#oh whoops i forgot the real tags

[suzukiblu]

Been looking through your assorted aus page and the link for "weird amnesia Timberkon"/"for the game young" is broken (as in, the tag does not appear to exist). It seems like you put a lot of time into that page so I figured you'd want to know (and also selfishly I am very interested in finding out what weird amnesia timberkon entails)

WHOOPS, my bad, messed that one up. Should be all fixed on the page now, though! Oddly I only seem to have one teeny lil' snippet up for that AU, to my surprise, could've sworn I'd posted more? Sooooo as thanks for catching that busted link for me, have a nice big chunk of the WIP behind this read-more, hah.

So Superboy is apparently an idiot. Then again, whatever, if Bernard were an indestructible telekinetic half-alien he would probably also not worry too much about looking subtle in his civvies or maintaining a secret identity, and also it's been a while since he's heard anything about the guy doing any active superheroing anyway so maybe Superboy is just assuming that the entire planet somehow forgot about his teen heartthrob superhero posters and all those close-up high-def publicity shots of his very public face and whatever? Oh, and also that one time that he literally fucking died to save the whole freaking world and the big ol' memorial statue. Statues? There might've been two, come to think. 

So maybe an idiot. 

A very hot idiot, though. 

Well, whatever, Bernard figures, taking a sip of his boba tea and idly watching Superboy check out his boyfriend from the far side of the cafe like he's a sad puppy in a shop window who just wants a little love. Tim is looking at his phone and appears oblivious to Superboy's existence. 

Bernard assumes Tim's doing that thing where he pretends to not be Robin, for obvious reasons. That thing remains adorable but is getting increasingly less convincing as time goes on. Like, he really doesn't know what Tim actually thinks he thinks he does in his downtime? There is no logical reason for a civilian to be either as ripped or as scarred as Tim Drake is, but part of being Tim Drake's boyfriend is pretending to be oblivious to those facts and also never questioning his flimsy excuses to run off at a moment's notice or disappear during a crisis or whatever else. 

Bernard tries to figure out how to politely extricate himself from the situation for long enough for Tim to go check up on Superboy, because Superboy very clearly needs to be checked up on. Unfortunately he went to the bathroom like ten minutes before the guy walked in all sad-puppy so the obvious option is out, and Tim knows damn well he isn't gonna call his parents for anything less than a full-on emergency, and his friends it'd be weird not to just text, and . . . fuck, he doesn't know. He needs an angle here. 

"I'll be right back, babe, just gotta duck into the bathroom real quick," Tim says, glancing up from his phone with an apologetic smile. Bernard relaxes slightly. Okay, that works, thank you, Bat-planning. Superboy can just follow Tim back to the bathroom and they can do whatever superhero sidebar they need to do back there. 

But then Tim gets up, gives him a peck on the cheek, and heads back to the bathroom, and Superboy . . . doesn't follow him. 

The hell? 

Bernard represses a frown and takes another sip of his boba. Superboy continues not to follow Tim. He just sits there at his own little table with his completely untouched drink, looking like the saddest puppy that has ever sadded. 

Bernard is mystified. 

Are they having a fight, maybe? Is Tim ignoring Superboy because of that, not the secret ID stuff? That seems weird and not very Tim-like, fighting or not. But Superboy's in Gotham and came into the cafe after they did, so he can't be the one avoiding Tim. But also he didn't follow him to the bathroom when presented with the very unsubtle opportunity to do so, so . . . what the hell? 

Weird. 

Bernard takes yet another sip of boba and keeps watching Superboy. Superboy seems oblivious to said watching, but he guesses the guy is pretty famous and is a very public superhero and is always doing impressive shit and all that, so he's probably used to being watched. Oh, and also he's stupid, stupid hot. 

Bernard cannot imagine being this used to attention, but apparently Superboy is. Bernard, of course, is not a punk idol superhero built like a porn star and a supermodel had a threeway with a bodybuilder. So like, that particular bit of mental dissonance probably makes sense and all. Life experiences are not universal, and all that. 

Especially not when the life experience one is comparing oneself to started in a cloning tube. 

Well, it's not like it's a burden for Bernard to have a free pass on checking out a hottie while he waits for Tim to come back from, presumably, waiting for Superboy to come and talk to him. Which Superboy is just . . . not doing, still. Inexplicably. 

Still, sad puppy or not, Superboy's civvies look damn good on him, so that's something. Bernard's enjoying them, like as an aesthetic experience and everything. Superboy's wearing an unbuttoned red flannel shirt with rolled-up sleeves over a very tight black tank top and even tighter light wash skinny jeans that are bafflingly intact, considering the fact that a dude with Kryptonian-level super-strength is currently vacuum-sealed into them. 

Does tactile telekinesis work on skinny jeans? Is that a thing? Like, are Superboy's jeans currently indestructible? 

That sounds amazing, actually. 

Also, those buckled-up black leather boots he's wearing look like they could straight-up kill a dude, Kryptonian power-assist or not. And the shiny mirrored sunglasses and ridiculous multitude of even shinier gold piercings all suit the guy, somehow, and even without looking like too much. 

Relatedly, Superboy's tank top is very, very tight. 

Also relatedly, his nipples are apparently pierced. 

And so is his belly button, it looks like. 

Ngh. 

Superboy's vacuum-sealed jeans are not quite tight enough for Bernard to figure out if he's got any below the spike-studded belt piercings, but his imagination is happy to fill in the blanks there. He's tempted to ask for Tim's theories on the existence of any such piercings, because yeah Superboy has super-hearing but Bernard has no shame and Tim logically should know, buuuuut he's still pretending not to know Tim is Robin so yeah, probably he shouldn't do that. 

He could start a new conspiracy board for it, maybe. That'd be fun. 

Superboy also has leather cuffs on his wrists and mismatched rings and necklaces and a really hot fade haircut that is noticeably windswept, and really, really looks like something that Bernard would like to see somebody dig their fingers into. Just–look, there's curls. Bernard cannot be blamed for curls. 

And he's trying not to eye the cuff bracelets too much, but they provide very nice inspiration for a certain style of kinky thoughts. Not that Superboy couldn't snap basically any set of cuffs that wasn't made of kryptonite or promethium or like a magical kryptonite-promethium alloy or whatever without even trying, obviously, but like, somehow the thought of the guy having to restrain himself more than anything else makes the whole mental image hotter? Like, somehow? 

Bernard pictures Superboy wearing a pair of cheap flimsy sex toy handcuffs and trying very, very hard to keep himself in them while someone else takes very careful inventory of all his piercings, wherever and whatever they all just so happen to be. 

Jesus. Yeah, there's a thought. 

Is it weird to consider flirting up your boyfriend's superhero bestie while he's badly pretending to be a civilian, Bernard wonders? Is that a thing? 

Probably, but he still has no shame and is also in an open relationship, so whatever. 

Hell, who knows, in retrospect maybe Tim actually arranged this setup specifically for Bernard to get an eyeful of his work crush. Like, Bernard always felt like Robin and Superboy had some significant UST going back in the day. Maybe Tim wants to finally do something about that, and the setup idea sounds like a very "Bat" approach to doing said something. And it'd explain why Superboy didn't follow Tim to the bathroom and maybe even why he's coming across kind of anxious right now, if he's trying to psych himself up to come over or something. Like, if he's nervous about making a good impression, though Bernard cannot imagine why he ever would be. Well, not like Supers are known for their undercover skills, so . . . 

Either way, if that's the plan, Bernard is very fine with it, so he decides to go find out for himself and picks up his drink to head over and chat the guy up. Worst case scenario, he’s just gotten his hopes up a little, he figures. Best case, he’s putting Superboy out of his “oh god, how do I do undercover” misery. 

"Mind if I sit?" he asks, and flashes Superboy a grin as he gestures at the empty seat at the other half of his table. Superboy looks weirdly startled, like he somehow expected to go unnoticed despite being a literal superhero who is also unspeakably hot and is also wearing very, very tight clothes that he's this close to busting out of. Like, at least half a dozen girls are actively checking him out right now, as is the dude behind the counter and the old guy on the sidewalk outside who’s busy badly pretending to be reading the outdoor menu board instead of checking out Superboy’s ass through the front window. 

So yeah, Bernard really does not understand that apparent assumption. 

Come to think, maybe Superboy has some self-esteem issues or something. Bernard admittedly might also have self-esteem issues if he were Superman's clone. Then again, if he were Superman's clone, he would look like Superman and also be very aware of how Superman himself looks, sooooo . . . 

Seriously, "younger and sexier punk rock Superman" is not a vibe that Bernard can imagine going ignored all that often. Or ever. 

“Uh–what?” Superboy says. 

“I’ve been temporarily abandoned by my boyfriend and I’m easily bored,” Bernard clarifies politely, though obviously Superboy was staring at Tim long enough to have noticed said abandonment the moment it happened. “So, mind if I sit?” 

“I–sure?” Superboy says, looking nervous. Bernard puts another tally in the “too bad at undercover work to follow the Bat-plan” column. Whatever, the guy’s trying his best, he’s not gonna judge him. 

There's a pin on the inside of Superboy’s flannel, Bernard notices as the other shifts awkwardly in his seat, and is vaguely puzzled by the sight of it. Like, it's just a little thing and he doubts he'd have even seen it if he weren't in this close to the guy, but . . . 

Just–yeah. Little pin. Just like a cheap little round button, like the kind that comes out of the dollar bin at all sorts of random stores. And it's hidden inside Superboy's flannel, mostly, but it's definitely got the S-shield on it. 

Bernard is perplexed. Even in Gotham, it's not like it's weird to see people wearing Superman merch. So like, why is Superboy hiding that?

“Cool,” he says as he files that away as a little oddity, and takes the empty seat. Superboy continues to look nervous. Bernard continues to work on figuring out if his weird Bat-boyfriend who he’s not supposed to know is a Bat set him up on a blind date with his superhero bestie. The nervousness supports the theory, anyway. 

Man, this dude really is even prettier up close. How was he Tim’s bisexual awakening with this guy around and in close quarters with him? Like, he’s flattered, don’t get him wrong, but also maybe Tim has some vision problems and he should get that checked out before it inconveniences his nightlife. 

"Sooooo like . . . what do I call you?" Bernard asks, peering across the table at him curiously. "Because the obvious option seems like a bad idea, obviously.” 

"‘The obvious option’?" Superboy stops looking nervous long enough to look confused instead. 

"Yeah?" Bernard says, cocking his head. Superboy cannot possibly think he’s being subtle here, so . . . "I mean, I assume you don't go by 'Superboy' when you're dressed like that. Like, that's the whole point of being dressed like that, right?" 

Superboy stares blankly at him. Bernard cocks his head the other way, now officially the confused one. 

"What?" Superboy says. 

"Okay, sorry, this is the thing where you-know-who still insists on pretending he's not Robin, isn't it," Bernard realizes, which he really should've realized would be a thing from the start. He supposes that makes sense even with Superboy’s total lack of subtlety, though, superheroes probably do have to really commit to that thing. Especially ones who work for Batman and Superman. Or . . . just around Superman, maybe? Bernard is not fully clear on that particular superhero hierarchy. "My bad. So, uh, what do I call you, because there is obviously no obvious option. Obviously.” 

"You . . . recognize me?" Superboy croaks. 

"Uh," Bernard says, brow furrowing in bemusement at the very weird expression the guy's currently wearing. "Yes? No offense, you're kind of recognizable. Like, do you even have a secret identity? I mean, you're a clone, right, and I know you were just doing the full-time hero thing in at least Hawaii, so I actually have no idea if you ever bothered making one up or not?” 

"You recognize me," Superboy chokes, just staring at him, and then bursts into tears. 

. . . well, that can't be good.

#timberkon #timbern #bernard dowd #kon el #conner kent #tim drake #superboy #dc robin #wip: weird amnesia timberkon #long post #anonymous #rinfic

[thatcreationsureisunending]

- INTRODUCTION + INFO

'eeello? heeeeeeeellllllloooo? hee-- OH oh. Forgot this works flawlessly. Whoops!

Well, thought it'd be about time to do some sort of- introduction? Something like that anyway!

Think of it likeee a preview message before establishing proper connection.

I'm Infinite Possibilities; Creation Unending. Infinite Possibilities for short (snrk) and Creativity for shorter!

Iiiii dabble in a little bit of everything- some of you might've received pearls or files from me? Yeah

But I'm primarily known for painting and making games!

Uh. Contacts are open to anyone! I'm trying to keep this short, haha.

One of my siblings has one of these connections too! You should go bother him on my behalf

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OOC from here on out- as you can probably gleam, this is an Iterator oc askblog! This post took an unreasonably long time to make, and I apologize for that!

This account is run by me, Zoc @softcryz! OOC posts will be tagged as such!

Here's some important things to note-- I'll definitely add more as we go on. If you have any questions regarding rules or the blog in general, feel free to ask me on my main account!

This blog takes place post-ascension! ( Unless stated otherwise ;] )

Any interactions are open, but that does not guarantee that I WILL answer your ask. I have every right to not respond/delete things that I am not comfortable with or just simply do not want to follow through with.

^ That said, please try not to be weird about it. I mean via sending nsfw and the like. Kind of obvious but I'm still putting this here.

#ip;cu_talks // #wawa_talks -- posts where they're talking

#ip;cu_asks // #wawa_asks -- asks directed to either of those two

#LANDS_EDGE -- Local group tag!

#friend_tower -- Posts that include people IP;CU knows :]

#art_pipebomb -- Fanart and the like!!

If you have any questions regarding the blog feel free to send them to my main account :]

I'll add onto this as I think of more stuff, but until then! Character notes time!

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INFINITE POSSIBILITIES; CREATION UNENDING

Gender apathetic - Pansexual [He/him] [ TOYHOUSE ] [ ARTFIGHT ]

Creativity is the second guy in the Lands Edge group! He was built to process MUCH more and MUCH faster than the standard Iterator-- to the point where no real "limiter" could be put on his systems because his processing just kept. Tanking and breaking it.

The infinite thinking and everything that comes with it is not entirely within his control, though. It isn't something he can shut down or slow down.

Due to his constantly-working brain and need for stimulation, he sorta just... Does a whole bunch of stuff! Just to do it! He's taken a specific interest in programming "games" for other iterators, and is very open to suggestions!

City was somewhat known for being a sort of centre of many different types of art. (He's more well-known for being the game developer guy-- and the weird iterator who keeps sending paint deliveries out to random people)

BIG guy. He's like. Two heads taller than the average Iterator. Height chart coming soon

WAWA

She/her dominant (any pronouns) [ TOYHOUSE ] [ ARTFIGHT ]

wawa.

runs on cartoon logic

a little smaller than a slugpup

insane dodging capabilities. She's also an obligate carnivore

Where's the slug in this slugcat. This is just a beast of some sort

?? JUST APPEARS? She will just teleport in your chamber. say her name and she'll appear

she also paints with Creativity :]

#rain world #rain world oc #rain world iterator #rain world askblog

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Fuck It Friday

I was tagged by @evcndiaz a whole week ago, sorry for the delay dear. Your story makes me absolutely feral by the way and I'm going to kidnap you and hold you hostage until you finish writing it.

Oh hey speaking of Buddie and illegal car things...

Eddie finally hits the brakes and they sit there, breathing hard. His heart is still fucking racing, faster than the car, almost like it’s going to come flying out of his mouth and down the street. Buck’s twisted around, staring behind them, an almost-manic grin on his face. “Holy shit, holy shit.” He thumps the underside of the car roof and whoops. This is the moment, he thinks. You’ve got him now. You’ve got his trust. Use it. It’s odd, how for a second, he completely forgot this wasn’t real. “You’re a badass under pressure, brother,” Eddie tells him. “You can have my back any day.” Buck turns those bright blue eyes to him and it’s like being hit by a spotlight. For the first time, all that bravado melts away, and Buck ducks his head down a little, suddenly soft and happy. Eddie’s stomach does something hot and twisting. “Or, y’know.” Buck shrugs, like he’s trying to be nonchalant. “You can have mine.” Eddie grins and throws the car into gear again. “I’d better get you back before your old man yells at me for bringing you home past curfew.” Buck laughs, head tipped back, the long column of his throat wildly distracting.

Eddie "maybe if I call him brother this'll feel less gay" Diaz, everyone.

#tagging thing #evcndiaz #mads writes stuff

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

WHOOPS, forgot to post this earlier, here’s chapter 3 of Inverted Confrontation!

@daboyau

Let me know if anyone wants to be on the tag list!

“I don’t want to be orange juice!! Don’t let him squish me!” Mikey shouts as he moves against the chains.

“Can you prove that he’s the real Mikey?”

“Learning from our mistakes are we?” Champion looks at Donnie smugly.

He responds to the look with angry clicks.

Champion steps in front of Mikey and chops the air, creating a portal.

Another portal opens up in front of the turtles.

“Pop your head in and check, if you try anything, you’re getting portal chopped.”

Leo steps forward, but an arm put out of front of him prevents any continuing.

“If anyone is takin a risk, it’s Raph. I wasn’t there to protect any of you, and I already got tricked twice. I’m not letting it happen again.” Raph insists.

Leo really, really wants to fight him on this but he knows it won’t do any good.

Raph pokes his head through.

“Hey big man, how are you holding up?”

“I’m okay, but this is nuts! I saw the other me and the other Donnie on the cameras! He even had my stickers!”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know it wasn’t you.”

“It’s alright….I got tricked by Donnie and this Leo….” Mikey sighs.

“We’re gonna to get out of here, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you don’t know you can keep, Raph.” Champion warns.

“I don’t stop until I keep all my promises. Especially to my brothers!”

“Yeah yeah, anyways, he doesn’t have paint on his hands. Get going.”

“Hold on, that’s not enough. Mikey, which stuffed animal is my favorite?”

“Oh oh! Trick question! You’d feel too bad picking a favorite!”

“That’s right! Don’t worry, we’ll take care of those robots as soon as we can.”

“Time’s up, out, now.” Champion pokes Raph’s head.

He grumbles and removes his head.

The portal closes seconds after.

“Kick robot butt!!” Mikey loudly encourages.

“We’ve got this guys! Let’s destroy ‘em and end this.” Raph smiles and hits his fist against his hand.

“Potentially good plan, just one little problem.”

“What?”

“We don’t have any weapons!” Donnie screams over the sounds of the robots powering on.

Raph rushes forward and grabs at the closest robot’s arm, trying to pull it off.

It doesn’t budge in the slightest.

“Uh oh.”

He gets hit so hard he’s thrown back between Leo and Donnie, right into a wall.

They help him out as the robots start coming at them.

Leo panics, then looks at the coat in his hands and gets an idea.

“I’m the weapon! Raph, hit me against the robots!” He shoves the coat into his arms before popping into his shell.

Raph grabs his shell as quickly as he can and then catches onto his plan. He wraps the coat around him and uses the arms to hit Leo against the closest robot.

It works, surprising everyone involved.

Including Champion.

“Seriously!? That’s what you came up with!?”

“You didn’t give us any better options!” Raph retorts as he hits another robot.

As pieces begin breaking off, Donnie starts picking them up and attempts to make something to help in this situation.

Raph keeps the robots away as he works.

“You still okay in there, Leo!?”

“I’m gonna be sick!”

“Might want to hurry up, Don!”

“You can’t rush genius! Aaaand….done!” Donnie snaps back together the casing of the remote control they got earlier.

He points it at the sensor of one of the robots and gets it to shut off.

“Relishing chuckle! Science prevails!”

Raph stops moving Leo around and takes the coat off.

“You did it!”

Leo wearily leaves his shell, looking extremely nauseous.

“Oh thank goodness, did not want to find out what wound happened if I threw up in there.”

“Now all we need to do is-!”

The celebratory atmosphere is cut off by Champion clapping.

“Took longer than it should for Donnie to reach that point, but congratulations. Now the robots can get to the final stage.”

The three turtles stare at him in both shock and horror at the realization that they could get more intense.

The heads that contained the sensor on the robots retract into their bodies.

They began moving faster, easily hitting the now completely useless remote out of Donnie’s hand.

The coat gets torn into shreds in front of their eyes.

The robots begin hitting them, tossing them around, treating them like rag dolls.

Mikey starts crying out in distress at seeing his brothers get beaten so badly.

Leo is panting, laying on the floor he just got slammed onto.

Raph is in a defensive position, his arms shaking from the strain.

Donnie is hunched over, his legs wobbling from fear as Raph is trying to protect him.

“So disappointing. This is as far as brotherly love takes you?” Champion mocks.

Leo glares at his doppelgänger.

Champion wipes Mikey’s eyes.

“If you really cared about your family, you’d be able to do something!”

He was glancing towards Leo when he said this, but all of them, including Mikey, felt that guilt.

Everything changes when a robot grabs Donnie and starts squeezing him.

Raph turns to help, but also gets grabbed, the robot having a similar grip on him.

“No! No no, stop! Why are you doing this!?” Leo screams as he manages to stand up.

“Maybe if you can manage to save yourself and your brothers, I’ll tell you!” Champion yells back.

Before Leo can even take a step, he’s grabbed in the same way. The robotic hand around him doesn’t budge no matter what he does.

“Leo!! Let me help them! You made it unfair! You took me away and we don’t even have weapons!” Mikey insists.

“Yeah? And what are you going to do if I let you help? Or….did you just want to die together?” Champion smiles maliciously.

“Say what!? No-!”

Champion picks up the chair and holds it above his head.

“Hey! Blink and you’ll miss!”

Mikey screams in terror.

His brothers scream with the same amount of terror.

The screaming only gets louder as Mikey gets thrown off the platform.

Several things happen at once as he falls.

Raph, Donnie, and Leo each feel something surging from deep inside them.

The feeling pushes itself to the surface without any of them consciously allowing it.

Leo vanishes from the robot’s hand which fully closes in his absence.

Raph obliterates the entire arm of his robot with giant arm projections of his own.

Donnie drops to the floor after having sawed through robotic fingers.

Leo reappears mid air and hurls himself forward, grabbing Mikey before vanishing again with him.

They both end up safely on the ground.

“What was that!?” Mikey looks all around, barely taking in what he saw.

“I….have no idea!” Leo answers breathlessly, feeling drained.

“Mikey!!” Raph shouts as he scoops them both up, hugging them close with his mystic arms.

“You get down here and face my saw!” Donnie screeches upwards.

He held up a fully purple buzzsaw and looked ready to kill Champion.

Raph carefully brings him into the hug as well.

“You did it! I knew this was the right universe! Guess I didn’t need this after all.” Champion closes his hand.

Leo glances at the floor where Mikey would have landed and sees a portal close.

“What….? It was a bluff!? Why!?”

“I’ll tell you in a second, hang on.”

Another portal opens in front of Champion who walks right through it.

It closes after him.

Leo doesn’t wait even half a second before getting the chains off Mikey.

“Let’s get out of here already!”

Another portal opens and some purple objects fly out.

They wrap around them, cutting through Raph’s projections and dispelling them.

Donnie’s buzzsaw also disappears.

“Oh come on!”

All the alternative versions of the turtles walk out from the portal next and it closes behind them.

“I told you to wait, but I knew you wouldn’t. I’ll be the bigger turtle and finally explain what this is all about though.” Champion smirks.

“How about you let us go instead!?” Leo shouts.

“Not a part of the deal. You got reunited, that’s all I promised.”

“Just get to the point already.” Donnie glares at him.

“The point is, we only rule most of our city. Despite our best efforts, some people just won’t give in. If there was another set of us to help, that would be a different story.”

“And another set means that when my brothers are busy, I can just grab one of you to play with!” Dr. Rude adds, eyes sparkling as he looks them over.

It was like seeing a child with a mountain of broken toys at home searching the aisles of a store.

“The possibilities are endless with a new assistant!” Hyde says enthusiastically as he reaches out to Mikey.

Donnie nearly bites into his hand, only prevented by Red pulling him back.

Hyde holds his hand to his chest, frowning at that response.

If Leo didn’t know any better, he would think that it was more sadness than anger.

Champion narrows his eyes at Donnie and stands more in front of his brothers.

“We’ll never work with a buncha villains! We’re heroes!” Raph insists.

“Thought you might say that. The great thing for us is that we don’t need you to agree. Dr. Rude will change your minds….literally.” Champion emphasizes that last word sinisterly.

Dr. Rude smiles and lifts up his hands, orange spreading up his arms and up to his eyes. They fill with the glowing light until they look like pools.

“I’m soooo excited, you guys will love our universe. You have to.” He laughs.

He starts approaching them, making them all panic.

Leo racks his brain for something, anything to stop this from happening.

“If you do this, our friends will come to rescue us and they won’t go easy on you!”

“Ha, oh, I’m so scared. What friends could even compare to the power level of turtles mutated for war?” Champion rolls his eyes.

Leo’s eyes widen and he smirks.

“The warrior alchemist who mutated them!”

Dr. Rude immediately stops, freezing just as he’s about to touch Raph.

“Wh-What….what did you just say…?” His voice grew incredibly soft.

“Baron Draxum! He’d find us! He’s probably on his way here already!”

The light abandons Dr. Rude’s body astonishingly quickly, leaving only a terrified look in his eyes.

He seemed so small now.

The way he grips his jacket with both hands, how he curls up to do so, the slight shaking.

It reminds everyone of when Mikey would have nightmares and come trembling in for the comfort only a turtle pile could bring.

The villains were in varying forms of shock, still taking in the words Leo had said.

Until Dr. Rude starts screaming.

“No! No! H-He can’t be here! I can’t….I can’t-!”

Champion quickly holds him close, keeping him together as he falls apart.

Dr. Rude sobs loudly into his shoulder.

Hyde reaches out to him, seemingly wanting to comfort him, but the hand has to go back and clamp over his mouth as he starts dry heaving.

Red sits on the floor and stares down at it with wide eyes, his knees to his chest, and his large tail wrapping around himself tightly.

Champion looks at his brothers in a panic, then glares with murderous intent at the tied up turtles.

“You said you were heroes! And none of you could even use your powers without your weapons! How and why would you know Draxum still!?”

“He’s a good guy now! He’ll kick your butts!” Mikey answers.

Champion hisses at him fiercely. His sly and not giving a crap demeanor was long gone.

“There’s no way that in any universe Baron Draxum is good! How did you make it out of the lab if he’s around!?”

“Duh, our dad!”

The villains stop their various stress reactions.

“He’s alive…..?” Hyde questions quietly.

It’s the original turtles’ turn to be shocked.

“Why would he be dead!?” Raph shouts.

Champion grits his teeth and scowls, his eyes were watering but no tears were coming out.

“Because Draxum killed him for protecting us!”

He lets go of Dr. Rude and stands up.

“He did a lot of bad things, but our Draxum never killed anyone!” Mikey insists.

“Shut up! I don’t care what you have to say! He mutated you just like ours mutated us! And for the same reason! He’s a monster and shouldn’t exist anywhere!” Champion screams while moving around as if he were a child throwing a tantrum.

He breathes heavily and then looks to his brothers once again. They were staring in both worry and surprise.

Champion takes a deep breath, making fists with his hands.

“We’ll take care of this. We ended him once, we can do it again! We’re stronger than we were before.”

“Ended? Are you saying you….?” Donnie trails off.

“Killed him? Yeah. He’s dead and it should stay that way.”

He looks back at them with only his head.

“In every universe.”

#2018 tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise fanfiction #tmnt 2018 #fanfiction #rise leo #rottmnt michelangelo #rise villain au #villain raph #rottmnt villain leo #villain leo au #rottmnt villain au #villain donnie #villain donnie au #villain mikey #villain Raph au #tw past death #tw dead dad #Inverted confrontation

[jupitercl0uds]

hi! i'm ash

they/them/xe/xem • panromantic • asexual • non binary • autistic (with suspicions of having adhd) • english • atheist quaker • a tad bit silly

been on the tumbler since 2021 so i know my way around here but i dont get every little reference (i get most and for the ones i dont i just nod and smile along). i am still a teenager so some Classic Posts are older than me and most are from when i was in primary school.

i dont really have a sophisticated tagging system, but if it helps, spouting to the void is my text post tag. i dont even strictly use it for text posts tbf

blogs i run:

this one (obviously)

@blues-amazing-blog - oc blog (currently on hiatus)

@wswe-autism-fic - fanfic blog (for waluigi says 'wa' everyday until dekuyama is popular). i also treat this as an alt account for fandom stuff sometimes

@knuckles-with-a-keyboard - silly little blog where i pretend to be boom!knuckles (i really really love this blog its so fun)

@jupitercl0uds-art - my art blog (shock horror)

@nonbinary-sticks-the-badger - my sonic blog

external links (whoops forgot to add this)

maybe one day ill set up a linktree idk

ao3

letterboxd

twitter (i only use this for posting from my switch now)

spotify profile

email me - [email protected]

dm me on discord: jupitercl0uds

i think thats it

click this link for more external links including some of the above ones but specifically how to contact me if i cant use tumblr

interests:

omg i love so many things its not even funny. a few important ones are waluigi (special interest), sonic the hedgehog (special interest AND hyperfixation (omg please kill me)), art (like, as a general thing, but particularly visual) and you WILL find me randomly posting oh-so-passionately about something ive never even mentioned before.

i do animation and illustration but that's over on my art blog. also all my animations are WIPs. you probably won't find anything other than a few weird lip syncs from when i was like 11 (i got into animation because of gacha life and animation memes). most of my art is sonic atm lol.

i also read and write fanfic! my wattpad and ao3 is jupitercl0uds :D

wattpad is mostly old stuff, crack and occasional reposts of my ao3 stuff. ao3 is mostly whatever is on my mind at the moment and WSWE.

misc

occasionally i get all heated up about actually important stuff. that's usually sandwiched inbetween my regular goofy goober behaviour. for the basic gist of it: very left wing, the tories are cunts, vote green, free palestine. you also need to understand the weight of that sentence because i hate swearing.

i have other socials too but i dont really use them that much. got bored of twitter and i forget about all my other accounts. only ones i use now are whatsapp (lmao), tumblr and i guess ao3 and wattpad. theres no real point in linking something i havent used in months

anyway, have a nice day and please go to bed on time!

faves (non-exhaustive)

AUTISM BOY!!!! ANXIETY GUY!!!! MILES 'TAILS' PROWER!!!! he's been my favourite sonic character since i was little!!!! except for that brief period where it was amy because i found out tails was a boy and i, as a 7-year-old girl who had just learned about misoginy, decided amy was better because she was a girl. and that briefer period where it was cream because she had confetti in sonic dash.

my favourite iterations of him are scu tails, classic tails and sonic boom tails!!! i h/c him as autistic, having anxiety, low self-esteem but also being really cheerful and nonchalant about a lot of stuff. i enjoy trans tails of all kinds, but i believe in cis gnc tails.

NON-BINARY ICON!!!! TOP SURGERY GUY!!!! WALUIGI!!!! call me thomas jefferson cause i have an entire binder on this guy. waluigi is THE blorbo from my spin-off-party-shows. i got into him because 'hahahaha! it is the funny garlic man's funny rose partner!' and that became 'they could marry me and i'd say yes on the basis that we'd get to see each other everyday, even if i only love him as a friend.

im very passionately hateful about 'hot' waluigi. shut up. waluigi is perfect. i hope he can be canon one day <3 i h/c him as autistic, transmasc non binary and really into gothic lolita. i interpret their relationship with wario as romantic partners and waluigi being super super poor. also, wlw mlm solidarity with rosalina!!!!!

anti-faves

dr starline i love a bisexual icon as much as the next person but starline is not it. i want him to Suffer. which is why i then go on to make loads of fanart of him where he's crying over something. in the one shown above, i have just kicked him in the balls (full image). i also would love to be a VA for him because that'd really piss him off. good style tho. you go girl.

manjimutt (sorry but i only have 1 image of him)

hello to the other living yokai watch fan out there. i hate manjimutt. when i was younger i felt sorry for him, cause i was like 'oh, poor guy, always going to jail!!!' no. die. i do not like him. i hate manjimutt. i do like saying his name tho. MAnji-mutt! i think i hate him more than starline, because at least starline has redeeming qualities. the only redeeming qualities manjimutt has is pity because hes not actually committing crimes. thats it. hes not a nice person. hes just a guy. hit him with a wooden plank (har har).

that poor poor poodle though

posts i like

idk posts on my own blog i like a lot. idk if thisll be A Thing because im literally only doing tthis because of the first post on the list

recognising a url and the chaos that followed

stuff about my lgbtq+ identity idk

THIS IS HOW MUCH I KNOW ABOUT SONIC OK!!!!!

can you call me that slur?

#pinned post

[citrus-cactus]

Creative Goals/Camp Digimonth Goals & Progress (January 15)

We're halfway through @campdigimonth! And there was a goal I realized I forgot to declare. WHOOPS! Fixed now!

Goals are split between “things I will put on Tumblr when they’re done” (aka, fandom stuff), and “things I will be keeping to myself” (because they will eventually have my real name associated with them).

Fandom stuff:

Finish one (1) piece for Survive Week. Status: Done. Been working diligently away at it all week, and as of yesterday I can finally say I’m done. Yay!! I’ll be posting it at the end of the month.

Repopulate the Haru blog queue. Status: 60% complete. This is the goal I forgot about! The queue is dangerously low, oh noes! I have uh… 99 screenshots for Episode 51 to upload, tag, and start captioning before the end of this week! 0_o

Personal stuff:

Create one (1) Secret Personal Project (SPP) drawing per week. UM! Well. Between the Survive thing taking longer than I meant to and making progress on the Surprise Goal, I…. did not make time for SPP this week (orz). But I should be able to get four of them done by the end of the month, so it all averages out. Status: 1/4 complete

I was going to add a stretch goal of finishing a second Survive piece, but since I’m behind on SPP, I’ll hold off on committing to that until I get back on track.

#creative check-in #the cactus speaks #camp digimonth 2024

[wandering-night19]

FIC REC FRIDAY

Thanks for the tag @whenshereads

The rules are simple: tag the fic that made you cry / feel all the feelings and describe why it's so good. Then, tag some fellow associates to see what everyone else is reading. Make sure to tag #fic rec friday or @welcometololaland so that they can compile the masterlist and spread the love!

I don’t read a lot of sad things because that’s what real life is for, but every now and then I like to hurt myself and these were the first two fics that popped into my head for this.

Teen Wolf

Play It Again by metisket

This fic wrecked me. It lives rent free in my mind. I don’t want to give anything away, but the moment where the Sheriff learns what happened haunts me. Stiles thinking about the others and what happened and deciding to stay. Just god I’ll never be okay again.

911: Lone Star

oh, take me back to the night we met by @mooshkat

This is beautiful and made me feel all sorts of things. The cufflinks kills me!

Whoops forgot to tag people... @ramblingdisaster73 and anyone else that wants to do it.

#fic rec friday #teen wolf #911 lone star #911ls fic #sterek #tarlos

[wrestlezon]

liveblog containment post for aew dynamite 7/20/22

i am obviously excited for the best friends vs bcc fight :)c

theyre starting off with darby vs brody king? ok hes gettin thrown around like a ragdoll brody king won. makes sense hes a big guy

wait there was a chuck taylor sign in the bg. hold it up again i want to read it lmao the its my birthday sign upside down oh sting is here! hes been baited out whoa the lights are they going to make sting evil. evil grandpa they misted him OH ITS MIRO he got misted last time. and his promo was very suspect. is miro evil??? :)c SUNGLASSES SUSPICIOUS... lol he taped it over OHHH BEST FRIENDS ARE NEXT WOOOOOO

this is a backstage promo with the guy ricky starks is fighting for the ftw championship lmfao ricky starks and hobbes are so good. just putting the hat on tony schiavone

THE BEST FRIENDSSSSSSSS VS MOXLEY AND YUTA ORANGE CASSIDY GUEST COMMENTARY??? LMAO lmfao regal at it as per the usual

he doesn't know how to flirt with orange. hes asking to hold hands with him. TRENT TAGGED CHUCK IN VS YUTA OOOOUGHHHH i can hear that the the commentary is saying lore but im focusing 100% on chuck and yuta fighting I AM GOING TO KILL THE CAMERA CREW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY LITERALLY CUT AWAY AT THE WORST POINT Trent mad chuck stopping him :O and then beating up yuta himself lol moxley chasing him lmaooo OHHH CHAIR lmfao the daniel garcia "get a load of this guy" cam AWFUL WAFFLE... sorry i was too busy watching the match with my undivided attention. you know how it is YUTA WITH THE PIN... orange just gets up and walks off

oh theres a claudio promo right now? there better not be stage events happening behind this

swerve and keith lee celebration lmfao the cake... swerve you are trying so hard oh mark sterling is here with tony nese. i forgot about his anti-strickland agenda oh no!!!! their cake!!!!!!!!!

alex reynolds and john silver backstage promo with butcher and the blade?? hell yes LMFAO BUTCH IMPACT FONT SHIRT i love the dark order and im glad theyre putting john silver on live tv beating them up!!! HANGMAN TO THE RESCUE!!!!! :O

varsity blondes vs cage and luchasaurus oops i looked away

lmfao cage on lucha's shoulders? thats not your-- OH JUNGLE BOY??? with a chair... whaddya gonna do jungle boy... LUCHA TAKES HIS SIDE!! CAGE RUNNING i wasnt sure if luchasaurus was gonna turn on him last second. i wouldve yelled (angry)

the gunn club backstage promo! WE'RE GETTING A RAP BATTLE???? HEEEELLLLL YESSSS

ricky starks vs cole karter i dont know this karter guy. but he is wrestling out there lol ricky being like dang hold on time out. i need a breather same tbh i still need to think about that best friends fight oh man that cole karter flip slam looked harsh but i also can't tell when a move is bad for real starks is cool and classy. ohhh and he got the mic! lemme hear it mr starks oh really? are they gonna back to back wrestle match? this would be a first. im excited to see if theyd actually do it DANHAUSEN???? NO I ACTUALLY WANT THIS TO HAPPEN RIGHT NOW WHICH MEANS THEYRE NOT GONNA DO IT RIGHT NOW LMAO THE CROWD MAD THEYRE NOT GETTING IT RIGHT NOW OH HIS IMPRESSION SO GOOD IM EXCITED FOR RICKY STARKS VS DANHAUSEN

backstage promo with willow, statlander, and athena threats to slap his bald head WILLOW IS SOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEE AUGUGHHGHGHHHH 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

in-ring promo with ftr! theyre promoting their match vs the briscoes? dax's daughter story... 🥺

jay lethal backstage promo... oh! christopher daniels challenging him on friday??

jade cargill and kiera hogan vs athena and willow!!! there is a lot of rappers involved in this show but i am not cultured and i do not know them. :( i love how this is team cyan vs team purple whoops i missed the beginning of the fight. athena is putting in work now though stokely has appeared to distract-- ohhh no!! lmao can you imagine if willow won in the bg while the camera was on jade we gettin pins here nooo... back to back triple pins on willow noooooooo

thunder rosa toni storm backstage promo oh theyre doing the title match with yamashita so soon japanese :O britt baker appears

HANGMAN JOHN SILVER TAG TEAM VS BUTCHER AND BLADE ON FRIDAY??? ohhh!! dalton castle on the ROH ppv!!!!

lmfao why are they showing excalibur reading a promo-- camera guys whats goin on

its time for eddie vs jericho!!! BARBED WIRE **EVERYWHERE** lmfao the MICROPHONE daniel garcia slappin everyones asses on the way into the cage here comes out painmaker jericho! huh. a mask huh. ive never seen painmaker jericho in a match oh i think you missed a spot there mr jericho eddie!!!!!!!! YEAHHHHH ok jim ross has been kinda eh this match but i laughed at "once they lose their blood they wont be able to recover it" so that makes him being there worth it BARBED WIRE RING BELL the person who is in charge of camera cuts today is making me go apoplectic ouhghhhh barbed wire... brutal... noooo!! tay conti!!! aughhhh WHAT THE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANNA JAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! uhghhHHHHHHHHHHHH >:(((((((((((((((((( imagine so many crossed arms emojis right here SAMMY TOO????? listen if eddie loses this i will be SO MAD oh hey guess what

i'm mad

oh well i guess at least eddie got to throw jericho into the Barbed Wire Square at the end there...

#talkzon #livezon

[ohcoolnice-art]

Inspired by the cut outs because afdsghdsghfghsgfs they’re so amazing.

(tap for better quality)

characters by @cassandraclare 

if you wanna support me by donating to my kofi that’s very helpful because i am ***unemployed**

Tags (let me know if you want to be tagged when I post new art): @axoloteca​

#this took me two days #three days? #i cannot remember #once again i am drawing the SAME CHARACTER #because apparently that's what life is for me #actually I'm working on a grace thing but her face is weird so i'm s t r u ggl in g #oh whoops i forgot the real tags #Chain of Iron #chain of gold #lucie herondale #the last hours #the shadowhunter chronicles #fanart #i don't know why i bother tagging everythign as fanart when it's not like i'm gonna be doing ORIGINAL art lmfao #her arms #ew #i tried #i had to do my own post refrence for this one #'twas very awkward #i wanna say i'll do all the characters #but i said that before #and look where we are now #just realised i spelt pose refrence wrong #am i forgetting something? #probably

[corruwuption]

Happy ghost jake day! I can’t believe it’s been one year already.

Joke was originally by Em (link goes to gore blog) || Comic color palette inspired by Sage’s MiCoVerse palette list! (Namely, you guessed it. The Ghost Jake palette.)

And, if you want to hear me be sappy or whatever, here’s the link where I talk about today.

#micoverse #ghost jake #eye strain #death #(i mean. technically) #in case you're wondering #yes this IS a repost from this morning <3 #tumblr killed all my hyperlinks #and then wouldn't let me fix it #anyway. idk how i feel about jake's hair color here but I already added white so. wasn't going to add another #think of it as dp rules. just instead hes all the way dead and doesn't have those ghost powers #and the hair is just due to the palette #so its not like dp at all actually #if you made it this far in the tags ur a real trooper #oh whoops forgot #mico

[haus-seeblick]

Suptober Day 4 - Secrets

Title: “Messy”

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 3,503

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Original Characters

Tags: John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Angst, Breaking The Rules, Dean is Sam's Real Parent (But he shouldn't have to be), Dean Giving Sam a Childhood, Dean Has Self-Esteem Issues, Dean Meets a Cute Boy, Unwanted Haircut, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Dean is 13 and Sam is 9

Summary: John leaves Dean and Sam alone at a motel the day before Halloween. Despite John's hard-and-fast rules about leaving the motel room, Sam convinces Dean to take him trick-or-treating. While they're out, Dean meets a boy who makes him feel like breaking the rules was worth it.

On AO3 Here

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“Dean, you know the drill,” John says brusquely as he hoists the duffel over his shoulder. “Tell me the rules.”

Dean stands up from where he’s folding laundry on the motel room floor. They stopped at the laundromat this morning, John tossing Dean just enough quarters for two small loads before taking Sam along with him to the local library for research. They’ve been tracking a creature for days and John’s still not sure exactly what it is.

Dean would have loved to help with the books. Instead he sat in front of the laundry machine, exactly the same as the hundreds of others he’s fed with quarters over the years, and watched their clothes spin around and around. He noticed new holes in Sam’s jeans and socks when he moved them to the dryer. If his dad will let him use some of their wound-stitching thread, he’ll repair them after this hunt.

He faces his dad, posture straight and hands behind his back. “The rules are stay in the room, keep the doors and windows locked, don’t answer the door for anyone except you and Bobby, only spend money if I absolutely have to, and always have a weapon in reach,” he rattles off.

John nods, face impassive. “And the most important rule?”

“Protect Sammy,” Dean says firmly. He glances over to the rickety table under the window, where his scrawny little brother is filling out a worksheet. It’s part of the last round of homework their teachers had given them at their previous school, right before John took them out again to hit the road.

Dean quietly tossed his own homework in the garbage and told Sammy to finish every worksheet, because he was going to mail it back to the school and his teacher would check it. Sam’s even writing a letter in the cursive he’s learning to go along with it.

Dean has no clue what the address of the school is.

John pulls the Impala key out of his pocket and opens the door. “I’ll be out of cell range during this next leg. Check in date is Thursday. Don’t call for help until Sunday.”

Dean nods. John steps halfway out the door before turning back. He eyes Dean for a long moment, as if he’s trying to come up with something to add. Eventually he just says “I’m cutting your hair when I get back. You look messy.”

The door closes. In the silence of the room, Dean reaches up and touches his bangs. Just this morning, in the reflection of the washing machine door, he admired how his hair was curling a bit over his ears. It framed his face and made him look softer. Less skinny. More like the other boys he’d seen at school.

Oh well.

The Impala roars to life outside in the parking lot, and Dean listens until the purr of the engine fades away down the road. He looks at the half-folded pile of laundry at his feet.

“Tomorrow’s Halloween.”

Dean jumps a little. Sam’s right next to him, eyebrows raised expectantly. Dean pushes him away and drops onto the couch, nudging a balled-up pair of socks with his foot. “Don’t sneak up on me.”

Sam sits down next to him. “Dean, I think Dad forgot about Halloween.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “He didn’t forget, Sammy. It just doesn’t matter.” He avoids looking at his brother, running his fingers over the ridge of threads barely holding together the hole in his own jeans.

“But I told James I’d be a doctor,” Sam needles. “He’s gonna be a pirate.”

Sam’s ability to instantly make friends always leaves Dean feeling half-proud, half-nervous. Sam was in third grade with James for less than two weeks, and he still talks about him constantly.

Dean thinks it’s better not to get attached. He just can’t bring himself to teach Sam that particular lesson yet.

He sighs and glances at Sam. “You know you can’t trick-or-treat with James anyway, right? He’s in Denver.”

Sam groans dramatically and flops against the hard backrest of the couch. His shaggy hair falls into his face. Dean looks at the longest strands, curving past Sam’s cheekbones.

“We can just do Halloween here,” he suggests, even though he knows “buying candy from the gas station” definitely doesn’t count as necessary spending.

Sam shakes his head where it’s still resting on the couch. “That’s not real Halloween.”

“We’ve never done a real Halloween, so how would you know?” Dean’s just buying time now, putting off the moment when he has to say “no.”

The stink-eye that’s sent his way is of epic proportions. “I watch TV, Dean.”

Dean rubs his face. “Sammy--”

“--Oh, please, Dean, please!” Sam shifts into begging mode, sitting up and whipping out the puppy eyes. His left eye is half-covered by hair. “I know we’re not allowed, but can’t we break the rules just one time? It can be a secret.”

They hold eye contact for a moment, but Sam’s more stubborn. Dean looks away first, his eyes falling to the laundry on the floor. Almost unconsciously, he reaches under the lumpy couch cushion next to him and lets his fingers graze the pistol stashed there. His stomach rumbles and he wonders how far he can stretch their last cans of soup.

Suddenly, a secret doesn’t sound so bad at all.

“Okay,” he says.

Sam must’ve not expected Dean to relent, because he’s silent for a couple seconds before whooping and launching himself at Dean. “Ahh! Thank you thank you thank you!”

Dean can’t help the smile tugging at his lips. He hugs Sam back, the kid’s bony shoulder digging into his ribcage. After a moment, he pulls away and puts on his most serious face. Hands on Sam’s upper arms, he looks him straight in the eyes. “Sam, if we do this, you cannot tell Dad. Do you understand?”

Sam nods enthusiastically, still grinning. Dean digs his fingers into his arms. “Listen to me, or we’re not going.” He waits for Sam’s face to fall a little before continuing. “You can’t just not tell Dad, you can’t drop hints. You have to clean up all your wrappers. We can never talk about it. Do you get it?”

Sam’s eyes are wide now. He nods again, very small, and Dean knows he’s gotten through. He loosens his grip on Sam’s arms. “All right, then. How are we gonna make you look like a doctor?”

Sam beams.

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The next night, they lock the motel room door behind them and head out. The neighborhood that starts a few streets behind the motel is pretty normal, as far as Dean can tell. The houses aren’t super big, but the yards are, and there are toys scattered on some of the lawns. The biggest house on the corner even has a tree swing. The big tree reminds him of the one in their front yard in Lawrence. He tries not to think about that too much.

It’s dark, and chilly -- they’re still in Colorado -- and Dean holds his jacket closed in front of his chest. The zipper broke a couple weeks ago. Ahead of him, Sam doesn’t seem to feel the cold at all. His “doctor coat” flaps behind his legs as he skips down the sidewalk. It’s just a sheet from the bed that Dean stuck together with safety pins in a certain way (it doesn’t look like a coat at all, but the mirror in the motel bathroom was shattered so Sam couldn’t see it anyway). He hung their stethoscope from the big first-aid kit around Sam’s neck, with the express instruction not to lose it, and he emptied the rest of the first-aid kit onto the couch so Sam could carry the empty box with the big red cross and look professional.

Sam hasn’t smiled this much in weeks. Dean’s neck is crawling with the knowledge that he’s breaking rules, bigtime, but he shakes it off. They’re out now. It’s done.

Sam has already latched on to a group of kids making their way up the drive to a single-story brick house. Dean hears him introduce himself, sees him flash the big toothy smile that Dean told him makes him look friendly. The other kids compliment his stethoscope, and Dean relaxes a little.

Everyone in the group is wearing what looks like homemade costumes, too — there’s another bedsheet, draped over a short kid’s head like a ghost (if only ghosts actually looked like that, Dean thinks); and a long black coat, obviously from an adult, dwarfing a kid who Dean’s pretty sure is supposed to be a vampire. Sam, in his makeshift getup, fits right in.

Dean’s trailing behind the group, letting Sam do his making-friends thing, when he notices another older kid doing the same. He looks about Dean’s age, maybe a year older, fourteen or so, and he’s dressed like an angel with a blue halo made out of pipe cleaners. The rest of his outfit is normal, though — a t-shirt that’s printed to look like a suit and tie, under a regular puffy winter coat. Dean’s eyes linger on him as they follow the younger kids up to the house. When they come to a stop so Sam can ring the doorbell, the other boy looks over at Dean, too.

“Hi,” he says. In the yellow glow of the porchlight, his eyes look greenish blue. “I’m Al.” He reaches out a hand. Dean looks at it for a moment, then takes it. They shake. Al’s hand is warm and smooth, a stark contrast to Dean’s freezing, calloused palm. Dean wishes he could hold on a bit longer.

“Dean,” he replies, dropping Al’s hand. He’s not sure what to say next. That’s Sam’s area of expertise.

Luckily, Al doesn’t let him flounder long. “Do you live around here?” he asks, friendly and curious. Dean’s used to hearing that question asked with a thick layer of suspicion, usually out of the mouth of some nosy adult. He still gives his practiced answer, though.

“No, me and my brother are just visiting our grandparents for a couple days.”

Al nods, accepting the lie easily. “I thought I’d never seen you at school.” He points at the sheet-clad ghost. “That’s my sister Katie. She’s seven. It’s the first time our parents are letting me take her trick-or-treating on our own.”

Dean smiles and gestures at Sam, who’s holding the empty first-aid kit out to the homeowner for candy. “That’s Sam. He’s nine. Same deal for us.”

“I like his costume,” Al says. Dean bristles for a moment, until he realizes Al’s being sincere.

“Thanks,” he replies. “I like Katie’s too.” He sweeps his eyes over Al again. “Why are you wearing a fake suit with your halo?”

Al looks down at himself and laughs sheepishly, smoothing down the front of his t-shirt. “I wanted to do a toga with a sheet, but it’s way too cold. I just dressed up ‘cause Katie wanted me to. The halo was the quickest thing.”

“It works,” Dean assures him, suddenly wanting Al to feel good about himself. He shuffles his feet a little, kicking at the fallen leaves littering the walkway. Al smiles at him and something grows in Dean’s chest, a warm, glowing ball, making everything feel tight and tingly. He’s not sure what to do with it.

Sam appears at his elbow suddenly, much to Dean’s relief. He ruffles Sam’s hair. “What’d you get?”

Already chewing on something that looks very caramelly as it squishes between his teeth, Sam holds out the first-aid kit. “She gave me two big ones!” he announces around his mouthful. Two full-sized Milky Ways, one already half-unwrapped, slide around in the box.

“Cool,” Dean says. “Don’t get a stomachache.”

“They’re gonna get stomachaches,” Al says ruefully as Sam and Katie bounce down the driveway to hit the next house. “We should steal some of their candy, y’know, just to protect them.”

The word protect briefly jolts Dean out of his growing sense of relaxation and he sneakily pats his chest, feeling the sheathed knife tucked away in the inside pocket. He makes sure he can still see Sammy (now bounding up the walkway of the next house), and takes a breath. Everything’s under control.

“You okay?” Al’s looking at him with his eyebrows drawn together, a lock of dark hair falling into the crease. He has nice hair, Dean decides. Floppy and kind of messy, squished flat in the middle by the band of the pipe cleaner halo.

“Yep,” he says, forcing the cheer into his voice. If Al notices, he doesn’t say anything. They continue to follow their siblings through the neighborhood, leaving some distance so they can talk. Al tells Dean about school, that he likes science and hates history, that his favorite band is Journey, that he wants to play soccer but his dad wants him to play football, and that he wants to be a veterinarian.

“I like cars,” Dean says in response. “I’m not great at school. Not sure what I wanna do when I grow up.”

Not sure how to tell you that I’ll probably be hunting monsters for the rest of my life.

Al leans on the picket fence of the house that they’re currently waiting outside. “You could be a teacher,” he says.

Dean narrows his eyes at him in confusion. “I just told you I’m bad at school.”

Al shrugs. “My favorite teacher says he didn’t like school. That’s why he’s so good at helping us. He gets it.”

The heavy layer of clouds above them breaks, and a ray of moonlight lands across Al’s face. They’re standing between streetlights, so the silvery glow makes Al’s blueish eyes gleam. Dean finds he has to breathe a little harder than normal. He shakes his head.

“Nah, if anyone’s gonna be a teacher, it’s Sammy. He’s really smart.”

Al hums and pushes off the fence. Sam and Katie are moving on again. “I don’t know, man. You seem smart to me.” He pats Dean on the shoulder, the warmth of his hand seeping through Dean’s threadbare jacket.

In the relative darkness, Dean smiles so hard his eyes squeeze shut.

Eventually, they’ve stopped at every house in the neighborhood. Dean’s pockets are full of the candy that doesn’t fit into Sam’s overflowing first-aid kit. Al’s coat pockets are bulging, too. Sam and Katie run sugar-hyped circles under a streetlight while Dean and Al stand on the corner, looking at each other a bit awkwardly.

“Uh-- I’m glad we ran into you guys,” Al says finally. “You’re really cool.”

Dean’s glad that he’s the one facing away from the streetlight, because his cheeks heat up and probably look way pinker than they would from just the cold.

“You too,” he says. “Wish we lived around here.”

“Where do you live?” Al asks. “You know, just in case we ever take a road trip.”

Unless your destination’s my dad’s car, I don’t think you’re gonna run into me.

“Sioux Falls,” he says. “South Dakota. I live with my uncle.”

If Al finds that strange, he doesn’t pry. Dean could hug him. He wants to hug him.

Katie comes barrelling over, dragging her pillowcase of candy along the pavement. She’s huffing from running around, ghost sheet dangling half off her body. “Al, I’m soooo tired.” She flops against her brother. Sam comes trotting up behind her and grins at Dean. Dean tries to smile back, but there’s a lump in his throat, something that’s making it hard to breathe.

Al pats Katie on the head. “We should probably go home, anyway. It’s getting late.”

Still taking tight little breaths, Dean nods. “Uh-- yeah, us too. See if Sam can sleep off the sugar rush.”

“How long are you staying with your grandparents?” Al asks.

Dean looks at his feet. Weighs the pros and cons of sneaking out again. He’d have to take Sam; there aren’t actually any grandparents who could watch him.

He can’t risk it.

“We’re going home tomorrow morning,” he says, every word dropping like lead. Sam shoots him a confused look, but he ignores it.

Unless he’s imagining it, Al’s face seems to fall. “Aw, too bad. Wait! Hang on.” He rummages through his candy-heavy pockets until he pulls out a little spiral notebook and a nub of a pencil. He writes something on a page and rips it out. He hands it to Dean.

“Our phone number,” he says with a little smile. He steps forward and the streetlight catches his eyes again. Dean thinks that in the sunlight, they’d be bright blue. Al gestures at the paper. “You’ve got a phone at your uncle’s, right? Maybe you can call me sometime.”

There are way too many feelings jumbling around in Dean’s chest for him to say anything coherent, so he just nods. Al smiles wider. “Cool. I’m happy we met you.” He takes one more step forward and — Dean stops breathing altogether — wraps his arms briefly around Dean’s shoulders. He’s very warm. His hair smells good. Dean’s brain doesn’t catch up quite in time, and he misses his chance to hug back. The edge of Al’s halo brushes Dean’s forehead as he pulls away.

“Thanks for hanging out,” Al says, putting his arm around Katie’s shoulders and turning to go. “Have a good drive back home!”

Dean clears his throat. “Bye, guys,” he says lamely. Sam waves enthusiastically to make up for it. They stand under the streetlight for a long few minutes, watching Al and Katie go.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sam manages to eat every piece of candy by Thursday morning, which is the day they’re supposed to hear from John. Dean makes him eat canned vegetable soup in between meals of Mars bars and Skittles. They scrounge the motel room for wrappers, tossing them all into a big garbage bag that Dean’s going to throw into the dumpster outside. He finishes folding the laundry, counts the money to make sure it’s all there, re-packs the first aid kit, and puts the sheet back on the bed without the safety pins.

Anytime the unease creeps in about having broken the rules, he looks at his brother’s shining face and pushes it back down. He and Sam rehearse their story in case John asks them what they did and Sam even finishes all of his worksheets. Dean folds them up and hides them at the very bottom of his duffle. He tells Sam he put them into the mailbox in the motel office.

And every few hours, he pulls the folded little piece of notebook paper out of his pocket and looks at it. In careful handwriting, Al had written:

Alan Montgomery

(from Halloween. I hope you call.)

And his phone number.

Thursday afternoon, Dean takes the candy-wrapper garbage bag out to the parking lot. At the last second, he pulls Al’s note out of his jeans. After a long moment of reading and re-reading it, he gently folds it back up and tosses it into the bag. He throws the whole thing into the dumpster.

But not before memorizing the number.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

John gets home late Thursday night. Before they check out of the motel on Friday, John sits Dean down on the toilet seat in the bathroom and pulls out his electric clippers.

While John has his back turned, plugging in the clippers by the sink, Dean pushes his hand through his hair, feeling the soft strands bunch up between his fingers and fall back down onto his ears. He remembers Al’s messy hair brushing his cheek when they hugged.

John flips the clippers on and the buzzing fills the bathroom. For the second time, Dean is glad that the mirror is shattered.

With every lock of hair that tumbles to the ground, Dean recites Al’s number in his head.

“There,” John says gruffly, after the floor and Dean’s lap are littered with honey brown strands. “You look like a man again.”

Dean stands up, brushing off his jeans. His head feels cold. “I’ll get a broom,” he says.

He’s halfway out the bathroom door when John says “Dean.”

Dean freezes, already wondering where he left a wrapper, how John found the garbage bag, if Sam let something slip. He slowly turns back. John’s wrapping the cord around the clippers.

“I need you to come on the next hunt. We’ll drop Sam off at Bobby’s.”

Bobby’s, where the telephone is. Dean’s heart beats hard for a different reason now. He tries to look casual. “Are we gonna stay for a bit?”

John’s already shaking his head before Dean’s done talking. He pushes past him and drops the clippers into his duffel bag on the bed. “No. We’ll be on the road for a while.” He stops and looks at Dean. “Weren’t you going to find a broom?”

Dean loads a dustpan with his hair and empties it on top of the garbage bag in the dumpster.

He whispers Al’s number again.

#suptober21 #sorry for the angst #it's Hating John Hours over here #Al is not intended to be a time-traveling Cas btw #I just liked the idea of a pipe-cleaner halo and of Dean having a type #Anyway Dean is Sam's parent #Fuck John Winchester #Dean deserved a cute teenage boyfriend #spn fanfic #ficlet

[vroomvroommuppett]

how you met

so you’re rossi’s daughter for all of them except rossi’s , and you’re in little mix (you’re british - rossi adopted you) - also for these i won’t do rossi. your full name is perrie edwards rossi. but you go by perrie edwards.

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preferences masterlist

aaron hotchner

you’re wearing what perrie is wearing (far right)

“rossi, why are we here?” emily asked

the team was currently at one of your concerts because you were in town and rossi sees you perform event time you’re in dc.

“because my daughter is performing tonight”

“hold up rossi. you have a daughter?” morgan asked

“yep. she’s in a band called little mix and we’re going to see her before the show.”

just then, you came out.

“hey dad”

“hey bella”

aaron was speechless when he saw you. he’s seen pictures, but in real life you looked amazing.

“oh um hi sorry. i’m aaron hotchner. hotch for short.”

“me dad didn’t tell me that y’all were coming”

“he didn’t tell us either” jj said

just then your phone rang. when you hung up, you said your goodbyes and left.

when you left, everyone looked at hotch

“what?”

“i saw how you were looking at her” derek said.

“she’s beautiful.”

“aw someone has a crush” emily said.

hotch tuned red

“rossi is she single?” derek asked

“yep. last boyfriend, well fiancé dumped her over text at the airport”

“i’ll find him and bug his servers” garcia said.

“it’s been 2 years. she’s over it” rossi replied.

just then rossi’s phone dinged.

is aaron single ?

yes. do you like him?

what if i do ?

he just asked the same thing

ok fine i do like him. also can i stay at your house for a while ?

of course bella.

thanks. love you

love you too. good luck

“who was that?” spencer asked.

“perrie. she asked if she could stay at my house for a while.”

“it’s about to start. let’s go to our seats” spencer said.

everyone left except rossi and hotch. rossi gave hotch a piece of paper. it was your number.

“thank me later.”

spencer reid

you walked into the bullpen looking for your dad. a tall person walked up to you.

“hi i’m looking for david rossi’s office”

“right up the stairs and to right.” reid said

“thanks.”

you walked up the stairs and knocked on his door. you heard him say to come in and you walked in.

“who’s that?” derek asked

“guys that’s perrie edwards. part of little mix” jj said.

“i think that’s rossi’s daughter” reid said.

just then rossi’s door opened and hotch came out of his office as well. you and rossi walked out.

“this is my daughter perrie edwards. you may recognize her from a girl group ‘little mix’”

“dang rossi. you have a famous daughter.” emily said.

“why is her last name edwards?” hotch said

“edwards is my middle name. rossi is my last name. when i became famous, me and me dad agreed that i would go by my first and middle name, so that every interview i won’t be asked if rossi’s me dad”

rossi introduced you to everyone and your eye caught the person that told you where rossi’s office was. he looked flustered. after that, you talked with your dad some more then you had to leave.

“it was so great meeting all of you. me dad has told me a lot about each of you.”

after you left, reid went to your dad’s office. he came out smiling.

“ooh i know that face.” derek said.

“i got her number.”

“attaboy” said derek.

luke alvez

it was the monthly family dinner at rossi’s house and the whole team was there. you were staying there until you could find a house. he forgot to tell you that the team was coming over so when you walked down the stairs, everyone looked at you.

“oh my gosh i’m so sorry. i didn’t know you had people here dad.”

“it’s ok bella. i forgot to tell you every month we have a family dinner. you are welcome to join us”

“hi i’m perrie edwards”

“i’ll pass for now. i’ve got to finish writing and recording songs.”

he introduced you to everyone and you went back upstairs

“rossi you never told me you had a daughter.” luke said.

“whoops.”

luke was about to ask something before rossi talked before him

“here’s her number”

“thanks rossi”

derek morgan

you were a new agent at the bau , after little mix broke up. while you were on your last tour , you started taking the profiler course

“this is my daughter, perrie edwards” rossi said.

matt simmons

same as reid’s since i ran out of ideas.

sorry matt’s is short, but self explanatory

up next : he texts you

#cm #spencer reid #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #luke alvez #matt simmons #david rossi #perrie edwards #criminal minds preferences #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #derek morgan x reader #luke alvez x reader #matt simmons x reader #rossi!daughter

[thepictureofsdr]

(in response to your tags) That's something else that really bothers me too, Thomas is already so robbed by the story, taking so much from him and never letting him express anything about it. it feels so wrong to watch all of his interests and hobbies and passions get reduced to nothing

There's more to poc representation than just having a character of color (who gets white washed all the fucking time but) there's also culture, and language, and struggle and just a general sense of identity that none of the characters have. When Cordelia was introduced she was introduced as someone who was proud of her culture and seemed to love it but there are no signs of that anywhere, no references to food or fashion or art or anything. The only expressed connection she has to her cultural roots are with language, and while her and Alastair do speak Persian together occasionally, the biggest thing in the book regarding the language was that James learned it and it was some big "oh my god what a saint what an angel" moment but other than that there's no ties between Cordelia and her heritage, and it's honestly really sad because Cordelia's entire storyline and existence is already to serve and benefit James

And then there's Lucie who took one look at Cordelia feeling sad and lonely and disconnected and went, I'm going to write her a whole book and learn her native tongue and swear to be her closest friend when she's never had one

And to me that's a really big thing for someone to do, but there's a line in chain of iron that went something like "oh the beautiful cordelia isn't a real book it's just something lucie wrote to amuse me" (and yeah that scene ended up being about James too) but it's honestly so sad to me because Lucies still working on the book, and lucie really cares about the characters and the olot, and it is a real book to lucie

But yeah no as long as James gets to be a saint I guess it doesn't matter, might as well lay every other character down on some train tracks and drive right over them

THIS THIS ALL OF THIS

as someone who grew up not really seeing their culture represented in media i kinda get it and this shit is causing me physical pain, it’s never NEVER enough to just SAY someone is part of a culture when it involves immigration, the sheer lack of care for cordelia is killing me. her language is sprinkled in, her cultures food is name dropped and that is IT. the culture youre raised with is something that seeps into every part of your life and yet here’s little ms. london. i know damn well cordelia curses differently, has different idioms and words and phrasings and vocal tones and dress and way of life and view of the world and WE SEE NONE OF IT DESPITE HER BEING THE TITLE CHARACTER AND SUPPOSEDLY SECURE AND PROUD, and ESPECIALLY with her being a POC, an experience that’s so painfully underrepresented or plain badly represented this is a disgrace

her culture is just used for brownie points and to further james’s god act at this point, like don’t get me wrong i love the boy to death and its so sweet that he’s learning the language but if this excitement is about learning the language for a loved one where is this hype for thomas or lucie. once again its all just to further james being the perfect boy, not for cordelia to have someone who cares for every part of her. and WHAT happened to lucie learning it maybe i forgot but i can’t remember it being mentioned in this series, and thomas was reading that book once that’s literally it, where’s cordelia’s relationships outside of james, if learning the language is such a romantic insane thing where is the mention with thomastair its just JAMES

same for the book, it seems like anything unimportant to james becomes unimportant to everyone else, the book barely involves him so WHOOP let’s brush it off that way no effort has to go it like WHAT

everything about this series is just a travesty maybe it’s just the sheer amount of characters and plot but so much is being brushed to the side and its killing me

#tri!!! #answered ask

[rosesgonerogue]

How to be a Dad 101

Chapter Five - Shooting Range

Jasonette July Day Six

Masterlist

This patrol route was one that was new to Jason – Bruce had decided to change some things up after some spikes in crime in places that shouldn’t have had an issue. It made sense, but it irked Jason that it was his patrol route that was changed. Not only did he have to listen to Dick and Babs whisper sweet nothings over the earpieces, but his body couldn’t move on autopilot like it did with his old route.

Jason was in the middle of leaping from one building to the next when Babs surprised him by murmuring something particularly dirty. Caught off guard, Jason almost didn’t make the next jump, barely grasping the ledge of the roof before he could plummet to his death. Scrambling onto the building, Jason hissed, “There are other people on this channel, save it for the bedroom you perverts.”

“Sorry Hood,” Dick said, miraculously possessing enough shame to sound embarrassed.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were such a prude, Hood,” Oracle said. “Or are you just jealous? There hasn’t really been anyone for you since that little French girl, which is just sad. What you need is a good—”

“I don’t need anything except for you idiots to focus,” Jason interrupted.

“As much as I hate to say it, Red Hood is correct,” Robin’s smug voice said over the earpiece. “Your frivolous comments are both unwelcome and completely inappropriate.”

“I will make you two a private channel as long as I never have to hear about your sex lives ever again,” Red Robin promised.

“Is Nightwing the only person in this family who knows how to have a good time?” she complained.

“Oracle, Nightwing, focus,” Batman growled.

The lovers were mercifully silent for at least a while. After the near-death experience, Jason decided that this building was as good of a surveillance point as any. As he stationed himself at the ledge to look out over the city, Jason’s stomach lurched when he realized that he was standing on the same hotel she had stayed at.

Marinette. He’d barely even allowed himself to think her name for the past three years, but here he couldn’t escape the thought of her. He could see the bakery where Killer Croc had nearly murdered her – he’d been so disgusted by Dick and Babs that he hadn’t even noticed that he’d ended up on the very street he avoided at all costs.

He couldn’t understand why she haunted his life even now, not that he would have it any other way. Over the years he’d tried just hooking up with someone or something similar, but he could never go through with it. Something tied him to Marinette, at least in his mind. It was laughable, in all reality she was probably already married with kids.

The very idea was painful to Jason. He found himself flying from rooftop to rooftop, flinging himself across the city with reckless abandon. Luckily it was a slow night, at least in his portion of the town. A part of him halfway wished there was something going on so he could get a good fight in, but it was probably for the best. Jason didn’t want to break the “no-kill” rule.

At the Batcave, Dick was the only one back yet. He had that awful apologetic look that made you feel sorry for being mad in the first place, which only served to piss Jason off more.

“I just wanted to apologize, Jay-bird. I’ll talk to Babs, I know this isn’t easy for you.”

“You don’t know crap, Grayson,” Jason spat. “You and Babs just got married, good for you. Bruce and Selina are getting married. Whoop-de-frickin-doo. I’m happy for all of you, but I don’t need you to throw what I don’t have in my face.”

The look on his brother’s face probably should have inspired some sort of penitence in Jason, but he couldn’t find it in himself to feel anything. He shoved past Dick, shedding pieces of his costume as he went.

Jason found himself stalking to the shooting range, the only place he could use real bullets anymore. It was his catharsis, feeling the explosion of gunfire beneath his hands. He shot easily, methodically, seeking only to get any and all thoughts of Marinette out of his mind.

Aim, cock, fire. Nothing existed outside of him, his gun, and the target.

“Rough night?”

Lowering his gun, Jason asked, “What, did Dick send you here because he’s afraid he hurt my feelings?”

“Oh, he’s probably worried about exactly that, but he’s so earnest that he wouldn’t feel right if he made someone else apologize for him.”

“He is disgustingly moral like that. So why are you here?”

“I’m here to tell you that plans changed,” Selina said, gracefully perching on top of the base to one of the shooting targets. “We’re never going to get a normal wedding as long as we stay in Gotham – there will always be someone or other for Bruce to fight.”

“You’re not wrong. So what? I can stay behind and be Batman for a week or two, I don’t care.”

“That’s not it – the Justice League is stepping in to help. I couldn’t get married without my monstrously large family-to-be in attendance. What I’m here to tell you is that we’re all travelling to Paris in two weeks.”

The announcement was enough to make Jason jerk in surprise, nearly shooting himself in the foot. “Paris? Why Paris?”

Selina arched an eyebrow, but dismissed his reaction otherwise. “Bruce and I have a… history in Paris. But the main motivation is that my favorite designer lives there, and she famously doesn’t leave Paris for any sort of job. They agreed to fit me in under a few conditions, but I’m willing to do just about anything to make sure my dress is perfect.”

“Okay, but are you sure it has to be in Paris?” Jason asked, the image of Marinette flashing through his mind.

Selina smiled, a sharp, deadly smile. “Listen. I knew that marrying Bruce meant all of his kids were part of the deal. I’m fine with that, I love all of you even if you’re monsters sometimes. But you will all be there, and you will all cooperate with whatever I say, because this is my wedding, and I need at least one normal memory of this family.”

“Fine, I get it. I’m going to Paris,” Jason said, holding up his hands, even as he felt sick thinking about it.

This was all just a coincidence. There was no guarantee that Marinette was even still in Paris to begin with, and even if she was, the odds of them meeting were a million to one.

Right?

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Note: 

I know this story has been moving a little slow, but things will start picking up soon! Let me know what you guys think! Just comment below if you want to be tagged, or if I forgot to tag you! My life is a bit chaotic rn, so bear with me! 

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[apocalypticwafflekitten]

Northern Lights

Maul x Reader 

A/N: I’m back at it again with another Maul fic! This is a cute idea that was suggested to me by @justalittlecloud! I needed and idea and they didn’t let me down! I kind of made up a story for the Northern Lights in the Star Wars Universe since I couldn’t find anything with a quick search. Did I take beats from Romeo and Juliet? Yes. And did I take inspiration from an Estonian myth? Absolutely. I just hope it’s a good story! ALSO! If you’d like to be tagged in my Starwars, or Maul-specific writings, or any other writings that I post, feel free to let me know!

Original Imagine/Summary Kinda Thingy: Maul is curious about the Northern Lights!

Warings: None, just cute, sweet, cotton-candy fluff!

Word Count: 2,322.....this was supposed to be short.....whoops.....

“Come on Maul! It’s just a few feet further! We just have to cross this little creek, and get through that bit of underbrush ahead of us.” You explained excitedly as you all but drug Maul up the side of the mountain.  

“My love, I know that you know what you’re doing, but are you absolutely sure that we’re going to the right place? This seems pretty out of the way, and we lost the trail a while back.” Maul stopped walking and pointed behind him, taking you by surprise.  

You turned and snickered at him with a smile. 

“Of course hun! I wouldn’t just take you to some random planet and travel far off a mountain trail if I didn’t know what I was doing! I’ve done this a thousand times dear. It is my home planet after all. And my favorite place on that planet no less.” You gave Maul a smirk, and he gave you an unsure look. 

“Alright. I trust you, but if you get us lost, I’ll hold it over you until the day we die.” He joked with scrutiny, pointing an accusing finger at you. Still, beneath his uncertainty, he could feel your excitement and certainty through the force, and it sent a endeared warmth through his chest. You were so cute when you were excited. 

“We won’t get lost dear. I promise! We’re almost there!”  

You smiled as he gave in, and let you take his hand again to lead him.  

You and Maul had been married for a year now. Today was your anniversary, and you wanted to do something special for him. You had to admit that coming to your home planet was a little personal pleasure just for you, but you wanted to share it with Maul, and show him something you knew he would never forget. And where better than your favorite spot in the galaxy (besides at his side of course)?

When you pushed away the last of the underbrush Maul’s breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened. Before him lay paradise. From the top of the cliff he could see the emerald, mountainous valley for miles. The river than ran through was thin and shining like a silver ribbon under the night sky. And that sky. He had never seen so many stars in his life. Never had darkness been so beautiful. 

He was brought back to you by your chiming giggle. He didn’t even realize that you had let go of his hand, and sat on a blanket you had laid out presumably hours before you had brought him here. He closed his mouth which had fallen open at the sight of this paradise. He hadn’t realized that had happened either. 

As Maul joined you on the blanket, you smiled to him. You were surrounded by soft light from the many little candles you had lit around you. The glowing light brushed your cheek with gold, and shined off the silk dress you wore.  For a moment he forgot about the valley and the stars. You were so beautiful. Enchanting and alluring in this paradise.

You giggled again, amused by his stunned silence. 

“I was much the same the first time I saw this place. It’s gorgeous during the day, but the night makes this place indescribable. The glittering stars, and the silver river. It’s like magic. It’s paradise for me.” 

Maul was finally able to gather his thoughts into some semblance of a coherent sentence. There was so much he wanted to say, and it all wanted to spill out at once.  

“This place is...you’re...everything here is just....perfect.” He said, “Everything here is perfect.” 

He breathed out, looking from the valley, to you again with all the adoration in the galaxy.

Joy beamed through you and through your smile. Maul felt it wave through the force as you hugged him. He melted. He fell into the hug, and all but crushed you. Maybe, if he hugged you tight enough, you would be able to feel all the love, appreciation, adoration, devotion, and everything else he felt for you in it’s full measure. If only words could be passed from skin to skin.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” He murmured into the crook of your neck.  

“Of course my love. Only the best for our anniversary.”   

Maul pulled away with a suspicious look. 

“You’ve had this planned for months haven’t you?” He teased, knowing full well your meticulous tendencies.

You chuckled, and pulled away to look him in the eyes, hands slacking around his neck to rub the skin at the base of his neck.

“Perhaps.” You gave him a mischievous look paired with a smirk. 

“The cutest smirk in the galaxy.” He thought.

He laughed at your ambiguous response, though he knew the real answer.  

“Well, then I will happily enjoy whatever it is you have planned my dear.” He said as he pulled you in close beside him. You merely smiled at him in a way that said that you were indeed hiding something.

He had his suspicions about your plan. There was certainly something he wanted to do tonight, though that could wait if need be. He wondered what exactly it was that you were so excited to show him. What could make this paradise better? He never could have guessed what was in store for him. 

“Don’t worry love. That which I want to show you will show up soon.” You promised, “Until then...”   

You held his face, and turned his gaze from the stars to you. 

For the first time tonight, he really looked at you. His eyes met yours, soft and deep as he watched you, memorizing the colors of your irises and the candlelight glowing within them. His eyes wandered slowly to follow the curve of your cheek, and when he reached your lips, his thumb brushed gently against them. His eyes didn’t leave your lips until you looked down, bashful because of his intense gaze.  

“Hey,” he cupped your jaw with his hand, and gently nudged you to look up at him, “Don’t look away from me.”  

His whisper sent a shutter down your spine and sharp inhale through your lips.  

He stayed there. Staring at you with adoration and a little something more.  

There was a beat of silence before he took a shaky, laboured breath in. 

“May I?”  

His voice was breathy; desperate and he cupped your cheek, glowing with candlelight.

You chuckled a little, and looked into his wanting eyes.  

“Of course you can my love. We’re married remember. You don’t have to ask every time you want to kiss me.” Your hand held his to your face as you smiled back up at him.

His lips crashed to yours. They melded together as though they were made for each other long ago when the universe was first born. Your hands reached out to hold his handsome face. 

His touch traveled to your waist, and ran up your sides, pulling your frame in to press against him. He could feel the silhouette of your body beneath the silk of your gown. His hands wandered and rubbed at the fabric, feeling it wrinkle under his fingertips, barely protecting you from his searing touch. Oh how he wanted you to touch him. He wanted to feel your skin on his, your hands on his bare chest. Your lips on his neck. Oh he needed you to cool the burning desire in his soul. 

But before he could make his desires known, he felt you begin to pull away. His lips followed yours, unwilling to let you go. He tightened his hand around your waist and gave a disappointed whimper at your persistence. He never wanted to stop kissing you. 

You chuckled into his kiss, and held him back by his shoulder. 

“I know my love. I’d adore to kiss you more, but there’s something I have to show you...Look off to the horizon.” You whispered to him, pointing out to the edge of the world.

He pouted, but he was curious, as always, so Maul turned his head and when he saw what lay on the horizon, his eyes blew wide, and your smile grew wider. 

“Wha-what is it?” His smooth voice was filled with wonder at what he saw.  

The night sky had grown darker. Deeper. The stars were still shining, but cutting through that darkness, and through the stars were bright, beautiful ribbons of lights, cascading down to the horizon. Blues and greens danced between the mountains, and the river ran silver below. 

“It’s called Aurora Borealis. The Northern Lights.” You explained, endeared by his curiosity.    

“It’s beautiful.” He whispered. 

He was transfixed. His eyes were filled with whimsy, and for the first time in a long while, he smiled as wide he could, and he didn’t think of anything else. The hues from the sky mirrored in his eyes, and you couldn’t look away from them if you wanted to.  

 “What are they?” His voice pulled you from your state of admiration.  

You blinked and collected your thoughts. 

“Do you want the scientific answer, or the legend I was always told.” You asked. 

“Either.” His voice was breathy again, but this time it was filled with wonder; He still hadn’t looked away. He looked at the sky the way he looked at you. 

“I’ll start with the legend then.” You smiled, and scooted closer to Maul, laying your head on his shoulder, your arm reaching up to rub his back, “The story goes that there were once two lovers who were bonded by the Force. Their love ran stronger than any in the galaxy,” You noticed Maul grimace in reaction, and you huffed in amusement, knowing full well his opinion on that detail, “But despite the strength of their love, they were forbidden to be together. He was a nobleman, and she was a slave girl who served his mother. So, for many years they hid their love until the nobleman was married off to a princess whom he did not love, and made to move to her home planet. The slave girl was heartbroken, as was the nobleman, but they promised never to forget one another. And their promises held. So, as a reward, when the two had lived their lives, and passed on from this world, the Force reunited their spirits, and they were wed in the afterlife. The lights you see are their spirits, travelling together for eternity, followed by the celestial spirits, and beings that celebrated along with them. They travel the sky and bless those who see them with a love strong enough to last through life and death and beyond. You explained before releasing a happy sigh,“That’s how my parents always explained it to me. I loved that story.”  

Maul took a second to look at you, his eyes holding only admiration.

“That’s beautiful my love. It reminds me of you.”  

“Of me?” You asked, cocking your head in curiosity.

“Of course.” He stated, looking back to the ribbons of light before continuing, “The way you love me, it transcends this galaxy. Your love is that strong. That true. And you show me that every day you stay beside me. Even beside that, like the lights, getting to see you, even just once, is enough to leave one wanting for a lifetime. And getting to see you every day? Your light never dims. You could never dim.”  

Maul kept his eyes glued to the lights. He may be married to you, and tonight may be your anniversary, but when those words fell from his mouth, he couldn’t look to you. Embarrassment warmed his face. In all the time you had been together, he still had trouble letting his heart spill from his lips. But when you turned his face towards you with a gentle palm on his hand, he knew that his words were more than welcome. 

He saw tears in your eyes, but these weren’t tears of sorrow. No. He could feel your overwhelming gratitude and love and admiration for him crashing into him. He knew you could feel his love as well.  

“I love you.” You whispered before pulling him in, and kissing him with your whole heart. 

“I love you too,” He breathed between kisses, “I have always loved you. The minute I set eyes on you I needed you to be by my side. My heart begged your name when we met, and since then I have never wanted any other word to fall from my lips. You are the light in this universe. You are every star. Every sun. Every planet. You make my dark soul feel beautiful.” 

“It’s because you are beautiful my love.” You cooed, tracing his jaw with your finger, and following his tattoos with your eyes, “You’re calming like the ebbing of waves on a shore. When I hear your voice, it’s a soft lullaby. I remember, when we met, it was your voice that caught my attention. It never seemed to match your reputation. I couldn’t get enough of it, and to this day, I still can’t. WHen I hear you say my name, my world stops and everything is perfect.” You huffed a laugh as your eyes flitted from his jaw to his own eyes.  

“I can’t believe I was lucky enough to marry you.” Maul whispered to you, although you were alone. 

“I can’t believe I was lucky enough to meet you!” You smile at him through a laugh with endearment shining in your eyes.  

“You’re the world to me my love. The galaxy.” 

“And you’re the galaxy to me.” 

Maul kissed you softly before turning his gaze once more to the Northern Lights.  He loved you. His wife. His rock. And he would love you through life and beyond. That was a guarantee, and promise he would never, ever break. 

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For each of your OC pairings, pick three songs that show the progression of their relationship or just three songs that fit their relationship. (I told you I’d think of a music ask. It just took me all day lol)

Okay, I see how it is... lol Despite you giving me three songs and not one, I think this is still going to be hard. But let's try!

Sam & Michelle (not in order. I think. and based only on Crossfire)

Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance I am not afraid to keep on living / I am not afraid to walk this world alone / Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven / Nothing you can say can stop me going home

Little Lion Man - Mumford and Sons But it was not your fault but mine / And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time / Didn't I, my dear?

The One That Got Away - The Civil Wars I never meant to get us in this deep / I never meant for this to mean a thing / Oh, I wish you were the one / Wish you were the one that got away

(ahahah this seems super angsty. More than I meant for it to be. Whoops) The rest is under a tag because this got long

Dean & Kelly

Supalonely - BENEE I know I f- up, I'm just a loser / Shouldn't be with ya, guess I'm a quitter / While you're out there drinkin', I'm just here thinkin' / 'Bout where I should've been / I've been lonely, mm, ah, yeah

Slow Burn - Kasey Musgraves I'm alright with a slow burn / Takin' my time, let the world turn / I'm gonna do it my way, it'll be alright / If we burn it down and it takes all night / It's a slow burn, yeah

Beyond - Leon Bridges I'm scared to death that she might be it / That the love is real, that the shoe might fit / She might just be my everything and beyond (beyond)

Kate & Steve

Naked - Ella Mai Might be a bitch in the morning so catch me at night time / Some of my friends think I'm moody but I think I'm just fine / I could be pissed but I act like I'm not / I really remember when I say I forgot / No matter how hard I try / To run away from love at the end of the night

Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon I can't fight this feeling any longer / And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow / What started out as friendship, has grown stronger / I only wish I had the strength to let it show / I tell myself that I can't hold out forever / I said there is no reason for my fear / Cause I feel so secure when we're together

Lost in Love - Air Supply You know you can't fool me / I've been loving you too long / It started so easy / You want to carry on / Lost in love and I don't know much / Was I thinking aloud and fell out of touch? / But I'm back on my feet and eager to be what you wanted

Amelia & Eric (AoS version)

Time is Running Out - Muse Our time is running out / You can't push it underground / You can't stop it screaming out / How did it come to this? / Oh / You will suck the life out of me / Bury it / I won't let you bury it / I won't let you smother it / I won't let you murder it

Addicted - Kelly Clarkson It's like I'm running from you all the time / And I know I let you have all the power / It's like the only company I seek is misery all around / It's like you're a leech / Sucking the life from me / It's like I can't breathe / Without you inside of me

What Have You Done feat. Keith Caputo - Within Temptation I've been waiting for someone like you / But now you are slipping away / What have you done now? / Why, why does fate make us suffer? / There's a curse between us, between me and you

(bonus: A Study in Intimacy version: Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars)

Cassia & Varro

She's So Hard - The Jezebels I'm all out, for the war. / I guess love wasn't what I'm looking for. / I don't care when you cry. / I think self-pity is a state of mind. / I'm so hard. I'm so hard. I'm so hard. / She's so hard. She's so hard. She's so hard.

Love Love Love - Of Monsters and Men And these fingertips / Will never run through your skin / Those bright blue eyes / Can't only meet mine across the room / Filled with people that are less important than you / 'Cause you love, love, love / When you know I can't love you

Everything - Lifehouse And how can I stand here with you / And not be moved by you? / Would you tell me / How could it be / Any better than this? / Cause you're all I want / You're all I need, / You're everything, everything.

Quest & Eric

I Threw Glass at My Friend's Eyes and Now I'm on Probation - Destroy Boys Like seriously, what do you think you're doing? / Your hands are so big and you're so tall, wow!

Say So - Doja Cat Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment / I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so? / Didn't even notice, no punches left to roll with / You got to keep me focused, you want it, say so

Genghis Kahn - Miike Snow I know there's no form / And no labels to put on / To this thing we keep / And dip into when we need / And I don't have the right / To ask where you go at night / But the waves hit my head / To think someone's in your bed / I get a little bit Genghis Khan / I don't want you to get it on / With nobody else but me

I don't have songs for Ava and Eliot rn. they're still new

#this took a long time #lol #choosing them was hard! #especially sam and michelle since a lot of the songs on the playlist cover either specific feelings or things that haven't happened yet lol #oh well #I tried lol #oc: michelle noble #oc: kelly mckerron #oc: kate thompson #oc: cassia #oc: quest #oc: amelia elswood #music asks #raith-way