#like if i am/become one of those people—in order to realize it i'm now gonna have to jump over this weird deferential mental barrier

[aeide-thea]

[internalized cissexism probably]

probablymaybe there is a maybemeaningful difference between people whose primary relationship to transness is ‘knowing for sure they want(ed) to change their bodies’ vs people (like me) whose primary relationship to transness is ‘knowing for sure they want to destabilize the idea that a certain kind of body automatically means a certain kind of gender’

(though like. that’s not a binary with no overlap! probably many/most of us in the second category also have at least some alienated/wistful bodyfeelings, that they might even ever take action about! god knows i really extremely definitely do! i just also have. a lot of barriers between me and even identifying what i want, let alone taking any action about it. [see also: lunch.])

but also i kind of think the weird self-deprecating urge to be like ‘😔 yes i promise i am aware of my cis-passing privilege and know it makes me Less Trans Than Thou really’ or whatever (which like. said so-called cis-passing privilege is situational and also upsets me even as it lends me certain types of safety [and removes others tbh! like. when i get read as a queer woman it’s. really not always a positive vs being read as a maybeiguess boy/man!]) is. not really in fact all that helpful and actually kind of strengthens pretty cis ideas abt how gender even works and abt how natural and dominant the cis framing is, such that like, if it’s at all conceivable to round someone down to basically-cis it’s appropriate to do it—that it’s got such strong gravity you gotta achieve escape velocity or else be stuck in orbit around it forever. whereas i’m really quite deeply invested in the idea that like. essentially the same gender experience is potentially viewable thru a variety of lenses, and we ask the person involved which one(s) feel(s) best to them, and what they say is what we go with, not what we decide we think about their body or their trajectory or their peer group or whatever else.

(anyway. nothing new here really i just like. have no bolstering so i gotta keep shoring myself up.)

#like part of me definitely is like #'the people who have experience of medical/surgical transition or at least Know they want it r the Real Trans Ppl' #and i just think like. this is truly SO deeply unhelpful to me #like if i am/become one of those people—in order to realize it i'm now gonna have to jump over this weird deferential mental barrier #that i've erected for myself that says i'm Not one of them #when like. again. whether you Are/Aren't? not i think in fact a binary #and also like. ultimately the people who have experience of medical/surgical transition are... the people who have experience of that #that's all. which is not nothing! but is also not‚ like‚ the entirety or even essence of What Transness Is. i don't think #blegh. idk. feels like i've got an eternal festering wound like the fisher king or philoctetes or whoever you like #and periodically i just. express some pus. unclear whether this accomplishes anything besides like. spreading the pus around #(probs a whole conversation here abt like. the way i've reached for physical metaphor to make my feelings sound real) #(when my feelings are *about* whether i have to express my feelings physically for them to be real) #god. okay. enough for now. #what is gender we just don't know #feelingsblogging #the psyche #(okay no one last unoriginal thing which is that it doesn't in fact help that the gender i want to pass as doesn't exist) #(or anyway doesn't in fact exist as a single coherent concept) #(like arguably i'm already passing as it‚ only what 'passing as it' looks like is 'getting violently fractured into disparate shards') #('and then having ppl pick whatever shard best fits the cis binary paradigm for that situation') #(which uh. is not actually super heartening. somehow.)

[yepthatsacowalright]

In a platonic and intellectual way I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure right now. The Danels (Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert, creators of Everything Everywhere All At Once) just did a talk at SXSW. It's called 'How We Pulled Off Everything Everywhere All at Once.' Except as soon as they got on stage, they announced that they've already given that talk several times elsewhere, showed QR codes to watch those on YouTube if you're interested, and then pivoted to talking about so much real shit about humanity, inequity, climate change, the past, the future, now, storytelling, art, paradoxes, self-care, religion, addiction, AI, etc. instead that I still feel my brain vibrating about it. Some highlights (that I probably transcribed poorly but tried my best): "The earliest cultures, a lot of them, all around the world, believed in animism. And for those who don't know, [animism] is this belief, this story that they told themselves, that every living creature, rock, tree, river, had a soul, had a life. And a lot of modern people...kinda laugh at that, and think it's a little silly. But regardless of what you believe, that story was actually really beautiful, because it kept things in balance, right? There was this really beautiful relationship with the world around them. When we invented agriculture, we couldn't just force an oxen to drag a plow, because that oxen had a soul. And so we changed the story of the oxen and said, 'Oh, actually we're not all beautiful, soulful things. We're gonna lower the value of this one thing.' And you see this happening slowly throughout history, every new achievement. We've done it to the trees. The trees are incredible, beautiful things that provide food, water, shelter, cooling the Earth, giving us the oxygen we breathe, and we've reduced their story to $70 of lumber at Home Depot. And, like I said, some of this is necessary. Even the oldest cultures who believed in animism would kill, would chop down trees, but there was a narrative where there was grieving, and there was respect, and there was gratitude, and that has been lost. And we have slowly created an entire world where everything is disposable. Our shoes, our cars, our phones...we're all culpable, we're all responsible for this. But the worst part is we've done it to the people. And these devaluing stories, they become normalized and compounded through generational amnesia. And we slowly move the threshold of who is valuable and who isn't.

For instance, modern capitalism and the capitalist workforce only works if we are able to compel people to work, because we can't force them to work. And so we had to change the story we told ourselves, and say that your value is your job. You are only worth what you can do. And we are no longer beings with an inherent worth.

And this is why it is so hard to find fulfillment in this current system. The system works best when you're not fulfilled.

Which brings me back to AI.

There's gonna be a lot of people who are saying how amazing AI is, and it is. It's magic. It's probably going to solve cancers, probably gonna give us a lot of climate solutions. This is a powerful thing. But I'm really terrified of this new story we're gonna have to tell ourself in order to accept this new convenience, this new progress. ...to imagine what [AI] will do within this current system, within this current incentive structure...this is the same system that brought us climate change, income inequality, and the general lack of gratitude and understanding of our worth and the worth of those around us. And so one of the things I'm realizing we all have to be doing...is we have to really rewrite the system story, and center what is truly valuable." "We are addicted to a system. We know how to solve our problems, we understand what a lot of the solutions are, we just don't know how to actually have the will to do it. And so if you look at us, collectively, we are on step one. We are finally, after decades, admitting that there is a problem, specifically climate change amongst other things. And now we need to be actively thinking about, okay, what kind of stories are we gonna be telling to bring us into that second step?" HIGHLY RECOMMEND watching the entire 1-hour talk. I promise it does not feel like an hour, and it is 8000% worth your time:

#the 'oh you're giving us a Standing Ovation. i thought you were leaving! thank you' at the end <3 #at a certain point i had to start pausing to transcribe #because there was a quote here and there i wanted to grab for myself #and then i let it play like #'...oh' #'oh wait i'm just gonna... #'...i'm just gonna need to keep pausing and typing ALL of this i think.' #'like maybe the entire rest of the talk.' #and then i felt the walls of hyperfocus close in #came out the other end in the usual NEED TO PEE/HUNGRY/TIRED/I DON'T REMEMBER BEING ALIVE FOR THE PAST HOUR fashion #WORTH IT #storytelling #writing #humanity #ADHD #animism #ikigai #community #addiction #false dichotomy #AI #capitalism #SXSW #daniel kwan #daniel scheinert #everything everywhere all at once #eeaao

[sweatandwoe]

Blog Recommendations

Hello all, I decided to post a fic (coming out later tonight) to celebrate 2k followers, but also I wanted to recommend some blogs, cause 1. This other creators are amazing and 2. I wanna see milestone work

These aren't in any particular order and I'll put a brief blurb beside each one just to explain what they're about

@ink-and-dagger Ya know her, ya love her. Seriously if you're not following Inky or reading Drink with me, fool of a took. I'm gonna be following Inky into the end so if you're here for the long-haul be prepared

@a-gal-with-taste Gal has so many works, that it's hard to pick a favorite. But right now we're getting Flawed, and you should def check that out

@chickenparm You enjoy bastard blorbos? A variety of content awaits you here, with John Seed, Spike Spiegel, and Silco. I'm gonna be following Chicken for life, and with her writing skills, she'll get you to fall for new blorbos everyday

@vasiktomis also has John Seed content, but also has Marcus and Silco from Arcane (Vida is an excellent OC as well I wanna marry her AND have her punch me in the face). An artist and an author, they're amazing and also some grade A shitposts

@simpfiles Simp's headcanons are fucking high tier. Like same grade as fics I've read, have me staring at the screen and making (good) noises. Also incredibly funny with good takes A+ you should follow

@designfailure56 Design I love you, and you need to change your name to Design Success. With amazing designs for not only Silco x Reader fics, but Solas from DA art along with amazing DnD Designs, you should follow Design for some good art

@pomegranatebat They're a wonderful, tough funny lil guy. Bringing joy and shitposts to life, they also have amazing painting and animation skills. You should follow (and commission) them

@zkyfall amazing art, amazing fics. Funny and super nice. I have notifications on for when they post because I know it's gonna be amazing

@x-amount-verbs Helping Hand is becoming one of those fics where I know I'm gonna re-read it years down the line. A+ writing, super funny and kind. (You should also follow their main @onewhoturns)

@aromansoul love love love you Sharky, giving us amazing boxer Silco and that amazing Silco and Jinx comic. Gonna be following Sharky forever (and you should be too)

@insult-2-injury one of the funniest people here, I will continue to love her even if she wears a jiaper with some jorts overtop. An incredible fic writer too, and please check out the masterlist you will not be disappointed

@lemmielem WORKS WAY TOO HARD GIVING US AMAZING STUFF. Lemmie you need a day off, and a nice drink and to be read all the Silco fics, while we follow you around and fan you (because we're your fans)

@iseutz SUSU IS ANOTHER ARTIST AUTHOR COMBO. Writing beautiful fic, drawing amazing art. I adore you, would marry 10/10 person

@of-the-argonath I MISS YOU SHER. COME BACK. Writing incredible fics, such as a Dragon Arcane fic, and Love thy Neighbour, I am swooning and in love. Go read it

@kikorenart following for life. Kiko's art is beautiful, and your art with Silco is so inspiring, I got some stickers of it. Also creator of some of the most cursed art I've seen, love you <3

@lemonmancer another artist who needs to be fanned and adored. Drawing not juts Arcane, but Resident Evil too with the magento husband. Fanastic art, and also wrote some amazing x Reader fics

@six-feet-sleep fun fact, I didn't realize until like I went for a re-read Six wrote a fic I commented on and replied to me, long before I actually met her. An incredible author, one of the funniest authors I've ever seen, along with being an amazing artist

@mazikomo Not only one of the best fic headcanons or writers, with new fic In too Deep, but also one of the greatest bakers the world has ever seen. Really likes beans too, if you like em

@astudyincontrasts have you read penance yet? Cause me and Inky review the chapters each time one comes out. Personal lil bookclub, they also have amazing Viktor x Reader and some boxer!Silco fics!

@dad-dumpster The Daddiest with the largest dumpy. Art is A tier, I'm never gonna get over with how you draw Silco's hair, and now stuff with the DBD guys. I have so many emotions about it (all positive ones) go follow em

@arcanescribbles though their name is Arcanescribbles, I'm gonna be following even when the Arcane stuff stops. their artwork is beautiful and I know it's gonna be in art gallery one day

@thesaltybuns CREATING SO MUCH ART FOR US! o7 thank you for your service, and letting us view all of your art. It's amazing and I'm lucky to know you Buns! <3 <3 (you can also see @thespicybuns for some other artwork hehehehehehe)

This is getting pretty long so I'm gonna list some other accounts if you like Silco stuff here below, you should follow them for the good good content (also they all seem very nice!)

@purpurniymstitel @ashc-drawing-art-corner @cuckconnosieur @deny-the-issue @steponmesilco @vinciwolf @silcobussy @tsukioreo @heydeerie @fic-heaven @witchypandamonium @sunofzaun @itstracker @ironandglass @lilli-chae @shahs1221 @agoutighost @dust-of-starsandlittle-hopes @silcoitus @perfectlywingedcrusade @flower-of-zaun @whooooshhhhhh

#I'm sure I missed some people #and I'm sorry if I missed you! #I'm very dumb but please go follow all these geniuses #its a me sweaty #there's also probably a lot of cross-following already but I wanted to still shout out cause I'm a lameo and want each of these blogs #to have more love

[capriciouscaprine]

good morning! food bloggin tiem!

I've gotten a LOT done on my paper so far so I'm proud of that, but my fear is cutting it all back out again due to length, plus I really need 5-10 more references from 2019 or sooner and so far both papers I've referenced do not fit that

how am I supposed to stay under 45 pages double spaced when I also have to have 25 recent references in my lit review AND have a comprehensive analysis of my intervention and its effects on my students??? (then again, I am the type of person who doesn't understand how people can fit journaling into their morning routines bc I'll fill PAGES once I start writing)

I had my yogurt bowl and coffee for first breakfast (~200) and then homemade waffles from my mom that I had in my freezer for second breakfast ~4 hours later (proud of waiting that long, too!); had a coffee with a single serving of caramel cold cream from a spray bottle on top, and wow is 10 grams of that not a lot; I had to add an extra splash of milk to actually enjoy my coffee after all; waffles (two squares from one of those four square waffle makers, with margarine and sugar free syrup) and coffee all together were ~300, and I ended up not finishing them bc I was full!! (not gonna subtract any tho ;) )

which, while I feel full, it's like my need for taste sensation isn't satisfied yet? I'm going to have water with mio 0 c sweet tea flavoring added, which I've been trying and seems to work well; I guess I'm going to become a flavored water person??

my meal entertainment today has been annika's leaf vlogs, which are the perfect blend of aesthetic and realistic; yes, her breakfast is instagrammable and her gym sets match, but she still has to clean up crumbs and there are random vegetables smashed into the mats she has to avoid?? I mention her here bc I had a mini revelation: she went with a friend and got fancy 'coffee' (barely) drinks and cake from a cute cafe, had SOME of her drink while there, and then TOOK THE CAKE HOME FOR LATER

she didn't even try it at the cafe; she featured it next to her drink at the cafe in the vlog, and that was it! maybe this seems obvious to everyone else, but it never occurred to me that while yes, I can get the fancy cake from the cafe an hour from my house while I'm there with a friend, I don't have to eat it right then and there!!! sometimes I'd get nauseous feeling like I HAD to try and eat what I ordered wherever we were even tho I wasn't really hungry, and I didn't even realize this was an option!!

I feel like this is a holdover from being a kid; you HAD to get whatever it was right then and there with your mom/aunt/whoever bc who knew when you'd get to go back, but then my family at least would judge you for being wasteful if you didn't finish it NOW; I feel like this might be different for someone with a different family or regional culture, but food as a souvenir really was not a thing in my family, and now I'm understanding how that may have impacted my long term relationship with food: order everything you like the taste of NOW, bc you might NEVER get to have it again, and if you don't finish it before you leave that's WASTEFUL (and yes, we were a 'clean plate club' household, how did you guess? lmao)

I don't think I'll be able to address this aspect of my relationship with food until I've sorted out my finances (aka gotten a better paying job) and have more free time to go to these fun food places regularly and prove to myself that yes I can go back whenever I want so there's no need to gorge myself right now immediately

ugh, I wanna finish this paper but I don't want to go back to working on it ;_; ;_; ;_; I guess I could load the dishwasher at least??

#cc og #the slimmening

[evilgoosegoose]

Just gonna dump stuff about my favorite au (my sick au)

First off, I'm probably gonna change the name to either something more poetic, or something more straight to the point and less connected to fluff,

Second, the "sickness" isn't actually a sickness, it causes the affected people's health to decline for a few days before picking back up, but it isn't actually a sickness

Third, Demi girls and Demi boys should be referred to as Gender Halfas in the Phandom, yes I know most demi girls and demi boys aren't perfectly halfway in and out, my own girlfriend is a demi girl (she/they for them btw) but I just think it's hilarious and fits our theme of puns and gender affirmation

I'm not gonna keep numbering these, I'll end up having two number 7s and completely skip over so many numbers, I know myself

Get ready for an army of worldbuilding paragraphs:

I realize that the way I set this up seems pretty sexist, but please I'm begging you, it's world-building, I spent forever watching horror/sci-fi movies and reading books to get a good grasp on how different hive minds work and took note of differences in how each gender orientation works as the monarch of a hive mind, heck I even studied the Taken from Destiny and Apothecary Gary from Amphibia. If you truly want to get mad, get mad at the media industry for making even organic hive minds with monarchs at the top (similar to ants) oddly sexist.

I may not be willing to do ten minutes of research for a school project and actually use it, but I'm fully willing to spend well over 48 hours collectively taking notes and studying hive minds for something barely 7 people are gonna see

I will refer to the "sickness" as S for now

S is actually a hive mind, how it assimilates is dependent on what gender (GENDER NOT SEX) orientation the monarch has

if they are nonbinary (outside of female or male, gender halfa's do not count as non-binary enough for S, though they are completely valid I am just lazy af and don't want to make 17,000 different approaches to hive minds thanks)

they will be chaotic and unpredictable, they'll assimilate everyone who gives their consent without malicious intent, and as many bigots as they can purely to put them at the bottom of their hive's food chain, they're fairly obvious, and give off cult vibes, but other than those typicals, it's anyone's guess as to what they'll do.

females will be more aggressive in their approach, assimilate as fast and as many as they can like they'll die any second, all in their hive's acting similarly to zombies, it's not hard to spot them and it's obvious from the moment their health picks back up.

males are fairly sneaky, quietly spreading their influence until it's too late, you either have to be incredibly observant or know the person very well to be able to notice, as well as not making it obvious who's the monarch after their hive is discovered.

The monarchs and those directly below them (assimilated partners and blood children if they have any) are the only ones affected by S capable of utilizing special hallucinogens that are a certain type of ecto to control those they have not yet assimilated or infected with S.

How do they use these hallucinogens to control people you ask? allow me to explain;

You know the fear gas from DC?

if you don't it essentially is utilized by one of Batman's rouges, Scarecrow, to distract anyone in his way, as it causes afflicted to become intensely paranoid, fearful, and hysteric, and can even be specialized to target certain fears, even ones the affected may not have previously had, like a fear of heights or a fear of the dark, though it can be cured.

it acts similar to that, though it is completely specialized to the person, made to order if you will, for some, especially someone the monarch has personal connections with it will target people's wants, giving them things they want, such as a sweet treat, or the promise of sleep if they just walk a little bit further, or just do this one thing. however if the monarch does not like them, or if they are resistant to temptations, it will target fear, anger, or sadness, usually attempting to activate the fight part of their fight or flight instincts,

If you break someone out of their hallucinations they will quickly come to their senses, however it will stun the monarch for 45-60 seconds.

Monarchs are prone to biting, this is for a variety of reasons, one of which is based on a practice some group performs, I don't remember who does it, nor do I remember the specifics, but the gist of it is that if another's blood is mixed with your own, or ingested you are significantly closer to that individual, another is preservation, when a monarch senses that S is about to leave their body, or that they are close to death they will attempt to pass it on to continue their hive, another is because ghosts are violent creatures by mortal standards because of their virtually indestructible bodies and one of the most common emotions to die around in large quantities is rage, and light biting and non fatal bites are both a show of trust and a show of respect, as it shows they will not latch on and go straight for the core, and that you will not attempt to harm them.

Halfa S monarchs are very aware of this and will do everything they can to show their respect loved ones via very light (by ghost standards, by human standards it's like gnawing on something absentmindedly kind of bite) bites on their hands or arms, never the neck or anywhere where there are vital arteries to avoid accidentally biting too hard and killing them.

As much as S monarchs are cunning and powerful, they also rely on instinct heavily, causing lots of purring when it comes to loved ones, and growling and hissing at disliked things, as well as random attacks and spur of the moment changes in activities

in order of most resistance to instinct to least resistance to instinct the monarch types go:

Non-Binary, Male, Female

gonna do a bunch of stuff on this later but for now Imma sleep cause I am tireddddddddddd

#danny phantom #danny fenton #danny phantom au #sick danny #infodump #idk what i’m doing

[dragongirlmesilune]

Stealing Fire

(I wrote this for my friend @ibrithir-was-here it's based on their Endless Heirs AU, plus the recent 'The Sandman Universe: Nightmare Country' comics, which I feel would fit into their AU quite well, as it seems a certain golden eyed anthropomorphic personification is messing with their older brother YET AGAIN. Also, Daniel is about 18 in this.)

The last thing Madison Flynn remembered was her dead friend Kells snapping her neck on the orders of two murderous gimps, while said dead friend was being stabbed by a man with teeth for eyes who was apparently not only a serial killer, but also a dream, and now she was in some unending white void, probably dead, and her only remaining friend Robbie would probably be joining her momentarily.

She was pretty sure the situation could not get any weirder.

She was quickly proven wrong.

"Um... Excuse me? Madison Flynn?"

She whirled around at the sudden voice- and came face to face with a guy about her age.

Or, at least, it had the general shape of a guy about her age.

It- he, really, was white, unnaturally white. From his skin to his hair (which seemed to float about in defiance of gravity) to the robe he wore, everything about him was as white as a piece of paper. The only exceptions were the emerald that hung from a chain around his neck, and his eyes, which were black voids dotted with pinpricks of light.

Stars. Madison realized.

He has actual fuckin' STARS inside his fuckin' EYEBALLS.

The being seemed to notice her discomfort and took a step back, a slightly worried look on his face.

"You- you don't need to be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you..."

It took her a moment to find her voice. "Am... am I dead?"

"Unfortunately."

"Are you death?"

He snorts a bit at that. "No, I'm not Death, thats my auntie. I'm Daniel. Cori asked me to talk to you."

It took Madison a moment to realize who he was talking about. "The Corinthian?"

"Yeah. He kinda works for my Dad, and he asked him to save you. Except, Dad is a bit... intimidating, so he decided to let me do the talking instead."

"Who... Who exactly is your Dad? What exactly is he?" Madison had a feeling the answer was going to be something big.

Daniel smiled gently. "Dad has a lot of names. Lord Shaper, King of Stories, Kai'ckul, Onerios, The Sandman... the name he uses most often is Morpheus, but his true one is Dream of the Endless. As for what he is... well, I think of him as a very polite Lovecraftian eldrich horror- insanely powerful, but you can't perceive his true form because your mind would melt into goo."

"I... see." Madison said, even though she really didn't. "And what does that make you?"

"I'm... complicated." Daniel scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "You ever seen that movie Wolfwalkers, where the people's spirits become wolves while their bodies sleep? I'm kinda like that, except instead of a wolf, my spirit turns into... this." He gestured to himself.

Madison was silent for a moment, before she finally responded. "So which one of you is responsible for those bullshit dreams about my middle school bullies apologizing to me?!"

"Actually, neither of us is." Daniel said, his voice grave. "And that's a huge problem."

"What do you mean?"

He sighed. "Whenever a being dreams, they come to a place called the Dreaming. But when Dad examined your body, he discovered you hadn't been there since you were little. Somehow, something has taken your ability to enter the Dreaming and has been feeding you false dreams in its place. And this 'Smiling Man', this waking nightmare you keep seeing who looks a little like Cori? Neither Dad nor I made him, and we've literally made every dream and nightmare there is. And it isn't just you either. There have been at least fourteen other people who've seen the Smiling Man- and most of them have died horribly in the past six weeks. Cori wants to hunt it- and whoever is behind it- down, but he wants your help doing it. I'm probably going to be coming along too, just so he doesn't start eating eyeballs again. And before you ask, no I won't be looking like this, like I said before, I'm a human when I'm awake."

"So, my options are to help a serial killer and a demigod solve the mystery of my death or just like... fuck off to heaven or something?"

"Pretty much."

Madison thought about it. From what Daniel had said, someone had been messing with her head for a long time, and whoever had done it was not only responsible for her death, but the deaths of multiple other people and judging by the way they had torched her dormroom and butchered Kells, they didn't care about collateral damage.

She had every right to rest in peace... but she couldn't.

Not when innocent people were dying and she could do something to stop it.

She stuck out her hand. "I'm in."

"Great!" Daniel said, grabbing the offered appendage. "Now hold still, I've never made a once-living person a new body before, and I don't wanna mess up."

"Wait- 'New body'?!"

Everything went white.

-------

The door to Limbo opened, and the Prince of Dreams stepped through, into the bloodstained living room where his Dad, Matthew, and the Corinthian stood waiting amongst several sleeping humans.

"So?" Dream asked.

"How did it go?"

Daniel smiled. "See for yourself."

There was the sound of wings, and a raven came to land on the floor. Unlike Matthew, however, this bird had plumage as white as Daniels robes. The raven glared at Daniel with black eyes for a moment before opening its beak to speak in Madisons voice. "You could've said I was gonna come back as a bird!"

He shrugged. "Well I couldn't exactly bring you back in your old form could I? Walking around with a dead person tends to draw unwanted attention, and this way you can go between the Waking and the Dreaming without my help. Plus, now Matthew doesn't need to run himself ragged trying to keep an eye on both me and Dad."

"Well I still would've preferred a warning! And who's Matthew?"

"That'd be me."

Madison let out a squawk of fright as she laid eyes on the tall, eerie figure of Dream, swathed in night colored robes with flame-licked edges and with an omen of death perched on his shoulder.

No wonder he let Daniel do the talking.

"Madison, meet my Dad, Dream of the Endless, and his raven Matthew."

"Hi."

"Greetings, Miss Madison." Dream nodded before looking at his son.

"She is white, Daniel."

"Hey, it was my first time! And I think I did a pretty good job, all things considered."

"I was not criticizing your work, merely stating a fact."

"Uh, my Lord?" The Corinthian said.

"I don't mean to alarm you, but Agony and Ecstasy are gone."

Sure enough, despite Dream having put them to sleep, both murderous gimps had vanished without a trace.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Daniel shook his head in disbelief.

"Interesting..." Dream mused. "It would take a considerable amount of power to recall them without my notice."

"Narrows down the suspect list, I'd imagine."

"Indeed. I suggest we return to the Dreaming for now, to formulate a plan of action."

"Sounds like a plan to me Dad."

"W-Wait! What about Robbie?"

Dream shook his head. "I can do no more for him, unfortunately."

"If its any consolation, he'll probably think this was all a dream." Daniel said.

"Hes holding my dead body!"

"... mostly a dream."

"Enough. It is time we leave. I trust you will be right behind me, Daniel?"

"Of course Dad."

"Good." Dream pulled a worn leather pouch from within his robes and opening it. "Corinthian, Matthew, with me."

"Of course, my lord."

"Sure boss."

Sand began to swirl about the three like a tornado, engulfing them completely until it stilled, revealing an empty space where they had been moments before.

Madison just stared. "... wow. That was... something."

"You get used to it." Daniel said, tilting his head away from his left shoulder.

Madison let out a caw and flapped her wings, steering herself towards Daniels open shoulder. "It's funny."

"What?" The young demi-Endless asked as she settled herself.

"I just remembered an old story I heard about a white raven." She said as he pulled out his own pouch.

"Apparently Raven was originally white and had a beautiful voice, but when the gods took fire away from mankind, he flew up to the sun with a twig in his beak to bring it back. His feathers were charred black and his throat was half cooked, but he returned to earth a hero."

"Well then," Daniel smirked as the sand began to swirl around them.

"Let's go steal fire from the gods."

#the sandman comics #the sandman

[mejomonster]

So I'm reading Moving Forward Through the Flowery Night. And I imagine this is a reach, probably, because I'm guessing npss may not think too deeply about paralleling characters to monster plots (but hey maybe he does I don't know), and because this isn't a danmei I'm going to assume blatant lover parallels aren't meant to be read Quite as literally as I'm about to. But (chapter 4):

If a pair of lovers are about the same age, they usually don’t think much about who will die first unless one of them is sick. And unless they are already too far apart in age, they won’t be separated by death for too long.” Xie Yuchen looked at the female corpse, “If those two people know that they can’t stay together for life and one of them is destined to leave early, they’ll take risks. So, the two want to become immortal together in order to seek eternal love.”

The female corpse still didn’t move, so Xie Yuchen continued, “When I observed everything just now, I noticed that something was wrong. Your lover, who was floating in the air, isn’t an immortal corpse but an artificial skin. It’s filled with cicada wings, which makes you think that he has the aura of an immortal.”

“You wanted to become immortal with him, but you didn’t realize that he didn’t want to be with you forever. Looking at your age, you must have been in your twenties when you were buried. You, a naïve girl, thought that an old man would have the courage to fall in love with you forever. But you were deceived. After you died, you were transforming into an immortal for your eternal love, but he had already passed his life happily and was reincarnated,” Xie Yuchen said. “And he was afraid that after you became immortal, you’d retaliate against his descendants, so he even sent you here to prevent you from transforming.”

So uh. Reading WAY too much into this. The parallel is: Hei Xiazi is the older man, Xie Yuchen is this woman, and it's a bit funny he's telling her the reality of her situation given it's technically his. Xie Yuchen and this woman "love" an older man (Hei Xiazi), wants to find some way to be together with him long term, he doesn't want to be with them forever (potentially in Hei Xiazis case). And as a prediction of future plot: hei xiazi may wish to die and leave xiao hua behind, and/or wish to do something to Prevent Xie Yuchen from becoming immortal like him because he doesn't want Xie Yuchen to share this fate.

Now. I'm not saying thats how the plot is Gonna go. This all could mean nothing. But I AM saying oh it sure would be fun if it did and at some future heihua point Hei Xiazi tries to sabotage Xie Yuchens attempt to become immortal, or tries to leave him behind/cut him off, and I can look back and go dang GREAT opening monster scene it paralleled their future arc So Well.

#dmbj novels #heihua #meta #moving forward through the flowery night #knowing npss even if i WAS right the love is ambiguous AND #the actions i expect based on this parallel probably wont happen for a few more books #lb

[beck-a-leck]

Woke up with a fanfic idea. Fighting the urge to start writing it bc I have too many WIPs already. Would much rather just read that story. Not sure if anyone's done it tho. Anyways. Anyone know of any Star Wars AUs where Padme is never Queen/Senator, but is just always a handmaiden? Like a roleswap AU with Sabe or something along those lines. I have a mighty need lmao

Making a new post bc I want it to show up in tags lmao

Anyways.

After a non-exhaustive search of AO3 I could not find any fic with this AU, so being the absolute clown I am, I had to write the story and pick up another WIP.

I wrote over 7k this afternoon and damnit I'm gonna share something (it got a little long, so most of it's below a cut)

Have some Handmaiden Padme Naberrie to Queen Sabe Amidala Roleswap AU!

There was a long argument when they were forced to land on Tatooine. Sabé wanted to go with the Jedi, see what life was like on this Outer Rim planet. Panaka absolutely refused. He would not let the Queen go wandering around unsupervised on a Hutt planet, even if the Jedi was also with her. Too much could happen, too much could go wrong. The Jedi wanted to go into the city alone anyway, he was used to this kind of work and negotiation. When Padmé volunteered to go in the Queen’s place, Panaka agreed reluctantly, knowing that even if he said no, his orders would be ignored anyway.

He'd rather know which handmaiden was where than have the girls pull the decoy routine behind his back.

So Padmé got to accompany the Jedi into town, observe his negotiation for the necessary parts to get them on their way to Coruscant, met a funny little boy who dreamed of visiting every star, saw first-hand the harsh realities of life outside of the Republic.

 But she also saw the love and kindness, the hope carried by people who had no reason to be hopeful other than the fact that it was all they had.

And after.

After appealing to the Senate, after realizing there was nothing that could be done except with their own hands, after forging alliances, exposing their decoy routine, taking back their own castle, battles, liberations, aftermath and healing and two long terms serving as the Queen’s bodyguard, double, and closest confidant, Padmé realized she didn’t know what to do with her future now.

Eighteen years old and facing a mid-life crisis.

Who was she, if she wasn’t Sabé’s handmaiden?

Sabé could still use her, still had need for close bodyguards, but the life of a Senator was less fraught than the life of a Queen, and Royal Handmaidens were no longer needed. Senators didn’t need decoys (they all assumed).

Padmé had some ideas, had some plans, but she was uncertain of their viability. Even still, with Sabé’s blessing she went back to Tatooine to search for the woman who had opened her home to strangers and sent her precious, gifted son off to become a Jedi.

Slavery was a scourge, and Padmé might not be able to end the practice single-handedly, but she still might be able to make a difference to some people.

She found Shmi Skywalker, recently freed, newly married to the man who had fallen in love with her and bought her freedom. Once again, Padmé was welcomed into Shmi’s home with little question. Padmé met Shmi’s husband, a farmer named Cliegg, and her stepson, a fourteen-year-old named Owen. After much careful questioning and a late-night conversation at the kitchen table over cups of tea, Padmé learned that Shmi was exactly where she wanted to be, and a knot of worry that Shmi had traded one kind of slavery for another loosened.

Shmi asked about Anakin, wondering if the handmaiden had heard anything about her boy since she last saw him. Padmé could only relay stories of Anakin’s bravery during the battle of Naboo, how he was instrumental in saving her planet, how he had been accepted by the Jedi Order. Beyond that, she knew nothing. She’d almost forgotten about the boy, and she wondered how his Jedi training was going. Maybe, she would ask Sabé to inquire, out of professional curiosity.

“I still want to help,” Padmé told Shmi. “I want to help other slaves. I know I can’t fix everything, but…”

“One person can make a world of difference to slaves,” Shmi concluded knowingly.

And she directed Padmé to the Whitesun family. They had been working for generations to get what slaves they could off Tatooine and into freedom. They could always use more help, people with ships and Republic credentials.

So Padmé became a freedom runner, smuggling workers, families, children, babies sometimes alone and parentless, into the sanctuary of the Republic. It was not easy work, or safe, it wasn’t steady either. Some years she only got a handful of people to freedom. But she did the work, assimilating into Tatooine under a false name, establishing herself there, making a network through the seedy underbelly of the galaxy. Sometimes it served to have friends in low places just as much as it did to have friends in high places. She made a difference. She changed lives for the better.

Sometimes she returned to Coruscant, when Sabé needed her, when things became dangerous and the Senator from Naboo needed a decoy once again. Padmé would always return when Sabé asked. She would have followed the Queen’s orders to her own death as a child, and as an adult, her resolve was only stronger.

They were twenty-four when the most serious threat in a long time reached Sabé’s ears and Padmé was called back into service. The galaxy was humming with threats of war and Sabé, ever the staunch pacifist, was ruffling feathers once again as old enemies moved in to oppose her. It was dangerous to be Sabé Amidala, so Padmé Naberrie stepped in, never far from her side.

When Cordé was killed, they realized the threat was closer than ever before, and additional reinforcements were called in at the behest of Chancellor Palpatine.

Padmé was not the only one surprised to see a familiar Jedi enter the Senator’s apartments, nor was she the only one to look up (and up) at who she last knew to be a little boy of nine years old. My had little Ani grown up over the years. Shmi would be proud.

There was some argument between Sabé and Padmé and the Jedi about the best way to protect the Senator, but eventually Anakin and Obi-Wan bowed to the expertise of the handmaiden who had been protecting the Senator for over a decade now. After all, the Jedi were there as additional security, not to completely rewrite all of the Senator’s security protocols. Padmé had already given them a thorough look and patched any cracks she found.

They had shared rooms, even shared beds before in the past, but time and maturity and distance had changed their relationship some, and when Sabé retired for the night, she didn’t want anyone, even Padmé standing over her in the dark. She never agreed to the security cameras the Jedi suggested, and Padmé knew she wouldn’t have, but she did agree to letting R2-D2 stand as sentry. Padmé and the Jedi would be just a moment away as they stood watch throughout the night.

After helping Sabé with her highly routine, as they had done a thousand times before, Padmé entered the sitting room to find the Jedi in the middle of an argument – or perhaps a lecture, judging by Anakin’s prickly mood and Obi-Wan’s mildly scolding tone. She’d overheard some things while she lingered in the hallway – ‘I’ve thought about her every day.’ ‘Be mindful of your feelings. We are here to do a job.’ – and she knew that they were talking about her. Anakin’s interest in her was obvious, his eyes never left her when they were in the same room.

His crush was… not entirely unwelcome, he would not be the first man to look at Padmé and fall head over heels, but it was uncomfortable. They’d been apart for so long and they both had a job to do. Sabé’s safety was most important, not whatever romance may or may not bloom between them.

The three sentinels settled in to wait out the long night. They traded small talk, sipped strong caf, inquired about how things had been over the past ten years.

#becky writes things #star wars #star wars fic #padme amidala #Sabe #royal handmaidens #got this is so rough. it's like what I wrote in a fevered pitch this afternoon #i'm sure its riddled with typos but I want to share it now. not after I edit it l #lmao. i'll probably come clean it up tomorrow #but for now I need to go to bed

[nakunakunomi]

Hi Hazel! I'm not sure when you plan on starting question of the week, but there are few questions I've always been curious about but for some reason never got around to asking. Hope you don't mind me asking them now :3

How did you get into Twst?

Who was your first favourite from Twst?

Who is your current favourite from Twst?

Sorry they're all Twst-related, it's the only fandom that I'm in 😅 I hope you have a great weekend! Remember to drink lots of water <3 - berry anon

Hiya Berry, how was your week? Any weekend plans? :D

Question of the week is still a WIP. I am currently trying to make a visual, but I want some questions prepped and I want a nice tag/title so people that don't want to see it can filter it easily, and that's where I am stuck a little.

I definitely don't mind any questions at any time really. I might get a little wordy again, so let's dive right into it so I can -hopefully- keep this from becoming an entire book again.

I had seen visuals of the game before (being a fan of Yana for Kuroshitsuji) on various social media. A friend had done a lil more research and said it was a game, but as of then, JP only. I think at that time, we both were assuming it was an otome game? When the NA version game out, I didn't know, since I wasn't really following updates anymore + it's not available where I live. Then @silenceofthecookies let me know it was out and she was playing by APK. I did not get it immediately, mostly because I *still* thought it was an otome game, and my interest in those had dwindled a whole lot. Downloaded it 2? weeks after release when I realized it was not an otome and have only missed 2? logins since, although most days I do little more than logging in and one or two rounds of lessons (unless there is an event / new story content). I am a little salty because none of my favorite characters are coming home with pulls ( ╥ω╥ ) Istg, if Fairy Gala Leona won't come home I am quitting the game.

Ehm, when it came to finding favorites, it was a bit of a blurr, having to go solely on *vibes* since I did not interact with the fandom yet. Purely visually speaking I felt mostly drawn to Idia, Leona and Azul right when I started the game? Idia is the one I picked for the first SR, hand in the mirror kinda thing.

When I started interacting with the fandom, and got more sense of the personalities, I liked a lot of characters more, with my current faves being Idia (still), Leona (still), Jamil, Kalim, Rook, Lilia and Jack? But there are no characters I really dislike, I just am more 'meh' about them and won't be pulling for their cards. I am a little salty about Azul cause I don't like his character a lot, but he decided to come home while I was pulling for the scarabia dorm cards. So now I have an SSR Azul dorm, which is arguably a very good and very desired card, but I just want... one of my faves. Just the one QwQ.

If I had known who I was gonna like at the time, I probably would've reset my first 10-pull (with the SSR guarantee) until I got dorm Leona, but at the time, I didn't know who was available, how the story was gonna go and who I was gonna like. So now I have SSR Ace, Azul and last week I finally got my pity pull from the standard showcase, only for it to be Deuce. Like i said, I will drag that dang lion by his tail for the fairy gala, as well as Kalim by his headband and Jamil by his ponytail. (・`ω´・) I am very very determined.

Finally, not that anyone asked for but if I had to choose a top 3 of fave characters, it'd probably be Leona, Jamil, Idia (mostly in that order, but it tends to shift depending on my mood). Irony is that they're all part of the three Disney movies I like most (that are featured in the game so far).

How about you Berry? Who are your faves? And sorry this became super long again haha.

#I will forever be salty about dorm Azul #but I also feel a little bit of guilt #cause I saw on reddit people spending copious amounts of reall ass money on that man #and him still not coming home #I am just spending my carefully gathered free gems #but no one is coming home either #why cant we trade??? #twst #berry anon #hazel speaks #get to know hazel

[mayssa-m]

" I wanna finally achieve all I dream about every single day, i wanna become the "me" that I'm picturing every single day, I wanna get the life I've been dreaming of n understand that the others who did it aren't any better than me, I want this same "every day" thought to go away, it's been stuck with me, I jus wanna be able to get it off my chest, I can't even focus in school anymore, I wanna finally get where I've been doubting myself to be as a kid n finally learned to love myself n believe in myself during ly teenage years which are supposedly a phase, I learned to love myself during the thoughest times n finally believed in myself, but I feel like something from the back is pulling me n while in school I can't stop thinking of that life, i don't seem like I'm overthinking, so nobody is stopping me from not focusing in class making my thoughts go deeper n deeper, I reflect so much to the point where it destroys me internally, I have so much inside of me, so much to say but as a quiet person I keep everything in n never communicate it with anaybody, n it jus stacks up over time n destroys me internally n there's nothing to explain as I myself cannot understand, there's so much that stacked up overtime that there no official explanation to anything, its jus even about the simplest stuff throughout the day, making a comment on any basic stuff would overtime prevent everything from stacking up, but I don't do that. Back to where I was, I just want to be happy, sitting down in school overthinking its jus my mind thinking of how beautiful that life would be n it jus seems like I need to act n work towards it n being right now sitting down in school, I'm wasting even more time I could've been working on acomplishing my one dream, but listen even when I do work towards it n finally start being proud of myself, I look around n see people living the life I'm dying to have n that only makes me realize how far I am, n then realize that they have done the same sht too n look at where they are, its jus they started working their way up before me n I know for a fact that they've been through a lot also whether it was when starting or during the process, tbh I know the first kick is always the hardest n then you find your way n levelling happens so smoothly, so if you find it tough, jus know that's the first level n that's what God puts you through at first so that once you've crossed this barrier then everything would becomre so much eaesier that you wouldn't feel any efforts you do anymore, n I felt that last week at some point where I felt like if I did the move my whole life is gonna change n I knew for a fact its jus time went by n that feeling faded away, it was jus foreshadowing so, I promise I'll make it happen. N to my family, mostly to my parents you guys would be the first to get rewarded, before anybody else, even before myself I'll make sure my family gets a taste too. Whenever I feel like giving up on anything I jus look around n see how hard my parents are working especially for me n it jus keeps me going to want to reward them even more cus no matter how much I'll do I'll never be able to pay back, and I promise I'll do it. I'm shaking I was jus crying but I know it's part of the lane I'm taking, so I gotta go through those things in order to get to where I want.

"

[maguro13-2]

Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt.25

Usagi : So...I killed you all of a sudden. And then I realized that someone has given you the device was probably Dark Nebula. I don't understand that why do you want work with Dark Nebula and take over the planet?

Darkside (Shingo Tsukino) : Because you and Yusuke Urameshi, b*tch! You killed me, you stabbed me in the heart and now I became heartless forerver and it's all because of you and those guys! I would've risked my life on stop Urameshi, but he and his pals beating me into sense like I'm some kind of jerkwad, so when Dark Nebula gave me a device that will easily turn you into Shotacon slaves, I was caught by the Toguro brothers and made them free you from my control! I wanted to become the nasty supervillain of my dreams! You would've stopped me if you ever see YYH crew thinking that they gave me justice to me! And now Usagi, prepare for the moment of your that I shall destroy with my bare hands for vengeance!

Usagi : W-What!?

Daroach : (with Dark Nebula's voice) Vengeance you say? Sorry, but you don't take orders to Sailor Moon and her Sailor friends. Only I, Dark Nebula will make them eternal slaves.

*DBZ SFX : ENERGY BLAST*

Darkside (Shingo Tsukino) : What the-!?

[Dark World ~ Hope and Despair - Takahito Eguchi]

Darkside (Shingo Tsukino) : No! Not you! You...You betrayed me!

Dark Daroach : I, Dark Daroach, is a combination of both Daroach and Dark Nebula himself! We are together as one, we are...POWERFUL! Farewell brother of Sailor Moon!

Darkside (Shingo Tsukino) : Curse you, Nebula! CURSE YOUUUUUUU!

*DBZ SFX : ENERGY EXPLOSION*

Rei : Unbelievable! Dark Nebula killed Shingo twice! Not a single light would restore your dead brother.

Minako : I...don't understand! What kind of villains kill their own partners!?

Makoto : Ask Vegeta, he will know about that!

Ami : Umm...Your welcome?

Rei : Whatever you are, we thank you for killing Usagi's brother that attempted to get his revenge. But please come out of that mice's body now!

Dark Daroach : Never! I will open the gate to the underworld and I become ruler once again! (laughs evilly and teleports away)

Makoto : Hey, wait!

Usagi : Dark Nebula, he finally showed himself to us for the first time.

(scene cuts to the girls naked at headquarters where they walking up to Ikuko)

[Lucia - Sota Fujimori]

Usagi : Mom.

Ikuko : Usagi. I heard about everything about your brother. Sweetie, I'm afraid that your brother is having a farewell to the family.

Usagi : What?

Ikuko : Yeah, that's what I heard. Can't believe that your little brother has done such a terrible thing that hid did to you and people are going to tell that they are gonna burn him for what he did to you. But now, he's gone, I guess you're the only one left in the family that I ever have. So that is why I am having a yard sale to sell all of your brother's belongings.

Usagi : All his belongings. You mean, he's not gonna be here in that house forever. So does this mean he'll never come back?

Ikuko : That's what I thought. Although, these incidents of dragging the Sailor Scouts like you are always a trap for thugs that men has committed a sin and I dearly paid my respects to Urameshi. With Shingo passed away, Guess I am the only one that will ever look after you and I will look after the house. I...I'm sorry.

Usagi : Oh, Mom. I understand now. But we gotta move on forward and live life to fullest, mom. (bows to greet) Thank you for looking after me. (hugs Ikuko and then they both began to shed a tear)

"Shingo Tsukino, brother of Usagi Tsukino...has died."

"Meanwhile back in the future of Sonic's world..."

Homura Akemi : No sign of Mephiles either. He just gotta be somewhere. But Silver did manage to beat the son of Amaterasu in it's first phase? I wonder what does his second form look like?

Maka Albarn : Hey, guys! I found another Emerald! I gotta give this to Sonic immediately!

Homura Akemi : Hey, do you remember what Shadow said before?

Maka Albarn : Yeah,right. What did he said about touching an emerald?

Homura Akemi : He said...(shadow appears behind them along with Sonic and his friends)

Shadow : Don't touch it!

Maka Albarn : *MGS EXCLAMATION MARK!* WAAAH!!!

[Confrontation with Iblis - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Homura Akemi : Hmph! So this is Amaterasu's son. Iblis.

Sonic : What? Iblis? This is Amaterasu's son!?

Homura Akemi : Just as I expected!

[Iblis (Phase 1 & 2) - Hideaki Kobayashi]

"IBLIS : THE FLAMES OF DISATER"

Homura Akemi : This is the creature that burned down your world. So I understand that the great cataclysm in shinra's world was only an attempt to give birth this giant flame creature that brought devastation to your world and Mephiles as well. Demon Vibe couldn't take his creation no any longer, so he ordered Shinra destroyed and made Amaterasu give birth to his son.

Shadow : Wait. Demon Vibe ordered Shinra to destroy his creation. He must've set Shinra set up to make it look like he defeated god. But to tell truth by that, there were no gods in the Ohkuboverse. They were all make believes in one's story, a story that is false to the real world.

Sonic : And I'm pretty sure that Time Whatchamacallit destroyed 50% of the Ohkuboverse and exterminated everyone including Shinra and lover Iris.

Homura Akemi : Don't worry! I got this! Alright, tough guy. You wanna play rough? I'll play it rough!

Sonic : You sure you got this? But is there somewhere to draw him in? We're only on foothoolds so this is a dangerous battle!

Homura Akemi : Nonsense! I got this! You'll see that a fire monster can't eve beat a singular girl like me and time there's no way he'll never stop me.

(Scene flips)

Homura Akemi : Yep. I had to beat him down! Told you I can do it! Well the name is very Islamic so I intended to do so. Not to mention it, Islam is not my cup of tea for Iblis to be in it.

Shadow : Don't get me on the wrong. So that was the First pillar's son, ain't it?

Maka Albarn : Amaterasu, the first pillar? Who could that be...?

*Heartbeat echoing+images flashing*

Maka Albarn : AAAH! (holds head in pain)

*Heartbeating+images flashing*

Maka Albarn : (responds) So, Amaterasu created a son after she was banished to Blaze's world and then suddenly, Blaze was born after the first pillar was sealed away.

Sonic : What!? So that's how Blaze got her Pyrokinetic powers? I remember seeing the first time of meeting blaze after the Black Arms invasion.

"Back in 2005..."

Dr.Eggman : You'll regret this! (leaving after being defeated in his Egg Mega Hammer)

Sonic : Hey, Eggman! *snaps fingers* Drat! Huh?

Blaze : That emerald belongs to me!

[Enemy or Friend/Leaf Storm Beta - Teruhiko Nakagawa]

Sonic : Woah! Who are you?

Blaze : Just an average princess from another dimension! (dashes off)

Sonic : Hey, wait a minute! What kind of powers do you have!?

(cuts to Blaze running through the forest)

Blaze : So, Amaterasu. Now that my plans are in motion, I wonder what should I become a use of you that might be?

Amaterasu/First Pillar : First of all, seal my son after you sealed me away. That's an order.

Blaze : Not too shabby. But if I would even talk to you, You would harly regret that Eggman Nega is nothing more to be ever put him behind bars once I eliminated him for stealing the emeralds. If I am facing Eggman in Sonic's world and if he is facing Eggman Nega in my world, I just believe that I got our archenemeis mixed up. So whatever, I will eventually meet Silver one day in the future 200 years. This should be interesting! (runs faster)

"Only the flames I can control are the Sol Emeralds I used."

"There will be nothing left for you once I seal your son away."

"You'll be wrong for Shinra once he sees you again!"

"In his dreams of course!"

~ Act 25 : Princess of the Flames ~

#sonic the hedgehog #super smash bros #kirby #puella magi madoka magica #kingdom hearts #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #mahou shoujo madoka magica #soul eater #fire force #nintendo #sega #sonic team #toei animation #viz media #dic entertainment #square enix #crossover #drama #comedy #dark comedy #horror #mystery #thriller #supernatural #fantasy #dark fantasy #science fiction #action #adventure #psychological

[krystlestasik]

An Introduction of Sorts...or technically a re-introduction.

I've had this blog for years and year; multiple times I've achieved basically large chapters of my life... mainly because I'm not the same person as I was then and I want to start a new chapter. I am a firm believer in growth and while sometimes you don't grow in the ways you thought or want to; it's still growth.

So here's my re-introduction and a summary of the story so far...

I'm 34, single, fur-Mom to two kitties; Harper and Zu. I lost my kitty Pepper last October... It was one of the hardest things I've gone through. Last year was marked by loss for me....I lost a lot. The biggest thing I lost last year was myself... A lot of things contributed to that fact and I'm sure the longer I blog the more I'll talk about those things and the implications of that loss in the present. I have to remember to quit looking back...as it it doesn't change what happened. I let the past tear me apart once before and I can't let it happen again.

I'm probably going to blog a lot about flying and my journey with becoming a pilot. Being in the air is one of the places that I just feel like everything is gonna be okay. It's peaceful to me.

I used to be a Hospitality Consultant and I had a business partner that I ran that with... Last year he was going through some personal stuff and I was losing myself and not focusing on what I needed to. In the end we made some huge mistakes that basically cost us some really big clients..the kind of clients we needed in order to keep doing it full-time to pay for staff and ourselves. After going through all the shit I was going through and didn't really have my heart or mind in the game I decided to give it up as my primary career. I had just burnt myself out towards the end and it was yet another thing that just wasn't making me happy anymore. In late November I went through some stuff that just....made me realize how unhappiness can impact trajectory...so I made the decision that I would strive for happiness and good health...so that's what I did. I now work for a pretty amazing company where I can use all my skills and also grow into different positions. I am sad I'm not my own boss anymore but in some ways I like it better...I never have to stress over how I'm going to pay myself or my employers and I don't have to work so fucking hard for basically the bare minimum. (That was the other thing I decided late last year...no more settling for the bare minimum) I don't have to keep having the same fights over and over again with the clients wanting results without being willing to make changes. So yeah, now I work for a company in logistics/aviation and I'm happier for it.

I have some really great people in my life...I also put some distance between me and people whom I love deeply but couldn't trust anymore, who didn't respect boundaries, and/or just weren't helpful at helping keep drama out of my life. I will never ever kick someone out of my life or not be a friend if they need/want me but I can put distance and boundaries into place if that's what needs to happen.

All in all...this is a small summary of me so till next time :)

#Reintroduction #Krystle #KrystleRose #Blog

[sashastarlight]

Day off finally :3

I'm so tired and ubset and pissy.

I guess I'm driving for two hours to get half my meds

Since my medical team can't, after 3 pharmacy requests, web portal requests, a long phone call and fax, and 3 personal messages to my doctor seem to secure just 5 mins for my doctor to write out scripts I'm cleared for I've been taking for years, literally my PCP I am just. I am just so excited to get home tonight after spending my whole day on this just to receive the message that they are finally conveniently ready at the worst time after two weeks of painful and shitty withdrawal. If it were just my HRT that is one thing, no this is antianxiety and antidepressants on a full dosage. Something you are suppose to go through 2-3 dosage reductions to ween off. Not just fucking stop when you are working 40 hour weeks back to back. Worse even the fucking pharmacy is hounding me to come pick up my meds despite half my order being unfilled.

Not to go full feral needy see your boss entitled customer about this. I GET IT. I worked in the medical industry, I literally worked helping with the same tech issues they are moving through. Things get really messy when you transferring over entire electronic systems. There are more important life saving priorities. But delaying medication refill for this fucking long is life threatening for me at this point. I've injured myself maybe 4 times in the last two weeks, nearly second degree burns, from how groggy my dexterity can be. Almost as much as I've gotten hurt on the job over the previous year. Just to show how out of sorts I am. Yet I have to Drive daily, I have to operate heavy and hot machinery daily, my ability to handle and digest stress is debilitating my ability to exceed at my job, which right now literally is my whole future and my life I have going for me. Since everything else is dead and in the past.

Ughh I'm sorry I just need to rant, I can't physically handle this much longer without just having breakdowns.

There are big positive notes here, I am really truly becoming much happier in my life. This fiasco is just hell and I need it to end before body boils my damn brain alive in its own fluids.

A best friend of mine took me out to dinner the other night because she could just tell how off key and struggling I was and Goddess. I just realized how many people weren't listening and brushing this shit off and I wish they could cognitively re-experience those little decisions and moments and then feel all of this crazy shit I've had my faced dragged through over the last two weeks just so they could understand. Like is it really that hard to think about others? I don't get it. I think about every last human being who walks through my coffee shop. I think about their day and how they are doing. I see when someone needs another person to reach out and I do so in the Fing coffee business. Not to mention the providing people with life saving, life changing medications business.

Ughhhhhhh, I can't wait until shits figured out and I don't have to deal with this garbage

Anyway this post was suppose to be about going to get a cup of coffee and saying it would be nice if any of my other friends had Thursday off to go get coffee with me idk, I'm just gonna go cry in my car for two hours~

#personal #sasha #;3; #me #tw meds #tw withdrawal #tw rant #tw medical

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HELLO, DARLING 💕💕 I'm here to bust in and ask for some sweet, sweet Twst fluff! May I have some Ruggie, Azul, and Deuce reacting to thier fem!s/o protecting them in a fight?? Maybe some dude trying to swing at them and their gf gets in the way and protects them! Pls give me the good, much love and you're amazing 💕💕💕💖💖💖

First request! Thank you so much honey I am always happy to provide some peak content~! I had way too much fun with this and it shows lmao but I hope you enjoy~! 💖 💖 💖

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Ruggie

♡ Ruggie’s used to stepping on a few toes and tails with his antics - he’s a little trickster at heart but it’s all in good fun, he swears! It’s just unfortunate circumstances that perhaps one or two people sometimes get caught in the crossfire of his schemes, never anything too serious, but enough to leave more than a few people grumbling about it by the time things actually get sorted back out. Rarely do things ever actually spiral out of Ruggie’s control, and even if they do, chances are no one stays too mad at him for too long...most of the time. The times they do? They tend to get a bit out of hand.

♡ When a group of students attempt to corner him on the way back to the Savanaclaw dorm, he isn’t even sure what’s got them so heated - they start cussing him out, ranting about how he must think he’s such a wise guy, getting so cocky and not knowing his place. He’s not phased by what they say at all, if anything he’s not fussed in the slightest and would probably make a comment about them coming up with something more original if he could get a word in their bickering. It gets tiring real fast, and Ruggie’s looking for an out before these guys have even finished talking.  

♡ Sure, he could use his unique magic in this situation, but given that it would only affect one of them and more than likely piss them off even more in the process, it wouldn’t do much to save his hide right now. Three against one hardly seems like a hard fight, but if Ruggie is even remotely concerned about the odds it doesn’t show for a second, instead - chances are, they’re just gonna yell it out of their system and then storm off so he can go back to what he was doing. Arguably, that just makes them angrier, and soon enough their heated bickering becomes thinly veiled threats, as though they’re trying to rile him up into instigating something - they want a reaction, an excuse to justify starting a fight, but Ruggie’s not naive enough to fall for that trick. 

♡ When he doesn’t, one of the students finally snaps, lunging forward and snagging the collar of Ruggie’s uniform, bunching it up until he can feel knuckles pressed against his throat and he has to tilt his head up to avoid the fist curling underneath his chin. As the other hand rears back, the laid-back smile on his face becomes strained, and Ruggie squares the guy with a pointed stare as though waiting to call their bluff on actually taking a swing. He doesn’t get the chance to find out, as in the next moment the hand’s gone from his collar and Ruggie finds himself looking at the back of a blazer as a new voice joins the scene - one that he recognizes.

♡ He can’t see your face from this angle, but he can hear the hostility in your voice as you square up to the three boys, standing to your full height as you curse them out and order them to back up, asking what the hell they thought they were doing to your boyfriend. And just like that, those three hotheads dissolve into cowering pups right before his eyes, all bumbling words and awkward shifting as they try to talk their way out of the situation they’d been caught red handed in. They’re doing a poor job of it, and you’re clearly not buying it as you fold your arms and fix them with a scowl, taking a step forward as you move to completely shield Ruggie from their view. 

 ♡ Ruggie can count the amount of times someone has actively gone out of their way to protect him on one hand, so the situation is as bizarre as it is entertaining. He feels a smug kind of pride at hearing you declare the word ‘boyfriend’, and hearing the anger in your voice is enough to convince him that it’s for the best to let you handle this whole thing. Still, Ruggie just can’t help but peek over your shoulder as you tear those guys a new one, shooting them a shit eating grin and enjoying the way that their expressions twist into grimaces, pissed but unable to do anything less they risk even more of your rage.

♡ All you have to hear is one of them mention ‘putting him in his place’ for your expression to visibly darken, and all three of them know that they’ve messed up at the sight of your face. You barely even have to feign lunging at them to get all three of them to bolt, just about toppling over each other as they flee down the corridor and round the corner, effectively vanishing from your sight. Even then you wait a beat, listening out for their footsteps until you can’t hear them anymore before you allow the tension to fall from your shoulders. Ruggie thinks that’s the perfect time to chime in, resting his head on the shoulder he was peeking over as he snickers.

♡ “Shishishi~! Did you see the way they ran? Talk about spooked!”

♡ You find yourself chuckling along with him as you look at him out of the corner of your eye, watching his expression carefully before you shift around to fully face him. The first words out of your mouth are words of concern, asking him if he’s okay and if they hurt him in any way. He’s quick to brush off any of your worries, giving you a non-committal shrug and assuring you that he’s fine - he’s dealt with way worse confrontations before, so it’s not skin off his hide now that they’ve scampered off. 

♡ You’re not entirely convinced, he can see it in your face as you regard him - you seem to want to press the question on those ‘worse confrontations’, but after a moment you seem to drop it. Instead, you reach out and attempt to straighten out his collar and tie, though both are still a wrinkled mess by the time you’re finished; even so, Ruggie seems to appreciate the sentiment, and that lax grin from before is back as he slides out of your grip. He’s still gotta get back to the dorm, but it wouldn’t hurt to have company on the way back, if his new ‘bodyguard’ wants to tag along~

Azul

♡ Azul’s no stranger to people’s ire - he’s gained more than a few enemies over time, having his fair share of scorned patrons cursing his name before he’d even enrolled at Night Raven college. He’s learned quickly to gauge whether someone’s just blowing off steam or if they’re a serious threat, and he learned even quicker how to deal with those situations accordingly; after all, it’s bad business if you’re busy being hounded by clients looking for a bone to pick. He’s got countermeasures in play, and a few backup plans if things become too dicey for his liking, but he’s fortunately rarely had to use them barring one or two troublesome incidents thanks to the Leech twins.

♡ Floyd and Jade have, of course, been a big help in handling these little confrontations whenever they arise, having nipped most of them in the bud before they’ve even had the chance to darken the doors of the Monstro Lounge, so there’s been a relative peace in the place when people are there to have a good time rather than try and start fights.

♡ Things come to a head when someone actually manages to slip through into the Monstro Lounge, and Azul comes out of his office to the sound of someone shouting his name in a tone that sets the precedent that this is not going to be a peaceful interaction. He sees their face before they even turn to face him - expression twisted up in anger and hands balled at their side as they glare daggers at the other patrons, as if trying to discern if the dorm leader is sitting amongst them. Azul recognizes them immediately, and, upon realizing that the twins aren’t present in the lounge, rationalizes that it’s up to him to smooth things over before they end up disturbing the other patrons and causing too much of a disturbance. And so he plasters on his most neutral, unassuming smile, and greets the new ‘client’, watching them whip around to face him as he steps forward to talk to them.

♡ Azul already knows what they want to talk about - of course he does - he’s learned to keep track of every face that passes through those doors and his interactions with them. And yet he allows them to talk, and get what they want off of their chest; talking to them like this isn’t going to get them anywhere, and it appears they’re more in the mood for yelling than they are for actually talking. So he allows them to rant, if only to calm them down enough until he deems them rational enough to listen to what he has to say; and after a moment this seems to actually have done the trick, as the yelling soon quiets down in frustrated grumbling, and the eyes once drawn to the scene from nearby tables begin to return back to what had previously caught their attention. That’s when Azul finally speaks, extending an offer to finish this conversation back inside his office - after all, he’s sure they didn’t come here simply to make a scene when there’s a peaceful resolution to be reached, right? 

♡ It’s with that thought in mind that leads Azul to a momentary slip in judgement - turning his back on the troublesome patron and begins to walk back towards his office, expecting them to follow him. Which they do, with a raised fist. He doesn’t hear them storm after him, but what he does hear is the gasps from onlookers as they watch the person in question rear back their hand, fist aiming right for the back of his head. It should have connected - afterall, they were close enough to have landed the hit, but it never comes.

♡ Instead, a sharp shove at his back has Azul’s stumbling, and not a moment later, he’s spinning around to see what’s going on and finds an unexpected sight. The patron’s sprawled out on the floor, cradling their face in both hands and swearing up a storm as they rock back and forth, nursing what looks like a solid hit to the nose. And towering over them is none other than you, blazer discarded and sleeves rolled up to the elbows as you shake off the hit from your hands, winding up your shoulders as you stare daggers down at his would-be attacker. It doesn’t take a genius to discern what’s just happened in the span of just a few moments, but Azul’s suspicions are all but confirmed when you snap at them to just try and punch him again - watch what happens, you dare them.

♡ Anger flashes across the patron’s face, and for a second Azul truly believes that he’s about to watch a brawl break out between this troublemaker and his girlfriend as both make a move to jump the other. Thankfully for all involved, they don’t get the chance to see that show, as not a moment too soon the twins are there to intervene and split it up before any real fight begins. Jade’s hands are on your shoulder, guiding you back gently but firm enough to ensure that he can pull you away from this fight if you try to push the issue; you reluctantly follow him as he backtracks over to where Azul is standing, still grumbling about it under your breath. Floyd, on the other hand, is all too eager to take care of the one still cradling their face, sporting the beginnings of a bloody nose as they’re hoisted up onto their feet and promptly directed to the nearest exit.

♡ Azul makes a note to deal with that person later - though he’s got a sneaking suspicion that the twins are already well on their way to taking care of that in his stead as Jade leaves to rejoin his brother once you’re standing face to face with their dorm leader. For now, he turns his attention to you, watching you huff and rub idly at the hand you’d punched with as the beginnings of an apology tumble from your lips. 

♡ You didn’t mean to get involved and cause so much of a scene, but when he’d turned away and you saw the person rearing back to sock him, you were up from your table and swinging without a second thought. You couldn’t just sit there and let him get hurt, what kind of girlfriend would that make you if you did! You’d never let him get hurt as long as you were around - that was okay...right?

♡ The passion behind your voice is enough to convince him that you mean every word, and you can see his expression soften a little as he takes your hand into his own, thumb brushing over the scuffed skin of your knuckles, red marks becoming visible as a testament to the force behind your punch. Your expression twitches with a flash of discomfort - looks like you’d underestimated the force on your hand; Azul’s not surprised, going above and beyond was a penchant of yours that had gotten you this far, and perhaps what had led to you worming your way into his heart in the first place.

♡ At your expression, Azul gives your hand a pat before taking a step back, using the hold to guide you. He certainly doesn’t mind the protective streak - in fact it’s a rather endearing trait, one that deserves proper compensation in return. But the first order of business is getting that hand tended to, and Azul makes that his priority as he leads them to follow him to his office, pleased when you fall into step with him and follow his lead. 

Deuce

♡ Honestly, with how much of a protector can be over his friends, Deuce is in desperate need of someone just as willing to square up for him. He takes their safety seriously, even though part of him knows that realistically they can all take care of themselves just fine if anything actually happened. That still doesn’t stop him from wanting to step in whenever things get dicey, especially whenever it comes to you or your friends, and that either becomes a sweet sentiment, or the bane of your existence depending on how many altercations this ends up dragging him into.

♡ Maybe it's because of this that a fight was bound to break out sooner or later, but for what it’s worth, this one wasn’t actually caused because of him - it was because of Grim. That feline had a habit of breaching people’s boundaries, and sure enough it was just a matter of time before things escalated into a fight before anyone even had a chance to figure out what had even happened. Deuce wasn’t around when it happened, but the sound of yelling had caught his attention and led to him looking into the passing hallway trying to figure out what was going on. He recognized some of the voices, he swears it, and sure enough he finds the owner of those voices right in the center of the hallway, a small circle of people getting into each other's faces.

♡ Both sides are yelling, and at the sight of Ace and Grim smack-dab in the middle of the bickering, Deuce finds himself getting in-between them if only to get the one guy waving his hands around away from his friends before someone got slapped. Almost immediately there’s a hand in his face, an accusatory finger jabbed in his direction as all that anger at his friends is now squared directly on him. Deuce feels himself getting angry the more this guy screams into his face, cutting him off every time Deuce tries to get a word in; it’s clear that he’s not going to get any answers from this guy any time soon, so he calls to his friends behind him, ignoring the shout of ‘Hey, don’t ignore me!’ directed at him as he does so.

♡ Deuce looks away for a second, talking to Ace over his shoulder to try and find out what started this whole thing in the first place, when he feels someone grab a fistful of hair and yanks. Pain blossoms through his scalp and he hisses, a hand flying up to snag the wrist of the guy and wrenching it forward, digging his fingers in to force him to let go only for the hand to grip tighter. There’s another sharp tug, and Deuce can see Ace and Grim diving forward to help him from the corner of his eye, their shouts of protest only seeming to anger the guy more as they round in on him.

♡ But someone else gets there first, and just like that the hand is being wrenched from Deuce’s hair and he hears something go sliding across the floor. Turns out it’s the guy, whose expression is a mix of anger and bafflement as he tries desperately to reach for something behind him - no, someone. There’s a hand wound into the back of the guy’s blazer, hoisted up enough that he has to arch to go along with the item of clothing. The guy tries to reach behind him, but every time another hand peeks out from behind him to swat it away with ease, eliciting frustrated whines when the guy realizes he’s stuck.

♡ Deuce’s face must be priceless as he takes in the scene, watching a familiar head duck out from around the guys shoulder and flash him a grin, giving him a thumbs up. He hadn’t even seen you in the crowd, did you jump in when you saw him getting hurt? A part of him feels bad that you’d seen it happen in the first place, but that’s soon quashed when you turn your focus back to the guy who’d swung, who by this point had lost the gumption to keep swinging and was now just waiting for you to release your grip.

♡ You give it a few more seconds for good measure, before you allow your hold to loosen and you step away, still giving the guy a cautious glance as you move to stand in front of Deuce, Ace and Grim in a protective stance. There’s a beat of tenseness, waiting to see if the fight is going to start back up again, but when the group starts backtracking, retreating to who knows where else, it’s clear that at least for now things have been resolved. And with that out of the way, you turn your attention back to the boys, sticking Grim a pointed stare as you huff out that you’re talking to him about this later. 

♡ Then you turn your focus over to Deuce, and he immediately straightens up under your attention waiting for some kind of comment about the confrontation, or maybe a warning for him to be more careful. You take his face into your hands, and though confused, he follows along with your movements as you urge him to look down; he doesn’t know what you’re doing until he feels a hand smooth through his hair, easing the tousled hair back into place as you ask him if it still stings. Your tone is soft, and Deuce finds himself flushing as he hurriedly reassures you that it doesn’t hurt - it’s fine, really! You’re not entirely swayed, but the moment is broken when you hear Grim make a gagging noise telling you to stop being so weird. And just like that your attention is back onto Grim again, fully prepared to choke him with that damn bow as Deuce straightens back up, carding a hand through his hair and trying to will away the pink flush beginning to rise to his cheeks.

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We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo​ Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card

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Okay. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna take the leap and say: Phobos is the victim (sorta).

Quick disclaimer: I am going to abuse plot holes and cartoon logic for my cause in a very nitpicky way. If you dislike that, I can completely understand, and I hope this warning will save you a lot of reading.

Also, this won't go into just headcanon territory, I'll put those in a separate post. Everything here I'll try to keep based on actual information from the comics and what I made of them.

That said...

Let's take a look at this scene:

(for a quick translation of the important part, the mother says: "No, Phobos, Meridian is meant for your sister. That's the law. The crown is hers.)

What we can see here are a few very important things:

1. Phobos is at most 5 years older than Elyon.

2. The name "Phobos" is not an edgy nickname he gave himself. Five-year-olds don't go around calling themselves Phobos. So his parents, for some reason, gave him that name.

3. His mother is very adamant about him not even touching the crown and reminding him of his sisters' birthright.

So, after establishing what I would call more or less facts, what else can, relatively savely, be deduced here?

- Since Elyon never noticed anything weird about herself, she can't have aged slower than earth children. So neither can Phobos. This would mean that, as she was kidnapped after her mothers death as a baby, he would have been five. So, he either tried his best to rule at age five, or the council we see as Elyon rules stepped in for him for a while

- this would then mean two things: we need an explanation as to why Miriadel, Alborn and Galgheita fled explicitly from Phobos (I'll give my explanation a bit further down) and second, Phobos' reign of terror wasn't even thirteen years, and a lot of that time he was a child/teen and could not even have been mature enough to rule.

- This also means that Kandrakar pulled up the veil when Phobos was at most five, likely younger, and that the so called "Seal of Phobos" also existed at that time, as both the veil and the seal are seen in the flashback depicting Elyons abduction. For Kandrakar, this, too, I will try to explain soon, but as for the seal, I find it most plausible that the theory @ror-witch used in their fanfiction, of the seal being a royal heirloom and named after each ruler, is true.

- His and his mother's relationship was neither as bad as some assumptions go, but neither was it that good, probably, or at least it wasn't in his perception. See how his memory is of her cradling the baby the entire time and talking more about his sisters birthright than about what he has/can do? Yes, it's only a short memory, but I think it's clear that it's a summary of what he remembers of his mother.

- Phobos desire to rule Meridian does not stem from something deeply sinister, but rather from a childish spite. Five year old Phobos probably just wanted the crown cause it looked nice and shiny, and he was fabulous even back then, but after his mothers words, he sulked and decided to show her. That's his motivation.

So, now let's go a bit further and look at some other things we can deduce from the rest of the comics:

- Phobos has a huge dungeon, a wall of roses that turn people into more roses if they touch it and his plan for the annihilation of Meridian is "Well, Cedric and I hide in the castle and...we'll see". He hates the people of Meridian, but he doesn't seem to have it in him to directly attack anyone until Elyon is there and even here, when he has her knocked out in their duel or locked up as Endarno, he isn't unnecessarily cruel. He's not evil in nature, he's more of a very dangerous child throwing tantrums. ( Cedric is kinda similar, and they both start losing it toward the coronation, but I sincerely believe that before that, there would have been a chance for them to come around )

- The only person he ever tortures or even hurts directly is Cedric. Because one, he likes Cedric and so gets more extreme emotions around him, and two, Cedric never says anything, and just plays it of afterwards, so I don't know if he even fully realizes what he's doing, like a child hitting someone. If Cedric ever just said "Stop it, you're hurting me", Phobos would probably need an entire week to process that input.

- Phobos is VERY reclusive, and he doesn't want anyone to have even pictures of him, and while that could be a God complex, I get some highly insecure vibes out of it, in a vulnerable narcissist kinda way, in that he is massively overcompensating. I gotta admit, though, that I cannot put my finger on why, so maybe take this with a grain of salt and decide for yourself if you agree.

- Kandrakar never orders the guardians to help Meridian in any way, just to make sure nothing oozes out. They likely pulled up the veil for their own protection, so Phobos wouldn't be able to spread far enough to become a real danger, rather than to protect innocent people, as clearly the Meridian people mean shit to them

- while the guards are widely feared in Meridian, Cedric seems to be viewed as... not very frightening or important, as some random merchant feels comfortable clinging to his cape (and rightfully so, apparently, as Cedric just tells him to piss off and doesn't care any further). This further leads me to believe that Cedric is rather unhealthy devoted to Phobos and his tantrums while their shitty ass reign leaves a lot of free space for unsuited people to become guards and tyranize the people.

- the King and Queen seem to have died in rapid succession, and shortly after the scene shown above, yet she looks perfectly healthy in that scene.

Now, what do I make of all this?

I believe the line of events to be as follows:

I don't think Phobos traveling back in time is a viable theory for mainly two reasons: I think his mother would be less chill around him if she saw/heard about his reign herself, and I believe that it would have been mentioned somewhere along the way if that were the case. Instead, what I believe happened is that the oracle had a vague vision of Phobos nearly taking over Kandrakar. Deciding in their random mood swings that today was a day of action, they had the people of Meridian informed that the next male born to a queen would become a dangerous tyrant, pulled up a veil and set their guardians to make sure nothing oozed out.

The veil, of course, made the people of Meridian feel trapped and a horror of the unborn prince who would ruin their lives spread.

So, when Weira gave birth to that prince, a full blown panic spread, so much so that she, in a fit of hysterical emotion, named him after that boust of panic. Of course, people tried to kill the prince basically from the moment he was born, and he was met with barely concealed resentment.

Soon after, Weira and her husband died - whether they were killed, or fell ill, or died in an accident, I have no idea, but I wouldn't completely rule out an assassination either aimed at Phobos and accidentally hitting them or the strain making at least one of them fall terminally ill.

Either the people rioted and Phobos' magic panic reaction or the leftover loyal guard was enough to fight them back, or the people succumbed to their fate at this point, slumping into the state of despair seen throughout the comics. But in the end, five year old Phobos had to be handed the throne. I assume the council still had some say at this point, but he did manage to get all pictures of him destroyed - this order was likely due to the fact that they were mostly caricatures.

So he grew up with the very volatile combination of a shitton of power and no one able to tell him if he was being stupid on one hand, and feeling unloved and unwanted on the other. He withdrew, likely also due to countless assassination attempts or things he perceived as such, and went into a negative feedback loop of being unable to mature and take responsibility, therefore being a shit ruler, therefore being hated, therefore having no one to help him, therefore being unable to face and grow from his mistakes, rinse and repeat.

So, Meridian was plunged into chaos, yet he seemed fine more or less just sitting in the new playroom he made for himself in the gardens, sporadically giving out an order or two and having generally no idea about anything that didn't directly concern him.

Enter Elyon. Now, she send him of the rails, as she was a danger to his lifestyle AND a reminder of all the sentiments he'd be drowning in alcohol if he wasn't too much of a recluse and education denier to know of that option. He doesn't even try. He just lets Cedric, the one person he trusts, handle her, like everything else, and somewhat plays along sometimes, when he feels like it. This is where he passes the point of no return and starts actually trying to kill people, culminating in him creating an army to wipe out Meridian. I still believe that even at this point, in his head, what he's doing is just throwing a nice toy out the window just so his sister won't have it.

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