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ellecdc · 7 days

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💰jingle jingle💰

how much for you to continue the barty shirt fic where they make it up to the tower and tell the marauders🤭

I'll give you this one for free but the rest will cost you

Barty Crouch Jr x potter!reader who tattles on Jegulus

CW: making fun of only children, siblings insulting one another, platonic Prongsfoot drama, no real angst - just chaos Continuation of this one shot

The trek from the Slytherin dungeons up the Gryffindor tower in a full sprint was unideal for even the most athletic and fit quidditch player in the castle; but if there was one thing a lifetime worth of living with James Potter and his pranking ways prepared you for, it was running.

Fortunately for you, this was not a universal experience and you were quickly able to leave Regulus and Barty well enough behind you.

You screamed the password at the Fat Lady who shrieked in fear when she saw you barrelling towards her causing her to open so quickly that the portrait thwacked against the stone walls and you all but dived into the common room.

You stood up straight as your chest burned to survey the patrons of the common room only to find that the entire common room was already doing the same to you.

“Circe’s tits, Potter.” Lily said with a smirk. “You look like you were trying to outrun Peeves.”

Your smile turned devious as you continued panting. “Better.” You answered quickly, turning your sights towards your brother, Peter, Remus, and…

“Sirius!” You greeted as you speed-walked over to their sofas.

“Hey Trouble; get tired of the snakes?” Sirius teased as he moved a chess piece with an air of nonchalance.

You were eager to change that.

Before you could open your mouth, two Slytherin’s came spilling into the common room before the portrait had a chance to close behind them.

“I’m so glad you could join me for this.” You taunted Regulus who’s jaw tightened as he straightened himself up and shook Barty’s hand off his shoulder.

“Isn’t this a nice shirt, Siri?”

Sirius looked up at that as he considered your form. “Yeah, actually; that’s designer, right?”

You look down at it with a smirk when you heard Regulus whisper a cautionary, “Potter.”

“I’m not sure…it’s got a little crown on the sleeve.” You explained innocently.

Sirius’ eyebrows widened at that. “Shit. Yeah those are super expensive; but great quality and super soft. Great choice, Junior.”

“Thank you!” Barty accepted eagerly. “See Treasure? Black gets it.”

You smirked as you looked over at James who you could see by now was clearly sweating. “Right…but I actually stole this from Jamie’s trunk.”

James’ eyes shot to Regulus as yours moved back to Sirius who was staring at you bemusedly.

“That is not Prongs’ shirt, and didn’t Junior just admit it was his?”

“Nope.” Barty answered with a pop of the p. “I admitted buying it.”

“Why are you buying clothes for James?” Remus asked cautiously then, eyes darting nervously between your mischievous form, James’ anxious form, Regulus’ tense form, and Sirius’ confused form.

“Oh, I’d never buy clothes for that Potter.” Barty scoffed. “That shirt was Reggie’s birthday present last year.”

The sound of Peter’s hand slapping against his mouth as he stared at you all wide eyed was the only sound in the entire common room.

Remus was holding his book in front of his face like a shield as he watched the spectacle that was his friend group.

Finally, Lily let out a long suffering sigh. “Potter, you might want to take this chance to get a head start.”

“Right.” James agreed quickly as he took off towards the portrait hole, pausing as he passed Regulus, seeming to decide since he was already going to die tonight, he may as well go big or go home.

He paused long enough to pull Regulus into a searing kiss before ripping away from him and taking off out of the common room.

The room continued to sit silently as everyone digested what they just saw.

“Did we seriously lose both Potter’s to Slytherin’s?” Marlene asked finally, causing Regulus to scoff.

“Like you’ve got a leg to stand on here, McKinnon.”

“At least I’m not fucking my brother’s best friend!” She volleyed back, causing Sirius to let out a dramatic gagging sound.

“You lot really need to spend less time worrying about who your siblings are shagging.” Peter said with an air of finality.

“Thank you!” You and Regulus chorused, causing you to glare at one another.

“You’re taking this rather well, Pads.” Remus chuckled, tapping Sirius’ knee with his book as Sirius continued staring unseeingly at the portrait hole.

“Mhm.”

Remus and Peter exchanged a worried glance. “What are you waiting for?” Peter asked finally.

“James will get lonely when he realizes no one is chasing him.” He replied in monotone. “He’ll be back in a few.”

“Sirius, please be cool about this; I’m happy, alright?” Regulus sighed in exasperation.

Sirius’ eyes flit over to his younger brother as his brows furrowed. “Listen, am I particularly pleased about…this? No. But that’s not what I’m going to kill him for.”

“What are you going to kill him for?” You inquired, wondering if it was worth writing home to your parents about.

The second your sentence finished, James cautiously stepped back through the portrait hole to find the common room in much the same state as he’d left it.

Suddenly, Sirius stood from his spot on the sofa. “ALL THOSE TIMES YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE TOO BUSY TUTORING TO PRANK WITH ME, YOU WERE DITCHING ME FOR MY BROTHER!?”

The room collectively grimaced as they looked over at James.

“Listen mate, it’s not what it looks like.” James pleaded, earning him a scoff from his best friend.

“It isn’t what it looks like!? Because the way it looks to me is that you lied, and you kepy secrets! You know, there was a point in this relationship that trust and honesty meant something!” Sirius shouted back.

“It does!” James offered quickly. “It does, Pads! Swear it!”

“Right, forgive me, but your word means nothing to me right now.” He spat as he went storming up towards their shared dorm, James quickly following behind.

“Please don’t shut me out like this; you’re still my other half!”

But the rest of the argument performance was silenced when the door to their room shut behind them.

“Well, Regulus.” Remus sighed with a tired smile. “Welcome to the family; our boyfriend’s are each other’s boyfriends, and this happens every three days.”

“Salazar’s fucking balls.” Regulus groaned as he threw his head back. “This is why I didn’t want it going public.”

“Oi!” You shouted as you lobbed a throw pillow at your new future brother-in-law. “If you’re going to love my brother, love him with your whole chest, coward!”

“You take that back.” He hissed at you.

“I’ll do no such thing.”

“I…I don’t know what to do…should…should we get a professor? What’s happening?” Barty started, looking around the Gryffindor common room with a look of panic on his face.

“Oh, relax, Junior. Your only child is showing.” Remus sighed as he pulled his book back out.

“Aren’t you an only child, Lupin?”

“Yup.” Remus responded as he turned a page of his book. “But I’ve lived in the same tower as the Potters for seven years, and dealt with Sirius and Regulus for the past two; you pick up a few things. Things like this-” he explained as he pointed towards you and Regulus who were still throwing insults back and forth. “Is what siblings call bonding.”

Lily chuckled as Marlene, Barty, Peter, and Remus watched as you called Regulus a “spoiled rotten toerag” to which he replied that “even listening to your voice made him feel like he was losing brain cells”.

“Siblings are weird.” Barty decided.

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snickerdoodlles · 22 days

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I was gonna ask you for ☕☕☕ on Kim characterisations but I know that could put you at risk of assassination 💀 so free choice! Any ☕ on anything you need to get off your chest - I love u

😂 it is a choose violence game, let's play with fire 🔥 three Kim characterizations i don't much care for:

writing Kim as really old

like. hmmmm. i feel like a lot of fic out there is just really bad at characterizing young 20 yos, there are a lot of stories that write Kim's vibes like he's 38 yo or something. it's. bizarre. 21/22 yo is still so young. there's still so much uncertainty at that age and so much self-discovery to come. i've complained about this before so i don't want to just rehash that but. yeesh. some people really kinda suck at writing "kid in college" aged characters.

not letting Kim be playful

honestly, this one kinda follows on the previous point? there's a very annoying trend of writing ~older~ characters as only ever very serious. and like, aside from the irritation at the way people are really bad at early 20s vibes, people never outgrow playfulness. in canon, i'm pointing to Porsche trapping Kinn under the sheets and farting or them huffing their morning breaths in each other's faces (i love u canon ❤). but people still do ridiculous shit at 40/50/60/70/80/ALL THE AGES too. 40yo sisters who greet each other by punching the other in the boob. the 60yo neighbor who tells me my shoelaces are untied every time he sees me in sandals. the 50yo uncle who flicks popcorn in the mouths of anyone who falls asleep during movie night. there's no age limit to this sort of thing!

but while some of the ultra seriousness seems to be a weird age thing, it's like people also missed that Kim is playful? he's very intense when he's in mafia business mode and he's a nightmare to the guards (❤), but he plays along with Khun. he teases Chay. he has a good rapport with other university students. he can be more lowkey playful than others, but Kim's not made of stone, he has his fun too.

Wik being a burden on Kim

this one starts running into differences in headcanon-- like personally, i'm looking for fics where Wik is Kim's home. i've cried about this elsewhere so i'll keep it short, but Wik is the life Kim poured blood, sweat, and tears into to build up brick by brick. Wik is the life Kim wants, it's the parts of him he thinks are the best of him. i actually make the MC of the ep4 university one of Kim's best friends (i call him Green), and one of my favorite headcanons i've come up with for them is that everyone thinks Green twists Kim's arm into doing outreach events, but actually Green is Kim's connection to university news because he loves doing them but never knows who to ask. Kim desperately wants to be a source of good inspiration to others and have purpose outside of violence, and Wik is his way of doing that. Wik is not a burden on Kim (in fact, i'd argue Kim all but said he is a burden on Wik, but i digress).

so, that's my personal preference for Kim's relationship with Wik, but obviously not everyone's going to have the same characterization and that's cool. where i start to get annoyed is when people write him as very...hmm. dismissive? of it. or otherwise seems like he doesn't like any aspect of it. i straight up back click on any fic that has Kim fuck up the name of some popular musician. this is not a specific call out, but for example-- i remember reading something where there was this offhand line of Kim being like "and there's a request for a show with some other musician, wangson jack?" and just. no. back click, goodbye, nope. shit like that really starts to bug me. some of it is personal irritation at how awful a lot of english speakers are towards asian artists (which like. random fandom people are not at fault for the crimes of USamerican music reporters. but maybe consider that until people overall are less shitty and dismissive towards them, one off lines referencing real life musicians like this are better off deleted). but over all i just...really, really dislike disrespectful attitudes like that (esp for something related to the arts) and i don't want to read them in my favorite character. Kim is pursuing a career in the music industry for himself--Kim being, u know, Kim, he's going to take it very seriously and with that, also hold a lot of respect towards his fellow musicians generally speaking. at the very least, he's going to be cordial and pleasant with them because no one likes working with an asshole and Kim is trying to keep his mafia bullshit far away from his Wik goals. not everyone's going to have the same characterization headcanons i do for how much i think Kim would pour himself into music and love it, but i really don't vibe with any take where Wik is a burden on or a drag for Kim.

and a bonus ☕ because i luv u too anon: anything where Kim doesn't love his brothers or sees them as actual competition instead of the ones he wants to protect the most. this is not a surprise to anyone here, u all know how much i love brothers, but i've noticed that fandom gets kinda caught up in the chess metaphors sometimes. and to that i say: 1. Terry Pratchett yall: sin is when you treat people like things. 2. Terry Pratchett again: chess is a stupid ass metaphor for real life. 3. kp canon agrees with that. Korn is shit at playing chess. (the fucking. ep1 game. omfg. Chan is all but eating his pieces to let Korn win. i'm still howling over the scholars mate in ep5.) Korn is noticeably shit at all his hobbies that are metaphors for controlling people. which is the point! the boys fail every time they try to play his games, because you cannot play people like you would a game. every triumph is rooted in overturning the game board completely.

[ send a ☕, get a bitchy* fic opinion ]

*personal preference related, we’re not here to be mean

#thank u anon this was fun 😂#kinnporsche #tea asks

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throwingmetothelions · 10 months

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Hi babes. @ladyveronikawrites requested this one, and who am I to deny one of my greatest loves? This prompt is one of my favorites, so hell yeah I was gonna write it. I woke up 48 minutes ago, and didn’t leave my bed until I had this done.

Smut Prompt 176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are”.

Folio x OC

“Do you wanna watch a few episodes of South Park first or something? Or do you just wanna go night night,” she ran her hands from his wrists up to his tired shoulders and back down again.

Touring was hard, but hotel nights for a show a few hours from his hometown served as fuel that kept Nick going.

His girlfriend was only joining them for the dates that started in North Carolina and ended in Maryland, but he took what he could get.

“I was actually wondering if I could watch something else before bed,” Folio cracked a half smile as he walked backwards and landed in a wingback chair.

Curious as to why he wasn’t flopped horizontally across the bed as per usual, she listed off movies that might strike his interest but nope.

He slowly shook his head as he’d made his decision. “Strip,” he could see the confusion on her face, but with raised eyebrows and an index finger pointed directly at her he asked once again. “Strip,” he whispered.

She could have laughed. She wasn’t wearing anything but some old cheer shorts she’s had since high school, and a faded oversized tee shirt that said “My Friends Got Stoned In Myrtle Beach And All I Got Was This Shirt,” in flaking print. Hardly what she would have considered sexy, but there she stood regardless. She positioned herself directly in between his legs. Her thumbs hooked the band of the shorts and brought them down slowly over her thighs. “Is this what you had in mind mister,” she breathes as the cold air of the hotel room hits her core.

Nick is all bitten lips and nodding neck as he stares up at her. His brain is short circuiting. Lack of blood. He didn’t need it anyway, and was just glad he’d opted for joggers after his shower. No belt, no jeans, and no boxers.

Freckled arms crossed in front of her as she slowly pulled the shirt off. She could feel the weight of her tits as the bounced back from being pulled up by the shirt, and she became aware of Folio’s hands as they made their way down her waist when the clothing hit the ground.

Her brain searched for instances where Folio had moved faster than he did in that moment, and she remembered none.

In an instant he had her pressed between him and the floor to ceiling window of the suite.

A squeal pipped up from her throat as the cold glass made contact with her nipples. “What - Nick, what the hell?” she whimpered, warm breath creating condensation on the window.

“I’m going to fuck you against the window, I want everyone to see how good you are,” he bit the back of her neck as he pulled himself free. He held her hair in a firm grip and placed her forehead on the glass. “Now, you just tell me what you see babe. You tell me who could see you,” Nick says before filling her up. This was where he found it. Behind his eyelids, he was convinced, was some sort of universe that belonged to an afterlife he was sent to every single time he felt her walls around for the first time after breaks.

“I can - can see like … there’s cars and … there’s a lady crossing the - oh. She’s crossing the street,” her forehead never leaves the glass because his fingers never leave her hair. That angle was absolutely going to leave her pussy sore the next day, but the feeling of him fucking her into the window and the knowledge that anyone could look up about 5 stories and see them? Oh, that was just enough to keep her from giving a damn.

Nick’s neck rolled back and his right hand left her hip. He spat on his fingers before bringing them in between her soft thighs. “Do you need this,” he mumbled against her shoulder as he rubbed quick circles around her clit. He didn’t need her to verbalize.

The grunt she let go from her chest was enough of a confirmation.

“I’m not gonna last much longer so I really need you to cum on my cock. You can do it hun just … ah fuck,” the feeling of her cunt pulsing around him from the orgasm he brought on just by talking to her, the bastard was enough to have him following shortly after. A few more shallow thrusts, and he found himself leaning his body weight into her as she panted against the window.

“Can I still take you up on that South Park offer?”

#bad omens #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #jolly karlsson #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfic #auntievwroteit

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quitealotofsodapop · 7 months

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[Now I'm imagining a Judge Judy or Maury-esque trial over the custody/parentage of Sun Luzhen and the other SWKs vs their universes' respective Nuwa, Houtu and Fuxi.]

Goodness, that guy has to earn a LOT of overtime to deal with SWKs and the fams nonsense. Hope they invite him to family events too X)

[Reborn SWK/Smokey is the most furious since he has a whole complex over not having parents.]

I wanna write something funny, but all I can make up is the image of Reborn Nuwa shoving as much money and stuff as possible as Hush Money so that their connection stays a secret. I feel like that would make Smokey super-duper mad.

[Plum, realising that he probably shouldn't have said that: "The... the supreme goddess of the moon?" (o_o;) Other LEMs: "THE WHO?!?"]

Plum, poking head into the room with the SWKs: Sorry about that, but I think I broke your partners.

Damn, so Mac's also royalty! Although, how well known was that if he worked as PIFs attendant in the Celestial Realm?

...now I am curious how Babs and Gibs came to be...what's their lineage? And do they know of it?

[Different SWKs reactions ahoy!]

Hmm...how do the LEM's (and rest of the Pilgrims if they are around) feel about Luzhen? He has to quite literally rock their world with the revelations.

[He's used to sudden children by now.]

Peach, hearing Dasheng's footsteps in the house: Hey, bud, what's ahhh... *Sees that Dasheng has 10 kids, all hanging from his limbs...* Umm...

Dasheng: I walked by an orphanage...

Peach: Wow, your dad vibes are over 9000, huh?

Dasheng: What does that even mean?!

[heck yeah, I'm dad, not our neglectful creators.]

I am picturing Dasheng looking at either of the gods in question and going, "Oh look at that, the deadbeats are here. Have you brought the child support or do I have to boot you off my mountain again?"

[it's not his fault another him got made! And whats more he's furious at their creators for "allowing" another Stone Monkey to be born to face the same crisis/trials he did.]

You know, I once read that we grow up to be the person our younger selves would have felt the safest with. Paraphrased a bit, but the idea is there. They are two different people, but, maybe he can help heal his inner child in this way.

[His cub now, their creators can screw off!]

I have this image: One of the parents in question coming in hot to claim parental rights or something, only for Cherry, handling his Luzhen off to somebody to keep safe, to launch an attack so brutal and bloody Buddha took one look at the carnage and noped out of there, going like "Not even I am willing to fuck with that. Nope."

[They do have a little brain itch of what this could mean for them tho.]

Not the brain itch you or Shihou were having, but mine is itching with the question of...how would SWK and/or LEM handle a child with cognitive disabilities - like serious ones at that?

[Meanwhile Mac is just like; "He's a toddler. They all want to fight heaven."]

Well, he's not wrong. I am told as a small child I advocated for burning the government whenever the adults complained about something relating to politics. I was quite the anarchist.

[albeit one thats technically his uncle(?) he's not gonna worry about that part.]

I did one read a book where the middle-school-aged-MC had a two-year-old Baby Aunt. I also thought it was odd - but also one hell of a way to find out your parents/grandparents are still getting it on.

Gonna have to be my replies under Read more soon cus gotdang you really give me a lot to talk about! /positive :D

[Goodness, that guy has to earn a LOT of overtime to deal with SWKs and the fams nonsense. Hope they invite him to family events too X)]

SWK's lawyer def gets a yearly holiday card, and invites to family events. He's practically family after the first couple of scandals.

[I wanna write something funny, but all I can make up is the image of Reborn Nuwa shoving as much money and stuff as possible as Hush Money so that their connection stays a secret. I feel like that would make Smokey super-duper mad.]

F in chat to poor Smokey; who wanted a meaningful relationship/an apology from his creators and now only has worthless hush money, and a small son/brother(?) to take care of.

[Damn, so Mac's also royalty! Although, how well known was that if he worked as PIFs attendant in the Celestial Realm?]

The Celestial Realm recognised LMK!Mac as *belonging* to the supreme Mood Deity, but were unsure exactly how. He's a monkey after all, and Taiying is human (they think). Maybe he's her pet? Alchemy experiment gone wrong? Either way, he was a calming influence on the young and frustrated Princess Tieshan, so he was at least treated with the same respect as a lady-in-waiting - although not as much as humanoid celestial would be.

If the Celestial Realm knew the Six Eared Macaque was the child of the Supreme Moon Deity, then he might have had some weight to throw around the court - if Lady Taiying recognised him as such. Otherwise its another aspect they would have mocked him for - whats more to them than another illegitimate noble?

Also; Plum accidentally breaking all the other LEMs cus he didn't realise that they didn't know about their origins. XD

[…now I am curious how Babs and Gibs came to be…what's their lineage? And do they know of it?]

Odds are those two were created by separate star entities long before the modern earth even existed. Earth is were they spent their teenage/college years essentially before they retired to space. If they know of their origins, they don't care much.

Rest of replies under Read More!

[Hmm…how do the LEM's (and rest of the Pilgrims if they are around) feel about Luzhen?]

Most of the LEMs are shocked silent for the most part.

Plum/LMK!Mac: in particular a little annoyed but adoring that a tiny copy of Wukong has been dropped onto his lap. But hey, free baby is free baby. Will kill anything that dares to inflict any of SWK's trauma onto Luzhen.

Zhanshi/HiB!LEM: immediately goes full mom-mode on the infant monkey. Little guy needs a stable home after all! Hunting down his primordial in-laws for answers can wait... for now.

Liang/Reborn!LEM: is a little faster to accept Luzhen as their responsibility than Smokey, and helps to be the "softer" parent of the two. They def agree that the gods can screw off tho.

Olive/Netflix!LEM: is initially so freaked out that they don't want anything to do with Luzhen. But the moment the little guy reaches out for a hug... who is Olive to deny him? A bit colder, but is warming up fast. Is the one who holds Luzhen while Cherry fights the gods - like the infamous "Get his ass baby, I got your flower" except flower is baby.

Joker/NewGods!LEM: is already bouncing the kid on his knee. Its a shock but hey, its like how they got their MK. Little guy is stinking adorable too. Is also very mad at the gods for being so irresponsible. Probably gets really defensive when people ask if him and Ace are Luzhen's grandparents tho.

Spice/2000s!LEM: is scared. So very scared. Mostly out of worry. He's just coming to terms with his own creation/identity, and now there's a bonus Wukong?! What if the gods take Luzhen away!? He needs to sit down a bit. Takes him a while to see Luzhen as more than a extension of SWK, afterwards its more mentor and tudi vibes.

Meihouwang Mihou: is... still in shock. He reacted badly enough to Shihou's arrival, and now an entire infant version of Shihou needs food and parents to take care of him. Its overwhelming. And then Shihou approaches him for advice? On how to raise Luzhen? Oh gosh, maybe this was a sign from the gods. His ears are flooded with the sounds of wedding bells and laughing infants. This oz his and Shihou's baby now. Still asks the Elder monkeys for help tho, since he barely knows what to do more than Shihou does.

Lilac/Smash!LEM: is hesistant to get close. They feel that they can't just drop everything to raise a whole kid, not with their career quicky on the rise. Their Wukong is such a good caretaker tho, and Lilac feels a little guilty when they can't join in on family time. Def dedicates a song about "little falling stars" to Luzhen, and has frequent video calls when he's away. Vows to spoil the kid anytime they're together to make up for any time lost.

The other pilgrims are having bluescreen errors every time they try thinking about the ramifictions of multiple earth/creation gods pulling up to drop lore like that.

The Tripitakas are torn between "Oh its a blessing!" and "Oh sweet Buddha, theres two of them now." HiB!Liuer has already claimed his Luzhen as his little brother/fellow tudi.

You know the Zhu Bajie's are laughing their butts off once the shock wears off. Lots of child support jokes. Declares themselves the different Luzhens' uncles.

Sha Wujing is a little more... unsettled. Why did a bunch of gods just show up- oh sweet buddha they're Older Brother Sun's creators?! And theres' a little Sun now!? Reborn!SWJ def has a small breathing-into-a-paper-bag anixety attack. Afterwards though they feel a greater kinship, with their Luzhens and SWKs. After all, they feel "discarded" by the gods also.

[I am picturing Dasheng looking at either of the gods in question and going, "Oh look at that, the deadbeats are here. Have you brought the child support or do I have to boot you off my mountain again?"]

The idea of Dasheng looking the earth gods in the eye and calling them "deadbeats" is the most perfectly in-character thing for him ever. I love it.

[You know, I once read that we grow up to be the person our younger selves would have felt the safest with. Paraphrased a bit, but the idea is there. They are two different people, but, maybe he can help heal his inner child in this way.]

That is literally the most sweetest and heartbreaking thing. Smokey considers himself "broken", but Luzhen as "still good enough" to help. By being a good protector and influence, he secretly hopes to heal the scared child he once was. :']

Meanwhile, Netflix!SWK/Cherry is fighting any gods that dare threaten to take his mini-me away.

[how would SWK and/or LEM handle a child with cognitive disabilities - like serious ones at that?]

Honestly? Pretty ok. They know that people can be born "different" and have different hurdles to overcome. In the wild, macaques are known to pay extra attention to troop members with disabilities, and treat them kindly.

I hc MK as having adhd, which really affects his attention and short term memory, so Shadowpeach have been working with that for a long time. Wukong and Macaque themselves are very autistic-coded (which makes my autistic butt very happy), and would have a lot of insight to how the kid might be feeling.

If one of their kids has another serious cognitive impairment, like being non-verbal, they'll find a way to adapt to it. SWK 100% has learned both forms of CSL over the years, and does a refresher in prep for MK's arrival. Helps a lot when the more monkey-ish side of the kids means that they don't verbalize for a long time compared to human kids.

[one hell of a way to find out your parents/grandparents are still getting it on.]

MK had that crisis at age 19 when the Lunar Nodelets were on the way. Like when he found out it was at a high-stress moment so he barely had time ot process it; "We had just saved the world from the Lady Bone Demon and you two were...?! Ugh! I need to wash my brain out."

Nezha had a more firey reaction when he learned of the Eclipse Twins years prior. He didn't even know the monkeys did that stuff. He was uber-grossed out in an almost cooties sort of way, but also in a "please for the love of buddha, don't fill the celestial realm with your spawn"-kind of way.

Tysm for sending so many cool questions in! You really rock my create brain <3

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gooddaysmeanwritingdays · 2 years

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He's Got the Whole World in His Hands

Pairing: Marc Spector x gn!Reader (mentions of Jake Lockley x gn!Reader, mentions of Steven Grant x gn!reader) Fandom: Moon Knight Warnings: so much fluff, swearing Word Count: 991 words Summary: It's your anniversary, and your darling Marc tells you a secret.

A/N: So this is set in the same universe as my other fic Bad Days. You don't have to have read it to understand this. All you have to know is it's an established relationship and there's a shit ton of fluff.

A/N 2: This hasn't been beta read, so let me know if there are errors. I found notes for this fic in my idea hoard, and I got such a rush of motivation to write it that I did. (I also wrote a Sandman x reader fic in the same hour, but that's considerably worse so I might post it later 😅)

A/N 3: I also may or may not have ADHD/depression (or both, fuck if I know) so I'm sorry to anyone who's followed me with the expectation that I would post regularly. I can barely focus on eating three meals a day, so I'm just trying to focus on writing when it makes me feel good. That being sad, I did enjoy writing this one (and the Sandman one), so I hope you enjoy it too.

I also made a playlist for this fic series, so feel free to listen to as you read 💖

Dividers by @maysdigitalarts and my own boredom

He’s staring.

You couldn’t help but smile as you felt your husband's eyes on you. You turned the page of the menu, not looking up at him even as your smile grew. The four of you were out to lunch, to celebrate your seventh anniversary. Steven had doted on you all morning, and Jake hadn't stopped teasing about his plans for the evening. But right now, you were with Marc, and he hadn't stopped staring at you all day.

You loved it. Even if you couldn't look at him. Not when he had that look in his eyes. The one that said he was falling in love with you all over again. No, because if you looked now, they'd have to scrape your melted remains off the floor.

And really, you’d been together for nearly a decade now—surely you had more dignity than that?

Finally, you couldn’t take it any longer. You looked up at your husband and your heart fluttered. Nope, you definitely didn’t have that much dignity. So what if they had to scrape you off the floor if you got to take in such a gorgeous sight?

You were sitting by the window out onto the street and the light was on him like a halo. He had his chin propped up on his hand and his eyes crinkled as he stared back at you. There was so much love in his eyes that you were certain your heart was about to stop.

Even after all these years, one look from him and you couldn’t function. And how could anyone expect you to? How, when someone so gorgeous and wonderful and all yours was staring at you like that? Like you were everything he wanted, and he couldn’t bear to look away even for a second.

“Take a photo, baby. It’ll last longer.”

You blinked out of your reverie. Marc grinned and you somehow managed to raise an eyebrow (honestly, how did you function around him?). “You haven’t stopped staring at me since we woke up this morning, and yet I’m the one who’s staring too much?”

He shrugged. “I never said you were staring too much. Stare all you like, baby," he said with a wink. "But how can I not stare at you when you’re this gorgeous?”

Shit. He’s in full flirt mode today. I’m definitely not going to survive.

“Besides, I was just suggesting you take a photo since you looked like you were trying to memorise me.” He reached across the table to lace his fingers with you.

You ran your thumb across the back of his hand. “I always want to memorise moments like these. I never want to forget a moment with any of you,” you murmured, your eyes on your entwined fingers. “You three are my everything. If I could, I would engrave every second we have together into stone. That way, in a thousand years archaeologists can see how wholly in love with you I am."

You looked back up to see your husband staring at you with wide eyes, cheeks slowly flushing with red. He looked away, his spare hand covering his face. But between his fingers you could see the pink staining his cheeks, and you could hear as he let out a strangled moan.

“So fucking adorable,” he muttered into his hand and you chuckled a little.

You tugged on his hand to get him to look at you again. You lifted it up to press a kiss to each of his fingers when his eyes met yours. “I love you. All of you. My moon boys.”

Marc melted a little at your name for them. “We love you too, baby.”

You turned back to your menu, his hand still wrapped around yours, and you decided this was your favourite anniversary ever.

After a few seconds you raised your eyebrow at your husband. He was staring at you again.

I swear, you thought with indelible fondness. When he looks at me like that, he makes it seem like he’s falling in love with me all over again.

“Sometimes it surprises us how much we’re in love with you,” Marc murmured, his smile so soft your heart ached. “And every day I swear it doubles. When I fell in love with you, I thought I couldn’t possibly love someone more than I did in that moment. And yet it’s nothing compared to how I feel about you now. How we all feel about you.”

“And how do you all feel about me?” you couldn’t help but tease, propping your chin on your hand. “Do tell.”

“It’s a secret.”

You tugged on his hand. “Well, you have to tell me now. It was part of our vows. You have to tell me all the gossip.”

“Well…” Marc leaned across the table, prompting you to lean in too. “Don’t tell him I told you this,” he said with a wink, and you smiled knowing Jake and Steven were there too. “But Steven is in love with you.”

You gasped. “How scandalous!”

Marc nodded. “It’s embarrassing. He looks at you like you hung the moon.”

He was definitely trying to kill you. Was this his anniversary present to you? Death by cuteness? At this rate you’d be a puddle of goo before dessert.

“And Jake—”

“Jake too? Oh heavens! What will the neighbours think?”

Marc couldn’t stop his smile at your theatrics. “Jake once said he’d travel the galaxy to find a flower if it matched your smile.”

You melted a little more at that. Jake always did know how to say the perfect things. “And what about Marc?”

“Well,” Marc’s smile was soft and dazzling, and your heart skipped a beat. “Isn’t there a song about—” he cupped your cheeks in his hands, “—having the whole world in your hands?”

You had to lean in and kiss him for that. It’d be a crime not to.

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stardustandash · 9 months

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Enter The Wild - Linked Universe

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort

Chapter 1

The band of Heroes find themselves in a Hyrule of ruins and relics and about one hundred years too late. Or maybe, they came just at the right time.

Yet another "gang meets Wild" fic

AO3

The shift had been fast and dramatic. One minute the group was walking through a market in Sky’s Hyrule, and the next they were standing in the middle of a big, empty field. Well, it wasn’t completely empty. There were strange large stones that were rather uniform in shape popping out of the long grass and the ruins of stone buildings standing derelict and sad. To top it off, they had gone from a bright, sunny day to a cold drizzling rain. The group all stared around then at each other.

“Ok, anyone going to pipe up and say they recognize this, or?” asked Warriors.

“Definitely not mine,” said Wind. “Twilight?”

“Nope, not mine either.”

“Then I think we’re about to find another Link,” said Time. “Alright, we know the drill now, find the nearest town, ask around for the Hero, and don’t be suspicious.”

The last was tacked on with a pointed look to Four and Wind.

“But first, we’re going to find some shelter and wait out this rain?” asked Sky hopefully.

There were sounds of agreement all around, and so the group set off. Their boots slipped and caught in the mud as they stepped across the field. At first, everything seemed fairly normal, but as the group continued Time couldn’t help feel more and more nervous about this Hyrule. There were animals in the tall grass that darted away from the group as they passed, but there were no other travellers to speak of. Hell, there was not even a sign of civilization aside from the ruins that shadowed them across the field. Time looked to the others and saw the growing discomfort on their faces as well. Legend was biting his lip as he surveyed a stone wall, taking in the crumbling stones at the base. No one made a sound as they walked, not even to laugh when Hyrule’s boot got stuck in the mud and was stuck hopping on one foot until he could free it.

Eventually their search for shelter was cancelled out by the downpour lessening and the clouds lightening overhead. The group could see farther now, and found themselves to be in a large valley basin. The rain was just easing off and the sun was beginning to peek through the clouds when they got their first sight of civilization. Smoke curled into the sky from a point out of sight behind a hill. They could also see two tall peaks stretching skyward and lost among the last of the rainclouds. The beauty of the landscape and the sign of living people lifted their hearts as the group set off with a new energy in their steps.

“Hey guys, I don’t think these are just stones. Come look at this!” called Wind as he scrambled up the side of one of the uniform rocks.

Indeed, as Time got closer and with the light of the sun he could make out swirling patterns carved into the rock and though it was half-buried there were four visible tendril like appendages sticking out of it. It looked like some kind of mechanical monster.

So of course Four had scurried ahead and was now trying to it out.

“Careful Four, we don’t want to accidentally wake it up,” said Time.

“I just want to see if its mechanical or magic!”

“Think you could get it running again?” asked Hyrule. “Wonder what they were all for?”

Time sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. These kids were going to be the death of him. He sincerely hoped that whoever this Hyrule’s Link was, he would be calm, patient, and practical. Even if they could wake up one of these creatures, there was nothing saying that it would be at all friendly. Better to learn about this world first before messing with potentially important or evil beings.

“We should get a move on. It may have stopped raining, but we should still find shelter for the night and start asking questions,” said Time. When Wind and Four started pouting he added: “We can ask about these things too. Someone around here must know something about them.”

“Yes!”

“Fine, but I’m taking this,” said Four, holding up a large, strange looking screw before pocketing it.

The group continued on, passing the strange mechanical creatures where they sat quietly in the dirt. As Time’s eyes spotted the top of a strange looking structure over the rise, Warriors spotted something else.

Planted in the ground were several long-rusted weapons. Just the right size for a Hylian and near to both one of the strange creatures and a ruined wall.

“Something happened in this Hyrule. Something bad,” said Warriors as he took another look around the field. “This was a battlefield, a long time ago if these weapons are to judge. Wherever the Hero is, he’s got one hell of a mess on his hands.”

He absently picked up one of the rusted swords and gave it an experimental swing. The blade snapped off and nearly hit Sky, who was yanked out of the way by Hyrule.

“Nice,” snarked Legend.

“Shut up,” said Warriors. “I’m just proving my point, these weapons are ancient.”

“Come on, we’re nearly there. Unless you want to replace your weapons with rusted out equivalents?” said Time.

Truth be told he was just as unsettled from the untouched battleground this Hyrule seemed to be. And he was doubly glad Four hadn’t found some way to turn the creatures on, as Time was starting to have the sneaking suspicion that they were responsible for the ruins and the abandoned weapons.

The thoughts of what could’ve happened in this world swirled around his head for the rest of their walk. He was so lost in thought it took Twilight gently shoving his shoulder to realize they had reached their destination.

It was not civilization.

At least, not in the sense that Time, or any of the others thought of it. Instead of a village or a collection of huts, they had come across one very large, very strange tent. It was shaped vaguely like a horse. He had the brief thought of Malon laughing her head off at the structure and it sent a burst of longing through his heart. Though the tent was strange, the people milling about near it were not. Hylians, and a few others of the various folk of Hyrule were going about their business in the area. Most noticeably a large rito man with blue feathers playing an accordion. Still, there were less than ten people by Time’s count. Not enough for a village. But a few waved at the group as they approached, and a friendly man called from behind a wood counter.

They quickly learned the friendly man’s name, Tasseren, and that he owned this particular stable. Out of how many he did not say, but he promised the beds here were softer than any of the rest. With the sun getting low in the sky the group pooled their rupees and settled in for the night. After their walk it was no surprise when Sky and Wind practically jumped into their beds and were softly snoring only minutes later. It was only a matter of time before the others crawled into their own beds, armour and weapons resting at the ready on the ground nearby.

Time let them get comfortable under their warm blankets before walking back out into the night. A few people were still up, mostly talking with each other over the cook fire nearby the actual stable part of the structure. Across the nearby river a blue structure glowed brightly, its light rippling across the moving water to touch the opposite bank. Time settled himself against the wall of the tent looking out over the field with the strange stone structures. This Hyrule was unsettling. Peaceful, but unsettling.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Time would be lying if he said the question didn’t surprise him in the stillness of the night. He turned quickly, reaching for a sword that was left next to his bed inside when he found Twilight grinning down at him.

“You neither, Pup?”

“No. Something about this place makes me uneasy. The whole field smells, well, like death,” said Twilight as he sat down next to time. He leaned against Time’s arm as his eyes stared out across the shadowy field. In the dark Time couldn’t make out more than a few dark shapes in the grass, but he knew Twilight’s eyes were better than his.

“We’ll get some answers, Pup. And hopefully the Hero here has it all in hand. After all, the rest of us joined up after our adventuring days were done,” said Time, not without a touch of bitterness. None of them had asked to go on another adventure. The only upside was that this time none of them were alone on their journey.

“Ah, did I hear you mention a hero?” asked an unfamiliar voice. Both Time and Twilight looked up at the newcomer. It was the rito man with the accordion from their arrival. “I know a song about the Champion, if you’d like to hear it.”

Time and Twilight shared a look. Would information actually just fall into their laps? It couldn’t be that easy.

Kass misinterpreted their look. “Sorry for eavesdropping, but all of you young men remind me of a friend of mine. Same sort of looks, you all could be family.”

“It’s fine,” said Time. “And yes, we would like to hear your song.”

Time hoped that the rito’s friend was in fact, the hero they were looking for.

“Excellent! Ah, before I start, my name is Kass. I’m a bard from Rito Village.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Kass,” said Time.

Kass nodded, and took a deep breath before beginning an upbeat, yet sad tune. His voice followed the dance of the melody as he sang low and sweet.

“An ancient hero, a Calamity appears, Now resurrected after 10,00 years.

Her appointed knight gives his life, Shields her figure, and pays the price. The princess’ love for her fallen knight awakens her power, and within the castle the Calamity is forced to cower. But the knight survives! In the Shrine of Resurrection he sleeps, Until from his healing dream he leaps!

For Fierce and deadly trials await. To regain his strength. Fulfil his fate.

To become a hero once again! To wrest the princess from evil’s den.

The hero, the princess -hand in hand- Must bring the light back to this land.”

Kass let the final note trail off into the sounds of the night. For a moment the three of them sat entranced in the dark before Time and Twilight caught up with what the words of the song were telling them.

“Wait, so the hero of this land is in this Shrine of Resurrection?” asked Twilight.

Kass blinked down at them in surprise before his features gentled into a strange smile.

“It’s just a song. Everyone knows the Champion died protecting Princess Zelda one hundred years ago. The Shrine of Resurrection is real enough. I have a traveler friend who told me he visited it once, if you’re interested in seeing it.”

Time felt his heart sink. Why would Hylia bring them all to this Hyrule now, with their Link 100 years dead. Maybe they had to fix it all themselves now, was that it? On top of fighting the darkness they had to save this Hyrule?

“What’s this Calamity in the song?” asked Time, hoping it wasn’t too strange of a question to ask.

From the look he got, it was a very strange question.

“Are you boys trying to say you haven’t seen the castle in the last hundred years?” said Kass. “Have you been living in the clouds?”

Time’s heart raced as he tried to think of a convincing lie.

“Our parents were very protective. Its our first time out of the village,” offered Twilight when Time failed to think of anything suitable.

Kass was apparently still not convinced when the sound of hooves on the road captured all three of their attention. Coming down the road from the west was a pale white horse, its coat gleaming in the moonlight. On its back was a dark shadow of a rider.

“Ah, it’s my friend,” said Kass. “The one who has been to the Shrine of Resurrection.”

Unconvincing lies forgotten, Kass moved towards the road to greet his friend. Time stood to get a better look at the stranger and felt Twilight do the same beside him. They watched as the stranger rode up and dismounted smoothly in front of the stable. He gave his horse a quick pat before waving at Kass in greeting. The stranger’s face was mostly hidden by the dark cloak he wore and the shadows no matter how Time strained his eyes to work.

“Hello to you too, my friend. Are you well?”

The stranger shrugged and raised the hand not holding the reins of his horse. “I’ve been better. Blood moon a few nights ago, had to clear the roads again.”

Time was a bit taken aback to see the stranger signing. At least Kass understood, or seemed to.

“That’s too bad. Would hearing a song before you sleep cheer you up?”

The stranger nodded, and motioned to his horse.

“Yes, I’ll wait until you put him away.”

The stranger nodded again and disappeared out of sight for a few minutes before coming back to stand in front of Kass. Time watched as he stood expectantly, almost childlike in the way he held his hands together in front of himself. Again, Kass started singing a song, this time about Champions who fought Ganon 10,000 years ago and some “Divine Beasts”. Time didn’t really understand aside from that this world had, apparently, seen more than its fair share of battle.

All throughout the song the stranger stood and listened as if rooted to the spot, gently nodding his head in time. As Kass finished the stranger gave him some quiet applause. It was a nice moment, considering how strangely eerie this Hyrule was. Time relaxed a little, shifting his weight to lean against a support for the tent when the moment was ruined by a branch snapping under his foot.

The stranger reacted in an instant, a bow in his hands from seemingly nowhere and an arrow pointed straight at Time. Before Time could react to calm the situation, Twilight stepped in front of him with a growl.

“Shush, Pup,” said Time at the same time Kass said “It’s ok, they’re just travelers.”

Time put a hand on Twilight and gently but forcefully shoved him out of the way as he stepped forward into the torchlight at the front of the stable. The stranger had lowered his bow slightly, but still had the arrow nocked and ready.

“Sorry for startling you, my name’s Time, and that’s Twilight. We’re travellers,” said Time in a soft voice.

The stranger just stared, hands still gripping his weapon before Kass chuckled at him.

“They aren’t bokoblins, Link,” said Kass, “No need for the bow.”

Time’s ears pricked up at that. Maybe the Hero wasn’t quite as gone in this world as the story claimed. With a sigh, the stranger, Link, dismissed his bow in a glow of blue light to a small rectangle hanging on his hip. With one hand he reached up to pull down his dark hood and revealed a head of shoulder length blonde hair swept up in a ponytail and a face full of familiarities. He had Time’s blue eyes, Twilight’s proud nose, and the same stubborn cowlick Legend tried to keep hidden with his hat.

Then the similarities ended. The boy staring back at him has skin that told a sad story. Scars twisted up Link’s neck, clawing across his left cheek and disappearing into his hairline. All in all, the kid looked like he had been through hell.

“Sorry. Yiga are common here, can’t be too careful,” signed Link.

“At least you didn’t shoot us,” said Twilight. “Anyway, we hear you know where to find the Shrine of Resurrection. Call us pilgrims of a sort, we’d like to see it.”

Link’s face darkened and his shoulders hunched under his cloak. His eyes skittered away and he bit his lip.

“Why?”

“We’re related to the Hero and we’d like to pay our respects,” said Time. Talking to link was not unlike trying to soothe a spooked horse. All he had to do was speak calmly and evenly and keep his movements slow and telegraphed. “If you know the way, would you be able to show us?”

It did not escape his attention that Link’s eyes shot back to him the moment he said they were related to the Hero. It wasn’t a lie, they were all distantly related across time and space and by the Hero’s Spirit. Link’s stare was piercing, as if trying to see into Time’s soul for the truth. Whatever he was looking for, he found it as he relented with a sigh and his shoulders relaxed a bit.

“I can show you in the morning. Go sleep, we leave at dawn,” he signed at them.

He then turned and vanished into the tent. By the time Time and Twilight followed him inside they could only see a bed with the curtains drawn to mark where he had gone. In the other beds the various heroes slept on, all soon to be awoken to the fact Time and Twilight had found either this Hyrule’s Link or a lead to him.

Next Chapter

#linked universe #linked universe fic #this is 3 years old now wow #posting here just because #lu #lu fic #breath of the wild #botw #wild linked universe #twilight linked universe #time linked universe #the others are all here too #loz #Legend of Zelda

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late-to-the-fandom · 7 months

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ROY G BIV Tag

Thank you @druidx for the tag, this was a new one for me! I was surprised how many I had, seeing how (intentionally) limited my universe’s colour palate is. I had over 200 uses of the word red or some synonym and exactly one of blue 😂 These are all from Wend in the Shadows.

Red

Denathrius was grinning. His entire face was contorted in an open delight the likes of which Renathal had rarely seen on the Sire’s flawless features. His red eyes wandered to the hovering servant then back to Renathal, grin widening. When he spoke again, his voice was soaked in satisfaction.

Orange - I had an Amber, gold, and bronze but no orange proper so I grabbed one of the others.

"The wardrobe," she said simply. "It's quite lovely, thank you." Her fingers traced the corset's bronze buckles and trailed into the swell of red satin skirts beneath. "Mind you, it did take two dredgers to help fasten me into it, but it’s surprisingly easy to move about in once it's on, and…" She glanced up at Renathal, violet pinpricks glowing on her cheekbones. "It's a perfect fit."

Yellow

Her bright yellow eyes flitted from the Prince to the mortal now loitering at his shoulder. Renathal could tell Nadjia was attempting to look frightened, but her features were too fixed in haughty confidence to pull off the expression well. Her words, however, sent an uncomfortable frisson of alarm down his spine. He was suddenly acutely aware of the growing numbness in his feet and fingers; the Endmire tightening its hold once again. Renathal made a subtle adjustment to his muck-covered coat. He needed to get out of here, now.

Green

The sound Renathal made had more in common with a groan than a laugh, but "Oh, a great many things," was his casual non-answer as he scanned the shelf of dark green tomes. "You might be surprised at how much exists to trouble the mind of those whose primary purpose is the execution of duty. How much must be considered, how much must be avoided. How much is," he extended his arm for a title on a shelf just over his head, "out of reach."

Blue

The theological paradox twisted his mind as the carriage rattled its way across Penance Bridge, his anxious eyes wandering over the approaching silhouettes of the Grand Palisade: tall, stately spires on black brick foundations that sank into a sheer, nearly vertical drop. Just below the bridge, the cliffside was wreathed in mist, the thin, stretched wisps painting the smooth grey stone in shades of unbroken blue.

Indigo - the colour I cannot distinguish from blue? Nope.

Violet

Elisewin trailed away, allowing a vague gesticulation to describe the anima harvesting process her nervous babble could not. Her hand accidentally brushed Renathal's leg, and she jerked it back as if burned. Even in the heavy gloom, Renathal could make out the dark violet splotches blossoming on her high cheekbones. He had an idea what they meant; imagined if he had the mortal blood required to blush his own face would look very much the same.

Tagging: @fluffleforce-mysdrym @maidenwychelm @sesshy380 @omnissian-scribe @vcaudley @residentdormouse @isabellebissonrouthier @rms-writes @frozen-fountain @sarahlizziewrites

Rules: Search your WIP for the colours of the rainbow and post the excerpt.

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Issue Twenty-One: The Shaab Stone

They can't even color Riven's uniform right on the cover, dear lord, call that foreshadowing

On that note I'm just gonna pretend that this Riven is show Riven for all of our sanities, because if I point out how Riven is usually much more chill and cool headed in the comics we're all gonna get annoyed

I have so many questions. Implying that Magix is like a university city, but the entire PLANET

I love how Griffin gives a negative amount of fucks

If you smoke in her office she'll blow up your cigarette or cigar XD

....I thought these were highschools??? He is like a balding adult and he can enroll????? What???

This confirms that in the comics witch philosophy is a very using fire to fight fire

You know after so many evil witches you'd think people would accept this is a terrible idea but nope

Comics Tecna is so lame, me and show Tecna are entranced by a model crane

OH MY GOD AN ACTUAL REASON WHY SO MANY RANDOM PLACES ON MAGIX ARE A NO MAGIC ZONE!!! AMAZING!!!

Tbh the comics never let a plot line hang

Spy Helia, doing spy Helia things

Hey isn't having a bunch of private military in a protected/enclosed area like super illegal???? Can't we tell the authorities that the Winx comics and show decided on a dice if they exist this ep

WAIT THEY ACTUALLY THOUGHT OF TELLING THE FUCKING AUTHORITIES AND DECIDED TO SEND TEENAGERS???? THIS IS ALL YOUR DUMBASSES FAULT

I swear nothing in the Winx show is more annoying than all the authorities shoving their responsibilities on teenagers, I know the Winx need to be doing things, but still

Stella. No magic.

What are you going to be able to do???

Comic artists said purple eyed Riven supremacy

Also "at the fortress of light"???? Like principal is a political role in the Winx world????

"and see how good he is" So this was a lie

That's actually a really smart idea from Helia

We love to see it

"Let's head back!" HELIA HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND??? AND LOSE SIGHT OF IT????? YOU WERE DOING SO WELL!!

You do not need to LEAVE to call backup!!!

God I hope this just a mistranslation, bc that is so fuckin dumb gjsbfjsjs don't let the evil people with the important rock leave where you can't find them

Riven, please stop being annoying and contraction

....Sky, what the fuck. How did you get to murder??

You people have sent on a mission to get the rock.... Like am I interpreting this wrong?? But aren't they technically a branch of the law???

Also bless you Helia for realizing that leaving is a incredibly stupid ass decision

He is planning on surrounding the private army with RF people, and he's also saying to wait for authorities in Magix

I need the writers to explain what the fuck they are trying to communicate

A business man taking over magix would have a much larger affect than how you act, so it really depends on who the has the most power but I understand where ur coming from girlie

"our powers" tho??

Helia once again is doing amazing sweetie, please don't let them out of your sight

Riven no

RIVEN NO!! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IF TIMMY IS GONNA HELP YOU!!!!

Ugh fucking dumbass, I definitely understand where he's coming from. It's right there, we should do something. But the squad is like right there too, at least try to get more than Timmy to come with

Tbh I would of liked it more if Riven got into an argument and him being loud got them found

It would of been really funny as well

See if Riven didn't ask Timmy to join him he would have just jumped out of the plane

No hesitation, no fear

And that would have been hilarious

Omg look at Helia's face 🥺 poor boy

This is part of Helia's and Saladin's 100 IQ plan together, did he know about it this far out???

I have so many questions about when they came up with that plan????

Is Tecna saying that about Riven or Timmy I cannot tell

If it's about Timmy, girl why

#Winx club #Rus liveblogs #Winx comics #Winx comic #long post

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An Illusion of Competence

Hehehe. SURPRISE! Happy early birthday, @kookaburra1701! Chaos weekend here, and I channeled that energy into a chaos thief Orc, Luzrah gro-Shar. She's amazing, and I love her. Thank you for the brainwyrm! She didn't even have a tag, you know lol that's how much of a shell she was. We love a good shell NPC! I can't wait to see what you do with her in your fic universe!!!!!!! 🤩

without further ado:

An Illusion of Competence

Shit. No. This couldn’t be right! How could they possibly have found her already? Who would even think to go looking for her in this hellhole slum of the city, anyway? Damn it, but if she didn’t get out of this, Vex was going to be so pissed off at her for royally screwing up this job over almost nothing—you know, just like the last one. She couldn’t help herself—the opportunity was right there, and who cared if pickpocketing wasn’t supposed to be the task at hand? The Guild needed the gold desperately, didn’t it? Ugh. Distractions aplenty, unfortunately.

Luzrah gro-Shar snuck around the corner of the Grey Quarter, pulling the hood of her cloak up to cover her very obvious flame-red hair, trying and failing to blend in with a passing crowd of Dunmer. No matter where she went, she didn’t quite fit in, so this was nothing new. She was taller and stronger than most Nords, for one, and green, for another—which caused all kinds of people to stare at her in open disgust. That, and she was a bard, more or less. Or—she could be, given practice. She carried a lute around and everything. It wasn’t what Orcs were known for, generally speaking—she’d only ever met one other who also happened to be a bard, and he was…yeah, he was not a good singer, to put it bluntly. She could at least carry a tune in a bucket, but the bucket was, technically, rusty and full of holes—you can take that as you will. It certainly said a lot more about her thin cover story the closer anyone looked, but now was not the time for worrying over that—it had served its purpose perfectly fine. That is, until now.

She sighed as the sound of the guards clattering along in their Stormcloak blues echoed off of the ancient stone walls. Windhelm, as unforgiving and cold as ever, was nothing but a patch of clear ice over here in the Grey Quarter. Figures. Luzrah wasn’t any stranger to the weather this far north, but she was not dressed for this kind of sport. She struggled to keep her balance as she slid down a slight incline in boots made more for trudging through mud in the Strongholds rather than through all this abysmal weather. Malacath’s toenails, but she wished these imbecile guards would give up already! Her legs ached as she turned a corner and then another, ending up in the market outside of the Alchemist’s shop, mind racing and looking for an escape route. Did they need a bard? It was possible. If she slowed down and acted natural, maybe it would—no. Nope, it wasn’t—she’d tried that in Candlehearth, where it made sense at least, and look where it got her. You’d think she’d learn to work around the misfortune by now, but of course not, otherwise she wouldn’t be in this mess. She could, at least, attempt to lose them. As far as she’d known, they hadn’t seen her face yet.-> Read the rest on AO3!

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angsty thoughts

knowing they only wanted to make a trilogy the ending could be whatever, but in the (unlikely) case of them wanting to pick it up again and make more movies, spinoffs, shows, whatever, they would most likely want to kill robotnik off now which is fair, and im thinking that if they kill stone off as well it would probably make me not be as angry because if one goes, the other has to as well. it just hurts more if only one goes you know? i was also super afraid they would kill stone off in the second movie, which Thankfully didnt happen, but this one? man im scared! that shit would hurt!! also, in the case of one dies, i would prefer if bot went first, i guess its cause its something i tried getting used to b4 (after jim saying hes quitting) and stone becoming the main villain with all the sorrow inside would work but the other way around? nonono i do not want to see bot alone. nope! nope

and if you looked at it like "he can rebuild him" while becoming a robot/cyborg/android whatever is cool, hell i even have a robot sona, i dont want that for stone. its too much for me, i get so terribly sad thinking about it (i believe the idea of bot loving and caring about only one human is more special than caring about a machine, even with stones mind etc, its just about the question of "where the human ends and machine begins" and how reprogrammable you might be, taking away the humanity) but thats just from a fanfic pov anyway since as i said this is where the trilogy ends.. bah

also i do think they should make more movies in this universe as theres soo much they can work with, adaptations of other media or new stuff entirely, but if they do that and its without rob and stone is there, i dont want it. i do wanna see stone but not like that i cant handle stuff like this.

about how two silly characters from a silly movie mean this much to me, i dont know

and once again im asking about adding stone to other media, its been enough time for eggman with dumbass robot lackeys, get him a human boyfriend Now (theres still hope as, didnt they mention sticks and tangle or someone in frontiers? even just a mention like that for game eggman would be everything to me) at least egg doesnt die in these lmao (and as long as he wouldnt get the same treatment as starline.....)

#again about the sonic leaks #i just hope im wrong #besides with how much they added and changed in the first two movies there could be Anything #dont listen to me dont read

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faofinn · 7 months

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No.5 "You better pray I don't get up this time around."

@whumptober-archive

Debris | Pinned Down | "It's broken."

When Harrison had met Tai, he’d certainly not expected to grow so fond of him so quickly. But it had just felt… right. They’d somehow got good chemistry, hitting it off immediately after a slightly rocky start. Even though Harrison was busy with university, he still found time to see the Irishman, and they’d fallen into bed on more than one occasion.

They’d decided to change things up a bit and go for a hike rather than their usual bars, and it was nice, the change of pace. It was a short enough drive out of the city, up into the hills, and they enjoyed the warm sun on their faces and good conversation as they walked.

They’d stopped to eat lunch, taking in the views over the city, and when Tai had leaned in for a kiss, Harrison hadn’t pushed him away. It was nice, the casual domesticity of it all. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to kiss him.

As they headed back down the hills, they had to pay attention a bit more as to where they were putting their feet, loose stones and dust easy to lose their footing on. Hars had already done it once, his knee giving out on him, but Tai had caught him with a breathless laugh. They were virtually back at the car when Tai stumbled, twisting his ankle as he went.

He definitely heard a crunch, and the pain was immediate, red hot agony. He just about managed to keep himself upright, but couldn’t take any weight through that foot, gripping onto Harrison like his life depended on it, knuckles white.

"Hey, hey, easy." Harrison was quick to take his weight, wrapping a strong arm around him. "I've got you."

“Fuck.” He whimpered.

"What's wrong?"

“My ankle.” Tai groaned. He tentatively stretched it out towards the ground and recoiled almost immediately. “Nope.”

"Careful!" He couldn't hide his worry. "Let's sit, let me have a look."

“I felt something go.”

"I heard it." Harrison admitted.

“You’re gonna have to drive.” He whined.

"That's the least of my worries."

“Hurts.” He panted, feeling woozy. “Where are we sitting?”

"Just down, you look like you're gonna pass out." He said softly.

Tai nodded, and sat with Harrison’s help on the dirt. “Fuck.”

"I've got you, you're gonna be okay." He soothed, rubbing Tai's back.

“How bad does it look? It felt bad.”

Harrison pulled a face. "I've seen worse. But it's broken, there's no doubt."

“I was hoping you weren’t gonna say that.”

"So was I."

“I’m not gonna be able to stand.”

"I can carry you?"

Tai scoffed. “Really?”

"Hey, don’t be so mean."

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself too.”

"I'll be fine."

“Mm.” He mumbled. “Hurts like fuck.”

"If we get back to my car, I've got stuff in the boot."

He nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

"Or I can go get it, but I'll have to leave you alone for ten minutes." He absently pressed a kiss to his hair. "Hey, if I do that, you'll be high as a kite for the rest of the hike. You might enjoy it."

“I just want to go home.”

"I know, love." He rubbed Tai's arm, the affection instinctive. "I know."

“Can we go back to the car?”

"Of course. Want me to carry you?"

He nodded sheepishly. “I’m not gonna be able to stand.”

"You know, there are easier ways to get close to me." He teased, standing up.

“You don’t like the damsel in distress routine?” Tai joked weakly.

He helped him to his feet, balancing himself s moment before looping an arm under his knees. He moved as gentle as he could, aware each movement would be agony for Tai. Concern covered his face as he frowned at him, eyes wide with worry.

"Is that okay?"

Tai had definitely paled, everything spinning a little, but he nodded. “Yeah.” He replied tensely.

"Just breathe, you're okay. I've got you." He murmured. "You're okay."

“Didn’t know you were this strong.”

"Am I more attractive now?" He teased.

“Maybe.”

"This all a ploy to get closer to me?"

“Would be funny if it was.”

He grinned down at Tai. "Y’know, there's easier ways."

“Probably less painful too.”

"Oh, most definitely."

“Was a nice hike, though.”

"I certainly enjoyed the view."

“Yeah?”

He hummed. "And the scenery was nice, too."

“Oh, shut up.”

"I'm serious."

“So am I.”

"I'll be quiet then."

Tai leaned into him with a soft hum. “You can keep talking.”

"Ah, no. You've made your bed, you can lie in it, suffer in silence and all that." He'd barely made it a few steps before his act broke and he laughed.

“See, you can’t resist me.”

He hummed. "Yeah, something like that."

He was quiet for a minute. “You think it’s definitely broken?”

"I'd put money on it." He said softly.

“Ugh.”

"Hey, you'll have to come stay with me." He murmured. "I can look after you then, make sure you have everything you need."

“Oh, so now you’re trying to get me to move in?”

There was a hint of blush on his cheeks. "Maybe."

“Not complaining.”

"You're not?"

“You just promised to wait on me hand and foot.”

"Like a king." He teased.

“Mm, perfect.”

"Only fair."

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kanerallels · 8 months

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#33, 47, 74, and 99 for the 501st follower celebration?

I shall FINALLY answer this one, in honor of the Ahsoka show coming out in LESS THAN TWO HOURS I'M TOTALLY NORMAL AND STABLE (lie)

33: Hera & Lucy are famous singers and Tim, Jackson, and Kanan are their bodyguards Au. The title says it all. Plus also Nolan is their agent. Have a little snippet below:

“I still can’t believe Nolan got us BODYGUARDS,” Lucy complained, pacing as best she could in the enclosed space of Hera’s trailer. The other woman gave her a patiently amused look.

“In his defense, Lucy, we’ve both received plenty of death threats.”

“Yeah, well, this is invasive,” Lucy grumbled, flopping down onto the couch. “That Bradford guy is already the grumpiest drill sergeant of a guy I’ve ever met.”

“I didn’t think he was that bad.”

Scoffing, Lucy said, “How would you know? You were too busy flirting with your bodyguard with the ponytail.”

“I was not!” Shooting her an offended look, Hera said, “All I’m saying is that we should make the best of the situation.”

“You do that.” Frowning thoughtfully, Lucy said, “I, on the other hand, am going to try and get rid of them. Especially Bradford.”

“This should end well,” Hera sighed.

47: Frank gets Snapped. Also pretty self explanatory!

“So let me get this straight,” Frank said slowly, trying to wrap his mind around what he was being told. He was used to a world where things were, if not straightforward, at the very least no magic was involved. “This alien guy—”

“Thanos,” Amy provided as she poured them both a cup of coffee.

“Right, him. He snapped his fingers and erased half of humanity?”

Nodding, Amy said, “Pretty much. Well, it helped that he had these magic gems called Infinity Stones that controlled key aspects of the universe—”

Holding up a hand, Frank said, “Too much.”

“Right. Sorry.” Sliding him his coffee cup, she said, “Anyways, long story short, now you guys are back… after five years.”

Frank cursed under his breath, running a hand over his forehead. “Five years. What— who else? Besides me?”

He knew the first name that leapt to mind, but reluctantly pushed it aside to ask, “Curtis?”

“He was fine,” Amy assured him. “He was the first— well, second person I called when everything went down.” They both knew who the first person was. “He and I teamed up to look for some of the others. That’s how I met your friend David Lieberman.”

Frank’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. He was really helpful in finding everyone. He, uh— his wife got snapped. But both of his kids were fine.”

Wincing at the memory of Sarah— the kind woman who’d offered him that fancy wine— Frank said, “Got it. What about, ah, Madani?”

“She made it,” Amy assured him. “Mahoney didn’t, though.”

Nodding slowly, Frank said, “Right. And you found some of the others?”

“Yeah, David’s hacking skills made him pretty helpful. Other people hired him for it, too.” Amy half-grinned. “We thought we found you alive, one time. This guy hunting down crime lords. But Curtis figured you weren’t the sword type, and this guy, apparently, “didn’t move like you”, whatever that means.”

“Sword, huh?” Frank took a sip of his coffee. “Seems inefficient.”

“See, you say that, but he managed to kill a whole crap ton of guys. Major assassin skills going on there.”

“Huh. Not bad.” Frank took another long sip, playing for time before he asked the question. He was already scared of the answer. “What about, uh—”

“Karen made it,” Amy told him before he could force the words out. “She didn’t think you were sword guy either– although we were all a little disappointed. Her lawyer buddies didn’t make it, though.”

Frank grimaced at the thought— Karen alone, without Red or the shorter guy who’d been scared at the sight of him, but still stubborn and smart. She’d been alone for five whole years. She hadn’t known where he was for five whole years.

Time to fix that. Downing the rest of his coffee, he rose to his feet. “I gotta go.”

Smirking, Amy said, “I figured. Let me get my stuff— New York is a long drive.”

74: The Wraiths being trained by Vostress. I've posted this one before, but I have another snippet for you, as a treat!!

99: B99 Au. Believe it or not I actually have multiple Brooklyn 99 inspired aus. This one is set in the Star Wars universe and is MUCH chaos, very fun.

“So let me get this straight,” Fox said, staring at Kanan. “Not only did you lose the criminal Dark O’Reilly again—”

“Less lose and more he slipped out of our clutches,” Kanan offered.

“—but you spent part of the time that you should have used trying to thwart him to sing karaoke with him?”

Shrugging, Kanan said, “What can I say? He does an excellent “Don’t Stop Believin’.”

Fox let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead with a grimace. “How is someone as intelligent as Syndulla in love with you?”

Grinning, Kanan said, “I ask myself that question every day, Captain. Honestly, I’m so lucky to have her. She’s incredibly beautiful and smart and—”

“Get out of this office.”

“Absolutely.”

#thanks for the ask!#i'm actually very proud of the punisher one #star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #commander fox #the punisher #frank castle #amy bendix #chenford #lucy chen #kanera #hera syndulla #501st follower celebration #kastle #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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Most long term fans of Z are appreciative of the opportunity that being in the Spidey movies opened for her but many have the criticisms of the lack of character development over the course of 3 movies. You even posted about your issues with the way Marvel developed the character. They understand that she was playing a love interest, but you can have a 3-dimensional love interest instead of a 2-dimensional one, and Marvel had a lot of chances to make MJ feel like a real person with an actual family and goals outside of loving Peter and just spending a few more seconds would have made the love story more believable rather than suddenly have Peter with a crush on MJ even though he had ignored her existence for years. We just need to compare all the background that was given to Kirsten Dunst's MJ or Emma Stone's Gwen to see how shallow the MCU was with Zs MJ

Also we even have Tom saying that he may not go back to Spidey because he feels protective of the character and will just return if there's a story worth telling. Can we afford the same grace to Z regarding MJ?

Well, you're certainly not wrong about that. I def have my complaints about Marvel's Spiderman film (and just some of the Marvel films in general) when it comes to character development, Zendaya's MJ character to be specific, and I've voiced my concerns and opinions about this on my blog for years.

So yea, it's def no secret that I think they could improve in certain areas.

But with that said, let's be honest, this is just a Marvel movie. It's a superhero blockbuster popcorn flick. 🍿 This isn't War and Peace lol. 😅 Tbh, I've long-since given up trying to expect much character development in a Marvel film (especially for Spiderman, which is geared towards kids it seems). 🤷🏾‍♀️

It's not like those films take forever to make, and if Z enjoys it, and she keeps getting those Disney/Marvel coins, then I'm not mad at that at all. 😊

I just find it strange and a bit sus when some (I said some) Z stans hate Spiderman with a passion. It just seems strange. The films are enjoyed by most ppl, they make a ton of money, there's no DRAMA with the cast or franchise, and it doesn't take nearly a year to film like with Euphoria. 🤷🏾‍♀️

They understand that she was playing a love interest, but you can have a 3-dimensional love interest instead of a 2-dimensional one, and Marvel had a lot of chances to make MJ feel like a real person with an actual family and goals outside of loving Peter and just spending a few more seconds would have made the love story more believable rather than suddenly have Peter with a crush on MJ even though he had ignored her existence for years.

No I totally agree with you here Anon. Marvel/Disney could def do better imo. I mean, some things would only even take a few minutes to show or even mention.... like, seeing where MJ lives lol.... or her home life. We really could have seen more insight into WHY her character was so cynical in HOCO. But nope! 😒

We just need to compare all the background that was given to Kirsten Dunst's MJ or Emma Stone's Gwen to see how shallow the MCU was with Zs MJ

I totally agree with you here, but I think we need to keep in mind too that Tobey and Andrew's spidey films were SONY solo films. They weren't attached to Marvel in any way. In fact, I don't even think Marvel studios existed back then lol 😆

Their films weren't tied to some "cinematic universe" or "multiverse" with 50-11 things going on that character development takes a back seat. 👀

I've been saying for years that when Tom's Spiderman was being threatened to be taken OUT of the MCU, I was actually not too upset about that, because I felt at the time that this would have allowed for better character development with MJ, and even with Tom's Peter Parker. To me, going back to Sony solo meant separating away from the MCU "universe". When you're not having to insert Ironman, Nick Fury, Dr. Strange, or other former spidey villains and Peter Parker's into the films, you have a LOT more time for character development imo. 🤷🏾‍♀️

But I digress.

Well I assume that if Tom isn't going to go back to Spiderman then Z wouldn't go back either? Rofl 😅😂

I def don't see her continuing on if Tom drops out. So if Tom takes on the role again, I just automatically ASSUME that the new script and agreement btwn Sony and Marvel must be good! 👍🏾 😁

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My Mirror Scott, circa 2260. So, about age 38 and long enough after Pike’s downfall to have recovered some, physically speaking. Detail (and chatter) under the cut.

So, if you said, “Holy smokes, Steff, he looks like a stone cold murderer--” you would be 100% correct. If you said, “Wow, he looks like he’s been shattered at least a few times in his life--” you would also be correct.

If you said, “But Steff, why did you change the uniform design?” I would answer, “Because my costume budget is larger than TOS’s was.” And if you said, “So, that hair--” I would have to say, “Because I fucking wanted to.”

If you asked, “But is there hope for him? He’s too handsome to be a tragedy!” I would have to sadly reply, “Nope, his last chance was about seven years before this portrait. And what’s more heartbreaking is that he knows it, but didn’t quite know it at the time, until it really was too late.”

And finally, if you, by chance, said, “That uniform design rocks my socks off, would you draw [insert character name, oc or canon] for me in it?” I would say, “I’m possibly negotiable for trade or commission.”

If you want to use it yourself though, go for it, just credit me.

Anyway, I dunno how many hours I spent on this. A lot. I do venture it’s tempting to play in some other Mirror timeline someday just because there’s so much one can do there; back when I wrote this one, there wasn’t a whole lot out there that treated the Mirror universe as a study of nature v. nurture rather than mustache (or goatee) twirling fun, so it’s actually nice to see canon kinda backing me up there.

This one breaks my heart, even all these years later.

#scott #mirror universe

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People lack critical thinking and just basic media literacy. They can't read the signs if they aren't explicitly said. I thought it was fairly obvious loki was brainwashed in The Avengers?? Just like when they pick teams in CW based on the last fight rather than what actual teams were about. Or when they simply ignore that the only two people who read the damn document were Steve and Sam. Or when they say "Tony thought he was selling weapons to the military" as if that makes it better??? Like we are aware what American military does? Or saying Steve and Bucky being in military during WW2 (aka one of the greatest human caused tragedy in history) is worse than him selling weapons to the military who doesn't use it for anything except killing innocent people in middle east

Holy shit that last line about Steve and Bucky is...... wow. I can't believe some people truly believe fighting against a dictator is the same as profiting from selling weapons. Also, Bucky was drafted but anyway.

I can understand we're all slaves to the framing in some capacity, sometimes it's not easy to realize what you have seen on screen until you really stop to analyze it, and the hero/villain coding is powerful as all hell. It's why those people see the sceptre messing with the Avengers in the helicarrier and they easily accept the Stone is interfering with their minds, but then when they're told Loki was a victim of it as well they reject it immediately and claim we're coddling him.

Or in CW they'd rather make it personal than discuss it ideologically, which I gotta say it's the movie's fault: they didn't want to tackle that because they knew the'd have to discuss civil rights and corruption in the government and it all would have ended up being pretty anti status quo (it's why we have Hydra in TWS or Killmonger suddenly killing his gf for no reason or the Flagsmashers becoming terrorists out of the blue, gotta remind the audience that the anti system folks are evil!).

It's the studio's job to handle all that but they don't. Frankly I'd love to have a chat with Feige so that I could ask him what makes a hero because I get the impression they don't know anymore. Besides having certain characters making fun of heroes, the underlying message in recent years is that if you're lucky enough to be framed as a good guy you'll get to do whatever you want: you want to torture a bad guy? Go ahead! The framing is on your side and people will defend you to death as long as you pick the right target to bully.

Marvel's morality is all over the place so I can't really blame the audience for falling for it. Stark has gotten narrative protection from the beginning to the point of him in CW blaming the entire team for Ultron and no one saying anything about it, or him building Edith (an acronym where he calls himself a 'hero') to control the entire population. That's what a hero would do? I doubt it. And there's this

Did anyone say anything? Nope. This was supposed to serve as a summary for CW, a truth that "since we protected our freedoms now half of the universe is dead" which is a strawman and it can be easily debunked but the writers chose not to have any character stand up to it, that's a conscious decision.

So yeah, most of the time I believe some fans just go with whatever the framing tells them mainly because when you start analyzing the way the characters are handled it doesn't make any sense.

#mcu salt #mcu critical #anti tony stark

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