#re-written

[my-own-au-my-way]

Splinter family prologue

It was the coldest of Winter days ever recorded in the history of New York City, the weather was no different in the City of the Youkai.

Splinter or formerly Lou Jitsu as he was known in his gladiator days was now a mutant himself, he was taking care of four turtle eggs that fell victim to the mutation experiment done by Baron Draxum. He blamed himself for this incident, it haunted him every night. The only small mercy was that the eggs were unharmed.

Finding an old abandoned farmhouse outside New York City, he took up residence there.

The home was hidden from prying eyes, no humans ever came close to it. He made a nest of blankets to keep the eggs warm. A fire in the fireplace always burns, casting a warm glow over the living area. A makeshift bed was made next to the nest, Splinter was adament to keep a watchful eye over his now new adopted sons. Well he was unsure if they were all boys, he loved them all regardless what they would be. The night was peaceful, only the sounds of the wind broke the silence. His mind however was more occupied how he was going to get food and drink the next day, that lead to little sleep for him.

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Tag any others you want if interested

#new book #re-written #rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #OCxSplinter #new #prologue

[yagurlhere]

So...

any one of ya'll wanna hear about my re-written KRBAY?

#Kirby #Kirby Right Back at Ya! #Re-written #Kirby Right Back at Ya! Re-written

[an-abandoned-sad-weirdo]

The first part of my What It Means To Be A Family series,

Now re-written!

Rating:Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories:M/M

Fandoms: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types, Sonic the Hedgehog (Video Games), Sonic the Hedgehog (IDW Comics)

Relationships: Shadow the Hedgehog/Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog & Sonic the Hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog & Original Character(s), Rouge the Bat & Shadow the Hedgehog, Miles "Tails" Prower & Sonic the Hedgehog, Cream the Rabbit & Original Sonic the Hedgehog Character(s)

Characters:

Shadow the Hedgehog

Sonic the Hedgehog

Miles "Tails" Prower

Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Knuckles the Echidna

Rouge the Bat

E-123 Omega

Cream the Rabbit

Vanilla the Rabbit

Vector the Crocodile

Espio the Chameleon

Charmy Bee

Tangle the Lemur

Whisper the Wolf

Jewel the Beetle

Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik

Silver the Hedgehog

Blaze the Cat

Original Sonic the Hedgehog Character(s)

Additional Tags:

Injury

Trauma

Parenthood

Past Torture

FamilySecrets

Original Character(s)

Hurt/Comfort

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Father-Daughter Relationship

Friendship

Archery

Magic, Kinda?

Becoming a family (or trying to)

There's a Party but I can’t figure out which kind

Kinda feels weird but gets much better

Telepathy

More like two people talking through their minds, It's not mind reading, That’s different

This story will get a bit darker but not too much

Mind Link

Minor Injuries

Rapid recovery

My First Work in This Fandom

My First Fanfic

My First AO3 Post

Canon-Typical Violence

Missing Persons

Shadow goes nuts

Choking

Mystery

Memory Loss

Language: English

Stats;

18,780 words, 7 Chapters, Complete.

Take a peek😉💛

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #ao3 #oc #re-written #endgame sonadow

[smackemback]

Sanitise !

The Woke Mob is now trying To sanitise books written in the past How long will it be until these books Into fires will be cast ?

I cannot help, but have the thought That we've been this way before And the last book burnings that took place Ended with war

Now they have decided You cant say this or that How exactly is saying someone's "Enormous" Better than saying they're "Fat" ?

I just do not get it And I refuse to play along They've already begun to rewrite nursery rhymes I guess the next thing will be songs

And just to prove my point At how the Left has now gone mad They've decided now they want to take away The two words "Mum & Dad"

They say that Gender neutral terms Like "Parents" is okay Because of course we can't offend Anyone who's "Trans or Gay"

The list is quickly growing Of the words they wish to curtail Two more words added to the list This time "Male & Female"

"People" is the replacement word Cos it's a Gender neutral term And don't you even dare to say That it is only "Males" that carry sperm

And while we're on the sexes You can't say "Women or Men" But the Left gives their permission , For you to use the word "People" once again

The Left has now decided What we can & cannot say They don't want you using the words above But you can say that Jesus was Gay

But they can stuff their altered history And everything they say And Ill expect my ban to come quite soon If not now, then another day !

Smackemback 25/02/23

#Censorship #Books #Re-Written #Poem

[shadowyperfectionllama]

My Tsuguko/Successor (on Wattpad) 

 "I see.. It look's like after Hundreds of years I have finally found a worthy successor. You, Y/n Namikaze, will be next in line to hold My Jougan as I deem you worthy to hold my ability" Y/n Namikaze, the first born of the fourth Hokage, Konoha's red flash, the youngest Kunoichi to ever graduate the ninja Academy. Finds herself mastering a Doujutsu that isn't part of the Namikaze clan nor the Uzumaki clan. Nanami Otsutsuki on the other hand finally finds herself a successor whom the deems worthy enough to obtain her Jougan Doujutsu. Will Y/n be able to control her new ability or will she lose her mind? 

 (This is a Kny x reader x Naruto story) 

(I do not own any of the demon slayer Characters or the Naruto characters they all belong to the rightful owners) 

(I only own My OCs) 

(this is a re-written version of my last Book "Uchiha with an Uzumaki" since I didn't fully plan the entire book out) 

#kny #kushina #minato #myoc #namikaze #namikazeminato #namikazeuzumaki #namikazeuzumakiyn #naruto #opreader #re-written #reader #uzumaki #uzumakikushina #action #books #wattpad #amreading

[mortallyyoungcollective]

My Tsuguko/Successor (on Wattpad) 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/322229235-my-tsuguko-successor?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=PotterHead_254465&wp_originator=JTE10hSzComb%2B7fd9eQPguINsoXR9Ab7eD5jG7G2kYmTRrPXo%2BDvn9OPnxy3x0Pss17thz17zxO1jvkuFe7aNZSE3xumTw15EFkVvTjNK08cVGBUqlsbWJZYBZ1kOzjC 

 "I see.. It look's like after Hundreds of years I have finally found a worthy successor. You, Y/n Namikaze, will be next in line to hold My Jougan as I deem you worthy to hold my ability" Y/n Namikaze, the first born of the fourth Hokage, Konoha's red flash, the youngest Kunoichi to ever graduate the ninja Academy. Finds herself mastering a Doujutsu that isn't part of the Namikaze clan nor the Uzumaki clan. Nanami Otsutsuki on the other hand finally finds herself a successor whom the deems worthy enough to obtain her Jougan Doujutsu. Will Y/n be able to control her new ability or will she lose her mind? (This is a Kny x reader x Naruto story) (I do not own any of the demon slayer Characters or the Naruto characters they all belong to the rightful owners) (I only own My OCs) (this is a re-written version of my last Book "Uchiha with an Uzumaki" since I didn't fully plan the entire book out) (OH MY GAD ANG CRINGE NAMAN BHIE)

#kny #kushina #minato #myoc #namikaze #namikazeminato #namikazeuzumaki #namikazeuzumakiyn #naruto #opreader #re-written #reader #uzumaki #uzumakikushina #books #wattpad #amwriting

[bazoonga-bazinga]

He never knew what Mob meant when he said his powers go out of control

Finale Spoilers

This page is what broke me when I was reading the manga. 

Reigen never knew. He knew that Mob has lost control of his powers because Mob had told him about it when they had met

However, he never saw ??? in action. Ristu has seen ???. Teru has. Dimple has. We, the audience, have. Hell, even Touichirou can relate because he knows what it's like to have your psychic powers consume you and lose control of your body. But Reigen? This is the possibly first time he has even thought of this happening to Mob. On a surface level, he has no frame of reference for what is happening to Mob.

Despite this, in the end it was Reigen who dealt the final blow to stop Mob’s rampage. He did so the only way he knew how: by telling the truth. 

Whether or not Mob knew that Reigen was lying, before all this, doesn’t matter because the main point of Reigen saying he doesn’t have psychic powers was to help Mob realize that he isn’t alone when it comes to having a hidden side or a different identity. 

Everyone has or has had a part of himself they didn’t like. Reigen didn’t have the guts to let others see that part of himself before...

But to help Mob, he let Mob see that part of himself. He did it to push Mob to accept ??? as being a part of the rest of Kageyama Shigeo.

#mp100 #these thoughts could go further but its 11:32 pm and i am schleepy #Re*mob shippers get out of here. do not touch this post i hate you all. this post is not for you (written in advance) #mp100 spoilers #mob psycho 100

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Round and round, In circles we go.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #I re-worked this one so many times and it honestly could have had a few more re-dos #Desperately reminding myself that the point of all this is to create and move on and not obsess over little things #As I also have to recon the fact wwx's hands are untied for one panel as ...uh...its a mental projection. An abstraction of despair #Or that I really should have written 'get caught idiot' for a funnier text line. #Anyways! Don't think about that and instead think about how cute lwj is as he gets his zoomies out around the room. #Even the oldest dog will bounce and wag when playing with their favourite person.... #More thoughts on wwx's crisis in tomorrow's upload for I am too sleepy to think right now

[spider-xan]

Regarding Mina's description of Dracula and why it's problematic, a good starting point would be to read the Wikipedia article for physiognomy, which is the outdated pseudoscience of face reading that is unfortunately rooted in racism, antisemitism, ableism, etc., and was very popular during the Victorian era as a way to judge moral character based on facial features.

So when Mina says 'His face was not a good face', she is not just saying that Dracula is ugly (though concepts of ugliness and beauty are not value-neutral either), but that she can tell that he is evil based on his facial features; note that one of the facial features she singles out is a 'beaky nose', which comes from Cesare Lombroso's idea that among other traits, hawk-like noses are a marker of criminality on the basis of criminals being evolutionary throwbacks who are less evolved than non-criminals; many of these allegedly 'criminal' and 'degenerate' facial features are obviously racialized and not associated with Gentile whiteness, but in opposition to it.

Stoker was definitely interested in physiognomy and uses it as a narrative device to show how certain heroic characters are intelligent, perceptive, and educated on the latest (pseudo)sciences (the modernity theme again) - namely Mina and Van Helsing, but also Jonathan to a lesser degree; we will definitely see this idea come up several more times, including explicit references to Lombroso himself.

It is also important to remember that linking physical appearance and morality still happens today - think about how many people say they can tell someone is a bad person bc they're ugly or that 'People get the face they deserve' where good people age gracefully and bad people age poorly, even though aging has nothing to do with personal character.

#dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #mina harker #mina murray #abraham van helsing #van helsing #the sad irony with lombroso is that he himself was jewish #yet pioneered a theory of criminality that encouraged bigotry against his own marginalized ethnic group #which is also why it's frustrating when people dismiss mina's bigotry by saying she's an autistic-coded woman and would never #marginalized people can still internalize prejudices that hurt themselves and others #and she is ultimately a narrative device written by a bigoted writer not a real person herself

[sssammich]

fic: come what may

a/n: this is a continuation of THIS post which was inspired by the fanart. please give that fanart some love if you haven't, it was so very compelling to me and that's why we're here.

anyway read the first part and then come back to this lol

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Lena retreated to the single stall washroom after graciously thanking everyone around her for their applause and cheering. In the quiet of the small space, she was able to think about the last five minutes of her life. 

It had been a week since she had spoken last with the caped hero, the word ‘villain’ rang in Lena’s ears still to this day. 

It had stung her, lanced through her more like. But in this world, she had no choice but to keep moving forward if only to survive. She knew that reintegrating Lex back into her life was a risk, but what was the alternative? To let back in the one person she’d trusted with so much of herself only to be the same one who broke Lena irreparably? It figured that they would be one in the same. Supergirl had a habit of being duplicitous, after all. 

Despite all of these thoughts, the dance had been more than she anticipated. For a brief moment in time, her world narrowed to the size of the dance floor when she and her former best friend twirled and glided across the space, held close to one another, swaying to the beat of the song.

Until Supergirl called out to her, the tenor of her voice bringing up a world long gone, the time together but a distant memory. Only to then ask her, “what’s your plan here, Lena?” 

The illusion broke through and shattered all around them, and her eyes darkened, her heart hardened. 

“You will never trust me,” she announced finally when she looked at Kara’s beautiful face, her equally beautiful blue eyes. Now, an enemy. “I can see it in your eyes.” 

She pulled away and turned, not sure she could look at that face again, anymore. Still, she would admit that it was enough consolation to see Supergirl on edge, to put her on her red-booted back foot.

She recalled turning her head slightly and caught enough of Supergirl's departure from the middle of the dance floor and into the evening sky. It gave her some satisfaction, but not nearly enough to placate the ache in her chest. 

Lena stared at her reflection; her makeup remained impeccably applied, impeccably in place despite the exertion of their dancing. The heat of Kara’s hands lingered all over her body, the warmth of those hands pressed into her, holding her in the illusion of safety as the song notes progressed. Her former best friend was clumsy in her movements, at least at first. It would have delighted Lena plenty to see Supergirl stumble her way through her movements. Yet, she held her own and led the two of them throughout the dance floor in an acceptable tango. On any other day, any other moment, she would have been charmed by it, let herself be led around so long as they stayed in each other's arms.

But those moments were no longer accessible to them. 

She returned to her guests and maneuvered through the compliments and conversations, but every now and again, she glanced up into the open sky. Just in case.

—

In the end, Lex was defeated and rid of once and for all. The details of it were fuzzy to her now, but none of it mattered. Simply that he was gone from her life for good, that he would no longer be a terror to anyone and everyone, to those she loved. 

Once again, however, she was left to pick up what remained of his ruinous rampage, if only to be surrounded by something beyond her isolation. 

It was just a few scant weeks ago that she’d reached a truce with Kara and her Superfriends (nevermind that she’d once thought of them as her own friends, as well). Now here she stood weeks later: alone. 

Lena had run out of options or excuses and finally sought out help from Kara without hope or expectation for true reconciliation or forgiveness, from either of them. They’d drawn their lines from one another so long ago, she’d considered them carved in stone. 

Now she stood on her empty balcony overlooking the city just after the sun had set and the sky was now engulfed in dark blue. 

Without a brother, a mother, a father. An orphan, twice over. It seemed that she was destined to live in solitude. They say no man was an island, yet perhaps Luthors were. 

She gazed at the last remnants of the setting sun across the horizon, not giving away that she heard the sound of a cape billowing at the far end of the balcony. She made no move to say or do anything, simply took a sip of the amber liquid in her glass. If Supergirl had anything to say, then Lena was not going to stop her. 

“How are you?” Kara finally said, after minutes trickled past them. 

She scoffed, unable to help herself. She glanced over her shoulder and watched as Kara hovered outside of the balcony. She simply took another sip of her drink. 

Kara, never one to leave well enough alone, moved so that her feet touched the ground and she stood somewhere behind her. Lena closed her eyes and took a swig of all of her remaining drink. 

“You’re trespassing.” 

“I know.” 

“I can have you arrested.” 

“That’s fine.” 

“What do you want from me?” 

“A dance.” 

Lena quickly turned around, Kara standing only a few feet away, her arm outstretched. She glanced up and met blue eyes, an ocean of patience. 

Resigned, Lena unfurled the fist by her side and placed it in the offered hand. She took a step forward until their bodies were almost flush with one another, Kara’s other hand placed on the small of her back. An easy fit between them. A thought that Lena shoved into a box for rumination and reflection later on. 

“There’s no music,” she commented needlessly even as she put her free hand on Kara’s shoulder, her nerves manifesting in lightly scratching the fabric of the supersuit under her fingertips. 

“There’s always music.” Just then, Kara pulled her phone from a hidden compartment behind her and pressed the screen until soft music started playing. It was the final duet in Moulin Rouge between the two leads, where she and Kara shed a tear or two when they watched it in the past—a distant lifetime ago. They were now extraordinarily different people from those versions of themselves. 

“This musical was a tragedy.” 

The superhero shrugged, her eyes focused past Lena’s head. “I know.” 

“Are you trying to tell me something?” 

Kara eventually returned her attention until their eyes met and Lena waited. She watched as Kara took a deep breath and offered Lena a cautious smile, resignation plastered on her own face. “I’m trying to tell you a lot of somethings.”

She studied Kara’s face, wanted to glean any kind of information from her features alone, but Kara betrayed nothing. “Start with one.” 

“I’ve been practicing.” When she furrowed her brows in confusion, Kara clarified by twirling Lena out of her embrace only to pull her back into her orbit once again. This time without bumbling through any of the movements nor without a stutter in her steps.  

The move surprised Lena enough to take her breath away, her senses suddenly alight as she considered what any of it meant. When? How? Why?

“Tell me another,” she whispered, her hands grasping tighter onto Kara just as the song started to swell. 

“I want to start over.” 

Lena stopped in her tracks so Kara did, too. Distantly, Lena observed that neither released their holds of one another.

“Why? We’ll only hurt each other.” 

“Maybe. Probably,” Kara supplied before tugging Lena back closer to her and swayed side to side to encourage Lena to do the same. “But life without you in it is infinitely worse, I think. So if it’s all the same to you, I’ll take my chances.” 

Lena’s heart felt like it was getting catapulted across time and space. And maybe it was actually getting catapulted along with every sway she took with Kara. Still, she couldn’t help but push. “Even with a villain?” 

Kara grimaced slightly before flashing an apologetic smile. “Sure, Lena. Even with a villain.” 

“I was one, you know,” she offered, watching for Kara’s response. She was complicit, had gotten her own hands dirty. She owned up to that. 

“I know.” But Kara simply shrugged and brought them closer. “Believe it or not, I’ve been one, too. You’re not exactly very special in that department, Lena.” 

A small laugh that bubbled out of her caught her off guard, and Kara smiled at her before spinning her away and back together again until Lena hid her face against the crook of Kara’s neck until the song finally ended. 

They parted from each other, Kara taking a step back until she was a few feet away, her hands clasped in front of her. 

“Thanks for the dance,” Kara said. 

“You’ve gotten better.” 

“I appreciate that. It means the practice has been paying off.” As if nodding to herself, Kara gave her a smile and began to turn so as to take off into the night sky, but Lena stopped her. 

“Tell me one more,” she urged, realizing she didn’t want their interaction to end quite yet. 

Kara then looked over her shoulder. “Can I come back tomorrow?” 

“If you’d like.” 

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” 

“I’ll hold you to it.” 

Kara’s body twisted so she was looking at Lena more fully. “Goodnight, Lena.” 

“Goodnight, Kara.” 

Lena watched as she took off into the sky, disappearing into the night. She’d stayed out there for a little while longer, the heat of her drink coursing through her veins while the moment between them warmed her against the cool breeze that passed through. 

Nothing had yet been fixed, and there was a long road ahead of them. But something in her caged heart had loosened, allowing her to breathe again. That was a start.

#samfic #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #some canon divergence re: s5 #supercorp sunday #totally gonna count it as that #I KNOW i have other things #don't worry about those they'll get written #but you know how the lazy susan gets #she's fickle as hell #anyway shoutout to tumblr user lililustra #for the art #I ALSO TOOK IT probably a whole different direction than their intentions but here we are #it's fine it's fine

[see-arcane]

I read a theory that it wasn't actually Dracula who killed off the Demeter's crew but actually one of the members. The person suggested it was the second-in-command or the captain himself, who wrote the log to portray himself sympathetically. What do you think about that?

I think Dracula is writing theories on the internet.

#by any chance was that theory written by one 'Count De Ville?' maybe a 'Dr. Acula?' #the demeter #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily

[yuri-is-online]

There's Mud in Your Eye (Leona and Deuce x Yuu)

"Oh can I help you? You seem to be lost." You attempt to cheerfully ask the vaguely familiar looking person in front of you. As if he is deliberately trying to rub salt in your wounds, Crowley ignored your request to leave campus for NRC parents day and is instead making you and Grim run errands. The person in front of you, blissfully ignorant to your inner turmoil perks up at your attention.

"Forgive me for asking, but are you the magicless prefect?" You and Grim exchange a confused glance. "You've got to be right?" They're practically glowing with how happy they are to see you. " Oh I'm sorry, I've just heard so much about you!" Wait, what?

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, i am out of creative ways to describe these: it's Cheka and Mamma Spade. Slight references to the White Rabbit event. If you liked this please check out the previous parts on my master list here.

Leona

A very confused, very important looking little lion is standing in front of you, attempting to mimic Leona's judgey thinking face. Five year olds lack the smarmy bitterness required to truly pull off the look, but you have to admit, it is pretty cute.

"Um, do you think he ran away from his guards again?" Grim whispers, painfully loud and without nearly enough concern. "Do you think we'll get in trouble if we can't get him back to his retainers?" The scenario feels completely unreal, but then again so does standing in front of royalty. Who are you again anyway? Just some weirdo who is going to have to apologize to their loved ones for taking so long to come home because you couldn't sneeze in another world without bumping into royalty. While you are busy considering whether or not it would be considered child neglect to sprint away from the little guy, Cheka finally finishes his thought process, letting out a contented "hmmm" as he points decisively at you.

"You," he says with all the authority of an extra on a children's tv show "are not Unca."

Well.

That was not what you were expecting. Your mind draws a lengthy blank as Cheka grins up at you in a surprisingly catlike manner seemingly very pleased with himself.

"How did it take ya so long to figure that out?" It has to be a truly stupid question to get Grim's voice to crack.

"Well I decided I was gonna sneak up on Unca." A terrible idea really but who are you to refute royalty. "So instead of running around and askin I decided to just focus on his scent! But I found two places he could be so I just decided to go to the closer one."

"Whatdya mean?" Grim takes a deep breath and interrupts his train of thought with a hard gag you really hope is dramatic. "Oh wow he ain't wrong, you really smell like that lazy bi-" You manage to muzzle him before he can teach Checka too many bad words. You wonder if it would be rude to sniff yourself in front of a literal prince, Cheka's pleased little tail swish doesn't help.

"Can you please take me to Unca?" he asks, so very sweetly looking up at you like you're the shiniest star in the night sky. It hurts to disappoint him.

"Uh I'd love to little guy but I'm not too sure where he is..." you really hope Cheka can't tell just how nervous you are. Crowley did give you a schedule, but it wasn't super detailed, just a vague set of notes about the various events going on.

"Then I'll just stay here with you!" He says, with a surprising degree of authority. "Unca's scent is really strong so I'm sure he'll show up soon!"

''I don't think that's a good idea little guy." You just called the Crown Prince of the Sunset Savannah a little guy. Which he is but you are pretty sure there's a time period where that would have gotten you executed, and you can only pray it's not now. The intense look of what you assume are Cheka's guards running up the main street is not helping with that.

"Your highness! Please don't run off like that." The man seems wary of scolding the prince, but he has no qualms about staring you down. "You! What is your name and who do you think you are to be speaking so casually to-" He cuts himself off, bluster fading as he takes a deep breath and starts staggering away from you. Well not you per se, you realize as you turn around and see an extremely intense looking Leona behind you.

"Stop blamin' your inability to do your job on other people." Leona's voice is slow, authoritative enough that you almost forget he's supposed to be the second prince. The guards do too, until Cheka jumps away from them onto Leona's shoulders and shatters the illusion just a bit.

"Unca! Unca! You're gonna show me the spelldive fields right?" Cheka nuzzles his Uncle's cheek while Leona tries his best to get away.

"I thought you were gonna stay with Prefect." He grumbles.

"We can come with." You say before you fully realize what you're saying surprised at how ok you are with the offer. Cheka lights up, jumping away from his Uncle to nuzzle up to you. Leona's gaze softens ever so slightly, even if he immediately breaks eye contact and starts walking away from you.

"You're welcome to come if you can keep up." You try to convince yourself you follow him just to get away from the guards, but there's a spring in both your steps no one is brave enough to act like they notice.

Deuce

"Yuu! And Grim too! Lucky me I thought I was going to be stuck looking for my kids for at least another hour." Dilla Spade cheerfully says, her decision to refer to you as her child momentarily distracting you from the fact Deuce is nowhere to be seen. She seems to have been granted a day off from work, her usual delivery uniform ditched in favor of a very mom like set of old sweatpants and an old athletic jacket with a logo you assumed belonged to Deuce's middle school.

"Mama Spade!" Strange feelings aside you are extremely happy to see Dilla, and happier still when she perks up just a bit at your calling her mom. "Did Deuce forget to text you again?"

"Not exactly," she says with an affectionate sigh "I caught up with him a bit earlier but he ran off to find his Housewarden. He really wanted to introduce us but said it might be a bit difficult to make that happen."

"Yeah..." Grim says as you exchange a look "Riddle's a really busy guy."

"Well never mind then." She says with a shrug. "What's up with you? Deucey tells me all sorts of things, but it's never the full truth." You shouldn't be surprised Dilla knows something is up. Honestly it's a wonder any of the students with a half way decent relationship with their parents hasn't been yanked out of this school already.

"Nothing too bad I hope?" You say, hopeful that Dilla will give you something to work with so you don't confess to something too wild. She laughs.

"I'm a mom, worrying's part of the territory." You breathe a sigh of relief, though you can't help but wonder just what Dilla's reaction would be to knowing Deuce had fought four overblot phantoms. Would she be proud? You hope so, he deserves it. "I keep telling Deuce to invite you to spend summer with us but he's really hung up on doing things the 'honorable way.'" You try your best not to fluster.

"What's that even mean?" Whines Grim, probably thinking more about the donuts you had while visiting Clock Town more than the implications kicking around in your mind. "offerin' to help me and my hench human out is honorable enough!"

"It really is," you try not to come off as too eager, it would be really nice to spend the Summer somewhere that wasn't Ramshackle, even if it would hurt the ghost's feelin-

"Is Deuce waitin' till he can afford a ring or somethin'?" Grim says, crossing his little paws and sticking your words in your throat. Dilla winking at the little monster with a conspiratorial grin makes you choke. "He is isn't he! Hmph, figures. Well he knows he won't get the Great Grim's permission!"

"Grim!" You squeak.

"Well you are a bit young," Dilla says "but you have my blessing prefect."

"I- I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding-" you don't want to get anyone's hopes up, you aren't even dating Deuce, you want to say that you don't like him that way, but the lie dies on your lips as a familiar duo comes into view just behind Dilla.

"MOM! oh and PREFECT!!!" The overwhelming joy in Deuce's eyes contrasting with the smug amusement of Ace makes you feel just a bit more at home, despite the awkwardness of the situation. You can almost convince yourself that he's running up the road on the double just to see you.

"Think of it this way," whispers Dilla, firmly placing a hand on your shoulder in a comforting and not forceful way "you're family, and you always will be no matter what label gets slapped on things. Though I am pretty sure you can guess Deuce's preference."

You can, or at least you can hope.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #deuce spade x reader #i am so sorry this took forever i have been playing baldur's gate #i had one for epel but i didn't like it so it's getting re written

[dragonsbluee]

So I've recently been re-reading TCF And chapter 196 is such an excellent example of how Cale interacts with the people around him, how he views himself and how they view him. This is also at the point in the novel where he hasn't really accepted that he is Cale now, not KRS, because he doesn't feel like he can.

So anyway, we start the chapter seeing the people of Rain City react to Cale's shield and they say something important!

"Won't he faint is he uses such a large shield? Why doesn't he just activate it when the northern bastards come?" "Can't you tell? He doesn't want to see us or the territory getting hurt at all."

At first, I thought this was just the regular drama of people reacting to Cale, but then Choi Han, the kids, and Ron tell him he's being ridiculous, and I realize the townsfolk are right.

The Wyvern Battle is only the 2nd or 3rd major battle Cale has been in so far but only as Cale. As KRS, he's done this before, and having read later chapters, we know Cale holds so much guilt over those battles and how he wanted to keep those he cared for away from it all but couldn't. After all, record only gives him information to guide them and make plans; he often couldn't physically protect them. How many times has he defended a shelter or teammates and wished he could have just covered them all with a shield instead of giving commands from the back? We know how guilty he feels over Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk's deaths.

He knows he doesn't have to keep it up, and he's the one who spreads a rumour that it's taking all of his energy, but he's already considering himself a "bad person" for taking military command and only giving orders. (except that's what it means to take military command?) There is absolutely another motive for keeping the shield around the city. Cale wants the opposing forces to view him as weakened, or he doesn't want people to think his power is as strong as it is. However, at the same time, he's absolutely protecting them because, just like the townsperson says, he doesn't want to see any of them get hurt by an attack he could have blocked.

Cale is doing what he can to undermine himself while claiming he's going to make everyone else the hero of this battle, but he won't drop the shield, which means no one can disregard or forget his involvement. It's not intentional! He's just literally made himself the first line of defense as a direct parallel to every time he was the last line as KRS. He wants to stay at the back, he does not plan to get involved unless he has to, but Cale won't let himself stay out of it. So the shield goes up and stays for multiple days.

Meanwhile, all Choi Han, Ron and the kids see is Cale surrounded by paperwork (because taking command of the entire Northeast is a lot of work), keeping a shield up that's known to make him cough up blood (they don't know about it getting stronger or the vitality of heart), and only sleeping 1 to 2 hours a night (thank you crybaby), so they assume it's a combination of work and concentration to keep the shield up. As usual, they're worried and frustrated at Cale's self-sacrificing tendencies.

We haven't even gotten to the actual battle yet, but this is such a great setup of how it's going to go and how the novel goes.

#tcf re-read #It's the fact that you can pull this much information from 1 chapter (AND NOT EVEN THE WHOLE CHAPTER) and that's why i love this novel #He doesn't even realize what he's doing! #He refuses to even acknowledge it!! #The characterization is *chef's kiss* #I'm supposed to be working on my wip but instead i've written this #no regrets #tcf #tcf cale #tc feelings #tcf novel #TCF whump #TCF angst #cale henituse #choi han #ron molan #raon miru #tcf ohn #tcf hong #trash of the counts family #tcf analysis

[hockeynoses]

A man wakes up with a terrible cold, and his wife, who happens to have the fetish, is thrilled.

He calls into work while they're fucking doggy style, the gorgeous expanse of her back laid out before him. A soft moan escapes her throat.

“Shhh, sweetheart. I’b on the phode," he says teasingly, waiting for his boss to pick up. The risk of having an audience is a dangerous thrill that pushes them both closer towards the edge.

"Hey, boss. Idt’s mbe." Hopefully his boss takes the dizzy lust in his voice for grogginess instead. A prickling itch builds in his sinuses, and he's unable to cover - one hand busy with the phone and the other wrapped around his wife's hip.

“I don’t… hah… I don’t thigg I-iihh – huh’AEESSSH’UH!”  The thick sneeze explodes in front of him, showering his wife's back with wetness. “I dodn’t thigg I cadn cobme in today.”

“Nng!" His wife stifles a breathy moan as best she can. He leans forward to wrap his wide hand gently over her mouth, feeling her hot breath moist against his palm. The tempo of his thrusts quickens, his hips stuttering with need.

“I thigk I just dneed to stay in bed all d-day. Hih… hih’ZZIISHH’iue!" Another harsh, heavy sneeze sprays over her, settling cool on her skin.

As much fun as this is, he needs to end the call quickly. He can tell she's already so close she can barely stand it -

#snzblr #snz prompts #snznario #this is the one that I've already written a rough draft for as re/ylo but I wanted to make a shorter generic version for the masses #snzfic #snz fic #snzfics #snz fics #not sure how to tag this as having actual sex in it but yeah

[lemony-snickers]

"you are the only one who's ever broken me open."

"do not scream god's name, scream mine."

"please don't make me say it if you aren't going to say it back."

"your heart is beating so fast." "because i'm happy."

"i want to draw a map of your scars so i can always find my way back to your heart."

"i don't believe in such nonsense." "i'm not asking you to. i'm simply asking that you believe in me."

"is that good? that's all i want, to make you feel good."

"it reminded me of you. but then, sometimes i think everything reminds me of you."

"what a fragile thing, that love can so easily turn to violence."

"why are you doing this?" "because i love you."

"it didn’t feel right when I was always thinking of you."

"i would have felt like the luckiest person on the planet."

"are you gonna take that off or should i keep guessing?"

"i wanted this to be special."

"i can't believe... after all this time... i should have known it would be you."

"i want to be wildly, deliriously happy.  wildly, deliriously loved."

"i try always to be too much for you."

"the sooner i leave, the sooner i will return and we can begin again."

"i didn't die." "you were dead to me."

"i don't care if other people see us together, you do."

"and you say i'm the one who should be resting."

"i'm sorry." "for what?" "that you got stuck with me."

"what makes you happy?" "lots of things." "and what makes you unhappy?" "lots of other things and some of the same ones."

"i wish i could give you the world." "the world is not enough. but you are."

"i have never needed anything so much as i need you. and i hate you for it."

#lemony snippets #writing prompts #fanfic writing prompts #smut prompts #romance prompts #angst prompts #i mean i guess they are prompts if you ignore how bad most of them area ;dlsjfasdf #idk here are a bunch of horrible half-formed pieces of things i have written but have either never finished or will never publish #for some other more talented person(s) to utilize as they see fit should they so choose #anyway yeet #this is a queued post #as is almost everything these days lol #gosh re-reading this stuff is so cringe-y help asdasdf

[cemeterything]

whenever i think about the intended crozier/silna parallels in the terror i think back to silna's speech in episode 5 and how much it reveals about her. "and who is going to stop you? you use the wind to carry you here. you use the forest to hide inside. you use all this and don't even want to be here. you don't want to live. look at you. even if i could help, you don't want it." silna is also using the ships to hide from tuunbaq at this point. she doesn't want to bond with it. she doesn't want that life, isn't ready to accept it. and she's willing to risk her safety with a group of strange men, few of whom speak her language or bear much kind sentiment towards her, rather than return to her people and face their expectations of her as a shaman. like crozier rejects the responsibilities that come with his captaincy under the inauspicious circumstances he's inherited, silna rejects tuunbaq and the duties she's expected to perform as the succeeding shaman, which would require her to accept her father's death, and that she's entirely alone now. her outburst at crozier also feels like an outpouring of grief and resentment at her own situation. self-recognition through the other (derogatory) <3

#🐉 #i keep thinking about silna and her feelings re: her fate which was already written for her #before the expedition came but which the expedition accelerated her need to confront by being responsible for the death of her father #i get the feeling that she is not entirely on board with her destiny even before it all goes to shit #the terror