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anthurak · 6 months

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Something I’ve always found rather curious about the Adventure Time fandom, specifically Bubbline shippers, is that nobody seems to talk about how the show slipped in what might be the most angsty, hardcore and emotionally raw Bubbline stories disguised as a wacky Rashomon-style recap in the episode Ketchup.

Like it’s pretty clear that Marceline is doing the whole ‘Lollipop Girl and Rockstar Girl’ puppet-show because she doesn’t want to traumatize BMO with what happened while they, Finn and Jake were gone, and also because she herself doesn’t want to revisit those memories directly.

But when we start reading between the lines and recognize that Marceline’s embellishments are really more to tone DOWN events, I think we get a very stark and raw depiction of what Marceline was doing when Patience set off Ooo’s elemental apocalypse.

Just to kick things off, how much does anyone want to bet that this joke translates to ‘Marceline and Bubblegum had a fight and Marcy was giving Bonnie some space… and because of that, Marceline wasn’t there to protect Bonnie when she was kidnapped by Patience.’?

Kinda adds another layer to Marcy’s whole ‘I was so afraid something bad would happen to you’ breakdown in Come Along With Me, doesn’t it?

Next we have ‘Rockstar Girl smacking off the potato-heads growing on her’ which pretty easily translates to; ‘while everyone else was getting overrun by the elements, Marceline was able to fight off the elemental contamination for possibly entire days while she tried to find a way to help Bubblegum’. And given what we see with Finn and Jake only able to resist the contamination for maybe a few hours at a time, and how willpower was one of the only things that could hold it off, that says a LOT about just how DESPERATE Marcy was to help Bonnie. I mean, you want a really hardcore and messed up image? Imagine if Marceline was actively cutting or RIPPING off the contaminated parts of herself to keep it from spreading and regrowing those parts with her vampiric regeneration?

Then we have ‘Rockstar Girl went after the Blue Tranch’, which I can only imagine translates to ‘Marceline going on a GOLB-DAMMNED WARPATH to hunt down Patience St. Pim’. And let’s remember that A. Patience was currently a super-charged Elemental and B. Marceline would still be fighting off elemental contamination herself, whether the Candification from Bubblegum, the Ice-ification from Patience, or even both.

I mean, when we think about it; ‘Rockstar Girl played some really loud music that the Blue Tranch didn’t like’ quite possibly translates to the most insane battle of the entire show. Like on one side we’ve got Patience St. Pim, seasoned Elemental who could already make Ice King look like an amateur, super-charged with elemental energy making her probably the most powerful Ice Elemental in thousands if not millions of years. And on the other side, we’ve got Marceline, consumed and possibly more than half-crazed with rage, fear and desperation to help Bonnie, going ALL-OUT with her numerous vampire powers, possibly some of her demonic powers, all while fighting off the encroaching elemental contamination.

And if ‘The Blue Tranch begged Rockstar Girl to stop and go away’ is anything to go by, I think we can assume that Marcy utterly WRECKED Patience’s SHIT. As in, Patience may well have ended this fight with an axe in her gut, a claw choking the life out her and Marceline threatening to devour her very SOUL if she didn’t tell her how to help Bonnie.

(Here’s another fun thought: Something that notably separates Patience from the other current elementals of Ooo is that whereas Princess Bubblegum, Flame Princess and Slime Princess are all physical manifestations OF their elements (Gum, Fire and Slime, respectively), while Patience is human. Yet when we see her during the arc, she seems to have lost her human body and assumed fully elemental form as well. Now we could of course assume that this is simply due to the elemental overcharge just like the others. Buuuuttt… what if Patience was FORCED to assume this new form because her human body could no longer SURVIVE after the utter THRASHING she received from Marceline?)

Finally, we of course have the end. Something which seems all too easy to imagine even with Marceline’s toning down of events:

Marcy rushing back to the Candy Kingdom as fast as she can. Even though she’s exhausted from her fight with Patience and the days spent fighting off the elemental contamination. To the point where now she can only barely hold it off and maintain her sanity. Perhaps she wonders if this is what it was like for Simon during their time together…

Even though she knows speeding back this fast is only draining her strength faster, but that doesn’t matter to her. Because what matters right now is the trinket, potion, or something or other clutched in her hand that Patience gave her. Something that Marcy can’t be sure will even work. But she hopes it will. That’s the only thing keeping her going, the only thing holding her together at this point.

A blind, desperate HOPE that this will save Bonnie…

When she finally returns to what was once the Candy Kingdom, Marceline finds the massive tower of gum. Perhaps like Finn and Jake later on, Marceline at first isn’t sure what she’s looking at and thinks Bonnie is at the top. So she flies right to the top in a burst of speed that drains her already dwindling strength even further.

And there Marcy finds Bonnie. Or rather, what Bonnie has BECOME. Perhaps she doesn’t even remember Marcy.

Perhaps for Marcy, this is like losing Simon all over again. Except instead of the father who raised and cared for her over ten years, it’s a woman that Marcy has loved for the better part of a millennium. A woman she was only just able to start loving again after so long. But now, just like Simon… she’s gone.

And this realization does what all the elemental power of Ooo could not.

It breaks Marceline.

Just like that, Marceline doesn’t even try to use the ‘antidote’ Patience gave her. Instead, perhaps Marcy gives Bonnie one last kiss and just… accepts the madness.

Because now, at least they can be together.

#adventure time #adventure time rambling #adventure time ketchup #marceline #marceline abadeer #bonnibel bubblegum #princess bubblegum #bubbline #patience st pim #bubbline angst

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dino-boyo-agere · 7 months

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"Dino Apocalypse" is my favorite food to eat when I am regressed and I think y'all should try it too!

What you need:

broccoli trees

dino nuggies

ketchup bl00d (it'll make sense)

a rice (or mashed potatoes) volcano

and any sauce you'd like as Lava

How to make it:

Arrange the broccoli, a few blobs of rice or mashed potatoes help them stand up straight.

Form a volcano out of the rice or mashed potatoes, a spoon is great to hollow it out a bit.

Place the dino nuggies wherever on the plate you think they belong.

Add the ketchup whey they start to fight and pour the sauce into the volcano when you want it to errupt.

How I play with it:

First I make the dinosaurs eat the trees, eating them myself.

Then make them attack and eat eachother.

And lastly the volcano errupts, by pouring the sauce in and I devour that too.

Notes:

It is always so much fun and yes, everything will be eaten with hands, no cutlery allowed!! [Obviously that is not a must for everyone, if those textures on your hand would be an issue or you just don't want to use your hands instead of cutlery, you can do it however you'd prefer!!]

I don't have a photo on hand, but here is a video I found on TikTok of how it can look like.

.ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･».ﾟ°･⁠✧ ↓ DNI ↓ ✧･° ﾟ.«･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･*.ﾟ.

#nates foods #agere food #fun food #sfw interaction only #sfw #sfw agere #agere #age regression #agere community #age regression community #age regressor #agere fandom #nate loves dinos

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risewriter · 1 year

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ROTTMNT: Blood

Future Mikey: Guys! *Cries* Leo is bleeding and isn’t moving!

*All turtles rush to Leo’s side and kneel beside him*

Future Raph: *Shakes Leo* Leo! LEO! Don’t do this to me, to us! We need you!

Future Mikey: Please, wake up!

Future Donnie: *Scans Leo in a panic* Wait. *Stands up* He’s not hurt.

Future Leo: Boo! Why did you ruin it? I bought ketchup and everything!

Future Raph: *Sharply inhales* Leo, next time, can you do it when we are not in the middle of a Kraang apocalypse?!

#Wrong timing?#tmnt incorrect quotes #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rise leonardo #rise michelangelo #rise donatello #rise raphael #rottmnt raph #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise raph

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executethyself35 · 3 months

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Misc. Tag Game!!

Thank you to all who tagged me!!

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?: I have not been outside this godforsaken country, but i've been to Oklahoma multiple times and it was fun!

Something you’re proud of yourself for?: Making it to AREA for marching band!! It's a really big deal for us band kids

Favorite books?:

A Coal Miners Bride- Susan Campbell

The Journal of Douglas Allen Deeds- Rodman Philbricks

The Devil All The Time- Donald Ray Pollock

Generation Kill- Evan Wright

Something that makes your heart happy when you think about it?: My gf, and the weird shit my brain comes up with

Favorite thing about your culture?: I'm a southern whiteboy, but i guess cowboys

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?: Last year before the summer, i watched BoB first and fell in love

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?: Nope! But i'm trying to convince my mother to take me to Half-Price Books so i can go look for them!

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?: Skip Muck my boy!! and favorite scenes gotta be "Well Don, let me see, I was at home in Tonawanda and then hitler started this, so now i'm here"

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?: I do not make content for other fandoms, i barely make content for this one

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?: RICHARD SPEIGHT JR. and ik this is gonna be a basic answer but i love his role as Gabriel in Supernatural, but also him in BoB!!

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?: It has become my most popular post on here "This stuffs orange, spaghetti ain't supposed to be orange, *Perco voice* this ain't spaghetti this is army noodles with ketchup"

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?: I don't know how to express my emotions for shit, and when i was 8 i bit through my own lip!

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?: The answer is yes bc i need constant validation

Three things that make you smile?: My gf, thunderstorms, being precieved as a boy

Any nicknames you like?: Most people just call me Lex or Lexi, but i mostly just prefer to go by Alexi

List some people you love to see around on tumblr: there's alot, srry if i forget anyone, @turtle-toe, @b00ks1ut, @malarkgirlypop, @blueberry-ovaries, @1waveshortofashipwreck, @dontirrigateme, @liptonwashere, @panzershrike-pretz, @ronsparky, @love--persevering, @vanellq77, @montied, @ithinkabouttzu, @footprintsinthesxnd, @xxluckystrike and so many more

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?: Die, i'd completely say fuck it and kms bc the worlds done why not

Favorite movie?: I have a terrible time picking, but i'll say The Lost Boys

Do you like horror movies?: Yes, i mostly critisize the victims cause their dumbasses

Tags: @montied @liptonwashere @kafka-ohdear @dontirrigateme and all the people i listed above!!

#alexi rambles #mutuals #tag game

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risetherivermoon · 6 months

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Sparrow: "Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard. Which is weird cause' usually you're mayonnaise in my dreams... Why do you suppose that is?"

Lark, who literally stabbed their father in the back a few hours ago and started the apocalypse: "....."

#i saw this audio on tiktok and thought of them lol #might draw this at some point if i ever get the motivation #dndads #dndads s1 #dndads odyssey #lark and sparrow #sparrow oak garcia #lark oak garcia #lark oak #sparrow oak #sparrow oak swallows garcia #the oak twins #me rambling #🍁

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ketchuplaser · 6 months

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28 - Sparkle

Jera pulled her skewer back from the fire, blowing slightly on the cretin meat.

She was enjoying the light gamey flavor of the kebab, watching the sparks of her campfire fly up.

Pose is from @adorkastock

#ketchup laser #kl draws #post apocalypse #post apocalyptic #sparkle #jera #adorkastock #kebab #inktober #inktober 2023

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ketchupsapocalypse · 3 months

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With the magical healing powers of ketchup, Sans survives a genocide run--but the rest of his world doesn't. He sets out across the multiverse searching for a family he refuses to believe is dead, struggling to master his new ketchup powers and making enemies every step of the way. When a rival emerges, he's forced to choose between his past and future or risk losing both.

(Yes, this is absolute crack. Yes, this is stupid. But I found out there was no AU where Sans's soul is literally ketchup and for some reason decided that was a problem I had to solve. There will be family fluff, plenty of angst, a bunch of AUs, and general shenanigans and hijinks. I'm treating this seriously enough that I forgot how ridiculous this was until I had to write this summary.)

#ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #undertale fanfiction #my undertale au #ketchup's apocalypse

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nani-nonny · 4 months

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Welcome to Nonny’s TedTalk about their background characters and their significance to the plot aka my excuse to suddenly lore drop OCs (I guess I’m calling them OCs now)

Anyways, a bit of a long post hehe

Roddy Runes: First Appearance on Distorted Mirror Ch.1: Switch

In front of Leo is a rodent yokai with a huge, bushy tail covered in singed fur. The yokai is wearing what can only be described as scraps of cloth dirtied in, well, dirt and what Leo hopes to be is dry ketchup. Over the yokai’s snout is a purple gas mask of sorts with a small D on the lower jaw—it looks way too close to Donnie’s logo…

The yokai’s eyes widen and his hold on Leo’s upper arm weakens. He drops the teen and looks over his shoulder at a human wearing the same gas mask. He glances between Leo and the human who pressed her finger to her ear.

The yokai finally stops to stare at Leo who stares back at him with the same look of confusion, “This—I don’t—where is the leader?!”

A rodent mutant (species unknown) that Leo meets upon first entering the future timeline. He’s a bit of a worrywart and skittish soldier in the Resistance. He loves children, and if it weren’t for the Krang apocalypse, he would have been a daycare attendant or a teacher/tutor. Leo wasn’t aware of this, but in the future, there was a huge accident with the Krang that mutated hundreds of humans. Roddy was one of them, which explains why Leo mistook him as a yokai in DisMir. Originally, Roddy’s name was Rudolf Thanes, but he changed it to Roddy Runes to better match his new appearance.

Fun fact: He would’ve adopted Leo in a heartbeat if the future timeline counterparts hadn’t claimed Leo as one of their own.

Occupation before the Krang: full-time university student majoring in education, part-time camp counselor

Occupation after the Krang: Scouter. Before his mutation, he was already talented in noticing the near-unnoticeable tracks laid out by any living being, including the Krang, or spotting enemies from afar, etc. But after his mutation, those senses were multiplied, especially as a mutation into the prey category. He’s extraordinarily talented in this area of expertise, to which he jokingly give thanks to his perception of always keeping track of kids he was chaperoning in his past

Significance: He played the part as the guiltripper and backup plan for Leo in DisMir. He unintentionally brings forth Leo’s guilt by mentioning the importance of family and teamwork when trying to reassure Leo’s nerves. Leo would have the option to run back to his side if absolute fear would take hold, and he would have gladly protected Leo with all of his ability and life. His significance didn’t seem all too grand, but he pushed Leo to take anxiety and fear in hand and step forward to responsibility.

Olympia: First Appearance on DisMir Ch.3: Breach

Leo raises a brow and is about to question the weird turn the conversation has made before the person serving the soup speaks up.

Her voice is gruff, limited to a rough but welcoming tone. She’s a mixed yokai, one Leo has never met before or even seen, with features of a bull and snake. She's missing a horn and snake scales travel up the length of her arm to the side of her face. She scoops a hefty portion of soup and drops it into Donatello’s bowl.

Her spoon flicks broth at Raphael’s face when she points her ladle at the turtles, “Watch it, it’s not easy to make balanced meals with what little shit we have. Don’t forget I can spit some venom in your rations.”

A bull/snake hybrid yokai based off of the Ophiotaurus from Greek Mythology that Leo meets with his brothers’ future counterparts. At the time taken during the fic, Olympia’s name wasn’t introduced but she’s the lunch lady that fed all of the Resistance present at the temp-base her bland soup. She isn’t normally the one who makes food, but she was the only one present with experience in feeding large numbers at a time, especially because she occasionally helps her wife in the kitchens back at home base. She is one of the surviving yokai from initial Krang invasion that is able to move and around and speak of the tale. Shes a socially perceptive yokai who likes to dish out people’s stories or secrets without the other noticing.

Fun fact: She was hinting that she was fully aware of how suspicious Leo’s appearance in the future timeline was, hence a part of Raph’s nervousness in talking to her. (Aside from pointing out that Leo looks “suspiciously” like Future Leonardo.)

Occupation before Krang: Battle Nexus fighter

Occupation after Krang: Frontline fighter, focused on giving and taking heavy hits as a tank, honestly not much of a change for her but became increasingly more of a life or death situation

Significance: She played the part of providing a sense of comfort and familiarity for Leo in a world completely strange to him, filled with people who aren’t strangers to the mind boggling situation of the world amidst an apocalypse. She’s kindhearted and warm, strong and easygoing, she truly cares for people. Her part wasn’t long, but it showed readers that despite the war, there are still kindness in people’s hearts and a sense of the mundane in the future. She also played the part of suspicions that are rising within the resistance soldiers present in the throwaway base, no one would voice their concerns, but she played it off as teasing. Very sneaky hehe

Wiler: First Appearance in Dead Man’s Deal Ch.4: Visit & Last Appearance in Return of a Champion

Leo turns to see two yokai who haven’t left the room yet. The shorter yokai, a penguin…of sorts, is seated with a large dumbbell in hand. The taller yokai, a falcon, lay on a bench with a barbell above his head. The falcon halts to a stop while the penguin sneers at Leo’s eye contact.

“Don’t expect us to leave just because Big Mama favors you,” the penguin snapped.

A penguin yokai based off of Maori mythology of tawaki. Just like the myth, Wiler often ventures to the surface under the pretense of being human. Hence his rough and boisterous demeanor, which he picked up from nights in New York observing the harsh demeanors of drunken Yorkers. Wiler was named by a Battle Nexus fighter after being abandoned in the cages and continued to live within the Battle Nexus until Big Mama finally deemed him enough to become a fighter. He only knows of the Battle Nexus, so he went above and beyond when satisfying his curiosity of the outside world and journeyed to the surface. He spent years observing the humans from afar, fear keeping him from actually interacting with them. The closest he got to an interaction was accidentally bumping into a child and apologizing profusely before he hid behind a trash can. He often surfaces to find that child again, to see how they’re doing.

Fun fact: He’s 4’9” (145 cm) in human form and often gets mistaken for a human child on his adventures on the surface.

Significance: He plays the part of providing a sense of normalcy to F!Leo’s life by becoming a close, adult friend outside of family. In the beginning, his short fuse was familiar to F!Leo as a reminder of Raph back in the days, although F!Leo never noticed this. He showed F!Leo how easy it is to talk to people and what it’s like to be normal, despite F!Leo’s reality of being a former war vet and from the future. His boisterous temperament broke through F!Leo’s thoughts and helped the fallen leader from drowning in thoughts of self loathing and regret. He would never admit it, but he thoroughly enjoys being F!Leo’s friend.

Ripper: First appearance in DMD Ch.4:Visit and DMD: RoC

Leo ignores them and just stares, wondering why the penguin is so hostile. The falcon falters under Leo’s stare, but the penguin gets more annoyed by the second. It got to the point the penguin dropped his dumbbell and stormed over to Leo. Leo had to crane his neck down to meet the penguin’s eyes who got angrier by the action.

-continuation of Wiler’s first appearance

A falcon yokai based off of Slavic mythology known as the raróg (or raróh). Unlike his best friend, Wiler, who was practically born and raised in the Battle Nexus, Ripper was sent to the Battle Nexus as punishment for a crime he did not commit. His family are renowned in the black market for a variety of merchandise, especially artifacts. They often sold to Big Mama and she is their best customer, but Ripper grew to fear her the day the family tried to sell her “authentic” artifacts from the human world and she retaliated by framing his father for drug-related crimes and personally sent his father to the Hidden City prison. This led to his elder brother taking over, but was swiftly framed for the sudden disappearance of artifacts within the Hidden City councilroom. His anxious and fearful demeanor made it difficult to speak his truth and was charged for the crime and sent to the Battle Nexus as punishment where he met Wiler. They swiftly became friends, where Wiler helps Ripper steadily overcome his skittishness and anxiety, and he helps Wiler get out of trouble by stepping in before it becomes trouble.

Fun fact: Wiler and Ripper met during training, much like how they both met F!Leo for the first time. Wiler was working on the barbells when he failed a push and Ripper easily lifted the barbells off of Wiler’s neck, saving the penguin’s life.

Significance: He plays the same kind of part as Wiler, becoming a friend to F!Leo and helping F!Leo gain a sense of normalcy beyond the time travel and guilt and strange familial relationship of fathering brothers in the past. Ripper is a softy who would allow anyone to walk over him like a carpet if it weren’t for Wiler, so his skittish demeanor warms F!Leo’s cold exterior. Through himself and Wiler, F!Leo relearns how to be friends and adapt to being an adult in an old world. They teach F!Leo it’s okay to be alive and continue with life, it’s okay to make friends and to continue to grow as an adult, to move on from the past and accept the present.

Griffith: First Appearance in DMD Ch.2: Regret & last appearance in DMD:RoC

Leo looks forward to see a smithy of sorts. It’s not much, especially in comparison to the only smithy he knows of, which he saw in his youth. But he recognizes the type of oven and the smithing instruments. There is a lone, burly yokai slamming a hammer onto red hot steel on a pedestal shaping it with expert precision.

“Griffith,” Big Mama says, catching the attention of the big yokai who immediately stops and rises to his feet. The yokai is taller than expected with muscles stacked upon his torso. He’s a swan wearing a dirtied apron and scars along his splotchy arms where feathers no longer grow.

“Yes Big Mama?”

A swan yokai based off of no myth really, I was watching Swan Lake when thinking about what to make Griffith lol. And I thought it would be funny to see the ever graceful swan reduced (or improved) as a big buff blacksmith in the Battle Nexus. He’s a gruff fellow, observant and meticulous in his work. He has been working as Big Mama’s blacksmith for almost the entirety of his life. He’s a man of little words, his body etched with numerous burn scars and battle scars (he argues that in order to create a weapon, you have to understand the fundamentals behind the weapon). He’s fluent in weaponry, often training with different weapons before using that knowledge attained to creature finely tuned weaponry that earned him a notorious title as the Battle Nexus’s renowned blacksmith. He holds no regard to many fighters, just watches them come and go as time goes on. He’s one of the oldest yokai living in the Hidden City, due to retire although never showing signs of accepting retirement, especially how youthful he seems.

Fun fact: He offered to make Lou Jitsu a weapon during the actor’s time in the Battle Nexus, but Lou Jitsu never accepted. Despite his keen eye, during F!Leo’s time in the Battle Nexus he never saw the similarities between Lou Jitsu’s style and F!Leo’s style—almost as if they were complete strangers.

Significance: His keen eye observed that F!Leo’s style was downright barbaric, almost sloppy had it not been so calculated. For every “mistake” in movement, there was a follow up that filled the gap. He almost opted to give F!Leo a barbed mace if Big Mama didn’t tell him that F!Leo’s weapon is a sword. He, without saying anything except carved F!Leo’s title into the handle, revealed F!Leo’s barbaric tendencies when fighting. He informs F!Leo through the title that F!Leo had long abandoned teachings and opted for desperation and cruelty in fighting. This, in turn, makes F!Leo realize how much he had changed because of the war and his actions. Griffith makes F!Leo momentarily break from thoughts about the past and realize the present—and that tells F!Leo that he’s not acting as the man he once was. Griffith’s part was extremely short, but he played a huge part in F!Leo’s life that F!Leo hadn’t realized. Although F!Leo never acted upon noticing this change, it opened his eyes significantly. But in RoC, Griffith played another part in helping F!Leo accept a new norm, a norm that is beyond fighting to push the pain down to fighting to heal. Another small part, but huge in F!Leo’s life.

Officer Xeni: First appearance in Leonardo Come Down Ch.5: Atone and Alone

The yokai policeman stares at Leon suspiciously, eyeing the young mutant. Leon smiles nervously behind a confident facade, his eyes switching between the policeman and the screen on the desk he leans on. The policeman almost draws his lip up in disgust at the elbow that leans on his desk and Leon quickly retreats.

“Let me check,” the yokai policeman taps away on the hologram, suspiciously eyeing the turtle gang as he does. A few more taps into the system and he says, “Alright… we don’t have a Leonardo Hamato nor a Hamato Leonardo. But we do have a Loathsome Leonard, and… hm. No last name.”

An unnamed badger yokai based off of the mujina in Japanese mythology. He was originally unnamed and species unspecified in the fic as I didn’t want to name him at the time of writing LCD hehe. He’s a pretty laidback guy, a little normal in comparison to the previous characters. He’s simply an officer, born and raised in the Hidden City, normal family of two kids and a wife at home that happened to meet the Hamatos as the strangest part of his mundane life.

Fun fact: He’s the definition of “she’s so boring if she were a spice, she’d be flour” (Louise from Bob’s Burgers) /lhj he’s literally just an average guy doing his job, happy and comfortable with his life

Significance: He plays the part of the informant for the readers and Little Leo. He fills in the readers for what happened in between the time that the Hamatos were asleep and F!Leo escaped to prison. He portrays the readers’ feelings about the F!Leo situation, showing pity to Leo for wanting so desperately to see F!Leo despite the ex-leader running away so often. He’s like a reader insert lol, not too entirely significant toward the plot other than being a bridge between the reluctant and self-isolating F!Leo and the desperate to understand Little Leo.

#nonny nonsense #nonny tedtalk #nonny oc tedtalk #nonny lore drop lol #rottmnt ocs #distorted mirror #leonardo come down #dead man’s deal #rottmnt fanfiction

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bartokthealbinobat · 1 year

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Brandy's Recipe For Apocalypse Beans

Ch. 1 of Brandy and the End of the World

word count: 2095

tw: mentions of sa and rape, implied killing, death, desire to be killed, zombies.

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A piece of something gritty scrapes against my teeth as I bite into the beans, hoping that by some miracle they'll be done already so I can eat. It's a disgusting sensation, and the beans still aren't ready. Just my luck.

As I wait for the food to finish cooking, my mind starts to wander back in time, the background noise blurring into nothing as pictures take over in my head.

The sky was blue when it happened. It seems like such a small detail, like something that shouldn't even matter, but to me it seemed so wrong. The whole world was falling apart and the sky had the audacity to be blue. To this day it makes me so irrationally angry, that the sky was so perfect and blue that day.

My mom had been busy when the wave hit us. She was out front messing around in her garden, it had always been her favorite place to spend time. She was so proud of the one massive pumpkin she was growing that year. I remember her calling it "round as a doorknob", a massive grin splitting her face in half. I'm pretty sure she was more proud of growing that pumpkin than she was of growing me. Not that it was a bad thing, my mom was one of those people whose happiness was infectious. Her smile made everyone around her smile too, and it always felt like her joy was there to be shared.

They got her first.

I don't like to talk about it much, you know? Everyone has a similar story. But I heard her yelp when the neighbor bit her out of nowhere. We were all a little worried, it seemed so out of the blue. Drugs, they had said, the same thing was happening in a few other places in the country and at first they attributed it to drugs. What a load of bs that turned out to be.

She was fine at first, there was no real difference beside the bite on her hand. The neighbor had been dragged away to be asked some questions but he was out of his mind at that point. I struggle to remember his name at this point, i think it started with an R? I don't really know, I do remember he had a constant stubble gracing his chin, and every day he would take his chubby little weiner dog out for a walk. I always wonder what happened to that dog, if anyone ever took care of it after he was gone.

After my mom got sick, she started to spiral. She had constant fevers, hallucinations, the works. And then she lost it, like everyone does eventually. She bit my dad a week after she had been infected.

By that point the scientists had a better idea of what was going on. A parasite was what they settled on, one that slowly took over control of your mind and made you do its bidding, infecting more and more people so they could grow. There was nothing they could do about it really, no cures that wouldn't kill you. So I left, when my dad asked me to, I ran.

Me and my dad had always been close. We had bonded over a shared love of bugs and odd history facts when I was little, and I was always happiest searching for little specimens in our backyard with him. He was soft-spoken and made the most delicious potato soup for me whenever I was feeling down. God how I miss that potato soup, he had never had the chance to teach me how to make it.

So as I walked away from the house that day, I glared up at the impossibly blue sky, memories of potato soup dancing on my tongue and tears pressing against my eyes.

I glance back down at my cooking, snapped back to reality with those same tears in my eyes. Shit, its burning.

I snatch my little tin pot off of the makeshift fire, frantically stirring to try and save the beans from a fiery death. Smoke curls up from the bubbling bottom of the pan, whipping across my face and clogging up my mouth and nose. I cough , choking slightly on the burnt smell. I sigh dramatically, staring up at the now-grey sky, cursing myself for thinking about all of it.

It serves me right, I should know better than to get stuck in the past. Looking back will get you killed in this world. The only way to survive is to keep moving forward, to focus on where you are right now and what you need to get done. I know this, I've known this for a long time.

I mean, the apocalypse has been going on for almost two years now, and I'm making rookie mistakes like getting all teary-eyed thinking about my dead parents? C'mon, I know better than that. But tonight... it feels like a night to remember. I'm somewhere safe, I have warm (albeit burnt) food to put in my stomach, and I know exactly what direction I'm heading in the morning. So as I choke down bites of crusty blackened beans, I let my mind wander.

I had settled in with a group for a little while, like most people did. It seemed natural, y'know? To have people with you during the apocalypse. They were mostly around my age, other kids that had been separated from their family for whatever reason, a few that had been straight-up left behind. I actually got pretty lucky with the group I had chosen, when the world is falling apart and laws don't apply any more, well, men tend to take advantage. I was one of the few that wasn't assaulted, and I credit a lot of that to my group. Our leader was a young woman named Charlotte, and she was our saving grace. She was tough, but fair, extremely realistic, and she kept us all safe and civil. She wasn't always the nicest, but by god Charlotte wasn't going to let any of us die or suffer. Once our initial group formed, she was absolutely ruthless about who was let in, and it pains me a little bit to think about how many people she turned away, but I understand why she did it all the same.

It worked though, we stayed pretty safe, and we only lost two to the parasite. Charlotte took care of that too. We all agreed that if anything ever happened, we would rather Charlotte take us out than spend that time suffering and risk infecting anyone. But still. I remember them crying and screaming, begging her not to kill them. I remember Charlotte's face after the first one, like something new had broken in her, but she didn't think it could've gone any other way. After that we were all a lot quieter, a lot more sober.

And when Charlotte's little sister caught the parasite? We all saw the terror written in her every movement. But she still did it.

She vanished for a little while after that one, and we never asked about where she went. I think that's when everyone really decided whether they were going to stay or go. I was one of the ones who decided to leave, I couldn't handle being part of a group anymore, despite the protection it gave. I know if I ever went knocking, Charlotte probably wouldn't take me back, safety concerns and all, but I think about doing it sometimes anyways.

I had left for a reason though, and I wasn't settling anywhere until I had completed my mission. My aunt is out there somewhere, and I can't stop until I know if she's alive or not. She's the last member of my family that I don't know about, except for some very extended cousins, and I don't really give two cow pies about them. So that's where I'm heading, up north, back home. I'm originally from up in Wisconsin, the suburbs of Milwaukee, and that's where my Aunt lives, the only one I've got. My family had moved to Chicago about 6 months before everything hit, in what I think was the biggest mistake of my parent's decision-making career.

At first I had wanted to stick close to home, it just felt safer. Hence the group and staying in Chicago, but eventually I realized that wasn't accomplishing anything. My best bet was to find Aunt Paige, to stay with the family I had left. That meant I wouldn't have to deal with anyone else. It meant that I would be safe, but I wouldn't have to see the look on Charlotte's face, that I wouldn't have to listen to one of my friends begging for their life. I couldn't do that anymore, I think it would've been the end of me if I ever watched it happen. So this was better. This way, I didn't even have to know if anyone caught the parasite, I could just imagine that they were all fine, that they were all happy and together. I knew that they weren't, but it felt better somehow to pretend that they would survive and be okay.

I know I'm heading north, that is my purpose right now. Head North, find Aunt Paige, don't remember. It had become my daily mantra, what I repeated in my head as I trekked through the abandoned streets, keeping to the shadows and trying to stay alert, trying to stay in the now.

A noise startles me out of my memories again, and I realize I've been frozen for a bit, a spoonful of beans paused right in between the pot and my mouth. I shake myself a little and shove the spoonful in, getting up to go check where that noise came from. I'm currently holed up in a little clock tower I broke into, the single stairwell barricaded off so no one else can get up. Still, it doesn't hurt to check that everything is still secure, and that I didn't miss anyone hiding up here.

I peer out of the little windows the clock is set into, checking for anything outside that may have made the noise. The sky outside is dusky, like a chalkboard that hasn't been properly cleaned. The light is dim enough that I can't see very well, shadows covering all sorts of spots where someone could hide.

I don't think the noise was coming from outside anyways, but one can always hope. I turn slowly, annoyance tightening my brow and fear prickling at the base of my neck. I did a bit of a rush job closing up the stairwell, what if someone got through? Slowly, I inspect my work from a ways back, keeping my distance from any possible threat that could be lurking there. I see something small dart across the piled-up debris, and I sigh in relief. It's just rats.

I'm holed up somewhere in the northern part of Chicago. You may be wondering where, in what part of northern Chicago, and honestly I am too. My sense of direction is absolute shit, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to make it this far, so don't even ask. I know I'm heading vaguely north, and although that sounds like an awful plan, I won't have a better one until I can get ahold of some sort of map. Even then, I probably still wouldn't have a good idea of where I am and how to get where I'm going. Don't judge, I'm figuring it out still.

At least wherever I am right now there are some streets heading almost exactly straight north, so I will follow those until they run out or I find a better way.

The streets outside seem the same to me as most parts of Chicago. There are some nicer buildings, some that look really old and fancy, and a bunch of apartments and stores jammed in between. There is a very limited amount of greenery, and definitely no wide-open spaces, and the air still smells of cigarettes, B.O., and chicken skins. Although, it's been so long that the smell is increasingly faint, and some days I wonder if I'm imagining it. Either way, I can't wait to get far enough that the smell vanishes and I'm finally out of the city.

I drift off slowly, thinking about that strange Chicago smell, and the likelihood of me finding any food leftover that I can scavenge tomorrow.

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Author's Note- Hi there, Bartok speaking. I just wanted to take a second to introduce me and my book. Brandy and the End of the World is a work in progress, a story that ends up being about a girl and her dog facing the rest of the world. I started it just to force myself to write regularly, but now it has become more than just a project to me, in the words of my creative writing professor, this piece of work is my "damaged infant" so to speak. I was inspired by my own dog, a Belgian Malinois named Nyx who is the most important thing in my life, and a conversation I had with a friend about whether we could survive a zombie apocalypse. I hope you all end up loving Brandy and her crazy story as much as I love writing it.

-Bartok

Chapter Two

#apocalypse #end of the world #female protagonist #post apocalyptic #original story #ongoing #zombie #zombies #dogs #Brandy and the End of the World #story #ketchup #reactive dog #work in progress #chicago #creative writing #writing #writeblr

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draconic-hazard · 8 months

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Im bored and currently afflicted with terminal brain rot so here is my post about Which TMA Entity I Think WordGirl Characters Would Belong To. This post caters to me and me only bc idk how many wordgirlies like TMA

I might make another post later with more characters if i feel like it

Becky Botsford, AKA Wordgirl - The Eye

Lets put aside her superpowers for a second and focus on her main shtick: Words. It seems like she knows every word in the english language. Eye avatar behaviour 👁️👁️.

Dr Two-Brains - The Corruption

Alright some may disagree with me but hear me out. First of all he’s a mouse, which are generally associated with filth and disease and other nasty corruption things. Secondly, he has a second brain attached to his head. One could argue he and Squeaky have a parasitic type of relationship, classic calling card for the Corruption. Thirdly (and admittedly the weakest point on this list) he eats cheese and only cheese, which is basically just edible mold

The Butcher - The Flesh

Do… do i need to explain? Meat is his whole thing. I wish i could write more but like. This is pretty much self explanatory

Granny May - The Web

The web is all about manipulation, and Granny May has this down pat. Every single episode with her in it she is making people trust her because ‘oh look shes just a sweet old lady she cant possibly be robbing the banks 🥺🥺🥺’. Also her main attack is her yarn balls which some could argue is similar to the spiderweb thing that most Web avatars have going on

Mr Big - The Web

Ok so i have less of an argument for him than i did Granny May, but! There is still a case here. Mind Control is his thing, his brand, heck its even in his company’s mission statement. That sounds like Web behaviour to me. Also he’s a capitalist and name one thing more manipulative than capitalism

Tobey McCallister III - The Extintion

WAIT WAIT WAIT HEAR ME OUT! Tobey is all about robots, and destroying things with said robots. Now that may sound kinda slaughter-y, but a lot of the times the episodes conflict is also about Tobey thinking robots can do a better job and everything than humans, be it painting, sports, or even being his mom. One part of the Extinction that is slightly overlooked imo is the idea that after the apocalypse, a new, and inhuman species will inherit the nuclear wasteland of an earth we’d leave behind. And who else to rule that wasteland than an army of giant robots? Plus he’s the youngest of the (main) villains, which could be a little nod to the fact that the extinction is the newest of the fears

Chuck the Evil Sandwich Making Guy - The Buried

This one was kind of a struggle, because sandwiches aren’t very scary so how would one draw a connection to fear entities there? But i believe i have a case here. So! His main attack is his condiment gun, which sprays mustard, ketchup, and mayonnaise, which seems to solidify around the target, thus trapping them as they are unable to move. Plus, a machine that we see him use several times in the series is his giant sandwich press, which works by crushing down a target. Awful lot of claustrophobia, wouldn’t you say? Also idk why but he has the same vibes as i feel most buried avatars have (no offence intended)

#wordgirl #the magnus archives #tma #becky botsford #dr two brains #the butcher #granny may #mr big #tobey mccallister iii #chuck the evil sandwich making guy #headcanons #tma entities

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slothgiirl · 1 year

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a rose by any other name epilogue

reader x druig.

New York. North Dakota. 2024.

You had never been to New York before. Not in this life, or any other. You weren’t sure this counted either.

Seeing a city from the airport cab ride to Doctor Strange’s place in the city seemed like cheating. You’d seen the famous skyline, but hadn’t step foor anywhere.

“Is there some superhero directory I’m not aware of,” you ask Druig, craning your neck. You were pretty sure that was central park, gone in a flash.

“Sanctums are quite stationary,” he shrugs, licking ketchup off his fingers. You thought airport hotdogs were a bag idea. “This one’d been around since the 1700s. When it was New Amsterdam.”

“Wasn’t Hong Kong closer?”

Druig shakes his head, “we need someone. . .flexible about all those rules they made about the mystic arts.”

“Two thousand years and it never occured to you until now,” you ask him, slouching into the seat. The world was still intact. The news hasn’t stopped reporting on the new chain of islands in the indian ocean that look like fingers.

Tiamut was neither alive or dead in some weird cosmic energy thing you didn’t understand.

Druig looks over at you sheepishly, “I had other things on my mind.” His gaze flickers down to your chest.

It’s probably the whole averted apocalypse that has you in such an indulgent mood; you lean you head against his shoulder and smack his chest lightly.

“Careful my lady,” he says sounding terribly smug, “Ikaris did attempt to murder me.”

“I guess I’ll have to finish the job,” you rest your hand against his chest, feeling his ribcage move as he breathes. He wasn’t fine.

Druig was careful to keep weight off his left foot.

Phastos had given him the all clear which didn’t make you feel much better. Not when two of them had died in the span of days.

Phastos had left quickly, unable to be away from his family for any longer.

“Oh, is that how it’s gonna be,” he laughs.

“I guess I could let it slide,” you meet his gaze, feeling immense relief all over again, “you did just save the world.”

Druig tips his chin up, looking full of himself.

There was a lightness to him that you’d missed, a playfulness that was so characteristic of your Eternal lover. Your eyes rover over his features that you knew so well. The scar on his cheekbone, near the outer corner of his eyes, had not faded at all. The way his brilliant blue eyes crinkled with easy smiles and how his laugh filled a room.

He was there. Alive. You were both alive.

So many lives and you continued to be enamoured of him. It never got old, being in love, making a home with him. Anyplace, anytime.

There were tears in your eyes.

Again.

All you’d done this week was cry.

“I did,” he nods, pressing his lips against your hair. “Though if you hear Phastos tell it-”

“Yeah,” you clutch the fabric of his shirt.

Sensing your somber mood, Druig wraps his arms around you. “I’m right here, love.” He tucks your head under his chin, “‘S alright.”

“When the plane started to shake,” you say quietly, “I thought that was it-” It was over. The world ending with you in a private plane.

There had been so many close calls.

“The world’s always ending,” you mutter, breathing in his scent. You understood Lizzy, finally.

It was never over. Earth was still in trouble after Thanos.

Captain Marvel had her hands full with the rest of the universe.

“Is this what being part of the universe is like?” Always being scared some empire would come in and take over, being invaded, some asshole destroying your planet for no reason. You didn’t want to sit by and hope for the best. You couldn’t.

It would drive you mad.

“I-,” he frowns. “Well, I wouldn’t really know. Don’t remember anything but Earth.”

“All those planets-” you shift your gaze out the window as the cab pulls to a stop. What about the planets where Arishem got their way?

“I know.”

Druig’s expression grows weary. It was the same way he’d looked when Ajak had forbidden them from aiding the Mexica from smallpox and the genocide on the horizon. He wasn’t going to let this go.

You pay for the cab.

The sanctum is an unassuming building. The plaque is the only way you know you’re in the right place.

You're surprised there's no awards for saving half the universe. No Avengers insignia for Doctor Strange.

Druig holds your hand.

“This isn’t some. . .” you pause, “He can help right?” You didn’t understand much of anything when it came to magic.

“If not,” his eyes glow. “I can always. . .”

It’s comforting.

“Okay.” You nod.

The world was still spinning. There was nothing else you could do but go for it.

Dr. Strange seemed the type to break whatever rules suited him, very Iron Man-esque who thought he was above the Sokovia Accords. Right? You try not to think to hard about Ultron. About ashes and world heritage sites getting destroyed by the latest threat. The London Eye was still closed.

You breathe.

And knock against the door.

It swings open.

You aren’t sure what to expect as you step through: cauldrons and black witches hats covered in dust and cobwebs. The last sanctum had been ordinary for it’s time, filled with students and ancient sayings in calligraphy hanging on the walls. That isn’t New York either. It lacks the faux orientalism prevalent in Europe circa the 1800s.

No, the New York sanctum feels like a rundown hotel that’s decades past its prime but no less grand for it. There’s tasteful tables with relics you imagine are just as magical as Phastos inventions.

You peer around the grand staircase, expecting to see someone. “Hello?” You don’t have to check to know Druig’s a step behind you. His presence is an anchor as you venture further into the sanctum.

There were no students.

It feels abandoned compared with Hong Kong.

Your chest tightens at the thought of the sleepy fishing village. Hong Kong was nothing like that now. There was a certain pain that came with knowing the world was transformed each time you lived. You thought of street food vendors whose names only you knew.

All that history you carried with you. The faces of people you’d loved. The memories of books that had not survived.

You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth.

In your mind’s eye, the ashes of the Snap were the same as the smoke of Tenochtitlan burning.

Druig sets his hands on your shoulders, “do you think they have an Instagram we can message?”

“Ha, very funny,” Dr. Strange walks in from a corridor, looking over his shoulder like a teenager sneaking out of the house, “do you mind if we move this into the laundry room. Don’t want Wong to interrupt us,” he says even as he leads the way.

“You were expecting us. . .Dr. Strange,” you state aloud looking for confirmation. It was a parlour trick for these sorcerers.

“Yes and no.” He whips his head, turning to you as he opens a door, “and please call me Stephan. Dr. Strange is grandiose even by my standards.”

“And the discount Jedi robes aren’t,” Druig says cocking his brows.

You elbow him, “look who’s talking.”

“My lady,” he holds his hand against his chest in mock offence.

You roll your eyes at him.

Stephan looks on, amused. “I foresaw the high possibility that you’d stop here. . .it the world wasn’t destroyed, if you both survived, if you chose to leave. There’s so many factors. A background in statistics is useful in the mystic arts.”

“Well that’s no fun.” You’d been hoping for less maths and more wand waving. In the news, it seemed so easy, just a wave of his hands and-TA DA.

“And neither is reincarnating,” Stephan snarks back, taking a seat on a laundry basket full of either robes or linens.

You purse your lips. “It’s not ideal. But not awful.” You never really remembered dying unless it was awful. That hadn’t happened in a while. No, it was more like being homesick for a time and place that didn’t exist but people struggled with that all the time. People moved so often in this century: never knowing when they’d go back home.

And that wasn’t even touching on displaced people. Millions of Sokovian refugees. . .

“So you're not here to get that fixed?” Stephan asks pointedly.

He must’ve decided to become a doctor by watching House M.D. Copied the whole schtick off there.

“I thought it couldn’t be. . .changed.” You frown, crossing your arms over your chest. You wish you could google this magic stuff. You didn’t like being so badly informed.

“No. The spell you cast can’t be modified,” Stephan agrees, “I’d have to break it and create a new one. Though granting any type of immortality is a big no-no in the mystic arts.”

“Which is why we’re hiding,” Druig infers.

Stephan Strange frowns ruefully, “I’m not Sorcerer Supreme anymore or it’d be my call. I still-I’m still going to help.”

“Right?”

“Earth needs all the allies it can get.”

“So not out of the kindness of your heart,” you surmise, feeling like a pawn. You’d never liked how Ikaris and Ajak had made you feel like a tag along. Like Druig’s human pet. It left a bad taste in your mouth.

“You don’t think you’ve lived long enough?”

And wasn’t that also true. You’d been lucky to witness so much. History and people and spend it with the man you loved, your soulmate, not just once but over and over. It was far longer than most people got. You’d told Druig something similar once.

What made you so special you deserved an exception?

“Oi,” Druig stiffens.

But this wasn’t his call. This wasn’t about him. Not really.

This was about you. You who was just another human having an unusual conversation with a peer. Often, you’d be the token human in the Eternals conversation and no matter how long you’d lived there was still something unique about the human experience that you could relate to Stephan Strange in a way that Druig and Sersi would never understand.

(You’d talk about this with Sprite one day.)

“I think I’ve been very lucky,” you acknowledge. “But all I want is this life. For however long that is. I think I’ve done enough reincarnating, y’know.” It had all been a cosmic accident you didn’t even remember creating. Had you been trying to save yourself and the magic came out like this? Had you meant to create another spell?

These memories were lost to you now. And they didn’t matter.

You were done with living again and again. You didn’t want to forget and remember and forget again. You wanted to hold onto all of you, your memories and thoughts and your muchness as it was right now in this moment and die knowing that was the end. Just like everyone else. (You were curious about what came after, if anything.)

“Okay,” Stephan smiles kindly. “I’ll help you. But- this’ll be it. No second chances. No next time. No do overs. You’ll be frozen in time. You’ll still have your magic, but you won’t age. You couldn’t ever have children. You’ll still be just as breakable as me and every other sucker in New York.”

“Alright.” You nod.

“You sure? I can always just break the spell.”

“I’m sure.”

He nods. “Well then, try and stand still. I need to concentrate.” Dr. Strange waves his hands in cyclical movements.

It’s like a buzz under you skin. Something’s happening, but it’s too foreign for you to understand what. The small cramped room fills with light.

You shut your eyes and count, steadying your breath. This was it.

By this time tomorrow you’d be in space.

It was crazy when you thought about it. No less crazy than Thanos and New York and falling in love with an alien.

1. 2. 3.

Deep breath.

***

Makkari waves her pointer finger in a circular motion, the most universal hand gesture for spin around.

You indulge her, “you’re acting like I grew another head or something.”

The speedster smiles, I am glad you are coming with us.

You grin, “you’re only saying that so I help you with your eReader. Or did you splurge on an Ipad? Wait, you probably stole it.”

Looking awfully mischievous, Makkari holds her finger to her lips, hush now. Didn’t happen if there’s no witnesses.

You laugh, figuring there were worse crimes than stealing from the Apple Store.

The Domo floated above head. Thena was all packed up and ready to go. You’d said your goodbyes to Sersi, Kingo, and Sprite days ago.

Now it was just about leaving. Leaving this green and blue rock you called home.

You bite your bottom lip. It had been hard packing up, mostly because you didn’t know when you’d be back. Clothes, essentials, a magic book from Dr. Strange. Saying your goodbyes hurt the most.

What would Sprite look like at twenty? You were so used to her as an adolescent. Your siblings. . .

“We don’t have to go.” Druig reaches for your hand. “We can stay if you wish, my lady.”

North Dakota was gloomy today.

“I want to.” That was true. You also felt bittersweet at leaving this planet. “I want to see the stars. Find the other Eternals.” You meet his startling blue eyes, cupping his cheek. “I want to do all of it with you.”

He rests his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

“I know,” you nod, “just, give me a moment.” You squeeze his hand, before slowly heading towards Thena. You take your time, gazing over the landscape. The grass was brown and dead for the season. You're pretty sure it’s going to rain tonight.

It was frightening to say goodbye to everything you knew. It was frightening to begin a new chapter after so long. There’s security in the known, in the constant, and now that is gone. But you were ready for it. You were ready to begin a new chapter. You weren’t in this alone. You had Thena and Makkari, and the man you loved and that was all you really needed. The people you loved.

You look over your shoulder, watching as Druig hugs Phastos, ready to explore the stars.

notes: bookendings with makkari and druig at the end just like how the first chapter was makkari and druig mainly. im making up that dr strange timelooped reader’s physical body so shes frozen in time. idk. idk. he’s also like yeah mb this is important to the cosmos the way he connected the dots that tony start needed to live to defeat thanos. either way druig and reader get to have lots of sex on the domo after saving the world and thena forces makkari to organize her piles of stolen things. mb reader learns to use magic and starts being able to hold her own in a fight.

#a rose by any other name #druig x reader #druig imagine #Druig x you #druig x y/n #me @ marvel eternals 2 when!!!!

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an-ungraceful-swan · 2 years

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Official Kotlc Ship Tier Ranking!

Do your own here

No thoughts. Just Them

Fitz and Keefe - in love with Sophie? Nah. In love with each other. One of my favorite dynamics tbh

Sophie and Biana - an old favorite, my first queer ship that i kept. Absolutely adorable. I thought you liked my brother? Nope? <3

Sophie and Stina - should be my personality. Hekster is the best ship actually

Marella and Linh - fire water dynamic? The best. Powers you’re afraid of? “Additional training”? Mwah

Marella and Biana - they dated precanon no one can convince me otherwise

Sophie, Keefe, and Fitz - love triangle solved. Sophie has two hands. They are in love your honor

Sophie and Glimmer - I have a fic about this. It worked it’s way into my heart

Tiergan and Prentice - I thank @gay-otlc for this one. <2

I am your average enjoyer

Grady and Edaline - two words. Domestic fluff. (Also angst)

Maruca and Biana - I saw this ship as little miss perfect and was never normal again

Quinlin and Alden - and they were cognates

Cyrah, Prentice, and Tiergan - honestly a flex by Wylie to have three parents

Della and Livvy - qualden and dellivvy is mlm wlw solidarity

Stina, Maruca, Marella, and Linh - four horse girls of the apocalypse is iconic tbh

I could be intrigued

Keefe and Dex - I almost wrote something for this. It has to be done well or I don’t like it though

Fitz and Dex - Fitz sees it as friends to lovers Dex sees it as enemies to lovers and they are in love. It’s great.

Sophie and Keefe - I see the appeal, and I could be convinced it’s just.., meh

Fitz, Keefe, and Dex - interesting in theory. They all take dex’s last name

Maruca and Stina - nothing wrong with it, would love to draw it.

Marella and Stina - I would call them friends but I wrote about it and now it’s stuck in my head. Redheks for life

Tiergan and Alden - exes 100%

Cyrah and Prentice - the angst potential

Keefe and Tam - I dunno. I can appreciate it but it doesn’t hit the spot.

Fintan and Bronte - not my cup of tea but the dynamic tho. Never being able to be together, and being feared, lovers to enemies.

Kenric and Oralie - adorable. Wish we could see more

Fintan and Dimitar - an interesting ship. That’s all I’ll say.

Tam and Fitz - heheh titz

Linh and Glimmer - linh is salty because of glimmer taking her brother? No. She’s in love with glimmer and is jealous

Better off friends

Sophie and Fitz - I have an essay on this I promise. They really are ough

Dex and Linh - guys. Guys come one. They are friends

Bo and Ro - I have 0 feelings toward this and I want it to stay that way.

Marella and Tam - this feels like jamming two Barbie dolls together but worse.

Della and Alden - I would get front row seats to their divorce

Sophie and Linh - I don’t see it. Interesting in theory, in execution they should be friends.

Sophie and Tam - I am manifesting their friendship in stellarlune

Marella and Keefe - they are gay in opposite directions trust me Shannon said so

Why tho? You did this for what?

Sophie and Dex - one word. Cousins.

Keefe and Biana - this feels like a crime

Tam and Biana - this has been done well once, otherwise it just feels pointless

Marella and Jensi - like a two year old mixing cake and ketchup

Tam and Glimmer - this will happen and it makes my blood boil

I will fight these shippers in a dennys parking lot

Fitz and Linh - I don’t know why but this will be the death of me

Wylie and Linh - *singing* wylie is an adult. Wylie is an adult.

Stina and Fitz - I have seen this once and I immediately realized this person hated both of them.

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