#i had to work in reverse obvs so like

[sonicblooms]

so i made fish boy’s parents bc i’ve been wanting to make a granite falls family for a while, and he reminded me of that idea! eugene (left) is a park ranger, and nora (right) is a botanist and a potter

fish boy (a name hasn’t stuck yet so this is my affectionate name for him rn) is the gunther munch of granite falls bc he refuses to leave home. he lasted a month in university, on a scholarship and everything, before dropping out bc the water in britechester was “weird” and he missed “his” bugs. 

#ts4 cas #simblr #they'll be in the legacy at some point! #i had to work in reverse obvs so like #giving eugene fish boy's nose #and kinda giving nora fish boy's eyes and lips #i think? i kinda succeeded? #ah i wrote something else after the legacy tag #diamonroe's future kids will go to summer camp in granite falls hehe

[masturbucky]

Carl Grimes and 🌠baby trapping🌠

(aged up obv)dark!Carl Grimes x afab!reader

(no I'm not gonna apologize)

(also english is NOT my first language so be nice pls)

If he is the one to do it...

dark!Carl will get to this idea, eventually.

Yes, he has a huge trauma about pregnancy and birth giving. cut him some slack, this boy had to see his mom die at birth giving and kill her himself then. it DID affected him, obviously.

but his... protective tendencies go way deeper and beyond his fear of this exact outcome, in our situation. his need to keep you close, keep you safe, keep you away from all the possible harm and where it's at least remotely close to something normal... it's way stronger, at this point.

with how often you tend to sneak out and argue with him for your so-called freedom, which is simply careless stupidity you go on - he knows, he's been there and did that too - with all you do, he's more and more convinced in the fact that he has to somehow tie you to staying safe.

he can't keep you caged. he just can't. he wants you to be happy, he wants you to actually listen to him...

and giving you something else to worry about, like a child, totally works in his mind.

you're still young, and he knows of all the dangers. all the possible issues that can come. he even thought of what will happen if it goes like with his mother... and he came to realization that if he puts a bullet through your head, he'll have to shoot himself next.

but with how you get more and more eager to work, to go on runs, to engage in everything he wants to SHIELD you from - and the fights, how intense they get between you two - he thinks, does he even have a choice at this point?

he stops looking for any protection on supply runs from now on. whatever you still have - he messes with. your pills? he finds similar, but from headache, and switches them. condoms? damn, it broke. what a surprise. how inconvenient, huh?

then there's simply no condoms, and no pills. he convinces you that he will just pull out, if you're not pregnant yet.

it's really frustrating for him, how much he has to actually lie to you now.

but can't you see his point? he has to keep you safe.

he has to keep his family safe.

you'd really save him so much trouble if you just stay in the safety of Alexandria, like he always wanted you to, now that you have to worry about one more little Grimes in your belly.

don't worry. you'll realize that he was right. you just need to relax, and never bother yourself with thinking of it... just think about the baby.

...he actually likes it that way, way more than he thought he would.

...should I write a reversed one? 🤔

#x reader #dark fic #carl grimes smut #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #dark!carl grimes #yandere!carl grimes #tw toxic relationship #tw babytrapping #twd x reader

[wonysugar]

hate rodrigo (literally) | aeri uchinaga

a/n: this is not even a fic this is a tiny little one shot that i wrote yesterday night AT LIKE TWO AM due to thoughts we had in a discord server ahem anyways I FELL ASLEEP THO. soo have this now!!

genre : really bad crack smut like i genuinely have no idea how to describe this

word count : like 600 something?

tags : one shot, smut (obvs), crack, ptv mention, falling in reverse mention, olivia Rodrigo mention, mcr mention, taylor swift mention (sorry @pupyuj)

pairing : angsty!giselle x whitegirlmusic!femreader (I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO LABEL THISSFJEKF)

your music taste wasn’t something you particularly shared with people, but you didn’t hide it, either. to you, it was music, nothing more, nothing less.

however, one of your friends, aeri, took music very, very seriously, and it really showed. she had a certain aesthetic, she wore certain things and god, did she listen to certain music.

“no like i genuinely can’t grasp the fact that you unironically listen to olivia rodrigo?” she laughed, leaning back on her bed as you stared at her in disbelief.

“god aeri, some of her songs are good, you just haven’t tried them.” you snapped back, wearing a convinced smile as you proceed to jokingly hit her arm.

“okay, sure, whatever. but just imagine getting to know someone, going on dates with them, all the sha-bang. then, when it’s time to get down and freaky, they turn on their sex playlist and motherfucking driver’s license starts playing??”

she was basically cackling at that point and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. defending your cause seemed like it would’ve been difficult, with how far up her own ass she was.

“yeah, because that isn’t a sex song? olivia rodrigo doesn’t make fucking sex music?? try putting a falling in reverse song while you get naked, see how that works out for you.” you fight back.

“oh i don’t know about you, but i’d be soaked for sure. plus, anything would be better than hearing young adult women sing about their previous relationship like it was a war they fought in.” she kid, crossing her arms in victory, as if she even won the argument in the first place.

“i’m gonna make you swallow those words right back up, uchinaga.”

“try me, l/n.”

-

“f-fuck y/n, go- mmh- slower..”

so, it wasn’t supposed to happen this way!

it originally was just the both of you, taking turns and putting different songs on the bluetooth speaker and rating them based on ‘how wet it got you’.

turns out, while that was a theory stage, there seemed to be a practice one too, and you’ve been in it for the past 10 minutes now.

thrusting your fake cock in and out of her, paying no mind to the very loud, very obnoxious pierce the veil song that was playing in the background, you pinned her hands above her head. your pace increased with time, and the decibels of her voice increased with the pace.

“oh my god y/n pleasepleasepleasepleasee i’m s-so sorry i- fuck me- i didn’t mean-“ she cried, poor thing probably didn’t even realize that her black eyeliner was running all over her cheeks. her arms and legs wrapped around you,

“shut your fucking mouth and take it, you emo fucking cumslut.” you slammed your strap into her as she yelled out your name. while she was pleading and begging for something, you were on top of her perfect laying-in-mcr-bedsheets body.

she, herself, wasn’t aware of what she was begging for, her mind was completely blank. all she could think about was how good her pussy felt when you pounded it so violently, when you were being so aggressive with her that you just used her body however you wanted.

you thought that whole thing would be a one-time occurrence, but no, it happened a second time, when she said that taylor swift had mid music. was she doing it on purpose or something?

anyways,

yes, you fucked her with the 1989 album playing.

#smut #kpop gg #female reader #aespa smut #aespa #smut aespa #aespa giselle smut #aespa giselle #aespa giselle x reader #aeri uchinaga x female reader #aeri uchinaga #aeri my love #giselle smut #giselle #giselle x reader

[seriousbrat]

imo it's not so hard to accept that SWM takes place after the prank. I mean it is canon so too bad but it makes complete sense to me. there's no evidence the prank was some big life-altering character development moment for any of the characters involved and that they all learnt their various lessons. in fact we see that they don't. in SWM the marauders are clearly still tormenting Sev. In Sev's conversation with Lily post-prank he's still just as obsessed with the marauders and exposing their secrets as ever, if not more. he doesn't consider what lily's saying at all because he's too focused on his hatred towards them.

my hc is that sirius (rather masterfully) used reverse psychology on sev to get him to go down the willow. Sev isn't stupid, he wouldn't have let himself willingly be led into a trap by his worst enemies. I think Sirius probably "let it slip" and then "backtracked" and acted like Snape wouldn't be brave enough to go down there anyway and that he should just forget it. I doubt Sirius directly told him to go down the willow, I think cleverly he told him not to, knowing that Sev would do so anyway (not that this makes a difference ethically bc his intent is still clear, but anyway. this isn't about who is morally better because idgaf honestly lol, I'm just trying to work through their mindsets)

the marauders received no real consequences for the prank, so why would they learn their lesson? Objectively you can't really punish someone for telling someone not to do something if they do it anyway. Not particularly fair, but still. Which brings me to Sev's responsibility in the matter (which yes, does exist imo) we're shown that he was obsessed with finding out what the marauders were up to and particularly obsessed with Remus's secret. Yes, this is understandable given how they treated him, but absolutely not healthy and he still chose to go down there, whether out of pride, greed, curiousity, vindictiveness. He obv was manipulated but there's a reason he was so easily manipulated. As I said previously, his obsession with revenge is what causes him to be blind to lily's feelings.

James rescuing him wasn't some moment of epiphany about how bullying is bad actually. It was just a fundamental part of James's character already. He would never have let him die regardless of how he felt about him.

All of this makes SWM the PEAK moment of hatred between Sev and the Marauders, which explains a lot of their responses. Sirius and James hate Sev more than ever for trying to expose Remus. Sev, justifiably, hates them more than ever for trying to kill him (and he ropes James into this, which is incorrect but understandable in his position)

James "deflating his head" probably wasn't just based on one event in particular. He just grew up and learned what was more important- being a good person, fighting against voldemort. But Sev also had growing up to do of his own during this time. As I talked about in in this post yesterday I think post-swm Sev was beginning to realise that his lack of control over his emotional responses (calling lily a mudblood out of humiliation, for example) was dangerous both to lily and to himself.

Yeah they still hated each other and attacked each other in seventh year. There's too much bad blood there to do anything else. I've talked about the dynamic between Sev and James here and how that might have developed as they grew older. I honestly find it extremely interesting, I could go on about these two for hours rip. My point is that the development of these characters into adults wasn't instant or linear, it was messy and rough. people don't usually change overnight, it happens slowly over time because they have to.

#anyway another day of me writing walls of text about severus snape #i just saw a discussion about it and people were saying it made no sense for the prank to come before swm #but it does tho #also pls i'm not interested in who is a more terrible person. i love all my children equally #(earlier that day: i don't care for remus) #im jk. kind of #severus #meta #long post #sorry! lmao this is just very present in my fic rn so i have a lot of thoughts

[pianocat939]

Hi I just read your trust is broken" trope with the Yandere turtles it was so good ! I was wondering would it be ok to do a reverse card on the turtles instead . Imagine the reader works for big mama this whole time , only something happens (maybe big mama spilled the beans or Donnie connected the dots ) while she/the reader didn’t know the boys were yanderes this whole time please HCs please for Yandere Leo , yandere Donnie and yandere Raph please thank u 🌺

Betrayal? Now that is quite something to see. I changed the request a tiny bit, just some of the background things.

Poor Mikey Wazowski…But I suppose I created a sociopath.

Another name on the list - 🌺 Anon

Tw: betrayal obv, murder, Leo is possessive this time, feral turtles, Raph is poor bby, they’re all kinda delusional, mention of arson, slight depression

MC Betrays Yandere Turtles (No Mikey ;-;)

Background Scenario:

As a close worker of Big Mama, you had quite the reputation in the Yokai World, but no one ever dared to whisper your name, for they feared you would come for their souls.

To be fair you were known to cut out any rivals or enemies of Big Mama. Some called you assassin, while others named you spy.

Either way, you were sent to investigate the turtles and bring them to the Battle Nexus; which meant you had to earn their trust.

After reviewing a few files over them, you head to Baron Draxum's place (when he's living in the human world) in hopes of knowing their location.

You two argue until behold your luck one of them arrives: it was Mikey Mouse. He carried a box of pizza in his hands, eyes sparkling a little when he notices you.

He interjects the bickering and shoves the food into Draxum's hands, turning around to face you.

He asks for your name, introduces himself, and soon enough he drags you to the lair. He was chipper, talking about his brothers nonstop.

Looks like your job is going to be easier.

After a few months of meeting and becoming friends with the family, you strike, holding them hostage in the underground dungeons of the Battle Nexus Arena.

Only to realize what hell you brought among Big Mama’s facility.

Raph

The definition of a kicked puppy.

He stares at you with the saddest eyes enough to make Baron Draxum cry.

He’s so confused and scared that he lashes out at the guards around the bars.

If left alone (+ with his bros) for too long, he’ll manage to break himself out. His emotions are wild, and he can’t think rationally at all; barbaric even.

He’ll run off trying to find you, not focusing on anything except clues that could lead him to you.

The worst part is if anyone tries to stop him he’ll punch/shove them so much that they have to let him go of how beaten they are.

Once he sees you he’s immediately going to pounce, clinging onto your legs like a needy child. He whimpers about how he missed you so much and questions why you left him.

You can’t pry him off you no matter what, and his Alligator snapping turtle features don’t make it easier either (he a big boy).

His clinginess is tenfold now that you've broken his trust. You can't tell him to let go, what if you leave him alone again?!

"I was so scared all alone, I wanted to cry."

Leo

(He's just as bad as Mikey with this)

Two words: he breaks.

He screams and starts yelling out profanity, his arms reaching out for you in his cage. The guards try to stop him but he ends up hurting them, even without his sword.

He'll get out using his clever tricks, retrieving his weapon in the process.

Once he reclaims his weapon he'll kill everything in his path, including other Battle Nexus contestants.

He tries to prove his usefulness as a way to draw your attention. Which it does, considering all the corpses that decorate the ground.

He'll walk up to you with his arms wide open, and he'll embrace you, laughing as he does so.

He blabbers on and on about why he should be the only one you kidnap; it's his duty, or it's because he's useful.

From that day on you're stuck with the undefeatable Battle Nexus champion whose hands are stained with blood, yet at night he holds you tight with a grin that brings fear to your heart.

He basically gets possessive over his role and doesn't want anyone but him to be the one you kidnap to be in the Battle Nexus arena.

"You haven't captured anyone else, right? Only I can be your champion~"

Donnie Duck

Heartbroken but also assumes the wrong thing.

He's in pain that you betrayed him but believes Big Mama forced you to do this, not because of your willingness to work for her.

He doesn't get out of his cage, instead acts super disinterested. It’s his tactic to draw attention and also because he’s a little depressed.

If you come down due to the reports of him pulling the “Lou Jitsu” move he’s shoving his face against the bars; asking if you’re ok.

He's worried sick that something's happened to you. Especially since it's Big Mama. He's reaching for your ankles, searching for injuries (trying to grab the grippers).

I know all of them are completely unhinged after this betrayal but D'Nello has no thoughts going through his head except for injuries and that Big Mama is a bitch.

If you ever find yourself distracted for even a second (ADHD ppl we're in trouble-) he's pulling you forward commanding you to stay. He's not letting you go until the two of you can escape from this hell Big Mama has put you in.

If Big Mama comes in he's basically a feral dog trying to kill her. He's pulling out everything he has in his battle shell.

He basically kidnaps you home at that point.

"I dare you to duel with me, Big Mama. I DARE YOU."

Michelle

Commits arson-

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Sorry I haven't written anything for the last couple of days. I've had a few music performances so I've been tired/have no time.

And now I lay in bed in pain from carrying 5 drums for half an hour ;-;.

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt2018 #tmnt #yandere tmnt #raph #leo #donnie

[butter4flowers]

F&C is a love letter to Fanfiction

Spoilers obv below the line

Specifically AU fanfics cause multiverse is like the hit thing rn but honestly? The whole thing reads as Simon, Fionna and Cake travelling between different fanfics! We got genderbent, Coffee shop, apocalypse, future, reverse and more!

I mean the show LITERALLY references it in the last episodes by calling it a fanfic! And the whole concept of canonisation is like the author recognising your work!

What I like most tho was Prismo’s small explanation on why he made Fionna and Cake. Describing that he just really liked watching fin and Jake (like us!!) and wanted to me his own thing. Of course being new he just copy’s what Fin and Jake is. Many people use fanfics as a means to begin their creative journey and tbh it’s quite a good means to start! You get a pre-established world and characters and lore so the hard part is done! You can write what you want freely!

<Tbh idk why fanfic gets a bad rep compared to other forms of fan creation, like (smut) artwork of characters exist, (admitted quite cringy) fan songs/lyric videos exist that all have faults, official books that are literally just a porn prompt is on real shelves! yet fanfic is labelled the weird, sometimes perverted, one? (Not denying their existence, but I’ve come across some ‘questionable’ artworks of shows freely o-0 and no one cares) >

Back to it; the show practically inbraced the idea of fanfics and acknowledged their place in fiction. Work influences Fandom and in turn they influenced work back. I wouldn’t be surprised if some writers on shows now had written fanfics before. The villain I like too, he’s essentially a know-it-all obsessing with canon and lore and everything fitting. He wants to erase the fan works and only acknowledge the official stuff. Think people who get mad you drew a character slightly off or wrote them OOC (I wouldn’t be surprised if the ‘boss’ is actually a meta nod to the writers of the show). I just- really love how this show promotes fanfiction and making it!!! <3 more people should be creative and if fanfiction is their portal to that then there should be no shame in it :)

I can’t think of the amount of work that started as a fanfic (50 shades of grey is obvious) but how many works got created cause of one really popular one? Thousands.

(Tl:fr) I’m ranting so basically Prismo is us, creating fan works (fan fiction specifically). The villain is an over crazed fan who hates all fanworks, trying to erase them all but grows to be able to make his own. Fionna and Cake traverse through different fanfics (AUs) showing how cool they can be :)

#fionna and cake #adventure time fionna #adventure time #fin and jake #adventure time simon #marceline #fanfics #fanfiction #au #alternative universe

[ataraxixx]

How did roleswap citrus meet each other? 0: also how are some of their conflicts reversed? if this is stuff you can share lol :)

HI ok so im still working out a lot of this au in my brain bc i am kind of bad at aus so sorry if some of this seems kind of bad or makes no sense….. This is also gonna be a long one and answer a lot more than just ur question so sorry. But i need to infodump it somewhere </3 ill put it under a break bc this is a LONG One sorry

So for morro ive talked abt how i think hes a robot who was built to fulfill the green ninja prophecy and his is his sole purpose/directive. To defeat the dark lord. Kind of how zane/echo are ‘built to protect’ and live by that (or try to lol). So morro is created a long time before the ninja come together and he seeks out wu in order to figure out how to get to Garmadon. Because his purpose is to defeat garmadon. And wu is like.(who the fuck is this guy) and basically takes him in under the impression that. Maybe he could actually be the green ninja? And even though wu realizes its  definitely not morro he does keep trying to train him bc he doesnt want morro to go off on his own to try and find garmadon. But eventually he has to come clean and morro is annoyed bc he thinks wu has put everyone in danger by stalling the prophecy (he obviously doesnt believe it when wu tells him hes not the green ninja because he *is*!) and he tries to leave as wu predicted, but wu doesnt let him and instead shuts him off for his own protection. Morro gets to live in the monastery basement for awhile and wu always thinks abt powering him back on but doesnt bc hes like. This guy is going to try and do stupid shit (hes right). So he just stays in the basement until obv the ninja arrive and the shows events happen as normal but the monastery gets burned down and in the rush to get out and the move to the bounty, wu forgets abt morro being there… and when he does remember hes there, he ultimately decides its probably for the best if he isnt powered on again bc there IS a green ninja now and he doesnt know what morro would do if he met lloyd. And doesnt want lloyd to get hurt. So cue skybound when nya and jay are on the run from nadakhan, instead of going to the lighthouse they instead go to the ruins of the monastery because jay remembers wu had this cryptic ass basement he would never let the ninja go into, and jay thinks maybe theres some kind of crazy secret weapon in there or something that can stop nadakhan. Instead they find morro, and they power him on. And hes like. Oh! Youre the other ninja from the prophecy. and agrees to help them although hes a little confused on whats going on bc hes like shouldnt we be fighting garmadon… but he joins the substitute ninja in the fight against nadakhan. 

Echo was Dr. Julien’s original son who was alive and like. A #real boy. I think maybe dr. julien wife(??) died in childbirth and echo was born very sickly so dr. julien sought out a magical way to heal him. I think this is probably how he got involved with the skeletons in the first place bc them seeking him out always felt random to me i feel like they should have some history mb. So maybe like samukai or another skeleton was like oh i totally know a spell that will make your son healthy and normal. And dr julien was like . Hm. but kind of desperate so he went with it and of course it  did make his son healthy and normal. Except the price of the spell is that it curses the soul of the person its used on. So echo lived normally with his father for many years until he was outside late collecting firewood one evening and was attacked by treehorns (this was before dr. julien built the guard robot) and A) discovered he had the ability to control the wind which was cool. Except he didnt know how to use it and just kind of fucked up badly and got lost in the woods while trying to run from the treehorns. And B) was still injured in the fight and now Also Lost and basically died trying to get home from both injuries + hypothermia. Rip bozo!. And of course dr. julien was devastated and like pinocchio-core i guess decided to build a new son and that is the  Current Zane. he is a copy but he was never told about that of course bc dr julien didnt want to think abt the son he lost. But yea echos soul was cursed and he went to the cursed realm which  um. Hardened him so to speak. He learned he was cursed because of his father and it pissed him off a little bit but only mildly. But i think the cursed realm is like hell or whatevr so the ghosts go through bullshit all the time bc like. Theyre the souls of the damned or whatever right. So by time echo manages to get out hes become apart of the pre eminents ranks and her plans and what not and hes like sure  whatever. I want revenge on my dad for cursing me (<-- guy who has gone through the ringer) but he gets out at the end of s4 and discovers. Oh. my dad didnt just curse me. When i died he replaced me with a stupid machine! Ok! And he possesses zane and also does pre eminent plan and etc….average s5 stuff i think. Idk im not the best at rewriting seasons if anyone has any ideas for this let me know.

I think at the end of s5 echo doesnt get his shit rocked because i like him. And i think it would be nice if he could get along with zane a little. So maybe he stays as a ghost and maybe nya or borg or whoever builds him a robot body he can possess and use instead of being a ghost all the time:) and he doesnt necessarily join the team bc hes not . a ninja nor does he want to be but hes still the master of wind so hes a useful ally to the ninja and helps them out with bigger threats. LIKE. the sons of garmadon. Transition…. (PS. i also think that echo and morro would meet in skybound bc echo would also be on the substitute ninja team but this would be undone by jay. Of course)

So. the SoG go to the ruined monastery at some point or other to try and find some dirt on the ninja and also just to find old wu scrolls or whatever they can scrounge up. And What they DO scrounge up is this fuckass robot whos been here for however long bc. Obviously skybound didnt happen! And jay and nya never went back for morro bc they were like. Umm he was weird and also would probably try to kill lloyd if he met him maybe. And also like lets be real they just wanted to ignore this shit ever happened why else would they leave echo in canon lol. So the SoG find Morro and power him on and hes like ummm. Hey. its me. The green ninja. Who are you. And harumis like…??? Are you sane or what. But she sees an opportunity here. Bc this robot solely wants to fight garmadon. And shes like. Ok. well we’re gonna get garmadon here. If you help us you can fight him. This is your destiny. And hes like damn ok sure sounds good to me! (nobody is gonna tell him that the destiny already happened and theres Another Guy who is the green ninja btw). So morro joins the SoG idk what his name should be. Mr. M is fucking stupid sorry. If anyone has any ideas for morro biker name lmk. But hes there or whatever and then when lloyd goes undercover in the SoG and snake jaguar fight a la mutt malamute style. Morro and lloyd fight and morro reveals his identity to lloyd as the green ninja (he thinks hes very cool) and lloyd is like. What. lmfao. And is like. Youre  not the green ninja …? I am…? And they get into a fight abt it and morro beats up lloyd bc hes annoyed at all the lies this guy is saying to him about how his destinys already been fulfilled and wu lied and etc etc. lloyd loses the fight rip bozo. 

I am a wojira duo fan and i think that persists here except  its echo and nya instead so im gonna talk abt that. I think theyre friends. So i think nya would confide in echo about the events of skybound and so i think echo remembers what happened (in my mind skybound is like. Everyone can remember it but they have to be reminded what happened for it to be recalled? Bc splinter implies lloyd and clancee have vague impressions of it in their minds. Idk its interesting). So he remembers morro and when lloyd is like yea some fuckass robot is saying hes the green ninja  jay nya and echo all collectively just kind of look at each other about it. Like thats OUR fuckass robot saying hes the green ninja. And because i am not limited by pacing i can do whatever i want and have jaya tell the team abt skybound finally (things that shouldve happened in s8 originally lol) and theyre all like. Oh. what girl. And jay insists that if they can get to morro and tell him what happened in the lost timeline he will remember it and join them bc hes a good person at heart. (probably). So the next time they encounter him would actually be when pixal finds the SoG in ‘the quiet one’ so i think. Echo and her went together to go stall them since echo can also just fly over w the mech using powers lol. So they find killow morro uv and  echo and morro fight 1v1 . yuri btw. And echo reminds him of what happened and morros like. Hm. I do remember this. But i need to help the SoG so i can defeat garmadon and prove im the green ninja. So fuck off? But i think obv when the  SoG DO revive garmadon morro immediately tries to fight him and gets his ass kicked……I dont think he gets destroyed but i do think he gets fucked up enough (the ninja probably fix him) that he realizes lloyd wasnt lying and that he isnt supposed to be the one to fight garmadon. Like theyve all been saying. Which kind of fucks him up a bit bc like. Thats literally his sole purpose and wtf is he existing for if he cant even do that. Youve given the perfectly good robot anxiety oh no. but also i could probably talk abt this for another like 4 paragraphs i need to put an end here bc this is already like 3 pages on google docs…….Sorry you did not ask for all this. But i needed to explain the context

#citrusswap au #ajasks

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; chapter fourteen

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 3.6k

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series masterlist

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

I text Kie after work and let her know that Rafe invited me to Midsummers with him, and she is excited to have some company. She hates these kook events, especially since half the island still doesn't have power after the hurricane, and she's right, it is pretty ridiculous, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited anyways.

I figure that now is as good a time as any to go shopping for what I'm going to wear. I don't want to spend all that money Rafe gave me because it was an insane amount- I've never held that much cash in my life. Kie gave me a run down over facetime as to what the dress code is like, and I take that into account while I'm shopping. Heels, and a formal(ish) dress. That I can work with.

On the day of the event, I spend pretty much the whole morning pacing around John B's, terrified. I'm definitely not going to fit in. I mean, even Kegs isn't going, and he is pretty much a kook at this point. It's too late to back out though. By 2:45, I'm sitting on the porch just staring at the driveway.

"Hey, Snowy, you hear that?" John B says, leaning out of the door, looking at me knowingly.

"Oh my god, yes." I laugh, standing up as he tosses me a can. "I am shitting myself, seriously." I chuckle, using a key to open the bottom of the can as John B laughs at me while he does the same.

"Aye! Without me?" We hear JJ yell, running up to the porch from where he was in the backyard working on his bike.

I roll my eyes and hand my can as he gets up on the porch with us, and John B reaches into the cooler and tosses me another. "What's the occasion?" JJ asks us and John B shrugs.

"I'll drink to that," JJ answers as I open myself a can. Again.

"I'm drinking so I don't puke in Rafe's car- I'm scared to death," I explain, laughing and shaking my hand off as some of the beer runs down my arm.

"Is this not more likely to make you puke?" JJ laughs.

"Yes, but not from nervousness."

"Ah, that makes sense." He agrees, and I hold out my can to cheer them. They do the same.

"To Snowy's kook initiation." John B jokes as we clink our cans together, making us laugh.

"To Snowy going full kook!" JJ adds, then we quickly down our drinks, throwing the cans into the corner simultaneously, as I gag from the taste.

"I don't know how that is your guys's drink of choice." I cough, covering my mouth with my arm. I look up, seeing that during our shotgun, Rafe had pulled into the driveway.

"Oh shit, guys I gotta run," I say, running inside to grab the bag that my dress was in and a couple of plastic bags with the rest of my stuff I need to get ready.

"Bye, Snowy, we may or may not see you later." JJ winks and John B elbows him.

"I'll be home tonight, I swear this time." I laugh, brushing past them.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure." John B jokes and I roll my eyes.

"See you!" I yell back at them, waving before getting in Rafe's car.

"Hey," Rafe smiles as he puts the car into reverse and backs out of the driveway.

"Hi," I smile back, folding up the dress bag on my lap. "I'm so excited- equally as nervous though."

"Ah," He chuckles. "Is that what the shotgun was about?"

"Yeah, John B is a great therapist." I joke.

"Oh, no doubt," Rafe says as we drive down the road, heading to Tannyhill.

Neither of us say much until we're crossing the bridge into figure eight, but I spent the whole time racking my brain for something to fill the silence with. "So, you didn't send me any pictures of the dress. How do I know what to expect?" Rafe speaks before I come up with anything.

"I thought you were joking." I laugh softly, looking over at him.

"Well, kind of, but I mean I wouldn't have been opposed to it." He shrugs, glancing over at me.

"Okay, well, it's green, kind of like a satiny material I guess, I don't know what else to say about it. Pretty average." I try and describe it.

"Oh, nice. I'm sure it'll look great."

I sigh a little and decide to just speak my thoughts. "I'm scared because, like, I don't know how to dress for nice events so like, I would literally rather die than be overdressed so I'm scared I'm going to be underdressed and I'm going to stick out and I don't want to draw more attention to you because you brought a pogue who's not welcome there-"

Rafe laughs a little and shakes his head. "See? You should have sent me pictures so I could have confirmed and then you wouldn't be worried right now." He says, reaching across and playfully pushing my shoulder, with a force so soft it was like he was scared I would break.

"Oh god you're right." I say, putting my face in my hands. "I mean, I asked Kie her thoughts but I just don't know."

"Hey, woah, it's fine. I'm sure it's perfect, but hey, take a look at Sarah and Wheezie's dresses when we get there and read the vibe and if you try yours on and it doesn't feel right I am sure Sarah has another one you can borrow, yeah?" He says, resting his hand on my thigh and giving it a light squeeze to reassure me. "Just don't panic."

"You're right. Yeah..." I say, pushing my hair back behind my ears and nodding. I don't have any reason to panic, but I'd still feel guilty and embarrassed about borrowing something. Honestly though, I feel guilty and embarrassed about how much money he had to spend on me to have me here and that I'm going to have to talk to lots of kook adults when I'm already at a disadvantage because they know where I'm coming from.

Rafe flips his hand on my lap and shakes his fingers a little, signaling for me to grab it. I do, with a blush spreading across my cheeks. I hope my hands aren't already sweaty. He squeezes my hand gently, turning his full focus back to the road ahead.

When we get to his house, Sarah comes out to greet me, holding a bottle of rosé. "Snowy!" She smiles, taking a bag from me to help carry it up to her room.

"Hey Sarah, Thanks." I smile back at her.

"Are you excited?" She asks and I nod. "Rafe, I'm stealing her now."

"Okay, yeah. See you later." He says flatly, walking into the kitchen as we head upstairs.

"Did I do something?" I whisper to her as we walk upstairs, nervous he's mad that I'm ditching him or something.

Sarah shakes her head. "No, to be honest, he's mad at me because he thinks I'm cheating on Topper with John B." She laughs slightly, closing the door behind us as we enter her bedroom. John B has been disappearing a bit recently, it's not impossible that Rafe is right.

"Oh, gotcha.." I reply, looking around her room. "You've got such a cute room," I tell her, changing the subject.

"Oh, thanks Snowy." She smiles, working on opening the wine bottle before pouring out two glasses and handing me one. "So- let's see this dress you got, yeah?"

By the time we're ready and Sarah put in the painstaking hour it took to curl my long hair, it's almost time for us to leave. We planned it out well because we had lots of time to mess around and just talk, and of course, finish the whole bottle of wine between the two of us. I already thought I was bad at walking in heels when I was sober, so this was a challenge for sure, but Sarah assures me I'm doing fine. "I admit, you do look drunk, I won't lie, but that makes it better because no one will be able to tell that it's because you don't already know how to walk in heels!" She giggles, making me laugh as well as I steady myself on her dresser. "Besides, everyone sixteen to twenty-five will already be drunk, and I give it an hour for the adults." I nod and practice walking back and forth a couple of times before there's a knock on the door.

"Snowy? Sarah? We're leaving soon." Rafe says through the door, not opening it.

"We'll be down in like three minutes!" Sarah replies, standing up from where she was sitting on the bed and working on putting everything in her bag.

"Uh, can I come in?" He asks and we look at each other and I shrug, nodding so she knows it's okay.

"Yeah!" She shouts back, going into the bathroom to grab something. The door opens slightly before he pushes it open all the way. He's wearing this really cute baby blue suit, and his hair is slicked back a little differently than normal. Fancier, if that makes any sense.  He looks amazing. I notice he's holding a gift bag just before I look back up at his eyes, seeing he's already looking at me.

"You look nice!" I smile and he looks down at what he's wearing, shrugging a little.

"Thanks, you do too." He grins, holding the bag out to me. "This is for you."

"Oh-" I reply, taking it from him. "What is it?" I say, peeking past the tissue paper a little.

"It's not much of a surprise if I tell you, is it?" He chuckles, leaning against the door frame. "Open it."

"That is true, yeah.." I giggle, taking out the tissue paper and pulling out a dust bag, putting my garbage on the dresser before I read what the bag says. "Chanel? What the f-" I start, reaching in and pulling out the most beautiful white purse I have ever seen in my life.

"Rafe, I-" I start, pulling more tissue paper off of it. "It's beautiful, are you kidding me?" I laugh a little, turning it over in my hands.

"Sarah told me you only had your tote bag for your stuff and figured something like this would match better. I also figured it would match your jewelry and stuff..." He smiles, and I look back over at my go-to tote bag. It is pretty beaten up, covered in coffee stains and the lettering which used to say "I Smell Snow" is almost illegible now. Kie had found it in this touristy shop downtown around Christmas time, and she and the boys just thought it was too funny to pass up as my gift that year. I love that bag. But Sarah and Rafe are right- it's not really the right vibe.

"You didn't have to do that.." I sigh. "But thank you. So much." I tell him, immediately wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him as Sarah comes back out of the bathroom.

"Do you like it?" She asks, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

Rafe hugs me and rubs my back, resting his chin on my head. "It's beautiful," I say again before pulling away, looking back at my friend. "I'll pay you back as soon as I can, okay?" I say, turning back to Rafe.

"Snowy, that's not how gifts work. Like at all." He laughs, shaking his head at me.

"Okay, well, I'll do it anyway." I joke, taking the bag over to where my tote is and beginning to move my stuff over.

We all head downstairs once Sarah and I are sure we have everything, finally ready to go.

"Juliette, Thank you for agreeing to come," Rose says, coming over and giving me a quick hug. It's so nice to meet you properly."

"No, thank you for having me. And it is nice to meet you as well." I respond with a smile. My mom has taught me a handful of things in my life, the most important being good manners and people skills. Sure, she'll throw something at me every once in a while, but I'm thankful I'm a well-rounded person because of her. "You look amazing. And please, call me Snowy," I tell Rose and she thanks me, as Ward holds out his hand to shake mine.

"It's nice to meet you, Snowy. Kegs and Rafe have told us so much about you." I take his hand and shake it.

"Oh, all good things, I hope." I joke, knowing that people love that one in these situations. He laughs- I think I nailed it. "It's nice to meet you too," I add, looking briefly up at Rafe who is standing with me. He looks stoic, avoiding his father's gaze.

"Shall we go? I've got an award to receive!" Ward says, heading for the door. I turn as Sarah follows her dad talking to Wheezie as they leave.

"We'll, uh, we'll meet you there," Rafe says, resting his hand on my lower back and guiding me out after everyone.

"Okay, but straight there, okay? No detours." Ward says, pointing a finger at him as he stands at the driver's door of their black SUV.

"Yes sir." Rafe sighs as we keep walking, leading me towards his car. Tensions are high between him and his dad, apparently.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

As we arrive just behind his family, and after taking what felt like an ungodly amount of pictures, we walk inside. I already feel what seems to be all eyes on us. Or me, more specifically. I wonder if Rafe is embarrassed- he probably should be. We make some rounds talking to people after getting some drinks, and Rafe hardly removes his hand from my lower back the whole time. I'm not sure if he knows how comforting that is for me as his family friends stare me down, asking me subtly rude questions about me and my life. After about twenty minutes, I spot Kie and give her a quick wave.

"Would you excuse me?" I ask, smiling at Rafe and the woman we're talking to.

"Of course." He answers before she could see anything, smiling at me.

"It was lovely meeting you-" I say to the woman and her husband before walking away in Kie's direction, putting all my energy into not falling and breaking my ankle.

"Snowy! You look stunning." Kie smiles and I hug her. "And that bag, wow, is it Sarah's?" She asks. Kie isn't at all into material things, but we always have our girly moments of appreciation for pretty stuff.

"So do you, Kie," I say, pulling away from the hug. "It's mine, apparently. Rafe gave it to me." I explain and her eyes widen.

"Well, ignoring the fact that Chanel tests on animals, it is gorgeous." She laughs and I nod, taking a sip out of my champagne glass which Rafe helped me spike with vodka since apparently, this club isn't in the business of serving liquor to minors.

"Thank god you're here- this would be a nightmare going through it alone." Kie sighs as we look around.

"Kie seriously I am so drunk right now I don't remember a single conversation I've had with any of these kooks," I whisper, making us both giggle. I wasn't that drunk anymore, but I figured it would brighten her spirits a bit.

"Hey- there's Pope! Let's go scare him." She whispers back, pointing outside where he's working on unloading a truck. I nod as we start to head for the patio door.

I wrap my arm around Kie's as we walk down the stairs and across the grass to steady myself.

"Pope!" I say, smiling at him as we grab his attention.

"Hey, ladies, you look great!" He smiles at us, his eyes landing on Kie. "Going full kook tonight, huh?" He laughs, putting down what he was holding.

"Yeah, I don't feel like myself." I chuckle, adjusting my dress.

Just then, someone in a server's uniform walks past behind us and Pope does a double take. "JJ? What are you doing here?" Kie and I turn, confused looks on our faces. "And what happened to your lip?" Pope says, pointing to his own lip where JJ has a cut on his.

"Hey, guys! I didn't recognize you." JJ says, stopping to talk to us. "You look like a bunch of kooks." He laughs, looking me up and down before reaching up to stick his hand in my hair and I smack it away. "And, uh, my dad, you know, he's got a mean right hook." He jokes, pretending to throw a punch, but none of us laugh.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, reiterating Pope's question as I look around to be sure no one is watching.

"I'll explain later." He says, waving as he heads for the door, stopping momentarily when the security guard stops him, but they end up letting him in.

"We should probably go monitor that, shouldn't we?" I say to Kie and she nods.

"See you later, Pope!" We both say, waving back at him as we walk up to the door.

We are let back inside, and I tell Kie I should probably split up to track down JJ, and I scan the crowd for Rafe's blue suit. There's no reason I can't hang out with him while keeping an eye out for JJ, right? I spot him and feel myself smiling as I see him talking to someone at the bar.

"Hey." I smile as I walk up, not wanting to startle him.

"Oh, hey Snowy." He smiles. A slow song starts playing as he introduces me to the man he was talking to, who grabs another drink and then dismisses himself politely leaving Rafe and me alone for the first time this evening.

"Aw, I love this song..." I frown, putting my drink on the bar and pressing my hands to my chest. I instantly recognize it as Taylor Swift's 'New Year's Day', over the sounds of everyone talking. I look around at everyone around us and the string lights around the edge of the ceiling.

"Want to dance?" Rafe asks, drawing my attention back to him.

I nod and smile, taking his hand as he holds it out to me and we take a few steps from the bar so we're not in anyone's way. He wraps one arm around my waist, holding my hand up with the other. It's hard to take my eyes off his smile as he gently pulls me closer and we slowly sway back and forth.

"I may or may not have requested some Taylor Swift, for you." He laughs slightly and I smile.

"That's sweet, thank you," I say and he takes his eyes off me to look around. People are staring, I just know it. I nervously play with his hair with the hand resting behind his neck.

He looks back at me and smiles a little, in an effort to reassure me that it's okay.

"Thanks for inviting me," I say again.

"Thank you for coming." He replies, not breaking our eye contact. "You look beautiful, by the way..." He adds and I blush. I'm hoping it's not as noticeable when I'm wearing makeup.

"Thanks." I smile. "I don't feel much like myself, to be honest.." I joke, looking down.

"Well," He replies quietly, leaning down a little to reach my eyes again. "I think you look beautiful all the time, Juliette."

"Oh my god.." I laugh softly. "Don't say that- I'll actually cry."

"Okay, sorry." Rafe laughs a little with me, rubbing my back gently. "I'm not taking it back though."

"I didn't take you for the cheesy type," I say and he nods.

"Right- I forgot. We're mean and scary." He laughs.

"Yep, that's us. Meanest and scariest in the room." I joke, looking around. "Everyone is so intimidated right now."

Rafe laughs at that and before he says anything else, we're interrupted by a commotion coming from the direction of the bathroom.

"And tell Snowy she looks pretty hot for a pogue!" We hear someone shout, and before I can even look up at Rafe in my confusion, he's letting me go and brushing past me, walking over to where that voice came from with anger in his eyes.

I follow behind him as quickly as I can in these shoes and am met with JJ swinging at the boy I assume who said it, a security guard having to grab him and hold him back.

"Watch your mouth, man," Rafe says, taking this opportunity to get in the boy's face, grabbing the front of his shirt and pushing him back into the wall. I think I recognize him as one of Keg's friends. I look over at JJ as he's thrown out the door,

"Hey, you can't kick him out!" I hear Kie's voice and I look over to see her standing across the crowd from me. "I am a member of this club and I invited him here!"

She is ignored, and JJ lands on the grass at the bottom of the stairs, looking up toward Kie and I as someone shouts at us, "Get out of here! Dirty Pogues-"

"Power hour at Rixon's, attendance is mandatory!" JJ shouts, ignoring them and pointing to Kie and then to me, grabbing Pope as he starts to walk away, despite Heyward's objections.

I watch Kie run down the stairs and after them, holding up her dress so she doesn't trip, and JJ picks her up and spins her in a circle as they all laugh. I look back at Rafe as he's being pulled off of that boy by his dad, who looks pissed. Do I want to be here to witness the aftermath of what Ward will definitely view as Rafe and I 'ruining' his celebration? Not at all. Do I want to go with my friends to this 'mandatory' meeting? Kind of. Should I stay anyways? Definitely.

I sigh as I pull my phone out of my bag, texting the group chat that I will meet up with them as soon as I can leave.

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[abigail]

nooooo I’m so scared of my postman actually. like.. ok someone tell me if I’m being insane or if you’d be a bit freaked out too

ok so.. I moved into my new place in late spring time and since living there I’ve had a few different posties but recently this past like.. idk month or two I’ve mainly just had this one guy, I’d say he’s around 40-50 y/o.. at first he was just idk. normal lol ?? like didn’t say much just got on with his job etc. after a few times he’d start just.. commenting on stuff I guess ? like I’d answer the door in my pyjamas and he’d be like ‘oh hehe sorry for waking you up’ and idk.. ur a post man surely you’re greeted at the door of lots of people in pyjamas ??? (especially because it was like 8am on a saturday idk anyway). he then started saying my name a lot which.. he obviously knows from my mail, but he’d say ‘abi’ and I never get post with my nickname delivered so he just decided himself to use my nickname (which I find odd because.. personally I don’t really use a nickname for someone unless they tell me it’s their name or I hear other people using it or obvs if we’re close etc but maybe that’s just me !!)

then the other week I answered the door and he.. paused to hand over my mail.. to tell me he saw me by the charity shop in the main area of the town I live, I just said oh yeah they have good stuff sometimes and he just then asked if I work there ??? I said no … so he asked if I work around there.. I said no I work ‘in the city’ (the town I live in is like wedged in between two cities and I didn’t specify which one) and he just quietly repeated ‘in the city’ back to himself while handing me my mail ???? I told this to my friends and they agreed it was weird behaviour btw

so anyway.. with it being this time of year I’ve ordered more stuff online than usual because I’ve been buying christmas gifts and I’ve had a few friends mail me gifts for me so I’ve had to answer the door to him more frequently and idk each time he has something to say … like recently he said “oh that one looks interesting what’s in that” with a little smirky face and I’m like oh .. uh.. it’s a gift ????? like.. idk it’s just a bit weird considering the previous stuff ??? or is it just me ???

but yeah what caused me to write this is what just happened.. I’m waiting at the bus stop into the city and I see the post van drive past but then slow down.. it takes me a second to think oh shit is it him so I awkwardly turn to look away and then the van reverses back to the stop even slower until the window is in line with where I’m stood so I have no choice but to notice.. he shouts ‘abi’ and then asks what I want to do with this parcel he’s got in the back.. I’m like ??? uh.. my partner is home rn until midday or something ????? because well.. they are. and like he must know I have a partner because he would’ve seen their name on the mail he delivers and he probably has had my partner answer the door to him a few times too so idk why wouldn’t he think that like ???? and for him to recognise me while I’m at the bus stop and stuff ????? idk man it made me feel so yucky !!! anyway he asks then if I’m heading to work … I say yeah (so now he knows which city I work in ough) and he’s like hmm. ok see you soon and then does a full u turn to where I live .. I assume to deliver my mail but like.. surely he’s got a route he’s meant to follow like he was originally going in the opposite direction ???

yeah idk.. I might just be overthinking it like he’s probably harmless he just seems like some guy but considering it all and it’s the fact he obviously knows where I live because he’s my postie just makes me feel so…. idk. it creeps me out tbh like the vibes are off lmao

edit to add - also consider the fact the area I live in isn’t tiny like.. it’s not a city or whatever but there’s lots of houses and sure he’ll only be doing mail for one section of the town (I assume) but stillll he’ll be seeing so many people daily why is he always recognising me like. I’m not even wearing an outfit that makes me stand out today how did he instantly spot me.. ALSO the second I posted this I got an email saying my parcel was delivered so yeah he literally did do a u turn to my house to deliver my mail rather than do his normal route uhuhhhhhhhh…….. like thanks but ??? why am I getting special treatment lol

#long post under the cut lol sorry #also half way through I realised my phone kept autocorrecting parcel to pascal 😭 and I can’t be bothered to go back and edit it so sorry #a

[sciderman]

Meowdy! I saw that you don't like Spider-Man/Deadpool (the comic obvs) and I was just wondering why? Just out of curiosity. I really liked most of it, though I'll easily admit the whole thing certainly has Flaws. Many of them. But like, what was it that got under your skin?

there’s a lot of reasons why the sm/dp series just didn’t work for me - i’ll write it in a fragmented, non-committal sort of way. like how they wrote the sm/dp series. 

first off the bat - ceo peter parker is not peter parker. i don’t think any attempt any writer made to tackle the concept of ceo multi-billionaire peter parker was good or thoughtful or in-character. it’s so, so far flung from who peter parker is, and what he’s representative of, and not a single writer was thoughtful enough to approach it in any sort of way that could preserve him. ceo peter parker was bad. bad concept. bad execution. and it feels like such a waste that of all the peter parkers we could’ve had in a sm/dp series, we had to have ceo peter parker in it. bad timing. 

two - i think the series does very poorly to establish wade and peter as characters before throwing us into the whole “role reversal” schtick. it kind of assumes you know these characters, and sure - that’s fine, we kind of do, but we don’t know these versions of these characters. i think marvel takes it for granted, a lot of the time. every book does have a slightly different version of a character. nicieza’s deadpool is not the same as duggan’s deadpool. they have completely different behaviours - they’re practically new characters. so each book had to set up those characters again - it’s vital to set up who these characters are, and how they’ll behave, without just - having us need to assume it. a big problem i have is with the sm/dp series attesting time and time again that peter parker is a good person without anything in the text proving it. he doesn’t do anything good or heroic before the role reversal. we’re told he’s good, but all i see is a jack-off. sure. he’s spider-man, we’re meant to assume he’s good, by reputation. but no. you have to show it, or i have no reason to root for him at all. and i don’t. 

three - so very personal and subjective but the series just isn’t funny. the jokes aren’t funny. i’d forgive so much if the jokes were funny. but they’re not funny. 

four - i just - the fragmented nature of the sm/dp series is so, so frustrating. it’s like nobody wanted to be there for too long. i feel like a good run should have just the one writer, and have cohesion. for it to feel like a solid run. the sm/dp series was so fragmented and so, so difficult to read. i’ve attempted to read it start-to-finish multiple times and it’s such a frustrating process every time. every time there are issues i’m begging to skip. it’s an almost impossible read for me. there’s no consistency - there’s very little in the way of satisfyingly wrapped-up storytelling, and i’m just confused throughout the entire thing. 

five - just all in all the disappointment that there is a spider-man and deadpool series that inexplicably features versions of the characters i just don’t care about. how? how is it possible that i, the biggest spider-man and deadpool geek in the world ever just... not find anything to enjoy about the sm/dp series? how do you mess up that bad. them standing next to each other should be enough to make me happy and yet. and yet. 

six - i think the “wade is healed and handsome because morally and mentally he is good” approach is ugly and i hate it. 

seven - peter parker says the word “pwnage”. i have never wanted to die more. 

eight - theres a weird artist that makes peter parker look like a blow-up doll. don’t like it. 

nine - i never wanted to see old senile spideypool either. they have to be hot and hunky at all times what is the point otherwise. 

10 - i haven’t even gotten to the “ending” which everyone is collectively mad about. i haven’t even been able to read it. i’ve tried, so many times but somehow, in some way, i haven’t managed. i don’t know how i’ve failed so many attempts to read it. i feel like the universe just doesn’t want me to. 

11 - one time while reading it i got so drunk i projectile vomited

#sci speaks #bad news all around

[synthsays]

RAAAA OK GUYS

My brain is creating AUs & headcanons at mock speed for some reason so here ya go:

So, if somehow, during the various experiments that Doc and Marty did, Marty ending up dying, Doc would probably do everything in his power to reverse that right, RIGHT?!? Anywho Frankenstein Marty would be cool.

Other tinybits I thought up for this AU:

-Marty would have amnesia, partly, aka he would kinda remember he had a family, kinda not (idk I haven't worked it out yet)

-obv Marty's family would be like "hey Dr. Brown, where tf is our son?" Right, so Doc would prob say something like he ran away, etc. And if He brought Marty back to life he couldn't just give him back to the McFly family and say, "Oh yeah here's your son that's been missing for months, totally ignore all the scars and stitching and the fact he is slightly green."

- (I'm taking bttf game lore as canon for this one) Doc uses the fact that he has an old key for the courthouse to get to the top of the roof, where he would do the lighting blot thing to bring Marty back to life on top of the courthouse :D

#hope you enjoyed :D #I dont think this already exists??? let me know if it does #may or may not make a frankenstein marty design :/ #bttf #back to the future #marty mcfly #doc brown #bttf au #harassynth is a federal crime mr corleone

[ind1c0lite]

I do not frequently message people online but I absolutely Needed to communicate to you how entranced I am by your copycat au oh my god. I read the initial comic and I had to go for a jog around my apartment I was so floored. Absolutely fantastic work thank you so much for sharing!!!!!!!

What with capcom calling the switch port of aa4-aa6 the “Apollo Justice Trilogy” (which I have dubious feelings on) I’ve been thinking a lot about Apollo’s role in aa5 & aa6 (esp aa5) and your au is just. so perfect for reflecting more of Apollo and his story from aa4 forward into aa5. The potential within it to actually consider things like Apollo still being a very fresh-faced & inexperienced lawyer in the grand scheme of things and feeling inadequate for both 1) being unable to save Phoenix (in the moment, obv everything ends for the best) and 2) being unable to adequately help Athena, him having to grapple with the thought that he has yet another mentor who has betrayed him again, bringing up what’s actually touched on (though not enough imo) in the original dd of him feeling like an inadequate defense lawyer because he can’t be 100% certain of a clients innocence (tho ofc in this case it’s Phoenix instead of Athena) (“of course he’s innocent he’s the Turnabout Terror! ………but Kristoph Gavin was the Coolest Defense in the West…”, the added layer of making him have to consider Phoenix committing Clay’s murder and the two possibilities being 1 - Phoenix actually did commit the murder (awful) and possibility 2 - Phoenix didn’t commit the murder but he’s intentionally trying to let whoever did commit the murder go free for unknown reasons (bonus points - (Apollo thinks) Phoenix is leaving him in the dark again) (also awful) (obv as you mentioned at this point Athena and Apollo have no concept of a phantom villain so that’s not an option lol) …eugh it’s all so good…

And all of this on top of keeping Klavier relevant in a meaningful way (continuing the story from aa4) And having to deal with the potential fallout he would feel from Yet Again being the one to tear down Phoenix Wright with his own hands (plus the later fallout of how he would feel knowing he was (at least partially successfully) yet again manipulated and used as a tool specifically to harm Phoenix Wright) + the parallel of having Athena, yet again, having to stand in court and be able to do absolutely nothing to help those close to her (just like when she “failed” Simon) + potential Trucy fallout from having a father willfully disappear from her again. Even if she 100% believes in Phoenix’s innocence then that still means her father is intentionally covering something up and intentionally taking an action that will remove himself from her life (either via jail or via execution) and god damn that’s gotta sting + if Simon hears about this and thinks the Phantom is at play again either 1) feeling helpless and unable to prove anything because he’s stuck in the hospital and he just has to sit and watch the Phantom ruin another family right in front of his eyes or 2) (if he doesn’t Quite realize the Phantom Is Phoenix rn, he just thinks Phoenix has been tricked into covering for the Phantom) then he’s watching someone make his exact same mistake right in front of his eyes and the Phantom will continue to run free yet again eugshdhhcgsgshsh and oh my goddddddd don’t get me started on the parallels between Phoenix and Edgeworth having their roles reversed from Turnabout Goodbyes (even if it isn’t actually Phoenix, Edgeworth (probably? maybe?) doesn’t know that) basically just. Oh my god. Stellar fucking job with this. Sorry for all the rambling I just desperately needed to communicate to you how fantastic of a concept this is and thank you so much for sharing it. (also apologies for my rambles that are probably pretty off base from precisely what you have in mind for this au, obv some of what I rambled about is likely either blatantly wrong/opposing your vision, or just hasn’t been revealed yet, but I saw the two comics and the profiles and basically immediately started spiraling /pos, consider them au’s of your au lol) (also on the off chance you ever want to further discuss your au just say the word and I Will come off anon lol)

OUGHHHHH ANON I A M !!!!! I WAS N O T EXPECTING A WHOLE ENTIRE ESSAY IN MY INBOX ABT RAMBLINGS ON THE COPYCAT BUT I AM GRINNING E A R TO EAR ABOUT THIS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT SM!!

I ALWAYS LOVE HEARING PEOPLE RAMBLE!!! YOU HAVE PICKED UP E X A C TL Y WHAT IVE LAID OUT AND WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH THIS AU SO WELL I JUST

I HAVE NO WORDS IM VERY HAPPY TO HEAR THERES SOMEONE JUST AS EXCITED AS I AM ABT MY OWN LIL AU HJGKHLJHGJ

I am always happy to talk more abt my au whenever anon!!!!

#save #<- Im still grinning sm from this you have NO idea how happy this makes me #Im going to be thinking abt this for a while hgjkhlj; #asks #anon

[ddelline]

wip wednesday (ft traumatic post-canon itafushi)

blurb | yea so this is a thing I never thought I would feel inspired 2 write. turns out that I did, and I do: I think the formula is megumi's inherent canonical misery(*infinity) + yūji's inherent canonical saviorism = ddelline wip

premise | follows canon thru ch256, deviates (obvs lol) after that to explore itafushi in a post-canon setting, centering on shared trauma, shared healing, and all of what may become of 2 boys who've been possessed by a 2000 yr curse and forced to bear witness to its murderous actions all the whilst (but it ends in yaoi. I feel compelled 2 point this out, even though it may count as a spoiler)

ok anyway, a lil prelude bit (spoilers 4 ch252) under the cut! posting for the sake of posting, lol, but when a b*tch hasn't delivered a new ao3 entry since october, that's what happens

25th December, 2018; Shinjuku—

In the zero point two second interval before Okkotsu-senpai snaps his right hand up and signs for the Angel’s technique, Yūji gets in close. In the exact second—same breath, same blink-of-eye—that Okkotsu-senpai intones, “Maximum output: Jacob’s Ladder,” and thrusts the katana through Sukuna’s tricep, Yūji lunges. He steps forward, takes one long step in one dizzying arc, and carves a knife-sharpened elbow into Sukuna’s right oblique. In the split breath that follows the incantation, he heaves back, finds his center of gravity and pitches backwards with everything he’s got.

Yūji screams, hoarse and raspy, desperate with futile hope: “It’s time to wake up, Fushiguro!!”

The battlefield freeze-frames. Suddenly he sees himself, bloodied and bruised and messily reversed-patched whole, land on the balls of his feet outside of the whiteout lance of the Jacob’s Ladder; he sees the splurt of blood in the wake of Okkotsu-senpai’s katana congeal in mid-air; he sees the monstrous outline of Sukuna temporarily undone, silhouette erased within the beam’s radius.

Yūji blinks. The next thing he sees is swirling black and blue nothing—like when you close your eyes and focus on the dark vacuum on the backs of your eyelids. He looks down, catalogs his bloody and ripped sneakers sinking slightly into ground that’s plush, looks sandy.

Darkness swirls. Yūji sinks. In front of him, Fushiguro has collapsed over his own bent knees. His face is turned into the ground, his fists are balled at the ends of where his arms are stretched out long.

“That’s enough. I’ve had enough.”

The composition of the soul—

Viewed from that angle, their plan had no flaws. Calculate: a curse puppeting a human vessel, theorized soul multiplicity, Yūji’s ability to perceive and target the soul, and the Angel’s technique—then solve for X. If the aforementioned conditions are used as variables, then no matter how you scramble them up, X will solve for a window wherein Yūji is able to bully open a sliver of an entryway into Fushiguro’s soul. And they did—it worked.

They’d one-upped the strongest sorcerer of all; when all was said, done and executed, they had outwitted The King of Curses himself.

However. 

“That’s enough,” says Fushiguro’s collapsed body. “I’ve had enough.”

For a moment, Yūji doesn’t understand what he’s hearing. He feels like he’s being asked to interpret a conversation from underwater—goes back over familiarly shaped words, tries his best to turn over the syllables, to pick them apart and put them back together the way they’re supposed to be. His ears ring faintly.

He stares at the crumpled angles of Fushiguro’s back; a vulnerable spot of his neck peeks up visible where his collar creases awkwardly. He feels simultaneously nothing and like he’s very cold.

Yūji attempts to repeat the words, “I don’t—” but the words lodge in the hollow of his throat. His ribs feel suddenly tight over his heart.

What they’d failed to take into account was the possibility that within Fushiguro Megumi’s soul—any will to live had been extinguished.

Comprehension slams into Yūji like a freight train. He stops breathing. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, he thinks. Blood rushes in his ears, squalls and claps like thunder. He wants to repeat himself—it’s time to wake up, Fushiguro; there’s no time actually, we don’t have time for this, so wake up—but when he tries, his throat closes up and his jaw sticks shut. His mind is racing, his heart inches upwards in his throat.

“Fushiguro—” Yūji croaks, but runs out of words. Fuck, but he’s always been better at doing. He takes a step forward, stretches out a hand.

The blue-black vacuum shudders. The sandy ground quakes.

“No!! Fushig—”

“Scale of the Dragon.”

Yūji blinks. His surroundings once more have shape: the sky is a murky dome, the ground craggy rock. The entirety of the landscape—cut through by thousands, maybe countless katanas. A violent shiver shudders through him, makes him stumble slightly forward. Far up the blade-crowded plains, the blinding light of Jacob’s Ladder has winked out; a bleached sand tempest spirals from its impact site.

Fushiguro is gone.

They failed. Yūji failed.

The pale sand whorl shudders and warps. “Recoil.”

Yūji’s mind draws blank. He understands, somehow primally, that he needs to move. His heart races, slams against his too-tight ribs with meaty thunks. Fushiguro is gone. Against all odds, their plan had worked; Yūji had reached him—and he’d failed.

“—tadori!” cuts a voice—cuts Okkotsu-senpai’s voice, tight with nerves, from somewhere ahead and above. It sounds submerged, hindered; or maybe that’s just him.   

Him—who needs to move. He needs to move now.

“Twin Meteors.”

“Itadori!!”

Yūji snaps both arms up in tight guard on knee-jerk instinct. The first reinforced Cleave slashes across his forehead up into his hairline not a second later. Pain cracks through his skull, blinding and breathtaking. In front of him, Okkotsu-senpai’s matte white uniform splits open, blooming a violent red. Rika shrieks. Okkotsu-senpai sinks to one knee with a pained, bitten off grunt. 

“Okkotsu-senpai!!”

Yūji grinds a heel into the solid underfoot, forces his weight into his knees. Don’t move; focus on defense, says a small, rational part of Yūji. Don’t move in any way that might jeopardise the plan, says an amalgamation of their remaining fighting roster.

Move. Move now; a short sprint and you can make it in time, drag Okkotsu out of danger, says his instincts. Yūji bites his lip raw to keep from swearing. Sweat slicks down the small of his back. He remains still.

The next three hits garrote across his hip, stomach, upper thigh; gouges him clean to the bone. Yūji grinds his teeth until his back molars creak and swallows back bile reflexively. Pain, bright and overwhelming, sparks in his chest. He wills himself to lean into it; feels the pain, but not the shock. He repeats, focus, and breathe, says it over and over again, wearing the words down like an old prayer. He’s already failed an assignment once today. He’s not allowed to contribute to another defeat. All that matters is the plan, the painstaking step-by-step—

The greyscale dome of Yūta’s domain cracks and shatters.

Yūji sees Maki-senpai slip the Split Soul Katana home—the tip ruptures bloody through the stretch of skin supposedly guarding a curse’s heart—before he actually sees Maki-senpai.

Sukuna grunts, freezes. His eyes go wide. Slowly he cranes his neck, gaze abandoning Rika and Okkotsu-senpai to dart over and behind the bulk of his right shoulder. 

The plan. The painstaking, convoluted, step-by-step plan, outfitted with so many failsafes and exceptions it can barely be called a plan at this stage. The plan with its end goal—

Fushiguro. For Yūji, he’s both the beginning and the end. 

Behind him, someone is propelled from high above into the pavement with such brute force that it sends violent tremors shocking through the full expanse of the city block.

Step one is getting the hell out of dodge—clear the way for Maki-senpai. 

He wills himself, as the domain collapses into bleak daylight and a ruined cityscape, to move. He sees Ui Ui swoop in from high above, aiming for where Okkotsu-senpai is cradled in the spindly palms of his shikigami. Neither Chōsō nor Kusakabe should be far off, then. Yūji can tag out for now.

He grits his teeth and steels himself, spins on one heel and takes off in a sprint.

The sudden movement strains the gouges in his thigh and hip taut; what did he expect, really? Pain, furious and overwhelming, lashes up his spine, burrows into the lesions; blacks his vision for a split second. He stumbles, swears. The wound across his forehead dribbles steadily into his eyelashes and along his temple. He scrubs the inside of his wrist irately across his face. Taking quick stock, he traces the pain, sparking like a live wire, to three busted ribs, six lacerations at worst: forehead, forearms, torso, left hip and upper left thigh.

He blinks crusting blood and light-headedness out of his eyes; he hones in on the pain he’s feeling—digs in to use it as a focal point, situates himself inside it. It’s physical, he thinks; just physical, it’s fixable. For me it’s fine. Not like—

It’s time to wake up, Fushiguro!!

Cutting a sharp right corner, sprinting down a narrow, partly collapsed alleyway, Yūji imagines Fushiguro before him: beaten down—defeated; kneeling face down in the blue-black vacuum pit of his soul, the expanse of his shoulders pitching into the not-sand of the ground; the skinny stretch of his back long and limp over folded knees.

It’s enough—I’ve had enough.

Yūji scrubs an angry hand across his eyes. “I’m not giving up on you!”

#fic: when you dig up god's little acre #itafushi #jjk #my writing #work: fic #wip wednesday

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someone in the tags of that meme said they dont understand why tbb stans take criticism of their shows so personally. while i have a range of theories as to why, in general, fans of a show cannot just let people not like the show, the tbb stans in particular seem to....idk, think the bad batch is Doing Something? i did literally see someone say that you cant criticize the show because the animators work so hard on it, and they conflated negative feelings about the series with a lack of desire to see *any* aspect of the Bad Batch, like "yeah youre complaining but look at these nice visuals do you not want those anymore???" which was a false equivalency.

and of course there's the whole fandom-as-identity and stan-as-personality and a lot of people's growing inability to take variegated and holistic approaches to the series. even the ones who admit that the show has flaws regarding how they write wrecker seem to be unable to realize/point out that wrecker's writing is problematic because it is racist.

racism as a factor in the poor quality of the writing is one that ive noticed gets ignored almost COMPLETELY. i and others like me who do not like the bad batch are able to point out the stereotypes and poor optics and everything else while talking about the writing. people who love the bad batch cannot. i guess because then, admitting that the writing and animation are inextricably racist would make them look a little silly for loving the show so much, because you can say the character development was slow but you still love it. but you can say "yeah he's a racial stereotype and there was a weird reverse racism thread to their back story and they do make efforts to prove these white characters are better than these nonwhite ones--but i still love it".

but in general, since ive deviated a little, like....i remember when uwwtbb first came out and it was *incredibly* difficult for people to separate themselves from what they were consuming. people complained about the racism in the show and they complained about the more or less explicitly racist fans of the bad batch and you had other stans (who often had to bring up that they were poc, but obv not always) saying "well im not a bad person for watching the show" or asking if they could watch it. like i cant control what you watch. me passing judgement on you specifically makes no sense. although one does have to consider how much they're willing to tolerate, praise, or brush aside for the sake of their own personal entertainment. i am watching season 2 of the bad batch to keep track of any other racist developments that happen (which, thankfully, have been minimal). you are watching because you find joy in it. we are not the same. we dont need to be.

but connecting to what id said earlier about tbb stans i guess not understanding their own "buying power", so to speak--if criticizing a show means criticizing the people who watch the show, and if a lot of people who watch the show definitely don't care about the whitewashing that much, then there is no sense in acting shocked when the by products of a racist show are racist. the confusion over tech's 1/6th model as if he doesn't look like a boring white man in the series was irritating. you asked for this. you can't say tech is hot and you can't spread whitewashed fanart and you cannot implicitly and explicitly support the racist design and then turn around and be surprised when you are given exactly what you asked for.

#ch posts #this fandom era sucks balls ngl #long post #or it may not be that long #i am on mobile #whats awful about this is the discrepancy in what people consider important #to talk about #how i cant really talk about the racism in the series or peoples responses to it as much as id like #because a) no traction b) harassment #idk this post is kinda all over the place but again like #''why are you saying i suck because i like a show that sucks?'' i wonder how many people are saying that #how many people are saying that specifically and how many people are more specific about it #maybe you suck because youve made it clear the whitewashing is inconsequential to you #maybe thats what some folks are saying #maybe dont refuse to point out a problem and then be surprised when it is not fixed

[princess-of-the-corner]

7🐺 had yet another idea bc im reading Teen Wolf fanfiction (im fandom hopping again, ugh). Okay so Twilight introduces vamps, so the reverse introduces wolves first. B2 introduces the vamps. B3 is witches for the Victoria/newborn army. B4 is hunters. Now, obvs the Vs,Ws,&Hs are all peppered throughout B1. B2, Vs are onstage, with more facts about Ws&Hs peppered in. B3&B4 follow the pattern. I just can't think of any like, center plots for them. Like I don't really want to copy Twilight 🐺 ➡️

honestly at this point I think a vague outline is good. Start working on some OCs and see how they interact. Sometimes they'll 'speak up' about their histories and childhood traumas.