional Extra Year to build life skills which he, and his bullies, are taking, so he is 18+ here), blood, facial wounds— very very light gore

wc: ~0.81

“Wrong, wrong, wrong… Mr. Spencer, were you even listening when I explained to you yesterday how to calculate these?”

Pete groaned inwardly. What the teacher was saying this afternoon totally contradicted what he’d said yesterday. “Yes, sir, I m-must’ve—must-t’ve been… b-been tired, sir,” he said, strangling the venom that threatened to tinge his tone.

This last class, tax and financials, was the only one Pete didn’t share with Timmy or Liz. He would’ve been glad of their company because it was as if this teacher sensed his vulnerability and sought to prey on it.

Before the teacher had a chance to fumble his subject again,and further confuse Pete’s clouded mind, the bell rang, marking the end of the school day and bidding the dozen students leave. The young man started at the release, and hurriedly bundled his books into his arms and scurried out from under the teacher’s baleful gaze.

Relief flooded his body when he made it into the crisp, autumn air. Snow had come early...

Too fast, he scolded himself. Be more careful.

The lecture room was situated on the far side of a small courtyard with many connecting walkways, and a small stretch of grass. It was difficult to cross without encountering those you least wanted to see.

Pete however, was more focused on one of the textbooks that lay open in his arms than watching for the approach of others.

He read and reread the needlessly complex laws surrounding the way one would be taxed for deposits into their retirement fund, the complicated, variable interest rates one could receive…

He massaged his brow; a light headache seeded itself behind his eyes. Hunger gnawed at his gut and made thoughts of relenting and getting something from the canteen more difficult to ignore.

Trudging through the snow that’d fallen during class made it harder again to focus as no one step was the same.

The quicker he walked, the sooner he would meet with Timmy and Liz, and get off school grounds to get a meal from a restaurant on the way home.

With a sigh, he shut the textbook, making sure to leave the bookmark in his place—income tax laws could wait until later that evening—and stepped straight into another student.

Pete’s gaze darted up from their shoes to their face. The apology died on his tongue when he found himself staring up into Burton’s dark brown leer.

Burton smirked down at Pete, contempt lining the creases in his face, and his lady friend, Colette, stepped out from behind him. She looked down her nose at Pete, who returned both looks evenly with an icy glower. “Don’t you, s-still have—st-still have paths to be, to be c-clearing of the snow, Burton? All winter, as I rec-call, and it-it just star—”

Burton cut Pete off. “You’re ballsy today, drip, where are your friends, huh? They can’t be far away if you’re daring to tell me how to do the penance you should’ve taken.”

He took a step forward, closing the already tight gap and towered over Pete, forcing him to edge backward.

 “Can’t you w-wait for an ev-ven fight? Or are you—are you t-too imp-patient for that?” Pete quipped, his sour glare cracking. “I’m pretty sure that-t’s wh-what got you on s-s-snow removal in the first place.”

He hoped the waver in his tone wasn’t obvious. If he showed that he was afraid, they’d give him a reason to be.

Burton’s lips curled into a poorly veiled snarl. Canting his head toward Pete, he nudged Colette, who glanced up from her ring-filled fingers. ”Teach him.”

Quicker than Pete cold move, Colette’s bejewelled hand flashed forward in a blur of sparkles and gold. The force of her swift backhand snapped Pete’s head to the side. Fake diamonds raked across his cheek, and sent him reeling away with an undignified cry.

His hand flew up to his cheek as he caught himself, fingers hovering over torn, bleeding flesh that steamed in the frigid air.

Colette and Burton’s light, mocking laughter echoed in the quiet of the courtyard. Pete’s eyes went wide with shock and anger. His breaths came in swift mists, and a growl built in his throat from a short, high whine that couldn’t be quelled.

“Eugh,” Colette muttered, inspecting her bloodied rings as one would their chipped nails. Her nose crinkled with disgust before she flicked her hand, scattering bright red droplets across the trampled snow at their feet.

“You m-missed a spot,” Pete spat. The movement tugged at torn flesh, and for a second, he almost regretted speaking.

“Shut the fuck up!” Burton said, kicking at Pete. His boot connected hard with his stomach, sending him crashing into the bloodied snow.

The crunching footsteps and laughter of his assailants receded, leaving Pete to roll onto his side, breathlessly gasping and retching, trying to keep the snow from melting in his hair.

~*~

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[electrifiedgears]

Rambling about object oc part one (I’ve decided to just use Tumblr for this because I wanna talk about my object OCs without being annoying in DMs 😅)

BUT I have pink clock thoughts rn I feel like I’m gonna explode so special exclusive Pink Clock explanation for the two or three of you who don’t know who he is idk I can’t remember how many people I’ve told about him.

I made him back in 2018 to join an object camp that would basically be a prison.

Anyways, for his crime I decided he committed manslaughter. His backstory is still pretty similar tbh just like, me adding/changing stuff to be more coherent.

Buuuuut I’d rather go in chronological order sooooo.

Pink Clock’s life actually starts in a house with both his parents!!! His mom works as a waitress and his dad works as a . Business??? Guy??? I never thought that out much tbh but he makes the big bucks.

He also has a younger sibling. His dad was kind of an asshole so his parents split up and he chose to go with his mom, but his sibling did not!!!

His mom was actually a pretty good mom besides probably some small neglect due to lack of money n stuff, but she made it clear that she cared about him and never really invalidated his emotions (which his dad used to do)

Uhhh he also makes friends with Ring and Coyote Puppet (who he nicknamed Goldie and Puppie but that’s not rlly relevant.)

They are good friends. In ~9th grade (ig?) they shared a YouTube channel which was mostly just them playing videogames and fooling around. They were also all in the theater club. Pink Clock and Ring would work on props and costumes and stuff while Coyote Puppet loved to perform.

Anyways at some point their YouTube channel gets 100 subscribers and Puppie is like “omg let’s do a livestream to celebrate!!!” Which the other two agree to. Pink Clock says they could do it at his house because his mother was going on a trip for work or smth. Anyways they all agree yeah woo no parents yippee.

Uhhhhhhh. Puppie is like “let’s stay up ALL NIGHT 😈” which the other two are like yeahhh epic.

Anyways . Pink Clock is actually nervous because usually they just did normal cut videos and not live ones yknow, it’s different. But he doesn’t wanna be a lame loser so he’s just going along with it, plus he thinks it sounds fun.

Uhhhh anyways they’re fooling around and stuff but at 2:50-something AM they’re all pretty tired because they’ve been awake for hours. Not thinking straight and sleepy.

They mess around a little TOO MUCH at 3 AM and Pink Clock basically accidentally manslaughters Ring (being vague because idk if weaponry isn’t allowed on tumblr idk)

Clocks in my object oc universe have this thing where their hands are affected by their mental/physical state and vice versa . So like this specific event caused Pink Clock’s hands to just. Stop. At 3 AM. (I think the original thought was those “DONT STAY UP AT 3 AM” challenges idk I made him in 2018.)

Puppie basically shuts off the livestream and calls hospital and stuff. Pink Clock goes to jail (Aka the camp)

I don’t feel like explaining all the object camp entries I made in 2018 but I basically he just had like a mental breakdown the entire time idk. He wore a mask always because 1) he thought it was embarrassing he was stuck at 3 AM, 2) he was guilty like “I don’t ever wanna see this face again, and 3) he felt like a pink clock was the type of guy who wouldn’t do well in prison so he thought wearing a monster mask would be more fitting (plus he “felt like a monster” ig.)

Partway through that his mask got destroyed and he basically spray painted himself blue and was like “I’m not PINK CLOCK I’m BLUE CLOCK!!!” Basically because toxic masculinity idk. Similar reasons as the mask thing .

Anyways that ends up getting washed off after like a few days LMAO. And then the camp stopped or smth idk but he gets released yippee (also the camp being a camp I don’t consider canon but like my personal entries yeah)

Anyways he basically “moves” into an abandoned house. Isolated and stuff. He makes a NEW mask when he’s tired of being alone and wants to make friends, but is too scared people might recognize him if he doesn’t wear a mask at this point. Anyways yeahhhhh a lot of the rest of the stuff is either undecided or from roleplays so idk whether to talk abt it or not but things start looking up for him basically 👍

Also he slowly gets back into making art because he likes doing little art things and it’s just a better coping mechanism than some of his other ones (breaking stuff, punching holes in the wall, etc). Rather than crafts and masks like he did before, he finds he really enjoys painting. So he jsut paints n stuff yeahhh.

I’d imagine he very very VERY slowly assimilates back into society but it’s a very long process. But yeah that’s pc I hope I explained this good enough I have to help my dad make dinner now 👍

#zappyrhinopost

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #043

“we fire back, with notes instead of guns”

Do you have a younger sister? I do. Are any of your friends virgins? I very much doubt that. Most of my (old) friends have kids. Think back to your last relationship. Was it worth it? Yes. She's the only woman I've dated, so our relationship was verification that I really even like-liked women, but there's way deeper stuff to it than that. We met in person a few times because we were dating, and that was always a good experience. I don't care where we stand now, good memories are good memores. Who last stared at you? Probably my youngest niece. It's funny, all three of Ashley's kids have had a tendency to stare at me as babies, we're all pretty sure because of my lip ring obviously seeming strange to them. Emerson is the one child I've ever really held more than once too, and she does like to grab at it, so there's that for evidence. Has anyone seen you in your underwear, other than Mom? Yeah. What made you mad last? I didn't get MAD, but some political talk between my mom and sister's mother-in-law at Ryder's bday party annoyed me. Did y'all know Obama caused racism? What are you listening to right now? "Hayloft II" by Mother Mother. Do you think your s/o (or crush) would be a good parent? Oh, he'd be a wonderful dad, I think. The only thing about parenthood that I could imagine really getting to him is never being able to like, turn it off, if that makes sense? Like he could never just be like "I need a break" and NOT have a kid anymore. God fuckin' knows he'd try to the marrow of his bones, though. He doesn't want kids though and I'm pretty sure I don't either, so we're never gonna find out. I'd rather us not than do and fuck a kid up, though, anyway. What kind of digital camera brand do you have? Canon. Are you bipolar? I'm supposedly bipolar, yes. It's been a part of my mental health diagnosis since middle school, BUT the exact title is now being questioned because of JUST how many diagnoses I've received; it's factually unlikely I have every single one I've been told I have since the 6th grade. There's just SO many, and a lot of symptoms overlap and all, so. I'm still quite confident bipolarity is accurate, though. How many times have you been to the ER? Oh god, too many to count. Most visits ended me in the psych hospital, but I think there have been at least two other instances where I only stayed the night due to a depression flare-up and was discharged the next day. I've also been to the ER for when I fainted and got a concussion, as well as to get an infected cyst drained. Have you ever kissed someone with braces? No. Who do you make fun of the most? I don't really do that, if I'm honest. As someone with an insane dysphoria of rejection/judgment, I think it's like, trained into my bones to not even joke about stuff like this. If I do, I've got to be VERY close to this person, and I'm gonna make it very clear I'm kidding, but I'd prefer to just not joke with someone like this. Has anyone you dated ever sang to you? Two have. Have you ever thought about getting your lip pierced? I've had a vertical labret piercing for like... half of my life lmao. Who did you last see in person? My mom. If you had to be an animal for Halloween, what would it be? Hm... I can't say I'm sure. Maybe a black cat? Are you obsessed with any superheroes? Nah. You want your next pet to be what? Probably a western hognose morph. What is the goriest thing you’ve seen in real life? Two instances come to mind: one, a large rat chopped in half, and two, the intestines of a dead fox being pulled out into the grass. I THINK I considered the first as more gross though because the roadkilled fox was in fine shape otherwise, and if I remember correctly, the abdominal wound wasn't that dramatic. I also touched/carried the rat, while I had no contact with the fox. Who was the first person you told about your first kiss? I have no idea, actually. Were you ever a boy/girl scout? I was. Are you afraid of heights? Yep. Y'all seen that ad for that horror movie with some people stuck clinging to a tall tower or some shit? No fucking thank you lmfao. Who is the person you dislike the most? Probably Colleen. She is just through and through a mean, rude, selfish person. It's embarrassing to say I ever called her my best friend. Would you ever go back to your most recent ex? No. Not even if we were still on good terms. After REALLY experiencing what falling in love again is like with Girt, it became very clear to me that I was never in love with her, and I wouldn't go back to whatever we had going on. I loved her, yes, but it wasn't the same as what I'd felt for Jason and now Girt. Ever taken an at-home pregnancy test? Nope. Have you ever wanted to be homeschooled? If so, why? If not, why not? Do you know anyone who is, or have you ever been homeschooled yourself? I went through a period of wanting to be homeschooled and eventually was homebound at the end of middle school. Going to actual school was causing me a lot of stress and depression. I was gonna be homeschooled going into high school, but I changed my mind. Being homebound was very lonely, and I didn't want to feed my depression by isolating myself. Do you have any gay friends? Yep. Do you like the beach? Just swimming in the ocean, that's it. I hate the feeling of sand and the salty breeze, I hate the heat, and I hate how many people there are. Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? Rottweiler. I love them. Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? Zoo. Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch? Yeah. Do you know anyone who hates shopping? I absolutely disdain grocery shopping, I'll tell you that much. I don't like shopping for clothes, either, if it means I have to try them on. I only really like shopping for something I really think is fun. If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care? I would VERY much care. I'm not dating someone who fucks with drugs, I couldn't handle it. If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? No. No sum of money is worth torturing a life like that. Who was the last person that you pinky promised with? Girt. What is one topic that, as soon as you start talking about, you get extremely worked up over? Religion and hwo fucking shitty it is. What are you most against out of the following: the current president/prime minister in your country, the use of drugs & alcohol, capital punishment, owning/using guns or discrimination of any kind (racism, ageism, sexism, etc.)? Why are you against this? Discrimination, I think. It just seems like SUCH a basic thing to be against, like it's SO fucking obvious, and yet people still act on it. Which of the following do you hate going to the most: the dentist, the doctor or the eye doctor? Why do you feel this way? The doctor. It's just SO much waiting, in my experience, for usually nothing major at all. Would you rather have a job working in an asylum, a prison, or a hospital? How come? NONE. Absolutely none of those. I legit can't pick a "best" fit for me out of those. What is the name on your birth certificate (feel free to withhold your last name for privacy reasons)? Brittany Marie. YOU’RE PREGNANT! Which friend are you going to tell first? If you're excluding my partner as a "friend," the only two friends I think I would tell at all would be Mazzy and Tez because I'd be getting an abortion and don't want to share that with almost anybody. Which one of your friends have you known the longest? Of my "real" and "active" friends, Mazzy. Are any of your really close friends related to you? Well, I can't say we're REALLY close anymore, but my once-best friend Summer is related to me by marriage, so we usually see each other at family gatherings and stuff. She's still certainly my friend, we just don't talk regularly anymore. I want to, though. Have you ever showered with someone? Boy or girl? Were you completely naked? I used to take baths/showers with my younger sister when we were little kids. Has anybody ever called you beautiful? Yeah. Girt makes pointing it out a habit, it seems like, and I can't express what it means to me. I don't see myself as even remotely pretty, never mind "beautiful." Are you getting engaged anytime soon? I doubt that. Haha, Girt recently told me his mom is already talking about "when you and Brittany get married" and he was like...... woman slow down. I cannooooot imagine him proposing to me this early. He thinks things through too deeply for that. Do you feel awkward when strangers say hi to you? I'm more uncomfortable than awkward in this situation, really. I don't trust people for shit so if you act like you know me and I have zero memory of you, I'm immediately nervous as to what you know and what your intentions are. [TMI] Do you ever feel guilty after you masturbate? That's actually not something I do. I don't have a problem with other people doing it whatsoever, I just don't get anything out of it myself. What is the most you have ever weighed? I'm not comfortable sharing. Does your boyfriend or girlfriend get mad/jealous when you talk about the opposite sex? No, because he's a fucking grown man. On the contrary, he's invited me to talk about my ex that's associated with my PTSD when I've had episodes relating to him. What was the last R-rated movie you watched? I didn't finish it, but I started The Black Phone. Your significant other leaves you for their ex, you do what? Well the only ex of his I know about literally cheated on him, so... I'd be VERY confused. I'd obviously be heartbroken, but if that's who he's going back to, I'd be worried about him. She hurt him badly. Who was the last person you broke up with? Girt, the first time we tried dating. Have you ever been a part of a threesome? No, I'm not into that. Who was the last person to ask you out? Girt, also the first time we tried dating. Has a boyfriend’s brother ever hit on you? No. Do you have a nice butt? No, I have a total pancake ass and I hate it, sobs. Do you believe unicorns ever really existed? No. If the last person that you kissed said they wanted to marry you, what would you say? He's implied that already for one day, but him directly saying that would make me no less than sob lmao. What do you want to name your first child? Alessandra Rose for a girl or Damien Vance for a boy. Have you ever met someone with that name? No. What are you best at on Rock Band: guitar, drums, or singing? I've only ever really done guitar, which I was honestly great at. What is your boyfriend’s favorite video game? Nier. Are you wearing a thong right now? No, those are so uncomfortable to me. Have you ever had shower sex? No, and I don't want to. It sounds so cramped and uncomfortable. I want to get in the shower, get clean, and get the hell out, don't touch me. Can you count on one hand how many people you've made out with? Yes. Have you ever had a sexually gay experience? Yes. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die? I, uh, wonder now and again if I'll kill myself at some point because it's just... so, so hard for me to picture myself reaching an old age. It's just not something that seems realistic in my head. Do you know who your father is? Yes. Have you ever had an emergency surgery? No.

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