#but its like 'the goth kid the weird kid and the nerd'

[deneveve-is-lost]

Listen homestuck is actually very good as long as you don't have the expectations if fandom tumblr clouding your judgement, it's an extremely stupid satire of teenage online behaviour in the 2010s delivered via an extremely stupid and complicated story made up of utterly random decisions chosen to fuel character conflict and shenanigans rather than be anything approaching a consistent story, my friend has been telling me all the lore about Minecraft streamers recently and I couldn't help but compare it to Homestuck because it's so absurdly similar in how convoluted and hard to follow it is, because it is a bunch of people playing a video game together and creating the "plot" through their interactions and what they want to do in the game. There are so many different perspectives to follow and each one will show you a different piece of the overarching story while also being a story in itself. Homestuck is absurdly similar, despite being a webcomic written by one person. Obviously with Homestuck it's hard to follow just one character's perspective and certain things are skipped over if nothing important is happening, but ultimately it's still just a bunch of teenagers playing a video game together with all of the chaos that involves. It still astounds me how well written the character interactions are, they're full of dumb bullshit and stupid jokes but also genuine conversations about identity and family and love and friendship and all the things that come along with that. All the things people talk about Homestuck being are in there, but if you go into it expecting it to start off that way or to not read thousands of pages of stupid jokes as well as that, you'll be disappointed.

#homestuck #ive been rereading it recently and i do actually genuinely love it turns out #the comic is actually way funnier and more interesting now I'm an adult and I understand more of the references and jokes in it #like as a kid I was way too in the middle of it to recognise all the teen stereotypes they fit #and im not talking hollywood stereotypes i mean the real teen stereotypes from the early age of the internet #Rose is an edgy baby goth with an ff.net account who prides herself on not being like other girls #Jade is an autistic furry weird girl #John is every one of the boys who sat at the nerd table and i was vaguely friends with in 7th grade #Dave is a hipster with a reddit who would absolutely have fallen down the nice guy pipeline if not for the apocalypse #im so sorry to break it to you but you know its the truth the man loved suits and katanas and wore sunglasses everywhere #i can picture the facebook screenshot perfectly #every time someone is mildly critical of some choice hes made he calls it ironic to deflect #he and karkat are just two sides of the same coin its why they were perfect for each other

[raspberrywiskey]

new clones !!!! all my thoughts on their designs below !

I think the main problem with the new clones is that they're designs are not really clear on who they are meant to be, both in who they are based on and who they are in terms of a clichéd highschool drama setting. in the og clone high the characters designs were really distinct with who's the popular girl, jock, goth kid, nerd, ect, but in the reboot the roles are just not as clear. I think the only new clones with clear distinct roles is frida and topher, being the skater chill girl and weird kid respectively, but all the other characters just kindof melt into an over saturated blur and that sucks ! because I really like the new clones and wish they were more distinct :(

also also iam extremely biased but topher's design is the best out of the new clones in my opinion. ITS SO GOOD. really really strong shape language and a really distinct silhouette. with the other new clones their designs feel like a millennial's stereotype of gen z fashion but I've seen topher in real life, he actually looks like a real teenager, like the og clones. I really love how you can't really tell who he's supposed to be at first, (although a problem with the other new clones, he makes it work) his design is very ambiguous compared to like frida or jfk, but when it's revealed you can really tell he's supposed to be columbus. it's really good storytelling through design, that he's distancing himself from his clone father, but ultimately failing

#clone high #clone high season 2 #frida kahlo clone high #confucius clone high #harriet tubman clone high #topher bus #long post #fresh catch

[bull-shit-suji]

kuro modern au stuff that i word vomited into my notes app

kind of a Vincent summoned sebastian to save ciel so ciel doesnt actually owe sebas anything

amnesia? idk

single dad moment! except theres this other dad whos kinda find.. (cough agni)

i think vincent was like do NOT let ciel know ur a demon so sebastian keeps it a secret but he doesnt have a good handle on like. Humans. so he kinda does a bad job and ciel definitely knows that he's weird but doesnt say anything. will go out of his way to gaslight you when sebastian does weird shit because he thinks its funny

"hey uhh is your dad levitating?"

"no?"

"he's flying above the school rn"

"that's a bird"

u think suddenly being a butler is hard? have fun being a dad bitch

alois is there but thats complicated. claude and hannah are DIVORCED but on decent terms (i think claude is like. toxic alpha male podcast type guy) and claude sees alois on alternating weekends!

are they demons? i dont know

i think ciel and alois can be friends. platonically. alois would probably say yes if ciel wanted to be romantic but i Promise you he does not. they are just pals :)

im saying ciel has a crush on elizabeth because i can (she's not his cousin here). emo boy x sunny church girl. said sunny church girl has to ask the mcdonalds employees for the blue raspberry slushie they forgot to put in ciel's order because emo boy is too scared.

IM 13 EVERYTHING SUCKSSSSS

grelle is actually living her best life transitioned with anne so they are ciel's aunts on his late mom's side. i think grelle likes ciel. mom figure moreso than anne is.

ciel owns four bongs and definitely a vape or two. come on now

he's also probably got celiac and is lactose intolerant he is just a feeble boy i think

he listens to twenty one pilots. sorry! sorry.

ciel is goth alois is punk those r kinda just the rules

ciel is insanely smart top of the class this shit is easy for him.

yells at sebastian daily. figured out what happened with his real parents around the age of uhhhh 12 or 13? has been an absolute terror ever since

"it was really nice of your dad to bring cookies for the field trip!"

"i hope he fucking chokes on one"

"oh!"

sebastian and claude are pta rivals.

"is this lemon bread store bought? my, how... efficient!"

"you made these from scratch? i can tell."

"i've never seen an interesting looking salsa! very exciting."

ciel purposefully invites alois over constantly bcus it pisses sebas off. alois is Terrified of that man.

"go grab the chips from the kitchen"

"but... what if mr michaelis is in there?"

"mr m- you mean my dad? tell him he can shove a faucet up his ass"

"id rather die on the spot"

sebastian will yell at ciel and is maybe a little emotionally unavailable but he's trying!!! it's hard :(

does that Dad thing where he comes into ciels room and is like hey bud......... what r u up to..

ciel and seiglinde r also palls. the smartest people in school

lizzie is a JOCK. she plays softball.

alois is a theater kid come on now

ciel is best at writing and literature analysis, specifically fiction. enjoys history, language, and Some sciences as well.

nerd

au where myspace is still a thing ciel has a myspace account

he definitely writes shitty poetry

wants to major in business

alois is a glee and pitch perfect truther

#thats all i got #these thoughts have been roaming around my brain for a while so #here #please add more im begging i want to hear other peoples thoughts so bad #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #dadbastian nation rise up #angi #elizabeth midford #alois trancy #claude faustus #hannah annafellows #grelle sutcliff #madam red #textpost #mine #modern au #vincent phantomhive #cielizzy

[thecluelessdoctor]

hi

so recently

i was watching a bunch of videos on blogthegreatrouge

and remembered my once love for PJs Daycare. but now i know its disgusting like.. so bad. so is she. i just. ugh.

so, im going to remake it. i mean remake that shit i will do my best to make it better. starting with removing all the fankids characters and ships because.. sanscest is w e i r d.

anyway, for the people who some how dont know what im talking about is heres a summery. if i spelled that wrong shut up no i didnt

Tw: SA, suicidal thoughts I suppose, gr00ming basically

pjs daycare was a AU for undertale made by blogthegreatrouge. the au, was as it says, a daycare. basically all the sans aus were children, from like 3-6 i think, and the characters were... sanscest ship characters or sans fusions. one of the caretakers, and our- basic mc, is Paperjam, or PJ, the fusion between ink sans and error sans. i say fusion because i think that what they were originally intended to be before the fandom... yoinked them. aslo i refuse to ship sans aus together because thats WEIRD AS ALL SHIT. anyway. those are the basics, shipkids/fusion sanses are the caretakers and the sanses are children. interesting concept ig (i will make it better trust)

ok now that we have the basics down, lets get to the story. this was a ask blog so there wasnt much story, but from what i do remember, there were 2 major plot lines. the first plot line was uhm. borderline gr00ming. basically fresh sans, the satire sans au, has a crush on PJ. this fresh is i think about 3 yrs old. so ok, hes a kid, kids are weird. he claims he wants to marry pj. again, child, children say that stuff alot. and you think pj would be yk, normal and be like " no no, we cant do that" nicely and shit. WELL HE DOESNT. THIS BITCH SAYS "we cant get married righ now, but when your all grown up we can ^^" IM SORRY HUH. SIR. WHAT. not only that, later, there is a ask of how would pj react to adult fresh. in which its super weird with really gross sexual tension. not only that, lets follow in this aus rule, aus made by the same creator/s are gonna be related. ok. error, fresh and geno/aftertale are brothers. kinda weird but lets keep going here. pj in rouges interpretation is a ship child. A SHIP CHILD. MEANING FRESHIE HERE IS IS UNCLE?? ITS SO WEIRD?? also there is a mini plot line where ink and error like each other and its a big deal even tho, again, CHILDREN. also same person but i digress.

our next plotline is... where shit hits the fan. so, error, gets deathly sick and needs to go to the hospital. didnt know monsters had hospitals but ok. geno, error's older brother who is at most, 5, gets really depressed. and ik depression can come at any age, however, GENO here tries to commit farewell. this. doesn't. make. sense. a child isnt old enough to even comprehend death that well, let alone have the feeling to die AND ACT ON IT. not only that, right after stopping geno from leaving this mortal plane (isnt he immortal though?) they completely forget about it and have this weird romance between palette and goth (swap sans and dream sans) (geno and reaper) and its super weird, and gross (not as gross as nerd and jock but still) and palette is weirdly obsessive over goth and shit so its all just a huge pile of SHIT

oh yeah there is also this weird plot line with like this trio of mini villains, one being rouges self insert i think so. yeah.

anyway, that was pj's daycare. i will be reworking and remaking the entirety of this au. so uh.

yeah.

it will be posted. anyway bye

#frisk #sans undertale #undertale art #sans #undertale fanart #undertale #undertale fandom #ink sans #undertale au #nightmare sans #sans au #asgore #annoying dog #monster kid #undyne #toriel #asriel #flowey the flower #chara #flowey #fuck blogthegreatrouge #pj's daycare remake #napstablook #alphys #skelebros #ut fanart #papyrus #sketchbook #watercolor #drawings

[carnocus]

writeblr introduction

Hey! I'm Arsen, I'm a Ukrainian-American in high school. I've been writing and making other forms of art for many years, and am planning on posting both my writing and my other art on this account! I've had this account for a while, yet it has undergone many breaks and changes so I'm reintroducing myself.

Some basic facts...

I'm 17 and will be 18 later this year

I currently live in the Northeastern US but my family is Ukrainian

My main blog for everything but my art is @thembones07

My account used to be under @/cryptidsandqueers

I tend to write mostly dark fantasy, horror, gothic, and literary fiction. I write both short stories and novels, and most of my works include a good deal of body horror. I am a big fan of using gore and horror as a vessel to demonstrate themes and put societal commentary in my writing ("A Modest Proposal"-style). I write mostly LGBTQ+ characters, and am a big fan of haunted house and mad scientist tropes. I make patches for clothes, including band patches, make other crafts, and draw. I am also into goth, industrial, metal, and grunge music, oddities, and fungi. I am currently planning on studying biology or mathematics after graduating high school.

I love doing ask and tag games, though sometimes I do get lazy and forget to. I also don't mind adults following me, but I am very liberal with my block button, so don't do any weird stuff no matter your age!

I've been wanting to connect to more writers on here, especially more horror writers, and refreshing my dash!

So with that out of the way, here are some of my works in progress...

Novels:

The Promethean Society (working title) - novel series - currently planning - dark fantasy/horror/apocalyptic dystopian

On a post-apocalyptic earth where some possess the ability to manipulate bodily tissue, a prestigious university opens its doors for the first time in 15 years, and young adults eager to serve the god of flesh pour in. The select few with the power are taught how to harness and grow it, given special treatment above the rest. They stumble into a world of lies, illegal experimentation, and fraudulent history. While trying to stay alive in the dungeons of the academy, which are crawling with unfinished experiments, the students must decide wherever to obey the Clergy and the god they supposably serve, or rebel and reveal the truth.

This is my main project right now, I am veryyy attached to it and it has undergone SERIOUS changes over the years. It features me being overly edgy and also a nerd, and is an exploration of corruption in the scientific research field but with body horror and gore. There is also a great deal of speculative biology, mad science, sibling relationships, and enemies to lovers.

Untitled - novel - currently planning, on the backburner - contemporary fantasy/folkore fantasy

After being away from her hometown for many years, a Ukrainian trans girl comes back and discovers a ecosystem she believed she'd imagined there. This is a novel about reconnecting with ones culture while feeling alienated from it because you are queer and grew up in a different country, as well as a love letter to nature and folklore.

This is a VERY self-indulgent story. The main character is Ukrainian-American and trans, like me, and the story deals with many issues I face everyday. I still need to do a lot of research before writing this because its setting is based on Ukrainian folklore and spirits.

Short stories:

The Architect - short story - 2nd draft completed - literary horror

A man is pressured by his dead mother's aspirations for him, with her dreams for him physically manifesting on his body.

This is a story about parents who raise kids for self-indulgent reasons and pressure them to fulfill the parents' unrealized dreams.

The House of Famish - short story - 1st draft completed - gore horror

A couple living in a carnivorous house fight over wherever to live by tradition or reject the harmful past.

I am very happy with this title and this story. It discusses familial attachments to unhealthy traditions through very cool visuals and features a subverted haunted house.

If you read this to the end, ily <3

#writeblr #my writing #writeblr introduction #books #short stories #writers on tumblr #artists on tumblr #horror writer #horror #dark fantasy #contemporary fantasy #artblr #horror writing #fantasy writing

[paperclip7805]

{Massive Toh s3 Spoilers}

This is just gonna be a diary of my thoughts before and well watching the special, get ready for me to fucking lose it.

Kings tide, and so it begins😀

We’re only on kings tide and I’m already crying cause eda kissed hootys head. I totally forgot that happened and I’m gonna lose it

I FORGOT HOW STRESSFUL KINGS TIDE IS IM NOT OKAY

I’m sorry but hooty in a ball is so funny, like, I wanna know how long he actully is.

Imagine if Luz actually got petrified, like she literally almost died. What would have the hexside squad and every one done.

Her almost getting petrified must have been so painful, remember how painful it was when Eda was almost petrified.

Tera turning to rain and asking “Raine? Belos is giving us paradise right?” Will always be a heartbreakingly good line. I get chills every time.

AMITY HAVING TO LEAVE HER DAD HAS ME IN TEARS AGAIN I CANT DO THIS

RUN LUZ RUN

YES HEXSIDE SWUAD IS HERE

willow is so powerful I love her

King looked like a bowling ball because of the way he fell down the stairs.

I forgot that Gus saw everything from hollow mind, is he gonna bring it up to luz and Hunter at all?

Ew, I didn’t know that they have earwigs on the boiling isles. I can’t escape earwigs

THERE ARE SO MANY GOLDEN GUARD CORPUSES:(

I love how amity and Luz protect eachother they are literally goals

OMG RAINE I LOVE YOU PLEASE BE OKAY

YES THE COLLECTORS THEME IS SO GOOD

the collector low key fucked Belos up lmao. I forgot how terrifying they are.

I still love the collector and his little “okay!:) boop:)”

Omg the collector is so cool, I feel like he would be an iPad kid

“I’m so happy I had you as a big sister” IM FUCKING WRECKED YOU DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND

Gus’s little cry I can’t do this.

Okay now thanks to them

I’m so fucking terrified

Amity with the tea omgit’s adorable, I need camila needs to teach her how to cook

Hunter really went “they won’t hate you, they’ll hate us:)”

AMITY AND LUZ ARE SO CUTE W THE BANDAID

BELOS NEEDS TO GET HUS UGLY ASS OUTTA HERE

Gus is so cute ONG but he needs to stop breaking stuff

LMAO CAMILA WAS LIKE “WTF” when Hunter knelt in-front of her

LUZ AND HER DAD ON THE WALL I CANT DEAL WITH THAT:(

LUMITY STUDIOS PRESENTS LMAO SHES SUCH A NERD

Amity leaving out odalia as she should on the family picture.

Huntlow is adorable

Gus you silly goose

LUMITY IN THE RAIN MY FANFIC DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE

I’m just waiting for something absolutely traumatic to happen and then Disney is like “BUY A BARBIE DREAM CLOSET”

THEIR ALL LEARNING SPANISH ONG

HOTTY ON THE DOOR THEY MISS HIM:(

Omg it’s duolingo

HUNTER IS SO BAD AT SOANISH

OMG THEY ARE TRYING TO HELP WITH THE HOUSE WORK

Amity you loser, she just ate shit

A MAP?!?!

OMG HUNTER IS CRUSHING SO HARD

omg luz has a Fanny pack lmao

Poor luz omg:(

PICTURES OF EDA IN LUZS LOCKER:(

the kid with the gauged ears look so cool

CAMILA ASKING IF THEY NEED TO DRINK BLOOD

Hunter practicing his sewing skills

OMG HUNTER WITH THE WOLF SHIRT

Hunter is so happy:)

Oh no, now he’s so sad:(

amity, go check on ur girl

CAMILA LOVES THEM SO MUCH

“You don’t want luz to turn out like you did” no that’s so fucking mean

Luz is so adorable saying to give the parliaments a kiss

“Hedgehogs”🙄

HUNTER AND GUS OKG THAT IS SO ADORABLE

TEANSPORT WORM

NO HUNTER OMG I HOPE YOUR OKAY

WILLOW WHYD YOU POKE HIM

Amity at the library is so cute

Ew not the historical society freak I fucking hate him

OMG THE COOL PERSON IS NON-BINARY

OMG VEE BLUSHED AT THE COOL GOTH PERSON OMG

THE SCRAP BOOK IS SO CUTE:)

OMG I JUST NOTICED THE LESBIAN FLAG HEART

Vee is so cool and smart and I love her

Oh thank god Hunter is okay but he terrified, I would be too

OMG ITS EXATLY WHAT HE SAID DURING THE SELKIDAUMUS EPISODE

Not the basement wtf

WTF IS IN THERE

Oh thank god it’s just a possum

Omg hunters crying and I’m crying we’re twins

Why is Camilla so weird ab the comic?

Luz and amity are so cute with the costumes they just love eachother so much

ITS NOT UR FAULT LUZ

everybody is such nerds

GET UR FUGLY ASS OUT IF HERE BELOS

IS BELOS GONNA POSSES HUNTER NO OMG? IS flapjack gonna be okay

BELIS NEEDS TO LEAVE THIS POOR BOY ALONE

Hunter needs to go to sasha for therapy

THE REASON SHE READS AZURA IS BECAUSE OF HER DAD:(

OMG IT GOT IN THROUGH HUNTERS CUT

HUNTER NO ONG

IK that this is a very dramatic moment ad all but it’s funny to me that he put the wolf shirt on under the costume, he’s adorable I love him:)

FlapjackNO WTF

WAIT THAT WAS OWLBERT ON THE VILE

O MF THE ANIMATIONIT LOOKS LIKE A MILLION DOLLAR MOVIE

OMG FLAPJACK NO YOU CANT DO THIS

Fight him Hunter you can do this

OMG HUNTER PLEASE BE OKAY

flapjack:( this is so not okay I’m so not okay. I will never be okay again

CAMILA OMG I LOVE HER

Mama IN THE DEMON REALM

Hunter talking to flapjack:(

Good witch luzura:) that’s so cute

IMG vee I fucking love you

I’m not gonna be okay ever again

My cry count is like 7:)

#toh 3 #toh spoilers #the owl house season 3 #the owl house willow #the owl house hunter #the owl house amity #the owl house s3 #the owl house spoilers #toh belos #toh #toh season three

[master-of-fluff]

Ok iv been needing to make a new pinned post so here it is :D

Hi! I'm Kari but i also go by Fluff.

I'm a minor running a multi fandom blog that posts mostly Ninjago, Tmnt, Batman, AVM and AVA, Transformers, and basically anything about heroes or ninja. Very rarely I'll reblog voltron, rwby and bnha tho I don't really interact with those fandoms cuz they kind of scare me lol.

I also like astronomy, the colors purple and blue, cats, cooking and lots of other cool stuff.

Other blogs that I'll associate with me are my writeblr that i'm trying to revive and also needs a new intro, my witchblr and my crafts blog.

a list of my aus;

-ripples au

Basically what if Lloyd and Kai unlock their elements early and Kai gets kidnapped in the pilots instead of Nya because of it, you can read the unfinished fanfic on my ao3 @/hikari_hikari though im planning a rewrite rn

-hybrid smith siblings au

Au where Ray is a demon and Maya is an angel who fell in love and went to ninjago in disguise to be together after bwing shunned by their society 

this results in their kids gaining demon/angel traits as they grow older with no knowledge of what's going on

-polyninja fam au

The ninja decide they're done with saving the world and run away, they then adopt Lloyd, turn him back into a kid with yesterday's tea  and go live in the light house for a bit, finding echo and also adopting him.

They all eventually start dating while co-parenting Echo and Lloyd

They all get different jobs that they enjoy and Nya, Pixal and Skylar also end up in a relationship and are motorcycle aunts

Brad and Gene also make up with Lloyd and now the poor ninja have 2 extra kids that aren't theirs constantly over and eating all their food XD

Ronin and Dareth are also there as everyones favorite uncles who teach them to fun games and (whenever ronin can get away with it) how to steal.

-poly ninja high school au (with @/lloyd-garma-gun and @/strangermask)

Basically Zane is pastel goth, Jay is a jock, Kai is a nerd, and Cole is grunge and they're all in highschool

I think this all started with the idea of cottage core Morro and goth Echo but I can't remember if they're in this au

Polyponytail are all apart of a chess club 

And Lloyd Genenand Brad are all cheerleaders.

-nindroid jay au

Jay is Dr.Julian's first nindroid prototype who's power source doesn't work so he's sent to the junkyard, ed and edna find the weird looking robot cute and decide to put him by the junkyard entrance instead of scrapping him, one day he gets struck by lightning -which is actually the element of lightning because this is the same day Libber died- and comes to life

Ed and Edna raise him like their own and also since his parents are inventors he adds a bunch of cool stuff to himself like jets/gliders so he can fly and a welding torch and stuff

Paranormal youtuber's au (with @/wojira, tho I think they deactivated or something idk)

Its not really my au i just agreed to write it (though when I'll get to it idk) Here's the au info though

-evil ed and edna

Ed and Edna are assassins/inventors who turn their son Jay into a living weapon (think cyborg) they trained him to follow orders exactly and replaced how limbs with mechanical ones with different functions.

One day that find the skeleton army's weapon maker (dr.julain) ad get the blueprints for a nindroid they could improve and make better then Jay they decide he's no longer needed.

They leave him in a forest to rot telling him that they'll be back (they won't) 

Eventually Nya and Kai find Jay and Nya fixes him up a bit with her then rudimentary but lastly growing knowledge of mechanics.

 Jay then decides to stick around these kids/adopt himself into the smith family lol

Eventual technoshipping

-bnha crossover

Turns out some people in the cloud kingdom fucked up some peoples life's accidentally.

the cloud council or whatever decide to compensate said people by reincarnating them.

So harumi, morro and garmadon all get reincarnated into bnha with all their former memories

Harumi as hatsume mei's quirkless twin sister

Morro as izuku's adopted older brother

And Garmadon as a martial arts instructor

-manipulative morro au (with @thebluelittlewitch2-thesequal)

Lloyd never gets turned older and since morro isn't about to possess a scrawny useless little kid so instead he manipulates lloyd into stealing the realm crystal for him.

- wings au

Once an elemental master gets to a certain stage they grow wings that have the same traits as their elements.

They're also very bird and catlike

- seven deadly sins au

Idk I haven't really developed this one beyond;

Lloyd is envy

Jay is lust

Kai is wrath

Zane is sloth

Cole is gluttony

Nya is pride

And Morro is greed

Evil mer au

Ninjago but mer-people and also the ninja are all evil with abandonment issues and either Wu is also evil and keets them later or Wu and morro are the good guys I haven't decided yet

Overwhelmed au (made with tex @ninjaslegosmains)

What if being an elemental master came with horrible consequences? Well that's the au every basically. element has horrible drawbacks

Gamer kai au

Kai hears that you can make bank as a streamer and even tho he hates newer technology and he sucks at video games he starts streaming so that the ninja can eat.

occasionally the other ninja make appearances but not often because they kick Kai's ass and the people of ninjago take much joy in Kai learning how to play the games they suggest for the first time

S.H.I.E.L.D's babysitter au

Morro is apart of shield and is tasked with training ultimate spiderman and his team and keep them from running off but ofc Morro was also a rebellious teen once so he low-key enables them.

YJL au's;

800 purrs

Crack Au where aquaman and aqualad have an army of cats because they smell like fish, and conner has already named them all things like 'stray' and 'lil kitty' and given them little leather boots so now they have to keep them.

I'd love asks about any of them!!!

#fluff posts

[linisiane]

Netflix’s Wednesday (2022) is for Fanfiction Readers who Actually Liked My Immortal

The first episode features a main character who is too goth and edge-y for the preps at her school. Just like My Immortal’s long descriptions of fish nets and corset outfits, the show seems to have spent more time on the gothic sets and make up over the writing. Wednesday’s gorgeous sets and lovely fashion fare much better than its dialogue or character writing. Though that’s a matter of taste, as I’m sure if I were interested in love triangles with white boys and being not like the other girls, I would have been a lot more interested. 

See, the problem is that I spent the whole episode with a bored sense of deja vu. An outcast girl entering a new school. A queen bee who recently broke up with her ex. Snarky lines about mean girl tropes. Cliques with snappy names. Even the nerd-y boy with asthma. It was clear that they were writing a “high school” show, instead of just a story set in high school. Aren’t writers tired of pushing out this same schlock? After all, I was in high-school recently—I know that high school has more stories to tell than the same, tired 80s high school movie tropes!

And I know that the tropes are tired because My Immortal was already parodying them in the 2000s, in addition to its pitch-perfect fanfiction satire. The structure and charm of the type of stories My Immortal parodies features at least 3 things: a relatable outcast girl main character, a love triangle with two cute white boys, and the main character girl impressing those two cute boys with how quirky she is! Self-insert your heart out!

My Immortal makes fun of how shallow and ego-centric this version of ‘being different’ is. People laugh at how absurd Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way’s name is—the embodiment of a 13 year-old making their first OC stand out by being as special and edge-y as possible. Enoby wears black lipstick and combat boots and flips off all the preps who stare. She’s different but all of it is skin-deep. Whether her gothic love interests—Draco and Vampire—like her is up to whether she’s a stupid prep that wears ‘slutty’ clothes or a goff like one of them.

Wednesday Addams, similarly, is obsessed with being different from her prep peers, never mind that the new school she’s switching to is supposed to be filled with outcasts and weirdos like her family. She’s more weird and mysterious than the rest, don’t you see, with her attempted murder and usage of a typewriter to write her novels, unlike those other squeamish kids with their blogs and cellphones. Every scene she’s in is meant to highlight this, with her threatening one-liner clap-backs or her girlbossily beating up cartoon bullies in front of her normie barista crush or her dramatically playing her cello to vent for the whole campus to love (and of course, who wouldn’t love such masterful playing during study hours). 

The thing that I struggle with is not that the show does this, but rather that it does this with a straight face. We’re passed the time where we can play these cliches straight, as My Immortal demonstrates. I kept waiting for the moment where the show would pull the curtain back from the cliche perspective and reveal a twistier view of this high school narrative, where Wednesday is an edge-y teen girl writing gore-y self-insert fanfiction on a typewriter and alienating herself from the peers that could connect with her out of a fear of rejection, but the way things are going, the show might actually be headed the other way, where her peers, parents, and teachers are actually the ones that need to learn to be more like Wednesday.

Not that that narrative couldn’t work! Just that it doesn’t work here because Wednesday, so far, is the second coming of Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. Who reads My Immortal and The Addams Family and thinks every character should be more like Enoby?

#wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #literary analysis #meta #my thoughts #teen angst aesthetic

[gefdreamsofthesea]

What Your Favourite Pathfinder Deity Says About You: Other Gods Edition

Note: These deities are in the category "other gods" on the Archives of Nethys

Achaekek: You either really like bugs or you want to play an assassin but like, a weird assassin.

Ahriman: Your favourite video games have destructable environments, you want to play an asshole genie.

Alseta: you are trans

Apsu: you love dragons, you wanted to play a paladin or cleric of a certain platinum dragon but in a way that doesn't result in legal trouble

Arazni: your favourite 5e subclass is the Oath of Vengeance paladin, you wanted a deity with a very hands off approach to their followers, fuck Geb and the nation he named after himself

Besmara: you love anything pirate themed

Brigh: you love anything steampunk, constructs are the coolest, or you just wanted an excuse to craft a lot

Casandalee: you wanted to play Starfinder instead, you are a computer nerd

Chaldira: halflings are the best ancestry, you want to cause trouble on purpose

Conqueror Worm: you thought "what if Cthulhu but worm?" named deities are for newbies you want a god you can kill, you're setting your character up for one hell of a twist, or you have an obsession with the Illuminati

Dahak: same as Apsu but for evil dragons

Erecura: you appreciate her fish out of water story, hell is cool but it is also the patriarchy, Divination is your favourite wizard school

Followers of Fate: like the Conqueror Worm person, you also wanted a deity you can kill, you practice some form of divination irl

Gendowyn: you wanted a fey deity but most of the eldest are assholes

Ghlaunder: your favourite spell in any ttrpg is the one that summons swarms of insects

Green man: you are a plant person

Groetus: you are a nihilist at heart, you thought "what if I played an End Times preacher but goth"?

Gyronna: hags are the coolest monsters, you want to play the evil forest witch of your dreams

Hanspur: you're playing a Kellid and/or a campaign set in the River Kingdoms, the ocean is overrated rivers are where its at

Jaidi: you are heterosexual

Kazutal: you think jaguars are the superior big cat, you are a communist

Kitumu: you caught fireflies in jars as a kid, you're in an evil campaign and the other insect deities are boring

Kurgess: you were a jock in high school

Lissala: anything to do with Azlant is your jam

Milani: you are a leftist

Naderi: you think tragic/doomed romances are the best

Nivi Rhombodazzle: gnomes are the best, you have probably made decisions based on a coin flip too many times

Nocticula: you are your group's resident artist, you always root for the underdog

Ravithra: nagas are cool, you're playing a campaign set in Vudra

Sivanah: you think illusion is the best arcane school

Thamir: you're tired of the cutesy, community-loving halfling stereotype and just want to do a murder

Ydersius: you play Yuan-ti in 5e or you just really like snakes

Zyphus: you wanted to worship a death deity but Pharasma is boring and the GM wouldn't let you worship Charon or you just think the Grim Reaper is hot

[mousathe14]

So Mind Over Merton was one of the first Big Wolf On Campus episodes I ever watched. And you know, it is something as a child I fell for a show during its decline.

Like, after watching season one the complete transformation of Merton’s character from smart weird goth to self-absorbed weird nerd is stunning. Trivia contests and wanting to be part of an organization that exists to bask in its own intelligence? Really? And now crafting a chemical formula to make himself smarter? I think season 1 Merton would’ve tried to find a potion for that sort of thing.

I mentioned before he’s been becoming more of a jerk with his superiority complex about his intellect but he has somehow actively become a worse person towards his own best friend.

If a person were to try to evaluate from a Watsonian perspective why Merton was someone who didn’t have any friends, in season 1 one would say that in a small town that is clearly very hegemonic white middle class sort of place, a very awkward goth kid that has trouble reigning back his special interests would be the reasoning, people just don’t want to try to engage and he becomes further isolated and more involved in his esoterica.

If you were to make this evaluation of Merton in season 2, one would say that Merton is arrogant and dismissive of anyone he doesn’t consider as intelligent as himself and people are seeing those vibes and don’t want to engage because he would talk down about their interests if they weren’t sufficiently “intellectual” enough.

Yeah I think the show was doing a decent job of breaking down the bonds they worked so hard to build in season 1 and that’s a bit of a shame.

It’s like having the context of season 1 is ruining the experience of the episodes I had originally seen as a youth.

And also just being more media conscious and acquiring a love of media analysis probably helped as well.

On the bright side, “smart” T n’ T are pretty amusing even though the concept is a tad problematic.

#big wolf on campus #BWOC #merton dingle #commentary #analysis

[liquidstar]

Hiiii now that I’ve posted the guildmaster for my new ocverse I wanna give descriptions of all the guilds along with the main one too, because I had a lot of fun coming up with different sort of niches for each one. There are 8 total ones here, and going with the celestial body naming scheme, each guildmaster is named after a planet (and Pluto). I settled on names and epithets for each guild now so I’m excited to share those too. I’ll put all my little rambling info under the cut, they’re by order of story relevance rather than planet order btw

Nova Stella: The Starlight Guild

The main guild of the story is Nova Stella, the starlight guild, lead by guildmaster Venus. It’s guildhall is a large but welcoming building with dorms built into it, it’s in the middle of a town and naturally open to the public. It has a reputation as a guild that will accept anyone into its family, however that family can also be pretty rowdy and destructive, so it’s reception is lukewarm depending on who you ask. It’s certainly a place where there’s never a dull moment though, with a lot of emphasis being put on love of all kids. Family, and friendship, that’s what defines Nova Stella.

Gladiatorum: The Warrior Guild

Gladiatorum is a relatively new guild that has quickly risen to prominence with their guildmaster, Mars. Gladiatorum is where the best of the best go, the true elite, it’s a guild everyone aspires to. Anyone can join, but if they’re not able to meet the guild standards and incredibly strict regiment of the guildmaster, they’ll be chewed out very quickly. Everything about the guild is meant to be intimidating, it’s hall is a very large building with Greco-Roman architecture built to tower over the rest of it’s town. It’s a guild all about power, strength, and control. 

Pandamonium: The Grimdark Guild

Pandamonium has it’s guildhall sitting imposingly at the top of a cliffside, it’s a tall gothic building that almost looks like some kind of castle. Supposedly it’s guildmaster, Saturn, is the eccentric type with a fair bit of money to throw around. The members themselves are friendlier than what their exterior may lead you to believe, but their aesthetic is still certainly macabre, some more than others. As its name might imply, Pandemonium is all about the chaos, but specifically they’re all about doing whatever the fuck they want and being themselves.

Dragon Tree: The Greenwood Guild

Dragon Tree is odd in a different way. It has a special guildhall that’s built inside of a huge tree in the forest. It’s guildmaster is Uranus, who has very much embraced the cackling witch look, her guild certainly attracts the more weird bunch. Oddballs and free spirits alike are welcome, as is anyone else, if you’re willing to put up with the eccentricity of it all. Their guild puts a special emphasis on nature and healing, and once you get to know everyone you’ll certainly be treated very warmly in their home sweet tree.

Owl Feather: The Philosopher’s Guild

Owl Feather is a guild with a castle-like guildhall with a large library sitting in the center of it’s town, open to the public. It’s composed of scholars and intellectuals, it’s a guild for true erudites. You don’t have to be a genius to join, the pursuit of knowledge is one that should be open to whomever seeks it in whichever way they choose to. It’s guildmaster, Mercury, is a former merchant who in her travels sought to learn, eventually leading her to the guild of the philosopher itself, under the tutelage of the former guildmaster, Minerva. Mercury's goal as the master is to spread the messages of wisdom and philosophy passed down to her.

Lunar Flair: The Artisan’s Guild

Lunar Flair, intentionally spelled that way instead of “Flare” for the pun, is a guild that highlights the importance of expression, it’s hall is big and colorful, it stands out brightly among all the other buildings, as flashy as it’s members are. Naturally it’s a guild filled with artists, all types of artists, from painters to musicians, fashion designers to actors, it’s a place where creativity and passion thrive. It’s Guildmaster is Jupiter, a gentle giant type who kindly looks after all of his guild members and their crafts. Allowing passion to thrive makes the guild stronger, and they all have their respective flairs. 

Cobalt Heart: The Seaside Guild

Cobalt Heart is, as it’s epithet would imply, a guild built by the sea, with docks and ships leading directly into it and everything. It’s not a relaxed happy beachtime though, it’s a tough and athletic guild, all the members are strong and resilient, the guild prides itself on its strength and vigor. Their guildmaster is Neptune, though you wouldn’t be wrong if you wanted to call him their coach instead. They’re a very friendly bunch, and they welcome anyone to join, feel free to improve your body and soul and become stronger together, maybe go on a naval mission while you’re at it.

The Timber Scouts: The Little Guild

Lastly there’s the Timber Scouts, a guild that barely even really counts as a guild. It’s members are all young children and there aren’t even that many of them, it’s tiny. The guildmaster (If you can even call them that) is Pluto, who owns the big cosy cabin in the mountains that functions as their guildhall. Despite being seen as lower than other guilds Pluto does this out of a genuine love for the kids, though they’re a bit of a pushover which makes it easy for the kids to sort of walk all over them. Still the idea behind an “all kids” guild was an important one for them, a place where kids can learn their abilities and how to use them in a guided way.

#finn's ocs #if youre too lazy to read the post heres the gist of it: #the main guild (nova stella) sticks the least to a set gimmick but they still have a set theme of found family #the other guilds have themes that are loosely passed on different clique affiliations #gladiatorum is preps. pandemonium is goths. dragon tree is weird kids. owl feather is nerds. lunar flair is artists. cobalt heart is jocks. #and the timber scouts is literally just scouts. its kids. #aside from them tho the ''theme'' isnt as strict its just a general vibe for the guilds #gladiatorum's members may be the prep type but the guild itself is more militant (theyre the main antagonists as far as other guilds go) #and pandemonium may be hardcore goths but they also stress being yourself and theres a member that always wears cute pastel dresses & stuff #so its like that one goth family photo w the one normal kid. except its him and like 10 other ppl lol #cobalt heart might sound like its all meatheads but theres different kinds of athleticism #like theres a gymnast character a swimmer character (naturally) an mma fighter character etc #lunar flair has artists but some are brooding and emo while some are goofy and fun #etc. #nova stella is the most prominent guild tho so naturally they have more leeway. youd wanna see variety in the main cast #so you get edgy pink characters like bella but also catgirls like felis and shounen protagonists like saiph etc

[confusedreety]

🐝 bee emoji for the BB squad 👀

omfg i hope these losers dont all attend the same highschool cus thatd be a hellscape lol

🐝 What stereotypical high school clique would they fit into?

Grimma - you know what?? grimma’s a weird drama kid

Nat - oh god the repressed straight As student council president

Rundola - clique-less background character lmao

Ami - the friendly jock

Zeka - the phantom of the opera-esque local cryptid who lives in the basement

(tagging @gelertassassin for the grimma content)

#asks #shaykatsuki #grimma would be weird even by drama kids standards lets be real #the boys like a wild chimp #nat is constantly seconds away from snapping and becoming an edgy hot topic goth cus shes pressured into the student pres perfect grades rol #e #by her parents #rundolas like??? hes doesnt have much of a prescence #he stays in his own lane hes just here for the 9 to 5 #amis on the school soccer team or somethin and does not shove nerds into locks shes a nice jock #scott from monster prom but smarter?? #no one's even sure zeka exists #shes a school myth and kids dare each other to go into the basement #legend says if u leave an unopened pack of cheez-its in the auditorium youll see her

[boop-le-snoot]

@buckyownsmylife hey babe! Remember that one time you threw that cool challenge? Here's my entry. Prepare to get absolutely ruined because daddy!Bruce is exactly that sort of man.

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Your best friend's dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, is hotter than you thought he would be. 6k words, NSFW. Kind of Alt!Reader - she refers to herself as 'goth' in one instance. Tony Stark makes an appearance because God forbid I write a fanfic without him in it.

This is filthy pron, ft. age difference (reader is college aged) daddy kink, throat fucking, dirty talk, praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, belly bulge and ending with a hint at a threesome. I really crammed all I could from Eyre's wheel in here, didn't I. Oh well.

"How much longer, dad?" Lyra's annoyed voice struck a chord within me. I tried to hide my snickering - unsuccessfully might I add - causing my best friend to shoot me a hurt look, equally fed up with me as she was fed up with her forgetful adopted father. "You know what, we'll take the subway."

Lyra's father's voice, both agitated and apologetic, reached my ears in bitten-off phrases as the traffic noises around us grew in volume, NYC rush hour rapidly approaching its peak.

With a sound huff, Lyra removed the phone from her ear, staring me down with the most amount of petulance I've ever seen on her usually reserved, placid face. "It's twenty more minutes. Apparently he's driving Tony's car," she offered in the way of explanation, like it actually did anything to better the cold, wet situation we found ourselves in. "Please, and I can't stress this enough, please don't be weird."

I felt a flood of amusement at Lyra's pleading tone. "Darling, if you wanted a normal friend, you should have looked elsewhere," I gestured to my outfit. I looked like a goth boy's wet dream: chunky platformed boots, fishnets, heavy eyeliner. Of course, all in black.

"You know what I mean," she whined, waving off my pointing hand and fixing me with a hard stare. "The least my dad needs is someone that is terrified of him just because sometimes he turns into a big green monkey. It's not as exciting as internet thinks, anyway," the last part of the sentence was mumbled but I heard it nonetheless as Lyra stared out into the traffic, clever eyes looking for a particular car model.

What Lyra didn't know was that I was not at all considering to be terrified by the man who dosed himself with radiation and developed an advanced version of split personality disorder. I could be intimidated by him, sure, because he was incredibly intelligent, a world class scientist with more PhDs than I had zeroes in my bank account, but even despite his green problem, Dr. Bruce Banner was about as far away from 'scary' as a man could be.

The few scarce pictures of him on the internet showed a short, stocky man with kind eyes and salt-and-pepper curls, always dressed in un-ironed, crumpled button-ups with dorky patterns. Looking at him, I mused that there was a high chance he spoke with a stutter and that fact amused me to no end. Jekyll and Hyde, alright.

Lyra was much the same way. Shy and reclusive, with curly brown hair and doe eyes, she spent a good chunk of her first semester in college being avoided by everybody because of her last name; I, on the other hand, avoided everyone out of habit, I'd never been a social butterfly, but the way people subtly made sure to exclude Lyra from all the activities filled me with quiet, seething rage, and I stepped over my general distaste of people and removed my bag from the seat next to me so Lyra could at least study in relative peace.

Yeah, yeah, you've heard it all, I'm sure. Weird goth chick adopts a socially awkward, shunned nerd and they become best friends forever. I had to admit that under the shy exterior, Lyra was smart, witty and even funny sometimes. She was willing to entertain my crude jokes without moaning, at least, and I was perfectly okay with listening to her rant about science every now and then.

Rain banged on the slanted roof of the café we were hiding in, the autumn wind howled, making both of us shiver at the prospect of having to go outside, even if it was for a short moment to run to Lyra's dad's car. The day had started out warm and sunny, but much like a badly calculated chemical formula, it all went downhill a split second after we had set out to leave campus.

"There he is," the grouch in Lyra's expression had me once again unsuccessfully attempting to conceal my snorting.

Nonetheless, I followed her out into the rain, struggling to keep up with the brisk running in my platformed shoes, unceremoniously crawling into the car behind her without sparing a glance at the driver in my eagerness to get out of the freezing downpour.

"Hi, dad," Lyra's tired voice spoke up at the same time as I angrily shook out my hair.

"I've just about McFuckin' had it with New York," I was afraid the dye in my hair would bleed out into my clothes, or even worse, the nice, cream-colored car seats.

"Hello, ladies," the voice that greeted us was low, gravelly and apologetic to boot.

My eyes shot up, meeting an expression full of surprise and amusement. I stared at the shockingly handsome face of Dr. Bruce Banner like a deer in the headlights.

The fine mimic wrinkles had stretched into a resemblance of a smile, soft, plush lips revealing a set of straight, white teeth. The five o'clock shadow framed his jaw, giving it a sharp, defined edge, his clever brown eyes slid down my form, faltering on the pentagram on my belt and my fishnet-covered legs, settling on my chunky boots before hastily snapping back up to my face.

"Dad, this is..." Lyra's voice was full of suspicious bewilderment as she attempted to dissipate the sudden awkwardness.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner, but you can call me Doc or Bruce," he cleared his throat, turning himself towards the windshield and starting up the car.

"Nice to meet you," I busied myself with putting away any stray hair just to occupy myself with something during the time I needed to recuperate from being just... Looked at by Lyra's dad.

It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and his aura of a gentle but powerful man that the ride to Stark tower, however swift, went on in slightly awkward silence. The streets outside were, thankfully, noisy, and the lack of an attempt to have a conversation could easily be attributed to Bruce's need to focus on the road, but Lyra's increasingly concerned looks did very little to settle the sudden racing of my heart.

"C'mon, I'll give you some sweats so you can let your..." Lyra's vague gesture towards my upper body disappeared behind her side of the door. "Hey, Tony," she suddenly interrupted her sentence, very obviously addressing another person who I managed to miss as Bruce parked in the spacious garage.

"I've been told you're finally bringing your friend, Green Pea," a voice I'd heard a thousand times on the TV poked fun at Lyra.

She bent down to retrieve her bag, shooting big eyes at me and mouthing an exaggerated "Sorry!"

Tony Stark looked about a week in debt on sleep, a contrast to the way he usually appeared in public. The exaggerated eyebrow raise made me shuffle awkwardly in my spot; the Led Zep tee caught my eyes as I lingered on it, aware of my own Mötorhead top on display. He noticed it too, causing his face leave the snide territory.

"Wow, I didn't expect kids these days to have any resemblance of taste in music but you've surprised me, Corpse Bride," he gave me a quiet wolf-whistle, watching me through lidded eyes.

I felt my eyebrow crawl upwards at his attitude but Bruce spoke up before I could say anything: "Tony, no," so firmly, I had to raise both of my eyebrows. I felt a smile tug at my lips, the situation strikingly familiar in it's essence. Like father, like daughter...

"No," Lyra's identical expression, fond and annoyed, topped up with an accusing finger pointed in my direction had everyone snorting a giggle at the situation.

"Lyra," I whined, just so I could coax her grin that she was very obviously trying to conceal. "See, I told you, every crazy genius needs their emotional support nerd," I fixed her with a pointed look.

She promptly grabbed me by the arm, leading all of us to the elevator as the two men behind us shared a hearty laugh at my well-timed joke. It was either that or I would have completely embarrassed myself by gaping and drooling over both THE Tony Stark and Lyra's father.

The rush didn't stop there. I was promptly and generously offered not only a spare pair of pants but also a whole room to stay in after an invitation to dinner I simply could not refuse. Dr. Banner firmly coaxed me into staying overnight with his pleading eyes and a hearty seasoning of guilt tripping, softly crooning how he simply could not let a young woman to wander the cold, rainy night in NYC alone.

Tony added something too, in a tone way too surefire and patronising. I guessed he noticed my eyes lingering on Dr. Banner, being a genius and all.

In a short amount of time, I found myself seated at a dinner table next to a happy, giggling Lyra who'd downed a glass of wine and was well into her second. I found it adorable how much of a lightweight she was; not hesitating in the slightest to point out that fact when she made hands for a pitcher of water.

Tony was the first one to snark back something vague about his college days and all the wild parties he used to throw, booing Bruce upon discovery that he, in fact, actually studied in college in favour of partaking in various illicit activities. That had both me and Tony giggling with Lyra promptly joining in, both of us losing it over the running joke or her being either a test tube baby or the result of immaculate conception.

Bruce's face blushed scarlet. He sputtered, a few stray drops of his lemonade landing on the (ironed!) collar of his purple shirt, cough disappearing in the wake of Tony's truly amused cackling. Dr. Banner was well on his way to either choke on his Lo Mein or turn green; thinking quickly, I decided to defuse a situation by sharing a harmless, funny story that happened to me as a freshman.

"I went on a date with this guy who said that music was the most important thing in his life, and I thought, wow, that's so beautiful!" I began my story over Lyra's incessant snickering. "So we had dinner and went back to his place because I'm a whore," the whole table erupted in laughter at my deadpan remark, Tony reaching over to give me a high five.

"And as we got there, he put on one of his demos which was just a bunch of sampled and remixed Guns'n'Roses songs, and I thought wow, that's gotta be one of the worst things I've ever heard," I pointedly looked away as Lyra's cackling grew in volume, having heard the same story several times by now and the outrage I expressed at the situation first hand.

"But instead of that I said, wow, that's so cool! Then we did the thing and his whole bedroom was covered in Axl Rose posters and I'm sure at some point Mr. Rose stared right up my asshole," there were tears streaming down Lyra's face as Tony flopped his upper body onto the table and Bruce convulsed helplessly in a silent fit of giggles. "And then I thought to myself: wow, I would have to pretend to like his music if I dated this guy and I just couldn't do that..." I breathed out, succumbing to the mirth at the dinner table. "It was good but not November Rain good, y'kno?"

Bruce snorted loudly, sliding down his chair with a hand over his face. The table shook with the force of Tony's cackling; I didn't see his expression but the howling, rasping noises sent me into another fit of laughter, right on par with Lyra.

"Is this..." Tony rapidly inhaled the much-needed oxygen. "Is this why you keep wincing whenever I play the 'Roses in the lab?" Tony wheezed and Lyra nodded.

"I just... I can picture it, and I-" she made a vague, encompassing gesture and a face.

"Please, don't," I urged with a snort. "There are better ways to get disappointed."

Dinner went on by smoothly after that, everybody happily making remarks on my dating fail, the topic of Lyra's birth and Tony's college shenanigans dismissed.

I caught Dr. Banner's pointed look as we finished our dessert - he was studying me, eyes searching for something that he very obviously wished was there. From the damp roots of my hair to the soft, cotton top clinging to my chest, I wasn't left unscrutinzed and unexamined. Like one of the many specimens he studied on a daily basis, Bruce lingered on the many characteristics that made me stand out in the grey crowd.

"Would you like to see the labs?" He asked, appearing behind me without a single sound.

The freshly cleaned dishes clattered in my arms. I'd almost dropped them, startled, but Bruce's hand landed on the top of the stack right before the top plate would have slipped off and shattered into pieces on the cold tile of his kitchen.

Blood rushed to my ears. "I'd love to," my brain had briefly returned to reality, the rush of meeting both Stark and Banner succumbing to logic and reason. My and his fields of study briefly overlapped, the question he posed was more than reasonable. In fact, many people would cheat, lie and steal to be in my position.

Bruce smiled, opening a cabinet and taking half of the dishes I was holding to stack them up in their proper place. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing wide, muscular forearms littered with dark, coarse hair.

I was sure my face was flaming. After waving off Lyra's attempts to put shoes on me and leaving her to watch her TV show, a wide, warm palm rested on the back of my waist, gently steering me towards the elevator.

I tried to keep my eyes off Bruce in the large mirror on the walls of the car as it swiftly moved down, scrutinizing my appearance instead. My throat bobbed, the elevator car suddenly too small and too hot.

His eyes left marks on me - invisible ones, the kind that I knew were there just from the scorching heat sizzling on my skin.

There was a certain je ne sais quoi about him. Perhaps, it was in the way he was acting - a polar opposite of what I'd had expected, Dr. Bruce Banner possessed a quiet confidence and his patience appeared to be endless, heartily doused with an appreciation for his closest ones. The way his eyes lit up in response to people smiling around the dinner table was hard to miss.

When Bruce spoke about his research - whatever wasn't classified, anyway - the spark expanded into a mischievous fire. I could hardly understand the nuances in his work, scratch that- I could not understand a single word he was saying, at all. The individual syllables registered as they should, but my traitorous brain could only focus on the way he licked his lips in between quickly inhaled breaths.

"You're not... Following, are you?" The corner of his mouth lifted upwards, clever brown eyes fixed on my face.

God, I hoped I wasn't drooling. But to deny the obvious would have been a stretch. "No, not really," I swallowed, willing my eyes to lift from the large veins on the hand that was pointing at a set of equations. Reasonably good at math any day, they looked like the scribbles of a madman to me at the time.

Dr. Banner sighed, letting silence creep among the whirring machinery in the lab for a brief moment. "I don't scare you?" He removed his glasses, cleaning them with the corner of his shirt.

The question reeked of self-doubt and, perhaps, insecurity. "No," I answered simply, not giving him the slightest chance to find doubt in my words. I was barely holding my voice from shaking, afraid he'd misunderstand my reaction to the sudden change in atmosphere.

He was closer to me than I recalled. My hip was almost brushing his, the bulk of his shoulder millimeters from touching against my bare skin, the smell of something herbal, like tea, and sharp chemicals clouding my senses. It was such a contrasting experience.

Bruce turned to me, an expression between hunger and regret forcing me to shiver and look him straight in the eye. A hand landed on my waist, holding me in place with gentle firmness. "I'm a monster, I could hurt you," he whispered, leaning into me like a touch starved kitten. The man screamed contradiction. "We shouldn't."

Vivid images of the Hulk and the rampages years prior flashed through my mind; the rubble, the collateral damage in the form of many lives. I barely remembered it, having been too little to really understand what was going on. One thing, though, I knew for sure: ever since the world became aware of Lyra's existence, there had been no incidents. Sure, the Hulk still appeared when there was a threat, but there were no documented incidents of the green creature running amok, accidentally.

"You won't hurt me," I spoke with conviction. Perhaps, I was bluffing just slightly but I wouldn't lie like that to myself. The variable, the... Twelve or so percent chance of things going... Awry, it made a small, malicious worm inside of me rejoice and fill my limbs with familiar adrenalised yearning. "You're not a monster. Far from it, actually," I used the hand that was not supporting me against the desk to gently cradle the side of his face, letting my fingertips brush over the rough five o'clock shadow on his cheek.

Bruce emitted a sound somewhere between an agitated grown and a pleading whine, sagging with the sound exhale, pressing himself flush with my chest. His face slipped from my palm, the warm tip of his nose running a steady line up my neck, sending goosebumps running wildly down my back as his hot breath tickled the arch of my throat.

"Baby," the nickname punched a stuttered gasp out of me with the intensity contained in just that one word. "I've been hearing all these amazing things about you," his voice dropped, low baritone rumbling straight into my ear. "I won't be able to hold back. I'll want you all to myself," his bicep flexed under my hand.

My knees would have bucked if I wasn't grasping onto Bruce for dear life after those words. I had some sense of personal pride in me, so while my body was an easy, traitorous thing, my mind was more than eager to participate in this game, to ping pong a little bit before... "Yeah? What things?" I breathed.

Teeth briefly closed around my tender skin, nipping for just a second. "You're kind, beautiful," his hand took a steadfast hold on the back of my neck, exposing my throat to his mouth. More skin to mark, more time to whisper. "Intelligent, bright and clever," the more he spoke, the fiercer he became. Bruce's grasp tightened until I was pliant in it, willingly following his silent commands. "A bit of a pain in the ass," a healthy dose of humour was added into the mix as my ass was roughly grabbed, our fronts pressed together at his insistence.

"That sounds about right," I didn't resist the sudden urge to snark, thoughts lazily floating in my head, like clouds on a bright sunny day, fleeting and sparse. None of them caught on. I was focused on feeling the need, on my need to feel.

A sharp smack landed on the plump of my ass, the sound resonating in the eerily quiet lab. The sounds of machinery had dulled at some point, leaving just the two of us panting our lust into each other's space. "I know you can be a good girl. Will you, princess?" His fingertips dug into my flesh, surpassing the soft sweatpants as if they weren't even there.

I could only nod, dumbly, overcome by the sudden rush of blood to my body. The life coarsing through me sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension.

"What's that?" Bruce removed himself from my neck, catching my unfocused eyes with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"Yes," I swallowed, breathing through my mouth.

"Mmm," he hummed, running both hands over my sides, over the frayed edges of my Mötorhead top. He admired it, briefly, setting his eyes on the band logo that was right over my breasts. Having decided something to himself, Bruce promptly removed it, lifting it over my head with ease and leaving it right on the science lab table.

Taking hold of my hand, he walked over to a hidden set of sliding doors that revealed a rather large, frequently used bed, shutting them just as I walked in, wearing only my bra and borrowed sweats. My back was pressed to the door in mere seconds, hot palms chasing away the chill of the lab as Bruce slotted his lips over mine.

He tasted like something I've never had before. His lips - so plush and supple, took hold of the kiss with practiced gusto, sucking me in without a chance or the desire to escape. I drank from him, sucked on the bottom lip as his tongue explored my mouth, danced with mine.

The room was spinning, the ringing in my ears growing in volume. I was only partly aware of the sensation of sliding down the wall; our knees thudded on the carpeted floor simultaneously, heavy breathing the only noise I could distinguish.

"Breathe, baby, that's it," Bruce coaxed, gently stroking my nape. The soft cotton of his shirt crumpled under my fingers where I held onto him, desperately searching something to ground myself with.

The buckle of his belt clattered and then clinked again as he wrapped the worn leather around my wrists, bringing them together in front of my chest. I exhaled sharply at the intimate gesture, a whine bubbling up from my chest when Bruce used a single fingertip to raise my chin.

My eyes met his; a brown iris tinged with the faintest of green around the outer edge. "This okay, princess?" He sought my face for confirmation, for agreement, for anything.

I nodded, stuttering mid-gesture, remembering our previous interaction. My mouth did not want to cooperate but I forced it to, even if it came out as little more than a pitiful mewl. "Yes, daddy," the word, sweet and sticky like fruit syrup, poured from my lips.

My eyes slid shut as my conscience - or was it common sense? - took hold of the situation. I was on my knees in front of my best friends dad, a virtual stranger, and I'd just-

Bruce's soft chuckle stopped the negative spiral of my thoughts. "That's my girl," he sounded a tad more breathless now, a hairliner in his perfect façade of self-control. As if he'd sensed my indecisiveness, he tugged on the makeshift restraints, pulling me closer, closer and into his lap.

A warm, solid chest with a healthy amount of fluff greeted me. Bruce let my lax, pliant body fall into his arms, catching me effortlessly and bringing my face to his lips. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're my good girl," he peppered soft kisses all over my flaming cheeks, my twitching nose, my fluttering lashes.

"Please," I begged, shame giving way to the flood of arousal that seemingly hit me all at once. I was aware of the dampness collecting in my panties, the stiffness of my limbs from holding back the ravenous desire to paw at Bruce like a wild animal. "Please, daddy..."

"I know, I know, baby girl," he soothed, not stopping his tender assault on my face. "Daddy will make it all better. I know just what you need," Bruce finally pulled away. I heard the sound of him undoing his zipper and then the awkward shuffle of him shucking off his pants.

Somewhere in between of all that, he'd ended up sitting down on the bed, wearing only his boxers, his shirt hanging open. The red crawled down his chest, partially masked by the coarse salt and pepper hair; his lips were cherry red and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. Bruce looked sinful.

My eyes inadvertently landed on the impressive bulge in his boxers; in response to my widened eyes, he reached out for it, stroking the outline of his thick cock through his boxers. "Like what you see, baby?"

"Yeah," My mouth watered.

"Baby wants a fat cock?" He teased, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing, testing my self-control like that. With a flick of his wrist, it sprang free, slapping against his tummy, coating the fine hairs with drops of clear, musky fluid.

I swallowed, feeling the taste of him from afar and yearning for more where I was parked between his spread legs.

In a gesture almost loving, he tugged on the belt still wrapped around my wrists, bringing my face to his leaking shaft and my hands to the base of it, letting me feel the weight of his balls in them. The cock throbbed, neglected, weighed down by the heaviness of his full balls.

"Go ahead, baby, suck my cock," the encouragement came with a gentle push to my head.

I obediently followed, wrapping my lips around the pink, moist crown of it, a hum beginning in the back of my throat. My God, Bruce tasted heavenly... I whirled and slipped my tongue a around his head, I dipped into the slit to drink the nectar right from the tap, idly coming to awareness of the broken, choked moans coming from the man above me.

Raising my head got me a view of his chin; head thrown back, the lax O of his mouth glistened in the meager light. My eyes slid lower, to the flex of his abs. Bruce fought hard to stay still. The desire consumed me, a sudden rush of power at having Dr. Bruce Banner's cock in my mouth and the man at my mercy; I inhaled, sliding my mouth further and further down his throbbing length.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter before his hands gripped the sides of my face. "Hungry, baby, are you?" His eyes glowed a faint green; I shuddered at the power he held within himself. Held back for me. "Tap my thigh twice," he spoke and I had no choice but to obey. "Okay. Do that if it gets too much, alright?" I nodded. He gave me a wide, beaming smile. "Good girl," he praised, experimentally bucking his hips into my mouth a few times.

In and out. I focused on my breathing, sharp, little inhales: his girth took up all the free space in my mouth, the tip of it barely fit into my throat. The burn, the stretch; I felt every tenth of an inch, every bulging attempt of my body to accommodate Bruce's huge cock. It was delicious, I couldn't help but crave the same stretch in my neglected, sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Bruce moaned wetly. "Your mouth... S'like heaven... Could fuck it all day, that's my good girl," the rambling increased in it's intensity as the pace of his hips hastened. Drool and tears flowed like a river; my chin was dropping with it, spit connected my face to his pelvis. "Oh," there was a brief pause to his movements; suddenly, he pulled out, fisting the base of his cock, staring me down with a ferocious gleem in his eye.

I must've looked a straight mess; my face like a crime scene, my clothes disheveled, covered in fluids and most of all - I was desperately grinding against my own feet, too focused on the glorious cock in front of me to notice the weakness of my own flesh. "Daddy?" I questioned, wincing at the grating of my own voice.

Without a word, the belt was tugged once more; in a set of movements just slightly north of acrobatic, I found myself laying on my back in the middle of the bed, my sweatpants suffering a haste demise in the corner of the room.

Bruce crawled atop me, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on every inch of my skin he could reach, mouthing something inaudible into every pore of my body. As he drew closer, I discerned bitten-off phrases, stringing my desire into sticky, tangy mess at the apex of my thighs.

"My perfect baby girl," the words reached me; all tongue, he kissed me once more, arching into me as much as I arched into his hot grasp. A brief inspection of my face - he was satisfied with what he saw - and Bruce crawled back, settling in between my spread legs, breathing hot air on the lips of my sex still covered by a sopping wet piece of fabric.

"Oh fuck," I yelped, feeling him smooch it soundly, the hot wetness of his tongue penetrating the meagre lace barrier with ease.

He moved it aside anyway, with a single finger, giving my pussy a broad lick, moaning into my cunt like a man gone mad. It took a few more licks for him to feel sated enough to surface, all the while holding my hips down. I was so sensitive, I felt even the tiniest flicks to my clit, I was sure if I didn't cum then and there, I would explode.

"Such a pretty pussy, princess," his heavy breathing paused briefly. He nipped my thigh. "So wet, is that all for me?"

"Yes, yes, daddy," I rasped, pushing my cunt into his face, losing all shame and trepidation.

"So tasty," he continued the torture, outlining my lower lips before taking another nosedive right into it, swirling his tongue around every fold, sucking onto my clit.

Bruce ate my pussy until my thighs shook, until my core quivered and I could no longer hold back the choked, ragged screams starting somewhere in the low of my belly and coming out as unholy, all-consuming yowls filled with unadulterated lust.

"Louder for me, baby," he inhaled rapidly, and then, he sucked on my clit.

The world stopped, halted on it's axis, every muscle going rigid in my body and every nerve ending simultaneously coming alive. Faintly, I heard a chant, repeating two syllables over and over, it sounded like my voice - but I had no control over myself. All I could do was weakly grind my hips against Bruce's mouth, faltering when the crashing waves of my orgasm began to recede.

The infuriating overstimulation stopped; blinking hazily, I saw Bruce's eyes glimmer brown and green in front of my face. His nose and his chin was glistening with a thin coat of sticky fluid; disheveled and red, he looked a man on the verge of a revelation.

Something hot and blunt nosed at my cunt, bringing back the moment to me - I realized, with a great deal of impatience - how empty I felt. The decision was minute. "Daddy, fuck me, please, I want your cock," the words came easily.

"That's my girl," his eyes fluttered shut as the first inches squeezed through the snug of my cunt. I was sopping wet and as relaxed as I'd be, but even then, it was a stretch. "Good girl, good baby," the mumbled praise made me whine and my pussy clamp on his cock. "Relax, let daddy fill you up." Breathing through it, I consciously unwound myself around him, letting my palms rest freely on his shoulders. "Let daddy take care of you."

Like melted sugar, his husked words stuck to me inside and out. Short, sharp thrusts; Bruce was patiently burrowing himself inside of me, making his way to reach the deepest parts of me I didn't even know existed. His cock head pressed against something hard and spongy inside of me; stars burst behind my eyes I'd clamped shut on reflex.

I moaned weakly, tugging on his arm, pressing myself closer. It felt so, so good. Like a raw nerve had been exposed and he was stroking it, pushing that little switch with every stroke of his hips.

"I'm not gonna last," he muttered as once again, my cunt squeezed him snugly in place, just as greedy as I was to feel that tiny explosion spark up within me again.

"I want..." I panted. Bruce set in a punishing pace after that, a palm under my ass, squeezing it so hard there would definitely be bruising. I craved it, I needed to see the evidence this was not some elaborate fever dream. "I want... Daddy to fill me up," words came out garbled; it sounded like gibberish to my ears but Bruce - they spurred him on.

"Oh yeah?" That breathless, boyish cockiness was back in his voice again; despite how fucked out he sounded, I prepared myself for something truly out of this world. I just knew.

He sat back on his shins, dragging me by the hips with him, making me shiver and moan and twitch and clamp onto him again as his throbbing cock hit that special spot again. And again. And again.

"Look at me, baby," a hand on my belly and his eyes burning right through me. As they slid down, towards the apex of my thighs where he was still moving within me almost lazily, I saw it.

"Oh fuck," I couldn't utter much more than a two-syllabled profanity. There was a bulge in my belly, just above my pelvis, moving in rhythm with Bruce's hips. And then he pressed on it and I-

Something, someone, somewhere was screaming. The noise was loud and pitched, but even then, I could barely hear it though the neverending waves of bliss that enveloped my whole being. Gold and silver at the edges of my rapidly darkening vision; I was drowning in something that smelled and felt like Bruce. The safety of his arms, the warmth of his heated body, the rapid snapping of his hips-

Oh.

"I'm gonna, fuck," the last word was but a ghost of a human speech. Growling low and filthy, Bruce leaned into my ear, his breath hot and moist. "Mine," his hips stuttered, his cock nestled deep, the sensation bordering on painful, forcefully extracted pleasure. It throbbed with every spurt of his seed; each one felt like a solid punch in the gut to my abused pussy.

"Daddy," I mewled, my body jerking away from him but my mind and my soul yearning for more. His rapidly softening flesh made the idea of being separated unbearable.

"S'good, s'my good girl, m'so proud," he mumbled, looking slightly disoriented as he removed himself from me, immediately pressing me to his side and interwining any free, flailing limbs.

We laid in silence, each of us slowly coming back to Earth after the completely unreal experience we just had. I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do as the realization set in, the post-orgasmic haze giving way to a sudden rush of clarity.

"I can hear you overthinking," Bruce's voice was fond.

Before I could muster up the courage to snark back, the divided doors opened, one very concerned Tony Stark standing there, armed with a tranquilizer gun in one hand and a pack of cookies in the other. His mouth, previously open to (probably) yell at us, remained as open when his eyes had registered the scene in front of him.

I stared at Bruce. Bruce stared at Tony.

"The noise," he offered in the way of explanation, dangling the pack of cookies, looking, for once - speechless. He recovered quickly, however, even if the remark was a thin ghost of his usual sass: "You pick the nerd over me? I'm hurt," he scoffed in mock irritation, although I was pretty sure I saw some satisfaction in there, too.

Bruce looked at me. I looked at Bruce.

A mischievous grin slowly crept up his face, an identical one beginning to appear on my own face seconds after.

"Hey, two nerds is better than one, right?" My response is what did it; or, rather, it was the evidence of my previous throat-fucking clearly audible in my voice... Tony dropped the cookies and then, the tranq gun.

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#bruce banner x reader #bruce banner smut #bruce banner x you #bruce banner x y/n #Bruce Banner #bun writes #I haven't written shit in a month and boom #6k words in three hours #i don't like the ending #I'm bad at them #okay #okay .

[halfeviltotty]

What your favorite Mr. Osomatsu-san brother says about you based off of my personal experience:

Osomatsu: you cope with your loneliness by making titty and pussy jokes. If you're not a lesbian you want to fix him like he's an injured bird and he will ruin your credit. A lot of you guys make these silly funny ass jokes and then literally draw him going through death and trauma and make him experience just earth shattering grief and loss...and then you draw him saying "i got coochie lice" immediately afterwards. insane. i love yall so much.

Karamatsu: you're insane. You desperately want someone to spoil you rotten and sweep you off your feet and it's bleeding into your platonic relationships. You're probably quiet as hell irl too and cool. Unless you're not and then you're unhinged as hell... Ngl a lot of you have very basic media analysis skills and sincerely believe Karamatsu is the only victim in the house and are usually the loudest and majority in the fandom bc of it. You're influential but very few of you use this power for good 😭

Choromatsu: you find him relatable and are typically obsessive and you respect his comedic timing. Love is blind and you're willing to look over his bad traits or break his arm in eight places so he quits it. You want an Otaku nerd boyfriend to listen to music with and watch anime with and bc Choromatsu can be normal sometimes and cute in romantic situations its running you ragged.

Ichimatsu: you also find him relatable and are loving him to love yourself. Most of yall have been chill goth kids lol... I haven't met anyone who liked Ichimatsu as an opposites attracts, all of you are spooky goth girls. or you're the biggest nastiest freak on planet earth and you want Ichimatsu to do some shit that would require you to sign a waiver. Two opposites of the spectrum. He's not gonna dom you like that tho... Not until your 20th wedding anniversary. Some of yall need to chill imo. Not the cool ones - you other bitches.

Jyushimatsu: rare this side of the fandom but you guys love genki boys, or Ono Daisuke, or you just find him funny and enjoy his positive point of view! I've seen a few of you and a lot of you are very level headed but clearly are into his weird shit. I can see Jyushimatsu falls in love, Jyushimatsu festival and especially the episodes where Jyushimatsu is mature and shows that he actually is quite intelligent and emotionally intelligent at that is probably what yall latch onto. I've noticed a few of you are really into the fact Jyushimatsu is introspective and philosophical. What I'm trying to say is yall are usually the geniuses of the fandom.

Todomatsu: you're of excellent taste, of fine character, your mind and your meat is huge. One of God's strongest soldiers and one of the rare and exquisite. Refined palette, you see that frankly unlikable sonvabitch and you get heart eyes because he's sooo cute! When other people say he's normal you closed mouth scream because you know tottys got 5 severe disorders and is jus special and neurotypical passing. You'd give him a script of antipsychotics and a kiss and a hug. A lot of us find him super relatable and just love his low vibe. im bias, i'll admit it but Todomatsu imo is the only one who would wouldnt be torture to be roommates with. you'll just have to deal with him stealing your skincare but you can literally crack him over your knee and break his back like youre bane and hes batman. its okay dw about it.

#Open_mouth.exe #Biblical truths as scribed by me

[nastyburger]

its a dp spiderverse au! more about each character under cut

Danny B. Fenton: mirror of peter b in the movie obvi, older version with a different hair color. very tired, broke, and burnt out on the whole hero thing but still maintains his secret identity human life. works as a teacher in casper high, but not a core subject so he’s super lenient and staff doesnt care too much about how he teaches his classes. basically astronomy and intro to robotics, those fun side elective classes people take before doing the real thing in college.

considered one of those “cool teachers” because of how laid back his teaching methods are, rarely gives out assignments or homework too (”less for me to grade”). the students respect him so if he randomly walks out of class for a “smoke break” they wont snitch. honestly, this danny actually gets more out of teaching than his hero work at this point in his life

when he gets sent to the “canon dimension” and has to be the adult among a group of 6 kids, he often unintentionally uses his “teacher methods” against them (*clap clap* “alright guys listen up” / “did he just teacher clapped us???”)

Dex: based on peni parker, the only one out of the dimensional group who actually isnt a halfa. he was kinda sickly growing up so he spent a lot of time at home around his parents and the lab, taking more of an interest in the inventions and robotics as a result. he helped build/design the portal, so the button isnt as far inside like every other iteration of it (its still inside but instead near the entrance).

because of this, he was only partially shocked by the portal, his right arm being lost after taking most of the damage. the incident wasnt enough to get ghost powers, but it was enough to give danny a sort of affinity/psychic link to all technology using ectoplasm. he can mess with any gadget that uses the substance within range and view, and if he focuses hard enough he can even manipulate nonsentient ectoplasm on its own. controlling technology is his main link though, especially with the tech in his arm partially extending his reach to things that use electricity as well

this danny’s parents knows about the mutation and his ghost fighting is no secret to the masses. jack and maddie were actually the ones to make dex’s prosthetic and mech in the first place (that does mean the occasional embarrassing protective parent program in them though).

he goes by dex because of his prosthetic arm. the tech is called “The Fenton EX-J9 14″. tucker was the one who coined the nickname, taking danny’s first initial and combining it with “ex” to make “dex”. the name eventually just stuck

Sam Mourner: mirrors gwen, universe is loosely based on the reverse trio au, its all mostly self explanatory. although, since her story reflects gwen, her danny is actually dead in this universe. like canon, sam and tucker were with danny during the accident but this time sam goes in WITH danny. danny activates the portal like normal, but he doesnt survive. sam somehow makes it through and gains ghost powers. like gwen, sam doesnt “do” friends anymore after losing danny, she and tucker has a bit of a strained relationship with her pushing him away so he doesnt get hurt helping her fight ghosts. tucker still does his best to stick around and keep in touch with her despite sam’s wishes

she wore a purple hazmat suit (at danny’s insistence for safety) that gets inverted to green, she later layers some other clothes on top of the it to more suit her style. I imagine this sam actually wears purple contact lenses instead of literally having purple eyes, she was wearing them at the time of the accident so it gave her ghost form’s eyes a little bit of weirdness.

Tucker Ghouly: not really based on anyone in the original spiderverse movie, really just his own character so there isnt as much to explain in this one since its basically just the inverse trio au (tuckers got powers, sams the nerd, dannys the goth and general love interest blah blah blah).

embarrassingly enough, tucker did “die” in his superhero pjs. the accident occurred during a sleepover at danny’s house. danny having checked out the portal earlier that day and not being able to find the problem with it, so tucker offers to go down there himself and do his techno geek business after danny relays the story to his friends. while rewiring the button to the portal, the thing turns on and the rest is repeated history

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #does this au have an actual name so i can not tag it as spiderverse au #dannyverse au #reverse trio au #inverse trio au #technically with sam and tuck haha #ghost draws #PHANTOMVERSE #THIS AU IS CALLED PHANTOMVERSE #thank you tags for informing me of the actual name because i knew versions of this already existed i just didnt know what it was called

[mhathotfic]

Can I please request jock!reader x nerd or goth shinsou? Also can you do a male reader please?

So my love for actually a big lovesick dork accidentally snuck in. I that’s ok though

Warnings: written with a male reader in mind, swearing

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x reader

“You know I can feel you staring right?”

Shit, was he staring? He didn’t even realize it, but the glare set on him in response had him questioning for how long.

He’d honestly only been admiring his outfit, dark and gloomy yet somehow lively in its own way. Eye catching yet foreboding. Standing out, while seemingly trying to warn keep away and leave me be, just like the handsome young man staring daggers at him.

“You gonna tell me what you want or just stare like an idiot”.

Right, he needed to say something. Not just look at him. Right, ok. How do you speak again?

This was stupid, he didn’t understand why he made him so nervous. He can go on the field and handle himself like pro, but some pretty goth boy makes him act like a nervous wreck?

He needs to say something though, anything just stop staring like a moron.

“Sorry, I just think that you’re really pretty and super distracting and I called you pretty and should really shut up shouldn’t I? Sorry I guess I’m just nervous and-”

“Is this a joke? Some stupid ‘make fun of the weird kid’ thing?” Shinsou scoffed, tired of the cruel and overused ‘joke’. He didn’t see how this was any different coming from him. He wasn’t the first sporty type to pull it after all.

“What? No! I just, look I get that a lot of people are jerks, but I mean it and it’s not fair to assume I’m just an ass before even getting to know me”.

He wasn’t expecting him to be so… upset? Maybe just this once?

“Is that how your asking me out?”

“I- maybe? Do you want to go on a date? It’s cool if not though!”

“Are you always so cheery?”

“Do you always avoid answering questions?”

“Pick me up at eight then”

“Sooo yes then? Hey, don’t just walk away! You know I can just catch you right? It’s rude to just- well that finger is gonna cost you a dessert mr.!”

#hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #male reader #x male reader