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Dear Father fanfic idea
DC x DP crossover fanfiction
Fanfic idea of Danny adopting everyone. He’s worse than Batman since he does it 200% deliberately with no age nor race restriction.
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“Absolutely fucking not.”
Yeah, nope. No way in hell was he, John mother-fucking Constantine going to let this happen. Only over his dead body, which might actually be the case by the end of the bloody day if they couldn’t come up with something else other than that. And he wasn’t going to change his mind no matter how much the kid currently gallivanting as a demi-god whined. Wasn’t that a news when he found out several months ago.
“Come on Constans, we both know he wouldn’t mind. Besides what else can we do, we’ve tried everything.” Captain Marvel pleaded with the older man as he gestured their surroundings.
It couldn’t be described as anything else other than apocalyptic. A complete fucking shitshow.
Apparently a prophecy of some kind came to fruition right under their bloody noses and they were left grasping straws to try and stop the end of the world from happening. If only-
“Call him or I’ll call him John! Your choice.” Pressed Marvel who was getting fed up with the magician’s nonsense but he wasn’t bugging, no siree!
“Shut up, we don’t need his help! Just let me-” John yelled while buried head first in his spell book, desperately trying to find away that didn’t require him to relinquish the last few pits of his shabby dignity. Or what was left of it anyways. But Marvel was having non of it.
“Nope, that’s it! I’m making the call!” The red glad man shouted over the blonde brit and pulled out his personal phone which looked like it had been pulled strait out of a sci-fi movie.
This caused John to lunge at Marvel who in return floated away out of his reach.
“Are you daft? I’ll never hear the end of it so don’t even- Hey! Don’t you dare, I swear-!” They were quickly interrupted by a black looming silhouette quickly approaching them.
“I hope that you two have come up with something since you’re able to play around like this.” Batman demanded in gruff manner, man looking worse for wear just like the rest of them. Marvel swiftly positioned the dark one between him and his would-be assailant.
“Oh we did have a solution from the very start but someone thinks that we don’t need any help. His poor ego wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He told as he threw a look over his makeshift barrier’s shoulder.
“Shut your cakehole.” John hissed but was reluctantly put in place by a hard glare from mister darker and gloomier who turned to the floating magic-user.
“What is this solution exactly? Help from who or what?” At his inquiry the boy-man hero couldn’t help but beam when he began to explain what, or rather who he had in mind.
“Well I was thinking calling our-” But he was rudely cut in before he could get far.
“We aren’t calling anybody because we don’t need his help! We can take care of this on our own!” Batman turned back to the blond and was clearly at the end of his patience.
“We are running on borrowed time Constantine, if there is any chance to for us to stop this then we should take it since we don’t have any other options left.”
The two began to argue so heatedly that they didn’t pay attention to Marvel speed dialing the number he kept close to his heart. With a dopey grin he bounced on his heels while he waited for the other side to answer. After just two rings the line connected.
“Hi kid! What are you calling in for, did you get out of work already?” A jovial, baritone voice rang out which instantly relaxed the kid-not-kid hero. The all-composing feeling of warmth, protection and safety could almost be felt through the phone which never failed to make him feel comfortable and at peace.
“Hi dad! No, I’m still at work and we kinda shorta need your help. Badly.”
He could near feel the change in his father’s mood and he definitely heard it in his voice.
“What do you need? Where are you?” Came the rapid questioning. His smile never left as he thought how dad always went strait to business when it came to his family and friends. Always ready to help no matter what or why.
“Well, apparently the apocalypse is happening and we have no idea how to stop it… Can you help us? Please?” He tentatively asked as he glanced back at the bickering duo. Sometimes he asked himself if he really was the only secret child there.
“Ha ha, no need to beg, let alone ask. I’ll be there in a jiffy once I know where you guys are. Just try and hang in there kid.” Voice on the other side commented in lighter tone.
Marvel let out a sigh. He knew that everything would be okay after all.
“Thanks dad. We are currently stuck on Metropolis in it’s central, it’s a complete mess in here.”
“Everything will be fine. See you soon.” The voice chuckled and cut the call.
Yes, everything would be just fine. He turned to call out to the idiots who looked to be near ripping each other a new one.
“You two can stop now, he’s already on his way!”
He had to wince at the speed which the blonde turned his head to stare at him. Then came the familiar cursing.
“Fucking shite!”
He merely rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in irritation. He glared at the magician.
“Seriously, what’s your problem? It doesn’t have to be this difficult you know.”
Before John could comment, Batman pushed pass and stalked up to Marvel.
“Who did you call?”
He couldn’t say much before more of their fellow heroes started to trickle in. Flash no surprise being the first.
“Hope you got something up your utility belt Bats, we can’t take this much longer.” Pleaded the red speedster. He was joined by Green Lantern carrying injured Superman and ouch did he look roughened up.
“Have to agree with Flashpoint. Were running out of juice fast, and even Big Blue is out cold.”
Marvel looked at the others coming in. Martian Manhunter, Zatara, Wonder Woman, Black Canary and even Doctor Fate was there, none of them looking any better.
“Well, I’m glad to announce that help is on their way so we can all sit back and relax for a bit. This will be over in no time.” He declared brightly.
The others goggled at him like he made the most outlandish statement in all of history, minus Constantine who has decided to use this small window of calm to drown his headache in his flask while he still can.
“What the hell are you on about? What help? Who could possibly help with this!” Flash yelled out the question in everybodies mind.
“I would like to known this too finally.” Batman demanded this as well.
Seeing everybody hanging onto his up coming explanation he smirked at John who gave him oh-so-eloquently middle finder in retaliation. Well to bad, he would have to just deal with it, the big baby.
“Oh nobody too important, just the most powerful and influential being in all multiverse. Some of you might know him by his monikers like the First Champion, the Balancer, the High King and the Great One.” He said flippantly as he pretended to check his nails, trying his absolute best to hid his smug smile when he noticed Zatara and Fate going rigid and pale.
Zatara near stumbled thanks to his shaking knees. He took couple faltering steps towards the Champion of Magic. His expression mix of reverence and fear as started to whisper as if dreading that someone or something might hear him if he spoke too loudly.
“Y-You couldn’t possibly mean King-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence for they all felt the change in the air, in the ground.
He has arrived.
Time came to a crawl, the world slowed it’s movements in face of approaching force. It quaked, it trembled, it slithered. Leak becoming a downpour, a tear in reality of sickly green opened above the group, high out of reach. What little light still had remained in the hellish landscape around them were drained as if all the world’s shadow congregated around the opening to greet its master like a deprived servant. Then a figure of black and white caped in light seemingly holy, descended from it. Even from afar they could distinguish their towering form who’s muscles failed to hide under its full-body armor. Their mountainous presence becomes more and more apparent the closer they came. What they thought as wings of pure and white was actually a cape of moving light.
Blazing green eyes as that of the tear gazed upon them from under their moonlight hair, which coupled with the iron grown of flames created figures of shadow dancing across their hardened features as if to praise their beholder’s glory.
Zatara had already collapsed on the ground in utter disbelieve. All the myths and legends were true all along.
“King Phantom.” He spoke in awe and bowed before the king as did equally shocked Doctor Fate.
“Hi dad!” Marvel yelled and dragged the laughing magician by his coat to greet their new arrival.
All of their associates looked between the clear powerhouse of a being and their red heavy hitter in utter incredulity at the revelation. Zatara and Fate near had a heart attack at the way their magical colleague addressed the mythical presence. Marvel had a father? And this horrifying existence was it? What sent them reeling even more was how the king’s responded.
With his arms stretched he lowered himself fully to gather the two smaller men in his embrace.
“Kids! Boy, when you said that you needed help bad I think you might have underestimated a tiny bit.” He joked with a toothy smile as he moved to get a better look at his more-or-less willing captees of his affection. His expression softened even more at the face of Constantine, not the others could see.
“John, it’s so good to see you as well.” He said softly and ruffled both of their hairs, eliciting a laugh from his youngest and indignant pout from his fourth oldest who tried to swat the offending hand away.
“Whatever.” John growled but Phantom didn’t mind since he could see the blush caking his scratched up cheeks.
Now this drew his attention, both of his boys were in horrendous shape and he would do something about it after his job was completed. Looking at the blood willed sky no longer colored by his green and the burning wreckage that is this dimensions earth, he knew he didn’t have much time.
“I suppose we should get this over with then. You two better get back to the Keep after this, understood.” He stated and then was gone just like that.
Now that the oppressive feeling of death and power has left along with the godly being, every single one of the heroes present turned to the two for explanation. Marvel send a pleading look towards his brother, but John pointedly turned away and began to nurse his briefly forgotten drink which was now empty, damn you dad.
Discreetly gulping his nerves down he twirled to face his peers.
“Okay, let’s start with one question at a time please.”
This caused the floodgates to open and Zatara practically jumped him in his feverishness.
“You are a son of King Phantom? The King Phantom? I thought he was nothing more than a myth! A legend told through out several histories!”
As Marvel was trying to dislodge the man he was approached by Doctor Fate.
“I too held the believe that he was nothing more than a story to strike fear onto the forces of evil and to aspire heroes of both old and new. To think he was real this entire time.” He mused, and before Marvel could say anything, Flash barged in as well.
“And what about you John? This might be the first time I’ve seen any otherworldly being be happy to see you.” He pointed at the man who chose to wisely stay far behind.
“Fuck you too!” Shouts the offended man from the back. Even if it’s true doesn’t make it any less rude. And oh look here comes Batman.
“Enough! Marvel, explain.” He demands as he moves effortlessly to the front of the pack.
“Well… you see-” Marvel stammers as he tries under the pressure to come up with something to say but was thankfully saved by the sky shifting again.
As quick as a snap the red sky was returned to its blue color, signaling the King’s victory over his enemy. Marvel smiled widely and even John couldn’t stop a heavy sigh of relieve from escaping his mouth. Good old dad, always up to any task he comes across.
“Incredible.” Wonder Woman gasped, even Lantern had to give an impressed eyebrow at the instant change in atmosphere. And while everyone was distracted by his dad’s handiwork, Marvel shimmied his way to the grumpy magician who was in progress of making his getaway.
“I think we should continue this some other time, there’s a lot of cleaning up to do and me and my bro need to do a little house call. So bye!” He called out with a wave as he was crabbed and transported to their destination before anyone could stop them.
Others could do more than blink as Batman stewed in his place. In Lantern’s arms Superman began to stir.
“H-huh, what did I miss?”
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Crossover prompt, Casey and Casey Junior centric
So when meeting Casey Junior, the 2012 gang is just AWESTRUCK on how different Casey is in this universe. He’s nice, calm, considerate, well mannered, respectful- you get the point. Everything 12!Casey ISN’T. And most of the 2012 gang absolutely likes him. It feels nice to have a Casey that doesn’t constantly push their buttons and feel like they can have a mature or calm conversation with.
Leonardo spars with him and is shocked by how formally trained he is.
Since Junior grew up with Rise Donnie, he tries to help Donnie with projects when he allows him to and is actually good company for Donnie!
Junior is the only one who can stomach Mikey’s cooking since he survived on roadkill and scraps most of his life so maple syrup and tuna pizza tastes like Gordan Ramsey to him,
April is just appreciative to have a meaningful conversation with another human for once.
Raphael is the only one on the fence about Junior for a reason stated later.
As for 12!Casey, he absolutely HATES Junior’s guts. Mainly out of jealousy. He’s jealous of how his team trusts him and how they’re not generally annoyed to be around him, hell he’s even jealous of how sick his weapons are! I mean a chainsaw hockeystick fusion and a grappling hook?! No-one would trust him with those but apparently these guys do. There’s also this thing where Junior is just so… Bland?! (In his eyes) He can’t understand why anyone likes him, universal cosmo law or not that wasn’t Casey Jones and he’s not gonna share his title to the equivalent of white bread.
So it sparks this one-sided rivalry and Junior doesn’t understand any of it. Like Casey will start random competitions, will pick on him, purposely make him mess up on missions, hell he’ll even try and make Junior physically fight him a couple times before someone will have to tear Casey off of the poor boy. (It doesn’t help that 12 Donnie constantly calls Junior the “better Casey”)
Eventually the two of them talk and they make a truce then they become friends (i have no idea how, just imagine some emotional conversation between them)
Then they’re walking and they go up to one of the Donnies and ask
Casey Jr: Hey Dona- i mean Donatellos, my counterpart wants a replica of my weapon if that isn’t any trouble
Casey: What my good looking bro is trying to say is- Dude I NEED a hockey stick chainsaw
Rise Donnie: Okay two things, one-
2012 Donnie: No way in hell that i’m giving YOU a chainsaw
Rise Donnie: And two, who said you guys were counterparts?
Then there’s this long silence and Casey asks
Casey: how we are not counterparts? We share the same name, we share the same handsome face and both play hockey??
Rise Donatello: That’s because he’s the counterpart of your would-be-son Casey Jones Junior. Your counterpart is our friend Cassandra Jones, you guys haven’t met because she doesn’t visit much-
Casey: JUNIOR?! CASE, WHY DIDN’T YOU MENTION THE JUNIOR PART OR YOUR MOM.
Casey Jr: It never came up! But i guess that makes sense, you do remind me a lot of my mom.
Rise Donatello: It also explains why when I asked Donnie over here how his Casey was sent to the past without mystic energy he looked at me like I was crazy
2012 Donnie: To be honest, I was more shocked that a Casey was put in charge of saving the world. Now I can sleep easy at least
Casey: YOU’RE FROM THE FUTURE?!
Rise Donatello: You didn’t tell this guy anything did you???
After that, Casey loves to pull the “Technically i’m your dad, so you have to listen to me” and teasingly calls him “son”. Of course this is all out of earshot of Cassandra. But this also is a weight off Casey’s chest that this is indeed a separate person and of all things his son! Hell it kinda gives him an ego boost (not that he needs one) that someone as crazy as him can raise someone like Junior.
They’re close friends and I love them
#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2012#rottmnt#Casey Jones#Casey Jones Jr#Cassandra Jones#Crossover prompt#tmnt prompt
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Accepting the Bond
“A Better Life” Bonus Scene
Warnings: this is just... the smuttiest smut I have ever smutted. Friends, when I put the “18+” warning in my bio, it was like it was waiting for this moment. oral (f. receiving), pet names, praise kink, breath play... But also soft and lovey-dovey Azriel that makes my heart flutter. Let me know if I missed anything else!
Azriel x Archeron Sister
Word count: 4.5k
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“The honor is all yours, Lady Archeron.” I narrowed my eyes at Azriel’s cheeky grin, pulling the key he gifted me a year and a half ago from my pocket. As I had promised him, I began getting things sorted in Winter once we started designing our new home. I couldn’t make it out to the mountains in Night that frequently because of the bakery and working on selling my cottage and any other knickknacks I wouldn’t be bringing with me, so I haven’t seen the space since construction first started 8 months ago. I was here when they first poured the foundation, but haven’t been here since. I was involved in the design of the space, as well as picking out some furnishings, but I have not laid eyes on our home until this moment.
I looked at the large, black door with stained glass inlays depicting a reindeer with Velaris’ mountains between the reindeer’s antlers. Azriel had kept the door that belonged to the key a secret for so long, I felt tears forming at the crossover of our two lives. Sniffling a bit, I said quite seriously, “You know that Fenrir can never see this, right? His ego would get so inflated he’d be able to fly everywhere he wants to go for the rest of his life.” Azriel laughed before placing his arm around my shoulders.
“It’s our little secret, then.” Now that he’s made physical contact with me, I could practically feel him buzzing with excitement (or nerves) at the unveiling of our house. Looking up at him with a smile, I turned the key and opened the door.
The house was two stories with high ceilings that dark wooden support beams kept sturdy. Matching hardwood floors covered the space, and a mix of white drywall and stone walls made up the barriers to the rooms. The back exterior wall was made entirely of glass, opening up to the breathtaking views of the mountains. The living room, dining room, and kitchen were an open concept, and all of the bedrooms lined up against the wall of windows on the second floor so that anyone who slept here would wake up to the sight of the sun rising over the mountains. We also made sure we had both a massive home library/office as well as my own piano room. Every room was designed with space in mind to accommodate any number of Illyrians who may be roaming the halls, but ensuring the space did not mean any sense of homey comfort was diminished.
Walking through our home, I felt the air leave my lungs at finally seeing our little sketches come to life. Azriel stepped up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist and rest his chin on the top of my head. “Welcome home, sweetheart. I hope it’s everything you dreamed of.”
I turned in his arms, wrapping my own around his neck and looked into his bright hazel eyes. “It’s so much more than I could have imagined.” With a smile, he kissed my forehead and my eyes closed at the contact.
“There are some little additions the designer added if you want to walk through and see everything.” I pretended to consider his offer, but instead made a counteroffer.
“We could take the time to do that now, but I do have to admit that I am starving.” His eyes darkened and I didn’t bother hiding my grin. “I think a little visit to the kitchen is first on the list, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Now that you mention it, I could have a bite.” I laughed as he scooped me in his arms and made his way into the kitchen. I was temporarily distracted looking out the massive windows as the sky began to turn gorgeous shades of purple and orange with the sun setting.
“I don’t think I will ever tire of this view.” He followed my gaze and smiled as well.
“I look forward to every sunrise and sunset we’ll share for the rest of our lives.” I gently directed his face to meet mine in a brief kiss, sighing at the feel of being completely surrounded by everything that is Azriel. I pulled away with a smile.
“Time to get cooking, yes?” Like a switch flipping, his gaze turned dark all over again and I laughed. He set me down before he took a seat in one of the stools at the breakfast bar. I took a moment to appreciate this gorgeous, spacious kitchen that is mine for the rest of my days, before diving into tonight’s dinner.
I wanted to make something special for tonight, but something that wouldn’t take hours on end, which would only exhaust me when all was said and done. Wanting to outshine my sisters’ meager soup and crackers, I decided on salmon with asparagus and roasted rosemary potatoes. Wanting the final decision to be kept a secret for as long as possible, I trusted the twins to take care of including everything I’d need for tonight when they stocked the kitchen for us earlier today.
Dicing up the potatoes, I glanced up at Azriel. He had been watching me like a hawk as I moved around the kitchen, already feeling like I’ve spent my life up until this point working in it. “Can I get you anything to drink while I work on dinner?” I watched his throat bob as he swallowed, eyes unblinking as he continued to watch me.
“I’ll get myself some water for now.” I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the fully stocked wine rack. Following my gaze, he shook his head. “I don’t want anything to even minutely dull a single sense tonight.” My eyes widened as I began to feel my heart beat significantly faster than it was before, and I turned my gaze back to what I was doing. I highly doubt accidentally cutting a finger off due to distraction would set the right tone for accepting a bond…
With potatoes diced, I seasoned them and the asparagus, placing them in the oven before pulling the salmon filets from the ice box in order to prepare them. Sharp utensils far out of reach, I risked a glance at Az. “What do you think of the house?”
“I think it’s perfect. Even more so now that we’re both here.”
“Did you spend a lot of time here while it was being built?” Az smiled, looking down into his water glass.
“I suppose you could say that. Someone needed to get up into the high ceilings, after all, to paint and install the support beams.” I gaped at him.
“Wait, you actually helped with construction?” Az shrugged, trying to act as if it wasn’t a big deal, but the blush across his cheeks said otherwise. “How much time did you spend here?”
“Every day.” He looked up at me from beneath his eyelashes, and I felt the air leave my lungs. This strong, beautiful male sitting in front of me is so incredibly perfect. “Because of work, some days were simply just passing through to see how everyone was doing. But I otherwise spent the majority of my time here, making sure everything was perfect, not a plank of wood or stone out of place.”
I bit my lip as I turned to place the salmon in the oven along with the vegetables, tapping my fingers on the counter. “Cook faster, cook faster…” I continued muttering under my breath. I heard him laugh, but paid him no mind. I need this bond to be accepted pronto because the confessions from this male are doing things to me, and I don’t think I can wait if he keeps it up.
Opening the oven door, I found the potatoes and asparagus were ready, but that the salmon needed a couple of more minutes. Taking the two dishes out, I took the time to plate them while waiting for the salmon to finish. Once everything was ready, I took a deep breath and turned to Azriel. He was back to watching me like a hawk as I approached him, setting the plate down in front of him. “I hope you enjoy.”
He continued watching, waiting as I took the first bite of a potato before diving straight into the salmon. Neither of us broke eye contact as we continued eating in silence. I wasn’t sure if what I was feeling was anticipation for what follows the meal, or if this was the bond settling in place. Either way, it was an almost pleasant pressure in my chest, nearly making me lightheaded. He was eating much quicker than me, and I felt myself become a little bit more breathless the closer he got to clearing his plate.
The moment he swallowed his last bite, I dropped my fork and moved around the counter. He remained seated, but pushed his stool back. I think he anticipated that I would step between his legs, but not wanting any more distance between us, I straddled him, weaving my fingers through the ends of his hair behind his neck. He shuddered at the sensation, eyes closing slightly before shooting back open when I tugged the hair gently.
“I’ve cooked you a meal, I served it to you, and you ate every crumb. What’s next in accepting this bond of ours?” His hands gripped my waist, tugging me against a hardness growing in his pants. I bit back a groan at the thought and he grinned.
“Now? I take you on every surface of this house.” I gasped before his lips crashed against my own. Feeling a frenzy take over, I tightened my grip in his hair in order to pull myself even closer to him. He groaned as I ground against him, feeling like I already lost complete control over my actions and senses. I felt his shadows slide along my body before the weightlessness of winnowing startled me.
When I opened my eyes, we were in our new bedroom. I was still straddling him as he sat on the edge of a ginormous bed. I felt his hands tighten, and I pulled back. “Wait.” He tensed, even holding his own breath, as if I wanted to put a stop to everything. In an attempt to calm him down, I traced my hand along his cheek. “It’s my turn to offer a gift to you.” His brows furrowed in confusion.
“Y/N, you’ve already given me the greatest gift – “ I raised a hand to stop him. My other hand pulled a scrap of black lace from my pocket, and I tied it around my neck. The hazel in his eyes was completely gone as he watched me. Once it was secure, I raised both hands above my head.
“Would you like to unwrap your present?” I internally cringed, wishing I thought of something more clever, but clearly the action meant more than the words if his grin was anything go by. He quickly removed my sweater, showcasing the majority of the black and cobalt lacy teddy lingerie I wore beneath my clothes, the black lace matching that of the choker I just tied on while the cobalt matched his siphons. He growled from deep within his chest, flipping me onto the bed so he could quickly remove my pants.
Standing at the edge of the bed, he silently looked me over, noting every dip and curve of my body. Before I could begin to feel self-conscious given how long he stared at me, shadows began trailing up my body, starting at my ankles and moving upwards. I shivered at the sensation before realizing some of the shadows remained at my ankles, and the rest moved up to my wrists. Spreading my legs and pinning my hands above my head, I began panting as I watched him slowly sink to his knees. Ever so gently, his fingers traced shapes along my thighs, causing my muscles to tense at the feeling. He began kissing a trail from the inside of my knee upwards and I gasped at the feeling of him sinking his teeth into my upper thigh.
“So beautiful. So unbelievably beautiful.” He recreated the path he took on one leg on the other, ending by sinking his teeth into my other thigh and I moaned. With his mouth still attached to my leg, I felt him smirk. “Did you like that, bunny?” His teeth grazed my skin, causing a smaller moan to escape. “Do you like knowing that I’m marking you, making it clear to every other male in existence that you are mine and mine alone?” I closed my eyes at his words, my panting growing. The shadows tightened their grip on me, causing me to look down at him between my thighs. He had an eyebrow raised. “I asked you a question, bunny.” I moaned at his tone, getting the sense that I won’t survive a night with him, but finding I didn’t really care.
“I love knowing that when the world looks at me, all they’ll see is proof that I belong to you.” When did my voice get so breathy? He groaned at my response, placing gentle kisses around the marks he’s left.
“Will you be a good girl and let me finish opening the rest of my present?” His nose gently grazed where I needed him most, and I clenched around nothing.
“Please,” I gasped as his nose continuously brushed over my clit. “Please unwrap the rest of your gift. It’s just for you, only you.” His hands moved from my thighs to my waist, gently grazing over the lace. I bit my lip as his hands continued to wander.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” As I met his gaze, his hands made quick work of tearing the fabric apart. I arched my back against the sensation, and he groaned at my newly unveiled skin. He quickly put his mouth on my hips, alternating between kisses and nibbles as he removed the remaining fabric from my body. “So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he murmured between kisses. He moved from one hip bone to the other, lips gently trailing against my lower stomach at the movement, and I tensed as his chin grazed the top of my mound in the process.
I began squirming under his teasing mouth. I pushed against the restraining shadows, wanting nothing more than to guide his head where I so desperately need him. “Please, Az. I promise you can tease me another time, I swear it, but I need you – “ I was cutoff by a gasp as his tongue swiped up along my slit, circling my clit ever so gently. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I raised my hips as high as they could go out of instinct, and his hands pushed them back down and kept a hold on them to pin me further into place.
“Such good manners, bunny. And you best believe I’m going to take you up on that promise later.” Before I could respond, he pressed forward to continue licking up my folds, groaning at the taste. All teasing was gone as he licked, sucked, and flicked around my cunt like I was the offered meal and not his earlier dinner. I felt myself beginning to clench and as if he felt it as well, he pushed one finger inside me, and I let out a low string of moans at the sensation. I continued to try to buck my hips against him, wanting him to somehow be even closer to me. He added a second finger, stretching me more than my own fingers ever could and I cried out. With each pulse of his finger and each flick of his tongue, I felt myself coming closer and closer to a release, and I just knew it would be one to break me.
“Az, please, I’m so close,” I whispered. He let the shadows around my wrists go, and my hands immediately found purchase in his hair. I pulled onto his hair and his groans caused enough vibrations to finally push me over the edge. My legs tried to close around his head, and I instead used my hands to hold him against me as I screamed out his name. I felt like I could float away, but his small kitten licks to my clit jolted me back into the moment. I tried to push him away, but only managed to redirect him back to my thighs, where he continued to kiss and nibble the skin while I continued to come back down to earth.
I glanced down to see he was watching me, cheeks flushed as he spread some of my wetness across my thighs with his kisses. “You are absolutely divine, Y/N. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of? You shattered them by being infinitely better. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Remembering how he seems to like it when I pull his hair, I tugged it slightly and smirked when a groan escaped his lips.
“Good thing I’m here for the taking, Shadowsinger.” I watched his eyes flare, and the shadows quickly came back to pin my arms back to where they were before. He stood and stepped back, looking over me with a glint in his eye. With a nod of his head, a small shadow broke away from the large one holding an arm in place, and moved to rubbing ghostly circles over my clit. I gasped, arching my back in surprise, and trying to keep my eyes open on my devilish mate.
“Cauldron, you’re so perfect. Knowing to keep your eyes open without me needing to ask again. Such a good bunny.” I moaned at his words paired with the shadow toying with me. Almost as if in reward, he began stripping himself of his own clothes, quickly removing his shirt and undoing the laces on his trousers. He had been in casual clothes today, no need for Illyrian leathers, so the removal of his clothes was swift.
My gaze darkened as I looked over his strong frame, feeling an intense urge to kiss every scar that littered his body, but feeling an ever stronger urge to wrap my lips around his lengthy cock. As if reading my thoughts, I watched him twitch and I groaned at the thought of it laying heavy on my tongue. I licked my lips, bringing my gaze back to his face. He walked towards me slowly, almost as if a predator. “Never stop looking at me like that, bunny.”
“Like what?” He pressed a knee on the bed beside me.
“Like you want to completely devour me.” He moved me higher up on the bed so that my legs weren’t dangling over the side of it, and the shadows locked my limbs back in place. I whimpered as his fingers traced the upper part of my body, every part of me he has yet to explore. While he briefly teased the sides of my torso, his hands quickly moved to my breasts, where he flicked, pinched and soothed my nipples. I cried out in pleasure, only being quieted when his own mouth slotted over mine. I tasted myself on his lips, and my hips jerked in response.
As his tongue explored my mouth, he placed a knee between my legs, and I immediately began rutting against him. He chuckled, though that turned into a groan when I bit his lower lip. He moved his lips along my jaw and neck, biting and marking every bit of available skin as if he were trying to brand me with his own version of a choker necklace. He flexed his thigh against my rutting and I cried out his name.
“Please, Az. I need you.” He looked into my eyes before releasing all of the shadows holding me down. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to bring him closer to me while I let my fingers trace the muscles of his arms that were holding him above me. “I need my mate inside of me.” He kissed me again, almost frenzied, as he moved my legs up to push them between our chests. I shivered as I felt him line himself up with my entrance, and we both groaned at the feeling of him slowly sinking into me.
Each time I tightened around him, he groaned into my neck, tightening his hold along my thighs. I was certain I’d have Azriel-shaped handprints there in the morning, and I clenched at the thought. “Y/N, you’re killing me here. Cauldron, you’re so tight, you’re so perfect. Let me fill you up, yeah? Please?” I moved my hands to his hips and pulled him the rest of the way in. He bit into the junction of my neck and shoulder as he adjusted and I continued clenching around him at the sensation of him finally being inside me.
“So full. Gods, you make me so full Az.” He pulled back from my neck to look at me. He kept one hand braced by my head, but his other pulled back to trace the patterns of the lace of the necklace.
“You’ll let me know if anything is too much, right?” I nodded, not fully processing what he was saying as his hips began making small circular movements while he was still fully seated inside me. “That’s my good girl.” Next thing I know, his hand circles around my throat, gently tightening around it. He didn’t completely cutoff my airway, but it was just tight enough to prove he’s in control of how much air I get and when. He began thrusting his hips in time with tightening his hand, and almost immediately, my eyes rolled to the back of my head at the sensation.
I moved my hands to his back, nails scratching at the skin just beneath his wings while he rocked into me. His grip at my neck tightened slightly when I brushed the base of his wings, but loosened his grip completely as I continued to stroke the sensitive joint. He groaned as he dropped his head into the crook of my neck, slamming harder into me with each pass of my finger along his wings. “Fuck, don’t stop doing that.” Almost as if he wants me to understand what he’s feeling, he moved the hand that was around my neck to my clit, mimicking my same movements along his wings. I cried out and arched my back, tightening around him as his actions immediately brought on another climax. “Yes, Y/N, fuck you’re taking me so well, such a good girl,” he continued to mutter into my ear, and his words only encouraged my orgasm to either extend into one long one, or caused me to dive straight into another.
Tears started to form at the intensity of everything I was feeling, and as he reached his own climax, I truly felt the bond in my chest. Open to everything we were feeling, I felt his pleasure, gratitude, love, and so much more for me as he groaned, indicating he was feeling what I was in the moment.
Not wanting to collapse on top of me, I felt him bring his wings in before rolling us so that I laid on top of him. I rested my head on his chest, hearing and feeling his beating heart, as we each took a moment to catch our breath. He was still inside me, and the feeling made me twitch a little, causing him to groan and tighten his grip on my hips, almost as if in warning. I giggled at his reaction, choosing to gently kiss every bit of his chest I could reach while lying here. His arms wrapped around my waist completely like a hug, and I lifted my head so I could look at him. Resting my chin on my stacked hands, I smiled at him.
“Hi.” He smiled back, his skin still flushed and eyes half-lidded. If I had Feyre’s ability to paint, I would paint this moment in a heartbeat, never wanting to forget the look of utter happiness and calm on his features.
“Hello there.” I moved one of my hands to trace his face, and he turned his head slightly to kiss my palm. That small little action had my heart beating all over again, and if sensing it, he sent me a wolfish grin. I laughed fully at him, and he joined in with a chuckle. I leaned forward to softly claim his lips with my own, smiles still in place for both of us.
“You’re incredible.”
“I love you.”
We spoke at the same time, but he pulled back, eyes wide as he looked over me. I kept my small smile in place, knowing he’s trying to look for any semblance of doubt or uncertainty. I felt an odd tugging sensation in my chest, and realized it was coming from him, as if he were sorting through what I was feeling, so I pushed every bit of love and adoration I felt for him down the bond and I swear the male stopped breathing.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Again.” My smile brightened, matching his own.
“I love you, Azriel.” His hands grabbed my face in order to pull me into a breathtaking kiss, where we continued to smile brightly, essentially making the kiss incredibly messy and almost certainly incredibly difficult.
“I love you. So much, Y/N. You’re my everything, my equal, my mate. My beautiful, wonderful mate who I will love and devote my entire being to for all of eternity.” To hide the fact that the bastard started to make me cry, I leaned forward to capture his lips in another kiss. Feeling his love paired with my own through the bond was almost overwhelming, until I began to feel a trickle of his lust feed down the bond. In response, I squeezed his still-hard cock that was still inside me, and he groaned. He planted his feet into the mattress, and I sat up to look over the most gorgeous male that I still cannot believe is mine for all time.
Once I was seated, he gave a quick thrust up into me. I placed my hands onto his shoulders for balance as he looked up to me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Oh, bunny. I hope you’re ready for a long night.”
I began to move hips over him in small figure eight motions and he jerked up. “I believe I was promised to be fucked on every surface of this house, no?” He sat up as well, wings flaring out and I grinned at the sight.
“What my mate wants…” he trailed off so that he could continue nibbling along the marks he’s already made on my neck.
“My mate gets,” I finished for him. I laughed as I felt him winnow us somewhere else in the house, not even knowing where we’d end up, but finding that so long as I had him, I didn’t care.
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You have an au for Miraculous and TOA. (would be a question, but I can't type question marks in asks for some reason) Please tell me more
Haha, which one dude? Between @thosetrollkids and I there are 4 TOAxMLB Aus we've been playing with :3
Miraculous Trollhunting: My au, pretty much Trollhunter characters but with the Miraculous Magic System, I've drawn a bunch of art for this Au Here
Jim has the ladybug Miraculous, Toby has the cat Miraculous, they're initially working together to fight the akuma Strickler makes until Enrique disappears and Claire is dragged into the mix and given the Fox miraculous.
2. TOA Miraculous Mentor Au (probably needs a better name but): My first go at a miraculous au that I initially sidelined until @thosetrollkids got be obsessed with it and got me world building. I have one reference drawing done for this Au but I'm still working on the others. I've yet to post any of them, but Zach drew one piece for it here
All the trolls and changelings are humans, Strickler is from a made up country ruled by Gunmar. He finds the Chat miraculous and starts wreaking havoc until Strickler steals the miraculous and flees the country, winding up in Arcadia Oaks. Strickler starts using the chat miraculous himself for handling petty crime until Gunmar finds him (Now with the Butterfly miraculous) and starts making akuma to try and kill him. Blinky and AAARRRGGHH!!! are the guardians of the miraculous box, upon seeing the Akuma, they choose Jim to wield the Ladybug Miraculous and help Strickler with the Akuma. Jim and Strickler initially HATE each other as their alter egos. Jim lets loose more as Lucky Spot, and so Strickler just sees him as some plucky teenager while Jim sees him as some stuck up old man.
3. French Abroad AU: This one is an actual proper crossover, with all the characters interacting instead of just an Au. Jim is part of a foreign exchange program, the Dupain-Chengs are his host family, he's going to school with Marinette and the other MLB characters, makin' friends. I've drawn a couple of comics for this Au (and plan many more) and Zach and I have answered a couple questions about it here
When Jim experiences his first akuma attack, he instinctively goes up and fights the Akuma, much to everyone's confusion, and end up kinda just joining Ladybug and Chat Noir. His helmet stays on to protect his identity.
4. Miraculous Ladybug Au: This is @thosetrollkids' au. Similar to my miraculous trollhunting au where Jim has the ladybug miraculous and Toby has the cat miraculous, but our plots and details of the aus definitely diverge. They've drawn a bunch of stuff and written some things about their Au here!
If you have other questions about any of the Aus you're welcome to send them to either of us!
#asks#mlb x toa#miraculous trollhunting#toa miraculous mentor au#french abroad student au#zach's mlb au#trollhunters#mlb#miraculous ladybug
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i resent very much that i am writing twd meta this late in the year of our lord two-thousand-twenty-two after my long journey to distance myself from it, but the words are rattling around in my mind grapes, and because i am incapable of keeping things to myself, how about one more go for old time’s sake?
i think the main thing that i want to say to y’all is that we didn’t imagine it
obviously caryl has had chemistry from the very first scene they had together, but even these past few years, where we’ve dissected and meta’d every second of their screentime together under kang’s watch to death, and been like “here’s how bernie can still win!” we weren’t being delusional. the romantic beats were all there. the narrative was set up that way. she was wearing a ring in that dream sequence. he brought her a cherokee rose on a tray. they longed for each other, and planned to run away together, and it was never once foolish of us to believe otherwise, bc the only reason it didn’t happen is bc the narrative got eaten by amc’s desire to beat the shit out of twd for every drop of money it could possibly give them, and in the process they contracted Chris Charter Syndrome, which is unfortunately fatal
for those unfamiliar (tho with this group there’s probably enough crossover that i don’t rly need to explain), chris carter, the creator of the x-files, is notoriously dense af about how much of his show’s popularity is driven by his ~amazing lore~ vs the audience’s desire to have mulder and scully fuck
every conversation with him, to this day, goes p much like this:
[chris carter: people love the x-files for the mystery and intrigue and they don’t want resolved sexual tension, they want to watch our mains constantly will-they/won’t-they while battling government conspiracies until the end of time
the audience: we would watch one hundred billion hours of mulder and scully searching for bigfoot but comically missing him every time bc they get distracted by fucking each other, we could not care less about your plot. your plot doesn’t even make sense
chris carter: they just can’t wait to see what twists happen next
the audience: we are tired of the twists, and we want them to bone. in fact, here are graphs and studies and stats that all say that we would be much happier if you would just give us mulder and scully fighting silly monsters and stop trying to be gritty and dark with your plots that even you admit you don’t understand
chris carter: i am very good at my job
the audience: you are not good at your job]
rinse and repeat
if this sounds like gimple, that’s bc he has the worst case of CCS i’ve seen in a long time, and it’s unfortunate bc it’s contagious, and those who are especially susceptible are misogynistic money-hungry dudebro companies who think that what people want are GRIT and BLOOD and MAN PAIN, even when their statistics consistently tell them that they are wrong. a key component of CCS is an undeserved inflation of one’s ego and the inability to recognize the fact that one is making an ass out of oneself, which is why the past 84 years have looked like this:
[gimple: man, people love my negan and rick man-pain arc
the audience: no we don’t
gimple: i know what the ladies want, they want jerk-off contests between mediocre men while i kill off all their faves
the audience: no we don’t
amc: hmmm, while i’m picking up what you’re laying down, gimple, let’s see what this other showrunner can do for a minute
kang: people want stories about people. they want to see the seeds of character development that were planted at the very beginning bloom. they want to see the characters with chemistry go down on one another
the audience: yes, this, this is what we want
amc: interesting concept
amc: however
amc: that sounds suspiciously like conflict/resolution, and if things are neatly resolved then we can’t make money out of it anymore. i know that all the statistics say that caryl is our top ship, and that we should get them together, and let them have a concluded, peaceful ending
amc: BUT
amc: let’s instead launch a spin-off with one (1) of the duo (the male, obviously), and then let’s leave their storyline ambiguous bc that way they’ll follow us to the shitty spin-off, but also anyone who just has the hots for daryl/norman reedus will also watch bc he’s still an Eligible Bachelor ;)
amc: this is a good idea that will make us lots of money
the audience: no it will not
amc: gimple, we need your wisdom again, btw, the people miss you
the audience: no we do not
gimple: who’s ready for some GRIT AND BLOOD AND MORE MAN PAIN?!?!?!
the audience: for the love of god]
it’s stupid and exhausting, and i have Mad Respect for those of you who have been putting so much effort into making sure our voices have been heard. ( @my-mt-heart , @gunmetal-ring , @lighteneverything to name just a few) plz know that your voice WAS heard, and i fully believe that you DID make an impact. it’s just that, when push comes to shove (i.e. when you’re dealing with misogynistic rich white men), CCS is one helluva disease
and it’s sad! it’s very very sad! i’ve been spending my time away over in the “our flag means death” universe, and y’all, it has been WILD. all of the interactions with the show’s creator and the cast have been “oh you enjoyed that? we’ll be sure to keep that in mind so that we can cultivate a show that you will love, bc it makes more sense to listen to our viewers than to ourselves sometimes, bc they’re the ones who keep us from driving ourselves directly into a ditch! thank you for your feedback, we appreciate and love you!”
like??????
but see, that’s the difference between creators who are in it for the story vs. creators who are in it for the money. if you are solely money-driven you’re never going to be able to dedicate yourself to the narrative, bc narratives have concrete endings. they require you to not always be looking for that next spin-off, or to not sacrifice a character’s integrity to fit it inside of a bad plotline. they are shows like the good place, that had an ending in mind from the start. they are shows like ofmd or what we do in the shadows, where the audience’s opinion gets listened to. even supernatural (mother fucking supernatural, you guys!!!) catered to its biggest fanbase better than twd did. it might have been clown shoes, but destiel’s last-minute confession was at least explicitly romantic. amc was too cowardly to give us even that, bc it might “jeopardize” their spin-off
what we can take solace in, tho, is the fact that they are in the end stages of CCS. they think they’ve given enough to string caryl fans along over to the spin-off era of twd, but they haven’t. they’re going to crash and burn, and go out the way of GoT, in that everyone is going to be like “wow that was... let’s just not talk about that one, huh?” and it will be satisfying to watch them fizzle out into nothing when they get hit with the grim reality that they should have gotten their heads out of their asses and listened to their fans who told them that, yes, your “hot male lead” needs that middle-age grey-haired woman you cast to the side so carelessly, and that fact doesn’t change just bc you can’t fathom people caring about a woman over the age of 25
whatever. it is what it is. what matters most here is what i said up top, which is that we didn’t imagine it. we did not waste our time. we were not stupid. we had these beautiful characters laid out before us, and a storyline that supported them, and we took it and ran with it in the right direction. it’s not our fault that the narrative didn’t follow
our retribution will be the fact that now it’s our turn not to follow. instead, we can finally rest, not having to worry about the future, bc who fucking gives a shit about their dumb taunts, trying to get us to watch the spin-off for the “possibility” of caryl way down the line? we’re over it. we’re not chasing anymore carrots. we’re happy here in our caryl sandbox, with our li’l aus and headcanons and fix-its, and we don’t have to fucking discourse at each other every week anymore. we can come and go with a lightness we haven’t felt maybe fucking ever, bc it’s over now. it’s not in their hands anymore, it’s in ours
it was real. the feelings we felt, the relationships that were made between us, they were real. and it will all continue to be real in whatever way we decide to keep it. we can and should grieve what could have/should have been, and we can and should be mad, because there’s no question, we were wronged, but let’s not stay in that negativity place forever. let’s not forget why we all were drawn here to begin with, and let’s not forget what we’ve gained from each other
it wasn’t “just a tv show.” it was, and is, a community that has influenced lives to the point of changing their entire trajectory. i have written over one million (1,000,000+) words of caryl fic, and bc of that i have been able to self-publish my own book, and get into freelance writing. bc of caryl, i have been able to ghostwrite and collaborate with published authors, and am on my way to making my actual day job being writing, which is something i’ve wanted since i was itty bitty. bc of caryl, i have traveled the world. bc of caryl, i have made relationships and connections that have, quite literally, changed my entire life. amc can’t take any of that away from me. it can’t take any of that away from YOU
so yeah, shit sucks, but hey, i got something for you:
we are fine, fam, or we will be, once we’ve had a chance to lick our wounds, because we are the holders of the narrative now. caryl is OURS, finally
so, when you’re feeling up to it, come join me in the sandbox, and let’s have some fun
stay hype, stan each other, bc twd is in its grave, but caryl is forever,
-diz
p.s. felt weird not having a 30 rock reference in here anywhere so:
k bye 4 real
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They would be therapy dogs for each other
@jackpot-library pst pst pst! More of my demon lore with Diablo crossovers!
Reference:
I unironically think Satan and Diablo would get along. Satan is extremely overprotective and a little childish, but has extremely severe anxiety, as I've already stated. On top of that, he's partially blind.
Our vision:
Satan vision:
This is due to him lacking many of his eyes, it's a mix of blurry vision, patches of complete blindness, and a severe lack of depth perception.
He's still able to fight, having grown used to the lack of vision (his style of fighting is a mix of toph from atlab and Tengen from demon slayer. Using the vibrations in the earth to figure out the layout of a land. Whenever I write him smacking his tail on the ground, that's him looking around!)
He could probably teach Diablo new forms of fighting, based on his blinded style, so even seconds into defeat, Diablo would still have a fighting chance.
Diablo in turn, would give Satan a more even leveled opponent, so he could actually fight what he's scared of, instead of being helpless. Diablo is a fellow demon, one, that even with his disability, he'd be able to take on. Which would make Diablo less terrifying in a way, in comparison to Satan's father.
Satan would live for the fight, and would grow proud of himself for being brave in the face of danger. Diablo might even gain a new respect and fondness for true courage: fighting well even though you're terrified.
They'd also both talk shit about Imperius together. Since Satan used to be an angel, he would have some EXTREMELY personal things to say about Imperius's valor-
"HE DOES NOT USE WRATH WISELY, NOR HIS HEAD- HE IS BLINDED BY HIS OWN PRIDE AND GLORY, TO THE POINT WHERE HE MAKES ME FEEL REALLY GOOD ABOUT MY VISION- I SEE MORE SHIT THAN HE DOES!! HE'S NOT BRAVE, HE'S OBLIVIOUS- GODS!"
Que the lord of wrath banging his head on a table, while Diablo wheezes.
Satan is more emotional once you get to know him, and often acts like a small overprotective child. He'd stroke Diablo's ego, by calling him cool and whatnot, and he'd even start protecting him like he does his brothers.
If there was a crossover between the hells, Diablo might be the first one adopted by the devils of gehenna. There would be plenty of terror for him to feed on from one demon alone. These demons are suffering from the threat of cleansing, which means there's even more terror to go around. The good nature of these demons would definitely confuse him, but they fight for balance, as it cannot exist without chaos and order.
The certainty of uncertainty is the basis of life. While different from the morals and teachings of his own hells, he might respect it, as his own terror would not just be respected for the fear it brings. But the challenge, that strengths courge. No one can be brave, with nothing to fear.
I also unironically think that Satan is more valorous than Imperius >:( They're both hot heads, but at least Satan has regrets and admits mistakes. Swallowing his pride to hold steadfast to ACTUAL honor.
TL:DR
Diablo and Satan would be besties. They would help each other willingly, if they got past their differences in morals, and they would both hate Imperius and talk shit about him while sparing.
#fnaftale#underverse#fnaf au#undertale au#underfazverse#diablo#diablo fanart#headcanon#fnaftale headcanons#Diablo headcanons#crossover art
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13 Ghosts blurb/prologue
So, on the occasion of Stan Laurel‘s birthday today, I was very much encouraged on Discord by someone who liked my Scooby-Doo/Monkees crossover that I wrote as a sequel to Davy Jones’s Scooby ep to consider doing a similar sequel to the Laurel & Hardy Scooby ep, and while I have that plotbunny for further in the queue (the Hogan’s/BTTF crossover takes priority since McFly July is coming), in the meantime, I have a prequel/prologue on the occasion of Stan’s birthday. I’m not crossposting this for now, but I will when I write the fic in full, hopefully around August.
This prologue takes place in the distant past and features Stan’s jerkish alter-ego, Lord Paddington from A Chump at Oxford, who, for the purposes of my timeline, is a warlock like Vincent Van Ghoul. And this prologue features Vincent and Paddington having an unavoidable clash of personalities. Also, since Paddington famously yeets Peter Cushing’s character out the window in the movie, I have him do the same to 13 Ghosts character Byron Befuddle, who was clearly based off of Peter.
This prologue, being a flashback, also marks the first proper appearance of Vincent’s past companion, Mortifer Quinch, in my fic timeline.
Many, many years ago—
As they headed through the old hallways of Oxford, Mortifer had to reflect on how he had never seen Vincent this upset before, save for one occasion—when Nekara, mistaking Mortifer for a warlock, had tried to drain him of his nonexistent mana.
…In hindsight, Mortifer realized, Vincent’s current anger did make sense, for the entire reason they were here had been on the account of negotiations between one of Vincent’s warlock friends, Byron Befuddle, and Oxford’s resident warlock, Lord Paddington, breaking down so badly that Paddington had sent poor Byron flying out of the window and into the pond below.
Vincent didn’t take kindly to mistreatment of his friends, Mortifer reminded himself. And Lord Paddington was about to find that out firsthand.
Mortifer was shaken out of his thoughts by Vincent hammering his fist on a door they had arrived at; a plaque reading Lord Paddington shook with each strike of Vincent’s fist.
“Oh, really!” an annoyed voice huffed from the other side of the door. “Do go away—I’m much too preoccupied for any sort of nonsense!”
“I can promise you, this isn’t nonsense!” Vincent shot back. “I come from Athens, in regards to your treatment of our emissary!”
“It’s his own fault, you know,” Paddington returned, his voice infuriatingly calm. “I operate on a most precise schedule—I don’t suffer those who interrupt my work!”
Vincent scowled, and then teleported himself and Mortifer to the inside of the room; a redheaded warlock sitting at a desk glanced at Vincent in annoyance as the taller warlock strode to the other side of the desk.
“Just what is the meaning of—?”
“You’re going to suffer me,” Vincent interrupted.
“Is that so?” Paddington scoffed. “You have intruded upon my chambers, just as your emissary did; I have no choice but to force you to leave the same way I forced him to—”
Paddington had grabbed Vincent’s right wrist, aiming to gain some leverage to throw him off-balance so that he could send him through the window as he had Byron, but Vincent had been prepared for it, raising his left hand—
“Temporal Chains!”
The chains bound Paddington’s arm in place, but if the older warlock had been surprised, he refused to show it; he continued to remain calm as Vincent pulled his right hand free from Paddington’s grasp.
Vincent then snapped his fingers, releasing Paddington’s arm from the chains. Paddington briefly rubbed his wrist before flicking his thumb and summoning a small flame, which he cast into the fireplace. He then levitated two chairs over to the desk, and then indicated for Vincent and Mortifer to sit.
“Your prowess does eclipse that of your colleague who was here before you,” Paddington admitted. “As a matter of fact, you’re the first who has ever stopped me from doing that—mortal or mage…” Paddington trailed off as a realization hit him. “…You said you were from Athens? …What is your name?”
“Vincent Van Ghoul,” he replied, pleased that his reputation preceded him this time. He glanced at Mortifer. “This is my companion…”
“…Mortifer Laszlo Quinch,” he introduced himself.
“The mortal is irrelevant to this conversation,” Paddington said, ignoring Mortifer completely. “But it intrigues me that this is the Van Ghoul heir. You come here insulted by my treatment of—and let’s be honest about this, Old Boy—a weakling colleague—”
“Byron Befuddle is an alumnus of Saronic Academy’s Advanced Class 36, as am I,” Vincent snapped. “Furthermore, he is my friend!”
“That doesn’t change the fact that your friend is woefully inept at a simple teleportation spell that could have spared him much embarrassment,” Paddington returned. He finally glanced at Mortifer, who looked uncomfortable now. “And you claim that this mortal is your companion? I must say, I have rather a low opinion of the company you keep—if I had a mortal following me around like that, I’d keep him as a personal valet! To put it plainly, you are not at all what I expected from a warlock of your caliber.”
“Well, you’re everything I expected,” Vincent sneered.
“And now that we’ve settled that matter, you may leave,” Paddington said. “Or are you about to attempt to raise the point your colleague did about Morgana Le Fay?”
“Yes, I am,” Vincent frowned. “Morgana Le Fay has returned; there is proof—”
“Oh, I never doubted her return, Old Boy,” Paddington interrupted. “I just fail to see how on Earth this is supposed to be relevant to me!”
Vincent stared in disbelief.
“Because she’s here, in England!”
“That may be, but she isn’t here, interrupting me in my chambers like you are!” Paddington pointed out.
“You’re one of this country’s most powerful warlocks now that Merlin is dead,” Vincent pointed out. “And with Arthur in stasis until his foretold return, there is no one else who can oppose Morgana!”
“Morgana is no concern of mine,” Paddington insisted. “Not until she barges into my chambers—then, and only then, shall I deal with her.”
“She could cause untold destruction and damage before that!” Mortifer exclaimed. “Including here on this campus!”
“And that is no concern of mine, either—why should I risk injury—or worse—for those I don’t even know?”
Vincent slammed his hands on Paddington’s desk as he suddenly stood up.
“For the love of the Goddess—isn’t there anyone you care about other than yourself!?” he demanded.
Paddington stared up at Vincent in silence, his expression unreadable.
“…I don’t think there is!” Mortifer realized.
Vincent exhaled in disgust.
“What a horrible existence,” he muttered.
“Don’t pity me; I’ve made peace with my decision,” Paddington replied. “If you’re so concerned, why not face Morgana yourself?” He paused, noticing the look of discomfort on Vincent’s face. “Ah, I see; you fear losing control of your powers in a duel with Morgana, given your lineage to the Demon King Asmodeus, whom you let loose from the prison Solomon kept him in, and are trying to recapture him—and so you wish for my aid to stop Morgana so that you can hold back. Once again, this is no concern of mine that you can’t control your own powers—that’s your affair to resolve, is it not? I shouldn’t be held accountable for your incompetence.”
An emerald-green aura blazed around Vincent as his anger grew.
“Have a care—you’re only proving my point!” Paddington noted.
“Vincent!” Mortifer pleaded, grabbing his arm. “Vincent, calm down—please! He isn’t worth it! I’ll help you against Morgana, just like I helped with those first 12 ghosts—and how I will help with Asmodeus! We can even ask Boris or Voudini for help, can’t we!?”
Vincent exhaled, his aura of anger fading.
“Yes, I suppose we can—perhaps even Miranda and Alisa can help, as well,” he sighed.
He cast one more contemptuous look at Lord Paddington.
“I won’t forget this,” Vincent warned.
And with that, he and Mortifer teleported out, and, still unconcerned, Paddington returned to his work—and to his lonely existence.
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Loki/Avengers Endgame have a crossover with The Ghost and Molly McGee in...
The Ghost, the Trickster, and Molly McGee from The Marvel/Disney Crossover Mashup Volume 1: The Young Avengers Series
SYNOPSIS:
Look out, Brighton! Here comes Loki!
Everyone's favorite Asgardian God of Mischief is back! This time, this alternate version of Loki is stuck in the company of The Ghost and Molly McGee...and he's transformed into a kid!
When Loki's latest plan to rule Asgard involves the astronomical event called the Convergence and his brother Thor have caught wind of things, it all backfires and Loki lost his corporeal body. Just then, as a spirit, he was being summoned by the Ghost Council and Lady Death. To get his body and life back, a confined Loki will have to do some community service work - by playing Boogeyman with the cantankerous, grumpy ghost Scratch, who sees Loki as his idol and inspiration, in the mortal town of Brighton. Then, he's been shrunk and trapped into the body of a juvenile kid by Lady Death herself!
Loki and Scratch's parody song of "Gaston" from Beauty and the Beast (2017) gets interrupted when our ghost-and-god duo meets exuberant tween Molly McGee as her family moved into their decrepit, inhabited house. To make matters utterly ridiculous and worse, one of Scratch's spells backfired, leaving him and Loki to be mystically bound and cursed to hang out with Molly!
Now bound to work together and tied their fates together, our mischievous Asgardian and his ghostly partner are forced to go wherever Molly goes and do whatever she does, making them Molly's two best friends. And who knows? Maybe Loki's time in Brighton might be an absolute delight when he and Scratch keep getting dragged along on all of Molly's adventures and her enhappifying schemes. (After all, he's trying to stay out of Asgard's line of sight.)
The problem? Well, just as Loki was starting to get used to his unlikely friendship with Molly and Scratch, his bonds with Libby and the McGee family, his new environment in Brighton, and even close to Andrea Davenport (Because they're both prima donnas with big egos and family issues), some folks from Asgard and beyond have a score to settle with him for his past misdeeds or something much worse than just Asgardian justice. That means the likes of Prince Thor, Lady Sif, Odin, Heimdall, Amora the Enchantress, Skurge the Executioner, some Loki time variants, Cul Borson, the Asgardian God of Fear and Odin's brother/Thor's uncle; and many more are all on Loki's (and of course Molly's and Scratch's) tail.
Will this unlikely friendship between a ghost, a god, and a tween help face witches, storms, frost giants, realtors, and other crazy predicaments?
Will romance bloom between Loki and Andrea since her real name may be the name of Loki's lover from the Norse myths?
How will Thor, Lady Sif, and Odin react to Loki's new life?
Will Loki ever get his old life and body back...or maybe what if he didn't want his old life back?
The Ghost, the Trickster, and Molly McGee explores and follows the narrative of what would happen if the events of The Ghost and Molly McGee (2021-present) occurred differently with the inclusion of Loki Laufeyson, Thor, several parody songs that are covers to existing ones, familiar references, some Asgardian folks and gods, and much more.
(Link for more details)
#loki marvel#marvel loki#loki laufeyson#the ghost and molly mcgee#ghost and molly mcgee#disney the ghost and molly mcgee#molly and scratch#scratch and molly mcgee#molly mcgee#crossover#crossovers
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23. What’s your take on AUs?
Mun-Directed Questions About Roleplaying
//Basically: Is the AU building on creative liberty, forcing me to bend over backwards to make it work, or outright limiting it? If the first, I love it. If the last two, I will LOATHE it to hell and back.
With the first, well, I love thought experiments! I love exploring different directions of the story! I love seeing how big one change can really affect the narrative. I love swapping settings between character casts of the same creator. I love silly crossovers. I love just every which way creators can play with their creations and see what they can do with it. In that alone, AUs are fine by me.
I would put people who write/draw/create canons to be canon-divergent from the beginning to the above situation, and not below.
What I can't stand about AUs, however, is when it's presented and done pointlessly, often either out of some ego stroking/entitlement/blatant self-indulgence, or "content farming" for money. Usually in these cases, the creator tends to be "fixing" the work they don't like, and declare the AU they are making as the definitive work to follow instead of the actual published media.
Or in... let's say a certain few corporations... the AUs distract from the core body of work for anyone to really focus on as the prominent storyline. There is content for the sake of content, and the AUs just fill in the numbers. This is where I consider the AUs limiting in creativity instead of expanding on it, because there is no direction. No love. Just hours to take your time and money to spend. In those cases, these AUs get my love the least.
I won't dunk on people who love creating AUs, mind. Especially on canons. I'm likely just burnt out from having to rely on AUs in order to RP my canons when I'm otherwise the only character present in that media. By that point, I just gave up and stuck to OCs because at LEAST the AUs' creations can be freely explored. But even then, AUs may be exhausting.
Although then again, 99.9% of all RP is an AU, no? Nothing I do here is canon to the main Devil's Eye story, lmao. I can't think of the last time I ever RPed in 1721 with anyone who isn't CappnRob or a very few little friends. But I don't want to force anyone to make a 1721 AU themselves. If you are putting more work into a continuity than you are having fun and creative enjoyment out of, stop. I don't mind sticking to the Modern AU with the Seven. We can make our own canon. It's totally fine.
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Psychotic episodes often have yourself as the pivotal piece and are decidedly egocentric.
le a messiah complex where you believe you have privileged access to the Creator and can speak to others on their behalf. Or believing there is some sort of conspiracy (aliens, cia, angels, etc) specifically targeting you in either a positive or negative way. Either way the fantasy puts you in a position of power and control (because it's trying to fix the panic/fear of loss of control from whatever precipitated the episode).
Spiritual experiences are generally more opening and ego dissolving. More of a blending between self and other (ego death) rather than rigidly defining the relationship between the two (ego).
That's not to say there can't be a pushback from the ego as the experience fades though (which is why psychoactive drugs like psychedelics can trigger these episodes in certain people predisposed to them).
There can also be crossover between the two for that above reason. A mystical/spiritual experience can be a trigger for a psychotic episode in certain people.
Under the right circumstances we are all susceptible to psychosis.
It's in all our heads, baby, it just hasn't had an outlet in most people.
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Oh wow - I just realized I should be advertising these here.
So, a friend Venus (aka V aka @nyx-bait) and I have been roleplaying for several years now. I got permission to post our RP logs on ao3 for archival purposes. But if anyone else is interested, it is Good Readin'.
The plot is a crossover between Be More Chill and a mobile game called Uta no Prince-sama - a rhythm game about Japanese pop idols. We wrote a scene of Jeremy meeting Ai, an android created to be an idol, at one of Ai's group's internationally-touring concerts. We weren't sure if they would get along or not.
But... they turned out to have the best chemistry of any couple I've ever written. So we kept writing. And writing. And writing some more.
The first chapter of the first fic about these two has an explanation on how to read roleplay logs if you're unfamiliar, as well as clarifying expectations.
For the most part, we've written Jeremy/Ai in that original universe discussed above. But we've also messed around with some AUs, including "Jeremy, an undergrad exchange student working as an intern, comes across Ai in his early-development stage as an AI" (coming soon) and "Ai's creators want to investigate this illicit tech on the market, sending Ai undercover as a high schooler in New Jersey to catch Jeremy, fully SQUIPped and spreading the pills as quickly as he can."
For those of you who enjoy my writing of Jeremy, Michael, and the SQUIP, I encourage you to check out "Is It Weird to Date the Evil Robotyrant in a Nerd's Body." (Venus is solely responsible for these great titles.) Like most RP logs, it's an unfinished story. But like I wrote in the intro notes, I really think it's worth reading for some fun asshole brainwashed Jeremy, undercover detective Ai, and SQUIP-truther Michael. Here's a taste:
Pay attention, the SQUIP snaps.
Jeremy takes a shaky breath and tears his gaze away from the guy he's been staring at intermittently for the last ten minutes of homeroom. It's not his fault, he thinks. That bright blue hair would capture anyone's attention. It's a good thing, too. Jeremy is relieved at anything that gets the school's focus off of him. What are the odds that this random high school in Newark would get two brand-new transfer students on the same day? Pretty low, Jeremy figures. It's even weirder that they'd both be drop-dead hot.
Jeremy can think that about himself now. It's not even an ego thing. It's an objective fact. The SQUIP has gone through every square inch of Jeremy's physical appearance, restructuring it from the bottom up and eliminating as many imperfections as is physically possible. Jeremy's hair is conditioned and gelled, his skin blemish-free, and the SQUIP gives him a little shock whenever he smiles crookedly. He's been trained to give a movie-star smile instead, one that shows off his bright white teeth.
This other student, though? He definitely doesn't have a SQUIP or they would have synced up the moment the guy stepped into the classroom. Either he was born with those good looks or he's got some amazing beauty-routine tricks up his sleeve. He's not even basking in the attention that he's earned, either. His thick lashes are brushing heavily against his cheek with every blink, his chin resting on a hand as he watches the teacher at the front of the classroom. He scans the room every now and again, and he's definitely locked eyes with Jeremy at least once. The SQUIP had Jeremy tilt his head with a devilish little smile instead of averting his eyes with a blush like he was inclined to do. It's a social faux pas to keep staring, but... damn.
Jeremy is sure it's the bright blue hair cascading down on one side of the guy's head with all the unchecked wild beauty of a waterfall that keeps distracting him. What else could it be?
Stand up and wave. Offer a tentative smile, but keep your back straight and your shoulders back so you look confident. The SQUIP's order seems to come out of nowhere, but Jeremy knows better than to question it. He obeys immediately, actually tuning in to the teacher as he stands.
"And our other transfer, Ai Mikaze," the teacher is saying with a gesture at the hot guy.
Sit, the SQUIP says. Like a dog hearing a command, Jeremy sits. He almost turns his head to look at Ai again, but his neck doesn't turn like he expects it to. The girl beside you is interested in you already and she's a valuable social contact here. Think of her like the Newark version of Jenna Rolan. Remember Jenna? You're going to want to sleep with her. Once upon a time, Jeremy would have gotten flustered at hearing the SQUIP say that. Now it just feels routine. Initiate meet-cute flirt protocol.
Make eye contact fleetingly, give her a cocky smile when he catches her staring, drop his pencil at the SQUIP's command, brush up against her hand when she reaches to pick it up for him. Yeah, he knows the drill. It's as easy as breathing nowadays and twice as boring.
Jeremy, the SQUIP says in irritation. He blinks at Ai dumbly before he remembers that if he's looking at Ai, he's not looking at the new girl. Ugh. He's somehow still so bad at this.
#be more chill#uta no prince sama#utapri#mikaze ai#be more chill fanfiction#squip#i'll probably wind up reblogging this for self promotion a few times. also for venus promotion lol
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Similarities between Portal and Infinity Train and I want a crossover so bad
- Media takes place in a location involving repeating trials that the protagonist must go through that were made by the robot that runs the place,
- Numbers are attached to the protagonist’s identity
- Main protagonist is a ponytailed girl who wants nothing more then to escape the place they’re held trapped in and forced to go through these lethal trials. They’re also constantly just done with the denizens that reside here. Also uses a gun, that doesn’t do normal gun things instead the gun warps reality as it’s main machenism, to defeat the antagonist.
- Main sidekick is a robot british sphere that follows the protagonist around. The sphere is very morally gray and has questionable views on humans. There is a moment in the respective stories where these spheres threaten to betray the protagonist once put in a position of power they don’t understand at the time. (I’m talking about the Turtle Car in Infinity Train’s case). The Spheres also take power of the place the protagonist wants to escape from and offers a way out (with varying results). These Spheres also constantly live in the now rather then thinking about the later consequnces.
- Main Antagonist is an old woman currently in charge of the location, threatens the protagonist’s escape and tries to kill them on numerous occasions. They can be cold, calculating and sarcastic in some cases. They also heavily dislike said Sphere for taking them out of/refusing to give them power over the location and still have a very heavy dislike for the Spheres. By the first part of the end, we learn of their tragic backstories which changes our outlook on the antagonists and why they’re doing what they’re doing. By the end, they make amends with the protagonist to let them go on bittersweet terms, They also make fun of the protagonist for having no parents (”No dog AND no parents? Who will you lose next?) They also use their masterful knowledge of science for their own selfish desires.
- But a similarity between Glados and OneOne is that they don;t necessarily hate humans but rather just see them how a computer would, as a number. But does have soft spot for the ponytailed protagonist.
- Robots are afraid of birds and get attacked by one
- Robots lethally malfunction if presented with a paradox
- In terms of season 3 of Infinity Train; A duo of morally gray best friends become friends because of need for survival. The protagonists consisting of a very athletic and adaptable woman, who hated (or in Chell’s case still hates) the denizens who reside here. They then learn the history of the place they’re trapped in by the old antagonist.
- Then a guy who at first comes off as rather awkward but well meaning only towards their best best, is revealed (or becomes in Wheatley’s case) to be a power hungry paranoid megalomaniac who tries to kill their friend on numerous occasions out of spite because they think she has been conspiring against him the whole time. Once they’re put in power of their respected organizations they’re proved to suck at it in every way possible because of their own ego and refusal to admit they might be in the wrong on this one. They also have some abandonment issues.
- Both have robots that shoot bullets at you
- both medias end with a very open “what the fuck do we do now?” ending
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saw your post on tgs tag. post your essay. i like tgs but i hate the fandom most of the time since they treat it the way christians treat the bible so
Thank you dear anon. You give me hope.
"OMG it's like J/H but finally woke", like no it's a white feminism level reading of Jekyll and Hyde and Jekyde bait. I just pray the ending is good. Literally all the characters deserve better.
Ask and you shall recieve: The essay with fanfic promo
TGS deserved better
Rachel deserves better than to serve every man she comes across (or falls for)
Virginia deserves better than to be a trans lesbian who pines for a gf and never does any alchemy besides help Jasper
Jasper deserves better than being a transmasc punching bag and deserves an anger arc and more creature scenes
Jekyll deserves a heart to heart and a man who actually loves him. Also he can't hide (hardy har har) behind internalized homophobia for all his problems
Lanyon deserves a writer than can decide to make either a villain or a love interest but not sexy bad boy who keeps breaking our MC's heart till the end. Cotungo also helped popularize the "Lanyon/Utterson is just jealous of Hyde" trope and I hate them for it.
Hyde could stand to be scarier and a whole lot smarter (you know like Stevenson intended, Hyde is smart. The simian brute is scary because he's smart and that doesn't just scare victorians, it scares us today) and also why do the fuck doesn't he share memories with Jekyll if Cotungo claims he DOESN'T have DID?*
The age lift doesn't work at all
De-aging the characters never really worked for me. Why transform from 35 to 25? Also Hyde looks way too old to pass as Jekyll's son son but everyone believes that?! Also the fears of aging and dying alone and losing childhood friends is completely erased. To me Utterson staring at the grave of one friend and the corpse and will of another reminds me of my grandfather saying "after you lose your childhood friends, it's never the same no matter what new ones you make"** Here Jekyll's friendship with Jasper and Lanyon seem almost interchangeable down the romantic subtext.
Queerer than Fiction / Utterson and Harker-verse/Lambs to the Slaughter/Zone trilogy/Jekyll Saga
Queerer than Fiction: I legit re-wrote some of my interactions between Jekyll and his apprentice after reading "sad people dance too"
In Queerer than Fiction my OC Svetlana finds out the truth about Jekyll and Hyde and recreates the potion. Originally this was a gender-bent Henrietta Jekyll who left for America. This didn't work and I created Svetlana Raskaynaya and her alter ego Ellis Gage***.
This freed up the original Jekyll to interact with Svetlana. His care is that to a patient and then an acquaintance and he is neutral to positive about her gnc ness. Sveta never gets to come out to him because he dies and there is a fear of hers that he wouldn't accept them as Ellis Gage. If you read my other works you'd know he wouldn't but the tragedy of not knowing is what this story is about.
Utterson and Harker: We pause our monster of the week detective stories for a brief story of grief and acceptance
Utterson and Harker is the crossover nobody will write The Harker family and Gabriel Utterson (assisted by his clerk Mr Aloysius Guest). In a dark story where Utterson dies, Guest has to assume his mentor's role and finish finding out what happened to Svetlana.He arrives to end Gage and prevent another Edward Hyde, he ends up legitimizing Ellis Gage instead.
When Mr. Guest comes to investigate whether Svetlana has Jekyll's formula which legally belongs to Gabriel Utterson, they bond over their respective second names (Ms. Ilysa Outguess, Mx. Ellis Gage) are of a different gender than theirs and being nerds.
Utterson who is canonically accepting of eccentricity finds Gage disturbing for the wall climbing, calledisclopic shifting pigmentation, and penchant for petty crime and yes recreating his best friends worst project. But the androgyny that's fine go knock yourself out.
Lambs to the Slaughter: What if Silence of the lambs but with Gothic Lit characters and not transphobic?
While some people are convinced that canon Jekyll is trans and call all those who disagree transphobic and lacking imagination I don't personally write him as such. I have no problem with such views. My friend's oc Possum is a rp blog here and it feels one of the most accurate takes on Hyde I've seen in awhile. This friend is why I am on tumblr in the first place and I post asks there every other day. All versions of his Jekyll are trans men.
I have only one story with such a premise the steampunk silence of the lambs story. The premise is that are Lucy is murdered by the Phantom of the Opera, Mina embarks on a quest of revenge which brings her behind the only man who can catch this monster, Dr. Henry Jekyll. The only problem is the man is currently serving a life sentence under the name of Edward Hyde.
It will include the following reveal:
Hyde (our Hannibal Lecter) : Based on the first two murders younger me would have been his type
Mina Harker (our Clarice Starling): But Eric only kills women...
Hyde: What do you think young Henri Jekyll was back in the day?
Mina: well then...
Also
the little girl from chapter 1 comes out as well and when he asks Hyde for a good boy's name he suggests "Henry" since Hyde isn't using anymore.
Zone trilogy: Dark satire that might be too harsh
The Zone trilogy is a series of hand-drawn comics that follow the misadventures of two children of Jekyll/Hyde and many other pop-culture characters.
Basic plot of the abyss
Edie Hyde is the daughter Edward Hyde only. Or so her father Dr. Jekyll insists. He also insists that the two alchemists living in one of his estates aren't his beneficiaries but still sends them money. He denies ever meeting Gabriel Utterson, despite Gabrielle Anna being Edie's mother. Hastings Jekyll lost his father young and was raised by his mother. When Edie dragged him into her world he is delighted to meet a version of his father but is disappointed to see he is a cold-hearted hypocritical bigot. He is drawn in the same color scheme as TGS Jekyll and his treatment of not-Jasper, Helio Lockhart, cements that saying "No one will ever believe you, they just play along" does not acceptance make. I'm sure I'll get death threats for posting that comic
Jekyll Saga: What if Jekyll had children and they all had the two body thing.
This was actually written as monster high fanfiction but I soon realized that I could actually like sell this. Currently Henry Jekyll's story is partially out and I'm editing my story about Ash and Jenny which is basically a dark highschool rom com. Hastings' story will be a spy thriller and Gabrielle Mina's story might not be out for years due to lack of material. Dorian's stories will be out as soon as I edit them.
In my penultimate and final Jekyll saga stories I explore the lives of Ash Burns and Harland Jekyll/ Harley Hyde. Both are trans and explore this in different ways when Ash (and later their child Dorian) asks the ghost of Edward Hyde what he thinks of their transition he is mostly positive.
Follow me for more trash fires like this.
Notes
*I have OSSDD-1 (formerly 1b) and my handwriting is the same for all parts, DID people often have different handwriting for each alter. Jekyll is likely higher up the scale than I am so he outnought exhibit hollywood did symptoms. Laugh all you want in 50 years handwriting tests will be called the Sheridan Tests and it will help determine severity of a Dissociative Disorder.
** This line will surely out my alter ego when she mentions this as herself years later if I become famous.
***Gage is named after Phineas Gage who through losing a quarter of his brain changed for the worse (in victorian terms, swearing and lying as well as loss of math skills) but recovered and lived 12 years many of which were relatively fulfilling. He apparently became a completely different person after the accident. Gage was no longer Gage, said friends.
#tgs critical#tgs#tgs is transphobic and ableist#jekyll and hyde#strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde#dr jekyll and mr hyde#essay#charlie explains#literary analysis with cecil#literary analysis with leo
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3, 6, 17, & 29 for the AO3 wrapped ask?
I have been so sick and forgotten to respond to this lol... ok let's see:
3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?
It'd probably have to be "we'll never have problems again". I love my Marwa series in general and that one focuses the most on Marwa and her character development. It was just really fun to take this incredibly minor background character and imagine a whole story for her set in the silly sitcom universe I know and love.
(I also love "if you ever need a favor in twenty years, call a camp kvetcher girl" which is my CXG/Community crossover, but that has less of an audience due to it being a crossover of two shows that are both no longer airing)
6. Favorite title you used
Obviously I loved using Crazy Ex-Girlfriend song titles a bunch loooool so probably just all my CXG song title fics. I also thought "Good Night, Staten Island, and Good Mental Health" was a fun way to combine the two fandoms in that crossover. Oh and I liked using a Starkid song lyric for "now my only wish is that our plots may intertwine". Idk can't decide
17. Your favorite character to write this year?
Oh I can't decide... Probably Nadja because she's just such a treat to write. She also showed up in my fics the most.
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
Oh I have a huge ego when it comes to my writing and I wrote 12 fics this year so there's not a chance I'd be able to choose that... I did really love the scene in "i'm the villain in my own story" where Laszlo comforts Guillermo after his breakup with Freddie- it was maybe a bit more serious than the tone of the show merits but I put a lot of my own feelings into that and it was interesting to explore the relationship between those two characters. Same deal with the passage in "we'll never have problems again" where Marwa ruminates on what she learned from her mother and father- again, too serious for the show, but I also borrowed from thoughts about my own family. I guess it's short enough to share here:
Her mother, during these evenings, would shuffle back and forth from the kitchen, carrying hot and heavy plates of rice and kebab, silver bowls of nuts and fresh fruit. She always smiled, and when Marwa’s father asked her to sit down a while and listen to his stories, she would always oblige, lounging peacefully and laughing along to his jokes. At night, though, once everyone was asleep, she became something else. Marwa had seen it once, when she’d gotten up in the middle of the night and thought to get herself a glass of water, and seen her mother, skirts hiked up and hair tied away from her face, on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor with a ferocity Marwa never would have guessed of her gentle, people-pleasing mother. Then she’d stopped, wiping her forehead, and Marwa had gotten a glimpse, for just a moment, of her face- tired, worn, bitter.
Just as she listened to her father’s stories and riddles, she listened to this lesson, too.
and in terms of funny passages, this one from "the one with the secondhand embarrassment" is probably my favorite:
“When did you meet this new guy?” Nandor said. “Why haven’t you told me about him? I thought friends tell each other these things.”
“I haven’t really told anyone,” Guillermo said. “It’s still sort of new, I met him in London, so I haven’t even told my mom. I mean, she’s still sort of shaky about the gay stuff- I do want to tell her, though, eventually- But I guess if I’m going to tell anyone first, I’m glad it’s you guys. At the end of the day, you really are like my family-”
“Yeah, great, who gives a shit,” Laszlo said. “How big is his package? Stop me when I reach it.”
He started spreading his hands apart.
Guillermo sighed.
“I actually should probably go check on Colin,” he said. “Thanks for, uh. Being so supportive, I guess.”
He headed out of the room. Laszlo, whose hands had now extended to about a yard apart, raised his eyebrows.
“The chap’s got quite an impressive wang,” he said.
And yeah I have a bunch of other passages I'm proud of because like I said, I'm very fond of my own writing lol, but I'm not gonna share all of them. Anyway. Thank you for the ask!
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My Ego AUs
One of my favorite things about writing the Egos was all of the different universes I created for them. Well... They're making a return!
Main Verse: Follows canon most closely, though still has my own twist on the characters
The Outside: My main universe, it's actually an old fic of mine I'm currently in the process of reworking/rewriting. The Egos have left their dimensional plane to live among the humans to avoid fading (dying) as they grow forgotten.
Deep Blue Sea: is my Subnautica/Septics crossover fic, and is my second focus after Outside. The boys follow the game's events, trying to learn as they go while avoiding predators, drowning, and attempting to search for a cure so they can shut down the gun and escape the planet.
Superhero: as it says, the Egos are superheroes (or villains). The heroes are vigilantes wanted by the law, because people fear the inhumans and their capabilities.
Mirror: roles get swapped, so the previously bad Egos are now the good guys, and our heroes take the mantle of the villains. Chase and the King are the main Big Bads of the universe.
Apocalypse: mainly Septics, but there's a few Ipliers in this one. They're in the aftermath of a nuclear apocalypse, where the biggest threat to their lives is other survivors.
Monster: previously very heavily Supernatural-inspired, I'll probably rework a lot of the monsters into more generic versions, or original ones. The monsters live in a massive forest, and most just want to be left alone but are constantly hunted by humans.
Star Wars: the boys are thrown into the GFFA, and a lot of them are aliens found in the universe. Only a few years have passed since the fall of the Empire with the Rebels' victory, so tensions still run high between some individuals.
#oliver rambles#au: outside#au: deep blue sea#au: superhero#au: mirror#au: apocalypse#au: star wars#au: monster#au: main verse#may or may not add more as i come up with them. but his is it for now
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hi i have no new content right now but here’s something really fucking old (feb. 2020) that i think about a lot
#i should redraw it#its from a conversation i had with june#crossovers between our egos#and anti got hypnotized bADDD and comforted by uhh Someone pretending to be jack#and to add insult to injury they left a little toy knight on the ground for him to find when he snapped out of it#bc to those who don't know anti's name used to be knight once a long time ago#a bit of a failed experiment in perspective tbh but again i may redraw it someday#wow i was also shit at drawing profile faces. like. where is ur forehead king!!!!!!#my ego hcs#my ego posts#my art#my fanart#blood tw#antisepticeye
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