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spacedace · 9 months

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Oh hey here’s the lil prolog thing I wrote for my DP x DC Leverage AU. I’m gonna actually write more of one day I swear but for now have this opening bit and feel free to use it as a prompt if you want :D

The station went utterly quiet as they brought her in.

Room after room going as silent as the grave when the young woman in handcuffs stepped through the door. Chatter stopped. Bodies stilled. Heads turned. Eyes widened. It almost felt like everyone was too afraid to even breath as she walked by. Cops and crooks alike watching with fear and awe in equal measures as Jim Gordon led her past them to the interrogation room.

She didn’t give the gaping crowd any mind. Head tilted up at an angle, shoulders back, steps sure. The solid heals of her boots clicked upon the scuffed linoleum, echoing loud in the stifling quiet. Like a royal herald announcing her presence. She held herself like a queen, which was fitting Jim supposed. Until tonight, the only name anyone had to call her by was Queen.

The blood, unnervingly, only made her seem more regal.

Batman was already in the interrogation room when they arrived. Jim didn’t even have it in him to sigh at the broody bat looming in the corner. He knew he’d be there. There was no way he would miss the interrogation of someone they’d been chasing for so long. Especially not now considering…well.

Considering.

Jim largely ignored the vigilante in the corner as he moved through the familiar process of getting the young woman handcuffed in place to the table, starting the recording and rattling off the relevant details: date, time, the - many - charges the young woman had been arrested for. If he faltered over the victim’s name of the young woman’s most recent crime no one commented on it. In the corner, Batman watched and lurked. Nearly lost in the shadowy corner of the room while still being impossible to ignore.

They’d done this before. Good cop, bad vigilante. It was usually effective in getting the truth out of stubborn criminals.

Jim rather doubted it would work in this case.

“Please state your name for the record.” He said, only to be met with the same cool silence Queen had given everyone since her arrest. She shifted in her seat, not a nervous fidget but an easy, languid movement. Even the uncomfortable metal chair seemed like a throne when she was involved. Jim bit back a sigh. “We have your information. I’m asking as a courtesy.”

Queen tilted her head faintly, looking at him with something almost like amusement, one brow twitching slightly upward. “You’ll have to forgive my disbelief, Commissioner Gordon.” She said, polite as ever. “But I’m rather sure that you won’t find me in any system you run my fingerprints or face through.”

She was right about that. They’d tried a hundred times over the past few years she and her team had been operating in Gotham. Her face never appeared in any pictures or recordings - not even in her mugshot during processing, all that was visible was her red hair and a mess of corrupted visual data where her face should be. The most her fingerprints had ever led to where the other crimes they already knew she’d taken part in. Batman had done everything to try and circumvent whatever meta ability kept her from being recorded on film, had done even more to try and find her and her people in every system he and the Justice League had access to. Nothing. Jim had grumbled a few times about how Queen and her crew might as well be ghosts for all the proof that they existed officially.

Turned out, ghosts was exactly right.

“The Ghost Investigation Ward reached out to us two hours ago.” He said, leaning back in his own seat, watching her carefully. “I’ll repeat, Ms. Fenton, my asking is a courtesy.”

For the first time in the years he’d known her, Queen - real name Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton - looked scared. Beyond scared, even. Completely, and utterly terrified.

Her body went rigid, eyes growing wide, breath picking up as she sat up sharply. Any semblance of that calm, collected presence she always held even when she was at her most cornered and vulnerable vanished in an instant. He’d seen her breath in a cloud of Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin and laugh. Watched as Bane wrapped large hands around her throat and tilt her chin up to stare down at her attacker imperiously. A mobster pressed the barrel of a gun to her head and she’d smiled, coy and confidant and untouchable. Queen always, always was calm. Aggravatingly so, even. Utterly unshakable as she waltzed into every wild and insane situation carrying the undeniable air of one who was complete control of everything happening.

She hadn’t even looked scared when the Joker had held her hostage.

And now? Now all it had taken was those three words. Ghost Investigation Ward. A nonsense name for a government agency with a ridiculous purpose. And yet there the unshakable Queen sat, looking terrified out of her mind at the mere mention of them.

Not for the first time since he received that call, Jim Gordon felt uneasy.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc writing prompt #jazz fenton #jim gordon #bruce wayne #leverage au #Jazz is the mastermind in this one #and has been having a great time up til this moment #everyone on the team has code names #Danny is Spaceman because of course it is lol #Sam is Nightshade #Tucker is Pharaoh #Ellie is Nomad #they're not actually shown here but I just wanted to share the codenames I came up for them lol

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butchratchettruther · 3 months

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Wake up everyone new oc just dropped

#I lie she’s not new she’s been obsessively occupying my thoughts for the last month #Mysterious jazz singer/mastermind thief my beloved #She’s elegant and classy and unflappable and mysterious #her name is Nightingale and no one knows her real name #my art #oc art #love love love love her

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little-pondhead · 1 year

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Wanted to hop in on the supervillain Danny au questions! Do we think Valerie would have any interest to get in on this? Between being a pawn for Vlad as Red Huntress and her "friends" ditching her as soon as she stopped being rich, I like the idea that evil billionare mastermind is her general vibe. Heck, maybe she and Tucker flip roles and she becomes the guy in the chair, not being a front line powerhouse and actually coming up with elaborate plans.

And on that note, do we think that if Vlad somehow found his way into this mess, he'd see the whole thing as a fun little game of "opposite world" and try his hand at being a hero? Because I for one think that would be hilarious, I actually don't have ideas for that because I can't imagine a heroic Vlad.

Amyway, that's all I got for now. Love your work!

You're one of the vertebrae creatures who keep hoarding all the brain wrinkles, aren't you??

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[Okay, so I lost your ask, wrote this shit, then found it again so it's not exact but I'm trying here.]

Let's start with Valerie, or keeping up with the trend, Gray in the DC universe.

Valerie is so tired. It's a different kind of tiredness that has a grip on the others. Danny is tired of being a hero, Sam is tired of her parent's expectations, and Tucker is tired of being unable to protect his friends. Jazz is tired of being the bigger person, and Dani is tired of not having someone to rely on. The DC universe is their escape, and honestly, it's doing wonders for their mental health. Valerie notices. She has a shaky truce with Phantom and his crew, but she can't just let him get a leg up on her, can she? So Valerie follows them, through town, through the portal, through the new world they popped up in.

There, she stops. Phantom is now Fenton, and doesn't that make sense? Many things click into place and Valerie starts to understand as she watches the others from the shadows. She's surprised they haven't noticed her, but a little green sticky note on her visor says she had a little hand in her reconnaissance. So when she's done, she returns to her dimension. Back to Amity Park and back to her bed. Valerie lays there for a while, staring at the ceiling and fingering the sticky note, committing every detail to memory.

And you know what? Valerie gets pissed. How come Danny and his friends lovers? and family get to just visit other dimensions whenever they want a break and have no repercussions whatsoever? Just because hero work is hard?? She's a hero too, dammit!

Obviously, someone out there apparently agreed with her because, in a quick, dizzying moment, Valerie finds herself suddenly in the Ghost Zone, plopped down on a ratty blue couch with a very old ghost sitting across from her. He introduces himself as Clockwork, the ghost of time, the regent of the king, and Danny's guardian. Mentor? She wasn't sure; ghost speech always gave her a headache. Either way, Valerie found herself exceptionally calm and somehow struck a deal with the Ancient. To her chagrin, Clockwork informed her that Valerie was well and truly Liminal now, despite her best efforts. (What did she expect? Her suit was practically drenched in ectoplasm.) As part of the deal, Clockwork extended the same courtesy to her that he had to the others. Anytime she wanted, Valerie could have free reign and access to the DC universe and could do anything she liked with no bad consequences. And because of her liminality, he was able to grant her just enough power for her to create her own portals directly to the other realm.

[What did Clockwork get out of this deal? Well, that's up to someone else who's not me.]

So Valerie goes to this new universe. She switches her name to Gray, as if to mock Fenton, who had no idea she was there. She does not try to become a supervillain. And what's this? Outfit analysis time!!

In the show, I've always liked Valerie as a character, and whether it was intentional or not, her design seems to fit her attitude and actions. They were in high school in the early 2000s before her dad lost her job; Valerie was very popular, from what I remember. Her family had money. Other kids expected her to keep up with social norms, so her outfit looked more stylish than practical. She wears yellow, which is most commonly seen as a happy color. Her hair is slicked back so people can see her whole face. She has nothing to hide. She's confident and youthful, ready to lead, and overall enjoying her lot in life. Then ghosts start appearing, and we all know her backstory as Red Huntress. Her suit is tight to her skin, bright red, and overall she's armed to the teeth. Everything about that screams DANGER! Valerie is a threat now.

Her civilian outfit also never changes, which is understandable because this is a cartoon from 2004. But it's secretly genius because yellow is often considered a cautious color. It turns from being a happy color to a warning. Yellow is also associated with anxiety, betrayal, and even egotism, which is something both she and Danny experience during their interactions. She's uptight and constantly on edge. She feels like she has to provide for her family and is quick to anger.

Now for the opposite of that? Valerie is tired of being angry all the time. Rather than go apeshit on a bunch of poor heroes and villains-been there, done that-she treats this whole thing like an actual vacation. Gray wears a soft long sleeve, sweats, and fuzzy slippers. Her hair is relaxed and in a bun, with her bangs hiding half of her face. It takes some pressure off of constantly keeping her expressions in check. People also can't see how she's silently judging them. She lets the stress melt from her shoulders and lets herself curse like a sailor whenever she feels like it. Her clothes are dimmer colors, which don’t stand out or demand attention. She lets herself be not perfect.

Although, just because this is a vacation for her doesn't mean Gray can't just lounge around doing nothing. She has no money! So Gray, after shuffling through a couple decades of this world's history and discovering that Craigslist is universal, applies for the first work ad she sees. In short, Gray joins the Goonion. She ends up making a deal with the guy who hired her. And her new boss. And her new neighbor. And-

Gray very quickly becomes the John Constantine of the criminal underworld. She brushes up on her people skills and learns to talk rings around other people, getting people to owe her favors as much as she dishes them out. Balance is the key here, as she’s learned from Danny. Gray is never tied down by too many IOUs at a time, and her tight grip on her companions and team quickly earn her a questionable but reliable reputation. She presents a morally-gray character, if you will.

Gray’s quick climb to power-that was definitely sped along by Clockwork-earns her a powerful position in the Goonion. If she plays her cards right, Gray doesn’t have to do any work at all. She just leans back and enjoys being paid for wearing pajamas all day and occasionally signing some paperwork. She siphons away bits of her own paycheck to a dimensional bank account she threatened asked Technus to set up, and Gray is finally able to slip more than a few tens into her father’s wallet when it’s time for him to pay his rent. It’s a good life.

Now, Vlad? Oh, he's fucked. This can work for whatever redemption au you want. He can be exactly like he is in the show or working towards bettering himself as a person. I imagine him being halfway to a redemption plot, and in an effort to gain the Fenton's trust, he starts hanging around with the family more. Jack loves this. The others do not, but what can they do? Everyone is just trying to be civil to each other in an effort to make Jack happy. Since old habits die hard, Vlad very quickly notices Danny's improved state of mind and is attuned to the Zone enough to feel when Clockwork stops time on their end. He starts to purposefully rile up Danny and realizes that the time stops happen right after Danny leaves the room in a fit of anger. Then the boy comes back all smiles and sometimes doesn't even remember what Vlad had said to him in the first place.

So he puts his ear to the ground. Whispers are floating around about a new portal that's been opened near Phantom's Keep. A natural one. A permanent one. No one can investigate due to its location, but the young king and members of his fraid have been seen frequenting it more often than late. Not suspicious in the slightest, Danny would have protested. Vlad goes poking around. Entering the Keep uninvited felt like millions of bugs tugging at his skin, but turning human helped ease the sensation. It was laughably easy to slip between the cold stone walls of the Keep, avoiding Fright Knight's walking path and sticking to the shadows. The portal was in the courtyard, under the watchful gaze of two stone gargoyles leftover from Pariah's reign. Right before Vlad can investigate further stick his head in and see what happens the world warps, and suddenly the older halfa is sitting on his ass in front of a very old ghost.

Looks like Vlad fucked around and found out.

Basically, Clockwork yoinked Vlad to his side of existence right before he entered the portal. Even if all he wanted to do was relate to Danny in an effort to mend their relationship, The Master of Time wasn't okay with Vlad going off into the DC universe all willy-nilly. Oh no. Letting Vlad loose in this world would lead to bad things regardless of his intentions. Even if Vlad promised to play by all the rules and pretended to be human, he was bound to slip up and cause trouble.

So there were two courses of action Clockwork could take here. One, he could pull in a few favors and wipe Vlad's memory, sending him back to his own universe until he inevitably went sniffing around again, and this whole song and dance continued. Or second, he could equip Vlad with similar ghost artifacts Manson and Foley possessed and temporarily seal away Vlad's powers while he was gallivanting around the DC universe. He'd be on Clockwork's payroll, so to speak, and could only act on the older ghost's instructions. Clockwork presented these two choices to Vlad. The older halfa chose the second option after weighing the pros and cons. He didn't want to be controlled by Clockwork, but he also didn't want to lose his memories (over and over again, from how he worded it.)

This is how Vlad's hero persona is born. I'm unsure if he should stick with his last name, Masters, or take on something different to distance himself from Fenton and his family. Let's stick with Masters for now.

Clockwork has this drowning little rat man on a rehab program and uses some fancy ghost jewelry to inhibit his halfa abilities. He doesn't make Masters do much, just drops him in here and there when the DC timestream needs a little nudge. It's not like Clockwork will have Danny deal with it; the kid already helps out with every other timestream when asked. Masters can help out here. And since his halfa abilities are blocked, he gets to do everything as a human, which brings its own set of challenges. The idea is that by throwing Masters face-first into a new world filled with people who could end his existence and be forced to win every fight or else, he'll come to appreciate what Danny goes through on a daily basis.

The JL Dark becomes very familiar with the mysterious Masters, who doesn't seem to have any powers but still fights like he does. The man can be extraordinarily clumsy and short-tempered but still graceful and light on his feet when it matters the most. More than once has someone caught Masters muttering under his breath, cursing out gravity and a 'purple-cloak wearing bitch.' Masters always shows up out of the blue at the most random times. He is literally just there, and sometimes even Masters himself looks shocked about his sudden scene change. But he's always suited up and ready to go, so not many heroes question it. They usually need the help anyway.

In the DC universe, Masters is wearing four magic bands, each engraved with the words Dominion of Time on them. Several bands made from tungsten were buried deep with Clockwork's Tower in an old wooden box made from aspen and diamonds. Each band was a blank slate, glowing slightly from magic long past. Clockwork had simply selected the four he needed, engraved the spells needed in ghost speech, and handed them over. Vlad grumbled and tried to find a loophole in the artifacts, but ultimately accepted his fate and wore them whenever Masters was needed.

Vlad's new outfit for this outfit is similar to Valerie's; it's loose and uncomplicated. (Actually, there are a lot of parallels between these two.) In the show, Vlad always wears a tailored suit and dress shoes. He's well-groomed and his hair is slicked back. He always tries to show off his wealth and power by having full control over his appearance. In layman's terms, he's the walking cliché trope of a rich billionaire villain in every superhero media to ever exist. After all, in a kid's show with a teenage protagonist, what's more intimidating than an adult nemesis who has their life together?

As Masters, Vlad is forced to throw all that out the window.

The hero outfit he wears was literally picked up off the street. If glowing metal bands were not adorning his arms, some would assume that Masters was a homeless man. The top was dug out from a dumpster behind a costume store, and the sandals were given to him by a woman who couldn't wear them anymore. His arm sleeves were sewn together from some blackout curtains he found at an old housing demolition site, and the pants were just some sweatpants that were a tad too short. The mask was bought from the corner store, his belt salvaged from a junkyard, and his scarf was actually a gift from Jack-not that he'd wear it around the oaf. The only 'expensive' things Masters wore were the four magic bands, a handful of large glass beads hanging from his belt, and the sharp metal claws he wore on top of each finger. The claws were bought on a whim years ago when Vlad was building his fortune, and boy, was he glad for them now. They were the only real weapons Clockwork allowed him to carry for some reason.

In other words, Masters is exposed. With his loose hair and flowing clothes, Masters is forced to trust the others around him to have his back. He's humbled every time someone covers an obvious blind spot of his that he's not used to compensating for. He gets dirty and messy, fighting to survive against enemies he knows nothing about. His outfit symbolizes his efforts to change. Masters is re-learning what it's like to be truly vulnerable in a world you don't understand with no help whatsoever. Clockwork has no issue pitting him against demons and ghouls even John Constantine would hesitate at, and his narrow victories quickly earn him an invitation to the Watchtower.

The Justice League is puzzled by this walking lump of wet spaghetti. He disappears so easily into the background and doesn't stand out at all. Every once in a while his eyes scrunch up like he's confused about something, but he won't admit that he's lost the conversation. Masters will offhandedly say weird things and turn as if expecting someone to be there, then suddenly stop himself with a soft flinch. He refuses any form of payment. He can stare down Batman. His appearances are random and the man carries no form of contact. Masters often has an aura of resignation and regret around him, as if he didn't want to be there in the first place. He's awkward around kids but fiercely protective of a few teen heroes. (Mostly Conner.)

It finally starts to come together in the JL's mind when Masters becomes more widely known in the world of supers. One of the higher-ups in the Goonion hates him. Dani held a gun to his head. Manson screeched bloody murder when she saw him. Nightingale declared herself his official nemesis. The final piece was when, after a long and exhausting fight, Masters temporarily removed his mask to wipe away some blood around his mouth.

The Flash, who was sitting next to him, nearly let out a squeak.

Masters' blood was bright green.

Masters' teeth were shaped like a shark's.

Masters was another fucking Fenton, wasn't he?

#pondhead replies #DPxDC #supervillain danny au #villain! everlasting trio #The Fenton Menace #FUCKING FOUND THE ASK #FINALLY #GODDAMN #does this make any coherent sense #jesus fuck i'm going to bed

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glassconfined · 3 months

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saw headcanons, pre saw

featured characters: adam stanheight, amanda young, lawrence gordon, mark hoffman, peter strahm. mentions of scott tibbs & cecil adams

adam stanheight

his eighth birthday party was at chuck e cheese, but he was scared shitless by the animatronics. while he hid away in the tunnels, scott tibbs blew out his birthday candles.

briefly played bass in a band. not wrath of the gods, though he badly wanted to (scott insisted all the roles were full, and besides that, he needed adam as a photographer).

a mediocre grasp on basic spanish. it was one of the few classes he actually did well in when he was in school. in addition, his interest in kaiju & japanese horror films has helped him pick up a couple japanese words and phrases. granted, for both languages he has a rather apparent american accent.

… technically this was several years after his death, but since it’s in the context of him not having been in a trap, let me have this—he would’ve thrived in the eras of scene kids, myspace, facebook flair, and yolo.

amanda young

she owns an australian shepherd named carrie! carrie was adopted by cecil for guard dog purposes when amanda’s drug-induced paranoia was at an all time high. she’s well-loved and spoiled to bits, though, with her own half of the bed that amanda sleeps in.

on a night she can hardly remember, amanda got a trampstamp tattoo. a cliché heart with wings that she used to boast above low-rise jeans and juicy sweatpants (though, now she can’t help but feel a little embarrassed).

lawrence gordon

nicknamed a walking computer by his coworkers, a human encyclopedia on account of his wide array of knowledge. he’s a trivia buff and a mastermind at strategy games, you’d be hard pressed to find someone better than him at cards or board games.

mark hoffman

he comes from a long line of detectives. his father, his father before him. frankly, when he was younger, mark didn’t want to be a detective—he wanted to be an english professor. with his father, though, there was really no other choice than go follow in his footsteps.

he wants a dog so goddamn bad. for a man who barely has enough time to take care of himself, however, it’s just not possible. if he could have his way, he’d have a french bulldog.

peter strahm

studied french in college.

i mentioned it in my music headcanons, but i’ll touch on it again—peter can play the saxophone, as well as the piano. he took a couple gigs at a jazz club to make a quick buck while he was in school.

also in the college era . . . though he’d never admit to it, he wound up in a sugar baby relationship with an older woman for a few months.

for an undercover mission, he had to take flamenco classes. add that to the tango and waltz knowledge he has under his belt, and he’s not too shabby on his feet.

#mark hoffman #peter strahm #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #adam faulkner #adam stanheight #amanda young #scott tibbs #saw headcanons #sawposting #my post #ive had this sitting in my drafts. take it <3

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bijouxcarys · 3 months

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Beautiful boys. I love them to death.

Brian is so 😍😍😍

I highly recommend, if you haven’t already, going through their discography—beginning to end. ( @celestial-dragoness I’m looking at you girl) There are some real gems stashed away in there that don’t get enough attention. Here’s some:

Great King Rat (Queen, 1973)

Liar (Queen, 1973)

Modern Times Rock n Roll (Queen, 1973)

White Queen (As It Began) (Queen II, 1974)

Some Day, One Day (Queen II, 1974)

The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke (Queen II, 1974)

Nevermore (Queen II, 1974)

The March Of The Black Queen (Queen II, 1974)

Flick of the Wrist (Sheer Heart Attack, 1974)

Lily of the Valley (Sheer Heart Attack, 1974)

In The Lap of the Gods (Sheer Heart Attack, 1974)

Bring Back That Leroy Brown (Sheer Heart Attack, 1974)

Seaside Rendezvous (A Night At The Opera, 1975)

‘39 (A Night At The Opera, 1975)

Drowse (A Day At The Races, 1976)

The Millionaire Waltz (A Day At The Races, 1976)

Long Away (A Day At The Races, 1976)

All Dead, All Dead (News of the World, 1977)

Mustapha (Jazz, 1978)

Let Me Entertain You (Jazz, 1978)

Sail Away, Sweet Sister (The Game, 1980)

Dancer (Hot Space, 1982)

Back Chat (Hot Space, 1982)

Cool Cat (Hot Space, 1982)

Put Out The Fire (Hot Space, 1982)

It’s A Hard Life (The Works, 1984)

Machines (Or ‘Back To Humans’) (The Works, 1984)

Princes of the Universe (A Kind of Magic, 1986)

Don’t Lose Your Head (A Kind of Magic, 1986)

One Year of Love (A Kind of Magic, 1986)

Was It All Worth It (The Miracle, 1989)

Breakthru (The Miracle, 1989)

Scandal (The Miracle, 1989)

The Invisible Man (The Miracle, 1989)

Headlong (Innuendo, 1991)

Bijou (Innuendo, 1991)

Innuendo (Innuendo, 1991)

I Can’t Live With You (Innuendo, 1991)

I’m Going Slightly Mad (Innuendo, 1991)

Let Me Live (Made in Heaven, 1995)

Made in Heaven (Made in Heaven, 1995)

Mother Love (Made in Heaven, 1995)

Too Much Love Will Kill You (Made in Heaven, 1995) — though I recommend Brian’s solo version. I prefer that to the Queen version.

And remember… if you ever listen through their discography, make sure it’s chronological. Beginning to end.

And also… if you’re interested in context around certain songs or what was going on at the time… I’m your gal.

If I were on mastermind, Queen would be my special subject.

#classic rock #70s #80s #90s #queen #freddie mercury #Brian May #roger taylor #john deacon #music #discography #rock music

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starliights-shining · 11 months

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Oh gosh, I’m so excited to request <3.

may I request a GN!human Reader x G1!Starscream, maybe he tried to capture the reader while they were out with Jazz or any other autobot and failed and now he’s stranded with them?

Hiiii friend!!!!! I'm sorry this took foreverrrrr! I lost my writing spark :( but dont worry i've been trying my best to revive it! Hopefully it will be soon!!! I hope this is what you were looking for and I once again and so sorry this took forever! ENJOY :)

Pairing: G1!Starscream x GN!Human!Reader

Warnings: NONE,

Your mission turned south far too quickly, with you and Jazz now being stuck with this forsaken Decepticon. The Con thought it’d be a smart idea to capture you, a “lonesome” human. The simple thought that if Jazz just looks away for one singular second he can snatch you up, and run like hell back to the Decepticon base.

Now here you sit, stranded in a cave, on this floating rock with the con who just tried kidnapping you and Jazz. They were at each other necks, Jazz bring up great points about just not doing the shit he just tried, while Starscream refuses to accept the fact that he, himself, fucked up one of his mastermind plans.

“How is it MY fault that you messed up your own plan Screamer.”

Jazz’s servos were gesturing towards his chassis, he had a frown plastered under his visor. While Starscream stood a good distance from Jazz with his arms crossed over his chassis.

“Well, if you had just kept looking towards the right AND didn’t keep asking that pesky human questions every single second, I could have captured them.”

Starscream pointed his helm upwards, he looked like he was pouting. Wait, did he say pesky, How is he going to call you pesky when he’s always being pesky. You pointed at him, catching the attention of both mech in the process.

“You, Starscream, have no room to call anyone pesky. Just look at yourself, constantly being a problem for everyone.”

They both stared at you, blue and red optics staying on you as if you just spoke of primus. You thought you took it too far, but the seeker just scoffed. Moving away from you and the bot before taking a seat.

“Keep talking all you want Organic. My plan was perfect until Jazz ruined it.”

He still sat with that pout on his face plating, thinking he, like always, is correct in this situation. Starscream just never changes, no matter how much time goes by. He will always put himself on a pedestal

You don’t know how long had passed since you three had been down there, all you knew was Jazz has tried his comms in several different locations and only one has picked something up, or at least had some static on the other side. Starscream still sat in his corner, nothing changed with him. Sitting there blaming this entire ordeal on Jazz and you. You sighed, eyes scanning the large cavern for anything, until they landed on Jazz. His optics looked in the dark, before he started moving in that direction. You followed, trying your best to keep up with the mech but his large size and longer legs carried him faster than you were expecting. You tried to keep an eye on him, watching as he walked off while trying to find a spot where his comms came through.

“Jazz!”

Your voice echoed off the walls of the cavern, but the mech didn’t stop. You sighed, coming to a stop as you attempted to catch your breath before returning to Starscream.

“Where’d you go?”

You didn’t even look at him, just released a sigh as you sat across from him. You were now stuck with him. Your hands came up to rub your eyes, today was starting to get worse and worse. Almost caught by the cons, stuck in a cave with jazz and that same con who attempted to kidnap you, and now it was just you and him.

“I went running after Jazz. Not a clue where he’s going.”

You fell backwards, back meeting the cold and bumpy rocks of the floor, your eyes closed to keep dust from getting in them. Your only hope was that maybe Jazz would come back with another way out of here, or some great life changing news that someone was coming to get you. Your head was hurting, and you were readying to just take a nap, anything would be better than just being stuck in this moment.

You heard beeping coming from Starscream. Starscream, out of all the times you’ve come in contact with him, this has to be the only time you’ve been able to be around him. He’s not trying to hurt you, call you names, or take you back to Megatron for interrogation, you actually didn’t know the Con as well as you thought you did.

“Do you actually think humans are pesky?”

Your questions came out far quicker than you liked. There was a long pause, you didn’t move or breathe. Hoping that maybe he’d just ignore your questions and act like he didn’t hear you, but he didn’t.

“You're all like insects,”

He paused, you lifted your head to see him, he was squirting at you, helm raised a bit. He looked funny, you quietly giggled to yourself. Insects, he really likes to use that to describe humans.

“Is that the only word you use? I feel like there's opportunities for better or more unique words. I mean it makes sense, to you guys were like ants. Interesting, why don’t you call us ants? Does Cybertron have ants?? Bugs????”

You opened your mouth to ask another question but stopped, letting out a light laugh. He didn’t even attempt to answer your question, just sticking to the first one he heard.

“There's other words, but ‘insect' describes what you are best at. A pesky insect.”

“If I'm a pesky insect then what are you??”

He thought, red optics staring at your form laying on the ground, starfished, unbothered by his words and presence. He’s tried kidnapping you multiple times and here you are still holding a normal conversation with him, as if he hasn’t put your life at risk many times. Are all humans like this or is it just you? Have you been so desensitized to Cybertronians that not even him, Starscream the one con who put you in danger multiple times, can put you off or scare you.

He spent far too much time thinking, because when he remembered where he was and who he was with, you were already taking that npa you had thought about. You were comfortable enough to be asleep near him, he just stared at you. Watching as your chest was rising and falling in an even pattern, and you occasionally rolled over on your side or moved your head. He let out a small sigh, picking up his arm and messing with some of those coms links he had, maybe he’ll get something, his digits pressing strings of buttons before he let his arm fall, optics landing on your form once again.

“I guess you're not as pesky as the other humans.”

#stars writings #transformers #transformers x reader #tf x reader #transformers g1 #g1 tf #g1 starscream #tf starscream #starscream #starscream x reader #g1 transformers #starscream g1

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stay-mon-army · 3 months

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Cuddles and Chaos

Word count: 1,359 words

Warning(s): None that I can think of?

Pairing: Fuma/Yuma/K/Nicholas x gn!reader (mostly platonic)

Note: I wrote this for a Lune friend that I made whose birthday is today! I wanted to say thank you for accepting me so quickly and sharing your crazy thoughts with me! This isn't my best work, but I wanted to write you a little something special! I hope you can see my vision here! I hope even more that you had a wonderful birthday and that you know that there are people out there who get really excited to interact with you, even when they're small interactions! <3

Living with a group of boys would sound stressful to anyone, but in reality, it was a joy you couldn’t imagine living without. You had four roommates who were all boys, and unlike the lies about cleanliness, the stereotype that boy roommates are chaos incarnate was completely true – at least it was about your roommates.

K was probably the calmest of the four about 80% of the time, but it was all a ploy. He acted like a sweet, calm, gentle giant, who listens to jazz music and lights candles, but in reality, he was the quiet mastermind. He would secretly encourage all the other boys to be their most problematic selves. You were convinced it was mostly for the plot – he would often be found laughing while you fumbled to fix whatever new situation was arising from the fallout. He was lucky you loved the sound of his laugh or you would’ve throttled him by now.

Yuma was the biggest instigator – he loved getting a rise out of you and would often push buttons, cause little inconveniences, and all around created chaos in the hopes that he would be able to get your attention for just a little while longer. He was exactly like a cat in that regard; if it wouldn’t make a terrible mess, you’re convinced he would have started knocking things off the counter and shelves if it meant you’d look at him a little longer. Not that you needed much encouragement to do that, seeing how his smile was enough to blind the sun itself. You were lucky to have such gorgeous roommates.

Nicholas was a similar breed to Yuma, although on the calmer side for sure. If Yuma was an orange cat, Nicholas was the black cat of the house, no doubt. You could often find Nicholas lounging just on the fringes of whatever activity was going on, watching and waiting for his moment to strike. Don’t get him wrong, he loved to laugh and spend time with all of you, but nothing was more hilarious to him than getting a rise out of one of the boys or you. He often picked fun, making jokes about someones mistakes or bickering over useless things, as though he loved watching others get worked up further and further. He would always make it up to you though; he was a cuddler and a gift giver, meaning you would often find little trinkets and gifts left in your room seemingly at random, and fighting off his random attacks of love was a nearly impossible feat.

Fuma was the only genuinely quiet one. He didn’t tend to fall for Nicho’s attempts at verbal back-and-forth and he was basically the dad of the group – always making sure everyone is fed, happy, unharmed, and entertained. He could disappear for hours at a time playing his games, face glued to his switch screen. When you weren’t sure where he was, he was either there or hidden away in his room, watching the newest anime on the TV in his room. Sometimes, if you were real lucky, he would invite you in to watch along with him, curled underneath the piles of Pokemon plushies that the man seems to hoard. The only downside to Fuma was that if you managed to get him talking? He would not. Stop. Talking. You swore, he almost didn’t need breath! He could talk your ear off for hours, and getting him to stop or trying to run away will only result in pouting, childish sulking, and a lot more talking.

Nevertheless, the boys were all sweet at heart and wanted nothing more than your attention. Everyone in the house had their own room, so you were able to get some alone time away from the chaos whenever you needed, and the boys were good about listening to you when you shared what you did or didn’t need at any given point. They were all relatively clean, helped contribute to food and rent, and were truly hilarious to watch go at each other.

One of your favorite parts of living with the boys was the monthly game and movie night that you all had. You would all congregate in the living room with blankets, pillows, games, movies, and your energy. You would play games until you got too tired or (more often) you had to break up the biggest argument about cheating or slander.

Tonight was one such night, so you had spread out blankets and pillows to create a giant bed on the floor for the chaos to happen upon. You had snuggled down amongst the comfort with your favorite drink, sitting back to watch your favorite boys. Usually, you would jump right in the action as well. However, a tough day full of annoyances at work and unnecessary drama left you horribly drained of energy to keep up with the energetic balls of chaos you called your roommates.

Instead, you rested back against Fuma’s wide chest; your head slotted perfectly against one shoulder as his hands ran shapes across your legs and waist. Every so often, he leans down to press a kiss against the crown of your head or whisper some sweet-nothing into your ear. You wonder how you haven’t fallen asleep yet – that is, until a new piercing shriek fills the air.

Ah yes, your other lovely boys.

You watch as Yuma launches himself across the game board at Nicho. K howls with laughter, falling onto his back with the force of it. Yuma is sprawled across Nicho’s body, pretending to wrap his hands around Nicho’s neck while Nicho thrashed and shrieked.

You can feel the rumble of laughter from Fuma behind you as he pulls you tighter back against him. You take a sup of your drink to hide your smile.

Finally you speak up, getting the boys attention, Yuma doesn’t move from on top of Nicho, both simply turning their heads to face you. K sits up, brushing away tears and swallowing small giggles.

“Let’s call it a tie and move on to movies, okay?” You suggest, reaching over to pluck a random discarded movie off the floor.

“Only if I get head pats this time.” Yuma pouts, blinking tears into his eyes for prime puppy dog eyes.

“You always get head pats.” K lightly pushes Yuma’s head. Yuma’s head whips around to scowl at K, who sticks his tongue out at him.

“Yes, you can get head pats. Now calm down.” You laugh at the antics, especially as Yuma turns to cheese at you, flashing his snaggletooth at you.

Yuma bounds over, slamming down beside you to press his face against your thigh. The moment your hand that isn’t holding your drink touches Yuma’s hair, you can feel the vibrating hum that Yuma releases. K stands, takes the movie that you have since dropped back beside you, and goes back to the tv to put the movie in. Nicho crawls over after Yuma, laying on your other side to lay his head against your other thigh. He uses his head to push Yuma over slightly who glares at him, before laying back down on your lap. When K finally sets up the movie and turning off the lights, he settles behind Nicho, back by Fuma. He lays his head on Fuma’s other shoulder. He reaches out his hand, unapologetically grabbing your drink from your hand, moving it out of the way so he can hold your hand instead.

You settled in for the movie, warming up under the weight of your roommates cuddled against you from all sides. You couldn’t imagine living your life without every single one of the boys surrounding you – they made you laugh, helped you forget any of your problems, and were possibly more obsessed with you than you were with them. Tired and comfortable, all 5 of your ended up falling asleep before the movie ended. That was how most of these nights ended, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You couldn’t wait for the next game/movie night were hopefully you would have more energy to engage in their hellish chaos.

#&team fluff #&team #&team imagine #andteam #andteam fluff #andteam imagine #fuma imagine #fuma &team #yuma imagine #yuma &team #k imagine #k &team #&team nicholas #nicholas wang imagine

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cfcalcaraz · 1 year

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mastermind II - mm

summary: after weeks of no contact, you “run into” each other at a club and paparazzi snap a few pictures

author: part 2 since y’all asked for it 🥳 also, thoughts on a part 3???

warnings: smut. mason deadass scheming to get you back????

weeks had passed, and still no sign of Mason or any form of contact. you had even begun posting pictures on instagram and hanging out with Christian more often, with hopes he’d miss you and reach out eventually. you had begun to lose hope and just assumed he’d moved on or something.

what you didn’t know was that Mason had been plotting how he’d get you back for a while now. although seeing pictures of his best mates with you made him jealous, he knew to get you back, he couldn’t give you any attention. he kept tabs on all your whereabouts and made sure no other guys would express their interest in you. so when he overheard Reece and Chris talking about going clubbing with y/n, he knew he had to get in on that.

Mason may have been head over heels, stupidly in love with you, but he definitely was smarter than you thought. he knew his plan would work out perfectly that night. he got all dressed up to go clubbing, but his main focus tonight was really only getting you back. he sprayed your favorite scent, jazz club, with hopes that would draw you closer to him.

as Mason got out of the uber, he spotted his boys standing outside of the club waiting for him; y/n was also there. he paid no attention to y/n as he greeted all the boys, but still, he could see the bitter look on your face. you guys all head inside the club as a group but eventually split up once you are inside. Mason spent the majority of the time with Hakim and Reece, avoiding Chris as he knew y/n would be with him. Mason noticed you drinking quite a lot that night, which made him feel more confident that his plan would work out.

as the three boys were talking, Chris and y/n began to approach them. with that, it was Mason’s queue to leave. he quickly said bye to Hakim and Reece and made his way out of the club and began waiting for his uber. the only thing he needed now was for y/n to come out there and look for him. and oh boy did he plan accordingly. as y/n noticed Mason walking out of the club, she knew she had to follow. a decision she knew she’d regret the morning after.

y/n walked out of the club and began looking for Mason. she spotted him nearby and had the urge to approach him. “what’s wrong with you Mason? why did you never call?”. she was angry and she knew her sober self would regret ever confronting him. “what’s wrong with me? aren’t you the one who ended things, y/n?”. “yeah, but did you never once think about me? you know i would go back in a heartbeat”. you were on the verge of tears at this point, which lead Mason to face away from you. “y/n, i’m not arguing like this in the middle of the street. come back to my place if you want to speak”. he noticed his uber approaching and signaled you to come with him. which of course as planned, you had done.

this had been the most silent uber ride ever. you were cheerful to have arrived at his place after not being able to bear the silence any longer. you sat down on his couch. “so?”. he sat directly in front of you, still a bit confused. “y/n. what would you like to talk about exactly?”. you were going crazy at how nonchalant Mason looked. but deep down, all he wanted to do was fuck you right then and there. maybe it was the alcohol talking or the jealousy he had kindled over the past few weeks. whatever it was, he just needed you. Mason got up and sat right next to you. “Mase, do you really not want me anymore?”. he just chuckled. “you really think that’s a possibility? me not wanting you?”. you could tell by the look in his eyes exactly what he meant, so without bothering to reply to him, you just leaned in to kiss him.

frankly, he didn’t bother kissing back. you were shocked, to say the least, Mason had never done that before. he gripped your face and looked you dead in the eyes. “you want me, yeah?”. you nodded your head. “get on your knees for me, slut”. you obeyed his orders, a little frightened by the sudden change in words. he took off his pants and grabbed your hair in a ponytail, not wasting any time to get what he wants. a loud groan escaped his mouth as his cock felt the warmth of your mouth. you couldn’t help but get turned on at the sight of Mason. he aggressively began to fuck your face. “breath through your nose, baby girl. i know you can do it”. you looked up at him, about to break out in tears, but the sight of you struggling only turned him on more. he let out all sorts of profanities as he continued to fuck your face. you felt his cock twitch inside of your mouth, and you knew he was close. “fuck, y/n. baby. i’m gonna cum”. his head fell back in pleasure. “you’re gonna swallow it all for me, right pretty girl?”. you could only nod as you felt him let go inside of your mouth. you swallowed his entire load as he watched you, still in shock at how great you were at taking his cock.

not bothering to take a second to chill out, he threw you on the couch and got on top of you. he started making out with you as he pulled up your dress and removed your panties. “you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, right y/n?”. you nodded in desperation. “i need words”. “y- es, Mason”. you could barely form words as his fingers played a number on your clit. within seconds of getting your approval, he pushed himself inside of you. you both let out a loud gasp. “fuck y/n. i missed this”. he began fucking you at a slow pace, but still harder than usual, trying his best not to explode inside of you right now. “Masey, please. faster”. you let out a loud moan as he obeyed. Mason always knew how to fuck you straight. rough or not. “Mase, baby. i’m so close”. you screamed so loud you were sure the neighbors would hear you. “don’t you dare cum until i say so”. Mason gripped your neck with one hand. “you feel so fucking good”. Mason knew he was close. “you let any other guys fuck you like this, y/n? i see the way you look at Chris”. you groaned in anger. “Mase- baby-, it’s not like that”. you could barely get any words out due to the way he was gripping your neck. “oh yeah? i bet you’re thinking about him while i fuck you, aren’t you?”. “Mase, no. only you. i’m only yours”. you could barely hold on any longer. “you’re only my slut, right y/n?”. you could feel him twitching inside of you as you nodded your head, not being able to get any words out. “words. slut”. “yes, Masey. only yours. i’m for you only”. you struggled to let the words escape your mouth. Mason knew he was close. “cum for me, y/n. all over my cock”. you moaned so loud as you felt yourself release all over him as he did the same. you both became a gasping mess as you pulled out of you.

after Mason processed himself back into reality, he got up to grab a washcloth to clean you up. “you could spend the night if you like”. Mason didn’t really know what to say. he couldn’t tell the difference between what was wrong to say and what was alright. “yeah. i’d like that”. you smiled up at him.

you put on a pair of pjs you had left at his place and hopped into bed with Mason. you rested your head on his chest, grateful for where the night left off. you were both too tired to speak at this point. “i missed you, y/n. i’m sorry for not calling you”. you looked up at him in awe. “no, it was my fault too. i’m sorry. but let’s go to sleep now. we can figure things out later”. he nodded his head and kissed your forehead as you both slipped into the abyss.

@tmz: Chelsea star Mason Mount spotted outside of London nightclub with y/n y/l/n. the two seem to be in a heated conversation!

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fluff #chelsea #footballer x reader #footballer x y/n #footballer x you

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egalitarian-tomboy · 1 year

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Rocky the Demented Matchmaker (A Lackadaisy Theory)

Before we get into the post I want to clarify that this post has spoilers for the Lackadaisy webcomic & overarching world that has been canonized so far. If you would like to avoid spoilers for the comic, please bookmark this post and go read up to the latest chapter currently available on the Lackadaisy official website. You have been warned.

After Rocky, in a moment of delirious honesty, admitted to Ivy that he took the blame for a family tragedy that he might’ve had nothing to do with in order to keep Freckle in school undisturbed by the consequences of what happened. It’s clear how much he loves his cousin. I’d even go as far as to say that he considers him more of a brother than a cousin. Since he’s a whole 5 years older than him, there’s a considerable age gap between the two in regards to life experience and knowledge about the world. Even if he isn’t book smart, Rocky’s got more street smarts that it’s all second nature to him. So when he gets his cousin into the business of liquor running for Lackadaisy as a hired gunman partner, he wants to offer him something in exchange for putting his life on the line - A Girlfriend / Possible Wife.

Keep in mind this series takes place in 1927. 2 years before the Great Depression and creeping toward the looming collapse of the prohibition era in 1933. During this time men were typically married by 24 while women were married by 21. Although there are cases that show that some men and women got married as young as 17 (with parental consent). Rocky is 23 years old, a Bachelor who has never been married or has been in a serious romantic relationship (that we know of). From his current line of work and his mental state of mind right now, finding a wife is the least of his concerns. But that isn’t the case for Freckle. While his mother is still pretty young, 48 years old to be exact, that doesn’t mean that Freckle wouldn’t have some prodding from her regarding settling down and having kids of his own.

So what do you do when your cousin is a fellow bachelor that’s down on his luck? You introduce him to someone that might want to be something more than friends.

In comes Ivy Pepper. Goddaughter of Mitzi’s deceased Husband and recently single jazz baby of the Lackadaisy. She’s not single for what she’s done on her part per say, it’s because Viktor intimidates all of her ex boyfriends physically to the point of being put in a wheel chair for going near her since he sees her as a daughter to him. So how far in the relationships she actually got are up in the air. But the moment she meets Freckle, she’s head over heels for him. Immediately noting how cute he is and inviting him on a date while Rocky gets something to clean up the mess she made on purpose to distract him.

Now you can say that Rocky had no intentions on playing matchmaker, since they just got done extracting revenge on the pig farmers, I’d argue that Rocky knew exactly what he was doing when he introduced him to Ivy. Especially since his reaction to her calling Freckle her boyfriend and proclaiming to Viktor they’re dating wasn’t one of confusion, it was gleeful teasing. Even before that, when they were at Ivy’s college he teased Freckle about how Ivy must’ve fallen head over heels for him already in a wink-wink nudge-nudge kind of way. Trying to get across the idea of maybe seeing Ivy as a girlfriend or possible wife in the future. Even his teasing / overreacting of her asking if Freckle was introducing her to his mother was more panicked in the way that it was far too early for Freckle to introduce her as his girlfriend. They hadn’t even had a proper date or first kiss. a REAL first kiss. Not what she did before as a quick peck on the lips after they got done meeting with Viktor. No that real proper first kiss would come later.

SPEAKING OF WHICH. The other reason why I believe Rocky is the maniacal mastermind behind this ship, the crazed captain if you will, is because of the way he talks to Freckle after he had his first real kiss with Ivy in the truck. Asking him if they still weren’t on a first name basis after kissing / possibly making out in that truck. To which Freckle officially starts calling her Ivy instead of Miss Pepper. Even though he didn’t deny being her boyfriend in front of Viktor after she declared them a couple, he didn’t necessarily agree that he was her boyfriend either. It wasn’t until she kissed him quickly on the lips in the car that he possibly started to truly fall in love with her. She smooched him once and he was ready to ask her for another kiss before he went off on his big night with Rocky. But this time, a proper one where they had more privacy and Rocky wasn’t there to make any sort of remarks.

And all my mans had to say after they were in the truck together was “Are you seriously not on a first name basis after kissing like THAT?”

Nah.

You can’t tell me that Rocky hasn’t been playing matchmaker this entire time trying to get his cousin a girlfriend. Nope. Nuh uh.

#Lackadaisy #Lackadaisy spoilers #Long Post #Ivy x Calvin #Ivy x Freckle #Calvin x Ivy #Freckle x Ivy #Ivy Pepper #Calvin McMurray #Rocky Rickaby #Lackadaisy Theory #Haven't done one of these in a while

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llatimeria · 2 months

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"oc ask memes that are plot-focused somehow" i don't know of any like that but !!! i would love to hear the plot of your story and more about your ocs if you feel like sharing ^w^

AH HI i meant to answer this like 4 times now and kept getting distracted with. Things. so here's the gist:

a supervillain announces he's after a set of magical macguffins, but in truth he doesn't really care and just wants to keep an eye on his little brother, a new superhero around town (unaware his brother's a villain). his partner in crime/literal romantic partner is the one actually after the macguffins and is using his partner's influence to get them so he can Take Over The World!™️. the supervillain, his partner, and their henchmen have to get the macguffins, while the heroes scramble to stop them... until they realize they're all in over their heads and suddenly have to switch sides and work together when aforementioned partner shuns the supervillain and Takes Over The World!™️ himself. will good prevail!? or will evil be evilly evil forever!? find out next time on-

anyways here's the pepesilvia.jpg version:

a supervillain, The Mastermind, discovers the existence of a set of 7 magical macguffins* that, when combined, would give him the power to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!™️. However, they're scattered in different places all over Earth, so he sics a gaggle of his finest henchmen on a few of the distant macguffins while he and his partner in crime/boyfriend, Rayzre Blayde**, maneuver to capture the ones closer to home. However, the truth is that Rayzre is the one who really wants to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!™️, he's just clinging to Mastermind's power as a bridge to get there. Mastermind's real motive is just to be close to and protect his little brother, who just moved into town to become the superhero Lammergeier.

(Sidenote: Rayzre, Mastermind, and Lammergeier are all from the same Evil Top Secret Government Genetic Experiment Lab and are human-animal hybrids. These experiments also happened to give some [but not all] of the resulting hybrids superpowers. Mastermind and Lammergeier were smuggled out as little kids and raised as siblings, while Rayzre escaped on his own a decade or so later, it's a whole thing. it's a recurring bit that this lab just has the shittiest security and most of their experiments have just escaped or been freed as a result, lol)

a few weeks after their plan first commences, rayzre unexpectedly gets a visit from his teenage son, Gray. Rayzre genuinely didn't know Gray existed until he just shows up on his doorstep, but they have the same superpowers (shapeshifting into dragons), basically confirming their relationship immediately. From then on, Rayzre purports that his motive is to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!™️ for his kid. This is a lie that he himself believes - he really does want to provide for Gray but we all know he started this whole thing without Gray even being a factor in his mind. Gray immediately thinks he's the coolest dad EVER, but he is also a child and all of his other father figures have been shitty step-dads, so he doesn't exactly have the highest standards. He's just jazzed that his REAL DAD buys him BEER and shows him R-RATED MOVIES and it's AWESOME

MEANWHILE the henchmen are off doing their own thing for the most part. They know of the ultimate TAKE OVER THE WORLD!™️ plot, but don't realize how serious their bosses are about it, or just how dangerous the macguffins they're after really are. they're the ones doing most of the action-adventure heavy lifting, going globetrotting and dungeoncrawling and such. i'm being the least specific here because this group's arc is currently in the most nebulous state of development where like half of them are fleshed out characters and the other half are still two dimensional and don't have agency yet,

The exception to this are the two supervillains-turned-henchmen, Frostbite and Wildfire, which MM recruited personally into his inner circle due to their impressive rap sheet and because he knows the two of them are also from the same lab he was born in (see. it's a whole thing). guess what their powers are. guess. it's not at all obvious. this makes it sound like i have a clever subversion up my sleeve but i don't they're literally just ice and fire respectively

Rayzre was always vaguely shitty (in fact he's Mastermind's high school ex and the rest of MM's family kind of hates him), but he gets more clearly shitty the more powerful he gets. He's a deeply egotistical, arrogant person who thinks he's the protagonist of this story. MM gradually becomes disillusioned with him after befriending Frostbite and Wildfire, who actually treat him with respect, especially once they start pointing out to him what a douche Rayzre can be. (unsurprisingly, fb, wf, and mm end up in a poly situationship.)

MM finally decides that Rayzre's crossed a line when they go to heist a macguffin and Rayzre secretly brings a live firearm to the affair and points it at Lammergeier, who obviously shows up to stop them. When Rayzre puts his finger on the trigger, MM reflexively pushes him, and ends up making him accidentally shoot and ultimately kill a completely innocent bystander. this is traumatic for all involved. mastermind officially disavows him (and dumps him), but this just leads to Rayzre getting all of the macguffins for himself and finally being able to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!™️

Rayzre tries to get Gray to follow in his footsteps to become another manaical god-king while the entire rest of the cast turns on him - heroes and villains working hand-in-hand to take this motherfucker down. i won't spoil what actually happens here because i think it's cool lmao

(*the working name i have for the macguffins is Anima Crystals, but i'm not completely sold on that yet. a little too chaos emeraldy for my taste)

(**this is a dumb edgy name on purpose. He's had it kicking around as a pseudonym since his myspace days)

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quetzalpapalotl · 2 months

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For the ask game, if you've time...

🤖- What got you into TF?

🥲- Saddest Anime Betrayal?

💬- Favorite Obscure TF fact!

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🤖- What got you into TF?

Already answered!

🥲- Saddest Anime betrayal?

Mmmmm, trying to think of a betrayal that actually made me sad and what comes to mind is Optimus leaving Jazz on his own to deal with the repercussions of his bad PR. Is far from being the worst or most damning, but again, it's the one that actually feels sad.

💬- Favorite Obscure TF fact!

I have a hard time knowing what is actually obscure knowledge and what it isn't but I'll say, in Revolutionaries we learn that Centurion likes to watch a show called Mastermind. John Barber later said that it's a show based on Mastermind the board game, how does that work? I don't know, but I love it. I like to imagine is some sports anime sort of deal with extremely intense Mastermind matches full of internal narration.

#jariktig

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spacedace · 1 year

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Got another DP x DC prompt for yall:

Things in Amity are going bad, the GIW are getting more aggressive and Jack and Maddie are starting to suspect there is something ghostly going on with Danny and Jazz is scared out of her mind and desperate to get them the hell out or dodge before she comes home one day to find her baby brother strapped to a table in the basement or worse.

She knows there's no way she's going to be able to get custody of Danny though (maybe she's still a minor herself, maybe she is over eighteen but it takes more than being a legal adult to get custody of a kid, and Jazz just doesn't have what the government is looking for and she can't risk Danny getting lost in the system) and even if she could, where could they possibly go? Even if they ran away, they don't have any way to survive.

Half out of her mind with stress and exhaustion late one night she ends up digging through their family tree looking for someone, anyone, that looks like they might be able to help, that could at least get them away from Amity Park if nothing else. She and Danny had each other, and literally anything was better then the nightmare creeping ever closer.

And somehow it doesn't even take that long, maybe luck finally shifting their way for once, maybe Clockwork nudging things along just right, but she finds someone.

As far as family relations go, they're on branches as far away from each other as possible while still being on the same tree. And of course the person in question has a pretty massive criminal background and is still super obviously involved in some shady stuff, but Jazz does her research and can see that - criminal mastermind or no - there's no history of vivisecting children or ghost hunting and honestly the Goonion review is pretty glowing.

Besides, Gotham's ambiant ectoplasm is about the same as Amity Park's, it'll help keep Danny (and her, really, as liminal as she is) healthy.

It's a long shot, but short of fleeing to the Ghost Zone and praying their parents don't chase after them, it's all she’s got. So, using one of Tucker's programs, she gets ahold of a phone number and makes the call.

To say that Oswald Cobblepot is surprised by her reaching out and suspicious of her desperate request would be an under statement.

But he knows a con, and this doesn't sound like one. The girl on the other end of the line sounds close to tears, begging him to hear her out, pleading for his help. When he has his people investigate he finds that Jasmine Fenton isn't lying. They are distant cousins - very distant - and the kids' parents are honestly Arkham levels of insane and the kids' teachers have been getting progressively more frantic in their reporting on their concerns. The notes on Daniel Fenton and the number of visible injuries he's been going to school with are particularly concerning. As is the fact that the Drs. Fenton are apparently scientists on top of being entirely mad.

Call Oswald a soft touch, but there's an old childhood wound deep in his heart that has him feeling for the kids, and from what he’s seen of Jasmine - Jazz, she said to call her, and her little brother is Danny, not Daniel - she's got the kind of drive he admires.

And hell it's not as if he can't afford to put them up in an apartment somewhere out of the way if they turn out to be too much trouble. Besides adopting a couple of sad kids from a shitty home can only be good for his reputation, look how well it worked for Bruce Wayne.

Maybe if he plays his cards right, he can set up a play date with the Wayne kids or something, really get some good networking in.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #batman #danny phantom #jazz fenton #danny fenton #oswald cobblepot #penguin adopts jazz and danny #he thinks it's just gonna be for publicity and he won’t have to deal with them #but then he actually meets them and it's juat #oh i'm uncle dad now #jazz and danny end up loving their uncle oz #the first time someone tries to pull some shit at the Iceberg Danny goes feral #it gives penguin a heart attack but also he's so proud #fanfic writing prompts

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burlveneer-music · 11 months

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Brendan Eder Ensemble - Therapy - the premise "what would Richard D. James do with a chamber ensemble and a church organ?" yields an utterly transcendent album

Brendan Eder is a Los Angeles composer and drummer best-known for his eponymous genre-bending ensemble of woodwinds, drumset, and bass; as well as his film scoring work, most notably on four short films for director Ari Aster. On March 3, 2023 Eder releases his third album, Therapy: a collection of meditative woodwind arrangements recorded primarily at Church of the Good Shepherd in Arcadia, California. Following 2021’s Cape Cod Cottage — Eder’s concept album under the guise of Edward Blankman, a retired dentist in the 1970s, which added elegant, understated jazz to the ensembles' repertoire — on Therapy, Eder drops the alter ego and the drumset (almost entirely) and begins with a new directive: What would ambient mastermind Richard D. James do with a chamber ensemble and a church organ? It was a question Eder had started to ask in 2020 with his cover of “#20 (Lichen).” Listeners responded with over one million streams. Appropriately, Therapy delivers two new Aphex Twin arrangements alongside eight original pieces. The result is a distinctive take on New Age and ambient music subtly interwoven with Eder’s affinity for 20th century classical and jazz. Maintaining his track record of recording the best musicians Eder can find, Therapy features special guests Nailah Hunter (harp), Henry Solomon (saxophone), and Ethan Haman on The Newberry Memorial Organ at Yale University. - Rebeca Arango Written and Produced by Brendan Eder* Christine Tavolacci - flute, piccolo flute Henry Solomon - alto sax Amber Wyman - bassoon Andrew Conrad - Bb and bass clarinet (2, 4-7) Sérgio Coelho - Bb and bass clarinet (1, 3, 8, 9) Eric McCann - electric bass (1-3, 6, 8) Brendan Eder - keyboards and percussion (2, 4-6, 8-10) Leah Paul - flute (1, 9) Ethan Haman - organ (3) Nailah Hunter - harp (4) Logan Kane - upright bass (10) Marissa Honda - english horn (10) Recorded at Church of the Good Shepherd, Arcadia, CA** Engineered by Brendan Eder Assistant Engineering by Eric McCann Mixed by Brendan Eder Mastered by Chris Sorem Album Art by Adam Rabinowitz Album Design by Maziyar Pahlevan *#3 (Rhubarb) and #17 written by Richard D James (BMG Blue) **Organ on “Ending” recorded on The Newberry Memorial Organ, Yale University, New Haven, MA.

#Brendan Eder Ensemble #chamber music #modern classical #new age #ambient #aphex twin #covers #brendan eder #2023 #los angeles

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what are glyndwr's thoughts on joko

oh anon. ohhhhh, anon. where do we begin. also thank you for this i was having kind of a stressful night and trhis is taking my mind off it entirely

okay so. you know the whole Hello, Clarice hannibal lecter thing (he never actually said that in the movie but you know what i mean. that vibe. cat and mouse questionably mutual fascination). okay take that. but instead of hannibal and clarice it's TWO hannibals. except one of the hannibals is Reformed now and he has pinky-promised to stop being evil and to try his best not to kill civilians as collateral damage and to even [big heaving eye-rolling sigh] LIKE, BE NICE TO PEOPLE CLOSE TO HIM SOMETIMMMMEESSSS UGH, and maybe Good Guy Hannibal has even been doing pretty okay at all of this "being one of the good guys" thing. like, not GREAT. he's okay at it.

well, we're starting there.

glyndwr has not, like, had A Nemesis since callas, and frankly callas hasn't been his REAL nemesis in ages bc his "main character of an MMO" power creep WAYYYYY outstripped her whole thing like, back in the personal story, and i think he has kind of forgotten what having a nemesis does to his brain. and the answer to "what does having a nemesis do to glyndwr's brain" is IT FUCKING LIQUIFIES IT

so the whole joko thing starts, and maybe alan thought it was a little weird how aggressive glyn got poking at joko thru the bars of his cage in the domain of the lost but oh well, sometimes glyn gets really aggro and likes to antagonize people, what are you gonna do. but then after that, all of the "let's dress up as his archon and steal his armies!!!" and "let's make it look like there's a sunspear rebellion, don't you think that will make joko sooooooo mad. do you think he'll be mad. how mad do you think he'll get" etc etc is all glyndwr, and they are all plans that the rest of our main group are generally not JAZZED about. they are similarly not jazzed about the fact that glyndwr brings joko up at every single opportunity in every conversation, and generally is not sleeping At All, and is maybe back on bloodstone again?, and also his Evil Laugh is back after a multi-year absence

basically a lot of glyndwr's post-villainy progress backslides REALLY HARD bc he is just having, frankly, way too much fun playing Evil War Barbies with a lich king. a really big part of most of glyndwr's interpersonal conflicts thru lws4 kick up bc he is Actively Having Fun the whole time (in... in his own way...) which is unsettling and offputting for most of his loved ones.

i guess this is all more his BEHAVIOR about joko rather than his THOUGHTS about joko, so summary of his THOUGHTS about joko: as obsessed with joko as glyn is, he definitely does not RESPECT joko, but that's like. almost making him weirder about it? bc he refuses to lose to someone he doesn't respect and also he holds joko in so much contempt that 50% of this whole thing is just him fantasizing about how much he'll be able to rub joko's nose in it when he finally wins and assert once and for all that he is The Bigger Better More Awesomer And Most Devious Mastermind. but also maybe a little bit of all of this is that he envies joko a little. maybe glyndwr is a little too aware of how overpowered he is and is indulging in a little daydreaming about what he could have accomplished if he had stayed evil instead of switching over. and maybe he is then squashing those daydreams by putting every single ounce of his being into trying to annihilate joko off the face of the earth as loudly and violently as possible, to prove that he is actually still good

also it's not a sex thing. i know that because of how glyn is this looks indistinguishable from a sex thing for him. but it's not

#my ocs #glyndwr #oc notebook #PoF spoilers #lws4 spoilers

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