#one of the things that made me think this is that ''cure'' isnt a perfect parallel the way the other two are of each other

[liquidstar]

ok alien stage fans dont hate me for what im about to say im just throwing the IDEA out there okay. but just listen

you know how we have these two promo images of ivan and till?

("observation" and "decision" by vivinos)

paralleling their young selves and their current selves. young ivan sits with till and happily watches him sing, older ivan stares more seriously at till as they're about to enter the contest, having just made some sort of decision (we don't know what exactly that means yet. to lose? to not compete? to tie? to... win? given his convo with sua that might be the "nicer" option in his mind)

and now the promo art for round 6 dropped, "cure"

its OBVIOUSLY playing on paralleling these shots again. this time it seems to be after till got punished and is asleep or unconscious (or maybe he just has his eyes closed, but i dont think hes awake- he's not the type to be so chill about the face touching)

what if... its also meant to parallel a "future" shot? just like the previous two?

if till ends up dying this round (SAD!) we could end up seeing the second half of it. with ivan's hand on till's corpse. but this is pure conjecture, not super likely. im just saying is all.

#one of the things that made me think this is that ''cure'' isnt a perfect parallel the way the other two are of each other #mostly in the way till is posed with his hair falling back and eyes and mouth closed #in the other two it seems a point to have all these aspects the same in both versions of him (ivan is the one whose expression change tho) #but its still CLEARLY playing off the same concept. so maybe it also has a ''twin''.... #if it does happen ill put my head through a wall though for putting the possibility out there #but i dont think its likely its just a concept i thought of when i saw the art and thought of the other art lol #is IS called cure though. maybe till does die but is resuscitated somehow who knows #aliens probably have good medical tech that hyuna stole #also ''cure'' has the red show in ivan's eye while the others dont. inch resting. #i love when the red shows you can really see the ''camera'' inspo lol #alien stage

[ultra-raging-ghost]

I'm gonna share my idea about the Bear Federation workers with you teehee :3

So we heard about a "Polar Bear" Virus/disease/syndrome etc from someone's mission on the island (my mind is blanking on who exactly, I think it was Bagi but don't quote me on that) and it stated that it caused people to develop white fur and more bear like features.

So that means that all the workers were infact people before this thing got out. That's not all that surprising, we kind of guessed that.

BUT

My interests is how this disease/virus thing got out and began to spread. In my mind it's one of two options, either:

It was work Federation scientist were doing on hybrids and it got out unexpectedly and infected the whole island

OR

this was when the Federation made Cucurucho, their perfect hybrid, and released it onto all the unsuspecting people on the island; claiming it was just a random disease that popped up that they were trying to find a cure for so they wouldn't retaliate.

Just an idea :3

Oooo interesting!!!

my personal first thought was cucurucho, that he was the first one, and he infected the others

Particularly because of one book from the workers about cucurucho, about how hes prissy and preens and grooms his fur - like its not something they regularly do or are used to doing, hes used to doing it but theyre not. Seemed almost like... resentful?

i do have to wonder, if thats how people are turned, is that what happened to the previous islanders?? is that what happened to madagios island?? did he just narrowly escape?? or was his process fucked up in some way? I dont know if we know what happened to the other projects, but its something i was thinking about, since we have hybrid fed experiments on this island that arent perfected, and the federation isnt afraid of genetic testing....

idk if this made sense im rambling through my migraine but its so.. interesting.

especially since iirc fred made a side comment about his "face", i think implying he was wearing a mask of some sort, but if he was turned then maybe it was moreso a misspoken phrase about his old face? its interesting :3

#qsmp #qsmp theory #asks

[otterloreart]

weird resin things this morning

yesterday i decided to test if cosclay could be used to mold resin eyes, and i made two simple half-sphere molds, baked them, and poured some clear resin (from the cheap resin kit video) in them. i also poured some resin into the resin molds that came with the cheap kit since i had leftover resin.

this morning i pulled one of the mushrooms out of the resin kit mold, it worked perfectly fine like it had before. i then struggle to pull the half-spheres out but i got them out successfully. they're perfect round half-spheres, theyre fairly clear although not perfectly so but i think i can fix that with some varnish (the lack of clarity is from imperfections in the surface, so i think adding shiny varnish should make it more transparent). so far the experiment is going well!

but then, after i varnished the half sphere and the one mushroom, i was like i guess i should varnish the other mushroom, butterflies and cherries. went to pull out the other mushroom and it... just isnt done? i got uncured resin on my finger, it was very sticky.

its completely baffling to me why some of the resin in the original mold hasnt cured yet. granted, its been only about 24 hours, but previously they all cured to at least be removable from the mold overnight. and the two mushrooms are literally identical, and all the resin was mixed in the same container... so i dont know whyy half of one of them wouldnt be finished.

anyways, wild stuff, that resin. im glad that the important parts of the experiment (the eyes) seem to have worked out, although the cosclay molds got somewhat damaged in the process.

#wip

[cloudywithchanceofrainestorm]

Honestly "Thems the breaks, kid" just made me realize how truly selfish and impulsive Lilith was when she cursed Eda.

Just the fact that, when they had to duel for the emperors coven, instead of talk to her sister about it she immediately jumped to "Im gonna loose if i dont do anything." Like she immediately threw her sisters wellbeing out the window when it suited her.

But its even worse when you consider that the consequences of her curse went way beyond just her individual magical ability.

As a result of Eda's curse:

Eda attacked their father, causing him to become disabled and no longer be able to work

Their mother became a victim to medical scams, using family heirlooms and going on dangerous jouneys to try and cure her daughter

The pervious two situations caused Eda to run away from home at a very young age, making her look out for herself at way to young of an age.

Ruined her relationship with Raine, the only friend she had aside from Lilith she had (and her one true love)

Made her isolate from anything and everything until she found king (and by that point she was middle aged)

By all account Eda's life was considerablly more miserable then it had to be. And sure there was no way that lilith could of known the curse would of caused these things, cause she didnt understand how the curse worked in the first place. By all accounts she seemed to think that the consequences of this would be as far as making Eda slightly weaker so she could win that duel, not life altering.

Don't get me wrong, this isnt an anti lilith post by any means, cause this makes perfect sense given her situation at the time.

Lilith was a youngish teenager, who felt ignored by her mother and undermined (unintentionally) by her sister. Of course shes gonna make a stupid mistake like this. I can remember so many times as a younger teen i made horrible mistakes that blew up in my face because I couldnt fathom consequences past the end of that week.

Lilith making one singular mistake, that then snowballed into several mistakes, is something that happens with kids her age so often. Because of this it's far more forgivable that it would be for anyone else.

However, what if far less forgivable is her actions as an adult.

Lilith didnt tell anyone that she was the one to curse Eda, most likely out of shame. But that sense of superiority over her still exsisted through out season 1. Lilith couldnt help but feel smug that she was in a position of high respect while Eda was a pursued criminal.

But even with her higher position, she can't capture Eda. All her effort means nothing because in the grand-scheme of things, Eda is still the more powerful witch, even while cursed.

In their battle at the end of season 1, Lilith still needs to resort to trickery in order to win (by capturing luz), and when she screams out "Then why were you so easy to curse!" In response to Eda saying she is better than her, alot of people pointed out that Eda was both sleeping in her own bed and also trusted lilith because shes her damn sister.

Lilith wants to be seen as a powerful witch, but she keeps having to resort to trickery to achieve it. And experienceing the curse first hand throughout season 2 definitely works to humble her, as she finally stops focusing on whether shes a failure or not and instead focuses on developing personal relationships to enrich her

By "Elsewhere, Elsewhen" shes finally realized that she doesnt need to be told shes great to be happy, becoming suspicious of Philip Wittebitch when he starts telling her what she wants to hear.

Honestly this went from "Eda's curse really messed her up huh" to "The life and times of Lilith Clawthorn" and i ain't sorry.

#lilith clawthorne #raine whispers #raeda #eda clawthorne #toh #the owl house #luz noceda #the owl house spoilers

[dreams-of-klag]

THOughTs on the Green brothers. (spoiler alert, these thoughts are highly positive)

been seeing posts recently about the time john green was bullied off of tumblr like its something to laugh about-- i even reblogged one of them that was talking about how tr*mp should try to join tumblr and see how it goes (which was, admittedly, funny)-- but i just want to throw it out there that john green gets a bunch of shit that he doesnt deserve and i am tired of hearing it.

So heres my incomplete list of great things John and Hank Green have done that dont mean that theyre perfect people but just mean that for FUCKS SAKE people need to lay off and actually recognize that they are good people and actually making the world a better place. 

1. in their podcast, where listeners write in with questions, they always refer to people asking the questions with gender neutral pronouns unless the person specifically expresses a gender in the text of the email. They dont talk about it, its just a thing that quietly happens.

2. Their books are fucking good

John uses his books to subvert common harmful tropes that affect the way people view women and people dealing with chronic illness. “Looking For Alaska” and “Paper Towns” are absolute refusals of the MPDG trope and absolutely condemn the main (male) characters for seeing Alaska and Margot as less than full human beings. “The Fault In Our Stars” is all about how illness in general but cancer specifically doesnt mean anything, its just a horrific thing that happens to people, and how nothing you learn from having cancer is valuable enough to be worth it, and how romanticizing illness hurts people who are dealing with it. “Turtles All The Way Down” is about OCD, about feeling like a burden on people around you, and sometimes actually being hard to be around and actually hard to deal with, but how that doesnt make you less of a person, and doesnt make you any less loved, and how “getting better” or being “cured” is not the end goal of mental illness narratives, sometimes you just need to be able to get through the day and that is OK. 

Hanks books are a trip and a half. “An Absolutely Remarkable Thing” and “A Beautifully Foolish Endeavor” are simultaneously the books that have made me the most afraid of the future, and the most hopeful for the future. I dont know how else to say it. Also. well. written. queer. women. HOLY FUCK. WELL WRITTEN QUEER WOMEN. WRITTEN BY A STRAIGHT WHITE GUY. How?? you ask??? because he fucking talked to queer women, hired sensitivity readers, and actually values the input of marginalized people and wants to represent them well. Read these books. 

3. This isnt even touching on all of the charity work that they do in which they NEVER CENTER THEMSELVES so im going to do it for them because they deserve some recognition for this. They are so generous with their time, attention, platform, and money in a way that i hope becomes more common, but damn, they are making concrete change in the world in a way that most people only talk about. and theyre DOING IT. 

4. THEIR FREE EDUCATIONAL CHANNELS. FREE EDUCATIONAL RESOURCES. FREE. EDUCATIONAL. RESOURCES. and thats not even close to all of them. They also make really great explainer videos on their main channel  about really difficult topics and they break them down into something you can understand. 

They are just earnest, silly, and interesting people who are committed to experiencing the world with curiosity and i could go on and on with the just-- fucking GOOD things both of them have done and people choose to ignore those in favor of laughing about the john green c*ck monologue and making up twitter style canceling manifestos based on not having read any of their books or having engaged with any of their content in any way and straight up garbage. I just think they deserve better than that. 

tldr: stop talking shit about the green brothers. ready for a keanu reeves style green brothers renaissance on this hellsite. 

#thank you for coming to my ted talk. #vlogbrothers #dftba #john green #hank green #john and hank #john and hank green #hank and john #nerdfighter #nerdfighteria

[husbandohunter]

hello! could i please request a fic where the reader isnt confident in their own looks and albedo helps them gain confidence with his sketches?? sorry i dont have very good ideas so you can change it around if you like-

feel free to ignore though ^^

True Beauty [Albedo x Reader]

Synopsis: To the eyes of an artist, there is no such thing as the unsightly.

Genre: Fluff

(A/n): Oh nonnie don't apologize, there is no such thing as bad ideas. This is ART (haha i derived the theme from your ask to this story) oh btw I did both narrative and bullet >.> Wordcount_0.8k

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 • Albedo wouldn't notice how insecure you are with your appearance, frankly he's too busy since they're not what attracted him to you in the first place. 

• (Consider he isn't aware of his OWN attractiveness. This man draws hilichurls for a hobby. Needless to say, appearance is merely just a physical form when his mission is to discover much deeper meanings.)

• But he is very observant. Albedo notices how you'd grab a mirror every 2 minutes and checking if your hair was out of place. Or watching you constantly powdering your face with makeup. It makes him feel….anxious. Like there is something wrong.

• Soon you tell him why and he's just so confused. As much as you both know he doesn't get the concept of appearance, Albedo still dislikes the bad habits you cultivated through your insecurities.

"Starlight, please refrain using these cosmetics from now on, I fear that it may irritate your skin."

• He's not good with emotions thus the only methods Albedo familiarizes himself with are acts of service. Provides alternative remedies such as a soft lotion made of Cryo slime condensates. Women often adorn themselves with precious jewels to feel pretty, uses his alchemy to create multiple for you to wear. Maybe you need some encouragement, a boost of morale. So…why is it that you don't believe him when he says "you look lovely today"

• He thinks of many ways to cure your anxiety, but so far none of them have been effective. Though the chief alchemist will never leave problems as they are. Especially when it comes to your own well-being. 

~~~~~~

If one were to gaze at the world through the eyes of an artist, all they can see is the beauty that carries within.

Within the cracks of ancient ruins as the buildings from old civilizations have long been forgotten. Within the barren wastelands where no life, not even a flower, could bear witness to it's cruel environment. Within the scars hidden deep in human hearts and marring the surface of their fragile skin. Yet despite it all, the artist believes that everything was still so beautiful.

"Are you sure about this?"

And you were no different from his philosophy.

"I don't see the problem. Hold still, you're fidgeting too much," Albedo remarks. He kept himself in a perfect stance with one clipboard balanced between his folded arm. Albedo was in complete focus, silent as if he wasn't there to begin with. The only noises heard were the satisfying strokes coming from his pencil tip and the harmonious sounds of nature sung by the birds and leaves rustling against the wind. 

It flies past your face. You felt strange. So often have you've been covering your skin using powder and pigment that when without them, you immediately thought a part of you was missing. Being this exposed to the naked eye, like having no clothes worn, you couldn't help but shiver when the breeze hits you again.

Though the man called your lover didn't simply leave you as it is. He came to you, asked you, would not take an answer any less than a 'yes'. He tucked a cecilia behind your ear and placed a garland atop of your head, handing you a bouquet to hold before instructing you to sit down as he carries away into his own work of art. Albedo shows his affection in subtle ways being a subtle man himself. Though, as small as they may be, you knew for certain that their meaning was much deeper than what they appear. 

"I'm kind of curious, what is it that you see Albedo? What do you see in me?"

Albedo knew the answer, he always does. Finalizing the last of his detail he tells you the truth, "As alchemist, we strive to create the perfect replica using the basis of life's very core."

You sweatdropped, "…Uh-huh," Where is he getting at?

"Allow me to demonstrate," he takes out a thin branch of a leyline, "Awakening life, breathing new life into fallen leaves. All of this is a process gone through understanding the fundementals derived from organic forms."

"….."

"However we can never capture the same essence of something created naturally," he lets the branch fade away from his fingertips, reducing to nothing but golden dust. Albedo spoke in a tone that was almost distant. His eyes far away, "It's impossible."

You watched the alchemist rise from his stool while making his way to your side. A homunculus and a human. He sat on the soft grass, adjusting himself to a more comfortable position, "Do you believe me now, Starlight?"

Taking the clipboard out of his grasp, you marvelled at his artwork.

"You are your true essence, something no one can take away from you, not even my drawings. To me, that is what I find the most beautiful."

#genshin impact #albedo x reader #genshin albedo #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #albedo #genshin impact albedo #genshin headcanons #nya writes #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines

[storysofmyown]

Hi. If you're taking requests could you do something with an MC who has trouble sleeping so just how the guys try to help them sleep/cuddle (basically fluff, lol). My biases are Lucifer and Beel but you could pick whoever. Thanks.

Oh I love this concept! Yes, absolutely dear!

Lucifer:

Lucifer was walking down the halls of the house of Lamentation making sure no one had sneaked out, when he passed your room and heard some shuffling inside.

He figured it would be for the best to check up on you, as he slowly knocked on the door and awaited to see if you responded, which you did a couple of seconds later.

The moment you opened the door Lucifer had to stop himself from chuckling at their state. Pajamas and messy hair as you looked at him with a frown and asked what he wanted. Lucifer would raise an eyebrow and ask if everything was okay, followed by you explaining that for some reason you simply couldn't go to sleep.

Lucifer smiled softly before nodding, telling you to go back in bed and that he would be back in a few minutes, and not daring to defy the Avatar of Pride, you did just that.

After a couple of minutes Lucifer knocked once again on the door, and came in after you told him it was unlocked, the divine aroma of tea invading your room as Lucifer sat beside you and gave you the cup.

“...this isnt the tea you once said would make me fall asleep forever, is it?” You asked, looking at him with tired eyes as the delicious aroma made its way to you.

“Would you like it to be?” You looked at him for a moment, only for him to smirk warmly. “Its just tea, it should help you relax.” With that, you decided to take a sip from the tea.

You dont know if it was the drink or the company, but soon enough you started to get sleepy, you went into a comfortable position and Lucifer put the covers over your body before walking towards the door.

Only for you to decide to grab his arm, sleepy eyes looking up at him. “...stay...”

This would get a heartfelt laugh out of Lucifer as he lays next to you on bed, a hand around your waist as he holds you close and kisses the back of your head softly.

“Sweet dreams” Is the last thing you hear before drifting to sleep in the demons arms.

Leviathan:

It was almost 3 am, yet Leviathan was still awake watching the newest episode from an anime he liked. The climax of the episode had just began when a knock on his door made him jump, making his phone fall. Leviathan glared at the door before getting open and opening the door, ready to yell at whoever it was that startled him.

But, he stopped himself at the sight of you, tired eyes and holding a pillow as you looked sheepishly away. 

“...i cant sleep...can i stay here with you?” You looked up at him, making Leviathans heart skip a beat and his otakuness remind him of all the anime where the protagonist fell asleep with their crush because of this exact situation. He couldn't answer you, so he just stepped aside to let you come in.

You two would just sit besides each other doing your own thing, he would be reading some manga while you peep over his shoulder, at some point your head would fall on his shoulder. Making the awkward demon turn bright red and look at you, poking your cheek.

“...did you really just fell asleep?” He would ask softly, not wanting to wake you up, once there is no response other than your soft breathing, Leviathan  would somehow manage to get the both of you in his “bed” (How does this boy sleep in a bathtub?) without waking you up.

He would close his eyes trying to fall asleep before he feels you shuffling around, a hand moving and resting on top of his chest as you head was gently placed on his arm, making the demon die of embarrassment for a second.

After getting used to the touch, Leviathan would place his hand on top of years and fall asleep like that, a happy smile in his lips. (Tho, dont complain if the next day you wake up with back pains, what were you expecting XD)

Satan

Satan was on his way back to his room when he bumped onto someone on the hallway. He would glare at the person before noticing its. His features would immediately change as he smiles. “Ah, apologies Mc, didn't see you there.” You would reassure him that’s its fine as he watches you rub your eyes. “Everything okay?”

“yeah...i just cant fall asleep.” Mc would frown at nothing, making Satan smile softly at them, taking their hand into his and leading them into his room.

“I have the perfect cure for that.” You followed the demon into his room, and sat on his bed once he indicated for you to do so, waiting a couple of seconds as he looked for something from all his bookshelves, only to make an “aha!” noise once he found it and turned around. “Found it.” Satan smiles as he sits besides you, a book in his hands.

“...are you going to put a spell on me to fall asleep?” You question, looking at him with a small smirk causing him to blush slightly.

“I would never use such a trick on you...” There would be a small silence as Satan looks away from the human, who s still smirking as their eyes are glued to the demon, he would clear his throat and face them once again. “I was actually thinking about reading for you a little. It helps me relax and i thought that it might help you fall asleep.” He explains simply. “Would that be okay?” His voice is soft as looks at you, only for you to nod and scoot closer to him.

Satan would get comfortable besides you, both of you resting your backs against his beds headboard while your head was on his chest, looking at the book he was holding with his left hand while his right hand was over your shoulders, slowly caressing your arm.

His soft voice and the words from the book, the lingering touches and the warm feeling would not take long before they made you fall asleep. Satan would notice almost immediately and smile softly at you, softly kissing your forehead before moving to be more comfortable and hold you closer, a happy humm would leave his lips before falling a sleep besides you.

Beelzebub

Beel was on his way to the kitchen for his midnight snack, when he ran into you. You were sitting in a chair starring at an empty glass with a tired expression, which made him frown and walk up to you.

“Mc?” He would call your name, announcing his presence before walking up to you. “Is everything okay?” His voice would be as soft as possibly as he brings a hand to your head, patting it slowly.

“I cat sleep.” You say simply, a sad expression as you are now leaning close to him, which Beel immediately takes as a sing of you needing a hug. He would wrap his arms around you, his big body immediately becoming a safe space as you melted into his arms, a tired sigh leaving your lips.

Beel would hug you for a long time, his head resting on top of yours as he refused to let you go, before he gets an idea. Carefully, he would pick you up bridal style. Asking you if it was okay and if you were comfortable before smiling and starting to walk towards your room.

Once inside, Beel would put you in bed and lay besides you, holding you tightly as he faces you.

“...you are always there for me when i get nightmares...o i want to be here for you as well.” his eyes meet yours before he smiles, his arms holding you even tighter, making you bury your head in his chest, a breathy laugh falls.

“You are so damn sweet.” Your hands wrap around him as well before you look at him, your faces close before he gives you a small peck, a blush dusting his cheeks before he proceeds to kiss you again.

“...try and get some rest, i wont go anywhere.” He speaks agaisnt your hair.

“...thank you”, that’s the last thing he hears, a couple of minutes later you managed to fall asleep surrounded by the warmth of the big demon as he carefully holds you.

Hope this meets your expectations and that you liked it! I tried to make it as fluffy and soft as i could but i don't have much experience in the fluffy part 😅 but i still hope this was enjoyable!

#obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebulb #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me headcanons

[lostmystyx]

Pls enlighten me with ur kankri Hot Takes I don't know alot about the dancestors 🙏🙏🙏

buddy i know EVERYTHING about the dancestors. everything. and im wrong about nothing. i have read meenahbound at least ten times and that is an underestimate and not a joke. i have read every single fucking word kankris ever spoken, even the tiny shit, multiple fucking times, because my dedication to my craft is nothing if not thorough and torturous. ive read every goddamn character analysis there is on kankri, ive seen all the posts, ive read all the fics (not rlly i love myself), and i can tell you for a fact that everything everyone tells you about him is fuckint wrong. i started studying his character because i was mad abt how ooc ppl made him and i just got madder. i learned how to write him. i perfected it. and i havent done it in years because i hate him and his fans so fucking much. the world is not READY for my kankri takes. they do not DESERVE them.

but i love it when ppl ask me things, so for you, anon, i will take the time to divulge some of my secrets. first off, kankri is a bonafide grade a fucking asshole, hes ableist and sexist and abt every -ist under the sun, and he hides biting remarks under layers of political correctness and ranting so that by the time he insults you youre too zoned out to notice. that said, hes also not an outright asshole, hes not blunt with his meanness, hes not straight up about it, and people who just make him an uncaring dick are ALSO wrong. its an extremely thin line to walk and everyone is falling off like a toddler on a tightrope. he cares, deeply, but hes also fed up with everyone around him (and for good reason, because all of the other dancestors are ALSO massive assholes). he cares about being pc more than he cares about the actual issues hes "fighting for," he makes some good points, and he also makes a lot of bad ones. sometimes hes right, and sometimes hes just so caught up in what i believe boils down to a form of self-loathing via extreme policing of himself and others that he says and does the stupidest things known to man that make me want to cut my own dick off and staple it to my forehead so he can call me a whore and a transphobe.

second, hes capable of not ranting. like, he can carry a normal conversation where he talks a normal amount. it happens. inevitably someone will say something that gets him going, but you know. not every sentence has to be an essay.

third, oh my fucking god if one more person writes some fucking shit where hes "cured" of being celibate i am going to print out and laminate cards that say "youre an aphobe" to pass out to the masses. kankri isnt aroace, hes clearly in love with latula and just has self-imposed celibacy on himself possibly bc he thinks its gonna keep him from mucking up his quads, but even though hes not, and even if he was, the way people handle his celibacy is disgusting and offensive. if you dont want to write him celibate just dont make him celibate and pretend that never happened. otherwise it plays into the "ace ppl just havent found the right dick yet" thing, which iS RLLY OFFENSIVE. this is like. one of my number one kankri pet peeves. ill kill someone over this. the sexually repressed kankri hc i constantly see sucks and is objectively wrong anf im going to rip the head off of the next person i see doing it like a rabid fucking dog.

im going to make this my last note on this, bc i already have a headache just thinking about kankri, but the way ppl characterize his interpersonal relationships is bad. its bad. his relationship with latula is a mirror of karkats with terezi, nothing more, nothing less. his relationship with porrim is fucking bad and unhealthy. porrim babies and infantilizes him and regularly crosses his boundaries, and i t hink (?? dont quote me on this one its been a minute) the only time he rlly gets angry and blows up at someone is bc porrims does something he didnt consent to. at the same time, hes rlly rude to porrim and says loads of bigoted shit to her and treats her like shit. hes super ableist towards mituna, thinks hes an idiot, and treats him like shit. he doesnt really have a good relationship with anyone, because everyone hates him and he hates everyone and all of the dancestors are lions in a cage without enrichment, pacing back and forth and wondering how much longer they can stand each other before one of them snaps and kills the rest (oh wait! damara and meenah kind of did already! and kurloz is actively plotting a second death!)

anyway yeah. this is less of hot takes and more of a list of my pet peeves but yeah. i hate kankri, actually, i think hes the fucking worst, and i obsessively know everything about him out of spite.

disclaimer tho: i like all homestuck charas as charas like its cool its neat theyre cool n i hate kankri like you hate a villain but also i hate the fandoms idea of kankri and i hate kankri fans and if youre going to comment on this post defending ur hcs dont

[homieswithhades]

you're one of the few i follow who talks about bucky and so here i am once again in your inbox because the whole way the MCU has approached bucky is just not it. you know? they wrote themselves in a hole. they don't know how to respond exactly with his popularity as a character and no homo'd his most important relationship so hard they're two dudes chilling in two different timelines because it's not gay. the whole 'made amends' thing is just wrong and terrible. bucky didn't do anything wrong! hydra did. hydra used him and yet the narrative has placed it on his shoulders. i enjoyed tfatws but i think there were quite a few odd character writing choices.

hiya !! lovely 2 see u in my inbox again <33

(two bros chilling in 2 different timelines cos theyre not gay killed me bdw)

oh 100% bucky has been mishandled by marvel, i wanna say since the very end of cacw. catfa bucky was splendid and amazingly written, super in character, like That's My Bucky.

catws bucky was obviously brainwashed but (even tho the russos had their grimy little hands on this one) again, amazingly written and handled esp thanks to seb.

it starts to go a little awry at the end of cacw. it was fine when bucky said "i dont know if im worth all this steve" nd steve replies "what you did all those years, it wasnt you. you didnt have a choice" bc this. THIS was the perfect way to be handling buckys trauma. and steve was the ONLY person who could do that. im sorry, but not even sam, whos a licenced councellor, could do that for bucky. the first red flag was before bucky went into cryo and NONE of his fears/feelings were dealt w beforehand. he just goes "i cant trust my own mind" and yoink into the freezer he goes! cacw wasnt terrible w handling bucky, but it did waste a lot of potential with discussing and exploring his character and what he went through. probably bc wuhhh a man cant have FEELINGS and GOD FORBID he show and express them in a HEALTHY WAY in a superhero movie !! (that should have been averngers: civil war, bdw. marvel u actually owe us ca:serpent society)

black panther end credits. what the fuck. is all im gonna say. russos overdosed on how can we make this guys "road to recovery" LOOK like its going like pure shit but not explain why, how, when, who and where.

infinity was a sorta a fucking joke iwel. there were some good parts like the steve and bucky reunion eg. "not bad, for the end of the world" (gives me catfa vibes 😭) and "steve?" being the last words bucky said before being dusted, ik bucky wasnt supposed 2 be the focus in this movie but the fact that they made him fight again after he was supposedly "cured" (see: "semi-stable 100 year old man") was cruel and lacked the exploration it needed to justify it.

endgame is self explanatory. shit movie all-round, pain for everybody in the audience!! it was more of a mishandling of steve rather than bucky, but if we're talking abt bucky specifically, he was more neglected than mishandled. not being bothered to do his metal arm? not showing us the convo he supposedly had with steve before he left? not showing us his reaction to steves joe biden cosplay? horrible. terrible, couldn't have gone worse. once again, seb did ALL the heavy lifting. he is 99% of buckys character.

all of this doesn't even take into account steve and buckys relationship. they are the absolute focal points of each other’s characters, and it was all not just swept under the rug, but the floor was then set on fire, the room burnt to a crisp, the house demolished and then launched into oblivion.

and now to adress what u actually asked, tfatws. i also enjoyed it, but that doesnt mean i think PERSONALLY that it was well written (and thats okay). i do understand it was supposed to deal w sam more than bucky, which it did, but if im being brutally honest, tfatws bucky didnt.... feel like bucky..... which isnt to say seb didnt do a good job, bc he carried what was left of buckys character from the writing, but it was like watching the wrong shoe being put on the correct foot, if that makes sense. bucky was treated like the bad guy, stoic and pissy. "guy with a staring problem", comic fucking relief. govt mandated therapy, constant dismissal, and being thrown back into a fights without it being acknowledged why first. i have no issue w characters who want to keep fighting regardless of trauma (see: john watson) but they NEED the verbal acknowledgement AND the right support system for that plot to be acceptable and sustainable. tfatws did none of that. they reduced bucky to Cap's sidekick again (even tho he wasnt steves sidekick, it feels like he is sams imo pls dont kill me 😭). none of what should have been dealt with was dealt with, because marvel tried to solve literally global, macro-scale problems without even acknowledging the ones at home.

as sweet and technically good the ending of tfatws was, it was badly writtten, at least for bucky. marvel will never climb out of the hole, to use your words, they wrote themselves into, because of 1) the thanos storyline, snap and blip (what the fuck marvel, genuinely) 2) timeline bullshit and 3) steve leaving.

its almost like his actual character development was put on hold for tfatws. it'll be forever up in the air, with no real closure, unless everything and more that i talked about is mentioned. he'll never have the ending he actually deserves.

please do remember, characters are supposed to have arcs, not 90 degree descents into the fucking ground.

#shit #long post #my bad 😭😭😭 #this is the stuff that actually shifts my brain into overdrive but i like talking abt it so thank u for this ask !!!! #buckybarnesss #i could genuinely write a dissertation on this and it would fucking bang #anyway i hope at least some of this makes sense #meta #marvel meta #bucky meta #hades' asks

[xxxtoony-brosxxx]

Haha some backstory bits for ZT

I looked at my self in the puddle of blackness surrounding me, but i couldn't see well...who am i? Im me, I'm Ezekiel...right? No,my eyes adjusted to the darkness, who? The reflection isnt me.

"Well well well, looks whose awake! If it isn't my project, ZTS05!"

The lights in the room flashed on and I see my dead body across the room from me... blood pouring from my body's eyes with the chest open revealing no heart

"N-no, this is just a nightmare!" I hold this new body's head feeling shaken up from the sight.

"My name isn't ZTS0 whatever! I'm Ezekiel!"

"No, not anymore can't you see, it was never meant to be. You won't be missed, you're uncle kicked ya out, your boyfriend and you dont get along, your family never wanted you. You had no one! Perfect for this experiment!"

"Wha- no! What am I?!"

"Now I have mastered the power of making a body out of a nonliving substance using a soul! How rich I'll be! Life forever through transfer! Well, these new bodies can die...but the transfer can continue as long as a soul exist."

I'm no longer Ezekiel... "N̸̐̉o̵̎̾ ̵̓̕ỳ̶̇o̷̕͝u̸̒̀ ̴̒́ä̶́̓r̴̓̀ẽ̵̉ ̶̀̓ṅ̴͝o̸̐̎ť̶̀"

...

I wake up in a cold sweat, glad that the rest of what happened didn't continue. I'm not Ezekiel, I'm now ZTS05 an experiment, a freak.

…

"How could you do this? Cato she was a kid! Not even an adult yet! How does this not bother you? To experiment this with a child?"

"He is almost was adult only a few months until, he, would be 18."

"He?"

"Yes he. So...you approve of this, only if it was an adult? Killing if fine to you?"

"Th-thar's not what I meant..."

"But thats what you said."

"..."

"ZTS our 5th attempt, ZTS05."

"How will you make..."him"...well stable? Haven't you seen how "he" is? How unstable?"

"I have my ways, if this works we can be something great! Now set up the room for the experiment."

"Yes sir..."

…

"Cato! He's doing it again!"

"What?"

"He's going crazy again! He killed three of our staff!"

"How? We chained him, muzzled him, and put one of those body things on him?"

"I-I don't know! I go to check on him and there was three dead bodies he glared over at me! I panicked and ran! I don't know if he got out...we was still chained..."

"Then go close the damn door! We cant have him escaping hes not ready yet!"

"Y-yes sir..."

…

The blasted demon took over me again, now they are hurting me...

"STOP IT BURN *gurgle* ST-STOP!!!"

They put me in a tank when I was half concious it was filled with holy water

"*cough cough* AHHHHHHH!!! PLEASE!"

I cried and screamed and struggled as multiple men were forcing me in the water causing me extreme pain

"You've done this to yourself"

"*hic* YA KNOW I CAN"T CONTROL IT *gurgle* PLEASE!!!! ARRGGHHHHH!!! *hic* AHHH!!!"

The water around me started to turn black from my slowly melting form I was in so much pain but they didnt stop

"*huff huff* PL-PLEASE!!! *hic* I-ITS TOO MUCH!!!"

The tears burned my eyes with the water they continued this until I passed out

...

"The poor thing..."

who-

"Hes evil he deserved it."

"He was made this way it wasnt his choice, look at him!"

I was on the floor surrounded by a huge puddle I was so tired and weak and in so much pain, I didn't dare move

"Please...not *hic* again...*sobs* please!"

"*gasps* Oh the poor creature!"

I notice the the man with her was one of the men, I felt the change start, I mentally screamed for it to stop then blackness

...

I was in the form of the blasted demon, I towered over the woman quietly, she shook in fear...please...i didnt mean to, i thought, as if she knew what i was thinking she relaxed,

" I̶͋͊ ̵̊͂d̶̀̓ỉ̶̖d̷̋̉n̵̈́͌'̵́͌t̸̔̅ ̷̬̚m̵̆͘ȩ̸̇a̴̓̔n̸̿̈́ ̵̪͘t̸̩͒o̷͚͛ ̸̤̆i̴̛̊m̷͋̋ ̷̪̐ș̶͂ȏ̸͑ŗ̴̅r̴̡͊ŷ̷̕!̸́̆ "

I went on my knees and wrapped my arms around her the form melting away, as I sobbed sore from everything, it took awhile but she hugged back

...

why did she hug back?

…

After putting me in the tank they thought how would it be like if they put me in a pentagram as tests to see my weaknesses

"*gurgle, drip drip* Ugh...pl-please *huff huff* s-so weak..."

"Well we need to know what harms you."

"Mgghh *gurgle* its l-like im drowning...in myself..."

"Interesting..."

"Please stop-"

I flop over trembling feeling weak, dizzy, like im drowning in my own liquids, head pounding...

"No, this is what Cato called for until you pass out. To see how long it'd take you to go out"

I continue to tremble more...

" Mmmm- *cough cough* i-its terrible- *gags* why do you do this..."

"It's my job."

My head began to pound more

"*whimper* M-my head-"

I try to reach for it but I was chained and couldn't reach as I look at the man wondering how someone is ok with seeing someone else's suffering as the pulsing pain got worse

"Please! *vomit* mmmf- *vomit* h- *huff huff huff*"

"I-"

"*whimper whimper* I've been good- for a whole month please- the demon hasn't hurt no one- *whine*"

"..."

I felt my body grow unstable and it hurt like hell

"PLEASE! STOP!"

He just writes something down as I feel my body melt away, I knew if I wanted this to stop I'd have to pretend to pass out not sure if I could but I tried

"...PLE-"

I pretend to pass out trembling and trying not to make any noise though it hurt so much it was hard but it was an attempt

"Hey! He's out get someone in here! He looks unstable! He could die!"

It worked-

I hold myself in place trying not to go stiff though all I wanted to do was scream curling up in a ball I try to slowly control my breathing as someone unchains me in my unstable postition I managed to pretend to be limp the hardest thing I think I've ever done

But at least I was out of there, I fall asleep tired but at least it wouldn't be so bad I guess as staying there until I pass out...

…

"We all walk amougst the angels and demons of this world...we see them like normal...but I dont, I see different people...but as of I, im a monster...a being of three worlds, but display two, that appears to others as one. A creature of sickness that should not be, a creature whose origins should be forgotten yet remain. I'm a monster...but that doesn't mean I hate it. I was never meant to be who I was, but I am not meant to be who I am. Perhaps this is for the better...I was weak, feeble, a fragile human, but now I fight back, I won't be mistreated as I once was. Thanks to you...but this curse shall not sprawl the world and be used as a cure for your weakness. The need for power and immortality, especially not for people like you...toxic human…

"W-wait no! Don't do this! I'm sorry!"

"Its too late...what has been done is done...good bye!~"

"AHHHHHHHH-"

"Its time for sleep. Enjoy your rest eternal.~"

I shift forms letting all of our anger out when I was through the room was a blood bath and I was covered in the substance, I look down at his battered body shredded to bits one of his cold dead eyes out of its socket staring at me as if accusing me of something, perhaps it’s just the inner guilt of what I did talking but I swear those eyes were going to haunt me forever, forever reminding me of my awful deeds I sigh softly and think to myself…

He'll never be able to hurt anyone ever again...I look down at the floor and go to open the floor boards lifting out a knife, "You poisoned me...for the money old friend, now I am your fucking cursed sickness that lives on, til I die, well i chose to live, i am the violence you created me to be! Toxic toxic toxic...it was fun to watch you beg for forgiveness...perhaps I am the villian now. But the fault is none of mine."

ŝ̴̊h̴̊̎i̸̐́ ̵̆͘e̷͆͘t̶͊̇a̵͋͝h̴͒͝ē̶̕s̵̄̾ ̸͑͘z̷̍́i̵̒̂ ̵̑̒ỏ̸̔e̵͌̕'̵͋͝r̴̄͠y̴̋̕u̸͋͗ ̵́̿r̷͑̔b̵̿̈l̵̆͗e̷͂͒p̵̀̔o̴̿͝m̴̛̚ ̸̓̆e̸͂͗ť̵́y̸̒̾ ̵́̓f̵̀̿i̷̅͐ ̴̊͗l̶͛͝i̵͌̑f̷̌̋ů̷͗l̸̈͋s̶̆͗l̷̂̓ ̵̈́͒v̸̊̀ỳ̷̈́o̴̍̉ ̸̀͘

#toony writes #ZTS05 #mafia au #tw abuse #tw abuse mention #tw blood #tw blood mention

[neverendingparable]

"Boss, if you would just listen-"

"I thought I made myself very clear. The experiments are on hold."

"But we've already gotten a new shipment and they're not going to last forever-"

EJ turns and his cold blue eyes sweep over the group of Mariellas pleading with him. They shrink back at his expression.

"I said. The experiments. Are. Halted." He repeats in a dangerous tone. He waits for a protest, just one more, to unleash his infamous rage on his unhappy servants.

None of them do, despite their obvious opposition.

He doesnt care about their opinions, however. They are meant to follow his orders - instantly - without question. This is one of the reasons why he has managed to run his operation for so long.

Jon contemplates returning to his personal room, but knows that he is too distracted to read over his notes and sleep is far from his grasp. He dreads the nightmares that will come when he eventually does pass out.

Perhaps he should focus his efforts on keeping his dreams at bay for now. Crafting around will give him something to do while he figures out how to get himself out of his current...predicament.

There is not a moment that goes by where he doesnt think about what happened a week ago. The feeling of Maelle's blade entering his body, as if he was made out of nothing but soft pliable sand, is still fresh as ever. The stab didn’t hurt his abdomen, but he would take the feeling of being ripped apart over this any day.

He thought he knew what torture was. After all, one could argue his experiments were based on it, picking apart his subjects minds and bodies, seeing what reactions were satisfactory and how far he could push until they succumbed to one thing or another.

But this— this is worse than anything he ever experienced in his life. Worse even than being pitied.

His soul feels like it is being cooked alive, stewing in emotions that both anger and scare him.

He has never felt guilt before. It sits inside his rib cage like glowing hot coal, uncomfortable at best and painful when there is a lull in his distractions. No matter how he turns or twists, it refuses to dislodge itself. 

It’s just as much violating as it is suffocating and so far, he hasn’t found a way to escape the discomfort.

As he enters his laboratory to clear the desk of his previous projects and start finding a hopefully permanent cure for dreams, he is distracted from his thoughts by a muffled gasp of surprise.

And when he glances over his shoulder, it is the last person Jon expects to see.

The ex-fusion Stanley, who had spent months escaping his facility, only to return nearly two years later with a new shadowy friend to steal some medical supplies for unknown reasons. Back then Jon had welcomed their presence (annoying shadows aside) as it had helped him capture a new object of interest, the being that called itself God.

The Masochist had spent every moment he was in Jon's presence letting him know just how much he hated it. But now he's back, once again standing before the exhausted Vichtel.

Jon wonders if his masochism has gone too far. Perhaps it is exciting for him, returning to the place of his most traumatic memories.

The Masochist looks around as if contemplating how to escape now that he's been caught, but Jon isnt interested today. He ignores him and returns to his desk, shoving the notes and books aside.

"If you are going to go, just go." He says after a moment of pause.

"So it is true," Maso replies. "You were stabbed by that guilt-y sword."

"I am not in the mood for a conversation."

Maso glances at the vent he came out of, but Jon can tell he is too curious to leave yet. Just his luck.

He doesnt call the Mariellas though, not wanting to deal with their silent judgement of their Boss's sudden change in character.

"Soooo, do you regret kidnapping Stanleys?" The Masochist steps to his desk and despite his wariness, he’s wearing a conceited smile. "Do you feel guilty for making me? I hope so. Not like it would change anything, but I want to imagine you sitting there suf-fer-ing~"

Jon eyes him up and down. "I do regret making you, but not because I sympathize with how much it must've hurt to be violated in every aspect of your nature." He says. Guilt or not, the Masochist is still annoying enough that Jon takes quiet satisfaction in watching that smile become strained with poorly hidden anger.

"I wanted to make a perfect fusion of two men in one, yet I just made a monstrosity of some sort. Useless, loud, obnoxious. I should've exterminated you instead of keeping you around like a screwed up trophy."

"Too bad, but I don’t care about your pity party." Maso puffs out his chest. "I became pretty cool, actually. I have many arms, an interesting body I can use for cheap party tricks to impress cuties aand I have the best of both world from Bradley's and Stellan's personalities."

"Your fake bravado doesnt impress me," Jon snaps. "And you aren't truly a fusion anymore. You are more Spencer than you are Sommers, you know this. You just want to make yourself more interesting than you are."

"Go back to feeling like shit, Jon."

Maso turns on his heels. Jon opens his notebook to a blank page, but then stops as a thought occurs to him.

"What if I can unfuse you?" He says suddenly.

He hears Maso pause.

"I still have the machine. I could return you back to normal."  If he could reverse his mistakes, starting with one of his biggest, perhaps that's enough to make the nagging guilt stop. Enough for him to stop thinking about it. 

He spares a glance at Maso, who is studying him with an unreadable expression. 

After a long moment of silence, he finally speaks up. "I'd refuse, Jon. I don’t want to return back to normal and forget this ever happened, because it has happened and no amount of body modification can change it. That's why I never let anyone ‘fix’ me."

He hesitates, then sighs.

"Not like I give a shit about your guilt. You can rot in here crying about how idiotic you were for all I care. But you don’t fix your mistakes by covering them up and pretending they never happened. You have to own up to them, otherwise you're just a coward. And then you can try and figure out how to proceed. My advice is stop pretending like you're something special and just go talk to some people who aren’t Mariellas."

Jon finds himself staring despite himself. He wants to ask what Maso means and exactly how he can talk to anyone if they either treat him like a god or the devil himself, but the words are stuck in his throat and suddenly the idea of embarrassing himself is worse than the guilt.

He lets himself form a familiar scowl instead.

"Get out of my Office before I pump the vents full of pesticide, you abhorrent thing." He snarls at the Masochist.

Maso just sticks his tongue out in the most childish way possible and swings himself back into the vents.

He considers going through with his threat but decides he doesnt want to find out what happens if he angers the shadows as well.

So he grabs the notebook again and starts scribbling down outlines of his new experiment until his eyes hurt too much to keep open. In his dedication to stay distracted, one thing slips his mind completely.

What was the Masochist doing in his lab in the first place?

#drabble #evil!jon #the masochist #yes he was stealing something again

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Bio! Dad Strange part 8

This is just a bunch of random things that amuse me from this au, i will try to keep them in a coherent order but no gaurantees.

Everyone in Marinette’s friend group (Max, Kim, Alix, Nino, Sabrina and (somehow) Chloe) has at least one color unique to them, some with a secondary or pattern, to show that they are psuedo-family.

Chloe mentioned the idea after listening to Adrikins go on about anime magic girls and go off on Sailor Moon for too many days.

The group starts it as a joke—if you dont wear your color, you are mad at someone in the group enough to disown them. Wearing someone else’s color meant you saw them as really close compred to the others. Wearing all of the colors meant you felt very loved by the group and are proud damnit!

Chloe picked yellow, and added stripes as her pattern just incase they added another yellow later.

Sabrina demanded purple and argyle patterns as hers. Why? “Purple is mystery i will solve them all!”

Max picked green and decided collared shirts were his domain. Sabrina and him foght over this sometimes, as ‘no we both like this, Not eachother.’

Kim called Red and yellow, since he likes chlow he called her color as his secondary.

Sabrina picked up on the meaning and so did Nino. It didnt register for Marinette, Nino and Max.

Chloe claims this is why she wanted a pattern too.

Alix demands black as her color, despite Max’s protests that no, black is not a color. Alix says she’s all the colors as black, and picked stripes as her pattern like Chloe. Alix has her stripes as knit fingerless gloves, while Chloe wears hers as a shirt.

Nino call blue, and specified his hat as proof of friendship. When he is mad at them he doesnt wear it and everyone assumes a war is going on between him and someone. He forgot it one day and everyone was worried.

Marinette kicks kim and says she wanted Red. In the end she agree to either red or oink—depending on whatever rules her parents made about her wearing any color too much. She picked her signiture flower design as her pattern.

Why is this important?

Becuase now whenever any of them dont wear one if these colors or patterns visibly, it means someone did something and the school intervenes.

So the day Marinette came in early with a too big faded red hoodie and Kim was late without his red on, there was Tension.

He chases Marinette to get his hoodie back. She refuses, dodging and weaving until he ends up in the art class and Oh.

Marinette chucks a better red hoodie sweatshirt at him while saying “this should stop the shippers!”

No one but Chloe and Sabrina knew what that meant. Both were embarassed. They mentioend people thought Kim was crushing on her since his hoodie was getting pinker, and she did wear a lot of faded reds and pinks.

It did not stop the shippers. Only made them swap from romantic ship to ‘oh god these are destructive sibling cinnamon rolls’.

Becuase kim almost crying while tackling Marinette in a hug, in public, while Marinette goes off on him having bà’s hearing and squirming to escape and start another game of chase?

Intense ‘dorky brother loves his new sister who wants to play not be mushy in public’ energy that no one was stopping.

—

For those wondering, yes these kids have group sleepovers—boy’s night, girl’s night and ‘everyone night’ usually at Marinette or Chloe’s for the everyones. Yes, these are weekly.

—

Chat noir keeps trying to claim Marinette’s room as his part of the miraculous team’s base.

In this au both he and Ladybug have chosen weilders for various miraculous. They are partners but do lead two teams—Marinette’s focused on support, civlians, and strategy and his focused on combating akumas.

Due to this, Ladybug has a team she oversees, and Chat has a team he oversees.

Fu uses this to decide which would make the better gaurdian, as he trains them both here.

Marinette regrets being the only weilder Tikki approves of weilding her due to how the Cure works is people died. Marinette has to relive their death and decide if they should come back or not (was it too truamatic to go on after living it herself? Did they want to live? Questions like that are hers to answer). She is happy to share her job as Ladybug with other ladybug weilders, but is the only one who can cast the cure if there’s death involved.

Adrien is known to not be a perfect fit for the Black Cat, and he agrees that if a better cat comes along, he will give up his role as Chat Noir but not as a member of the team. Fu admits to him he’s a peacock more than cat early on, and while adrien loves plagg—that’s his cat-god-dad—he knows as a guardian trainee he has to do what’s best for the kwami and Paris. He agrees to training potential cats as Aspik until they can find, reclaim and fix the peacock.

Identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir are kept from each other to prevent them being an easy target for the Hawkmoth in this au. Others can know, but unless they weild a miraculous its dangerous given Nooroo’s weilder is their foe. Also name drops can be a thing and its bad all over.

Marinette is insistent on the secret identities being kept as she doesnt want to compromise her identity as a civilian that is not a meta when Ladybug is a known meta. The Miraculous she’s iffy on, and Tikki admits thst if they werent facing Nooroo, it was normal for all weilders to know eachother’s identites for covers and alibis and such.

Chat is upset about this until she mentions how metas are treated and her being out as a meta as ladybug but not as a civilian and why. Then he’s pissed at the govenrment and starts helping out at protests and crashes anti-meta rallies in Paris on Ladybug’s behalf, and points out that if it wasnt for a tiny meta none of them would be alive after syrenx, so shut up. He accepts her stance and only asks if he can tell her his identity when hawkmoth is done for.

Marinette agrees to post-hawkmoth reveal between them. Their teams hate that only the bugs and cats cant know each other’s identities as bugs and cats. Miraculouses are swapped like candy here, so you may know one hero is also another hero but not civlilin id or vice-versa

Yeah, writer salt here rather than character salt. Especially to how the characters were treated.

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On Marinette’s powers, she does have them escalate as she grows and doesnt use her treatments. She takes her meds to prevent this as she’s already scared if her abilities when she leaves them unchecked for too long.

Her treatment is mircodosing kryptonite to keep the kryptonian part from taking over completely. She has all the abilities only when she’s more kryptonian than human cells at the time. Kryptonian cells multiply faster which is why she heals faster.

Max is the only one that she knows knows about her powers in Paris.

Sabine is implied to have an inkling but she ignores her own inkling often. Marinette thinks her mom is pretending she doesnt have powers.

Tom does notice but has no idea how to help, so he’s a cheerleader dad and helps her hide damage sometimes. They have a pact that they dont talk about the time she flipped him, and he fixes whatever she broke, no questions asked.

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Side thing but when the miraculous come into play, warning that i will use character non-hero name for what they’re thinking and saying, while their hero-name is for what they are phsycially doing, as some will change mid-fight.

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Hey i know this wasnt the expected update, but its more idk how to do Jason as Red Hood finding Marinette again.

First option is he was hunting strange, saw a picture of her on his desk and she calls strange asking about jow she should keep hiding since the restrictions just got worse on metas and she’s scared and ‘are you sure i cant just stay in Gotham? I...i dont feel safe here anymore’ and then Jason going on a Quest to find her in Paris, weird-happy reunion, and he goes back to Paris to live with Strange and work on things as Red Hood where Marinette can’t—mainly ground work. She helps him coordiante with the batfam via Tim, and handles gang attack coordination between Gotham Police, Batfam, Jason and RKC. Zsasz calls Jason his apprentice and trains him on hitman etiquette, guns, and yes, his signature form of ‘conditonal promises’. He was given League of Assassin Training, just cant recall it actively (talia gets memory magic becuase i said so. Blocked it until it would be safe for Jason to process here). He does not go to school, he just tracks down who he wants and ensures they cant hurt people. Is a bit obsessed with this when Marinette and Rose dont stop him by force.

Second Option is they both are targetting the same gang and their bust night is the same. Marinette helps him out in her Harley knock-off outfit (new and improved) while she evacuates the girls making the drugs, and Jason is just hunting dealers to find the drug den, finds a small girl dangling a major drug dealer, while Rose is there with the others tied up in plants. He gets caught by Rose, who recognizes his mark. He doesnt remember much about who he was as Robin, mostly as Red hoodie and is so confused. Marinette claims him as her brother and from there Rose takes on a new brother, dumps him on Strange as ‘i am many things, but i dont think i can handle memory loss and whatever happened to him. You do, so fix it.’ Strange winds up adopting him and Tom and Sabine encouraging him to add them as legal gaurdians. Here Jason is listed then on as Tod J. Smith—he cant remember his name in the right order so that’s what he got. His red hood outfit is revamped by Marinette, who coordinates his attacks on gangs with Batman’s, Gotham Police’s, and the RKC’s attempts at gang busts to maximize gang minimization. Somehow Joker starts helping J as a fellow J-J in Marinette’s life, with Zsasz claiming Jason as his apprentice. He does remember the League Training, but isnt sure if he was Robin and if he could be again if he was given that he was a their and kills the worst of the worst (mostly) of his own volition. Here is does go to school in Gotham.

In both Gina kidnaps him for chrismas with the family like she does with Strange. In Both he’s a teen still (hasnt aged since the Pit) and it takes Marinette and Tikki working together so he can later on (maybe? Idk on that point)

Comment which option you like better, becuase i cant choose.

And yes, rogues will be involved again soon.

@ilovefluffbutsmutisalsogreat @dast218 @weird-pale-blonde-person @mystery-5-5

#maribat #maribat au #bio!dad au #bio!dad strange #my au #my ideas #ml au #marinette strange dupain cheng #marinette strange dupain cheng part 8 #paris powers and polls oh my

[nessaiscute]

Another fall fey drabbe

you should say your final goodbye. 

those words made me feel hallow, i stood there next to the bed of my wife, my queen. as she was dying... she was going to pass and there was nothing I could do to stop it. No quest, no going to the end of the world. I... I never thought this would happen, I thought that her becoming the iron queen would make her immortal. That nothing could touch her, but then she got sick. and now.... I have to say goodbye.

Her eyes slightly opened and depiste how painful it was for her she slightly cracked a smile, “Youre still as handsome as you always are.”

I chuckled even though my heart was tearing apart, this was a cruel joke. It had to be, shes immortal! How did she get sick?? it dosen’t make any sense! I.. feel so empty right now.

“Don’t make that face....” Meghan barely coughed out, “These things just happen....”

“I don’t want them to ‘just happen’. I want you to get better.....”

Meghan had a sad look in her eyes, “I’m sorry Ash, but....all things die Its the natrual order of things.”

She reached for my hand and I softly clutched it, holding it firmly. she smiled again, even as an aging woman shes still the most perfect beautfuil being ever. I still find myself gasping for air at the very glimsp of her smile. Her blue eyes although not as bright still shone as she looked at me. I don’t deserve you Meghan, you could of had any man you wanted (or woman for that matter) yet you chose me. I... pleaes dont leave me....

“Meghan....” I mummered so low I didn’t even realize i was speaking, “How am I suppose to live without you. How is this kindgom suppose to live without you? we... I need you.”

“Ash.... if there was a way to stay with you I would but....there is no cure for this. I... feel myself slipping. I... can’t hold on anymore..... Ash, you must live. You must protect our people. For me....”

If this is a sick joke its not funny, was I foolish to think this could last forever? Did I forget the curel tricks of the fey? I kissed her hand, “I promise I’ll protect our kindgom but....don’t ask me to fall in love with another person.”

“Ash...”

“Don’t..... Please.... I can’t... I can’t love anyone but you. I can be an iron king but i can’t be anything other then your man. You have my whole heart. no one can even come close.”

“Ash...” Meghan grunted, “To be alone for so long....”

“This isnt the end Meghan. When the kingdom is settled im going to find you, I will chase your soul to the very towers of heaven or the bowls of hell.[I love you.... Please wait for me.”

Meghan finallly had a grin, “I expet no less from my husband. Very well, I’ll be waiting. I.... love you.”

And with that Meghan closed her eyes and passed on. The iron queen was no more. and...for the first time in my life.... I cried. I rested my head on your chest and cried. That heart of gold finally stopped beating....

and I was all alone....

My eyes opened wide and I found myself in mine and Meghan’s bedroom, what the heck?

I scanned around the room, no sign of Meghan or anyone for that matter. Please say that was a dream please say-

The bedroom door opened and in came my queen, “Good morning sleepy head. Are you okay?”

Meghan!!

I got out of bed cupped her face in my hands and kissed her softly. she was tooken back for a split second but kissed back. I tasted the cotton candy lipstick, feeling my soul rise for the first time today. I felt the suspirse come from Meghan.

I pulled back and I saw the susprise look in her eyes, “What was that for?”

“That.... was me realzing it was a nightmare. It was.... Im so happy you’re here.”

“Well given how many times I scare you I think its fair you deserve a scare or two. Do you need me to call off? Are you gonna be alright?”

I chuckled, “I’m fine. go ahead and do your duties. But...can we go on a date later?”

Her eyes gleamed, “Of course.”

#Fall fey #you thought it was gonna be full angst #hahah #enjoy #Meghan Chase #Ash Chase #Iron Fey

[finsterhund]

Thinking

The reason I've been so depressed this past week is because I'm getting too old. It's frightening. Extremely frightening. I haven't mentally aged (beyond getting wiser and having more experience) since I was about 8 or 9 but my legal age, and more pressingly, my body have. And the fact that I am a very sickly person means that I'm aware of my mortality more than most people are. I can ignore it most of the time but now it's just sorta snuck up on me and I'm terrified. My bones are getting weaker, my chronic pain worsens, the flare ups when the air pressure changes are getting to the point that it can keep me off my feet when it happens.

I'm also aware of the fact that especially since moving up north that I don't have hardly any friends in real life within visiting range. I don't have people who can come over and hang out. Not only that, but I really can't deny how not having friends who will actually play with me, legitimately, actual play engagements, really does get me down more than I let on. Running around and having adventures and acting out fun elaborate stories like some sort of live action role playing isnt something I've actually gotten to do in a very very long time, because that's something most people grow out of incredibly quickly. I'm just sorta, starved for emotional stimulation, attention, and experiences. There really isn't a cure for this either.

Being stuck unable to mentally mature means that after a certain point socializing in a way that is natural for me becomes impossible. It's a very lonely experience and tbh it's made my depression a fair bit worse.

I also fear that me not getting access to medical attention is going to eventually mean i won't be able to at all and that it will be too late.

I'm just such an extremely lonely person, and I guess that's making the fact that I have a trauma disorder worse. Lack of mental stimulation means there's nothing to keep the voice of "hyperarousal" (stupid name for it but that's the official one) away.

I have trouble playing games and watching movies because my life just is so empty so much of the time that they're not enough to sedate how rabid my brain gets. I can't focus on things.

I'm sure I'm thinking so much about these things because my friend will be gone for a whole month and all that.

I got a large dog helium balloon that is very nice that I want to try to photograph. I am staring at it and it helps me feel better.

I keep thinking of how my birth mom is trying really hard to coerce me back there but I know I won't be healthy because she puts things above my personhood and safety. But the desire for parental affection is really strong.

I think first thing I need to get my friend to help me with when he gets back is to finally put me back on some sort of medicine for my disorder because although things weren't perfect back in like 2015 things felt easier to manage. But I think that was also because more things were going on in my life too.

I think it's that I know I should be making the nost of the time I have left but I'm incapable of doing things by myself.

My brain keeps beobg drawn back to the 90s where I can pretend I had a better childhood with better parents and everything appeared as if it was so much more simpler back then.

I'm sorry I've latched onto beanie babies so tightly that's just the biggest manifestation of that. I need too get back into the swing of drawing HoD fan art and scanning my traditional commissions but I'm realizing that I crave physical stimuli in life. The beanies are physical toys with more textile variation than copies of the game or digital stimuli. Its why I latch onto stuffed Whisky so much.

I think something that would really help would be to fix up vintage toy dogs and get them collars and stuff like that. I feel the failure with the baking soda upset me a bit too much.

I hope everything goes back to normal. I wish I could be self sufficient.

Also world news is very dark and depressing, bad people in the world, fears about the future of the websites I use, friends disappearing, me having to use a computer that isnt the best, just a bunch of factors that I guess tire me out.

My one friend says I need a vacation. Just the ability to go to one of those bright beaches with lots of sand and sit on a chair and drink iced tea and then play in the shallow water for a bit. That sort of thing. Not have to worry about money or anything. Just running around on the beach and having fun. I'm actually scared of the ocean and dont go swimming very much because of my pain but the cliche vacation still sounds very appealing. Just like going to Disneyland or going to Europe does. I wish I wasn't so blegh that I could go to water parks and stuff but that is very situational and health permitting. As is playing in snow. I'd like to go camping too.

Anyways, have a ded Andy.

Idk I'm going to try to sleep now. It's very hot here.

#text post #negative #long post

[tumblunni]

I had a kinda weird but nice daydream last night. It was more of a daydream cos i was concious enough for it to make a little sense, but also drowsy enough that its a bit more incoherant and Edgy than my usual oc thoughts

I just got the sudden strong imagery of a guy walking through a destroyed town and all the dead people blossoming back to life as he passes

And i kinda thought a backstory for him maybe? He's an alchemist who devoted himself so much to honing his craft that he used himself as a test subject for all the most dangerous and heretical experiments and is now barely human anymore. One detail i could remember is that he had empty eye sockets that glowed, and sometimes spurted out into huge gushing tendrils of blue flame that twined around his head and wiggled like antennae. They'd kinda replaced his entire nervous system so if he wiggled them he could just sense all the facts about an object. Spirit sight or something? And probably some cool singular claw arm in a lopsided frankenstein aesthetic or something. Basically he's nothing more than Pure Poison Itself vaguely wrapped in a human shell. Like an undead look but more like a boneless husk whose skin has turned to cracked porcelain.

The backstory behind him making so many sacrifices for science is that his mum died of the plague when he was a vvery young child and he wants to become the world's best doctor who can save everyone from meeting the same fate. And he actually achieved his goal of defeating death itself, even if all he could do was turn himself into such an abomination that he can never die. Now he's travelling the earth trying to save people even though theyre all scared of him, while also trying to figure out which mixture of the million experiments he did on himself finally achieved this result.

I think maybe he can sorta partially manage to ressurect people? Like they come back as ghosts or skeletons or vampires or something. And he's all weeping with guilt that he's sentenced them to the same monsterous life as him but then a little kid hugs him for bringing her mom back. *sniff*

Also i think maybe he has a kid sidekick that he's sorta adopted as a little sibling? They were one of his earlier attempts to raise the dead, and they got ostracized by their parents for being unholy and stuff. So he adopted them, but he's always trying to find another family that can adopt them cos he feels like he isnt good enough. Also, ghost dog!! He accidentally spilled his magically-charged abomination blood onto his childhood pet's ashes and it came back in a spooply form! I just imagined his sheer unrestrained joy and weeping as the lil guy immediately recognises its owner all grown up and jumps up all happy like YOURE TALL NOW HEY HEY LETS PLAY! This poor dude needs a little relief from his angsty life honestly. I imagine him just running around super 100% hyperactive happy with this little pupper and adoptive sibling who's never seen him not being grumpy and sad is like "oh my god he's been replaced by aliens"

ALSO!! I WAS THINKING!! YES!! THE MUM DOES COME BACK!!

I was thinking that probably using his imperfect ressurection power costs a lot of his energy and he has a problem with being so self sacrificing he always ruins his health for the sake of others. He's like 'well i cant stay dead so i may as well die as many times as possible to help people'. Him coming home riddled with arrows and collapsing into a bloody pile at his sibling's feet and then in the morning when he's still stuck in bed sleeping off the enormous pain he cant understand what his sibling is upset about. Like he has no value in himself because he's so guilty that he hasnt finished the ultimate panacea yet. Disregarding the fact that nobody even asked him to, and he's already done so much to help so many peopke!! TAKE CARE O YOU SELF, BRO!!

Anyway, where was i?

Oh yeah! Well i was thinking maybe he was doing some mass healing in a town somewhere. Cos oh yeah even his regular cures for stuff are still made with his own blood. He's like a walking vessel for every poison ever made in this world or the worlds beyond. ELDRITCH ASPIRIN MAN! oh actually it could be a cool aesthetic to have him all bandaged up like an edgy anime character

WHERE WAS I

Oh yeah! Well he's super mega exhausted from expending all of his magical energy and working until the crack of dawn. So he's stumbling home down the same usual route, but he passes out halfway there. And then he wakes up to see his mother tucking him into bed and bringing chicken soup. Like "I DUNNO IF IT WORKS FOR MAGICAL SICKNESS I AM VERY CONFUSED OKAY" Turns out that just by pure coincidence he'd accidentally found the spot where the mass grave for plague victims was made back in the day. And he's extra super mega sick now cos he subconciously reached out to their souls and ressurected them in his sleep. And he's just weeping so much cos he thought he'd never find her and he's guilty he subjected her to a life of being an undead monster too, and he's like 'dont look at me ive changed so much you must be ashamed' and just MAXIMUM EMOTION OKAY!! And also 'oof ouch my everything' cos flailing around panicness aint good in your condition, dude!

So big happysad reunion and him having the longest most peaceful nap he's had in years, lost in distant memories of her reading him bedtime stories as a child. (Maybe even wakes up as she's reading a bedtime story to little sib, and gets so emotional he wakes them up with his sobbing?) And its not all perfect, there's a bit of a rift in the way of just being perfevt family again cos well its been so long and he's grown up and its basically like meeting a new person and starting over. Yet also with all the pressure of knowing how things used to be and being terrified of messing up. ALSO there are like fifty other zombies walking around outside confused as fuck! I think maybe the mum becomes the new mayor of a weird little shanty town that springs up overnight and the neighbours are all like 'what do we do with suddenly acquiring a new trade route with another city state' and also 'AAA ZOMBIES'. Complex futures await out heroes! But i have faith that this little awkward family will make it work!!!

[gothic-chicanery]

The Diary of Dr. Elena Rosewood

Horror one off story. I’m putting it under a cut

TW for blood, death, and disease

12/14/37

Sent to quarantine, and am currently kicking myself. I tested positive for the disease and the police didn’t listen to my explanations. Now I am without my lab and test instruments, and the data gathered will be strictly qualitative. Damnit.

Of course, this may be a blessing in disguise, as the effects of the vaccine will be able to be seen firsthand, and I’ll have to worry less about my own credibility. Though as a medical doctor who has spent years studying this disease, credibility was never too much of a worry.

I just hope someone takes care of my cats.

No symptoms so far, though that is expected. The incubation period is usually about a week, but this may be altered by the fact that this is a weaker strain that will be easy for my body to fight off. Maybe I will not have any symptoms at all. One can only hope I suppose.

12/16/37

A man leaned into me while I took my daily exercise yesterday, so close that his nose almost touched mine. Dark red sclera showed he was in the later stages of the disease. “We all have it in here,” he growled. “We are all infected.” His breath smelled awful, a mix of metallic and rot, as if someone had shot a deer in a penny factory.

“Yes,” I said slowly. “That is essentially the point of a quarantine.”

I’ve decided to keep mostly to myself from now on.

This story has very little to do with the scientific side of my work, but it is an anecdote that I think would provide quite the cinematic moment when there is a biopic made about me. I mean, the person who discovered a vaccine against the blood plague (though I always hated the sensational nature of that name) will surely get some sort of film recognition.

When I get out, of course, I’ll remove this section. But I believe it is best to be honest to yourself. The rest of the world can get the cool, collected scientist.

Asymptomatic probably still. I thought my sclera looked a little redder, but that may be more easily attributed to confirmation bias or the quality of the mirrors here. It’s a wonder I can see my reflection at all through the graffiti. Wishing I was home. Accurate testing equipment wherefore art thou? My ex, I’m sure, would correct me. Wherefore apparently means why even though it has a where in it. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why you never should date English majors. And they say scientists have sticks up their ass.

12/20/37

Definite redness now. I guess it was too much of a long shot that I wouldn’t end up with anything happening. I can’t decide which looks better, a miraculous recovery, or to never get sick at all. I think this. Looks like I’ve suffered more.

Though of course, this isn’t about me. It’s about all the people that I will be keeping safe from the disease.

12/25/37

Well. Merry Christmas to me. I’m Rudolph the Red-Eyed Fucking Reindeer. Disease taking hold. I think it’ll get worse before it gets better, damn it. It’ll definitely get better though. I’m confident in my own intelligence, if nothing else. I had hoped to be out of here before Christmas, but I guess that’s too much to ask for.

I’ve started tasting blood.  Every meal seems tainted metallic, though that might actually improve the shit they have us eating. It’s all frozen and half rotten, bottom of the barrel kind of stuff. I guess that makes sense, why waste the good food on those of us that are going to die anyway? I mean, I won’t. But for the rest of them, why bother. There is no cure for the blood plague. Even I’ve only managed to come up with a vaccine.

1/3/38

I lost my journal. No, more accurately, it was stolen by the motherfucker from before. More accurately, he stole it, bled on the pages, and then threw it outside the fence. I have no clue why. He’s bad, blood streaming from his eyes and lips. I could barely make out what he was trying to say, every time he tried to speak, blood dribbled out. Not that I cared what he had to say. I’d imagine he only had days left.

My own condition isn’t getting better, though it hasn’t gotten noticeably worse. Small amounts of blood in my mouth, my spit has been slightly tinged pink for the last few days. I calculated the turnaround though. It should be any day now. Any day…

I debated whether or not to write down how I’m writing this, as my journal is no longer here, and decided why not. It’s blood on my wall. I know what you’re thinking, that i’ve likely gone insane, that the blood plague is taking hold. It’s not, I can promise you that. When you look at it, it’s perfect logical.

My top priority is information. I have to record these events so that the process of my vaccine can be documented and studied. As a scientist, I know the most essential thing is data. I need to be able to provide that. I’ve just been forced to use alternative methods.

He would’ve died anyway. There is no cure for the blood plague, and he barely had days left. Something that saves lives is more important than the death of one man, I know it seems macabre but he would’ve died in days. Is it really even a murder when you’re both on death row?

He is.

Was.

I’m not. I’m going to live.

It wasn’t hard, really, to kill him. He wasn’t strong, and it was quite easy to split his head open. The blood just mingled with what was already on the floor and walls, have I mentioned this place has gotten disgusting with all the blood. Dragged him to my room, dipped my finger in, and began writing.

I don’t want this to sound horrific. It’s not. I distanced myself from things, made the matter merely academic. When dissecting something, you don’t contemplate the pathos, you just analyze. That is merely what I’m doing. He would’ve died soon anyway.

1/11/38

The body stinks to high heaven and I can barely get enough blood to write with without a few maggots or flies crawling over my fingers. I need to remain objective but they are truly disgusting.

Blessing in disguise, perhaps, my own eyes have begun dripping. My mouth too, though that’s diluted. I can keep writing. I will document this. I will wait for my body to fight off the vaccine, for immunity to kick in. I will be the one to figure it out I will be known I will be a savior

Just a little longer

#horror #writeblr #my writing