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patdkoala · 8 months

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I Don't Hate You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, enemies to lovers, smut, nicknames (Doll and Charming), unprotected p in v, masturbation (Fem), Oral (Fem receiving)

I'm not entirely convinced that Bucky doesn't hate me.

His resting face is also his angry face. And he's always looking at me in that tone.

Like right now. He was just sitting there staring at me.

"What?" I asked while looking up at him.

"Nothing, just... thinking."

"About?"

"You wouldn't want to know."

Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

"Try me," I said to try and get something, anything, out of him.

"Don't push it, kid."

Oh, I hate it when he calls me that.

I grit my teeth. "Fine, don't tell me. I don't care anymore.

"Fine by me." His tone was sharp. He spoke with such anger towards me and I didn't know what I ever did to him.

Bucky is handsome, sure. He's tall and largely built. The metal arm alone scares away almost everyone.

But there is something about him that I find incredibly charming.

But in a stuck-up asshole Prince Charming way.

"Whatever, Charming," I sneered back at him.

Bucky scoffed when I called him that. "Charming?"

"Yeah, you know because you are a jerk like Prince Charming," I said as I got up from the couch and poured myself a drink.

"Hey, at least I own up to it. Unlike some people, who think they're God's gift to womankind," He said as I nearly killed him right then and there.

"I AM! Have you seen this ass? And my tits? These are fantastic. You just wish you were one of the many men I have that get to touch me."

"You're as shallow as a kiddie pool."

"Confident. I'm confident. Not my fault you cry when you look in the mirror."

He sighed and I could have sworn I saw a hint of a smile. "I don't know why I waste my time with you. I could find a rock with more personality than you."

I had had it with him. He is such an asshole.

"Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you. Hating you would mean I loved you at one point and grew to hate you. I can't stand you."

"Wow. Fantastic. How about I go outside and help you find a rock with a great personality?"

"Be my guest."

I set down my drink and walked towards the door. He was standing in front of it.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. What are you doing?"

"Getting a rock. What does it look like?"

"No you're not," He said in a stern tone.

"What are you saying?" I was so confused. First, he wants the rock. Now he doesn't.

"You're not going outside to find a rock," He said it but it felt like a demand.

"I'm not?"

"No. You are not."

"Are you asking me not to? Or telling me not to?"

"I'm telling you."

My breath caught in my throat as he just stared at me. There he was. Again. Just staring at me.

"What is going on in that mind of yours?" I asked with actual curiosity.

"You really wanna know?" He asked as interest peaked in me.

I couldn't even speak I was so excited. I just nodded like a mindless bimbo.

He got closer only to whisper, "I'm trying to figure out why in the hell I haven't left you in the middle of the woods yet."

Asshole.

I pushed him back against the door but not in a flirty way. More of a shove before storming off.

He doesn't even flinch. He just glares at me as I storm off.

I go to my room to cool off. I obviously like him but he doesn't like me and I am just going to have to deal with it.

I decided to work out. I needed to get this fire out of my system. I blasted my music into my headphones as I started my routine.

The workout wasn't working. I needed to matters into my own hands. Or, hand.

I made sure my door was locked and when I did I saw Bucky in the living room doing push-ups. He was trying to cool off as well.

I am going to make his life very hard. Well, and something else.

I sat on my bed and slipped a hand into my shorts. I started off slow but then built up tension.

My fingers felt nice but they weren't him.

"Oh, Bucky~" I moaned quietly as I came.

That was when I heard the knock.

I got up and opened the door.

"I hope you didn't think I didn't hear anything."

"Oh, but I was intentionally being loud for you, Charming." I smiled as I raised an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you were."

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes, actually."

"What is it now? Gonna tell me how much you hate me? How much you wish I was dead? Or maybe-" "I was just going to ask that you keep it down when you finger yourself."

"Seriously? That's it? No snide comments?"

"Don't temp me."

"Oh, but it's my favorite thing to do!" I whined.

He just stared at me. Again. So, I stared back. He turned around and walked away. I rolled my eyes and followed him.

"Do you seriously have to follow me everywhere?"

"No. But I just want you to tell me the truth." I said as I followed after him.

"What truth? That you're a pain in my ass? That I want nothing more than to ditch you?"

I was actually hurt this time. "Is that actually true?"

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"Because I need you to be very honest with me, Barnes. If that is really how you feel then I will just head out and you will never have to see me ever again."

"Fucking guilt-tripping. You're not gonna leave, and you know it."

"Watch me." I felt the fire inside me rise.

"Oh please, spare me. I know you. You wouldn't make it a week on your own."

I rolled my eyes. "And why is that? Why do you think I need you all the time?" I was practically screaming at him at this point.

"You are the most dependent person I have ever met. You would die without me."

I thought for a second. "No. No, I think it's the other way around. You'd die without me and you just don't want to admit it. I swear you are such an asshole."

"And I think you are in denial. That's why you cling to me so much because you hate being alone with yourself."

I scoff. "I think you are forgetting how okay I was with myself not too long ago in that bedroom in my own hands."

"Oh yes. I remember. You were so "okay" you were grunting and groaning for half an hour." He paused and took a breath. "You want the truth? I'll give it to you. Right now. You're a spoiled, ungrateful, whiny, little bitch," He said I was slightly taken aback but I didn't flinch.

"Oh, come on. Say it like you mean it." I roll my eyes one last time.

"You'll be back here in a day you useless piece of-"

"Save it. I'm leaving."

"Fine."

I went to my room and honest to God packed a bag.

I went back towards the front door and saw that Bucky hadn't moved. I lifted my hand to the handle. I was going so slow a snail could have stopped me.

I wanted Bucky to speak up and say something. Stop me from leaving. But he just stood there.

Then he cleared his throat.

"Oh, this should be good. What is it now?"

"Please... don't go..."

I was speechless.

"Give me one reason. One honest reason to stay," I finally spoke.

"Because..." he doesn't continue.

"Exactly. That's why I'm leaving. You only want to fight me when I'm here but you won't fight for me to stay."

"Don't go. Please," He said in a breathy sentence.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want you to go."

I didn't know what to say. He was just staring at me. Again. I swear to God this guy has got a problem.

Except this time he looked vulnerable.

Helpless.

Needy.

"Are you asking me to stay? Or telling me."

"I'm fucking begging you."

I dropped my bag and turned around so that I was standing closer to him. It was taking everything in me not to pounce on this man and rip his clothes off of him.

We were so close that I felt his breath hitch.

Say something God Damnit!

He didn't say a thing.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into a kiss.

"I- I thought you hated me," I said in a breathless sentence.

"I do." He said as he brought his mouth to my neck.

I moaned as he touched me so feverly. I had never felt something like this before.

The passion. The rage. The fire.

He pulled me closer as if it was even fucking possible, and he started to kiss down my collarbone.

"Bedroom- the bedroom-" I stuttered out.

Bucky smiled in a way I had never seen before. He had mischief in his eyes. He picked me up and carried me to my room.

He put me on the bed and crawled on top of me.

Mother fucking Bucky Barnes was crawling on top of me.

He held our gaze as he removed my shorts and soaked panties.

He held our gaze as he moved to the edge of the bed and sunk his teeth into my inner thigh.

The only time he looked away was when his head was too far buried in my cunt to even notice his surroundings.

I tugged on his hair and tried to pull him closer. I was so close to coming and we were only on that bed for maybe 6 minutes.

"I know, Doll," He said as chills went down my spine.

I wanted more.

"Mhmmm," I moaned out at the empty feeling as he got off me and then he removed his shirt.

I sat up and ran a hand down his chest.

The muscles.

The scars.

The happy trail.

The sweat.

I wanted to lick him.

As my hand was gliding down his glistening chest, he removed his belt and pants.

He was so hard that part of him was poking out of his boxers.

"That looks painful," I said as he slowly pushed me back onto the bed.

"You have no idea what I have been going through all day today," He said as he pushed his knee between my legs to spread them apart.

"All day?" I questioned.

"When you asked me what was on my mind while I was staring at you from the couch. I was thinking about how hard my dick was and what it would feel like inside you," He said as he moved his boxers down just enough to get free.

I kissed him roughly and bit his bottom lip as he lowered himself into me softly so I could adjust to his size.

He then held onto one of my legs. "What-"

"I need to get a better angle." He said as I felt like I was splitting apart.

I moaned so loud as he started thrusting into me. Hard.

His hips snapped so fast and the whole bed shook.

He was the one grunting and groaning now.

"Oh, Bucky~" I moaned out again but this time with him inside me. Happily.

"No, use the nickname," He said as I smiled. "I did. Bucky-" He stuck a finger inside just to hit my clit.

"Charming!" I yelped out as felt myself getting closer and closer.

His hips started faltering and my legs were starting to tremble.

"I- 'm close Doll," Bucky moaned out as I sat up a little more so he could really get up in there.

"Me too, Charming," I said as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I think I hit a nerve with that last one.

I moaned so loudly as I came around him. He came very soon after. I think the feeling of me pulsing around him was too much for him.

He pulled out and then cleaned us off with the henley he had thrown off.

He laid down next to me and pulled me close so my back was to his chest.

"Do you still want me to go find you a rock?" I asked as he laughed.

"You are insufferable."

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thebucketpail · 1 year

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When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt.4

Alright bestie you know the drill. Uh, this one's a bit longer than usual though. Enjoy?

Pt.1

To say Danny was having a bad day would be the understatement of the century. Well it wasn’t really a bad ‘day’ more like a terrible series of events that just kept getting worse. Oddly enough, though, this terrible horrible day did not start with killing the Joker, then promptly getting interrogated by a surprisingly cute serial killer/ crime boss/ vigilante. In fact it actually started seven hours earlier at around 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Danny’s roommate had practically kicked him out of the dorm so he could have ‘date night with his girlfriend’ but it was said in a way that made Danny nope out of there real fast.

‘It’s fine, I’ll just use this time to explore Gotham a bit,” he thought to himself. Turns out Gotham, with its incredibly high crime rate and massive amount of curses - seriously? How could one city be this cursed- has a lot of ghosts. Ghosts that seem to be very happy someone can see them. This would have been fine, Danny would have been happy to help, If they hadn’t swarmed him.

Mere moments after he had addressed a shade Danny had found themself in the middle of a mob, shades, imprints, spirits, etc, all vying for attention, help with something here, or just plain attention.

It took them 3 hours to lose the mob.

And it wasn’t even all of them, a few blob ghosts clung to him as he explored the piers, shades following at his heels, weaving in and out of shadows bringing general bad luck because of course, why not.

Danny just wanted a scoop of icecream? Sorry it fell on the floor. Oh look at that his shoes are untied, would be a shame if he- ouch that must have hurt. Just trying to sit on a bench and relax? Aww that's a cute seagull, here have some of Danny’s pretzel. Okay thats enough- ow what the fuck? Ack no stop! stop-!

So yeah, exploring the pier turned out to be not the most safe idea for all the strangest reasons. Danny had to leave before the shades did any real damage like throwing him into the bay, or splitting the boardwalk underneath him.

Danny had just lost yet another pack of attention seeking ghosts when he felt the eyes. It was the uncomfortable prickling that made the hair on his arms and neck stand on end. “Just find a place to get dinner, it’ll be fine," he thought, quickening his pace toward the batburger he had designated on a map he’d found at the pier.

Now what Danny didn’t know, being new to town and all, was that Park Row was not a place you should be walking by yourself, at night, with black hair and blue eyes. That was just asking for trouble, and oh boy trouble they got. Before a single thought could flash through their head, Danny had been pulled into an alley, a large figure pinning their hands behind their back. Danny twisted around, trying to gain purchase and maybe get a look at their attackers face, but stiffened as they spoke, low and gruff.

“Awww what’re you doing in crime alley all alone kiddie?” he crooned, “Don’t you know it's not safe?” Danny’s growing panic reached a peak as another figure melted out of the shadows of the dingy alley, “Boss, what do you think? He could be a Wayne." The ‘Boss’ leaned forward to inspect Illuminated by a nearby streetlight. Danny’s eyes blew wide at the painted white face, impossibly huge smile, puke green hair, and pristine purple suit in front of him.

He hardly heard him berate the goon

“This isn’t a Wayne you imbecile, it's just some random street rat” Hey

“But- he could be, he fits the bill,” the conversation drowned out as Danny stared, stock still. They could feel the ectoplasm in their blood pooling at their fingertips, the tingling sensation sending prickles down their spine.

The last thought that crossed their mind before a flash of green enveloped the alley was; ‘Fuck, I hate clowns.’

When the light died down they were free, the goon a few feet away on the ground, eyes wide in shock or horror, they couldn’t tell. Danny, eyes no doubt still glowing, followed his gaze to the crumpled purple mass at his feet. Oh shit.

“You- you- I’m getting out of here,” the goon shouted, pointing a shaking finger at him as he scrambled away. Danny just stared down at the clown in shock. Sure he’d fought a lot of dead people but ancients he’d never killed someone himself. Taking a deep breath he tried remembering those grounding tricks Jazz had taught him to ward off panic. He focused on his breathing, closing his eyes as the steady rhythm of his too slow heart beat in his ears. After a few moments he exhaled deeply, running a shaking hand through his hair as the other reached for his phone.

And, well, we know this part.

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It was almost 1 am by the time Hood got Danny back to their dorm. They had of course protested that they didn’t need the escort and it's all fine- because truly Danny had no intentions of returning to their dorm- but Hood had insisted, continuing the interrogation as they walked.

“Do you have any siblings”

“two”

“Where are you from?”

“illinois”

“What's your favorite color?”

“Green probably”

At the very least the questioning served to calm Danny’s nerves and distract them from the less-than-happy thoughts. There was also something about Hood that made Danny’s core pull in his chest. Aside from very obviously smelling like death- something he had chalked up to being a serial killer/ crime boss/ vigilante - the man kept making his ghost sense go off, but it always caught in his throat rather than escaping. Danny had almost choked the first time and it was starting to get annoying, it reminded him of being around Vlad. It piqued his interest regardless.

So when the noises coming through the door confirmed that; no, Danny should not go try entering his dorm and that he would definitely not be getting what little sleep his body could manage after the night’s events, he decided on some reconnaissance. Because if he wasn’t getting sleep, he would be at least getting answers for that weird feeling. He let invisibility wash over him and retraced his steps back to the building entrance. Hood was long gone but it didn’t matter. Danny soon took to the sky, staying low enough he wasn’t breathing in the dense clouds

of smog but still high enough to scan the streets from above the rooftops.

It felt amazing honestly. He hadn’t been able to fly since before he got to Gotham, and while it the air wasn’t as clean and the sky wasn’t a glowing blanket of stars like it was in Amity, but with the rush of wind, subtle glow of the street lights, and the soft din of night traffic, it still reminded him of home. In a way it was peaceful, if you discounted the ever present police sirens, occasional pop of gunfire, and general filthiness of the city.

As Danny wove through the street and alleys of Gotham he couldn’t help but to think about his hometown. He knew Amity would be protected of course. The GIW hadn’t been a threat since the Meta Human protection acts were passed, even though ghosts weren’t considered metas the investigation had been enough to disband the agency. His parents probably couldn't pose too much of a threat to any ghosts, especially with the portal being closed (he'd made Valerie promise to keep it shut, since she'd decided to stay in Amity), and even if someone from his rogues gallery managed to make it through, Red Huntress was more than capable to handle it.

Jazz had even managed to drill it into their head that Danny wasn’t responsible for the protection of Amity, as much as they thought they were. Being a hero didn’t make them happy, at least not in the way they were. Danny actually loved helping people, and fighting his rouges on occasion. But being Phantom was so stressful, the late nights, the missed school, the barely dodged calls to cps, it was all so much. So Danny had given up Phantom just in time to start senior year. Granted it was a little late to completely turn his academic career around, but he made an effort and now he’s studying Engineering at Gotham University on a near complete scholarship from the Wayne foundation. All of this though and Danny still felt an inkling of worry for his town, even if it was in capable hands. He was working on it though.

He knew back at the start of senior year that he wouldn’t be able to hang up Phantom forever, afterall he was a part of Danny that couldn’t be ignored (it would quite literally be detrimental to his health), that and the fact that he existed on the precipice of life and death meant he would always have some ghost or another vying for his attention. One of his regulars wanting a fight, someone new deciding they want to test his mettle, or just a lower powered ghost wanting some help, and as long as it didn’t affect his schedule too much or get him too high on the Bats radar Danny would be happy to oblige.

So he didn’t mind it much when, after he’d started losing hope in finding Hood - Damn that guy can disappear- he felt his ghost sense go off. The sharp air escaped his lungs in a sudden gasp, never failing to stop his chest for a moment. Danny felt the ice melt in his mouth as he scanned the streets for whomever had set it off. He couldn’t see anything but something- someone- was pulling at his core, beckoning him to a nearby rooftop.

There wasn't anything special about this particular building, just an old beat down 24/7 convenience store. Danny flew around it a few times before landing gently on the roof’s edge. They didn't know what they should be looking for as the area seemed to be entirely empty. But his confusion proved to be short lived when the surrounding shadows seemingly condensed in front of them. The dim and flickering neon sign to their left somehow got dimmer and more flickery, and what little moonlight that had wormed its way through the thick clouds was all but swallowed by the swirling mass of shadow.

The massive shadow was towering almost three feet over Danny by the time it began taking shape. And it wasn’t quite humanoid, but the flowing gown and veil reminded them of a mourning widow. Her eye glowed a flickering grey, and her skin was made of the same shadow as her gown. She was beautiful, Danny’s breath caught in their throat. They didn’t know why, but they dropped to one knee, bowing their head to the shadowy figure.

The woman chuckled, a sweet chirping sound that echoed and reverberated around the rooftop. When she spoke, her voice was just more than a whisper, yet sweet and full, even behind that recognisable Jersey accent, “Rise child.” Danny obeyed. “You are powerful, young one, I can see it in you.” Her eyes flickered to Danny’s chest, hovering just where his core sat. “You are the ghost child from Amity, yes? I’ve heard much about you and your exploits. I must say, not many could go toe to toe with Pariah Dark and come out victorious.”

Danny’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he nodded, “It was difficult, but I had help.”

The woman hummed, “Even still. Is it true he still exists? In the forever sleep, you have not yet consumed his core?”

“I- no I have not,” Danny said. This was another of those things Danny had decided to ignore. A few months after they had locked Pariah away the Observants had tracked him down at school, resulting in a panicked request for the bathroom and a whole week of strife. Apparently, according to ghost politics, Danny had become heir to the crown of the ghost king. All that belonged to Pariah was now Danny’s, won in single combat. And if the news that he would become the new King of The Infinite Realms wasn’t enough, he had also been informed that to take the throne he would have to consume Pariah’s core, just as he had done when he won the throne from his predecessor.

This news had overloaded Danny’s brain and he had spent the past three years pointedly ignoring that fact about his half life. He’d get around to it… eventually. Luckily three years wasn’t much time for immortal floating eyeballs so it hadn’t become much of an issue. But he’d run out of time and would have to face the music at some point.

“But it is true that Pariah still exists, in eternal slumber for the time being.” He continued, squirming under the woman’s scrutinous gaze, “Ah, but if you don’t mind me asking, who are you?”

This elicited another set of giggles from the woman, err, girl? She had shrunk to the size of a young girl in a knee length black dress, a feathered beret sitting on a curly bob of dark hair. Her giggles grew, consuming the rooftop in the joyous sound. The laughing ceased as the young girl tilted her head to the side, just a little too far for a human. A grin spread wide across her face and something sparked in her eyes.

“I am Lady Gotham, princling, I thought that was obvious…” She trailed off for a moment then continued with renewed enthusiasm, “ I heard that you are a protector of your hometown, do you intend to assist my knights while you are here?”

Lady Gotham, Danny had heard of her. The supposed amalgamation of everything that made the city what it was. A combination of the pain and suffering as well as the fierce stubbornness and love of those who called the city home. Being a spirit she wasn’t seen often in the Ghost Zone, but those who passed through the veil brought stories of their protectoress. A Lady fierce, vindictive and unforgiving to those she considered an enemy. A being that collected curses like postage stamps. But also one who cared deeply for her city, and even more so for her knights who cared for her just as much.

Danny felt humbled in her presence.

He ducked his head, sheepish as he answered her, “My apologies my Lady, I have long since hung up my cape to pursue the remainder of my life. But should you call for my help I will not hesitate to do all in my power to aid you, or your knights.”

Lady Gotham hummed, pleased, “I appreciate the promise I will keep it in mind. After all, just tonight you have already helped my city so much. I want you to know that no matter how it may weigh on you; what you did was good. By taking his life you saved countless more, accident or no. And for that I thank you.” Stunned, Danny nodded. “I am afraid I must depart now, holding form isn’t difficult but I must say it makes it harder to spread my shadows. I wish you the best princling.” The girl before him smiled then melted -like actually melted- into a pool of shadow at Danny’s feet. As the cloud dissipated, the faint light of the convenience store returned, casting a dim staticky glow.

Danny stood mulling over her words for a few moments before laying down on the roof’s edge. The silence was punctuated only by the faint buzzing of electricity emitted from the neon sign, but it did little to distract him from the thoughts he’s been running from all night.

The thought that he had actually killed someone.

What Lady Gotham hada said was probably true, the Joker's death was a good riddance, he had killed tens-of-thousands, and probably tens-of-thousands more. Taking him out of the equation was a good thing. But that didn’t change the fact that Danny had killed him. Danny had never killed a person before, not directly at least. He wasn’t deaf to the notion that some people may have died during one of his ghost fights, in fact he was painfully aware of each person he had failed to save. But he had never been at direct fault for a murder until now. It shook him to the bones.

Did this make him a murderer?

He stewed in these thoughts for hours, only being pulled from them by an inkling of sunlight breaking through the towering buildings hitting his eyes. Groaning, he sat up, painfully aware of how tired he was. “Probably not getting any sleep though” He could feel the bags under his eyes growing with the lack of sleep. However he did manage to get off the roof and transform back into his living form, ‘need coffee’ He thought blearily as he began making his way down the street, maybe he’d find a shop or something.

What he did not expect was to be pulled into an alley for the second time that night (Morning? Oh what does it matter he’s getting mugged).

Their assailant, no more than two inches shorter than Danny with an unkempt beard and suspiciously stained shirt, had them pinned to the wall, a knife at their throat.

“Empty your pockets!” he shouted, digging the knife further against their skin. Danny suppressed a yawn, they really did not have enough energy to deal with this. Luckily they didn’t have to. The rumbling of a motorcycle filled the air as a blur of red and black turned into the alley. The mugger barely had time to shout “Hey!” before Red Hood decked him in the face.

“Twice in eight hours?” He asked, the grin almost audible in his voice as Hood tied up the man, “I know you’re not from here, but that’s still gotta be some kind of record,” Honestly Danny would have been more upset if he wasn’t so tired, but even so;

“Wee it’s not like I’m Trying to get attacked. I just wanted some fucking coffee,” he ground out.

“At four in the morning?”

“It’s almost six,” Danny muttered after sneaking a quick glimpse at his watch - a black digital one with little blob ghosts on it, a gift from Dani. “Besides it’s not like I was planning on sleeping anytime soon,” he continued. That same weird feeling from earlier tugged at his core during the silence that followed. Of there being a ghost nearby, but his cold gasp getting caught in his throat before escaping. Danny could almost feel the thrum of another core, but there was something muffling it. It made Danny wrinkle his nose.

Despite his wish to investigate the fact of Hood’s weird probably-a-core, Danny also really wanted to get out of this awkward situation. But hey it seemed like Hood was stalking him anyway so this probably wouldn’t be his only chance.

“I should probably be going now,” they said, moving to exist the grimy alley, stepping over the unconscious form of his would-be-mugger-#2. “Don’t worry, I’ll be a bit more careful this time,” They threw over their shoulder with a grin before leaving.

A weight settled on their shoulder as they walked away. Ancients this night was eventful. Hopefully their roommate was finally finished with ‘date night’ enough to allow Danny a couple hours of sleep. But first; coffee.

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Humans I am so sorry for this chapter (because yes it's a chapter). I was just going to write another little installment from Danny’s Pov and then ended up with over 3k words which is like adding up the word counts of all three other chapters. But i think it turned out good so win some lose some. Anyway, all the exposition is out of the way so we’ll be going back to silly goofy fun times now. Also sorry about the kind-of angst, I didn’t mean to, it just appeared.

What were your thoughts on Lady Gotham? I’m fairly happy with how I wrote her, she will definitely be returning

No I will not add you to the tag list, I don't mean to be mean but I just down have the brain power for that <3

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Pt 5

#When You Accidentally Kill a Clown #bucket writes things #danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #dp x dc crossover #jason todd #Obligatory Lady Gotham Cameo #exposition woAH #Man Danny's just ahd a bad day huh #like losing his icecream? getting attacked by a seagull? poor guy #threw out the GiW befoe rhe plot cause thats just angst in the making and im trying not to wnable bad habits #dead on main

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intheshadowsbehindyou · 7 months

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The Mercs take Y/N to a nearby carnival in the badlands

WARNING: Chaos ensues. Why the fuck would you take them anywhere?

Scout:

- He’s fine with this. He used to love going to carnivals. It was all him and his family could afford on weekends.

- You’re somewhat bothered by the heat but he’s resilient as fuck. “You want me to grab you some water, babe?” He doesn’t even wait for an answer. Returns in fucking milliseconds with water. You don’t know how he’s so damn fast.

- Sits on the fariswheel with you, he had planned this to be super romantic but he feels awkward. He tries to lighten the mood by standing up in the car and whacking his ball into the poor crowd of people. “Watch this. This is for you, babe.” The sandman ball hits a guy in the face and probably kills him. You’re pretty convinced he’s not alive anymore. “Home run!” He calls out. “Woooo!”

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Solider:

- EXCITED. EXCITED. EXCITED. If he were a dog he’d be wagging his tail. For all the wrong reasons. You know full well you’re in for a ride. It’s not a thrill ride.

- He takes the shooting games way too seriously. Gets mad when he doesn’t get the plush toy prize and pulls out his actual stock rocket launcher to rely on pure splash damage. (Where the fuck did he even hide that?) They’re forced to hand him his prize in fear for their lives.

- If you lose a game, he beats the shit out of the person running the stall. He insists it’s their fault and the game was rigged. Your shot is flawless.

- You leave him alone for TWO SECONDS and he’s already harassing a random bird on the fence he believes to be a Russian drone. Children are staring at him. You can’t take this man anywhere.

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Demoman:

- He’s not used to this. He went to the Highland games as a kid. Never really had a carnival around his village. He experiences a bit of awe and intrigue as you walk the streets with him. He’s still in his vest and the people of Tuefort are heckling him. They know he’s one of those annoying mercenaries. He thinks this is fucking hilarious.

- He hates the food though. Eugh. He discovers pretty quickly he has a dislike for fried chicken. Insults America’s tastes to hell and back. Almost fucking vomits when he tastes the mac and cheese. What the fucking hell is wrong with you people?

- “Err.. Dontae think those rides are a bit dangerous?” He asks, jutting his thumb behind him. He doesn’t notice the kiddy rollercoaster breaking into pieces behind him followed by screaming families. He’s probably too used to that sound to process it coherently.

- Suspiciously eyes the men setting up the fireworks for tonight. He glares at them while sipping the cheap alcohol he begrudgingly bought at one of the food stalls. Nitpicks them for setting them up wrong. He sets them up himself but the fireworks nearly kill everyone. Turns out he made them more efficient. By that I mean deathly. “No, sweetheart. they’re FIREWORKS. FIREWORKS.” you tell his drunken stupid ass.

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Engineer:

- Oh fuck he’s excited. He had good memories going to carnivals as a kid. Eats like a fucking beast and doesn’t hold back. You watch this man consume more than his own body weight.

- Goes straight to the mechanical bull. Asks you to hold his cowboy hat he wore on the way here. “Sit back and let a big man like me show you how it’s done, darlin.” He doesn’t even fall off once. It looks like he’s barely even moving. He stands up on the fucking bull and flips off the last guy who ate shit on it. Embarrassing him in front of his kids.

- As you’d suspect he’s sort of insulting the lack of regular maintenance on the rides. Whilst in line for the Zipper he shakes his head like a disappointed father and scraps the rusted paint off the ride with his glove. Crushing it to dust between his fingers. Shakes his head some more and sighs.

- Congratulations. The state of these rides have broken this poor man. He can’t take it anymore. Take him to the petting zoo with the farm animals right now before he suffers a brain hemorrhage.

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Heavy:

- “What did little baby say about carnival?”

- He’s heard of carnivals in plenty of books but his life of isolation has prevented him from ever experiencing such a thing. The concept is almost alien.

- Well, he goes with you and he hates it. He looks like an incredibly discontent kitten the entire time. As you ride with him in all the kiddy rides, he looks even more pissed as he just so happens to break one of the rides upon sitting in it. The consequences of being a giant mass of muscle are truly unfortunate on this day.

- His face brightens up a little bit as you buy him a footlong sandwich. He’s never seen a sandwich this big before. He eats the entire thing within’ minutes.

- Finally you find a place in the carnival he somewhat enjoys but pretends not to. He hits the high striker so hard the bell fucking breaks and goes flying. He complains that this game is too easy — until he’s handed a cute little toy bunny of course. “I have been gifted rabbit?”

- Everybody is now batshit afraid of him.

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Pyro:

- YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Bouncing in the car the entire way there. Miss Pauling had to drive you two there because Pyro doesn’t own a vehicle. She sighs in exasperation and asks pyro to“please quiet down, sweetie. Pauling is thinking.”

- You have a massive dog jumping off the walls of the car right now. They can’t sit still. Pauling is miserable. In other words, water is wet.

- Once she drops you off she makes you both swear to not catch anything on fire. It’s bad for business and doesn’t give them a good look. Pyro has no intentions of listening to her and heads straight for the fire eating performance. In their point of view; these people are somehow consuming rainbows.

- They do all sorts of things with you. Allowing you to lead the way to any attraction you felt drawn to. Whether it be trying to get dolls or getting on a ride. They seemingly want to do as much as possible before the sun goes down.

- after you tell them it’s late, they groan in despair but nod obediently. Prioritizing your guys’ shitty adulthood of work was sadly something that had to be done. They held your hand on the way back. Carrying a shit load of plush dolls in the other massive glove.

- “Did you two have fun?” Miss Pauling asks, you swear she puts on a motherly voice just for pyro. He excitedly claps his hands and agrees with her. She blinks though and sees the chaos behind you. You trace her gaze with confusion, wondering what she was gawking at. For some reason the entire carnival was on fire and you didn’t even notice on your way out that it spread to pretty much every corner.

- You both look back at Pyro. They’re holding a match. Of fucking course. Miss Pauling rubs her face. “I’ll call the firemen..” She sighs in defeat.

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Sniper:

- “Carnivals are stupid.” He says, a lit cigarette between his teeth. “Jus’ mediocre entertainment. Not even good. Believe it or not I have standards for my own personal pleasure as well. I’m not going to some stupid thick headed colonel sanders’ freakshow to eat hot grease n’ Emu legs.” You have to correct him that it’s technically turkey legs. “Whatevea mate.”

- You somehow manage to convince him anyway. But he was doing this only for you. He growls as you drag him by the hand onto the carnival grounds. Wishing he was back in bed. He glares at everybody who even dares breathe in his direction.

- He likes the farm animals well enough but quickly diverts his attention away in slight intrigue upon seeing the shooting gallery. You are thrilled and BEG him to win a prize for you. “There’s no way in hell i’m doing that, love.” You want to see this guy in action and the look of shock upon everybody’s faces as Sniper beats multiple children.

- Well.. Okay. But only because you keep inflating his ego with your compliments. He goes up, gives the person in charge his money, and brings the scope to his eye. Multiple kids are in the gallery next to him and missing every single shot on the fake cardboard animals. He mutters an insult to their ineptitude. He doesn’t even have to look to know they didn’t land a shot.

- Sniper takes down literally all the targets within’ seconds. Including the ones that the poor children were shooting at. Every. single. cardboard animal.

- The person running the stall begrudgingly gives him the biggest teddy bear they have. The Teddy bear that multiple families present were wanting to get in the first place. Kids are complaining and parents are complaining. Life’s suddenly great. Sniper looks amused at the amount of attention and cracks a smile at you. He wonders how you knew this would make him happy.

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Medic:

- “Ack! what complete nonsense! I am far too busy of a man for such boyish games!” He acts dramatic about it. Crossing his arms and turning up his nose.

- “Yeah but— what if somebody dies on the broken ass rides? That’s like free organs right there.” You say.

- “Hoo. Well, you do have a point. Alright! I’m convinced. But only this once.”

- Medic is actually rather terrible at the gun related games. He can’t aim precisely. At one point you found a crossbow related game and he held his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. Realizing he had managed to hit everywhere but the desired target. You joke that hey— at least a life isn’t on the line this time. He passive aggressively slaps you over the head lightly with his glove and moves to the next game.

- You go to the bathroom and come back to see him dragging a bloodied dead body into his car. “Ah, I’d explain but it’s a rather long story!” he says enthusiastically. Accidentally holding up his equally bloodied ubersaw, and then immediately hiding it behind his back.

- He won’t go on the rides. He’s bold and brash but he isn’t an idiot. He knows full well those things aren’t structurally sound. He stands up tall in his usual thinking pose. A finger to his chin as he takes in the sight of the rides. “What are you thinking?” You ask him. He grins at you. That disgusting, devilish, i’m-making-an-evil-plan grin. You are now scared.

- He steals an entire fucking carnival ride for less than moral medical purposes. The ENTIRE FUCKING THING is in the back of his car and the car is chugging along. Wheezing and trying to get this thing back to the base. He’s going to break it apart and sow the parts onto a Frankenstein-like creature.

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Spy:

- Mother of god, can’t you guys go on a more relaxing date? One with less screaming, noisy music, and people? What about a nice five star restaurant? Or the park?

- He refuses to eat any of the food. At all. He’d rather starve in a ditch than eat such filth. Not even bothering with the alcohol. He avoids people like the plague and you’ll turn to ask him a question and WHOOOOSH! he won’t even be there until you reach your hand out and blink his invis watch by poking him. “Stop cloaking, pussy.”

- He literally begs you to choose another place. PLEASE. End his suffering. You swear you’ll find something here he enjoys though.

- You were standing in line for a ride and once you got to the front he had stepped out of line and said “Oh! after you.” In typical gentlemen fashion. Letting you go on the entire ride by yourself. You glare at him from the ride and he’s smirking mischievously. Waving his fingers to greet you.

- For the rest of the night he takes it upon himself to mess with you. You offer him some cotton candy and he hands it to a little boy in a stroller instead while nobody was looking. You saw that in the corner of your eye. “Im not fucking blind, Spy.” You say. He puts his hands behind his back innocently. “Oh, what? I consumed the wretched morsel like you asked!” “No, you didn’t Spy.”

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #spy x reader #medic x reader #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #pyro x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 x reader #sniper x reader #engineer x reader

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 8 months

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Tf2 going go the amusement park

TF2 Mercs at an amusement park!

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Anon, you have my heart, I've been wanting an excuse to do this, but it was too long for my headcanon lists.

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So when they first get there, it's chaos. Everyone wants to do different things, but it's also not a good idea to let these men run free.

Scout, Soldier, and (suprisingly) Medic are all ready down to hop on some rides.

Pyro, Engie, Heavy, and Sniper want to try their hands at some games.

Demo is just enjoying the fact that everyone is having fun. He's also popping a couple of motion sickness pills prepping himself incase he wants to hop on a couple rides.

Spy whines the entire time. This man is complaining, it's hot, it's expensive, it's loud. I think this man is incapable of having fun (kidding). Stick him on a bench in the shade where he can see how sick Scout and Soilder get after trying to show how cool they are by going on the biggest rides, and he'll eventually be happy.

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We're gonna make each merc go on some rides, for the laughs :)

Basically, what rides can they handle and what rides destroy them 😭

Scout makes a show of going on the biggest ride. He's not scared of heights! Put this man on the Top Gun (look it up, it's insane I swear. I went on it once and never recovered. It's kind of like a salt and pepper shaker but with less protection, like no cage, just a over head like plastic vest thing. Plus, it's like 120 feet in the air). And point and laugh as he tries not to throw up afterward. Or comfort him. He'll need it. But put him on a ferris wheel or the swings, and he'll genuinely enjoy himself.

Soldier is also going to talk a big game, but for the most part, this man can back it up. Put him on any Rollercoaster you'd like, and he'll handle it well. I want to throw him on a tall ride? He's fine. Do you want a really good reaction? Send him off to the Grava-tron.

Medic is the only one who can legitimately ride any ride without getting sick or being absolutely terrified. It's a little scary how good this man can handle rollercoasters. Just straight faced after words "Oh is it over?" Type of guy. What he won't tell you is he is actually terrified of heights, like man is crying on the inside. He'd rather die and admit that.

Pyro is off having fun on the kiddie rides. They may be a grown adult, but let's he honest. If you were getting paid less than minimum wage and some person came up to wearing a gas mask and started giving you the most horrific staredown of your life, would you really tell them no? Let them have fun! Put them on any major rides, and it doesn't really kill them, but they aren't having a good time anymore.

Engie is content going on the kid rides with Pyro. Sure, is it a bit weird that two grown adults are waiting in line with literal five year olds? Yes. Do they care? No. I actually don't think any rides would kill him or actually scare him. This man is the only merc who can handle any ride.

Heavy. This man does not like rides. Like at all. He was perfectly content on staying at the games, but Scout literally begged for everyone to go on some rides. I think he'd be fine on the tilt-a-whirl or the elephant ride. He wouldn't like any big rides at all.

Sniper is a lot like Medic. He's pretending it's fine, but he's literally turning green. He can handle heights just fine. It's the spinning over and over again that gets him. He's fine going on some coasters, especially gravity driven ones, but hates the idea of going on the swings with Scout. (He did it anyway)

Demo literally can't ride any of the rides without throwing up. He's already half drunk, and that motion sickness pill he popped can only do so much. Take him on the ferris wheel, and he'll manage. Suggest he go in a mirror maze, and he'll never forgive you (kidding).

Spy. Oh my god, this man. Just like Scout (are we surprised?). "Oh, this is so childish and stupid. No, I'm not scared! I just have better things to do with my time." Literally turned white after most rides. He'd be fine on a big coaster, though like, he's totally fine with going upside down and shit, he's just a baby when it's combined with heights.

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Okay, time for games!

Scout honestly thinks the games are boring. He's a thrill seeker after all (even if he can't handle the thills we speak of). But introduce this man to the wack-a-mole, and He's enamored. Batter Up Baseball is also a favorite. He won an inflatable baseball bat!

Soldier likes playing any games with a fake gun, even if he's not the best at it. He'd also play football throw (basically, you throw a football through a swinging tire). He wins a plush football.

Medic is staying at that fill a balloon by spraying water in its mouth thing. He loves how endearingly horrific it is! He wins a small stuffed bird. (Archimedes got jealous the second he brought it on to the base).

Pyro loves the Duck Pond! (Pick a rubber duck from a pond and win a prize). They also really like frog catapult. I think I'd be mean to suggest they didn't win a unicorn rubber duck.

Heavy is strangely good at bean bag toss games or games that require a general skill at aiming. He can knock down those blocks that you'd swear were glued to their post. He wins a stuffed axolotol.

Engie is playing the same games as Pyro, but also gets a chance to sneak off and play some basketball games, which he's shockingly good at. He also looks at every game to find a game with a stuffed unicorn for Pyro. (I literally picture that one scene in Dispicable Me if Pyro tries to win the prize and loses).

Sniper. Do I even need to tell yow how well this sweaps the darts and cross bow game? Probably not. Will I? Yes. He genuinely doesn't even need to look half the time. He knows exactly how to hold the rigged crossbow for a perfect hit. The attendant is horrified. He goes to the dart game and teaches a kid how to hit the balloons. He gives the kids around the park his winnings.

Demo. For someone with almost no depth perception, this man is scarily good at the ring toss game. Like, this game is rigged to hell and back, yet he's sweeping every prize from them. He lets the stall keep everything, thankfully hes in it more for the fun. He does take some smaller prizes to give to kids and wins a giant plush cat for himself.

Spy doesn't see the need to spend more money at this place, so he's mainly wandering around to kill time. Until he sees Scout trying to win the horse race game. He sucks at it. Like, really bad, it's almost embarrassing. He's trying to win a big prize. It's a stuffed dog, and it's really cute, but he's having no luck, so he gives up and leaves. Spy walks up and absolutely kills, like he beats the game, no problem. He finds Scout a few minutes later and just hands it to him without a word. (This totally wasn't written because I want some wholesome SpyDad content).

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So, finally, the days are almost over, but before they leave, they pick up some food!

Scout is getting pizza and the most horrendous deep-fried food you can think of. He has definitely eaten a deep-fried twinkle before.

Soldier is getting corn dogs and funnel cake. He's okay with the classics sometimes!

Medic is appalled by most things here. He's panicking, thinking his team is going to go into a diabetic coma. But he does end up eating. He figures street corn, and a pretzel is the best option here. But don't worry, this man is letting himself get some unhealthy food. He gets a churro and a candy apple.

Pyro is off finding anything and everything sweet. They grabbed cotton candy, caramel apples, and a cherry snow cone before anyone could stop them. Someone does convince them to eat some nachos or fries so they don't get as sick from all that sugar.

Heavy is off getting cheese curds and an elephant ear. He also gets a snow cone. His is lime, though. He also finds a stand selling subs and is thrilled.

Engie is getting chicken strips and both kettle corn and caramel corn. He is careful to hide the popcorn from Pyro, who looks ready to devour anything that has sugar at this point.

Sniper is not so much horrified as he is disgusted by the food selection. Like don't get me wrong, this man is gross himself but holy fuck. He gets why Americans have a reputation of being obese. He ends up getting a hotdog, and he also decides to see what the hype is about and tries a deep-fried pickle. He now knows why Americans love fried food so much.

Demo doesn't actually think the food is gross. We gotta remember this man probably at Haggis growing up. (Also, I didn't know this, but some amusement parks have turkey legs. So he's totally fine getting a turkey leg, some fries.

Spy. Let's just assume that all the non Americans are horrified and / or disgusted (except Heavy and Demo). But by far, this man is the most horrified. He definitely almost had a stroke watching Scout try and eat all the deep-fried fair food he could find. He ends up settling for a kebab and popcorn. But he may or may not have snuck a deep fried oreo, just to see why Scout liked them so much.

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They all go on the ferris wheel together once before they leave!

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This ended up being way longer than I expected holy shit 😭

I had so much fun writing this! Thank you again, Anon, for letting me write this, I absolutely love amusement parks and fairs, so this was super cool!

Also! Thank you, guys, for all the love on my other posts. I'm so glad I get to make things people love <3

#ask #team fortress headcanons #team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper #tf2 demoman #tf2 spy #tf2 hcs #tf2 soldier

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rachaelswrites · 2 years

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First Premiere

Avengers Cast x ADHD!teen!reader

Word Count: 564

Requested By: Anonymous

another request here! again, avengers cast x adhd!reader. y/n first time of her being at the premiere, and the cast is keeping an eye on her, making sure she doesn’t get too distracted, being there on time, talking so sweet of her when they get to the q&n panel with the fans. avengers cast being really sweet, safely with her, caring etc :)

A/N: Thank you for this second request! I’m having fun writing for adhd!teen!reader so feel free to request more

Tonight was your first premiere and your first Marvel movie. You were so excited you could bounce off of the walls, which is exactly why your team was handing you off to your co-stars to handle you for the night. You didn’t mind it, since you loved all of your cast mates and that made you even more excited.

After getting hair, makeup, and wardrobe done, you took a car to the hotel where Brie was staying. You two got along well and since she saw you as a little sister, she volunteered to take you under her wing for the night.

She met you in the lobby before the two of you were going to arrive at the premiere together.

“Are you excited?” she asked, already knowing the answer. She could practically feel you buzzing in the seat next to her.

“Of course I am! I have never had this much excitement in my life. I think if anything else happened, I might combust. I mean, I still might who knows,” you rambled.

Brie laughed a little before putting her hand on your shoulder, “Just take a deep breath and relax. And, if you do interviews, try to slow down a little bit.”

“But I’m so excited, Brie! I can’t contain it,” you explained.

She laughed at you and realized she wasn’t going to be able to stop you from being excited so she didn’t bother trying anymore, “Just stick with me and don’t wander off. If I lose you, your manager will kill me.”

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Once you got to the venue of the premiere, you did the best you could in sticking close to Brie but there were a few times when you were needed for an interview but you were off talking to fans. As long as you were in eyesight of one of your cast mates you were fine.

When you were standing near the barriers separating the fans from the carpet, everyone was heading inside but you didn’t get the memo. Mark had to go off and find you and bring you back to the rest of the cast.

“Sorry I didn’t realize you guys were leaving,” you said as you and him tried to catch up to the rest of the group.

Mark shook his head, “It’s fine Y/n. We were all kind of prepared to watch over you.”

“You know what Sebastian and Anthony threatened to do to me last week?” you asked, changing the subject quickly on accident.

“What?” he asked.

“They threatened to put me on one of those stupid kiddie leash backpacks. Mackie even sent me a link to one asking if I liked it,” you explained, “I’m not that bad am I?”

“Well, you do have a tendency to wander,” Mark replied, earning a slap to the bicep from you.

“You’re supposed to say “no Y/n. They’re being ridiculous’ not agree with them,” you pouted.

“I’m kidding, I'm kidding,” he said, rubbing the spot where you just hit him, “Jeez you hit hard.”

“Oh yeah? You should see me run across this hallway right now. We should race to the theater,” you said, already taking off your shoes so you could run easier.

“No, let's not,” Mark said.

“Too late old man,” you yelled, taking off down the hallway.

Mark sighed, shook his head again and jogged to try and keep up with you.

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#x teen!reader #adhd!reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel cast #the avengers

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m0thergoose · 28 days

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TOWL EPISODE 6 THE LAST TIME SPOILERS AHEAD FOR MY RUNNING COMMENTARY

Here we fucking go lads I’m scared

Sexy time again what a way to start, we continue to win 💖

PUTTING THE RING ON LIKE THIS HOLY FUCK 🫠

They look unreal in the uniforms lol

he said I didn’t need to be scared, that it was just the burning - his story about his dad omg it’s gonna come full circle

I love when Rick says thang 😂

Thorne has really been sucked in hasn’t she I don’t think this will end well for her

She has been a good friend to Rick though

Here we go stealthy Michonne she is the GOAT

Omg jadis paintings! Wanna see if there’s any of Ricky dicky

Terry O’Quinn my man 🫶

‘We’re the dead ones Rick’ woooooow

I feel like Michonne is gonna get caught in here I’m on edge

A CAT HOLY FUCK MICHONNE TAKE THAT HOME 😂😂😂😂

nah jadis is a sick bitch for hiding it in the cat

It’s a fucking ESSAY Jesus Christ

‘Rick’s wife’ only bit I liked seeing lol

Rip that shit up Michonne

She’s so upset 😭😭😭

Here we go briefing time 😬

Terry O’Quinn is staring into my soul

Fucking feral Rick flashbacks I love it

Come on Beale spit it out

OMG RICK AND MICHONNE

The toy rabbit?? What’s this about I’m scared

MAMA MICHONNE FLASHBACKS FUCKING GUT ME

Saving one city by sacrificing your home - I feel like this is meant to be what Rick does

I love Rick speaking about his dad for some reason

‘We’re all gonna die’ not Rick and Michonne tho we’re the ones who LIVE

The child evacuation??

14 years to extinction???

Evacuation of 10% of children - so they’re going to let the rest die!!

Spies in selected communities omg are they in the commonwealth!! I swear if Judith or RJ show up on that screen!!!!

Basically CRM is committing genocide

Rick please just kill him lmao

My son 😭😭😭😭😭😭

YAAAAS RICK THANK FUCK

Omg Rick please say we’re the ones who live

RIGHT get out of there now Ricky boy fucking hell

Fuck Rick you gonna have to kill this guy too lmao

I’m so on edge

ALSO halfway through and we’re still at cascadia I just want them HOME 😭😭

Oh no Thorne

Rick just wants to see his kiddies kill me 😭😭😭😭

Why’s he left his hand behind???

IM SO STRESSED ABOUT THORNE SHES GONNA RUIN THIS

This is like them disarming Negan’s explosives on the road, except this time they’re arming them

YAAAAS GIVE HER HIS SWORD

OH NO THORNES FIGURED IT OUT 😱😱😱😱

Holding hands forever I love this

FUUUUUCK

THE EXPLOSION WAS WILD

YEEEESS MICHONNE

FUUUUCK RICK

YAAAAS MICHONNE GET HER MASK

OMG THEY DID IT THE CITY KNOWS THEY CAN GOOOOO

FREE MOVEMENT HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED

NAH IM GONNA CRY

IM CRYING AND ITS NOT EVEN HAPPENED YET

His boots 🥹

IM UNWELL

LOOK AT THEM

MICHONNE AND HER BABIES 🥹🥹🥹

HIM AND HIS BABY GIRL 🥹🥹🥹

IM ACTUALLY SOBBING

YOURE THE BRAVE MAN

NAH IM SOBBING GUYS

HUG YOUR SON DAMMIT

BUT MAYBE YOU COULD CALL ME DAD NAH IM DEAD

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#towl episode 6 #towl #towl spoilers #richonne #rick grimes #michonne #the ones who live

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robintherobiner · 2 months

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Types of fics i need more of:

de-age fics. Baby Bruce? Teen Bruce? Baby Dick? Teen Dick? Baby Jason? Teen Jason. The list goes on and on. deage them all. is it sad? is it funny? is it cute? is it traumatic? i dont care, make them all little.

ghost fics. i want Jason to haunt the shit out of his family. he sees them all grieving, comes back to life, and instead of killing people he just leaves ominous notes like "i saw you trip on your cape." or "leave fifty bucks at *address* or i'll tell everyone about your superman body pillow."

Tim being an utter loser. I love him, but he should be incredibly put together in public and then he gets home and just... is a mess. never felt the touch of anyone, woman or man. can do complex mathematical equations but needs a calculator to solve 4 x 3. think Sherlock Holmes, who can tell everything about you from one look but doesnt know the earth revolves around the sun.

Alfred being called out for being an enabler! fuck that old man, i hate him. however if he made me a cup of tea, i would die for him. Im a very complex person.

Dick being Damians dad. so cute, i love it. Damian deserves to have his own taste of found family. fuck blood of the womb, lets go with blood of the covenent or whatever the quote says.

Jason being childish!!! i think his mental age should younger than his physical one cuz, trauma, being dead, being catatonic in some cases, also just being pretty young anywas? gimme a fic where he comes home covered in blood cuz he just killed four guys and then goes to have a shower so he can play with his rubber duckies.

kiddie crushes!!! gimme more Jason loving Wonder Woman and being an utter fanboy when he encounters her. "Oh em gee you're here to apprehend me? Wonder Woman, this is such an honor, can i have your autograph-" Young Dick meeting Superman for the first time and hiding under Bruce's cap because "He's so pretty Bruce, he's gonna hear my heart go fast!" Tim meeting Constantine and, to everyones despair, somehow adoring him. "So you do magic? Thats like, so cool! Tell me all about it. My parents were archeologists, we probably have loads of of magical objects, do you wanna check them? Do you like coffee? Did you really sell your soul to multiple people? Thats so hot- I MEAN COOL SHIT FUCK-"

Literally anything about Dicks time in the circus. I think i've only read like two fics about it? Compared to the hundreds going indepth on Tim and Jason's childhoods?

Similar to the last one, but gosh the culture shocks they all probably had! Dick was used to constantly moving from city to city. Jason going from being on the street to a mansion. Tim going from boarding school, a place full of kids his own age, to being alone in his house so that he could be Robin. Damian was used to being respected and honored, he was a prince after all, only to suddenly be told that everything he knew was wrong.

Babs and Tim. I think they would get along, i wanna see them bonding!

Joker Junior. i know its not canon and it was only in like one cartoon but oh my GOD i love it.

Trauma reveals!! i love them. Dick's time in spyral, his apprenticeship with Deathstroke, the multiple fucked up relationships he's been in. Everything Tim did during 'Brucequest', Jasons time with the LOA, literally anything from Damians childhood.

Jon being aged up and his relationship with Damian! i dont even need to add anything, you get the point.

Dana, Jack, and Janet. I want it so bad!!! Dana is implied but never confirmed to be dead so bring her back and let her and Tim mourn!! let Tim find out his parents both slept with Bruce and have Bruce be like "oops i forgot about that, soz sweetie-" let tim hate christmas eve because thats when his mother was buried!

if anyone has recs for any of these sort of fics, PLEASE GIVE THEM TO ME. i've probably read most of them already, but i have a terrible memory so i love re-reading fics. just, gimme gimme gimme

#i love my babygirls #dc comics #dc universe #batman comics #batfamily #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #fic rec #fanfiction #batman fanfiction #batfam

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Note: I got kinda confused about who was going to react so I choose the bots if that's alright! Hope you enjoy

Note 2: Ratchet and Pharma use to be a thing lol as well mention of DJD

How Tfp! Bots would react to an innocent looking psychopath

Optimus prime

Is friendly at first to you since all neutrals are still good in his eyes. He understands why you don't want to be part of the war

Then... He looks closer at you.

You seem innocent and naive, something that he craves for bots to have. To be blissfully unaware of the war.

But how you optics don't really show your feelings, how you seem like your movement is planned and how your smile never seems genuine if he looks closer at you.

Something is wrong with you.

He brushes it off, in hopes that maybe you've gone through something and need some time to decompress into your normal self.

That's until the team catches you absolutely slaughtering the Vehicons in an emergency mine.

Blue luminous blood splattered on the Rocky walls, intestines and guts seemingly are hanging on the walls. Looking like a grotesque party. Your in the middle, laughing away as you continue punching a Vehicons helm. Their helm already a bloodly mess of wires and metal with no recognizable shape.

He's horrified

Without thought but the need to protect his autobots, he shoots you. And he shoots again, again and again.

Some hitting you, some missing but with a hiss, he has your attention.

You smile and wave.

Instantly you transform and run off.

Arcee

Did not at all like you not because your a neutral, well... That was one thing. But anyway, she like Optimus saw something wasn't quite right with your body language.

You remind her of arachnid, she wonders if you two having connection after the incident. She'd never seen Prime just shoot first and ask questions later.

Will probably kill you on sight now

Bumblebee

Was so friendly to you since he didn't have enough experience in perceiving body language or subtle statements. He was quite easy for you to persuade.

Absolutely horrified by you know, he'll probably have nightmares about the murder scene he saw for eons.

Has to explain to the kids that you quite literally worse than the Decepticons and if you are spotted to come comm the team.

Ratchet

Just like Bee know, he's going to become a helicopter parent to the kids. Hes just so paranoid of new people now. He let you in. He thought he maybe had a chance with you. That you're so kind to him.

He should've known better than to trust a neutral!

He's reminded of the DJD, sparkeaters and even his ex, Pharma.

He shivers at the list of atrocities he has seen.

Bulkhead

That was a surprise to him, he didn't really see it coming. He thought you were quite innocent.

Oh, how you played him like a professional you are.

How close you got to Miko, tugs at his spark. How you were so close to extinguishing the one of the last wreckers he knew, so know he guards Miko and the rest of the kids. Just like Ratchet but much worse now.

Bee will tell the kids not to do something, while Ratchet with micro manage them and Bulkhead will simply try to persuade them not do something

Basically your are either murderous to the killer or you become helicopter parent of the kiddies lol

Feel free to request!

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Why Freddy Is A Child Killer And Nothing More.

SO! I am fucking sick and tired of seeing this shit over and over again so I think it is high time I make a post addressing this formally. Freddy Krueger is not a pedophile, child molester, kiddy toucher, or whatever the fuck you want to call it.

You might be saying “Well Bex! I heard that originally Wes Craven-” Yup. Originally Wes Craven played around with the idea of it but it was cut early on and did not make it into the final script and nothing pertaining to that was ever shot either.

Next you might say, “Oh but what about the 2010 remake? He was totally a fucking pedo in that!”

You are right in the 2010 remake he was! Okay. So. I am gonna say this next part loudly and clearly.

Fuck the 2010 remake.

Wes Craven has literally nothing to do with it. In fact they did not consult Wes on the remake at all and he expressed his displeasure over that fact as well! The remake is not fucking canon to me and many others due to that fact alone. The vast, vast majority of people you see on here, myself included, who love Freddy are talking about the OG 80s and New Nightmare Freddy played by Robert Englund.

Speaking of Robert Englund! He is very important to this conversation. Now why is that? Because he played the character for twenty years? Yes I think that does give him a good amount of say in this conversation. But more than that he literally made the character who is. After A Nightmare On Elm Street back in 1984, the first one, Robert asked for more money and better billing when ANOES 2 was going to happen, the studio said fuck that, the makeup is the most important part! And they recast him!

They got two weeks into shooting before they realized how hard they fucked up and asked for Robert back, meeting his originally, extremely fair, especially considering his role, demands.

Freddy is not just saying bitch, it is not corny one liners and it is NOT just make up, there is a fuck ton more to him, there is depth and Robert? Clearly understands that to the point that the studio agreed no one else could play him in the original franchise’s run. So I think we can agree what Robert thinks about Freddy is clearly important, leading to my next point.

As for what Robert actually has to say on the matter, and I quote from this article published on Bloody Disgusting in 2015 of what he said when asked for his thoughts on this by some fans at comic con.

“You can imagine Freddy to be anything you want,” Englund began. “My theory is the word “child killer”, there’s something darkly…darkly poetic about that. It’s a very frightening phrase. Child killer! That should be enough. And I think there’s something symbolic about being a child killer. He kills children because children are their future and there’s no place for Freddy in the future. And it’s revenge on the parents! It’s the most painful thing a parent can do is to lose a child before they die. I mean, I can’t imagine how anybody…how any adults or parents survive that, the death of a child. So that’s nasty enough!”

I mean that says it all to me. He has been asked on many occasions and I have seen him even refer to the idea of Freddy being a molester as “gilding the lily” basically, it is wholly unnecessary like a hat on a hat. Freddy being a child killer is enough. Wes thought so. Robert thinks so too.

And for me? That is more than enough. I hope this clears up shit for a lot of people.

#Freddy Krueger #slasher x reader #BHF vents #BHF thoughts #BHF speaks #I am so so so SO tired of seeing this shit parroted over and over again with NO thought to it #Freddy has not is not and never will be THAT alright?!#Freddy Krueger X Reader #Take it #Look at it #Internalize it #Did I make an almost 1K post going off about this?#YES I DID

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LOKI 2.4

I don't see why they can't keep Dox in Holding forever; they had no problem pruning Lokis into the Void for forever. >.>

Dammit, Sylvie, it would have taken OB and Victor five seconds to sign each other's copies of the TVA Guidebook; could you not let them have their brief moment of fanboying joy?

OB's explanation of the Loom is very helpful here; it reminds me of the Doctor on Doctor Who explaining sciencey things to his companions on screen so that the kiddies (and adults, lol) at home could understand what was going on. (Okay, so the TVA as a TARDIS, discuss. Look at all those long corridors its got for running in!) I loved OB's "...the backlog of branches that was created when someone...*looks accusingly at Sylvie* ...killed He Who Remains and released all those branches and ruined my life." (Aw, come on, OB, you're out of the basement now! You're making friends and meeting admirers of your work!)

Loki claiming that the little figure in the model was clearly not him so why did he have to be the one to 'hoof it' and lob the throughput multiplier into the Loom? Well, Loki, you have very long legs and can run fast, also tradition has been established that your character is the one who gets sent to do the hard jobs for others; just be glad you're not being asked to steal Surtur's flame and doom Asgard this time around. (Of course, your decision to abscond with the Tesseract has already caused the TVA to erase the Asgard of your timeline, people and realm both, so...uh, never mind, pretend I never said anything.)

MOBIUS AND HIS PIE AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD THAT THE TVA LACES THE PIE WITH DRUGS TO KEEP ITS WORKERS DOCILE AND HAPPY WITH HAVING NO LIFE OUTSIDE OF WORK AND POSSIBLY ACTS AS A CONTINUAL DOSAGE OF SOMETHING THAT KEEPS THEM FROM REGAINING THEIR MEMORIES? MOBIUS CAN'T GO TOO LONG WITHOUT ANOTHER SLICE OF PIE BECAUSE HE'S EXPERIENCING THE WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS OF AN ADDICT. I was so happy to hear Sylvie call him out on his pie-seeking habits and his refusal to try to find out any information about the timeline he was pulled from. Like sure it might hurt to remember a family whom he'd lost, but I'd rather honour the memories of loved ones by remembering them than being too cowardly to do so.

I have to agree with the point I saw raised in another post of 'WHY do they have to fix the Loom? Surely all the multiple timelines managed to exist just fine on their own before it was created?' Also, hoo boy, did Loki's speech about how you can't free a people and then leave them to look after themselves remind anyone else of Asgard's justification of being the ruler of the Nine Realms? Keeping a military presence on those conquered worlds? AND NO, LOKI, YOU'RE NOT A GOD, YOUR DAD TOLD ME SO IN A BIT OF THE SACRED TIMELINE YOU DIDN'T GET TO EXPERIENCE. Although this time at the TVA is Loki's post-Thanos period when he was claiming the same thing in the Sacred Timeline, wanting to be a 'benevolent god'. So...that actually ties in.

Um -- do we all agree that Miss Minutes looked orgasmic watching everyone (except Brad) be crushed in the cube thingie?

(Was Loki pruning himself related back to the time slipping thing? I still don't really understand what the point of that was.)

OB: But if I reboot Miss Minutes, we'll lose the magic dampeners in the TVA!

Loki and Sylvie: THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF A PROBLEM!

Oh hell yeah, Bradley, prune that bitch! I HOPE YOU END UP IN THE VOID WITH A HUNGRY ALLIGATOR, RAVONNA.

Kudos to Timely for sensibly asking if it's safe before sticking his head inside some alien machinery and not just blindly following instructions.

LIGHT! BEAUTIFUL LIGHT IN THE TVA! I don't care what this means as long as I can properly see what's going on!

Oh. Oh shit. Spaghettification is what's going on, huh. *Salutes Victor Timely* May you get the afterlife you hoped for, sir, you died a noble death. Guys. Guys, stop staring into the blinding radioactive light; I'm sure that's not good for your eyes.

And...what a cliffhanger; it's like FINALLY all the pieces are falling into place and the story is getting to someplace exciting. That was a good episode; I hope it keeps up this pace next week and something good happens if the Loom is going pear-shaped. I gotta try to remember to watch this on Thursday for a change.

@delyth88 -- finally felt inspired to make a long reaction post! (And my stupid computer glitched about 2/3 of the way through and I had to rewatch what I'd already seen to remember what I had been commenting on! I blame the TVA.)

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DE PHILLIPS

Father figure!Trevor Philips x De Santa!Reader

Y/F/N = Your fake name.

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Ever since you could remember, you had been living out in Sandy Shores with Trevor Phillips. You didn't much know of your actual parents, but you knew they fought. A lot. Your mother was involved in the stripper business, and your father was a notorious robber. Whatever they were like, one day, while you were out alone in the snow, Trevor found and ran away with you.

And you never saw your family again.

Today, you walked into the trailer you and Trevor shared covered in blood, finding Wade there. After a few seconds silence, you explained, "Oh, uh, don't worry, none of this is mine." Wade replied, "OK...You seen Trevor?" You shook your head, and went to shower. After a quick 10 minutes, you left the trailer with Wade, only to find Trevor walking up to the porch, causing Wade to hide.

"Heya, dad," you said, before looking to Wade, as Trevor said to him, "Get back here...You're not even hidden. Have you got it?" Wade then defeatedly said, "I've been trying, Trevor." Trevor then gestured to him to climb up, only to punch him as he did, causing you to laugh. "Ah, so, uh, I thought you were locating Michael Townley," you asked.

"There's two Michael Townley's living in Los Santos. One is 83 and the other one is in Kindergarten. I asked her to put him on the phone just to be safe...She threatened to call the cops. I ain't no molester, Y/N!" Trevor angrily respon to Wade with, "Shut up before I molest you, alright! Now, is there anything else?" Wade slowly got to his feet and responded, "I-I looked through the photo directory. I did find a Michael De Santa. About the right age, married with two kids."

"What's his wife's name?", asked Trevor.

"...Amanda."

You and Trevor knew it was Michael.

"It's him. I'll wait in the truck," you said, getting into Trevor's truck. After another few minutes of talking between Trevor, Wade and Ron, all of you except for Ron set off for the trailer park of the Lost MC, set to tie up a loose end. "So, how we doing this?", you asked, causing Trevor to reply, "We're gonna be giving them quite the explosive suprise, my dear son/daughter/child." You were quick to catch the hint.

"Um...that might be nice, but, y'know, I'm starting to get a little wet over here," said Wade, as rain started to pour as Trevor drove. "Hey, so am I, and I ain't complaining," you responded, causing Trevor to laugh. After a few more minutes of driving, you pulled up just outside the Lost MC base. Trevor said, "Wait here, kiddies. Daddy's going to work."

Later...

You and Wade were talking when multiple trailers were blown up, catching you both off guard. As you looked to the scene, you spotted Trevor walking back, a smile on his face. As he got into the truck, you noted, "Well, the Lost are gonna be living up to their name." Trevor nodded, and said, "That they are, kid. Now, let's waste no more time. Let's go find my old buddy." And with that, you three set off on the drive to Los Santos.

"This Michael Townley must've pissed you off real bad, if you wanna find him so much," said Wade. "He didn't piss me off. The guys that killed him, the government bureau. They pissed me off," replied Trevor, before he noticed a bit of blood on your knuckles. "The fuck happened?", he asked, causing you to reply, "Oh, uh, some homophobe was preaching. I preached into his face." Trevor smiled.

As the drive continued, you could sense Wade getting bored. Your sense of compassion took over, and you asked, "Hey, Wade, I got a story if you wanna hear it." Wade immediately, joyfully said, "I like stories!" You smiled and said, "Of course you do. This one's about a troll named...Y/F/N."

"Y/F/N was born to two other, shittier trolls named Amy and Michelle. Amy worked at a strip joint before and Michelle robbed people from under his bridge. Now, Y/F/N wasn't happy. Amy and Michelle argued a lot, and Y/F/N's siblings, James and Trishie, weren't any better. One day, when little Y/F/N was five years old, and left alone in the cold, Y/P ran into a boy named...Trisha. He ran way with Y/F/N, away from the snow, away from the police, away from everything."

"And they lived happily ever after?", asked Wade, to which you answered, "In a way. But the details are for another day." As you replied, you spotted it. The big sprawl of fake and greed.

Los Santos.

You drove to a nearby hill. As you pulled up, you and Trevor got out and walked to the edge, and Trevor said, "So, Michael...this is where dead men come back to life, hmm?" You followed up with, "...Nearly 10 years. Oh, but you didn't even bother looking, did ya, father?...You fucking fuck!" Trevor finished with, "I grieved for you! You weren't even fucking dead...you were my best friend. Well, guess who's coming to shit on your doorstep, you fuck!" With that, you both walked back to the truck, and drove off.

"My cousin lives in a condo in Vespucci Beach," said Wade. You nodded, and you were headed there. "So, Y/N, what you gonna have to say to your old pops when you see him again?", asked Trevor. You thought for a second, before saying, "Well, he certainly won't like my words, that's for fucking sure."

And after another drive, you arrived at the condo. Wade got out and quickly made his way to the front door, you and Trevor not too far behind. "Floyd, it's me, Wade!" "Who?" "Me, Wade, your cousin!" "Who?"

Trevor then kicked the door open, knocking over Floyd in the process.

"Your cousin! Fuck! He's come to visit you, you rude fuck." You three made your way inside. You looked around, and told Floyd, "Nice place. Now you got any Sprunk, E-Cola, shit like that?" Floyd gestured to the fridge, in which you found a can of Sprunk, and swigged it down.

You were gonna need the energy for what you and Trevor had planned.

THE END.

#gta #gta 5 #gta v trevor #gta v fanfiction #gta fanfiction #gta 5 fanfiction #trevor philips #trevor gta

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HII its been soo long since I've written and I'm sorryy😭. But your recent Asim family story has finally given me inspiration! Also this may not be accurate bcs once again, I have forgoten:') So here is Lil!Asim's story!

Tw: Kidnapping, sad lilbaby:(

Being a part of the Asim family looks like something of a luxury, and it is, if you don't mind the monthly kidnapping, having 30+ siblings and always at stake of food poisoning, assassination, or being married off to another family to build connections. Life for Lil!Asim isn't remarkable, wake up, check for food poisoning then eat, study with your half siblings about something you will never use, lunch, walk around the palace, dinner and sleep. Since they have a lot of siblings, there are birthdays almost everyday, but most of them don't get celebrated by the royal family. The only real important birthday, or child to put it bluntly is Kalim, possibly the only one of their siblings who isn't born from a concubine. Since he is the oldest he is expected to take on the duty of Sultan from their father so most of their attention goes to him. Lil!Asim feels jealous of Kalim, not because they want to take over as Sultan and rule, but because they want the amount of attention that he gets.

Being the nth sibling in the family means that they usually get overlooked, alot. Sure they have their other siblings and their personal servant to confide in, but their siblings either are too young to understand, don't care, or have just accepted their life as is. They feel guilty ranting to their personal servant knowing that given the chance, they would switch places with them in a heartbeat. One day while they were walking around a more secluded part of the palace they hear a rustling sound, thinking that it's just one of the younger ones trying to sneak up on them Lil!Asim turns around and a handkerchief is shoved against their mouth and they black out.

They wake up in a dark room tied to a chair, gagged and with no way out. "I'm gonna assume this isn't the first time your family has experienced one a' their kiddies gettin' napped" A voice speaks to them in the dark. "I'm gonna cut to the chase, your gonna be held for ransom for about hmmm.... 2 Million Madol, the royal family must have at least that much right? But here's the catch kid, we ain't gonna give ya back." They snicker sinisterly as they see Lil!Asim's panic "We' gonna kill ya right in front of ya folks. I mean realistically speaking I don't think they'll care all that much. You got a buncha' siblings and you arent that old so, what's the harm in losing one kid?" Lil!Asim's heart races and aches at the same time, not only from the fear of their fate, but because the kidnapper is right.

In the past their older siblings have been kidnapped, but all the assailants were delt with. Lil!Asim was more of a middle child and they weren't as important as their older siblings. Why would their father waste 2 Million Madol on them? Why would he send out someone to rescue them? Why were they even here? Why did they have to be an Asim? Why cant it be someone else? "Welp, imma leave ya to wallow in your existential crisis and ACK! – " A sudden crash comes through a covered window. Lil!Asim's eyes took a little time to adjust to the light, they were shocked to see Kalim and his personal servant Jamil on the flying carpet. Jamil went and apprehended the kidnapper with a spell and Kalim approached Lil!Asim and hugged them tight. "Oh Lil!Asim I was so worried! When I heard from your personal servant that they haven't seen you around I asked them wear you last were and ahhug I can't tell you how worried I was when I saw your hair ornament on the floor." Kalim ranted on, Lil!Asim was uncomfortable, wasn't this what they wanted? Didn't they want attention? Why are they so unhappy now? Out of the corner of their eye they saw Jamil signaling to hug Kalim back to not seem suspicious.

They were about to return to the castle when Jamil said that he will report to the Sultan on his own. He gave Kalim a look and walked off, Kalim seemingly understood and offered to give Lil!Asim a carpet ride to cool off the nerves. They cant remember when they last went of a ride with their big brother on his carpet since they were children. Lil!Asim feels Kalim hug them once more and feel tears flowing onto their shoulder "Ah! uh.. Brother, why are you crying? I'm...I'm okay now" The white haired boy hugged them tighter "I know that kidnappings are common for a family like us but – your so young... and if I didn't come and find you... I can't even imagine what could happen.." Lil!Asim hugs their brother back as they start to understand why they were discontent with attention like this. If they would have to make people worry and fear their safety just to make their family look their way, why crave that kind of attention at all?

Their little joy ride ended when Lil!Asim pointed out the stars and they returned to the castle. Their younger siblings crowded around them as they cried abound being worried and scared of big sibling being taken. Kalim still didn't feel comfortable leaving them alone so they had a sleep over like the good old days.

YAY ITS DONE OMG ITS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT( ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) uhm to clear up the last part where Lil!Asim understands why they are unhappy is like... If the only attention they will get is by worrying friends and family rather than say a birthday, why get any attention at all? ANYWAY YES THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME <333 - >:} anon

GUYS NEW LIL ASIM FIC JUST DROPPED

okokok i love the writing of lil asim realzing that they wanted attention but not at the expense of their family :OO like, they crave the love and attention they've been deprived of but the moment they get it, they realize that when it spawns from worry it's bitter and unwanted.

and and them bonding with kalim during a carpet ride!! and stargazing!! ugh i love them

#a pompk answers #black sheep #a >:} anon's rambles

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I hate how tmnt will only ever give Mikey development in the comics like he has phased out into a background character at this point who is barley relevant in fact the only reason they add him is because he's part of a package deal and it would be hard to get rid of him even though it's become obvious they don't want Mikey a part of the series what so ever so they do everything in their power to make him as less relevant as they can. Also isn't it suspicious how when any big Mikey projects are in production of being made they suddenly get cancelled.? there was supposed to be a foot solider Mikey movie that got cancelled and the last Ronin was actually in production of being Mikey since the 90s there was another Mikey centric movie were his bros and sensei reverted back to turtles but guess what it got cancelled anything Mikey related that's important either gets \cancelled or thrown into the comics also rise actually had multiple Mikey centric eps on hand but the show got cancelled like it's honestly starting to get annoying let my boy live.

oh yeah, it’s definitely an unfortunate cycle of mikey being cut for time in almost any iteration outside of the comics. i think whilst a lot of people are familiar with all the ninja turtles outside of the realm of fandom, mikey is pretty much “the face man” of the franchise. he’s the one that most kids grew up having as their favourite. he’s gonna be front and center on lunchboxes and kiddie pyjamas. i think in that sense he’s pretty safe from ever being killed off or chopped from the actual franchise itself (plus if they ever did that permanently to any of the turtles, it would cause pretty big uproar) but it means as a result, he’s taken less seriously

i think it just unfortunately falls under the fact that whatever show/movie you’re watching, it quickly becomes apparent what turtle was the favourite of the writers and directors. pretty sure i’ve mentioned this before but the 2003 writers openly expressed how much they enjoyed leo + donnie as characters. you watch the 2003 series and that’s really plainly obvious. it’s not a bad thing, but again, every writer does it. heck, i do it. i write more mikey centric fics than i do, say, donnie, because it’s just more fun that way. a character will ultimately have to suffer at the hands of a writers bias, and sadly it’s always mikey that ends up suffering. just not in the way we want him to lol

that being said it gives me a little hope for the mutant mayhem series and sequel since seth rogan has voiced his favourite being mikey multiple times. i don’t think mutant mayhem solely focused on any one turtle, which i enjoyed, but going into future mediums for that branch of the franchise, i’m keeping my hopes high that he does just something with mikey. the potential is there. i would love to see what he does with it

but yeah. looking back, poor mike gets the short end of the stick. it’s funny, whenever i go back and do a 2012 rewatch, i get about halfway through the space arc and start to feel my enthusiasm dwindle, mostly because “journey to the centre of mikey’s mind” is like. the LAST mikey centric episode of the entire rest of the series (granted he has cool moments in later eps and isn’t totally under-utilised) but if you want an ep that’s just for him, it sadly ends right there.

same with 2003. i adore 2003 mikey but he doesn’t have a whole lot of episode focused on him. i was surprised going into rise that, even though it was considerably shorter than other shows, he still managed to have just a sparing amount of focused episodes on him alone. and then when looking into the deleted episodes, it didn’t really come as a big shock to me that a lot of those deleted episodes were mikey episodes (man i would have really really loved to have seen the robo pet one!!)

it’s also pretty consistent that whatever show or movie, the writers often talk about a plot where mikey’s brothers either end up de-mutated or de-aged and mike has to be the one to save them. kinda funny because it’s like: here’s this opportunity to have mikey really prove himself as more than capable and not just a goof — and yet, multiple times now that idea has been cut and he hasn’t had his chance to prove himself that way

i’m a mikey fan. i love all the turtles the same but i definitely am a mikey fan through and through. of course i’m gonna want a mikey centric plot and arc and all this. i know the chances of ever getting it are very slim but. yknow. i have the last ronin at least…… *sobs*

ANYWAY THAT GOT LONG i hope i didn’t sound like i was coming off like a real curmudgeon there i do still love what mikey we have been given in the last. 40 odd years.. but JUSTICE FOR MIKEY!!! he needs to be given his flowers. someone put him through the emotional meat grinder or i will <3

thanks for this ask anon!!

#ask #anon #tmnt mikey

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i hate the fact that batman kills joker for Jason has never been done before, because batman has literally killed Joker for superman before and guess what? He turned himself in,went to jail, and did his time. The writers say he would go crazy, but he didn't. he didn't care what joker thought cause he was planning on hurting his friend again and made sure it wasn't going to happen again. None of this "then he would win" bs that DC has been pulling. plus this could literally expand jason's character in other ways rather being the "rebel" of the family and add other types of conflict between them because lets face it , bruce is kinda hard to deal with.

Siiiiiigh.

Sigh.

I was really I wouldn't have to talk about this, but, well.

Anon, not only is it absolutely not Bruce's job to deliver the capital punishment because that is NOT what Batman stands for, it also adds completely nothing to the narrative substance. We can sit all here all day and pretend that revenge magically glues back everything that went wrong, but it doesn't.

Bruce doesn't kill Joker because it doesn't. Fucking. Matter. DC has been trying to show you this for fucking years now. Let's try actually understanding this time, okay?

Like you said, Bruce did kill Joker, AND HE LET THE FUCKER DIE. LIKE. MULTIPLE TIMES. IN SEPARATE OCCASIONS. and guess what?

It. Changes. Nothing.

Sure, DC can say Bruce doesn't kill because he's afraid of going ' crazy' as you diagnosed (good job on lumping years of trauma into a singular bad take. That's actually kinda impressive) but because he's TRAUMATIZED, and he'll always be traumatised, and his no kill code separates him from other superheroes.

The eye for an eye thing doesn't work when one of them is blind. It adds nothing to the narrative. Nothing to Bruce's and Jason's already fractured relationship. You think a batarang to Joker's chest is gonna make Jason jump in Bruce's arms like ' Oh papa!! I've been avenged! My traumatised soul has finally healed! The power of murder is better than therapy!'

Cause like. It doesn't. Kinda embarassing that I have to clarify it, but it doesnt

Anyway, ' Bruce should kill Joker for Jason :/' is tired and you're staying at the kiddie table until you realize that.

#asks #sorry if i come off as mean or aggressive its bc i am

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Special Blessing from Miraitabi!

Second part: Fairytale 🐈‍⬛

The glimmering white snow was quietly falling down in the town and so was the color of this dull indoors where life and death could become no stranger to each other at anytime.

…White walls and the faint smells of antiseptic, not much signs of liveliness can be sensed around here at this time except for the soldiers in green who were strenuously moving here and there to carry out the duty of their own.

However, amidst this seemingly colorless environment, there was a figure of someone half sitting and half lying on a couch. His silky smooth and a bit wavy hair was vivid like a dye derived from alkanet roots with a few locks sloppily falling over one side of his face. While keeping himself up close in the range of the warmth from heater just like a cat snuggling around the fireplace in midwinter, the man with a messy ponytail lazily peered through his shades to observe the achromatic scenery outside of a window.

...Time sure flies, because this year too, is going to pass by in the wink of an eye.

But since no story really had an end, the ‘Happy Ever After’ soon turned invalid —It was just something new that was going to take place.

The “journey” had already set off.

And with the fact that nothing just happened without a cause, the reason why something became the way it was until today was might as well being parts of his fault. So, at very least he made his ever fickle mind to do something about it sooner or later.

Slowly breathing in and out as he mentally counting the ticks of the clock for some way to kill time, he was certain that with this much chill of the night, his breath would gonna turn into a white fog if he was still out there wandering with no direction to go on the street. In fact, he did think the snow looked somehow fascinating but the cold was nowhere near appealing to him.

—That was what he idly thought until a hoard of spirited and mischievous little creatures gathered around him and started wrecking some noises.

“What’s up kiddies~? Do you have anything to do with this poor nii-san at this late?”

A few books were shoved right in front of him with pairs of several pleading eyes.

Oh, great. He caught a glimpse of their caretaker standing not far away from them with a quite worn-out look and a pair of thick bags under her eyes. Ho~ Not even those trained souls can keep up with the energy of these young buds?

“Hmm~ Reading you guys some books before bedtime? Ya know, if this wasn’t this late, I thought there were a heap lot of people who enjoy doing this better than me.”

Actually, this place usually had some regular visitors such as the writer friend of his who always dress like an actor from some period drama, or even that clown prick who seemed to be so good at handling children, and lately there was one tall lady with a proud look that she could seduce anyone in her gaze. However, this time was unfortunately a holiday night, so that was the main reason why there was no one around at the present.

“Alrighty~ Let me see which kind of stories you want this nii-san to read~”

Taking a glimpse of the cover on each book and he somehow had a sudden urge to turn them away.

…‘Snow White’ and ‘Sleeping Princess’, weren’t they?

What kind of thoughts filled in the heads of those authors when they decided to publish these kinds of stories for children? Especially when the stories featured their heroines to be just a damsel in distress who only waited for their princes to come rescue them or when the moral of stories became to be just ‘a kiss from true love’ can solve anything blah blah blah —Hello? Hey, do they even know that the crippled fantasy of theirs can shape up what children will think in the future?

But still, despite his subtle protest, the kids wouldn’t give up on their choices. They firmly insisted that they wanted to listen to some ‘heartwarming’ stories before bed so that they could have a good dream on the last night of this year.

…Dammit. And you little kids just ask a shameless player who had sworn to love no one like him for an unbelievable lovey-dovey tale? Talking about irony, yet he didn’t have the nerve to turn down their innocent plea.

At that moment, one idea popped up in his mind. If there was no favorable choice available then you had to create a new one, wasn’t it?

“Well then, how about nii-san telling you a story that you guys might never know before?”

After setting a bait on the hook, the big bad cat revealed a wide grin as he saw the school of fish easily falling into his trap.

“Shh...This story may neither have princes nor princesses to entertain you guys, but it’s not like angels and fairies doesn’t exist. Because believe me… Even something that is unable to be seen or even touched doesn’t mean it never exists.”

—And here we go, the fairytale as pure as white as snow, something that seemed too far innocent to be told by him started pouring out.

“...Once upon a time as the winter’s snow had fallen on the town, an unlikely encounter was somehow bound to take place.”

❆ Snow Fairy Story

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“In the new future to come, it’ll once more become that glimmering snow...”

Song Title: Snow Fairy Story Covered by: 奏音69 (KANON69) Original by: 40mP Fun Fact: This song was officially featured in [SNOW MIKU LIVE! 2015] and as for the the flower depicted in the video is called “Lily of the Valley” which its flower language meaning “The return of happiness” Guess who in my stories has been named after this flower?

(Credit for the picture: picrew created by @saya_TRPG)

Acoustic version by Osamuraisan if someone want the gentle version ;)

—Farewell 2023 …2024 is up ahead!

And now Mr. Cheshire’ voice claim has finally been checked! But what role is he in my stories? Anyway, the next guest for the next (and the final) part will be quite a case ...Curious for who is next?

▶︎ Third part: Nengajo★ (…Now loading)

#hypmic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #nara division #miraitabi #secret guest #a.k.a. mr. cheshire #christmas 2023 #farewell 2023 #special blessing mixtape #album #Spotify #reveal of the first secret character and also his vc #I wonder whom is this meow meow related to?#the next part will be a bit late due to my vacation though…

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