#The Past is Never Dead AU

[love-the-purple-cat]

cat!Sōsuke upon meeting Kurosaki (August 2002): I will use you as a way to gather information and travel. You are nothing but a tool to me. I will not grow attached.

cat!Sōsuke now (December 2002): Why the fuck does no one care?! Why the fuck am I the only one who sees this as something wrong? Where were your parents? Your mentor? Those loafers? Why the fuck did no one take care of this child?!

#thecatmeows #aizen sousuke #Aizen Sōsuke #bleach #bleach au #the past is never dead au #spoilers for the past I am giving Ichigo #Protector and Cherry AU #spoilers #Aizen is reborn as Ichigo's Sōsuke in this version of the story #spoiler

[mumbledramblings]

[Trigun AU]

You ever wake up in a grave with neither memories nor a name and find out you're possessed by an annoying spirit who insists you should care about who you apparently used to be?

#trigun #trigun stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun fanart #trigun au #mid draws #my ecological niche on tumblr is to come up with random au's refuse to elaborate on them and then never speak of them again #anyway have amnesiac wolfwood back from the dead and the spirit desperately trying to get him to remember his past #wolfwood?: you'd think if i'm supposed to care about my so-called 'memories' i'd actually remember them #'pyre': there's no need to be so cold!! sheesh!!

[havendance]

Speaking from the perspective of someone who has not actually read any of the relevant comics (I've heard it suffered from being part of the new 52), I do like playing around with the premise of the whole Dick Grayson Spyral arc in a vaguely post-crisis setting.

It's like. We have Tim Drake. First his little brother dies. (Sure he was a pain in the ass and half the time when they talked, they ended up fighting, but Tim and Damian were still brothers. Damian was still a kid.) Then Dick gets kidnapped and unmasked and dies, and there's a closed casket funeral. Jason's in his villain era because I said so and Bruce is pushing everyone away and being even more of an emotionally constipated ass than usual because he's mourning. And look, he's the last one standing again.

You're Tim Drake. You're Red Robin and Red Robin was never supposed to be permanent but one thing turned into another and things kept happening, and, well, you never got around to coming up with a new mantle. There's no Robin and Batman needs a Robin so maybe you try to become Robin again, but putting on a dead boy's uniform feels different when you were actually close to the kid. You can never really go back and Bruce doesn't like it and he's being more of an ass than usual. Sure, he's grieving, but you're grieving too. and, and...

What I'm getting at is Tim becomes Nightwing. To honor his memory. To carry on the legacy. Possibly Red!Nightwing to distinguish himself from the original.

And then we get Damian coming back from the dead. Bruce is better after that, but still shutting himself off and being more of jerk than usual. He still has a dead son. Dick's still dead, but Nightwing and Robin team up after Damian yells at Tim because he came back to life to find Dick dead and Tim wearing the costume, but once they work that all out, they team up. They get along better. It's a shame death it was it took to get there.

Eventually Dick comes back from the "dead" and we get that mix of betrayal and anger, but also relief. (And also they should be mad at Bruce too for keeping it a secret). Ummmm, Tim has to go find another new mantle. All of Bruce's terrible decisions he made during the arc were retconned to be because he was brainwashed by Brother Blood II aka Brother Bloodier or something when there's a new primary author and actually he's a great dad.

#my au ideas #close enough at least #tim drake #spyral #like there's also a story idea of like #dick coming back and repressing the hell out of what happened in the batcave when he made he decision #and then like he slowly comes to the realization that it wasn't just like a one-time thing and maybe Bruce lashed out at Tim when everyone #was dead and it was just the two of them and Tim was trying to save from himself #Tim never brings it up again but he and dick have this moment where they don't say anything but they both know #and dick has to face things at least a little then #at least until the retcon that actually that was evil who kidnapped real Bruce for the past three years of comics or whatever lol #carthago delenda est #dc #bats + birds + affiliated

[levmada]

i wonder what levi would do in a toxic relationship

#tw toxic behavior #tw toxic relationship #tw toxicity #this is a tough one i think depending on au #in canon love for levi would be almost once in a lifetime and he’d spot shitty behavior from a mile away #especially physical toxicity #he’s slamming the door on his way out and never talking to the person again #canon levi is tough and so guarded #even tho he isn’t sure about all the aspects of a romantic relationship; a relationship is so alien and strange alone he’s easily put off #modern au is harder cos it depends on his past exactly but if it was close ish to canon #in any au a cheater is dead to him #even if he’s blamed for it or gaslighted into an attempt for him to believe it was his fault levi is still gone but he’s carrying that agony #/insecurity with him to every future relationship and the grave #it’d be hard for him to recognize emotional abuse for what it is bc he doesnt understand his own most times and if he’s dating someone #he really really really really cares about them #and his present insecurity would make it easier for him to believe things are his fault #then if it escalates he’s so confused and idk brainwashed that outside intervention would be necessary. despite the fact his friends probabb #probably pointed out toxicity about his partner before and he fiiierrceeely defended them #bc he’s levi #but what abt s*x abuse. especially canon levi who has a shitty knowledge of sex and what it is he’d be so vulnerable to that i think. and #assume that’s the way it should be and take it #just in general levi is willing to accept pain if his partner doesn’t have to go thru it and the same would apply to his partners pleasure #god that’s so fucking sad #tw physical harm #tw sex assault #tw sex abuse #why am i thinking about this💀💀 #levi.thoughts #levi ackerman

[dark-twist-fairytales]

"Oh, yeah, I'll write 100 words and take a nap"

*three hours later, no nap, checking my word count that's now 1k more than it was when I started*

"... What the fuck"

#candy poppin' rockin' #i have been laying down for the past 3 hours. i was supposed to NAP. i never did. i fucking wrote- my MP3 player is almost DEAD #i am still very much sleepy but fucking twisted au grabbed me BY MY HEART AND SAID 'WRITE'. #and i LISTENED. #I WROTE 1.5K IN ONE DAY. WHAT THE FUCK. AND I WANT TO CONTINUE. WHY. #WHERE DID THESE SPOONS COME FROM? IM ON A FUCKING COUCH-

[espresso-cookie]

my bitchass thinking about cookie run multi animator projects again

#The last time i wanted to do one the thought fell through cause it was 2021 and that was like my horror year #and also it just wasnt planned at all i didnt even have a song picked #HOWEVER this time i DO have an idea AND a song #multiple problems though: its for an ultra specific AU nobody knows about and theres like. two cookie run animators out there #youll never guess what ultra specific au it is (linus we know its rbp) #ive literally been thinking about this for like a week now #the multi animator project scene is like dead i havent seen ANYTHING for it in the past few years #(i have to spell out the full name instead of the abbreviation so people know what im talking about) #if nobody knows what the FUCK im talking about just YouTube OC multi animator project #UPDATE multi animator projects are still alive the warriors fandom is still going absolutely batshit and i am HERE for it #Anyways rbp lives rent free in my brain #I think I could probably turn it into something more vague like a sort of cookiebots vs cookies type beat but #however lemon dj aloe and caramel are CRUCIAL #you'll never guess what i just thought of 2 minutes later #color palette usage #my brain is like overflowing with ideas it's NOT normal and its not gonna happen #unless? #<- /j

[druidgroves]

ok i spent entirely too long on this so i present to you under the cut:

georgia companion swap dialogue

Georgia: Hey, Codsworth, while I’m out, could you water my plants for me? Thanks, hun. Codsworth: Of course, ma’am. Our geraniums were once the envy of Sanctuary Hills, you know.

Codsworth: I’ll be sure to point sir/mum in the direction of any interesting books while we’re away, Miss Georgia. Georgia: Aw, thanks, honey. See you later, Codsworth.

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Georgia:  Aw, c’mon, Dogmeat, that’s not fair. Put those puppy-dog eyes away! Dogmeat: (Sad whimper)

Dogmeat: (Bark) Georgia: [Cutesy voice] Bye-bye, little baby boy. [Regular] We’ll play fetch when you get back, alright?

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Georgia: Stay here and hold down the fort for me, will ya? Wouldn’t trust anyone else. Preston: I could say the same of you. You have fun out there.

Preston: Anything interesting to report since we last talked? Georgia: [Excitedly] Oh my goodness, Preston, you would not believe--

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Georgia: If I see anything story-worthy out there, you’ll be the first person I tell. Piper: Oh, Georgia, you know just what I like to hear. My eyes and ears in the Commonwealth.

Piper: Hey, Specs, my treat at Power Noodles for that last piece you helped me with. It got looots of people talking. Georgia: Ooh, lookin’ forward to it, Piper.

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Georgia: Sorry to take your spot, Mr. Valentine. Hopefully I’ll be just as effective in your place. Nick: With that attitude, you’re already halfway there. Take care.

Nick: Guess it’s my turn to take a spin. We can finish our talk another time, Missus Tate. Georgia: I’ll make sure to mark it on my calendar.

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Georgia: Hey, Shades. Don’t wait up, yeah? Deacon: See you later, Teach. Go have some fun for me.

Deacon: Huh, if it isn’t Blast From the Past Two: Electric Boogaloo. Georgia: I’ll just pretend like I know what that means, Deacon.

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Georgia: Looks like it’s my turn for a loop around the Commonwealth. Talk to you later, Hotshot. MacCready: Try not to get hurt out there, alright? See you later.

MacCready: Hey, Georgia, got any extra credit I can do for you? Georgia: Well, now that you mention it...[Laughs]

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Georgia: Hey, Hancock, if there are any books you want me to keep an eye out for while I’m gone, you just let me know. Hancock: Hm...Surprise me, won’t ya?

Hancock: Hm...you seem like a Mentats girlie. Favorite flavor? Georgia: [Nervous laugh] Oh, you must be mistaken, I don’t really do chems.[Pause] ...Orange.

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Georgia: Sorry, Danse, looks like a more delicate touch is needed right now. Danse: Hopefully you'll be up to the task, civilian.

Danse: You keep staring. Is there something you need? Georgia: ...It’s nothin’, you just remind me of someone. Stay safe, Danse.

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Georgia: Huh, wow, are you sure you want to take me over the strongest woman in the Commonwealth? Cait: Aw, you’re flatterin’ me, sweetness.

Cait: I doubt there’s much you could teach me that experience hasn’t already. Georgia: I dunno, Cait, there’s somethin’ to be said about sittin’ down with a good book.

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Georgia: Finally wanna travel without people chasin’ you around with pitchforks and torches, huh? Strong: Strong fast. Strong chase back.

Strong: This squishy human weak. Make good food for Strong’s brothers. Georgia: Oh, that’s not threatenin’, no, not at all...

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Georgia: Oh, bye, Curie! Guess we can finish catchin’ up later. Curie: Au revior, Mademoiselle Georgia. I look forward to our future conversations.

Curie: Mademoiselle Georgia, please do be careful, I think I may have spotted a few large insects on our way in. Georgia: Oh dear. Thanks for the heads up, Curie.

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Georgia: Hi, X6. Bye, X6. X6-88: From her, that was quite the efficient greeting.

X6-88: Remember you’re traveling with the future of the Institute. Do not let personal feelings get in the way of that. Georgia: If that ain’t ominous...will do, X6.

#rae.txt #ch: georgia tate #OK SOME COMMENTARY LMAO: #piper's nickname for her in companion au would be specs instead of blue bc i feel like they have the same vibe lol #the second set of georgia & mac lines is inspired by his flirt lines with cait n piper lmaoo i thought they were funny #the second set between georgia n danse is a ref to how he kinda resembles her (still dead) ex-husband oops #and also in the past i said that georgia n cait wouldn't get along which is mostly true but. georgia has EYES. #the first of x6's is basically him saying she never shuts the fuck up lmfao #also i did not include the dlc companions bc. im neutral towards them & also have not played the dlcs in Forever

[arolesbianism]

Now I'm not saying I'm making a dst roleswap au. But I am saying that I thought of an idea for a sort of take of Walter as Wanda and it's making me spin him a bit in my mind

#rat rambles #puts ur lil guy in a timeloop where he repeatedly inevitably succomes to the same curse (cutely) #and ok maybe I do have a few other ideas but whos to say if Ill act on them #on the one hand; wanda walter and wagstaff webber #on the other hand: you could not pay me to have a single idea abt wolfgang Im sorry #Id say wortox to but I already have the perfect plan to get him out of the picture and wilba in #sends him to hamlet land never to be seen again anyways wormwood and wurt swap also #oh and if I do elaborate on this this wont necesarily mean wanda is walter idk how Id make that work lol #Id probably do like a triangle sitch that allows her to keep some light elements of her og character #Im mostly thinking maybe abby can be the third character there? she gets to be the lil trail mix guy wanda gets to be haunted by her past #and future but literally this time and walter gets to experience the horrors #and wendy is probably like dead or smth lol #not necesarily tho if I can find another place for him #wait #wait wait wait #Id probably have to pull some real bullshit to make this work but what if wendy as wx #but ya this au is very theoretical rn as for it to rly become anything Id need to figure out wholl be charlie and maxwell and idk man #like what are my options like I could put wx there but then whos the other person fucking wagstaff?? no I didnt think so #idk itd be like. funny to make them maxwell and wilson charlie but idk if Id be satisfied with that #Im just imagining wx doing freak science and wilson being the kid they hand the unplugged controller to (metaphorically) #they have him there as an ego booster but then they get attatched and theyre just like fuck. ythink I can send him back or is it too late #but also then wilson would have to be charlie. and ppl might think I ship them. all in all not ideal #anyways I need to sleep gn

[kelpiemomma]

Listening to the halo reach soundtrack at work and thinking of spartan Ingo again 🥰🥰🥰

Either he and Emmet separated for Ingo to join the Noble team OR they were both recruited, with Ingo becoming Noble 6 and Emmet Noble 7.

But gaaahhhhh Noble 6 Ingo nervous because he and Emmet have been a team for so long, and he's assigned to noble team alone because they only need one member and he fits what they're looking for.

Ingo is uncertain about where he stands with Noble team, with Carter telling him he can't rely on his brother to have his back only, that he can't go hunting down Emmet when he's in trouble. He has to stay with the team now, and Ingo isn't sure he can. But he stays and gradually begins to fit in. He and Emile grate on each other, but he gets along well with Kat and Jorge. He doesn't see Jun much but when they do interact it's polite. Carter is pleased with how he's fitting in, even if he's talking to Emmet almost every day. There are things he has to dance around, missions they can no longer share, and it's hard because they've never had to keep secrets from each other.

And then the Covenant land on Reach, and all Ingo can tell Emmet at first is that something's gone wrong. And then he's storming a beach with the team, trying to remember when the last time he spoke to Emmet was, promising himself he'll do it as soon as he's back to base. Except then he's in space with Jorge, breaching a Covenant cruiser, and then Jorge is pushing him out of an airlock and everything is happening so fast.

He's creeping through the night with Jun, trying to save civilians, desperately firing at Hunters to try and keep them safe. He goes through all of Reach, seeing his team die and sacrifice themselves so that one, just one, of them might make it. Might pass on what needs to get to the right hands.

And he gets to the ship, and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he and Emile - bonded slightly after watching Carter take out the scarab for them - might make it. Might be able to reuine with Emmet, with Jun, to mourn the losses of their team, their family, might be able to allow his grief an outlet- and then Emile is stabbed from behind, he's down, and there is no one else that can protect the ship. There is only Ingo. He swallows his nerves and turns around, heads for where Emile was just slain. He takes out the Elites - not without heavy injury - and clears the skies.

And then he is alone.

He's never been alone in his life. There was always Emmet or Elesa, and then there was Noble team. Even when Jorge sacrificed himself he wasn't alone because his team was waiting for him. But now there is no one but Ingo.

And the Elites are coming for him, and there is no escape.

#PLA #Ingo #Subway boss Ingo #Halo AU #Spartan Ingo au #Do you think that for someone who's never been alone in his entire life (despite and in spite of the spartan program) #The knowledge that your only blood family thinks you're dead and the family you developed has all died around you (in front of you) #How hard that must be. Ingo doesn't mind the quiet but this is silence. This is emptiness. He can't change the past. #Also this is re-uploaded yes bc I needed it in one post. #How does Ingo survive the glassing of reach? Yeah still brainstorming that. #But he does. And finds young sangheili Akari by herself.

[love-the-purple-cat]

What cat!Yhwach and cat!Sōsuke's first proper conversation is like

#TheCatMeows #Bleach #Bleach AU #Yhwach #aizen sōsuke #aizen sousuke #The Past is Never Dead AU #Protector and Cherry AU #they're literally 4/5 months apart #meme

[good--merits-accumulated]

(frantically fanning the dying embers of my motivation for the anderperry chocolat au) cmon cmon cmon cmon cmon man

#it's an au of the movie instead of the book bc i never read the book haha #but it's fun to write! bookshop owner todd moving to a small village in the south of france w his son #winning over the villagers and the stern and VERY puritanical comte #featuring: traveller neil who docks at the river next to the town #physicist at the newly created cern meeks and his translator husband pitts #finance manager for a paris fashion house charlie #uptight school teacher cameron #recent university graduate who just wants to work in his family boulangerie knox #seamstress dreaming of following in her grandfather's footsteps and going to law school chris #and others! lots of ocs! #but i've had so much work these past few weeks that i haven’t had time to write #and my motivation is slipping 😭 #cmon cmon #anderperry #dead poets society #OH ALSO IT'S SET IN THE 50S

[sameteeth]

anyways, i do think its really interesting that chuuya figures out that dazai was putting pieces into place to get him ousted from the sheep like a month ahead of time... its also really interesting to consider WHY dazai did it and the implications it carries. dazai watches shirase and yuan pressure and guilt chuuya about "doing his part" for the sheep as a person with an ability, then immediately takes action to relieve pressure from chuuya

which is kinda funny bc dazai at least in the short term is following what shirase is saying - dazai has the ability to help save the hostages, and he does lol. demon prodigy indeed. MORE IMPORTANTLY though. dazai recognizes that chuuya is being controlled by the sheep even though he is the leader. chuuya and mori make good comparisons here - this arc starts with mori bemoaning his responsibility as the boss of the port mafia, and we see chuuya consistently failing to do his responsibility as the leader of the sheep. he even denies the title of king, stating that it's only his ability that puts him above the rest. to digress a bit, i think this is partly why when chuuya joins the port mafia he so quickly submits to them - he is no longer the sole ability user, and thus the responsibility doesnt rely entirely on him to protect the group. something to be said here about the way bsd almost never touches on the ability user vs non-ability user dichotomy but ill save that. back to the main point. dazai takes it upon himself to free chuuya from the sheep. he acknowledges the limitations chuuya has to function under as the leader of the sheep and the weight of the responsibility he bears for no reason other than his ability

but then! dazai forces chuuya into the port mafia to save him from the sheep ! doesnt that seem contradictory??? isnt that hypocritical? chuuya seems pissed about it!

granted, I'd be pissed too if my friends stabbed me with a switch covered in rat poison then tried to gun me down. regardless, chuuya can see how dazai set him up to be outcast from the sheep without having to break the tie himself. chuuya is loyal to the sheep, even when they distrust him. But! this gives chuuya a chance to escape, even if it's to the port mafia. i think the important thing to focus on here is that the port mafia is an Actual organization made up of adults. the sheep are a bunch of kids, ones that are easily led. the limited pieces we see of them are shirase and yuan, who throw temper tantrums and try to clumsily manipulate chuuya when he doesn't listen to them. they admit to stealing alcohol from mafia-adjacent territory and just generally seem immature... because theyre kids. but what we see of the mafia is much different. mori is a strong leader because he is smart and rational. he thinks ahead. he, unlike chuuya, is the leader because he wants to protect yokohama, and understands the sacrifice necessary to do so. chuuya is the leader because no one could beat him in a fight. the port mafia offers a chance for growth (ignoring that these are children in the mafia ok play with me here) as a fighter and as a leader - chuuya becomes an exec when he's still a teenager i think (theres not a specific age anywhere i can find) and is a much more calm and smart fighter once he joins.

so it's good (play with me) that chuuya is able to join the port mafia. BUT he would never have been able to leave if dazai had not forced his hand. this paradox - the idea that chuuya obtains freedom from being forced to leave something he doesn't want to - is SUPER interesting to consider !! here i will dissolve into rambles. i learned about this paradox in the context of mary wollstonecraft and the vindication of the rights of women - wollstonecraft believed only educated people could truly be free, as they were not only free of oppression but also no longer slaves to their emotions, and were able to have opportunities and use their education for their own betterment. the situation with chuuya reminded me of this, because with the sheep chuuya had no one to rely on or to teach him, limiting his capacity for growth and ultimately his freedom. the sheep were reliant on him for protection, and feared him, but chuuya had everything to lose if he were to try and leave the sheep. he had nothing without them, and they needed him for his power. but they were beholden to their emotions, immature and uncertain how to actually get power. their primary motivators for action are retaliation - dazai mentions this when chuuya attacks him, and shirase and yuan mention this when they are urging chuuya to help them. but when chuuya talks to mori and koyo (<3) about their actions, both of them are much more forward thinking than that. mori is very cunning and sly, and koyo tells chuuya that even if things go south in the meeting she's taking him to to, they know how to move forward. chuuya's world has expanded beyond the sheep's limited gaze.

of course, he's still trapped in the port mafia, but if you REALLY want to discuss free will..... we'll be here all fucking night. free will is really hard to pin down and i always have to talk about determinism and its a lot to wrap ur head around and i just like drawing connections between stuff i like

#entirely self indulgent rambles about freedom ^_^ #the 15 arc is very much a favorite #i love the difference in dazais voice its so stark in this arc. hes so dead and then chuuya comes along #i also love the rimbaud fight. holidng hands hard enough to break reality. the old boss's massive ass scythe which they never bring up agai #also rimbaud's weirdly perceptive comments to chuuya ??? and then chuuya gets his hat..... #hardcore AU where chuuya is captured by verlaine and rimbaud successfully and they raise him? sometimes i just want things to go well #i digress. this is how i see this arc if u dont like it well its my blog and im not tagging this so howd u even find it #canis speaks #everyone forgets chuuya is smart. and i also hate when ppl make chuuya like inordinately angry all the time #have u ever been homeless and in charge of a bunch of children? WHILE 15????? #chuuya deserves as much weed and wine as he wants forever #also mary wollstonecraft i love you. ik rousseau also has ideas about forced freedom but i didnt want to reread the social contract sorry #its past my bedtime. ill read rousseau for anime analysis later #also like the port mafia isnt quite the same as society... its not quite like voting/civic duty it doesnt quite fit as well. whatever #bsd tag #lmk if the image descriptions suck also. i am trying

[darkspace7]

Somehow, combining a few of my favourite tropes (throwing randos into situations way over their head and found family formation via feral vigilante youths and their reluctant but just as chaotic guardians) have somehow resulted in the following: the vicarious need for a phantom thief spiderman.

And who am I to ignore my gremlin-brain impulses?

Enter: Pitch Warker "The Glass Arachnia"

• So this spidey wasn't "bitten" in the traditional sense but was instead pricked by a cursed bejewled spider-broach thing. (Think something along the lines of that shitty mask from JoJo part 1.) Maybe this happens when they go on an errand to, idk, deliver lunch to their Uncle Mais -who works as a security guard at the "New Londattan Gallery of Art"- at the bequest of their Aunt Benita (who are local Aunt May/Uncle Ben variants but cisswaped/roleswaped for some reason?)

•Okay and so while on this normally easy errand somehow the two of them get caught up in a jewel heist with some mook trying to get at the "Glass Spider" (a polished silver & garnet broach with a diamond decal so clear that it looks like glass) and that's what gets this ball rolling.

•The spider jewel apperantly has some legendary curse associated with it. Something about how "the blood shed in the darkened night shall beholden to whims of the fanged court albeit at the cost of forever being ensnared upon their shadowy throne." And so during the scuffle our little wannabe hero tries wrestling back the jewel from the thief but gets scratched in the process. Getting blood on the diamond activates the curse (which for...plot reasons...can only have one bearer at a time?) In the confusion the crook tries takes aim at our hero only to be pulled back by Mais. The weapon misfires hitting the man in the process.

•As expected, Uncle Mais kicks it while the mook takes the opportunity to abscond with the now useless gem leaving a traumatized kid behind for the cops to (not) deal with. (Also because this is New Londhatten, where the only cure for bereavement to either lock yourself away in mourning clothes and drown yourself in absinthe & gin or find a sketchy religion) Aunt Benita kind of dips off for a while to (not) deal with being newly widowed, and so our newly cursed spiderling takes it upon themself to find out why this happened and (hopefully) avenge his relative's death. And what better way to catch a thief is to become a thief yourself and find a way lure out the other? Not the healthiest of coping methods but whatever, it's not like the police are gonna believe some kid coming up to them and spouting on about 'cursed gems' and magic abilities' right?

•I'm thinking of a fancy victorian gentleman thief/steampunk-themed "spider" suit. Something distictly regal and vaugely unearthly to fit with the more magical aspect of the origin as opposed to the usual techno-organic radioactive superhero sthick. Maybe a nice white suit with an gossimer capelett and attached hood. Coupled with an interwoven reddish-silver spiderlace design as the (bulletproof) vest. A spider-shaped broach (perhaps modeled after the "missing" Glass Spider?) Pinned to the neck, a dashing caravat matches sticky-palmed gloves (that somehow never manage to leave a smudge.) They compliment the ruby-tinted lenses of goggles set in that strange porciline mask. Oh and of course what gentleman is without his multi-purpose utility cane (now with retractable grappling hook!) Really, stark white clothes and clacky heels don't mean a thing when you can become the shadows themselves.~

•After not only attracting the attention of the New Londhatten police but managing to snag the attention of other interesting characters as well. Like: Lady Jamie Joan Jameson, a gossip reporter desperate for the next breaking scoop on that 'dastardly snitch-thief Glass Arachnia' with a fondness for that queer little bookbinder who always seem to have their head stuck in some little tinkering thing this or sewing project that. Or Mikelangleo "Mike" Jones, the lovestruck youth with a massive pining for the bespecticaled little bookbinder, whose dry (and often unintentional) sense of humour and keen intellect continuously sends his heart a-flutter. (Such a shame that said bookbinder is completly uninterested in Mike's advances & any and all attempts at disuading the other have -through a continuing comedy of errors only sought to bolster the himbo's impression of the other. A misunderstanding like this would probably easily be solved if there was just a moment of direct communication but when has a phantom thief been direct about anything?) Luckily Gunther Stetson, current owner of Bugel's Books, resident "guy-behind-the-curtain" (Pitch's words -not his-), and the only (self proclaimed) sane man, runs interference.

•And after a while of doing this thieving gig the cursed spiderling hits paydirt. It turns out the mook who stole the Glass Spider was actually part of a larger scheme by this shifty organization to steal away cursed gems and use their powers to do horrific and unspeakable things. Also, something about getting enough of them and it equal immortality. Somehow? I mean what kind of name is Sinistrum Orichalcium, anyway?

•Gunther: "So yeah, that's bad and someone reasonable and totally equiped for this should probably go stop them? Right? Right?? [Of course it has to be them, damn it all Pitch...This is only going to end poorly.] (He was right. Oh mercy, he was right. The youth watched as the body of his ((only)) friend slipped off the crystiline horn of the rhinocerous-beetle-that-was-once-a-man. A lunge forward, torn glove outstreched as the hand r e a c h e d o u t. Metalline claws dug in ((burning agony it hurt)) and rapidly drug his form up and away. He writhed against the restraint, razor blades that drew him back again and again as solid steel scales absorbed the blows. ((Let me go let me go please I can't reach!)) Cackling as groping fingers wriggled under the dirtied white of his mask and ripped it away ((his shield, his safety nonono!)) Recognition. "So this is what you really are little spider. Even now you try to bear your milkteeth." A derisive snort as a gnarled tendril cupped his face an mockery of care. "Poor little Pitch, who would've expected the simple bookboy to have such a storied life?" Everything he had worked for, all that he had sacrificed was now crumbling around him as the other went on, "Feh, you are as brittle as the pages of tomes you peddle and as fragile as the Glass you come from." A contemplative look and the porcaline shattered. "Now look at your ruins and weep.")

• When it rains it pours. Thanks to the combined efforts of the Sinisturm Orichalcum, the New Londhattan Task Force, and Lady Jameson, our hero is now not only wanted for numerous accounts of thievery, breaking & entry, and other assorted stuff related to his vigilantism but now Pitch Warker aka the Glass Arachnia is (erroneously but not that they'd take his word for it) on the list for no less than three counts of battery, assault, & murder. The Sinistrum and their allies basically have been given free access to all of the remaining gems that they need to complete their plan and the city itself. Oh and Mike hates him now. So he fine. He can totally handle this solo. Not like he's the reason his close loved ones are dead and a bunch of villains are going to become supervillains that he still somehow has to stop despite being public enemy number one. Yep. Totally.

•(Spoiler: He is not fine. The spiderling is very stressed and needs a break. Not his supposed villain origin story. Let our adhd boi rest.)

#DS7's Log #That's basically all I have so far. #If you can't tell I watched ATSV this past weekend. #The art was /beautiful/ and I got /inspired/ #Has anyone ever done a phantom thief inspired spidersona? #Actually can this even be called a spidersona at this point? #IDK man but my need for more feral spiders to adopt spiderlings is only second to my urge to CREATE #and third to my compulsion to recklessly bs my way through everything without thinking of the consequences. #Cringe is dead. I took it back behind the dumpsters kill it. #The Glass Spider AU #-Casually adds to the list of ideas I'll never get around to writing- #Edit: I drew a thing! #Also I can't spell for crap apparently... #DS7 Draws

[propertyofwicked]

SAY IT - LN

warnings - full smut, unprotected sex, some praising, light choking . basically just reader being needy for her boyfriend

AN - i am fragile. i cannot cope with anymore lando in aus pics.

MDNI !!

he must’ve known what he was doing. the curls. the necklace. even his tan. you swore he was strutting, confidence beaming from him all day. he became entirely irresistible, and yet, you would never initiate any form of intimacy, hoping that he’d catch onto your lingering gaze and pound into you with such force you couldn’t walk for a week.

lando knew what your lingering looks meant, he’d seen the look of lust in your eyes more times than he could count. but he wanted to tease his girlfriend, rile you up until you were desperate enough to beg him. and rile you up he did. all day, he made sure to stand close behind you, breathing down your neck, sometimes pressing small innocent kisses to your shoulders, and grabbing your waist as he brushed past you. if you were sat, his hand would find a home on your thigh, grabbing at the flesh or lightly grazing his fingers in patterns on your exposed skin. every time he kissed you, he made sure to swipe his tongue across your lower lip to kiss you deeper, all the while his hand would move from innocently stroking your cheek to grabbing softly at your neck.

every time, you stomach twisted and turned into knots, heat rising to your cheeks - which only encouraged him more - and the ache between your legs got worse.

it’s not like you couldn’t initiate it, you were just shy. what if you’d got the wrong idea from his actions all day, what if it was truly just affectionate with no sexual motive behind it. you didn’t want to embarrass yourself trying. additionally, lando taking control was the part you enjoyed the most, the sense of being used whilst also being loved. you were a simple girl.

by the end of the day, you were close to exploding in frustration, half tempted to lock yourself in the bathroom and sort yourself out, the other half of you tempted to try pushing your hips backwards when you cuddle up in bed and hope he gets the hint.

“angel, you ok?” lando asks, clicking in front of your face to gain your attention.

“yeah, sorry just zoned out for a minute there. what were you saying?”

“ah nothing important, don’t worry,” he said, smirking at the effect he knew he was having over you, so he stirs the pot further. “are you sure you’re ok? i think you’re burning up a little, acting out of sorts,” and his hands move up to your face, one holding your cheek, the other turning to test the temperature of your forehead. in turn, the physical touch drove you hotter, almost sweating under the pressure.

“yeah, i’m sure,” but your voice wavers and you catch him trying to supress a satisfactory grin. “you dick. you know what’s wrong. why won’t you do anything?” you sigh, defeated. he knew what you wanted and yet acted oblivious? why?

“i wanted to hear you say it - you know you can just ask,” lando says, all the while grabbing your hips to pull you down to straddle his lap, reclining further into the sofa. he looks you dead in the eyes, eyebrow cocking up, still waiting for you to just ask for him.

your face grows hot again, but out of sheer embarrassment, your head dropping to his shoulder to hide from him. but he has other plans, his hand coming up, grabbing a fistful of your hair, and pulling gently to move your head back. his other hand stays on your waist, fingers delicately breaching the waistband of your shorts.

“say it, angel. tell me what you want,” he says, tone harsh but eyes soft. your hips roll against his, searching for any friction they can, but to no avail as he drops your hair, and both hands move to hold your hips down against his own.

“lan, please.”

“please what?”

“please, i need you.”

“where, baby? where do you need me.” his head drops back to your neck, nipping at the skin, littering it with little bruises.

“literally anywhere you want,” you gasp out in desperation,

“anywhere?”

“you know what i mean,” you laugh, slapping his chest lightly.

“you wanna ride me baby? would that help?” he says, grunting slightly as his loosened grip on your hips allows you to grind down on him again. lando laughs at the sight of your head nodding quickly, and your hands going straight to undo the buttons on his shorts.

“woah woah angel, slow down. what’s the rush for?” he says, his hands grabbing yours and moving them back up to rest on his chest.

“needed you all day. need you right now.” you say, hips still grinding down onto his, small whimpers escaping your throat as you did. lando’s face moves closer to yours, capturing you in a heated kiss. it’s messy, your teeth hitting each others. his hands are at the hem of your top, pulling it slowly up and over your head, disconnecting your mouths momentarily, but immediately reconnecting them as he launches your top across the room. your hands move down his shirt, undoing each button as you go, before pushing it back over his shoulders.

soon you’re both left in just your underwear, and he’s pulling his cock out the top of his boxers, and pulling your soaked panties to the side. you hover over him, holding onto his shoulders for support, his hand gliding his cock through your wet folds, wetting the shaft ready for you.

“c’mon baby, ready for you. sit on my cock,” he grunts out, his tip already sensitive as you being dropping down. he gives you a moment to adjust, before using his grip on your waist to start moving you. you gain confidence, shifting yourself to start moving up and down his cock, the new angle causing you to moan out, head dropping to his shoulder.

“fuck, lan.”

“love seeing you like this, baby,” lando manages to say, become breathless himself, his gaze shifting to your chest, watching your tits spilling over the top of your bra with each bounce. he leans downs, pulling one out and attaching his whole mouth to it, tongue flicking over your nipple. he can feel your pace start to falter, knowing he’ll have to take over soon. he’s proud, you usually don’t last this long on top before complaining out knee pain.

“you’re doing so good, y/n. treating me so well,” he says, slowly moving his hips upwards to match your pace, your brain so foggy you won’t notice the change from you moving to him moving for you.

“baby, im so close,” you whisper in his ear, he takes it as a sign to move his hands to grip your waist tighter, and pulling your whole body to lean forwards into his reclining torso. he uses to position to his advantage, digging his ankles into the carpet. he begins thrusting his hips up into you, a spare hand moving between your bodies to rub circles on your clit.

lando’s deep grunts, your whimpers and the sound of the sofa bashing softly into the wall fill the room.

“fuck, love you, love this, don’t stop,” the trail of words fall out of your mouth, too wired up to form full sentences. lando pushes the fallen hair behind your ear, smiling at you softly and pressing his lips back to your mouth.

“love you too angel, taking me so well. always take me so well,” he responds, struggling as much as you are, “im so close.”

he doesn’t need to ask if you’re close to finishing too, he can feel you tightening around him and your kisses on his collarbone getting sloppier as you get more exhausted.

“y/n, baby, im close. you might have to move if you don’t want me to finish in you,” he says, eyes slightly panicking.

“do you want to finish in me?” “always.” “go for it.”

that’s it for him. those 3 words are all it takes for him to roll you over on the sofa, he’s hovering over you, and that necklace is dangling on your lips. he moves to lift your leg up his torso, thrusting into you at a new angle and the sort of pace he looks for in cars. fast and furious.

his hand moves back down to play with your clit, and it’s not long till your coming around his cock, hips rolling against his, and your walls tightening around him, pulling him in deeper. your head has rolled itself back, eyes closed, panting as your chest heaves. he takes the opportunity to dip down and kiss your neck, holding your head closely to his own as he finishes too. a chain of grunts and whimpers and words you can’t quite make out tumbling out his mouth.

the room falls into complete silence, only your heavy breaths could be heard. lando moved to lay at your side, his head resting on your shoulder and looking up at you.

“next time you need me, all you have to do is ask.” lando finally says, breaking the silence, in between his panting.

“but what if you don’t want to fuck me right then and there?”

“when that day comes, shoot me.”

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando x reader #lando smut #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #formula 1 #mclaren f1 #mclaren #lando norris fluff #formula one smut #formula 1 smut #f1 smut #propertyofwicked

[catknives]

soulmate-esque au where steve is born with a psychic power where the first time he touches someone who will be important to him, he gets flashes of future moments between the two of them.

the first time he touches nancy he sees flashes of the two of them happy together, then an argument. the flashes clearly jump ahead a few years, as if they maybe stopped talking for a while, but they still look happy in that future. he thinks that maybe they get in a big fight, but clearly they’re still in each others lives for a long, long time.

when he ruffles dustin’s hair looking for dart, he gets flashes of laughter and jokes and a long life of brotherhood. he sees secret handshakes and little plastic dice and being invited to thanksgiving.

they’re not always positive. the first time he brushes past billy in the locker room, he’s filled with flashes of anger and dread and pain, and none of what he sees makes sense in the moment.

on his first day at scoops, he shakes robin’s hands and gets his biggest vision yet. there’s so much love and happiness and joy there, including a montage in which they seem to work a frankly absurd variety of jobs. but he gets stuck on an image of himself in a tux, robin in a wedding dress, and thinks this must be my future wife.

it isn’t until much later, on a dirty bathroom floor, that he realizes he was standing behind robin in that vision of her in a wedding dress, and, oh, he’s her best man.

almost a year later, when eddie pushes him against a wall with a broken bottle to his neck, steve is almost convinced he’s passed out because of the sheer number of visions running through his head. some of the flashes are innocent happy moments—sharing a joint, laughing at a movie, making dinner—but there’s also flashes of pleasure and adoration and devotion on a level that steve’s never felt before.

he sees flashes of waking up next to eddie in bed, walking a dog around a lake hand in hand, watching eddie perform on stage, a soft kiss to a bare shoulder.

and suddenly steve yearns, thinks he’s never fully known the meaning of that word until now. he tries to play it cool, doesn’t want to freak eddie out, but he’s seen so many visions of them holding hands that his fingers itch with the need to interlace with eddie’s.

when eddie is attacked by demobats, everyone tries to get steve and dustin to leave eddie’s body behind, because clearly eddie is dead. and steve can’t explain to them why he knows that can’t be true, he just stubbornly insists and drags eddie to a hospital as he promises again and again to dustin that eddie is going to make it.

everyone but steve is shocked when the doctors find the barest hint of a pulse.

it’s touch and go at first, but they put eddie in a medically induced coma and he starts to improve. steve is there the whole time. he tells the unconscious eddie about all of the things they still have to do together, about how he knows eddie will live a long, happy life because he’s seen eddie with gray in his hair, laugh lines etched into his face, as they welcome their first grandchild to the world.

and eddie makes it, and when he was up eddie tells steve he heard everything. steve steels himself for denial or disbelief, but eddie tells him that it’s the first thing he’s heard in the past month that actually makes sense.

they share their first kiss right there in the hospital room, and even though steve has seen this moment before, it still takes his breath away.

as he grows older, steve notices more and more of the moments he’s seen in visions as they happen. he happily discovers that there’s so much the visions don’t show, and there’s still so much to see.

because yes, just like he saw all those years ago, he stands behind robin at her wedding, and it’s as moving and special as it always looked. but he also gives max away at her and lucas’s wedding, and he helps dustin propose to suzie, and he helps erica pick out her wedding dress. and, of course, robin stands behind steve at his own wedding.

steve lives a long happy life, with so many memories—seen and unseen—to look forward to.

#ficlet #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #platonic soulmates stobin

[charlietheepicwriter7]

H̵̩͋o̸̹͒l̶̢̑ď̸͕ ̵͔͛T̴̲̄h̶͙͋e̶̤͘m̵͍̋ ̷͓̈D̵̯͛o̶̡̅w̵̖̃n̵͝ͅ

Get in the Water AU: Original Post Ruthlessness

Ghosts were physiologically different from humans.

It was something Tucker and Sam didn't understand. They saw Phantom as "Danny with superpowers," not as a fundamentally different being.

Sometimes, Danny didn't understand either.

But his parents did. Utter disregard for the scientific method aside, the Fentons were the ones who learned how inhuman ghosts were: "Just emotions and electricity imprinted on ectoplasm, Danno, nothing to be scared of!" Snapshots of people at the moments of their deaths. The past and the present, incapable of contemplating the future.

And with his duality, Danny struggled to understand either of his halves.

As a human, Danny could move past his nightmare of a childhood, compartmentalize and think to the future, when he was fully healed and his past couldn't hurt him anymore. So when Dora, first elected Queen of the Infinite Realms - long may she reign - asked him to collect all the resurrected humans for a health check and assessment... when he'd noticed Damian Al Ghul-Wanye on the list... He'd thought up a little prank to pull on his long-lost brother. A cruel one, perhaps, but nothing harmful.

As a ghost, Danny couldn't move on. He could never forget that Sam led him to his death, that his parents negligence allowed for the stage to be set, that the lab they loved so much held both his home and his grave. Just as Danny would always be that fourteen year old, caught in that moments, he was still the 7-year-old Danyal Al Ghul who trusted his brother not to hurt him... and ended up poisoned.

Phantom wanted his murderer to suffer.

And Danny, much to his shame, had allowed it.

For a few weeks, Danny managed to ignore it. He'd gone after Damian first, so there were tons of resurrected on his list. He started with the more extreme cases first, like Constantine, but soon enough the next on his list was Ra's Al Ghul.

He'd asked Queen Dora to send someone else, anyone else. That he wouldn't be able to control himself if he saw his grandfather again. Instead of relieving him, she'd given him a knowing look and told him to follow his core's desire.

She never mentions it, but Queen Dora had been a murder victim too.

There was no showmanship, no dramatic reveal. Just Danyal, his grandfather, and the Pit.

Despite all Ra's Al Ghul's power, he was no match for a spirit hellbent on drowning him.

That's what Danny did to his grandfather. He'd thrown up afterwards, once he was human before. But the ghost in him relished the act; he could still feel Grandfather's throat under his hands, pulse fluttering against his palm as Danyal held him down. He struggled and shook as the Lazarus waters filled his lungs, burning away healthy tissue. Fingernails morphed into claws that sliced through the tender skin, blood leaking into the water, and water leaking into the blood.

It took a long time for Grandfather to die. Deep within Danny, next to his core, he knew it was what was deserved. That the murdered finally had justice. He was content with never speaking of it again, a secret between him and the waters.

And now it was going to happen again as Phantom's impulsive mind overtook Fenton's tactical one.

He'd known Damian was looking into him. Knew another confrontation was inevitable, what with two more of his siblings needing their health checks. But as Danny was stalking their mother, searching for the best way to abduct her (she was still his mother after all, he didn't want her dead... yet), Damian and his family confronted her.

Relief washed over him as only a normal amount of rage bubbled up at the sight of Damian, instead of the overwhelming, all-consuming fury he'd felt. Danny laughed at their arguments, at Constantine thinking he could put a living ghost to rest, at his siblings-unmet and his father-unknown, until...

Damian confessed.

His murderer confessed, yet as he continued to speak, to explain, the fury rose in him again. Because it wasn't a betrayal. He'd always thought Damian betrayed him, but no.

Through his own ruthlessness, Damian gave him the only mercy he could manage. And there was only one thing Danyal wanted now.

""̸̲̈́T̶͘͜ä̵̢li̸a̶̬̓ ̴̬̐A̵̛̪l̸̲̚ G̸̛̫h̶̺̏u̸̢̚l!̴̳̈́ D̷̩̕o̸͛ͅ ̶̝̍y̴͙͘o̵̙͐u̵̬̓ ̴̤͂k̸̡̑n̵͓̈́o̷͈͝w̷͖͂ ̷͓͑w̴̧̄h̵̲͌o̴̮̔ ̵̼́Ị̷̂ ̷̣̽a̵̳̓m̷̩̓?̷̝͒"̷̧͠"

It was her fault. She was the reason why he was dead, nothing more than a coward who couldn't go against her father for the sake of her children. She abused them, she struck his brother, it was her fault-

"Danyal," she answered. And Danyal grinned, fanged and sharp.

He approached, the waters of his birthplace lovingly brushing against his legs, consoling him the only way they knew how. They whispered revenge into his ears, madness into his heart, just as they had when he'd confronted Damian, when he murdered Grandfather. "You have much to answer for, daughter of the Demon Head," he said, voice echoing around the room.

Unrestrained greed filled her gaze. "You've returned to me, my son."

Danyal laughed, brutal and rough. "I've returned for you, Mother," he corrected. "Don't think this reunion will end well for you."

"You mean to hurt me, Danyal?" she crooned, all false hurt and fake love.

"I mean to kill you."

Genuine anger flashed across her face. "My son would never-"

"Y̵̺̆o̴̩͂u̸͉̕r̷̰͝ ̴͔͝s̵̡̉o̶̡̎ň̵̞ ̶̗̈i̴̘̍s ̸̦̐d̴̯̚ê̶͚á̶̩d̷̻̈́," he snarled, and Damian flinched. He was too close to Talia. "You wanted me dead... for being weak. For having mercy." He stared up at his mother's shocked form. "I killed Grandfather. Tell me, is that ruthless enough for you, Umi?" Talia flinched with just her eyes. He hadn't been allowed to call her Umi since he was three.

Their father stepped forward, the naked distress on his face contrasting with his battle armor. "Danyal," he plead. "You don't have to do this-"

"Stay out of this, Baba." The man's breathing hitched. "This doesn't involve you."

Constantine tried to talk him down next. "It does, kid. A Siren on your level can't stay around for long. It's time for you to rest."

Danyal threw back his head and laughed. "As if you could stop me, exorcist." No more delays. It's time for action. "I will drown you all before you can."

Danyal lunged. And despite his mother's decades as an assassin, she couldn't kill what was already dead.

He held her down by the throat, the attacks from Damian's family bouncing off him. "This is mercy," he cooed as she desperately clawed at his hands. "For me. For Damian. For everyone you will try to hurt in the future. Ruthlessness is the only mercy I can give you now." Her face turned red as she gaped for air and Danyal-

Was thrown back into the water.

Reorienting himself, he found John Constantine standing over his mother, protecting her from him. "̷̪͂E̷̺͐x̷̝̑ŏ̶̺ȑ̴͉c̷̟͘i̸͔̋s̶̮̀t̶̯͝."

And the Pit's water began to rise.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #c: danny fenton #c: danyal al ghul #c: ra's al ghul #c: talia al ghul #c: damian wayne #c: john constantine #Danny is just using the lazarus pits as portals to the Ghost Zone without realizing they're poisoning him with Pit Madness #the pits are sentient and love him #the pits also love jason that's why he has permanent pit madness #with the amount of murder victims dumped in there it really cares about fellow victims the most #anyway with the circe saga out i thought of a sequel to Storm so that'll be fun #get in the water au