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stealingyourbones · 2 months

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What suggestions would you have for cool, lesser known DC characters I could write a crossover fic with.

Preferably not Gotham-based characters because as much as I love them I need a break and I want to try something new. I know you mentioned Animal Man in another post. Does he have a solo run I can look up or is he usually in group comics/a side character in somebody else’s comics?

(I am deliberately baiting you to info-dump to me about any DC characters you want and I will write a fic with them so go nuts.)

Sadly at this current moment I can’t infodump nearly as much as I’d want to because my carpal tunnel is being a lil bitch but I can give synopses:

Animal Man- Buddy Baker, a typical suburban dad who also happens to be a hero that can use abilities based on any nearby animal (including bacteria?). He is powered by The Red which is the animal version of The Green (Plant Life). The Red is less the concept of all animals but more the concept that all animals are meat. his comics are either a beautifully terrifying body horror gore fest or a 4th wall breaking mind bending creation. No in between. Having Animal Man fight the Lunch Lady and realize she’s fundamentally a different being and not of The Red would be crazy awesome.

Booster Gold or Ted Kord: Booster Gold is a Time Cop who got his job from stealing shit from the Hall of Justice Museum and heading to the Age of Heroes to fund enough money and fame to pay for his mothers cancer treatment. He could be used in Clockwork related fics a lot and he’s also equally as much as a dumbass as Danny.

Blue Beetle also known as Ted Kord, is basically in the same package deal as Booster. Ted Kord, Late owner of Kord Industries, ja a brilliant master of technology and has stuff from a massive beetle ship to a gun. He’s best friends with Booster and their bromance could be fun if you want Danny to have two partially functional adult mentors.

Wally West. The second and fastest flash. A he’s the most go with the flow dude I’ve seen in recent comics, including dealing with an inter dimensional WWE esque fight where he fights alongside Space Hulk Hogan, and has a wonderful Wife, Linda West, and (sometimes) twin kiddos. The Flash’s entire sthick is family. They’re more family centered than the Fast and Furious movies for god sake. Having Danny find a new home in any speedsters home would be incredible.

The Spectre: the embodiment of Gods Wrath. I would go on far too long of a rant remind me to do one later but for now all I’m saying is that it would be sick as fuck for The Spectre to kill Vlad for the horrible things he’s done.

Green Arrow or in general Star City: Oliver Queen, inheritor of Queen Industries is a dude who got trauma after a boat sank and some island thing (tbh I don’t know his backstory off the top of my head), but he’s a very quippy and hilarious guy who’s jokes would mesh pretty nicely with Danny’s humor and in general he’s underutilized in both dpxdc and DC so it’d be nice to see that change :)

Ok hands are getting angry but I hope that’s a fun starting example list for ya!! :D

#dpxdc #bones replies #bones writes #bones prompts

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not-sobasicbisexual · 6 months

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my list of Owen movies that I've seen plus my out of 5 stars rating

Night at the Museum (Jedediah 5/5

Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian (Jedediah 5/5

Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb (Jedediah 5/5

Shanghai Noon (Roy O’Bannon 4/5

Shanghai Knights (Roy O’Bannon 4/5

Cars (Lightning McQueen 5/5

Cars 2 (Lightning McQueen 3/5

Cars 3 (Lightning McQueen 4/5

Cars: On the Road (Lightning McQueen 4/5

Hall Pass (Rick 4/5

Zoolander (Hansel 5/5

Zoolander 2 (Hansel 5/5

Bottle Rocket (Dignan 5/5

The Darjeeling Limited (Francis Whitman 5/5

Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (Ned Plimpton 5/5

Marmaduke (Marmaduke 3/5

Loki (Mobius 5/5

Wonder (Nate Pullman 3/5

the Royal Tenenbaums (Eli Cash 5/5

Meet the Parents (Kevin Rawley 2.5/5

Paint (Carl Nargle 5/5

Haunted Mansion (Kent 5/5

Secret Headquarters (Jack Kincaid 4/5

Marry Me (Charlie 5/5

Fantastic Mr. Fox (Coach Skip 5/5

Marley & Me (Jon Grogan 5/5

The Grand Budapest Hotel (M. Chuck 5/5

Minus Man (Vann 5/5

Wedding Crashers (John Beckwith 5/5

I-Spy (Alex Scott 4/5

Starsky and Hutch (Hutch 5/5

Anaconda (Gary Dixon 2/5

The French Dispatch (Herbsaint Sazerac 4/5

The Cable Guy (Robin’s date 4/5

How Do You Know (Matty Reynolds 2/5

You, Me, and Dupree (Randy Dupree 4/5

Midnight in Paris (Gil Pender 5/5

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enaelyork · 8 months

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[Headcanon]- Dating Thrawn

🌙 Thrawn loves you. How do you know ? He accepts that you make a mess of his life.

🌙 It's Mitth'raw Nururodo. Does he constantly correct you in the most serious way. You apologize and giggle because you find it so cute. And maybe you even distort his name on purpose to see him react that way.

🌙 You shed a tear the first time he held your hand in public. It was so unexpected and unpredictable that you almost had a cardiac arrest.

🌙 Thrawn shows you his affection by talking to you about everything he is passionate about. You can listen to him talk for long hours without stopping as the glow in his red eyes fascinates you.

🌙 When something worries you or upsets you he doesn't necessarily see it. He perceives a change in you and will work to understand it.

🌙 He sometimes feels helpless in the face of your emotions. But he is understanding and his clumsiness in making you smile touches you from the bottom of your heart. You love the way he tries to tame you as much as you try to do it with him.

🌙 You both love art. You might play music or paint. Everything that comes from you is a form of art in his eyes. He is honored to be your muse.

🌙 Your meetings often take place in places conducive to sharing your common passion: concert hall, museum, opera house, etc. You love exchanging your interpretations on the subject.

🌙 Thrawn is still trying to figure out why you're so busy preparing for each date. In his eyes your beauty does not lie in your hairstyle or how you dress but in you : your spirit and the wonder he sees in your eyes.

🌙 Thrawn considers you a masterpiece. Your body fascinates him and if he had to tell you what he prefers, it would undoubtedly be your eyes and all the mysterious nuances he sees there. You like the way he looks at you.

🌙 If Thrawn is not physically demonstrative, he will demonstrate his love for you and turn to you for any advice regarding the society in which he lives. He will also count on your presence during important maneuvers and will not make a decision without speaking to you. Your opinion matters more than anything.

🌙 On the other hand, concerning war and military tactics, he will never allow himself to be contradicted. Revealing his somewhat psychorigid side which you find quite adorable.

🌙 You like the detached way in which he approaches a problem that you entrust to him. He always manages to see things differently and calm you down.

🌙 Your relationship has never been official (even if you dream of a marriage proposal), but everyone suspects it. Your closeness escapes no one, although Thrawn has always strongly protected his privacy.

🌙 If you share your workplace he will not show any sign of particular affection towards you and will never favor you, favoring objectivity.

🌙 Since the Chiss perceive the reactions of bodies differently, it manages to sense your temperature variations.

🌙 Are you feverish? It's not a fever, Grand Admiral. It took him more than ten seconds to understand where this sudden burst of heat was coming from.

🌙 Thrawn is very hermetic to all love and romantic manifestations. As long as it sometimes puts you in awkward situations.

🌙 Why are you kicking me under this table, Y/N? Do you have ankle pain? Was probably the most embarrassing question you've heard at a business dinner.

🌙 He found it ridiculous when you explained the meaning to him once in private before showing you how a Chiss indicates his desire to you.

🌙 He doesn't laugh at any of your jokes. You love him for that.

✨STAR WARS HEADCANON ASK IS OPEN✨

#thrawn fanfiction #thrawn headcanon #grand admiral thrawn #grand admiral thrawn x reader #thrawn #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #star wars fanfiction #star wars fan fiction #thrawn trilogy #star wars rebels

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how-masterful · 9 months

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Chaos

Missy X Reader, Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary: It's a late night after an eventful day, and in your exhaustion you muse about the Master and his chaos. But the chaos is seemingly just beginning. Notes: Here we are! The fourth annual birthday fic in a row for @plethora-of-imagines! And my first fic in a while! It's been both fun and frustrating getting back into writing, but i'm pretty happy with how this turned out- and where i'm planning for it to go! Don't worry plethora, you'll get your joust soon! Enjoy! (Also reader note, there's mention of Delgado!Master X Reader in here too, just in case that's not your thing!)

To finally rest your head upon a pillow was bliss. The aches and pains of the day that held tight within your bones seemed to melt into the plush duvet, dispersing from your body and leaving you nothing more than an exhausted husk. Today, as ever, had been far more eventful than any plan the Master's brain (or brains? You still weren't so sure about that one) could create.

It seemed these days, even the simplest of visits would end in a universe threatening scenario- whether it was indeed the Master threatening the universe himself was often a flip of a coin. Chaos trailed behind the Master like a shadow, a tangible shred in the fabric of the universe. No matter his reason for visiting, whatever planet he dared to step his foot onto could never be left in the same state. His compulsion for chaos prevented it. He left destruction like footprints in the sand.

You adored it. You adored him. But some days the chaos felt just that- chaos. A heavy weight that made you crave nothing more than a good night's rest.

You sighed deep into your pillow, turning onto your side as you let out a hefty sigh. Even today, what had started as a simple visit to a museum had ended with utter destruction and you being banished from a whole subsection of space. The Master had, perhaps overnight, developed a strong passion for the correct and morally appropriate relocation of artifacts to their home planets, instead of keeping them in museums on the opposite side of space. From memory, you recalled musing about how strange this new desire was, how… benevolent. The shelves in his own office were crammed and sagging in the middle from the weight of all his stolen keepsakes. Since when was he so bothered about things being where they belonged?

Then you noticed the dangerous twinkle in his eye, his hand stretching outwards to grasp hold of your own, his electrifying touch leading you down the exhibition hall and towards the large glass cabinet housing a weapon of, when put bluntly, targeted mass destruction on a single planetary scale.

The Master's moral mission to return the artifact had been nothing more than a vehicle for destruction-the weapon was specially designed to implode the planet the moment it made contact with its unique outer crust, which was why the museum across the stars kept it in the first place. To prevent destruction. To show the universe such chaos must be prevented. Be contained. But with the shatter of glass, and a dastardly smile, the Master had taken it into his hands to wipe that planet from the map.

“That's what they get for working with the Grand Serpent.”

He’d grinned, watching the fire from the safety of his TARDIS, one hand upon your thigh, another bringing his teacup to his lips. He’d never been fond of that slimy old copycat. You’d smiled and sipped from your own cup in return, the curl of smoke in your nostrils a familiar and oddly comforting smell.

Your eyes fluttered shut, the darkness of your own head far more comforting than the darkness of the room. Sleep had begun to sink deep within your limbs, a welcomed relaxation as opposed to your mental debate.

The chaos, as he’d once said, was a wonderful thing. It was routine yet also unique, that strange unicorn of a lifestyle that tinged the edges of everything you knew. Chaos brewed itself in the smallest of fashions and grandest of scales. Cushions that didn’t match, eclectic mugs that filled up the cabinets, mountains of books yanked from the library and piled in precarious structures, minefields of abandoned and temperamental experimental devices that could go off at any moment scattered around the various labs in the TARDIS.

But it shone deep from within the Master's eyes, his deep browns a perilous vortex you could find yourself falling into at a moment's notice, never wishing to crawl free of him. He was a harbinger of chaos, a walking weapon of catastrophe, anarchy at his fingertips. He could send your body and soul into a frenzy as easy as destroying a dynasty. You could never want him any less.

Sometimes, however, it all became too much to handle. You needed much more rest than the Timelord could bring himself to want, need or take with the amount of adrenaline running through his system. With a kiss to your forehead, a promise to return, and a request to take full advantage of the luxuriously comfy hotel bed, the Master had returned to the labyrinth you’d lovingly called ‘The Timeline Club’- once more meeting with his former self to discuss new business. Business it was essential they’d both be able to remember.

The other Master had started to become a more prevalent part of your existence, arriving to join your plans on occasion, arriving to join your more personal excursions even more. The Master, your Master, with his wide smile and eyes that could soften to a dangerously innocent doe eyed look, had taken such pride in how willing you were to get to know his former self… intimately. A boost to the ego that could never be matched: No matter what body he was in, it seemed you were destined to find it ridiculously attractive- and you weren’t inclined to argue with his hypothesis, considering the other Masters' visits often ended in you providing damning evidence.

The long curtains that hung beside the wide window began to softly sway, caught in a gentle breeze as your brain began to slow, allowing your thoughts to soften. You’d once suggested to your Master, well, Masters now, that you'd felt an ‘off’ button to your brain would be far more effective in getting the amount of sleep you needed when running on such a tight schedule. Your younger Master (definitely younger, despite looking like he should have been the older Master- much like the brains, it was awfully confusing) had a penchant for that sort of thing, his words were able to guide you to such a wonderful rest in less than a minute. Hard as you tried, no sleep you could muster on your own had yet compared to his.

Making a space for him had been almost as easy as breathing. He was so different to your Master, so refined and stoic, yet the hold he had upon you was exactly the same. Your apprehension upon your first meeting had disappeared with the same ease that your mind had now disappeared into a needed slumber.

That was, until, you heard it. Your eyes barely cracked open at the familiar groan. The groan of the TARDIS, wheezing and phasing into existence. The breeze upon the curtains had swelled into a storm, the fabric billowing as the furniture began to lightly rattle, the cool wind snatching away the warmth of sleep you’d worked so hard to find.

You sat up slowly in bed, pushing the covers back with balled fists as the TARDIS finally materialized upon the far wall of the hotel room, taking the shape of an elaborate wardrobe, swirling carvings of hissing snakes deep within the mahogany wood.

“Master,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “You said you’d be hours, I've only just got in bed.”

The door to the wardrobe swung open, light piercing through the gap and bathing the room in a fierce purple glow. You squinted hard, your eyebrows furrowing. The Master's tardis had a red console unit light.

“Did you change the console room again?” You mumbled, rolling your shoulders. The ache from earlier in the day had finally returned to your joints.

There came no reply from within. Except for the slow click of high heels upon metal inching closer and closer.

“Master?”

“Not quite.”

A figure emerged, bathed in shadow, breaking the glow of the TARDIS with her silhouette. Her voice, a Scottish lilt, made your eyes snap wide open.

“But you’re not far off.”

The other wardrobe door opened, and the figure stepped out of the TARDIS and into the light. Her long brown hair was fashioned into a messy updo of curls, her piercing eyes precisely lined with deep black liner. A pale broach sat perfectly within her white collar upon her throat, her long purple skirt covered by a matching purple jacket, the tops of her sleeves puffing out like a victorian. She smiled darkly with her red rouged lips, brandishing a slender black umbrella in one hand, its metal tip digging into the carpet.

“My my, what big eyes you have.” She teased, stepping closer in her black leather heels.

“All the better to gawk and say ‘what the hell is going on?’ without actually saying anything.”

You inched back slowly, hand carefully creeping towards your phone on the nightstand. The intruder's gaze caught you immediately. She tutted lightly, before raising the umbrella in her grasp and aiming it at your phone. With a loud hiss, the phone jumped from the table and clattered to the floor, an involuntary yelp escaping you.

“That’ll do you no good, dearie.” She teased, shaking her head.

“There's no use calling him, there's no danger. He wouldn’t be so self sabotaging. I should know.”

“Who are you?” You snapped.

The intruder giggled, raising her free hand teasingly to her lips.

“Oh, he hasn’t told you? Typical men, always wanting to keep their shiny things to themselves. Such a boys club, isn’t it?”

“Answer the question.”

“I am!” The intruder replied, gesturing exasperatedly.

“No, you’re really not.”

“Uh, I really am. I’m providing indirect answers through context clues masked with sarcastic commentary! C’mon poppet, you’re letting the side down here.”

You pressed your lips together in a tight line, narrowing your gaze towards the strange woman.

The intruder sighed dramatically, placing her hands on her hips.

“Wow. He really didn’t tell you who I am? I’m offended. Seriously, totally offended. You’d think after promising to let you meet me A YEAR AGO he’d fill you in on the deetz- but no, you’ve been running around making whoopee with the silver fox for months, far too distracted to come and visit little old me!”

You opened your mouth to ask more questions, when memory got to you first. It was a partial haze, the image muddied by alcohol and exhilaration, yet you could still make out the shapes. One year ago you’d visited the Timeline Club for the first time- a year ago, you’d met your other Master for the first time. After your… antics… the Master, your Master, had carried you out and mentioned something about-

“Workshopping…” You said aloud. The intruder tilted her head like a curious cat.

“He’d said he’d be workshopping it… he said I needed to meet…”

The intruder stepped forward, reaching the edge of the bed and smirking expectantly. You looked up, awe slowly spreading across your features. You gasped softly, the tension falling from your shoulders.

“You’re… Missy?”

The Timelady hummed in approval, her hand reaching to cup your chin with her fingertips, lifting your face to meet her gaze.

“That’s Mistress to you right now, pet. We’re still getting to know each other.”

You gaped up at her, unable to pull your eyes away. You could see it within her eyes, that familiar twinkle of danger. It was the same one you saw in your Master's eyes.

“Now come along, we’ve much bonding to do, so little time.”

Missy preened, bringing her face closer to your own, leaning across the edge of the bed.

“I’ve been so looking forward to getting my hands on you, poppet. Those boys have been keeping too short a leash on you.”

The Mistress chuckled, booping the end of your nose with her fingertip.

“Now it’s my turn to have some fun.”

Missy grinned down at you. And in that smile, you saw the familiar storm of chaos.

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the-disastrous-life-of-miki · 24 days

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[chapter 1] JJK acting agency au fanfic

read me! i've decided this story is gonna be x reader! ⤷(f) - first name ⤷(l) - last name ⤷main ships: nanami x reader l other ships: toji x reader, gojo x reader, satosugu, mechamiwa, itafushi, chosoyuki

Chapter 1: Cubicle 707

where to read fic ao3 wattpad (link coming soon!)

At Star Crossed Acting & Modelling Agency (Or just Star Crossed) there are only 300 cubicles. Not including offices, meeting rooms, board rooms. But actual cubicles. So of course (f) scratched her head pacing around the 15th floor wondering where her cubicle would be. She was assigned Cubicle 707.

There were countless employees at the agency and there were even more clients too, but more then 700 cubicles? Even Star Crossed couldn’t manage that, even as one of the biggest acting agencies in the world. …No, THE biggest. You’re guaranteed stardom if you just were signed to them, there were countless famous actors and just as many models. It was like a huge safety net for the rich and famous. Diligent PR, connections with many big directors, brands and studios.

Maybe not a safety net for its employees. Because if there was one thing (f) couldn’t say is that she wasn't stressed. Her old manager was notorious for being picky, arrogant and a tyrant. Work was hell on earth but it paid well.

It's no wonder the offices were all well decorated with the same moody blue paint used throughout as accents. Curtains framing the floor to ceiling windows, overhanging lamps, arched door frames, beautiful natural light. An office worker’s dream to be working brutally at least somewhere somewhat aesthetically pleasing.

But that wasn’t the only perk in this hell hole.

The celebrities.

Every once in a while one of your favorite (And somewhat narcissistic) celebrity crushes could be just roaming the halls, talking to employees, and their managers. It’s not rare for somewhere like Star Crossed.

But of course this is a workplace not a museum and it was about 20 minutes where (f) had to clock in and she still had no idea where her cubicle was. With none of the coworkers (That she didn’t feel terrified around) being anywhere in her line of sight. She had to go out, and talk to her new boss.

Walking down the hall there she was. About to step into the same office she had been in with countless project proposals rejected, forced to restart and just somewhere she had no fond memories of.

Actually the entire building and every corner of it if she stared enough was a backdrop to one of her (ex)managers' tantrums.

She could be walking in the halls and of course she’d hear him asking about something, then throwing a couple sarcastic remarks or sometimes having a whole meltdown. A typical interaction with him was a typical interaction with a fussy, grumpy, teething toddler.

Zoning back she realized that she had just been standing outside the office for a good 3 minutes and she promptly knocked on the door waiting for someone to respond.

“Come in” She heard another man's voice call out thanking god that it wasn’t her ex manager (He did not leave the company he was just moved to a different sector, so he could literally be around any corner or still residing in the old office)

She pulled on the door then feeling stupid because the door had the words “PUSH” capitalized bolded and right in front of her gaze. The pushing on the door seeing her new boss.

He didn’t look up as she entered typing away at his keyboard glasses rested on his head. He had blonde hair in a kind of side part. His cheeks were hollow and face narrow. He looked tired with dark circles underneath his eyes, was it bad that she found that attractive.

He was nothing like her old boss (Based on purely looks)

He looked more gentle, tired, and definitely way more attractive.

“Hi..” (f) said taking in his office, it was bigger than the cubicle she worked in, even bigger than some of the regular offices she's been in.

And he looked up and stopped typing for a moment.

“Do you need something?”

i love this fanfic so far and i have so many more ideas and chapters to put out! this fic will be on the slowburn side! and i'll put out a new chapter soon!!!

also i made a oc masterlist and put some info on the oc i made for this fanfic! yes this fanfic isnt x oc or anything but the reader will be heavily based off of the oc i make for it!!!

thank you so so so much for reading!

luv miki!

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#jjk #x reader #fanfic #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jujustu kaisen #nanami x reader #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #geto suguru #alternate universe #office au #fics

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bluepeachstudios · 1 year

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Ghost's Birthday 2

Ghost's Birthday Masterpost

What is Plan Mauve? You chose to take Ghost out to the Natural History Museum to make up for missing his birthday.

"Where are you taking me?" Ghost asked, his mask twisted to cover his eyes as Raph led him along. He was wearing several layers of clothing and a facemask to hide his status as a mutant turtle.

"The point of a surprise is that you don't know where you're going, Cas," Mikey answered.

"I don't like surprises," Ghost muttered.

"We never would have guessed, he said sarcastically." Donnie rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry so much, Big Papa!" Leo insisted. "We've got the best plan, you're gonna love the shell out of this!"

"That just makes me more nervous," Ghost sighed. "What have you been planning? Why'd you have me bundle up like this?"

"Just a bit further," Mikey said excitedly.

Leo opened up the manhole cover and hopped out as Raph put Ghost up against the ladder to climb. Ghost did so hesitantly, obviously not pleased with being unable to see.

"Come on," Leo insisted, taking his arm as Ghost paused at the top. "Trust us!"

They all climbed out and Leo reached up to correct Ghost's mask, allowing him to see.

"Tada!" The four of them sang, holding out their hands towards the building in the distance. The American Museum of Natural History.

Ghost stared, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open. The boys watched him with anticipation.

"It's dangerous-" Ghost started slowly, though his eyes stayed locked on the museum.

"So is everything else," Leo dismissed. "And this is for your, Casper!"

"Because we missed your birthday," Mikey added.

Ghost's expression softened. "Ah... No, I... I don't celebrate."

"Well, you do now!" Raph announced, pushing Ghost along by the shoulders.

"We're disguised, you're disguised," Donnie listed. "I have the blueprints for the entire museum, including vents, service halls and stairs, and all exits. Besides that, this is the only way that I'll ever be able to go see a planetarium show."

He looked up at Ghost with stars and excitement in his eyes and Ghost near-instantly melted at the look. He relented. "Fine," He murmured, bumping his shoulder lightly against Donnie's. "But everyone stays together. No wondering off."

"Yes!" The boys cheered.

Raph led the way, buying the tickets with the money Splinter had offered for them to spend with Ghost. Ghost stayed tucked out of sight, and Leo, Mikey and Donnie stood around him like bodyguards until it was time to go inside.

The time they'd chosen was carefully planned to be the least busy part of the day, with no school trips or large groups booked. The entry hall was fairly empty when they walked in, the four boys surrounding Ghost as a shield.

"Oooh, map," Mikey cooed, going over to it immediately. Ghost followed after him, looking over it.

"Where do you want to go first?" Raph asked Ghost.

"You guys can choose," Ghost murmured. "Wherever you want to go."

"That's not the point, Gogo!" Mikey complained. "This is for you! To make up for missing your birthday!"

"You don't know when it is."

"Yeah, but you've been with us for way longer than a year," Leo looped his arm around Ghost's shoulders. "We've missed, like, several birthdays at this point. So you pick."

Ghost was silent for a moment as his eyes flickered over the map. He shook his fists at his side, which made the boys all look at each other with excited grins. Ghost was enjoying this.

"There's too many places," Ghost said finally. "You guys pick. I'll be happy wherever we go."

"The Cosmic Pathway and the planetarium!" Leo said excitedly, pointing to it. "Can you imagine watching Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies in a planetarium? That's the dream, buddy."

"I want to go see the dinosaurs!" Mikey insisted.

"Can we see the animals, too?" Raph asked hopefully.

"There's a lot of animals, Raph," Donnie answered flatly.

"I know," Raph defended. "Raph wants to see 'em!"

"I'd rather see the insectarium," Donnie rubbed his hands together. "They have one of the world's largest leafcutter ant displays and I must witness it."

#tmnt #tmnt ghost in the shell #Ghost's Birthday cyoa #rottmnt #tmnt 2003

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aries-rp-corner · 2 months

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During the scuffle with Dimah, Lamont meanwhile was spending time in the Museum. Checking out the relics, but his most favorite were the ancient stones and fossils. Admiring their uniqueness and wondered what they hold during the ancient times when Pokémon truly ruled the lands.

Holding the letter close to see it was an apology letter… he knew who it was from, and didn’t bother to open it. The man was still angry from what transpired…. “I know what that lad was doing, I’ve learned his battle tactics… I somewhat agree that I should of… been better…” He spoke to himself, holding his arm as a form of comfort. Looking up to the skeleton towering before him. “I… shouldn’t have left the group… I didn’t want to hear that a child being used as a weapon in someone’s eyes… who she believed life holds no meaning…. Like the man I fought so hard to convince what he was doing was wrong…. Only to have it blow up in my face he made me do something that…ugh….”

He pinched his forehead, all of that clearly damaged him mentally… walking out of the museum to see night approaching. Carefully putting on a hat as he began to walk back to the hotel, looking side to side, front and back to see if he’s being followed… for now, he was safe….

Upon arriving back the entrance of his room, he felt a heavy dark energy waiting for him on the other side. He knew what this was, as that quickly made him leave the spot out of fear. “Leaving so soon?~”

A voice echoed, Lamont looked back to see a ghostly hound phasing through the door.. but what spooked Lamont the most was the voice… no, sure this can’t be… he was told Veda was dead and turned into a hound like beast… surely! I can’t be!… right? “No…. You died…. She made sure of it!…. You can’t be…”

“I am, dear brother.~” The Hell Hound Veda smiled horribly, as this caused Lamont to run for his life. Hearing claws tapping the floors and heavy steps followed as well, Veda is on the hunt. “YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER!!~ I’ll make you regret EVERYTHING you have done!~”

Lamont didn’t want to know what Veda has in mind, he needed to get out. FAST. Flying down through the halls and stairs to reach outside for his Pokémon to defend him. He can feel his team shaking with fear and anger, truly ready to fight and defend. After finally reaching outside, Lamont turned as he sent out Fang who roared with rage as Veda emerged outside as well. “I don’t want to think about what you’ll be doing to me, but I know it’s NEVER going to happen!”

Fang instantly charged at the beast, causing Veda to move out of the way and charge at Lamont. “If I can make you kill a pest, I can certainly do it again!” He lunged at Lamont swiftly as the two met the ground. “Come any closer you pathetic fossil, and I’ll make sure your trainer meets his true end!”

Fang growled deeply, even a slight movement caused Veda to sink his claws into Lamont. Causing him to yelp in pain. Fang had to back away, yet Veda forced the T-Rex back into his Poké Ball. “There we go, now then…~” The hound turned over to meet his brother again. “Now… let’s get this over with, and too bad no one will see you on the other end.~ Enjoy the view, Brother.~”

All Lamont could remember was that he felt he was being dragged out of his own body and thrown to the side. Awoke to see golden stars on him, but what scared him the most was he can see through himself. “V-Veda! What did you do?! What have you-” Lamont then gasped as he witnessed Veda entering his body… slowly rising up as he sees his body taking a deep breath. Finally his head turned over with a sick grin. “This… This can’t be happening! This has to be a nightmare! Veda! GET OUT OF MY BODY!!”

“Annoying that only I can see you, but what will you do? You can’t do shit.~ Thank you for the proper body, dear brother.~” He turned over in time to see people rushing out of worry for the old man, causing Lamont to scream and yell at them that this is not really himself… yet… nothing… until….

“The Witch… Aries!” Lamont thought as he began to run to find the Frigate. Causing Veda concern, yet at the same time… an idea…

#pokémon rp #pokémon roleplay #tag: team cipher troubles #tag: Veda’s Vengeance #tag: Brothers of Light & Dark #tag: Lamont’s Requiem

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23 "winter there was cold" for Russingon, rated T or lower if you're so inclined? ♥️

winter there was cold

As they descended the mountains, the barren plains of Oiomúrë stretched open before them. It was the furthest away from Tirion Findekáno had ever come, and he felt the change in pressure as the last of the treelight faded behind them. Maitimo and Makalaurë walked in silence beside him, absorbed in their own wonder, and Tyelkormo and Carnistir were waiting ahead with Fëanáro.

Winter there was cold as the Ice of the North drew nearer but the discomfort was a price worth paying for the view of the stars that shone uncontested with the intensity of beating hearts, so close, Findekáno believed he could feel their trepidation against his palm if he only reached out a hand.

As their small group came together, Fëanáro told them in a whisper, as if taking care not to disturb the calm of the land. ‘The mists of Oiomúrë are known to be treacherous. The nearer we are to the sea, the harder it will be to see the path. Stay close to one another.’

Findekáno instinctively stepped closer to Maitimo, seeking the solidity of his body. Maitimo acknowledged him with his small smile that he had begun gifting to Findekáno lately. It was no more than a gentle twist of his lips but it made Maitimo’s face glow as few other things did. Findekáno chased after these fleeting moments, living from one smile to the next and letting his longing fill all the time in between.

This smile, like all the others, was entirely too short and Maitimo looked away toward the uncharted path ahead. They fell in step beside each other, matching the rhythm of their strides. The deeper into the plains they dove, the thicker the mists that surrounded them until even the stars above were blotted out as if painted over with a fine brush.

Time here was passing at a different pace, it bent and shifted like the sands under a tide. They had been walking back into history with every step further away from Tirion. Findekáno knew these lands to be ancient, unchanged for many ages since the time the world was still young, and the Valar stretched and folded the earth like bread dough, materializing the music they had sung together in the Timeless Halls. The stories of creation Findekáno had read in Tirion’s library were now unfolding before his very eyes as shapes strange and marvelous appeared like enormous statues, relics of things that had long evolved unrecognizable. It was Arda’s own museum preserved in the mists between the mountains and the Sea.

It would normally have been more than enough to hold his attention, but despite all the beauty around him, Findekáno found his heart pulled in a different direction. He snuck another glance at Maitimo, preferring to see the world in the reflection in his friends’ curious gaze. Maitimo’s presence tugged at his heartstrings, pulling him into its orbit. All the things Findekáno once had the patience for — Fëanáro’s teachings, the thrill of discovery, the merriment of spending time with friends — were now shadowed by Maitimo’s small smiles and stolen glances.

It had been thus since that day the two of them had sat together, as was their custom, conversing in the privacy of the weeping willow in Anairë’s gardens. Findekáno had said something in passing and Maitimo had laughed as a friend laughs not for what is told but for the sheer joy of simply being in the company of the other. Findekáno had sat listening, isolating that sound as a thing that only ever existed upon Arda for his sake alone. That Maitimo laughed like that only because Findekáno was in this world beside him.

It had been a swift moment, as long as the time it takes for a breeze to shake the willow branches but it had slammed against Findekáno with the force of a windstorm. A sudden realization of something that had already begun growing some time ago, Findekáno knew not when or how exactly, only that he no longer wished for their friendship only.

He knew no moment of peace after that.

‘I would like to show you something, Findekáno. Follow me,’ his friend whispered now as he pulled him by the hand, and there it was again, that feeling that Maitimo did some things for him only and no one else. They had separated from their companions, and Findekáno could hear no other whispers around them. He let himself be led toward a dark granite block that stood in the mist as a small mountain emerging from deep waters.

‘These shapes are remnants of Yavanna’s first trees,’ Maitimo explained, ‘when her creations were all but indistinguishable from Aulë’s. They were drawn from the earth like jewels, needing no light other than the stars.’

Findekáno placed his hand upon the trunk carefully as if afraid to damage its ancient body. Its surface shone as polished stone, the ridges smoothed by years uncountable, but he sensed the faint rhythm of life within like the languid breath of a slumbering giant. His fingers traveled along the body of the tree, caressing it with deep instinctive reverence while his other hand still held onto Maitimo’s. They had interlaced their fingers in their silent reverie, fitting perfectly against one another as a key falling into its lock.

They kept walking between the granite forest, holding on to each other. So thick was the air around them that Findekáno felt blind with his eyes open. They were moving into nothingness. Findekáno was there, and the ancient trees, and Maitimo beside him but they were casting no shadow. There was only the mist all around, everywhere. The illusion was so complete that Findekáno had trouble keeping his balance. He held Maitimo’s hand tighter.

It was a strange but not unpleasant experience. Findekáno’s mind turned still, all the worries that had rattled his waking hours on the long journey from Tirion dispersed somewhere. It was an entirely new feeling, this emptiness of thought, of existing fully within a moment and not knowing if it is the present, the past, or the future.

He sought the comfort of familiarity, something to ground him, and his memory recalled a scripture he had found among Indis’ collections. A transcription of a short verse by an unknown author, perhaps someone who had made the Great Journey to Eldamar.

Of the emptiness was Arda born

shapeless and nameless,

as all things that emerge

from Darkness unto Light.

Findekáno recited the words quietly, and the moment he spoke the last verse, he felt it in himself, this duality, the sensation that he was only one half of a whole. That there was another, made just for him.

I only am because there is You,

the stars are only bright

because darkness lies beneath.

‘Maitimo.’

‘Findekáno.’

He heard his own name just as he called Maitimo’s. They were reaching for each other in the half-light fitting their bodies like hands clasped together. Two halves becoming one.

There was no treelight, no starlight, no world, nothing. Only the two of them, existing in the harmless timelessness, Findekáno because there was Maitimo, Maitimo because there was Findekáno. Findekáno knew the ending of his hand only because Maitimo held it into his own, he could feel the borders of his lips only because Maitimo’s were pressed against them.

He knew then, no matter where or how far down the line of time they went, that they would always seek one another, be part of each other as the darkness exists within the light and the light in the darkness.

When they came apart, after some time that could be the blink of an eye or a full blooming of Laurelin, the mist around them had begun clearing. The space felt tangible again and sounds reappeared in the distance of their companions calling for them and the breaking of great waves against the shore.

They were standing at the edge of the world. Findekáno looked ahead and smiled, still holding Maitimo’s hand.

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#fingon #maedhros #russingon #valinor #prompt fills #ficlets #Holiday Silm Prompt Fest #my writing #silmarillion #tolkien

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【 Miracle Nikki CN 】 Wonder Museum • Star Hall

The moonlight shines on the hair of the girl playing the piano, like a flowing spring and breeze, No one is heartbroken by this heavenly melody, The moonlight shines on the hair of the girl playing the piano, like a flowing spring and breeze, It's like listening to the carols on the mountain.

Suit Display :: Song of the Lyra (天琴之颂)

Collection :: Wonder Museum • Star Hall

Date :: 19—25/06/2023

Type ::

5th Wonder Museum • Star Hall “Lyra”

Event & Pavilion

#Wonder Museum #Wonder Museum Star Hall #奇迹暖暖 #Miracle Nikki #Love Nikki #Nikki 3 #Nikki Up2U 3 #Orangecatty #Dress-Up Game #Nikki Diary Thailand #2023

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OK but, TMA entity inspired theme park divided into different sections based on the entities.

If you enter from the main guests, you’ll first see the Eye, which has a dark ride inspired by Jonah Magnus’s house, and a museum of oddities where visitors can give statements.

The Lonely has a forest garden, so big that you could walk for hours and see only your reflection on the lake.

On the opposite side of the lake, every night, the Desolation hosts a firework show that ends in an illusion of setting the lake on fire, and a coaster through the forest as you flee a blaze.

Cutting through the middle of the park, split into two halves, is the Food Corridor.

The front half is both a parent’s dream and their nightmare, themed to the corruption, it’s all unhealthy sweets, doughnuts and the kind of dubious cafe food that makes you wonder if it’s made of plastic, but there’s also loads of stuff about learning about bugs, like a butterfly garden, and a kids coaster called “Moths Flight.”

The second is themed to the Flesh. It sells a lot of meat products (obviously) and is probably sponsored by KFC. There’s probably a few carnival games themed to the bone gardens and stuff, as well as a dark ride about the human body and a shop offering piercings, those plastic body halloween props and bone flower models.

The Hunt and Slaughter share a section, and it definitely attracts a lot of thrill seekers. There’s loads of coasters including one of those duel ones so you’re trying to catch/escape the other track called “beasts” and a kid’s playground with mass games of laser tag, hide and seek and manhunt overseen by staff members.

The Dark and End’s section tends to blend together, featuring a space mountain style ride for the dark, a graveyard dance 4D experience that sells fake death certificates from the End, and special shows on Eclipses. The Dark also has a shooter where you ‘turn off’ the stars.

The Stranger’s section is split across the food corridor, with the small section being more adult. There’s a coaster where the idea is you’re running from a killer clown, and year round 16+ horror maze with a similar premise. The other section is for kids. There’s a two story carousel, a massive circus, a wax museum and a few kid’s coasters. It probably also has a bounce house.

The Vast and Buried are next to each other. On the overlap between the two opposed entities is a dive coaster similar to Alton Towers’ Oblivion, where riders plunge from a vertical drop into an underground section, though both sections last longer than AT’s one.

The Vast has a massive aquarium, one of those spinning swing rides, a log flume and a drop tower.

The Buried has a mine train that really goes underground, a massive sandpit just called ‘DIG’ and a zoo exhibit with mongoose or meerkats where you can walk through the underground part of the exhibit and see the tunnels they did in a large, clear tunnel.

The Web is one of the smaller sections, with only a puppet show that runs twice an hour for twenty minutes, hosted in a theatre that looks like a run down old house on the top of a hill. In the same building is ARACHNID ENCOUNTER, a shooter ride where you shoot spiders.

The Spiral has a maze and hall of mirrors, as well as a downward corkscrew coaster just called ‘spiral’ and some other carnival rides designed to be just vomit inducing.

The smallest section of the park is fenced off, but promises to ‘TORMENT YOU SOON’ and is rumoured to be extinction themed. No one knows much about planned attractions, just the titles: one called meteor people think will be a family coaster and an experience called ‘After Us’ sponsored by the Lukas Corporation.

At the center of the park, flanked by a hotel, is Smirke Square. It hosts a market, impermanent carnival rides, and a large stage. On this stage, every morning at 6 hotel guests can watch the park be opened to a ritual, and every evening at 10 anyone can watch the closing ceremony of a counter ritual that shuts the park down for another day.

#TMA #the Magnus Archives #The Eye #The Web #The Lonely #the desolation #the flesh #the spiral #The Stranger #the corruption #the dark #the end #the vast #the buried #the extinction #the hunt #the slaughter #Magpod

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Blake Shelton And His Wife, Gwen Stefani To Drop Heartfelt Duet, 'Purple Irises,' Ahead Of Valentine’s Day - Country Now

Love is in full bloom for Blake Shelton and his wife, Gwen Stefani who just announced that they have a new love-filled duet coming this Friday, February 9.

Taking to social media on Monday (Feb. 5), the couple revealed that the romantic tune titled “Purple Irises” will be released just in time for Valentine’s Day. Their recent joint post included the cover photo which boasts a retro theme as Stefani and Shelton both sport all-denim looks while looking giddy in the brightly colored living room setting. The country star appears to be plucking his guitar while his other half admires him from the bright yellow striped couch. The background décor features hanging wall art of purple irises to match the name of the song.

Stefani Shares A Teaser of The New Tune

Fans got to hear a sneak peek of the mid-tempo tune through a several clips posted to Stefani’s TikTok account. The pair are seen in the studio, and building out a string of effortless harmonies while celebrating how strong their love is for one another.

“If someone comes along and tries to love you like I love you/ Don’t know what I’d do/ Don’t want to lose you/ If someone comes along and tries to take you, tries to make you/ Don’t let them change your mind/ Wonder why you took a risk/ On a broken heart you cannot fix/ No I never knew a love like this/ Now we’re picking purple irises,” Stefani and Shelton sing on the chorus.

In her caption, she simply wrote “… now we’re picking purple irises 🪻,” while in the comment section added, “we love u guys so excited to share w u 💜💜💜💜💜 gx.”

The pop star was not included in the 2024 panel of coaches, however, fans will have the chance to see her on the stage of several festival this year including Cali Vibes, Coachella, Lovers & Friends and more. Plus, in January, she teased plans to reunite with her former bandmates of the rock band, No Doubt, for an upcoming show. Stefani has yet to share when or where this performance will take

As for Shelton, he’s gearing up to embark on his highly anticipated Back To The Honky Tonk Tour. The 17-date trek launches on February 22 in Hershey, Pennsylvania, and will run through March 29 in Wichita, Kansas. The upcoming tour is the follow-up to his 2023 run of the same name.

This year, Shelton will be joined on the tour by Dustin Lynch and Emily Ann Roberts.

Shelton To Return To Oklahoma For Hometown Show

Following the final date of the tour, the Oklahoma native will return to his home state on Saturday, March 30 for a supersized concert to benefit the Country Music Hall of Fame® and Museum and its education programs.

Shelton will bring his live show to the BOK Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma for the star-studded All for the Hall concert. Joining the Grand Ole Opry member will be Country Music Hall of Fame member Ronnie Dunn, Tony and Emmy Award-winner Kristin Chenoweth, ACM and CMA nominee Wade Hayes and fan-favorite songwriters/performers The Swon Brothers. Additional artists will be added to the lineup in the coming weeks.

All proceeds from the show will go to the nonprofit museum’s education initiatives, which directly served more than 230,000 people through in-person and virtual programs in 2023.

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In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ chapter 7: A Dance with Shadows II

Miles Morales, also known as Spider-Man, swung through the bustling streets of Manhattan, the memory of his encounter with the infamous burglar, Black Cat, fresh in his mind. As he traversed the cityscape, his thoughts drifted to that fateful night at the Jewish Museum—an encounter that left him with a mixture of fascination and conflict.

Black Cat had captivated his attention from the moment he first caught sight of her sleek, black-clad figure. Her agility and grace were unmatched, a testament to what seems to be her years of experience as a cat burglar. Miles found himself both drawn to her enigmatic presence and torn by his responsibility as a superhero to bring her to justice.

As he recapped the events in his mind, Miles couldn't help but acknowledge the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them. Their interactions were a delicate dance of pursuit and evasion, a game that challenged his resolve and pushed the boundaries of his moral compass. He understood the danger of being entangled with someone like Black Cat, but he couldn't deny the allure that emanated from her very being.

In the hallowed halls of the Jewish Museum, Miles had engaged in a relentless chase, his senses heightened by the thrill of the hunt. He marveled at Black Cat's agility and wit, her ability to outmaneuver him at every turn. Yet, he also felt a sense of frustration—his duty as Spider-Man clashed with the undeniable attraction that simmered beneath the surface.

As the pursuit intensified, Black Cat's teasing words echoed in Miles' mind. Her seductive taunts left him both intrigued and conflicted. He had a duty to protect the city, to apprehend those who threatened its safety. Yet, a part of him longed for more than just a cat-and-mouse game with Black Cat—a connection that transcended the roles of hero and villain.

In the aftermath of their encounter, as Black Cat vanished into the shadows, Miles was left with a mix of emotions. He grappled with the complexities of his feelings, questioning his own motivations and desires. He knew that he couldn't allow himself to be swayed by temptation, that he must remain true to his purpose as Spider-Man. But the memory of Black Cat lingered, a tantalizing enigma that had woven itself into his web of responsibilities.

Sitting atop a towering skyscraper, Miles gazed out over the city below. The lights of Manhattan twinkled like stars, illuminating the paths that stretched before him. He knew that he must tread carefully, that the allure of Black Cat's presence could lead him down a treacherous path. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that their encounter was just the beginning—an introduction to a more intricate web of fate that awaited them both.

As he pondered the enigmatic burglar, Miles couldn't help but wonder about the complexities that lie within her. Behind her cunning and stealth, what secrets did she hold? What motivated her to walk the line between darkness and light? The questions swirled in his mind, each one intertwining with the threads of his own journey as Spider-Man.

With a deep breath, Miles fortified his resolve. He knew that his duty as a hero extended beyond simply capturing villains—it also meant protecting those who might be drawn into the darkness. Black Cat was a challenge, a test of his strength and character. And though the allure of her presence beckoned, he would not allow himself to be consumed by the dance of shadows.

As the city hummed with life, Miles swung through its streets once more, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him. He was determined to protect the people of Manhattan, to ensure their safety and well-being. And in the midst of this endless dance between hero and villain, he vowed to remain true to himself, guided by his principles and unwavering commitment to justice.

The encounter with Black Cat had left an indelible mark on Miles' journey as Spider-Man. It was a reminder of the fine line he walked, the delicate balance between responsibility and desire. The dance with shadows had awakened something within him—a sense of purpose and an understanding of the complex nature of heroism.

As he swung through the city, his spider-senses attuned to the rhythm of the night, Miles remained vigilant. He knew that his path would inevitably cross with Black Cat once more, their destinies forever entwined. But he was determined to navigate the complexities of their relationship with integrity and honor, ensuring that justice prevailed while treading the fine line between duty and desire.

In the ever-changing landscape of Manhattan, Miles Morales embraced his role as Spider-Man—a protector of the city, a guardian of its inhabitants. And as the dance with shadows continued, he would face the challenges that awaited him, his heart resolved to remain steadfast, guided by his unwavering commitment to be the hero that the city needed.

#x reader #x reader series #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse imagine #spider gang #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #miles morales x reader #miles morales #spider gwen #gwen stacy x reader #ghost spider x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #in love with the same cat #in love with the same cat series #spiderman into the spiderverse masterlist

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I’m evolving…

Here’s my Spotify Wrapped if anyone is interested (I’m not adding pictures other than the conclusion, I’ll just write it out in text):

I listened to 21 genres

1. Rock

2. Vocaloid

3. pov: indie

4. Pop

5. Pixel

My song taste is most similar to Savannah, Florida, USA (because Spotify said how they like MCR, Will Wood, and IDKHBTFM)

I played 769 songs this year

My top songs were:

1. Vampires Will Never Hurt You by My Chemical Romance (played 35 times)

2. Absinthe by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

3. Freak on a Leash by Korn

4. Dead! by My Chemical Romance

5. The End. by My Chemical Romance

I listened to Spotify music for 9,272 minutes (6 days) with the highest day coming out to 363 minutes (6.05 hours) and was in the top 33% of listeners worldwide

I listened to 397 artists this year

My top artist was Muse (as you saw up top, I’m keeping up the trend) and was a top 1% fan who spent 1,401 minutes (23.35 hours) listening to them with the song I listened to the most by them being Futurism (2001)

My other top artists were:

2. MCR

3. Korn

4. Pierce the Veil

5. Ghost

I now conclude this by letting you know that I’m going to Spotify’s HQ and finding the person who didn’t pay their overworked employees who created this… “design” (I just wanna talk…)

Top 100 incoming, so brace yourself! Turn back before it’s too late!

1. Vampires Will Never Hurt You (by MCR)

2. Absinthe (by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME)

3. Freak on a Leash (by Korn)

4. Dead! (by MCR)

5. The End. (by MCR)

6. System of a Down (by SOAD)

7. Young Girl A (by Siinamota)

8. Futurism (by Muse)

9. Demolition Lovers (by MCR)

10. Rolling Girl (by wowaka)

11. Moonchild (by Fields of the Nephilim)

12. Sunburn (by Muse)

13. You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us (by MCR)

14. Duality (by Slipknot)

15. Death of an Executioner (by Pierce the Veil)

16. Pretty Rave Girl (by S3RL)

17. Freakin’ Freak (by Dot Dot Curve)

18. 2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.) (by Will Wood)

19. King for a Day (by Pierce the Veil)

20. This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race (by FOB)

21. Dragula (by Rob Zombie)

22. The Second Law: Unsustainable (by Muse)

23. I Can’t Decide (by Scissor Sisters)

24. Venom (by Kairikibear)

25. As the World Caves In (by Matt Maltese)

26. Muscle Museum (by Muse)

27. The Only Hope for Me is You (by MCR)

28. Ga (ft. Hatsune Miku) (by Utsu-P)

29. girl’s a liar (by witted)

30. Neutron Star Collision (Love Is Forever) (by Muse)

31. I / Me / Myself (by Will Wood)

32. It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish (by MCR)

33. Got the Life (by Korn)

34. Screenager (2001) (by Muse)

35. People Are Strange (The Doors)

36. The Foundations of Decay (by MCR)

37. Redesign Your Logo (Bonus Track) (by Lemon Demon)

38. Creep (by Radiohead)

39. You Know My Name (by Chris Cornell)

40. This is How I Disappear (by MCR)

41. Ruler of Everything (by Tally Hall)

42. Eighth Wonder (by Lemon Demon)

43. Virtual Insanity - Remastered (by Jamiroquai)

44. Planetary (GO!) (by MCR)

45. Lost One’s Weeping (by Neru)

46. Newly Edgy Idols (by Mitchie M)

47. Take Me to Church (by Hozier)

48. Hang ‘Em High (by MCR)

49. Hurt (by NIN)

50. Starman - 2012 Remaster (by David Bowie)

51. Escape (by Muse)

52. Give ‘Em Hell, Kid (by MCR)

53. Dead Bodies Everywhere (by Korn)

54. Because You’re Here (by PinocchioP)

55. Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm (by Get Started)

56. BUG (by Kairikibear)

57. Twist (by Korn)

58. Mama (by MCR)

59. Witch Image (by Ghost)

60. DARLING DANCE (by Kairikibear)

61. Freely Tomorrow (by Mitchie M)

62. Sleep (by MCR)

63. Press Play Walk Away (by S3RL & SynthWulf)

64. Hysteria (by Muse)

65. Babooshka - 2018 Remaster (by Kate Bush)

66. Party Poison (by MCR)

67. Law-Evading Rock (by Neru)

68. Meltdown (by iroha(sasaki))

69. Du hast (by Rammstein)

70. Micro Cuts - XX Anniversary RemiXX (2021) (by Muse)

71. Acid (by Ghost Town)

72. Hurt (by Johnny Cash)

73. Living Dead Girl (by Rob Zombie)

74. White Rabbit (by Jefferson Airplane)

75. Bad Romance (by Lady Gaga, covered by Artist Vs Poet)

76. KING (by Kanaria)

77. ‘Cause I’m a Liar (Kokichi Oma Fan Song) (by Mcki Robyns-P)

78. Showtime Ruler (by Karasuyasabou, covered by Kino Hina, Machico, Hirose Daisuke, and Toki Shunichi)

79. Little Kandi Raver 2012 (by S3RL)

80. Poi Poi Poi Popoi Poi Popi (by Ayaman Japan)

81. Thank You for the Venom (by MCR)

82. Points of Authority (by Linkin Park)

83. Love Me, Love Me, Love Me (by Kikuo)

84. Death city (by 6arelyhuman, syris)

85. GouZinZanGoku (by DEVILOOF)

86. Hurt (Quiet) (by NIN)

87. Dead Star (by Muse)

88. Blind (by Korn)

89. Absolution (by Ghost)

90. Savior (by Rise Against)

91. Unintended (by Muse)

92. My R (by WADATAKEAKI KurageP)

93. Caramelldanse (by Caramell)

94. I’m Not Okay (I Promise) (by MCR)

95. Endlessly (by Muse)

96. Johnny Johnny (by Danny Gonzalez)

97. Cirice (by Ghost)

98. I Never Told You What I Do For a Living (by MCR)

99. Momento Mori: the most important thing in the world (by Will Wood)

100. I’m Sorry, I’m Sorry (by Kikuo)

#spotify #spotify wrapped #music #muse band #my chemical romance #mcr #korn band #pierce the veil #the band ghost #vocaloid #(I was listening to a lot of that by the end of the year)#rock music #scene #emo #scemo #mint mumbles

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Ion & Emily

Cannonball's Story - Part II

Part 1

She pauses and smiles at me.

"You're probably wondering what this has to do with tattoos," she says. "I'm getting to that, I promise."

Tattoos? Oh right… I asked her about tattoos. I'm just laying there listening to her tell me her back story, just absolutely riveted. It's *the* story, her story. It's the story I've been dying to hear, but have been too respectful of her boundaries to actually ask about.

"I… can I kiss you first? I just feel so bad for her, I mean you. I want her to be okay-"

She interrupts me by pressing her lips to mine.

"She grows up and falls in love with the most beautiful woman in the world," she whispers. "But you already know that part of the story."

I kiss her again and… well, let's just say it takes us a few minutes before she continues the story…

The bottom three floors of the Tower are open to the public. There's an entire museum for the heroes who have resided in its halls. Emily and John had spent countless afternoons in the Tower while their parents did their super hero work. It was basically their second home and they had mastered the art of sneaking out long before they ever put on their costumes.

She squeezed through the blind spot in the security cameras and out the hidden service exit and slipped into the afternoon crowd. Nobody paid her any mind, people saw what they wanted to see. Nobody connected the hunched shouldered teenager in the ratty punk outfit with the towering posters of the smiling confident superhero.

She reached in her pocket and pulled out her earbuds. As she cranked the volume up, she idly wondered how long it would take for them to take the posters down. How long before Cannonball went from being front and center to one of the footnotes they kept in the back?

She wove through the crowd, not paying attention to any of the displays until one in particular made her stop.

The shoot for the infamous family portrait had been a complete nightmare. It always was whenever her parents were in the same room together. Once upon a time, they might have been a happy little family, but those days had long passed. The only reason they were officially still together was optics. That day in particular her mother had been sniping at everyone while her father kept checking his watch. She needed the shoot to be perfect and he needed it to be done and over. Emily couldn’t remember if this version of the portrait had been taken before or after she started crying. Not that anyone could tell with the costume and the makeup and editing.

Like almost everything else in her life, it was all fake - a shiny, glitzy mask to hide behind.

She shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket sullenly and continued walking, past the displays, past the gift shops and outside. The sounds and smells of the city slammed into her and she had to take a moment to savor it.

She was free. Her heart was still raging with what felt like every conceivable emotion, but she was free.

She hopped onto the first city bus she saw, not caring at all where it was bound. She settled into a window seat and gazed at the city drifting by. Eventually her luck would run out, John wouldn’t be able to stall for her any more and somebody would be sent to retrieve her.

It was a half hour before she spotted someone staring at her from the corner of her eye. The girl was probably her age, vaguely familiar, with an oversized Star Trek t-shirt and constellation print leggings that screamed nerd. She was pretty enough, with a cute face and platinum blonde hair that ended in pink tips, but the expression on her face sent a spike of panic through Emily . The gray-blue eyes behind the thick rimmed glasses were wide with a "holy shit, I know exactly who you are" expression.

Emily knew her from somewhere. How did she… oh…

It was the recently rebranded Lady Lacuna, formerly known as Princess Portal, sidekick to the villain Doctor Magma and Cannonball's archnemesis.

Of all the buses Emily could have picked, on this of all days, it had to be the one Lady Lacuna was on.

Emily forced a smile and made a small wave. The girl returned it awkwardly.

The bus lurched to a stop and the person sitting next to her stood and disembarked. Emily plucked her earbuds out and gestured at the vacant seat in invitation. The girl's lips parted in surprise and after a moment's hesitation, she joined her.

"I'm Emily," she said, forcing a casual tone.

The girl gawked at her. Emily had just committed a significant breach in decorum.

"Uh… Sarah," she answered reluctantly.

They rode in silence for a few minutes while Sarah nervously drummed her fingers on her thighs.

"Okay, I'm sorry," Sarah finally said. "I'm just gonna be blunt and ask you what you're doing here on a city bus."

"Running away I guess," Emily responded with a shrug.

"Okay… uh… why?"

"Well, I just quit my sports team… if you know what I mean."

Sarah cocked her head and screwed up her face in cofusion.

"What do you… Oh! You… oh shit, are you serious?"

Emily nodded.

"Like… for real quit, right? Like you're not switching teams or anything?"

Emily made a face. Oh god, of course some people would jump to that conclusion, why hadn’t she realized that?

"No, definitely for real quit. Retired. Done. I realized I'm just not interested in a career in… professional sports."

"Oh…"

She looked… almost crestfallen. Emily didn't have the faintest idea what went on in a supervillain's mind, for whatever reason, some of them seemed to have a good portion of their identity tied up in their nemesis.

No. Emily was absolutely not going to feel bad for Sarah. They were… what? Enemies? Coworkers? More than anything else, they were practically strangers.

That said, their lives had been weirdly entwined for the past few year and a half. She owed her something, some platitude.

"Hey," Emily said, trying to force a reassuring tone into her voice. "You've got your whole career ahead of you. You'll figure it out and you'll do great… at… whatever it is you do."

Sarah snorted with laughter.

"Oh my god, this is so fucking weird…" she said and glanced at the flashing sign at the front of the bus. "Look… um… I know we're not like friends or whatever, but I'm at the next stop. If you need like a place to crash tonight or dinner, I'm sure my dad would be fine with it."

Emily hadn't eaten anything since before that day's fight and she really didn't have enough cash to buy anything, but…

"Your… dad?" she asked, letting the unspoken question linger in the air between them.

Sarah hunched her shoulders slightly defensively.

"Yeah… um… he's cool though. Like, we've got a strict 'business stays at the office' policy at home."

Cannonball would have declined. Cannonball never would have consorted with supervillains. Then again, Cannonball wouldn't be on a bus going god knew where.

Fuck it, she told herself. Cannonball doesn't exist any more.

"Yeah, sure," she replied. "Why not?"

They stepped off the bus into a neighborhood of cozy tightly packed town houses, corner groceries and little hole in the wall restaurants. Neither of them spoke as Sarah led them down a side street to one of the narrow townhouses, past a garden full of tomatoes and towering sunflowers to a blue door that very intentionally resembled a pop culture reference that was just beyond Emily's understanding.

The interior of the house was… domestic. It was the only way Emily could describe it. It looked lived in, smelled lived in, in a way that was startling to someone who had spent her entire life being followed by a cleaning crew that made sure not a single thing was out of place. Sarah led her past cabinets full of rock collections, bookshelves crammed full with every imaginable topic, and photos, so many photos.

"Hey dad!" Sarah called into the kitchen and a tall balding man with a dusting of stubble on his chin emerged. If Emily hadn't known who Sarah really was, she never would have suspected this man was the infamous Doctor Magma.

"This is Emily," Sarah explained. "She's uh… one of my classmates… Is it okay if she joins us for dinner?"

Sarah's father appraised Emily with the same piercing blue-gray eyes as his daughter. That gaze seemed to pierce straight through to the truth of her. Shit, if he figured out who she was and decided to do something villainous, what was she supposed to do?

His eyes lingered on her black eye and his forehead creased. His eyes darted to Sarah with a worried look. Oh shit… he was worried about the safety of his daughter and his home.

"Do your parents know where you are?" he asked with a slight edge of concern.

She shook her head.

He sucked on his teeth for a moment before replying.

"Alright." He gestured behind him. "Is lasagna okay?"

Emily stared in shock. There was no way he didn't know exactly who she was. He knew exactly what it meant that he had a missing superhero in his home and he was asking her if lasagna was okay for dinner?"

"Uh… yeah, that'd be great. Thank you."

He gave her a nod and flicked his eyes to his daughter.

"Sarah, can I borrow you for a minute?"

Emily recognized that gesture for what it was and made her exit, leaving father and daughter to an urgent hushed conversation.

She drifted through the house and found herself idly perusing the copious photos. Nearly all of them featured some version of Sarah: a laughing toddler covered in chocolate, a little girl in a hospital bed grinning over a box of Legos bigger than she was, a slightly older version dressed as an astronaut for Halloween, a middleschooler winning first prize at a science fair, a teenager and her father posing and grinning devilishly in front of a volcano in Iceland.

One in particular caught her eye that brought a twinge of jealousy. It was the two of them together, surrounded by rainbow flags, Sarah with an incandescent smile and a pink, purple and blue flag draped over her shoulders like a cape, her dad with a t-shirt that said "free dad hugs" and a sign that said "I'm proud of my daughter" with a backsplash in the same colors as the flag.

Emily swallowed a lump in her throat. Her own parents had been less than supportive when she and John came out as a united front. Their mother begged them to please consider the implications to their careers. Their father had grown stonily quiet in a way that terrified her. That had been one of the few times she could remember seeing her brother cry since they were little.

And here was evidence that it hadn't needed to have been like that. There was a world out here beyond her own narrow experiences.

Emily barely knew these people, but everything here in this house seemed so genuine. There was nobody to impress, no reason to keep such an excessive number of photos on display except as a personal reminder of what was important.

"We're not evil, you know," Sarah said behind her. Emily turned to see her holding the photo of her in the hospital bed with the Legos and examining it with a distant expression. Despite the grin of delight, the version of Sarah in that picture was a pale imitation of the version that stood before her.

"Imagine a single father," Sarah continued, "and his daughter gets sick, like really really sick, and they start drowning in medical bills. Now imagine he's got this really specific skill set and the life of the one person he loves more than anything else is locked behind a paywall. What is he supposed to do?"

Emily didn't know how to respond to that. She hunched her shoulders and hugged her arms guiltily. She had sat through many dinnertime lectures on why people turned to villainy, about the difference between A-listers and B-listers. According to her mother, that knowledge was supposed to make them better heroes or something.

Sarah sighed and replaced the photo on top of the piano.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "There's not much point giving you the whole morality lecture now that you're retired. I've just been rehearsing that in my head for a while now."

"No, it's okay," Emily replied. "I get it. I guess that might be part of why I left. The whole system is fucked. My brother is still convinced that he can change it from the inside."

Sarah snorted.

"Yeah, let me know how that works out for him."

"How is that working out for him?" I ask as the pause stretches out.

She makes a half shrug.

"He still believes," she replies. "Like all the hospital visits and charity auctions and stuff he does. He still thinks all those little things make a difference. I guess they kind of do to the people he meets, but it doesn’t do much in the big picture."

I lay there for a while considering that.

"You know Sarah's basically my best friend now?" I say after a moment.

Her lips quirk.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised.”

"Her dad's pretty cool," I say.

She closes her eyes and smiles wistfully.

"Let me tell you, that was one of the weirdest meals of my life."

"So," he said. "Sarah tells me you quit your team."

Emily ducked her head and nodded. Of course this would come up in small talk.

"Have you thought about what you'd want to do instead?"

Emily's fork froze over her plate. It had been years since an adult had asked her that. Everyone just assumed they already knew the answer. Hell, even when they had asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up, she always told them she wanted to be like mommy and daddy because that's what was expected of her.

"Pardon?" she mumbled.

"Well, you're clearly not interested in following in you parents' footsteps. If you could do anything, what would you do?"

"Uh… art I guess. Sculpture."

"The world could always use more artists," he said with a smile.

This was all so absolutely surreal. Two months ago, Doctor Magma was robbing a bank and she and John teamed up with Crimson Condor to take him down. Now she was eating at his table with her archnemesis and he was asking what she wanted to be when she grew up.

He cleared his throat, interrupting her train of thought.

"Since you're here, I figure I should thank you-"

"Daaaaad, nooooo…" Sarah said as she went red with embarrassment.

"What?" he asked. "She's here now. Who knows if I'll get another chance to say this?"

Sarah groaned and buried her head in her hands.

"Thank me for what exactly?" Emily asked.

"That public statement you made about coming out a while back. It meant a lot to a lot of kids. I know it meant a lot for Sarah and her friends."

"Oh…"

"Oh my god, it was awful," Sarah said before Emily could think of a better response. "It's all they talked about for weeks. I had to pretend to be your fan for a month. Like yay, Cannonball is gay, isn't that great? Yeah, it's great, I also spent last Friday getting my ass kicked by her."

"Oh, come on, Sarah," her father chided. "It got you out of the closet didn't it?"

Sarah flushed.

"And how did you respond?" she demanded. "'Hi, bisexual, I'm dad.' You knew already! You knew and you were sitting on that stupid joke waiting for the right moment to unleash it on me!"

He flashed a smile and gave Emily a wink.

"All I'm saying is you did make a difference where it mattered. It's something you can be proud of."

"Oh…" Emily repeated. "Thanks, I guess."

~~~

I'm sorry, I lied. No tattoos in this one because it got away from me. Good news is there's gunna be a part 3

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Batober Day 4-Forgotten

“IT’S TOO LATE CAPED CRUSADERS!” yelled the Time Commander as he held in his hand an azure orb that shined bright like a star.

“With this Orb of Chronos! I, The Time Commander, shall carve my name into Gotham City and eventually all of TIME!” Everything the orbs light touched began to vibrate and morph before turning to dust or becoming brand new, Time Commander chuckled as he grasped the orb and summoned two rifts in space Time which summoned a Tyrannosaurus Rex and a Smilodon to face down the caped crusaders.

“Holy Prehistoric Predators, Batman! He’s using the orb to summon beasts from the past!” exclaimed Robin who readied himself alongside Batman for a true challenge of a fight.

“Hurry Robin! We must disarm him and deactivate the orb before he rips apart the fabric of reality!” Batman and Robin raced forward, the Dynamic Duo grappling upwards as they split up to battle the two beasts.

WHAM!

Batman grunts as he slams his gloved fist against the jaws of the Pleistocene big cat before tossing a roundhouse kick that sends it flying back through the rift that summoned it.

“YABBA-DABBA DOO!!!” Robin bellowed as he slid down the back of the T-Rex, somersaulting off as he reached the tip of the beast's tail. The tyrannosaurus roared and lunged at the Boy Wonder who landed on his hands at the feet of the Time Commander allowing him to kick his weapon out of his hands and into the air.

“No!! You fool! You don’t know what you’ve done!” yelled the Violet Villain who jumped after the orb. But before he could land a single digit on the object of his desire, Robin seized the opportunity and threw one of his Birdarangs which shattered the orb. “NO!!!!”

There was only a flash of light, Time Commander screamed as he felt himself being dragged towards the core of the explosion like a blackhole which threatened to take even Robin. Robin fought back against the explosions force, stabbing a Birdarang into the ground to hold him in place with Batman doing the same with his grappling line. “Hang on Robin!”

“But Batman! The Time Commander!” The two looked on in horror as The Time Commander screamed in agony as the villain felt every atom in their body be dragged into the vortex before vanishing in an explosion of light that destroyed the exhibit. Robin coughed as the smoke cleared, Gotham’s duo looked in shock as they found no trace of The Time Commander or the Orb of Chronos.

“Where did he go?” asked Robin.

“Not where, Old Chum, but when.”

YEARS LATER

Neo-Gotham. 20XX. What was once a modern gothic nightmare had now fully embraced the world of the future and technology, flying cars that flew amongst the sky scrapers and neon signs that displayed an advertisement every passing second. In the bowels of this city, a hooded vagabond stumbles through the empty halls of the Gotham History Museum groaning with every step as he arrives at his destination.

THE HALL OF VILLAINS

Inside of the exhibit, countless statues and holograms depict Batman’s many battles with various rogues and criminals in the city's history. The Joker. Two-Face. Killer Croc. Mr. Freeze. Bane? Half of these freaks he’d hadn’t heard of, and the rest were just starting out alongside him. The vagabond growls as he reaches the end of the exhibit, not a single hint or sign of him, anywhere. The vagrant’s eyes begin to crackle with energy and he explodes with energy, decimating the building as he begins to float off of the ground and destroy the surrounding area as he reveals his true form.

“CALENDAR MAN! CALENDAR MAN GOT A STATUE! BUT I, THE TIME COMMANDER WAS FORGOTTEN TO TIME! FOOLS!! I AM THE MASTER OF TIME! I RULE THE SANDS OF TIME AND CONTROL EVERY INCH OF YOUR PATHETIC LIVES! I AM-”

“Someone who talks way too much.” The Time Commander turns around and grunts as a flying black torpedo slams his body into the concrete. He groans in pain and blasts the vehicle off of his body, his eyes flaring up with the energy that surrounded his hands and levitated him off of the ground.

“Who the hell are you?” The Time Commander glared at the black and red figure who stood atop of a streetlight glaring at him unflinching. He noted the large red Bat that decorated his chest, and instantly put it together. “No. It can’t be. You’re…”

“Yep. I’m Batman!” The futuristic Batman Beyond leaps into the air before falling towards Time Commander wielding an oddly designed Batarang in hand. With a single toss, the flying weapon slammed into the villain's body causing him to scream in agony as he felt his body being torn apart once again. “And you’re history.”

“N-No! NO!!! I-I am… I… Who? What? WHO AM I? NO!!! NO!! NOooooooo!!”

KRA-KA-KOOOM!!!!

A beam of light shot upwards into the sky, leaving a smoking crater in the street as Batman flew away to the nearest rooftop. “Well that was some lightshow, gotta say. Kinda weird that you just have a batarang to deal with time travelers.”

“Trust me. Once you’ve been in the game as long as I was, you make plans for countless potential problems.” answered an ornery old voice on the other end of the younger Batman’s comms. Batman chuckled as he removed his mask to reveal a young Terry McGuinnes who looked up at the sky where the beam went.

“By the way, who even was that freakazoid?”

“Frankly Terry, even I don’t remember him.”

TO BE CONTINUED(possibly)

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