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If Heather were ever to write a memoir about being a superhero, she was going to include an entire chapter about what to do when you get sucked into a portal, because it was a surprisingly frequent hazard of the job and was confusing as hell if you didn't know what you were doing.

Fortunately, she’d been through this song and dance a few times, so she started with gathering the basics. Who, what, where, how, and when?

First, who? Some c-lister villain who called himself Vibe. The team had been working on a case of break-ins where banks would be robbed through some sort of portal technology. In and out, easy as pie, with almost no trace left behind. The guy was slick she could give him that.

Nightwing had theorized the guy might have a teleport ray, judging by the tachyon readings they were getting. Further investigation, however, and a quick conversation with Flash had revealed that Vibe was a meta created from the particle accelerator explosion of Central City, which had given the speedster his own powers. It hadn't been too hard to track the guy down from there.

Second, what? Well, bad guy plus warehouse equals superhero fight. It had just been Nightwing, Superboy, and herself who went to track down and capture the meta. The rest of the squads had all been busy on other assignments, and really, how hard could it be to take this guy down with three of their heavy hitters on it?

Apparently, harder than they'd thought.

Vibe, it seemed, was just as slick at evading capture as burglary. The idea had been for Nightwing and Scarlet Spider to wear the guy out and keep him distracted until Superboy could get in a final hit. It had briefly worked, and then everything went wrong.

Scarlet probably shouldn't have antagonized Vibe so much, but it was fun winding bad guys up. She and Nightwing had come up with some good lines as they danced around the teleporter. She had so much experience fighting alongside Nightcrawler that she assumed she could guess this guy's next move without any trouble. He would zig, she would zag. She'd been... a little too confident. Her spider sense had warned her of the danger as she swung towards Vibe for one more kick to the gut, but her momentum had been too strong, and there was no avoiding the inevitable.

Vibe had realized the game they'd been playing with him and grabbed Superboy as he'd tried to sneak up from behind, flinging him over his shoulder and into her. They'd crashed into Nightwing in a pile of tangled limbs and curses.

By the time Scarlet Spider looked up, Vibe had a new portal open behind him. "As fun as this has been, I'll be taking my leave now. This earth has always been a little too hero-happy for my tastes," the man smirked and saluted them, stepping backwards into the swirl of blue and white light.

If Heather had a nickle for every time she made a very stupid last-minute decision, she and Bruce Wayne would be in the same tax bracket. This was just another five cents in her fictional bank account. She sent a webline to the ceiling, propelling her up and off of her teammates and into the portal, which promptly closed behind her.

Third question, where?

On the other side of the portal, it dawned on Heather very quickly how stupid she was as she found herself free-falling. High-rises and skyscrapers rushed past her in a blur as she struggled to orient herself.

Some part of her brain that sounded a lot like her step-father screamed at her to throw a webline, and after two desperate attempts failed to land on anything, her third try caught a gargoyle. Her arm wrenched in its socket from the abrupt change in trajectory, and she gritted her teeth to stifle the howl of agony that crawled up her throat. She looked around desperately and spotted a rooftop not far away that she could reach.

Her landing was less than ideal, tumbling head over heels before rolling to a painful stop on the tarmac. She lay for a moment to let the panic subside, panting heavily from the spasms radiating from her arm and down her torso. She stared up at a smog filled night sky and the glowing neon sign of an office building as her brain rebooted.

Once she could hear more than just her own heartbeat thundering in her ears, she took stock of her situation. While she'd torn a few muscles in her arm, the damage was minimal compared to being a smear on the sidewalk. She'd twisted her ankle when she'd landed, and it throbbed in a familiar way - not broken, but definitely sprained. Everything else seemed negligible; cuts, scrapes, and general bruises. She would deal.

She sat up slowly and frowned at the office building's sign, declaring it to be one of Wayne Enterprises' headquarters. Why Vibe had thought running to Gotham was a good idea was anyone's guess.

She checked her comm, but only received static in reply, no matter what frequency she tried. Maybe it had been damaged in the fall? Her phone worked, but had no signal at all, not even wifi. That was strange; WE had public wifi available at all there buildings. She needed to reach the team somehow to let them know her status, and that despite her best (very stupid) efforts their suspect was in the wind. She wasn't sure where the closest zeta beam was from here, but maybe she could reach Nightwing a different way.

Did Heather feel bad breaking into the department store? Yes, a little, but desperate times and all that.

She'd grabbed a pair of jeans, a belt (because of course the jeans didn't fit right, but she didn't have the luxury of time on her side to find a pair that did), and an oversized sweatshirt. She dropped a pre-paid credit card on the counter with the tags of the items she was stealing, hoping the owners wouldn't be too mad at her. She then made triple sure that all the cameras she'd covered in webbing were still technically functional -just ineffective for a few hours - and grabbed a shopping bag from the register to stuff her gear into it.

Outside the store, it had begun raining, because this was Gotham and she had Parker luck. It was only natural. After trudging through the rain for a few blocks, Heather finally hailed a cab in a more populated part of the city. The clock on the dash of the taxi read a little after four am, and the driver looked like he wasn't thrilled to have found a customer.

"I need to get to Bristol," Heather told him, trying to be short but polite.

The cabby raised an eyebrow at her, blowing smoke from his cigarette out his cracked window. "That's going to cost you, lady," he told her flatly. "If you hadn't noticed, this is the Diamond District, that's a long drive."

"If you can get me there quickly, I'll pay you double the fare in tip," Heather promised.

Both eyebrows went up at that. "You're the boss," he shrugged and pulled away from the curb.

Once they reached Bristol, Heather had the cab drop her off at the Drake Estate, a few miles from Wayne Manor. She didn't think the cab driver really cared about where this woman in ill-fitting clothes was going at the crack of dawn out in the most expensive neighborhood in Gotham. But just in case someone asked him about it later, she didn't want him saying he'd dropped the weird woman off at Brucie Wayne's mansion. Never could be too careful.

True to her word, Heather had tipped extra generously, and the cab had taken off as soon as she was out of the backseat.

She glanced down the Drake's long driveway to where their modern estate could be seen peaking out between the tall trees and frowned distastefully. Shaking off her feelings towards Tim's parents, she settled into a fast walk and headed towards Wayne Mansion in the thinning rain.

By the time she reached the front gates, the rain was just mist that was slowly being burned off by the morning sun, and she was soaked to the bone. Wiping water off her face, she buzzed the intercom and hoped Alfred wouldn't be mad at her for the early morning call.

"Wayne Residence, may I help you?" His British accent came through the intercom sounding slightly tinny.

"Good morning, I need to speak to Dick Grayson or Bruce Wayne. It's Heather Reilly."

There was a long pause, too long. "Do you have an appointment?"

Heather frowned. "No, not exactly. Listen, I know it's early, but I really need to talk to Dick or Mr. Wayne."

"Master Wayne is a very busy man, young lady," Alfred began, in a clearly dismissive voice.

"Wait, please! It's..." she frowned harder, brow furrowing as an uneasy feeling filled her gut. "It's Heather, Mr. Pennysworth. You know, Heather? Dick's friend? We've... I mean, don't you know who I am?"

"I'm afraid your name is not familiar to me, and young Master Dick no longer resides here at the manor. Good day, young lady." The intercom clicked off and Heather stood blinking at it for several seconds.

"What the actual fuck?" She finally muttered.

Alfred Pennyworth did not know who she was. He had dismissed her with the same polite but frosty way she'd seen him dismiss hopeful gold diggers who hung off of Bruce at parties. As her brain processed this information, something else occurred to her as well.

Vibe. He had said something just before he disappeared. That their earth was too hero-happy. Their earth. As if there was more than one.

"Well, shit," Heather sighed sharply, rubbing at a pounding headache that was beginning to build behind her eyes.

Apparently, Vibe wasn't just a teleporter like her fiance, and perhaps their assessment of him as a c-lister villain was a bit hasty. Because apparently the sucker could warp not just around the world, but also apparently around the freaking multiverse?! And Heather, dumbass extraordinaire, had followed him to a parallel universe. Which meant that the only way she was ever going to get home was to find the bastard again, and there was no way she'd be able to do that on her own.

Fourth question, how?

Heather felt significantly more guilty sneaking onto the Wayne Manor estate than she had breaking into the department store.

She hoped that her Dick and Bruce - if she ever saw them again - would understand that she hadn't meant to memorize the defenses around the estate. Really, it was more Bruce's fault than hers.

She'd spent so much time working for the man, digging through the batcomputer's files and doing the menial grunt work to help hone her skills, that of course at some point she'd gotten bored and started studying the layout of the grounds and where all the motion detectors were hidden. She was only human... well, kind of. Sort of. Not important right now.

She didn't know for certain that this version of Bruce Wayne would use the same layout for his home's defenses. Hell, she wasn't even certain that this version had even become Batman. Maybe the man actually was a clueless socialite in this universe. But Heather had a gut feeling that she couldn't shake.

Like, sure, maybe there were universes out there where that was true. But... could there really be a universe where Bruce Wayne had never become Batman, and yet he'd still taken in Dick, who then would coincidentally also have a falling out with the man and move to Bludhaven? The whole reason her Dick had moved to that awful city was to establish himself as Nightwing.

Heather knew she was holding onto a thin string of hope here. But if she was wrong, she might never make it back home, and that possibility was too terrifying to even consider.

Her universe had found multiple ways to kick her in the teeth and drag her down, over and over again. Yet, that universe was her home, and she was still standing. She'd gotten back up each time with the help of her family and friends. She would figure this out, and she would come home to them.

There wasn't an option for failure.

By the time she was standing in front of the massive doors of the manor, her shoulder and ankle were starting to throb in time with her heartbeat. The sun had burned off the remaining rain and she estimated it was closer to six or seven am now. Despite knowing she looked like a drowned rat, Heather attempted to have some dignity as she straightened her clothes, pushed back her slick hair, and reached up to knock.

"I'll get it, Alfred," She heard a young male voice on the other side of the door, and she had just enough time to think Tim when a seventeen year old boy with dark hair opened the door.

Heather blinked. This... was not her Tim. Her Tim was still thirteen and only recently reached her shoulder in height. Yet, the haircut, the blue eyes, the sharp features, all of it definitely screamed Tim Drake.

The boy frowned at her. "Can I help you?"

"Uh," Heather floundered for a second, unsure. She hadn't anticipated speaking to anyone other than Alfred, Dick or Bruce. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It's um, it's been a rough night. My name is Heather Reilly. You're Tim, right? I'm a friend of Dick Grayson's, and I really need his help."

"You again?" Alfred was suddenly behind Tim, wearing the most severe frown she'd ever seen on the man.

It immediately made her step back a half pace and her shoulders hunch. No one, not even her own parents, could make Heather feel like a small naughty child the way Mr. Pennyworth could. There was a reason even Batman deferred to him. "I was quite firm young lady. How did you manage to get past the front gate?"

Translation: How did you avoid all of Batman's security? Heather thought, but of course they wouldn't know that she knew about any of that.

"Please, Mr. Pennyworth, if you just let me explain the situation," Heather began, trying not to wither under his stony stare.

"How do you know Dick?" Tim interrupted. He looked just as suspicious as Alfred, but there was something else in his stare, curiosity or something like it. Tim, like Bruce, was a detective and Heather could tell she'd piqued his interest.

"Dick and I are old friends," She said quickly, latching onto Tim's interest like a lifeline. "We met when we were teenagers. We, uh, had a lot in common. Listen, if Dick isn't here could I at least use your phone? I lost mine, and if I can't talk to Dick, then I need to try and call another friend."

"Are you in trouble?" Alfred asked, looking a modicum less severe than before.

"Very much so, sir,'' Heather nodded, shifting her weight only to wince as she placed too much onto her bad ankle. "Shit," she hissed, unable to keep the curse in.

"What happened?" Tim asked, opening the door wider.

"I... fell," She said lamely, scratching the back of her neck. How could she explain that it was from a height of several stories? Oh, right, she couldn't. "Twisted my ankle. It's fine, I'm a fast healer."

Tim and Alfred exchanged a long look, and only years of working with the bats helped her parse out its full meaning. They didn't trust her, clearly. They thought she might even be lying, but they weren't going to leave someone soaking wet and obviously injured outside on their doorstep.

Alfred hummed, still displeased, "You may use the phone in the library, follow me. Master Tim, would you please bring me the first aid kit?"

"Sure, Alfie," Tim sent one more scrutinizing stare her way before disappearing into what she knew was a supply closet.

She followed the butler into the library, wincing as she dripped rainwater onto the expensive rugs. He led her to an antique secretary desk with a rotary phone on it, because apparently in every universe Bruce Wayne was that kind of old money rich, and insisted she sit down on the oak desk chair. Tim reappeared shortly, carrying both a first aid kit and a towel, the latter of which Heather took gratefully as she sat her plastic bag full of gear onto the floor.

Heather carefully squeezed water out of her hair, mindful of her shoulder as Alfred looked through the kit. "If you would remove your boot, Miss Reilly, I will check your ankle."

"Oh, I mean, you don't have to-" Heather began, the towel now draped over her shoulders.

"I insist," Alfred said firmly but not unkindly.

"You might as well let him look," Tim said with a chuckle. He was leaning against one of the many floor to ceiling bookcases. "He won't take no for an answer."

"Right, I knew that," Heather muttered, shaking her head. She missed the puzzled frowns Tim and Alfred shared as she reached down and started unlacing her combat boots.

Spider-Man and her father preferred their costumes with matching boots and gloves, the web design visible from top to bottom. But she'd long ago chosen steel toed black boots and fingerless black leather gloves for herself. She liked that it made the uniform her own, along with a modified version of her father's blue hoodie - cropped, slightly darker in hue, and made of a resilient Kevlar. The Scarlet Spider silhouette was still recognizable as the one Ben Reilly once wore, but she'd made it hers, and she knew her dad would have approved.

She got the boot off and peeled off her wet sock, hissing as the fabric stuck around the swollen ankle joint before finally coming free. Of course, it was the ankle she'd broken previously, that was just her luck.

"Okay, it's a little worse than I thought," she admitted quietly as Alfred examined the injury.

"You seemed pretty confident it was just a sprain," Tim observed casually.

Bruce hasn't taught him all his tricks yet, Heather thought as she considered how to answer Tim's obviously prying question. "Not the first time," she said as she watched Alfred pull out a roll of bandages. "I'm clumsy."

Before Tim could form his next question, a voice called out, "Drake? Pennyworth?" This was followed shortly by a boy, maybe fourteen years old, coming into the library. He was also dark haired, but much tanner than Tim and his eyes were brown. There was something oddly familiar about the kid that Heather couldn't put her finger on.

"Who is this?" The boy demanded.

"Manners, Master Damian," Alfred chided him as he finished wrapping Heather's ankle. "It's best you remove your other boot as well, Miss, to give them a chance to dry out."

Heather nodded, "right, thank you, Mr. Pennyworth."

"Damian, this is Heather. She says she's a friend of Dick's," Tim explained.

"Richard has never mentioned you," Damian said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. He spoke with the slightest accent, something Middle Eastern that Heather couldn't pin down, and the more she looked at his face the more she was sure she knew him from somewhere.

"We're, uh, very old friends," Heather explained awkwardly. "We haven't seen each other in a long time." Or ever, in this universe's case.

"Tt," Damian scoffed, sharing glances with Alfred and Tim. He wasn't even attempting to hide how suspicious he thought she was. It was sort of refreshing. "Richard isn't home. He's running errands with Father."

Now Heather was narrowing her eyes, her head tilting to the side as a memory came to her. Of a painting that hung in her universe's version of Wayne Manor featuring Thomas and Martha Wayne posing with their young son. Bruce was solemn, even as a child, and Damian had the same set to his jaw.

"Oh my god," she breathed as it clicked, suddenly standing as she pointed at the boy. "You're Bruce's kid. Like, his bio kid, aren't you?"

The others gave her various confused reactions. Alfred raised one eyebrow, Tim frowned, and Damian crossed his arms haughtily.

"Of course, I am," the younger boy snapped, like he thought Heather was an idiot. Which was fair. She kind of was most days, even she could admit that. "How do you not know who I am?"

"I -" She dropped her arm and rubbed her neck. "Right, yeah, that's an excellent question." She sighed. "Okay, truthfully? I am friends with Dick, but... not your Dick?" They frowned at her, and she couldn't blame them.

"Look, I'm going to level with you. I'm not from this universe. I work with Dick on my earth with a team of heroes. We were fighting this guy - Vibe? I did something monumentally stupid, and I ended up here. I didn't realize until I was already talking with Alfred that I was even in the wrong universe because my Alfred has known me for years. I worked with Batman for a while when I was a teenager, back when Dick was still Robin, and-"

"What are you talking about?" Tim interrupted her nervous ramblings. "Why do you think we know anything about Batman?" He added angrily. Damian looked ready to commit murder, and Alfred had disappeared at some point.

Heather groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look, let's just cut past the song and dance, okay? I know all about Bruce, I have for years. In my universe, he gave me almost full access to the batcomputer's files. I trained with Robin in the batcave. I know about the entrance behind the grandfather clock in Bruce's study-"

Heather realized a few beats too late that was probably not the best way to break the news.

Damian was suddenly in her face with a knife at her throat pulled from seemingly nowhere. She reacted instinctively, grabbing the boy's wrist, twisting it down until he dropped the dagger. She pushed him into Tim, who'd been pulling out his collapsible bo staff. She'd turned with the intention of escaping through the library's other exit, but only made it a few strides when the sound of a shotgun being loaded stopped her dead in her tracks.

Right, that would be Alfred, she thought numbly, lifting her hands up as high as her injured shoulder would allow before dropping to her knees.

"Do not move," Alfred ordered.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"How did you disarm me so easily?" Damian demanded, stomping around to glare at her.

Heather gave him a small smile, which only made him angrier. "You remind me of my sister," she said instead of answering.

"I don't know what your game is," Tim told her, "but we're not playing. What do want with Dick?"

"First, poor word choice," Heather smirked at him over her shoulder. He glared back at her flatly, and she rolled her eyes. "My Tim has a much better sense of humor. I already told you exactly why I'm here. I'm in the wrong universe, and I need Batman and Nightwing to help me get home."

"Why do you keep insisting my father is the Batman?" Damian asked.

Heather sighed. "Look, we could keep going around and around on this all day, but I don't have that kind of time. Either call up Dick and Bruce so we can discuss this like adults, or-"

"Or what?" Alfred asked, suddenly reminding her there was a very protective butler with a gun pointed at her.

Heather pursed her lips, considering. "Why don't you take me down to the cave? You guys probably have a holding cell like my Batman does. You can keep me under lock and key until I can convince you I'm telling the truth, or until you can get someone from the League to come down who can wipe my memory if I can't."

"Or we could take you to Arkham Aslyum now," Damian suggested.

Heather took a deep breath, trying to be patient. Not like it could hold me. "It's up to you," she finally said.

Damian walked behind her so the three could share a whispered conference. Heather tried very hard not to hear them by humming under her breath, but it was a lost cause. Damian was coming up with some very creative forms of interrogation tactics, but was ultimately overruled by Tim and Alfred.

"Alright, let's go," Tim finally sighed. "Hands behind your back, and just keep in mind Alfred is a very good shot." She saw him pulling a pair of handcuffs from the corner of her eye.

"You're going to want to use something stronger than that," she told them mildly as Tim grabbed her wrists and yanked them behind her back. Tim hesitated for a moment, before Damian handed him something she couldn't see. She bit back a hiss of pain as they used what felt like metal cording from a grappel gun to bind her hands, then used the remaining cord to wrap around her arms and chest.

Better, she thought as Tim and Damian pulled her to her feet, but still not enough. Ah well, I'll let them have this one.

They blindfolded her before taking her to the batcave, maybe so they could still have plausible deniability. Heather let the boys lead her to the elevator, her spider-sense keeping her aware of Alfred's shotgun aimed at her chest. When the elevator stopped, her bare feet were treading the rock of the cave's floor as the boys prodded her along, her injured ankle really resenting the cold seeping into her bones. She couldn't surpress a small shiver, suddenly aware of her still soaking wet stolen clothes that were clinging to her.

"Relax, we're not going to hurt you," Tim murmured, misinterpreting her shudder.

"Unless you give us a reason too," Damian added, less meanly than he could have.

Huh, maybe the kid wasn't as blood thirsty as he seemed. I wonder who his mom is? I don't think it's Selina. He doesn't look anything like her. Heather pondered this little mystery until she heard a metal cage door opening and she was gently pushed inside the holding cell. Someone pulled off the blindfold before they locked her in. She blinked her eyes to help them adjust to the new lighting, taking in the somewhat familiar landscape around her.

"Good to know the giant penny and t-rex are consistent in every universe," Heather observed. "Still ridiculous, but consistent."

"Master Bruce and Master Dick are on their way," Alfred said, lowering the gun slightly but not putting it away.

Heather nodded. "I figured. So... bio kid, huh?" She added, conversationally.

Damian narrowed his eyes at her, but didn't reply.

"I totally see it now," Heather admitted, taking a seat on the cot in the cage. She brought her legs up to fold beneath her, trying to get comfortable. "I thought at first that Bruce's adoption habit was worse in this universe."

"What makes you think I'm adopted?" Tim asked, taking a seat on a stool he'd brought over.

Heather blinked in surprise. "Oh, my mistake, sorry. My Tim Drake is, so I guess I assumed."

"What happened to your Tim's parents?" Tim frowned, but there was something in his expression that Heather couldn't read.

Heather pursed her lips, considering how to explain. "They were very neglectful. At first, Bruce just had emergency custody of Tim while the state investigated why he was being left alone for long periods of time with only a maid checking on him. When they realized how shitty the Drakes were, that's when he put in the paperwork."

"So they're... still alive?" Tim asked in a much quieter voice.

Heather's heart stuttered painfully. "Oh... I'm so sorry."

Tim shook his head. "Not your fault," he said it like it was something he told people a lot, which only made Heather feel worse.

"I really am sorry. This world is so different from my own," Heather said, mostly to keep the conversation moving. She'd always hated awkward silence. "My Tim is younger, and I've never even met him before." She tilted her head towards Damian. "I mean, he might exist on my earth. Who's your mom?"

Damian tutted again, which she was beginning to suspect was a habit. "Not that its any of your business, but my mother's name is Talia Al Ghul."

Heather blinked and sat forward. "I'm sorry - the daughter of the Demon's Head is your mom? One of the most dangerous women in the world, and the next leader of the League of Assasins?"

Damian gave her a haughty nod. "I see my mother's reputation precedes her even in another universe."

"Okay, mental note," Heather muttered. "Interrogate Bruce when I get home to make sure he actually knows how condoms work."

Tim let out an involuntary snort and Damian's pride disappated back into disdain as he muttered something in Arabic that she was sure was unflattering.

"Alrighty, anyway," She sighed. "I'm assuming you have questions you want me to answer?"

"I am not sure what we could ask you that could prove your worthiness," Damian snapped. "You are a stranger to us."

Tim nodded reluctantly. "I've never heard Dick mention anyone like you." He picked up the plastic bag they must have brought from upstairs that had her gear in it, pulling out her mask and frowning at it. "What's with the spider webs?"

"On my earth, I'm called the Scarlet Spider," Heather explained, waiting for any hint of recognition on his face, but nothing came. "You know, ally of Spider-Man? Friend of the Avengers?"

"Who?" Damian asked.

"Whoa, okay, I didn't think our earths were that different," Heather shook her head. "Wait, if Spider-Man and the Avengers don't exist in this world, does the Justice League exist?"

"Of course," Tim and Damian answered almost in unison, then glared at each other in annoyance.

"That's a relief. So the team must exist too," Heather said, only to receive another frown.

"You mean the Teen Titans?" Tim clarified.

"No...? I mean the team. We work for the Justice League? But, like, covertly. We handle missions that the League doesn't want a lot of attention on, but that still needs a lot of skill." Heather explained, "There's me, Nightwing, Superboy, Miss Martian, Robin, Batgirl, Bumblebee, Beast Boy-"

"I only recognize some of those names," Tim admitted.

"Weird," Heather muttered.

"This is a waste of time," Damian exclaimed, "She's clearly lying, Drake, we should take care of her before she can reveal our identities to anyone."

"Let's pump the breaks on the murder, alright Shortstack?" Heather couldn't help but snap. "Does your Batman actually kill? Because that's seriously messed up."

"He does not," Alfred confirmed, giving Damian a reprimanding glare.

Damian rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, muttering to himself. Tim and Alfred couldn't hear it, but Heather could perfectly. "This never would happen with Mother and Grandfather."

Tim's phone suddenly chimed at the same moment Heather heard tires crunching on the gravel outside the manor. "I'm guessing Bruce is here?" She asked Tim as he checked his phone.

"How did you-?"

"Lucky guess," Heather deflected.

Alfred finally lowered his gun and left, presumably to meet his employer and pseudo son at the door. Damian seemed to take this as an invitation to take out another dagger from some pocket and begin fiddling with it. Heather guessed this was his way of intimidating her, or it could have been a nervous habit. She didn't have the heart to tell him it was more cute than anything else.

The kid looked like he'd barely hit puberty. He reminded her of her own little brother and sister, which just made her homesick. She wanted to pull her phone out, just so she could see her photos and reassure herself that they were still out there, waiting for her, but she stopped herself from snapping her restraints. She needed this world's Batman to trust her, or she'd never get home.

"I'm assuming you're a meta human?" Tim asked her after he finished sending another text. He put his phone in his pocket so he could focus his attention on her fully.

"In a sense," Heather said reluctantly. "It's complicated."

"I have a friend who's the daughter of a demon, try me," Tim challenged.

"It's not that I'm refusing to answer the question, it's just seriously complicated," She explained. "Does this world have stable cloning technology?"

"Are you somebody's clone?"

"No- well, yes and no," She shook her head when he gave her an exasperated sigh. "Complicated! Ugh, okay, so my story starts way before I was born. On my earth there's a hero called Spider-Man. He was a regular guy who was bitten by a radioactive spider, giving him super powers."

"Usually when someone has a backstory like that, they turn to a life of crime, at least in my experience," Tim commented.

"Yeah, well, he didn't. I mean, he used his powers to win money in wrestling matches at first," Heather admitted, rolling her eyes. "He was young and dumb, don't worry about it - not important. The important thing is years later, Spider-Man gets a new rogue who called himself Jackal. The guy was crazy, but brilliant."

"We are familiar with the type," Damian commented quietly.

Heather snorted. "Trust me, I know, but unfortunately he was way less Nygma and his puzzles, and more like Crane with unethical experimentation. The guy manages to clone Spider-Man, except - plot twist - Spider-Man suddenly has a case of amnesia and he and the clone can't remember which of them is the real deal."

Tim whistled, "complicated."

"Oh trust me, tip of the iceberg," Heather complained, shaking her head. "I'll skip forward, or we'll be here for hours. The clone, he went by the name Scarlet Spider, eventually comes to a truce with Spider-Man and they become allies. In the meantime, Scarlet Spider and the woman who was once Spider-Man's fiance fall in love. Eventually, they have a kid." She shrugged as much as her restraints allowed her to.

"That was you," Damian guessed.

"Yep," Heather nodded. "Again, I'm going to skip forward for brevity's sake. I developed powers as I aged, but then suddenly one day my body freaks the fuck out. My DNA wasn't completely stable, being half human and half - er, clone slash radioactive meta slash freak lab accident." She sighed. Sometimes she couldn't believe this was her life. "My body mutated."

"It didn't kill you?" Tim asks, surprised.

"It almost did," she admits quietly. "Spider-Man saved my life. I was only nineteen."

"How old are you now?" Damian asked, almost politely.

"Almost twenty-four," Heather smiled. "My fiance, Kurt, is trying to plan a surprise party for me with my Dick Grayson's help. They're not succeeding, but it's adorable to watch so I'm letting it go for now."

"You weren't lying when you said you were close with him, were you?" Tim said, almost sounding like he was talking to himself.

"Robin was always one of my biggest heroes," Heather admitted. "When we finally met, he became one of my closest friends. He's practically my brother."

"That's why you were sure he would help you," Damian concluded.

"He's my best shot," Heather admitted as Bruce finally stepped into the cave, Dick right behind, followed by an Asian woman with short dark hair, and finally an African American teen about Tim's age.

Heather tilted her head at the woman and teen in confusion. The woman only smiled mildly and waved, while the teen mirrored her frown. Well, that's definitely new. Maybe this Bruce does have more of an adoption problem than mine.

"You got my message?" Tim asked.

"Yes. We've been watching the security cameras," Bruce muttered, eying Heather like she was one of the Riddler's newest puzzles. Which, ow.

"Hello," Heather said, giving a cheery smile despite the increase in suspicious eyes on her. "I'd get up to greet you, but..."

"Oh, this one has jokes," Dick said, coming to gently take Damian's dagger away. "That's refreshing. Last time we got someone from a parallel universe, they weren't any fun. Remember Bruce? The Stephanie doppelganger?"

"Dick," Bruce reprimanded before his eldest could go off on a tangent.

"Oh yeah, no, that one was no fun," Tim agreed, ignoring Bruce’s sigh. "This one says she's known you since you were Robin."

"Hey, I have!" Heather protested. "C'mon, we were all getting along so well. I mean, aside from the stabby child over there... but I have a feeling he's like that with most people?"

"We're trying to break him of the habit," Dick commented dryly.

"Did Damian stab her?" The black teen asked.

"Not quite," Tim shrugged. "She's fast."

"Aw, thanks Tim" Heather beamed. "That's like the nicest thing you've said to me all day. When I get home, I'll be sure to tell my Tim you were nice. Even if you do need to lighten up a little."

"What makes you think you're going anywhere?" Dick asked, but Heather couldn't hear any real threat in the words. She had a feeling this Dick had just as big of a heart as her world's.

"Look, obviously me being here is upsetting for multiple reasons. You guys love your privacy, and you hate having someone around who compromises that, I get it. Not to mention, it's probably not a good idea for someone from the wrong multiverse to stay here long term. I mean, I'm a biochemist not a theoretical physicist, but I'm assuming it's probably bad," Heather shrugged as much as her bonds allowed. "So, the way I see it is, you help me get back home, and we're all happy in the end. Right?"

"How can we trust that you're telling the truth?" Tim asked again, but she could tell Bruce was thinking it over.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Timmy," Heather told him honestly. "I mean, I could sit here all day telling you things that are true of my universe? Like, I know that Dick’s first pet was Zitka, the circus elephant. I know that my Tim basically blackmailed Batman into making him Robin. I know that my Alfred never uses cloves in his cooking because Bruce is allegic, which is why he never drinks the eggnog at the Justice League's Christmas party. Is any of that true in this universe? I don't have a clue. What I do know for certain is that you all are my only shot of getting home. If you won't help me..."

Heather swallowed, staring at nothing as the despair of that possibility hit her full force. "I'll never see my family again, and Kurt will never know what happened to me. Please, I'm begging here, help me get home."

Bruce crossed his arms and looked at the Asian woman that hadn't said a word so far. The woman looked to be in her early twenties, a little younger than this world's Dick. Heather had tried not to let it bother her, but the younger woman had been watching her intently the whole time they'd been talking. Heather couldn't help feeling like she was missing something as she watched the woman turn to Bruce and smile.

"Not lying. I trust her," She finally said.

The words were stilted in a way that normally Heather would associate with learning a new language, but the woman had a distinct Gotham accent. It almost reminded Heather of how her little sister used to talk when she'd started speech therapy, like the woman wasn't sure how to put her thoughts into spoken words.

"Okay, as much as I appreciate the vote of confidence, I have to ask - who are they?" Heather asked, unable to hide her curiosity.

"You don't have a Cassandra Cain or Duke Thomas in your world?" Dick asked.

Heather shook her head, "Doesn't ring a bell, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. Like I was saying earlier, my timeline seems a little skewed from this one. My Tim is younger, and as far as I know, my Bruce doesn't have a bio kid. It's just Dick, Tim, Babs and me around."

"What about Jason Todd?" Bruce asked quietly, and if she hadn't known another version of this man so well she might not have heard his trepidation for the answer.

"That's... I mean..." Heather blew out a somber breath. "Jason was murdered by the Joker," she admitted reluctantly. Every face in the room fell, but there was an air of recognition to the grief. Clearly, the same fate had befallen their Jason as well.

Heather continued after a moment, "That was a few years ago. Recently, he, well... came back. Things are still a little delicate, so he's been staying with me and Kurt for the time being."

"Why isn't he home with us?" Dick asked.

Heather grimaced. "You have to understand, he wasn't in his right mind. He - well, he attacked our Tim and hurt him pretty badly. They're both doing better, but Jason hasn't forgiven himself and still has things to work through, and Tim needs time to recover mentally and emotionally. We're giving them both space until if and when they're ready to be in the same room."

"Wow, what a concept," Tim deadpanned, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. Bruce and Dick looked uncomfortable. Heather narrowed her eyes but decided not to ask. Not her circus, not her monkeys. She could only do so much for the Wayne family in her own universe; she couldn't possibly fix an entirely different one as well. Especially when she didn't have the complete picture.

"Ya know, I kind of wish we had a version of her," Duke spoke up. "That's like the most level headed decision I've heard from someone in this family in... no, scratch that, ever."

"Don't give me too much credit," Heather smiled, but it was self-derogatory. "I've had my fair share of screw ups, too. Sometimes, you just need an outside perspective." She sighed, wishing she could rub her eyes. "Look, I get that this is a lot to ask, but I have to track down Vibe before he disappears from this world, too. I can stay right here if it makes you all feel better, but I need help finding his tachyon signature so I can catch him and make him take us home. The batcomputer is my best chance."

"Quick question," Dick lifted a hand, frowning at her. "What do you mean by 'make us feel better'?"

Heather clicked her tongue and stood up, walking to the far wall of the cage, opposite the door. She flexed her muscles, snapping the metal grappeling cord like it was dental floss. As the cord fell into a pile on the floor, she reached forward and using two fingers on each hand, bent two of the steel bars towards each other into an 'x'. She stepped back from the cage wall and put her hands behind her back, shrugging sheepishly.

"You could escape at any time, couldn't you?" Duke guessed.

Heather nodded, chewing her cheek.

"You could have broken in here without alerting anyone, gotten what you wanted, and left without a trace," Tim added. "Just like how you got passed all of the security on the grounds."

"Well, I don't know about completely leaving without a trace," Heather hedged, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm not Kurt, I can't teleport, and I don't have invisibility either."

"Hn, perhaps you could explain your powers to us in detail while we start searching for your missing rogue," Bruce said.

She didn't know this Bruce or what had happened in his life to alter it from the man she did know, but she could hear the world's greatest detective in his voice and it made the anxiety in her chest melt. They weren't going to abandon her, they were going to help.

The only question left, was when?

#fan fiction #my writing #rae writes #young justice x marvel #dc x marvel #spider man mentioned #oc heather parker #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #dc robin #cassandra cain #dc orphan #dc signal #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #dc multiverse #parallel universe #aka heather fell through a portal and has a bad time #scarlet spider #ben reilly #oc heather reilly #part 1 of ? #i may post this to ao3 i havent decided #ao3 writer #wayne family adventures

[n-brae]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel, X-Men - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Jean Grey/Ororo Munroe/Scott Summers, Bobby Drake/Scott Summers, Scott Summers/Warren Worthington III, Scott Summers/Everyone, Johnny Storm & Scott Summers, Emma Frost/Scott Summers/Namor the Sub-Mariner Characters: Scott Summers, Johnny Storm, Peter Parker Additional Tags: One Shot, Not Beta Read, POV Outsider, 5 + 1, this is Johnny's point of view so the adhd tangents are a clever stylistic choice, Polyshipweek23 Series: Part 3 of polyship week 2023 Summary:

Johnny just wants to know what the hell's going on with Cyclops's love life, and also which gossips he can actually trust.

Or;

In which none of the gossips in the marvel universe are trustworthy, even the ones who are accurate, Johnny isn't a conspiracy nut, whatever his corkboard might suggest, and Sue can't believe her brother is like this (but Peter absolutely can).

[for polyship week 23, the day 3 prompt outsider POV]

#polyshipweek23 #marvel #x-men #scott summers #cyclops #johnny storm #the sprawling x-polycule #pov outsider #5+1 #fic #rae writes

[inklore]

darlings! i hope your year was great, filled with love, fun and joy. if it wasn’t my heart goes out to you and i hope the new year treats you with nothing but kindness. i’m sending you love and magical vibes.

i missed the last four months of my monthly fic recs, so instead of making a dozen different posts i’m just going to combine it with an end of the year post: aka i’m lazy lmao.

but shoutout to every writer on these lists, not on these lists, who are on tumblr but don’t post, you are amazing and you sharing your beautiful talent with us (or with just yourself) is literally a gift and the community would be in shambles without you!!!!

please never feel under appreciated because i am your number one fan. you bring light to many and fill a fandom void we all crave and enjoy diving into to shut out the real world. you’ve made this year better, funner, and immensely tolerable.

you are all loved and adored, keep writing, keeping sharing those beautiful ideas. i hope to find more amazing works from writers both on and not on this list in the new year. so here’s to it! may next year be kind to us all <3

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI with the works below. unless it’s stated otherwise. heed warnings and authors notes please.

✶ — honorable fav of the year mention!

IF I COULD INJECT THIS FIC INTO MY VEINS I WOULD

aka all the fics that have stuck with me throughout the entire year, the ones that have imbedded themselves to my frontal lobe and refuse to let go!

Pa'atení by neonheartbeat (namor x shuri)

Mercy, sabotage, and dead space by @no-droids (poe dameron)

Swallow you like sunshine when i smile by @rae-gar-targaryen (mickey garcia)

Interdickt by @laters-gators (santiago garcia)

I’ve got you darlin by @psychedelic-ink (moonknight + din djarin)

Flamingo king by @onsunnyside (ari levinson)

Inforgetting by @boxofbonesfic (spiderman)

CHRIS EVANS

Plan B by @slyyywriting (ari levinson + andy barber)

Wicked games by @honeystevie (steve rogers)

Rumination by @/boxofbonesfic (steve rogers)

Free use by @bonkywobble (dark!steve rogers)

Discipline me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming (andy barber) ✶

The exhibit by @/boxofbonesfic (lloyd hansen)

I'll cry if i want to by @honeybloomss (ari levinson)

A big mistake by @straywords (steve rogers)

Walking the wire by @pedrito-friskito (nomaed!steve rogers)

Puppet on a string by @/psychedelic-ink (ransom drysdale)

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

But you're pretty when you're mine by @charnelhouse (daemon x rhaenyra)

Wrath of the dragon by @/straywords (daemon targaryen)

Untitled by @/charnelhouse (harwin strong)

He finds you by @targaryenvampireslayer (daemon + harwin)

Breeding kink by @someplace-darker (harwin strong)

Burn by @laters-gators (daemon targaryen)

Tinsel by @authurials (daemon targaryen) ✶

Discretion by @revolution-starter (aemond targaryen)

MARVEL

Unknown by @/psychedelic-ink (doctor strange)

Untitled by @/bonkywobble (thor odinson)

Praise kink by @atomwritez (gilgamesh) ✶

Untitled by @sarahscribbles (loki laufeyson)

Over the moon by @moonlight-prose ( joaquín torres)

Waves of love by @/maladaptivexxdaydreaming (namor)

Nothing compares by @wwinterwitch (namor)

Too much of him by @cumberstrange (namor)

Love, or lack there of by @/psychedelic-ink (namor)

Scorched earth by @allaboardthereadingrailroad (namor) ✶

His sacrificial offering by @wint3r-h3art (namor)

Protector, lover, fighter by @bakerstreethound (namor)

Mine by @javier-pena (wolverine) ✶

Continuum by @sunshinescribes (namor) ✶

I'm yours by @/psychedelic-ink (namor)

OSCAR ISAAC

Heavy in your arms by @/psychedelic-ink (marc spector)

Cerebral by @/laters-gators (nathan bateman)

A little tied up by @/laters-gators (marc spector)

Sleep tight by @/laters-gators (blue jones)

Home by @spacecowboyhotch (jonathan levy)

Twas the night by @dameronscopilot (santiago garcia) ✶

A sunday kind of love by @/moonlight-prose (marc spector) ✶

Devotion by @/moonlight-prose (marc spector)

Belong to you by @/moonlight-prose (marc + layla)

PEDRO PASCAL

Alien blues by @/psychedelic-ink (din djarin)

Broken sleep by @/psychedelic-ink (dave york)

My drug by @/psychedelic-ink (frankie morales + jack daniels)

A broken prince by @/psychedelic-ink (ezra)

First time by @autumnleaves1991-blog (oberyn martell)

Poison & wine by @/psychedelic-ink (din djarin + duke leto)

Touch by @/moonlight-prose (din djarin)

Untitled by @the-scandalorian (din djarin)

STRANGER THINGS

All mine by @littledemondani (eddie munson)

She's trouble by @wroteclassicaly (eddie munson)

Untitled by @/wroteclassicaly (eddie + steve)

Whole lotta love by @/authurials (eddie munson)

Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me by @oncasette (eddie munson)

TOP GUN

Take it easy by @/oncasette (hangman)

Worst Behavior by @/oncasette (rooster)

Breath play by @foli-vora (rooster)

Your name (on that coffee cup) by @rae-gar-targaryen (hangman) ✶

As blue as your taste (i taste the same) by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)

Untitled by @/oncasette (hangman) ✶

Do not disturb by @callsignvalley (hangman)

So deep in love with you (baby love) by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)

My cup runneth over by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)

Untitled by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)

Mi media naranja by @/rae-gar-targaryen (fanboy)

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Untitled by @angrythingstarlight (walter deville)

Throne by @preciouslandmermaid (morpheus)

First time by @stranger-nightmare (morpheus)

Thigh riding by @/stranger-nightmare (geralt)

Breeding kink by @xcatnapsx (kylo ren)

Those damned romantics by @/rae-gar-targaryen (ezekiel reyes)

Lazy sunday by @eupheme (charlie swan)

please do not spam like the works above, no one likes a spam liker. comments and reblogs are always the better way to show your appreciation to content creators.

if you would like me to remove your works within this list, for whatever reason, please let me know and i will kindly do so!

#monthly fic recs ! #fic recs #writer love <3

[writingstoraes]

🎧 — writingstoraes main navi!

✷ about me! — hi, i'm rae! i'm 19 and i go by she/her pronouns. my current fandoms are formula 1, marvel cinematic universe, and kpop groups nct 127 and got7.

✷ about the blog! — this is my writing blog as well as personal blog for the fandoms i am in + things i'm interested in.

✷ notes — my blog is a safe space and my dms/ask box are always open if you ever want to talk! ♡

... click 'keep reading' to enter my world!

♥︎ — favorites!

formula 1: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo

nct 127: kim doyoung, jeong jaehyun

got7: lim jaebeom, mark tuan

♥︎ — folders!

diary (includes my written works for my different fandoms)

♥︎ — tags! (still under construction)

#writtenbyrae - tag i use when i post any kind of work such as drabbles, headcanons, and instagram imagine.

#answeredbyrae - tag i use when answering questions from my ask box. (both anon and non-anon)

#raerecos - tag i use for my recommended works found here. (usually accompanied by the name; ex. #raerecos charles leclerc)

#writingstoraes main

[flordeamatista]

𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌,

𝖶𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝖺 𝖧𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖠𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖲𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋!

𝖨'𝗆 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾-𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝖳𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋, 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾-𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉, 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌.

𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍.

@sgt-seabass 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖨 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖺.

𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾.

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 23–25, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒!

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌

la fuerza del destino

𝖿𝗆𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

dime cómo quieres

𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 

qué voy a hacer con mi amor

𝖲𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝖿/𝗉𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺. (𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖺)

sálvame

𝖶𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾? 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝖿/𝗉𝗂𝖼/𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆. 𝖨𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝖺𝗀 # la hacienda de alice 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌.

sobre fuego

𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍! 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 (𝗈𝗇𝖾-𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒)

día de suerte

𝖲𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

me enamoré de ti

𝖨𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 (𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒)

abrázame muy fuerte

𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈

tagging some amores (no pressure)

@lfnr-blog-blog-blog @the-soot-sprite @lookiamtrying @irisofeden @angrythingstarlight @jobean12-blog @s-tarksintern @aquariusbarnes @mrsmischief209 @navybrat817 @jadedvibes @littlelioncub43 @ysmmsy @sunshinebuckybarnes @geminixevans-stan @musingsinmoonlight @summerofsnowflakes @writing-for-marvel @fluffycutecevans @sweetascanbee @sexyspector @sexyprise @sweetdreamsbuck @junipermuses @majestyeverlasting @fluffyprettykitty @lunarbuck @slyyywriting @foreverindreamlandd @mickeyhenrys @maskedmistress87 @late-to-the-party-81 @dreamlessinparis @hansensgirl @lilacevans @bonky-n-steeb @buckycuddlebuddy @cockslutpadalecki @midnightf @yarnforbrains @indyluckycharlie @rae-gar-targaryen @treatbuckywkisses @weekendgothgirl @firefly-in-darkness @bckybarns @mjolnir-steve @destroyer-chris @atlaese

#la hacienda de alice — sleepover #la hacienda de alice #alice’s sleepover 🌞 #one year anniversary fiesta

[killjae]

mirae or rae! 19 and he/him pronouns strictly.

i do not have a masterlist yet as i am growing my account and i only have one fic in the works posted. please forgive me!

THIS IS AN 18+ PROFILE, minors do not interact.

my interests are jjk, astv/itsv, bg3, resident evil, anime, dc, marvel, moonknight, oscar isaac, miguel o’hara, rick and morty, mortal kombat!

i will take requests and commissions if i ever do them. so, keep an eye out! a personalized fic of your own at the hands of mine.

i do NOT write for incest/fauxcest, scat, piss, bodily harm, or anything of the sort!

i am bisexual with with a heavily leaning male preference so if you see any fictional men, you know why im feral over them.

i am comfortable with lots of variations of reader including bunny, lamb, sub, top, switch, femdom, i personally enjoy corruption especially with a more submissive reader. :3

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #oscar isaac #mortal kombat #t4t nsft #baldur's gate 3 #astarion

[fluffyprettykitty]

judge me based on my: lockscreen, homescreen, pinterest board, and the last song i listened to!

Tagged by @psychedelic-ink ❤️

Tagging (no pressure!) :@that-sarcastic-writer @writing-for-marvel @eupheme @e-dubbc11 @rae-gar-targaryen @tarrenterror25 @imyourbratzdoll @outerspacious @obiknights @pearlsofme @stargirlfics @darsynia @fenharel-enaste, @galatially

#selene plays tag

[firstprince-history-huh]

Fic Rec Friday! (Part 1)

This week's theme is: a fic that lives in your mind rent free.

The rules are simple: tag the fic that lives in your mind rent free and describe why it's so good / how it has a hold on you. Then tag some fellow associates to see what everyone else is reading. Spread the love!

Tagged by: @welcometololaland @thisbuildinghasfeelings @heartstringsduet @wtfuckevenknows @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @just-inside-her

And because I have no self control, I will obviously be talking about more than one fic.

So without further ado,

911 Lone Star

The entire Game, Set, Match series. Or Love Game Universe as I call it. @welcometololaland is the brilliant genius behind this. I love tennis & Tarlos. So ofc I was going to love this series. And when Love Game came out, at that time lot of things were going on with tennis IRL in terms of happenings regarding my fav tennis players. Do I was even more invested in this fic. And I loved spotting the IRL tennis easter eggs!

The entire Seven Ways (Back to You) series by @welcometololaland

I am a sucker for Push fics. 3x04 was & still is one of my fav Tarlos episodes of all time. And the sheer amount of fics & codas I've read about it is like so long. But the way Lola has written them healing after the break up & them getting back together is so beautiful & brilliant!

The Ring-In again by @welcometololaland

This is one of the first fics by Lola that I remember reading. This fic was Tarlos in Hawaii at a *interesting* wedding wedding. Some truly memorable OCs & everyone's favorite chaos child & the establishment of THE POKE AGENDA! Honestly this fic had it all!

Do You Even Lift, Bro? The Tarlos Gym AU by @rmd-writes . This was a stroke of brilliant genius. Smut with feelings being a Rae specialty! All the IRL thirst traps being used here made this fic more 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Missing Moments series by @paperstorm

An absolutely amazing series fitting Tarlos moments in between canon & making it so much better. A brilliant insight into our favorite boys in canon. This series is an excellent character study & so beautiful & extremely well-written!

Magnetic North by @paperstorm

A sheer brilliant piece of masterclass in writing about addiction, love & so much more. Prior to reading this fic I wasn't familiar with ice hockey at all. This fic made me want to watch it. The evolution of Tarlos as individuals & their relationship was so beautifully depicted. The trope of prickly catus/ feral cat being loved & then being able to open up his heart & love & trust again was so well-written in this!

Through the Looking Glass by @liminalmemories21

The sheer brilliance of this fic & marvelous. Through this fic I began to admire art more & take an even more active interest in it. And the Tarlos of this all is so beautifully depicted!

Out Of The Woods series by @liminalmemories21

I love missing conversation fics. These fics show the truly admirable talent of fic writers finding the gaps in canon & making it better. Just as this fic was. Also, I always love more Enzo & Jonah fics! And it is because of this series that I can totally picture Stanley Tucci as the perfect candidate to play the role of Enzo!

Tout L'univers by @kiras-sunshine

An extremely beautiful depiction of Tarlos in the time between season 1 & season 2. The evolution of their relationship in between seasons os so wonderfully depicted!

In Sickness And In Health, In Speeding And In No Speeding by @goodways

Someone in fandom was talking about how TK would definitely be a speed demon & there being chances of him getting a speeding ticket. And then I came across this fic! The sheer coincidence of timing was something that I will not forget! And the hilarity of this fic is something that always keeps it in my mind!

#fic rec friday #911 lone star fic #tag games #fanfic

[lizzienoodles]

17 and 50 (tell me everything lol)

17. Any OC OTPs?

:3c

Um. Them !!!!! Loki isn't technically my oc but at this point i've diverged so far from comics canon I basically consider him my own version of the character LOL!!! (And since Marvel took him from mythology I have every right. Anyway. Almost zero resemblance to the mcu too, i dont consider them even remotely the same character 🤷‍♀️) I could talk about them like. hours. I don't know what to put here in a text post. Send any questions to my inbox (that's a demand)

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

Okay HMM I guess I'll use this question to do a very broad overview of my stories! Maybe that should be its own post?? LOL

My main focus is on my Marvel fan characters:

Gail and Erica, twin sisters yoinked from my webcomic and all grown up, Valentine, the Valentine Crew (Crash, Red, Hands, Roux, Fuse), Keegan, Brightgene (mutant) kids (Brianna, Edwin, Luiz, Ali), tenants/residents at Gail and Loki's mansion (Eunice, Elenari, Avril ), my own AU version of the Guardians of the Galaxy... That's most of them.

I also have a few DC characters (Breeze, Doomscroller, a digital Batgirl, Paisley and Siren)

My original stories:

Fledge Fighters (webcomic, mostly technically finished), Characters from that are Gail and Erica (as kids), Pace, Rae, Michael, JD, Stephen, Nathan, Beck, Perri, Agent Jay, Flare Pants Man. Teen superhero hijinks on a "crime free" island.

Sketch Ninja (maybe someday webcomic): Rye, Kytton, Ciela, Kizzy, Dex, Nova: Ninjas have the ability to turn drawings into weapons. Popular Machinery (pitching this to publishers ideally): Kaiya, Aalex, Ripflick, Olivia, Juliet, various robots: Influencers with mechs. Need I say more?

Danger Spoon (WAY on the backburner) Tyler, Jamie, Lillith, Becca, Ruth: Boy from the big city moves to conservative small town and ends up as the front singer of a girl band.

Daisy's patience: Daisy, Sugar, Soap, Loafcat: kids fight giant robots. Probably won't do anything big with this unless I get a chance to pitch as a cartoon.

Honey and the Bee (Raina, Maple, Forrest) and Journey of Hearts (Kyo, Mimi, Oliver) Both very underdeveloped romances that I'll never write but the characters stick around in my head so they might get repurposed into something else later.

OKAY WAS THAT ENOUGH????

Edit: i can't even begin to list my one-off fan characters ahaha!! but honorable mention to Tomo my TMNT oc who already has like 3 iterations

#oc asks #thanks! #i go a little crazy

[darkrpfinder]

🕊️ hello! 28 she/her, looking for an rp partner for some dark themes/smut with an around 70/30 to 60/40 smut to plot ratio (i love a good plot). i do not roleplay with minors. 25+ partners are preferred. themes i'm interested in writing include:

noncon, degradation, dirty talk (filthier the better), legal age gaps, cheating/blackmail, omegaverse, horror, enemies to lovers/enemies with benefits, object insertion, cnc/dub con, daddy kinks, breeding, bdsm

hard limits: scat, vore, any other bathroom kinks, feet, feeding/feeder

i'm open to mxm, mxf, and fxf ships, with a strong preference to playing characters who are bottoms/submissives. i'm open to both fandom and original universe roleplays, with some of my favorite genres being fantasy, crime, supernatural, and historical (french revolution, victorian, ancient eras (vikings, ancient greek, etc.) being some of my favorite).

fandoms/ships i'd love to roleplay include (i've bolded the characters i'd love to play, characters ordered as top dominant/bottom submissive):

ekko x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

sevika x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

silco x jinx (arcane/league of legends)

yelena belova x kate bishop (marvel)

eddie brock/venom x felicia hardy (marvel)

kraven the hunter x felicia hardy (marvel)

eddie munson x chrissy cunningham (stranger things)

eros x psyche (greek mythology)

dionsus x ariadne (greek mythology)

thanatos x minthe (greek mythology)

achilles x patroclus x briseis (the illiad)

misc fandoms (no set canons, though i'd love ocs): hunger games, the grisha universe, the acotar fandom, star wars, the last of us

plots i'd love to do:

your character is a wealthy patron of the parisian opera, who has elected to sponsor a soloist of the parisian opera. are they wealthy? are they secretly a criminal mastermind? either way, she's indebted to do whatever he wants

your character is a supernatural creature who kidnapped my character, but my character escaped. they're now stuck in a cat and mouse chase

vague ideas that i'd love to explore but can't think of a specific plot for: a/b/o verse anything (i'd would love to play an omega character, especially for an mxf or fxf plot), plots involving the hunger games (perhaps two former victors, or a victor and a capitol citizen), anything involving the assassin's creed fandom (perhaps a templar/assassin ship?), enemies to lovers, anything with criminal characters, etc.

faces i love using: cindy mello, lorena rae, ashley moore, archie renaux, golshifteh farahani, christina nadin, rachel zegler, chantel jeffries, kelly gale, madison beer, braydee cardinal, yovanna ventura, holly lim, shonali singh, josie canseco, madelyn cline, savio de chiara, grace van dien, rocio crusset

faces i love playing against: barry keoghan, stephen james, winston duke, florian montaneau, giuseppe maggio, patrick gibson, theo james, dev patel, andy biersack, richard madden, max irons, reece king, ben dahlhaus, folkwin wolfspeer, cillian murphy, jack o'connell, post malone, dichen lachman, sydney sweeney, honestly any and all faces i'm open to.

i range from large posts to small posts, and would love to do this via discord. maybe even make a server for us to write in! please like this post and i'll reach out. (sorry this is so long, i've never written one of these before and thought to cover as many bases as possible).

.

#arcane rp #marvel rp #omegaverse rp #stranger things rp #the illiad rp #hunger games rp #the grisha universe rp #acotar rp #star wars rp #the last of us rp #assassin's creed rp #rp search #dark roleplay #dark rp #spicy rp #18+ mun

[practically-an-x-man]

Writing Masterpost

Here's the list of all my fanfics! These can also be found by searching for Practically_An_XMan on AO3

Quick note: I write primarily longfic. Long longfic. Many of the main fics (not on tumblr) are 100k plus - and if they aren't yet, they'll get there eventually. Have fun.

X-Men Fics:

I'll Be Here to Catch You - Hank McCoy x Mira Hart [started Jan. 2021, finished June 2021)

Symphony in Silver - Peter Maximoff x Robin Cassidy [started Aug. 2021, finished Oct. 2023]

Candy Cane War - Peter x Robin ficlet, holiday prompts (tumblr)

A Love Once New - Warren Worthington III x Rae McKinney [started Feb. 2021, finished March 2024]

Aftermath - Bonus chapter to A Love Once New

Tear Us Apart - Bonus angst piece to A Love Once New

Gravity - Warren x Rae ficlet, one-line prompt (tumblr)

Smoke and Mirrors - Alex Summers x Madison Douglas [started May 2021, currently active]

Marvel/MCU Fics:

Catch and Release - Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Ophelia Octavius [started Jan. 2022, currently active]

Closing the Rift - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, one-line angst prompt (tumblr)

Bloodstained - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, angst/injury prompt list (tumblr)

Amadeus - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, random prompt (tumblr)

Call it Even - Peter x Ophelia ficlet, random one-line prompt (tumblr)

Bird's Eye View - Kate Bishop x Gia, random prompt (tumblr)

DC/Suicide Squad Fics:

Battle Wounds - Rick Flag x Eris, angst/injury prompt list (tumblr)

Late Nights - Rick Flag x Eris, fluff/sleep prompt list (tumblr)

Acrimony - Rick Flag x Eris, heavy angst/whump oneshot (tumblr)

A Short History Lesson - Rick Flag x Eris, height difference prompt list (tumblr)

This Time It's Not So Literal - Rick Flag x Eris, random fluff/humor prompt (tumblr)

A Fool's Errand - Rick Flag x Eris, angst/jealousy prompt (tumblr)

Dead of Night - Rick Flag x Eris, angst with a happy ending (tumblr)

Lost Gods - Rick Flag x Eris, heavy angst/whump ficlet (tumblr)

Years Ahead - Eris oneshot, future AU (tumblr)

Broken Pieces - Rick Flag x Eris, intense whump and hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Whatever Keeps You Around - Rick Flag x Eris, unexpected run-in with an ex (tumblr)

New Blood - Nikoletta Bordeaux, one-line prompt, introductory ficlet (tumblr)

Nightmares - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, emotional hurt/comfort, early introduction (tumblr)

Shadows and Fallen Stars - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, angst with a happy ending, established relationship (tumblr)

Relapsed - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, angst with a happy ending, established relationship (tumblr)

The Facts Were These - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, first kiss (with abundant Pushing Daisies references) (tumblr)

Pit of Vipers - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, pre-relationship in Belle Reve (tumblr)

No Longer Alone - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, emotional hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Lost in Thought - Abner Krill x Nikoletta, emotional hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Escape Artist - Chain smallfic with @witchy-self-shipper (tumblr)

Star Wars Fics:

Bolts and Blasters - Armitage Hux x Indigo [started May 2021, finished June 2023]

Torment - Alternate/bonus chapter to Bolts and Blasters

Rallentando - Fluff oneshot, takes place after Bolts and Blasters

6 Underground Fics:

Nom de Guerre - Billy/Four x AJ Campbell [started May 2021, finished Sep. 2022]

Desert Song (Previously Unreleased) - Billy/Four x Quinn/Aces [started Oct. 2022, currently active]

Flustered - Billy x Quinn ficlet, one-line prompt (tumblr)

Out to Lunch - Billy x Quinn ficlet, one-line prompt, hurt/comfort (tumblr)

Pyrotherapy - Billy x Quinn ficlet, two-line prompt, angst with a happy ending (tumblr)

Night at the Museum Fics:

Who Waits Forever Anyway? - Ahkmenrah x Katherine Johnson (OC, not the scientist) [started Dec. 2021, currently active]

Christmas Lights - Ahkmenrah x Katherine fluff ficlet (tumblr)

Mefkat - Chain smallfic with @hawthorne-spengler-stantz

Love, Willow - Chain smallfic with @hawthorne-spengler-stantz

American Horror Story Fics:

Heartstrings - Kyle Spencer x Jasper Wilson [started Oct. 2022, currently active]

Sunshine - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, angst w/ a happy ending (tumblr)

Pandemic-Era Kyle and Jasper (tumblr)

Knock on Wood - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, domestic fluff (tumblr)

Gift Card - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, holiday prompts (tumblr)

Sprained - Kyle x Jasper ficlet, sleep prompts (tumblr)

Undone - Kyle x Jasper, random fluff prompt (tumblr)

Mama - Kyle x Jasper, heavy angst with a happy ending (tumblr)

The Sandman Fics:

Secret Worlds - The Corinthian x reader (Prometheus) [posted Feb. 2023]

(Farewell) Wanderlust - The Corinthian x reader (Prometheus) [posted Mar. 2023]

The Calling - The Corinthian x reader (Prometheus) [posted Oct. 2023)

All Night - Corinthian x Prometheus fluff ficlet (tumblr)

Dust to Dust - Corinthian x Prometheus angst ficlet (tumblr)

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Locked Away - Warren Burgess x Kestrel, angst/whump prompt (tumblr)

Chameleon - Warren Burgess x Kestrel, angst and action oneshot (tumblr)

Ghostbusters Fics:

Heart in Your Hands - Lars Pinfield x Jimmy Luciano [started March 2024, currently active]

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Lucky - for @can-of-pringles, Arith x Iriel (their OCs)

King - for @can-of-pringles, the Corinthian x Prometheus, found family with Lee Quinn (their OC)

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Sneak peek at a future Stranger Things fic (tumblr)

Karaoke - for @can-of-pringles, Peter Maximoff x Marigold Rosales (their OC) (tumblr)

Steel Christmas - for @vexic929, gen fic with Quinn and their OC Berrie (tumblr)

Through the Haze - for @negative-speedforce, dark/angst piece with their OCs Hyun-Ki and Jessi

Roses and Tulips - for @can-of-pringles, Copia x Silas, Valentine's ficlet (tumblr)

"Breakfast" drabbles for each of my OCs

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Yet another ficlet that I don't feel like putting on ao3, enjoy!

Blood is Thicker

Marvel x Young Justice AU

TEEN for kidnapping and blood mentioned

Ocs: Heather and Harry Parker

Cheshire and probably Lex Luther, haven't thought that far ahead

“Experiment 337 is not progressing as predicted. The chemical chains are breaking down faster than the team had anticipated, making the solution inoperable for further testing,” Heather squinted down the microscope in front of her, watching the tiny world on the slide deteriorate like a building imploding.

“Fuck,” she added, hoping FRIDAY knew that part shouldn’t be on the official lab report. “I really thought we had it that time.” She pushed back from the microscope on her rolling stool, rubbing her eyes. It was late; she’d been here since six am and it was nearing two am now. At least Stark Industries paid really great for overtime.

She and her team had been working relentlessly on their newest theories to “unlock human potential” as Pepper Potts had put it to the investors. Tony later said that was fancy talk for “curing cancer”, and Heather had told him that was a gross understatement.

If Heather and her colleagues were correct, and they were ninety-eight percent sure they were, human genetics held the key to curing some of the worst ailments suffered worldwide. They were also, even before Tony or anyone else could say it, well aware that it sounded like something a supervillain would state. But the numbers didn’t lie - they’d spent a long time theorizing before they had ever gotten close to the lab testing phase, and human testing was practically lightyears away.

What had never been included in the official reports was Heather’s suspicion that her own genetics might hold the key they were looking for. She was sorely tempted in moments like this, when yet another experiment failed, to grab a syringe and draw just a small blood sample.

Just a few drops, that might be all she needed to make a breakthrough… but she always stopped that thought cold.

Now that was a supervillain origin story just waiting to happen - a scientist starts experimenting on herself in desperation for answers. She could name half a dozen villains off the top of her head with that exact backstory, and she refused to become a statistic on principle alone.

Maybe it was time to call it a night. Or a day, rather. She was supposed to be off tomorrow. Today, whatever.

She’d use that time to catch up on sleep, cuddle with her fiance, and maybe return Nightwing’s phone call. Maybe.

If it had been Dick calling her, she wouldn’t have hesitated for her ‘adopted’ brother. However, it had definitely been Nightwing calling over her comms line this past week. He was asking for a favor, a mask related favor, and she really was starting to regret not burning that bridge.

She still loved helping people, but that’s why she’d pushed herself so hard to obtain her biochemical engineering degree. This, her research, helped people long term.

Masks could help with the immediate disasters, sure, but there was always another one looming on the horizon. The hunt never ended. And she was tired of the hunt. She was tired of chasing something she wasn’t even sure she wanted anymore.

She’d thought as a teenager that superheroing would give her closure. Her father had died saving her. Surely carrying on his legacy in the mask would honor his memory, would give her a sense of purpose. But it had never really filled the hole in her heart left by his absence.

Her father was gone, and the only way she could give herself closure was to keep moving forward, not stay stuck in the past.

“Alright FRIDAY,” She finally said with a sigh, hopping off her stool and stretching her back. “I think it’s time for me to go home.” As usual, she felt the danger just a fraction of a second too late.

"So soon, Ms Parker? But we just got here," said a female voice sweetly.

Heather acted more startled than she actually was, whirling around and 'accidentally' knocking an empty plastic vial tray off the counter.

Two men of standard bodyguard build, and a woman that she was unfortunately very familiar with had somehow made it all the way to the 24th floor of the SI building, bypassing multiple security checkpoints, and even FRIDAY herself.

In very classic fashion, Heather asked the logical question first. "How the hell did you get up here?"

"That's not important," the woman said, the wide stretched grin of her mask unnerving even to someone who'd seen it many times.

"Pretty sure my boss would disagree. I'm assuming FRIDAY is offline?" Heather crossed her arms, trying to look uncomfortable by the intruders while actually hiding her fingers that were pushing the beacon hidden in her watch.

"She's been locked out of this floor temporarily. Just long enough for us to collect you, Ms Parker," Cheshire replied, running her gloved finger idly along a countertop as she wandered the room.

Heather knew she was probably looking for extra security measures, but this high up in the building, it was just FRIDAY - which normally was more than enough. "And what can I do for you, Miss…?" She raised an expectant eyebrow.

"Call me Cheshire," the half-Vietnamese woman said with a bow.

Considering you're Artemis' sister, I should probably be calling you a cousin by now, Heather thought. "Cute. You didn't answer my other question. What do you want?"

"My employer is looking for some specialized assistance. They decided you were the perfect candidate for the job." Cheshire was idly twirling one of her blades on the spotless lab counters.

Heather shouldn't have been surprised the woman talked about abducting scientists in the same way one discussed the weather, and yet…

"Wow," Heather said dryly. "I finally reached the point in my career where someone deemed me smart enough to kidnap. I'm flattered."

"Don't be silly, Ms Parker. We’re not here to kidnap you. You're going to come willingly."

Heather snorted. "Yeah right."

Cheshire seemed more amused than usual as she sauntered closer. "I'm perfectly serious. In approximately one and a half minutes, you're going to walk out of the lab with my associates and I. You will tell the AI that you're going of your own free will, and that everything is fine. We will walk out of the building together, get into our vehicle and make our leave. Nice, clean, simple."

"No amount of money in the world could ever convince me to go build some maniac a dirty bomb, or whatever your boss wants me to do," Heather stated firmly.

"Oh but the prize being offered here is… well, quite priceless," Cheshire nodded her head towards her backup muscle. One of the men pulled a smartphone from his coat pocket, tapped it a few times and held it up where Heather could see the screen.

Heather felt the blood drain from her face as her stomach clenched. On the other end of the video call was her little brother, Harry, bound hand and foot to a chair in a dark room and gagged. There was a blossoming bruise barely visible beneath his shaggy bangs, and a tear in his favorite denim jacket, but he otherwise looked unharmed. Terrified yes, but alive.

After a moment, Heather found her voice. "I don't know who your boss is, but he's made a very big mistake," she glared at the masked woman. "If anything happens to him, heads will roll."

"Like I said," Cheshire said coyly as she turned away. "I knew you'd come willingly."

Heather swallowed the insults that flooded her mouth, knowing Cheshire was just the messenger. She tapped her anger down into a small box in her chest, focusing on logic instead.

Yes, these people had Harry. Did they know she and her brother were enhanced? It was unlikely, given that they'd tied her brother with what looked to be standard hardware store rope. Then this had nothing to do with their secret identities or their step-father’s. Knowing that gave her the smallest advantage but also put her in an interesting bind.

She could still refuse to go with them and rescue Harry herself. She could get a message to Peter, or the League, and let them bust Cheshire's employer. Problem was, she didn't know where Harry was, or who had him. If she didn't play this right, she could blow all of their secrets.

On the other hand, if she didn't play at all, Harry would die.

"Dammit," she muttered, dropping her arms in defeat. "Alright, just… Let me grab my bag."

"Oh please, allow my associate to help you," Cheshire offered, as the man not holding the video feed of her brother picked up her purse and jacket. "I wouldn't want you getting any funny ideas about calling the police. After all, you're coming with us willingly, remember?"

The man pulled her phone out of her purse and left it purposefully sitting on one of the counters, like Heather had put it down and forgotten about it. He made a grabbing motion with his hand. "Smartwatch too, Ms Parker."

Heather gritted her teeth but removed her watch, handing it over. It was placed neatly beside the phone as he offered her her jacket.

So much for my civilian beacon. I don't have my backup with me either, she thought, shrugging into her jacket and accepting her purse. She gave the video feed one more glance and felt a new resolve harden in her gut.

I'm coming, baby brother, just hang on.

When she and her three new friends walked out of the lab, FRIDAY's voice greeted her instantly. "Ms Parker, I have been out of contact with you for two minutes and forty-three seconds. Is everything okay?"

Cheshire gave her a pointed look.

Heather took a deep breath. "Everything is fine, FRIDAY. I'm leaving here of my own free will. Please, make sure to tell my dad I have to postpone our meeting until later, something has come up."

She held her breath, hoping her 'friends' wouldn't find anything wrong in her words that could get her brother killed. She knew FRIDAY was one of the smartest AI's on the planet, and even if she wouldn't know exactly why Heather’s words were off, she would know to share them with the right people.

FRIDAY processed her words for a long heartbeat. "Very well, Ms Parker. Have a good evening."

The AI opened the elevator for them, and soon they were dropping down into the parking garage. The three led Heather to a nondescript black SUV, and within moments they were pulling into late night traffic. The two men were in the front seat, Cheshire and herself in the middle row. Once the Stark Industries building was out of sight, Heather’s voice was like ice. "How do I know that your boss will release my brother when they get what they want?"

"You have my word," Cheshire promised coolly. "I have no intention of breaking up a family."

"Right," Heather drawled, unimpressed. "I suppose you won't tell me what they want until we arrive."

"And spoil the surprise?"

Heather rolled her eyes. "Mmhmm. Listen, I've been going nonstop for about twenty hours now, so I'm going to get some sleep. I'd appreciate it if no one stabbed me before I got to see my brother."

"You've got it, sunshine. Pleasant dreams," Cheshire cooed at her smugly.

Heather glared at her hard enough that she could see the woman stiffen. "I meant what I said, Cheshire. I don't care what happens to me, but if anything befalls my brother, I won't rest until everyone responsible is dead. You have my word on that." With that said, she leaned back in the leather seat and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the mental images of yet another loved one lying in a pool of blood at her feet.

Harry didn't know what was happening, and as someone who was usually in the loop, he did not enjoy the feeling.

He'd been on campus, leaving a party much later than his mom would have liked him to be, but he didn't have class the following day, and he'd been in a festive mood.

He had gotten a girl's number from the party, which didn't happen often to a Parker (or a Reilly for that matter). Her name was Sabrina, she was an art major, she loved dogs and wanted to paint a wall mural somewhere in the city - and he had her number!

Harry had been so happy walking back to his dorm that he hadn't paid his spider sense any mind until rough arms were dragging him down an alley.

At first, he'd thought it was a mugging, but then his three assailants were trying to shove a chemical soaked rag over his mouth and nose. He'd taken a deep breath of the stuff before his head caught up with what was happening to his body.

He threw two of his attackers off with just a fraction of his enhanced strength, and punched the third in the jaw. He turned to run for help when the chloroform seemed to catch up with him, speeding through his system from his rapid heartbeat. He staggered, tripping over a garbage can and landing roughly on his hands and knees. He opened his mouth to call for help when he was tackled from behind, knocking the air from his lungs.

Harry flipped onto his back, trying to aim a punch at the man's throat but his slowed reflexes meant the hit just glanced off of his attacker's shoulder. The man retaliated with a punch to Harry's temple, bouncing his skull against the concrete. Harry blinked the stars from his eyes as the other two men pinned him down and forced the rag over his face again. He tried to hold his breath, but the man straddling him had a knee pressed against his diaphragm, making him more and more aware of his need for oxygen.

Harry kicked his legs weakly, desperately, trying to tug his arms free but soon his lungs burned for air. He took in a desperate gasp and instantly felt his head swim as darkness took over his vision.

When Harry woke up sometime later, he was bound to a metal chair bolted to the floor, cotton in his mouth and sticky tape sealing his lips. He took several minutes to clear the fog from his brain and take stock of his situation. The room was dark except for a single light bulb hanging above him, its weak light only illuminating a ten foot radius. He was alone, as far as he could tell, and that made him more nervous.

He very carefully flexed his muscles and knew instantly he could free himself. Clearly, whoever had grabbed him didn't know his secret. So, that eliminated the Spiderman angle, or at least the Stinger angle. So why was he here?

Outside of his extra curricular activities with his dad and occasionally his sister, there was nothing remarkable about Harry. He'd gotten into college on a soccer scholarship, he made average to good grades, his parents weren't rich, and he wasn't in any kind of fraternity which eliminated the odds of this being a hazing gone way too far.

He couldn't even say that Harry Parker had enemies. He was generally well liked by most of his class - even Malcolm Washington, the little prick, didn't rank any higher than a traditional sports rival. Stinger had enemies, that was for sure; ones he'd inherited from his dad, and ones he'd made on his own just from fighting the good fight.

But if these people wanted Stinger, why tie him up with regular rope and leave him unguarded? That didn't make sense.

Suddenly, a door Harry hadn't noticed before opened and someone cast in shadow from the light outside stepped in. Harry squinted against the bright light, eyes struggling to adjust from the dark. It looked like whoever it was had a long metal object in their hand, and a spike of panic went through him.

The shadowy person approached deliberately and Harry willed himself not to outwardly react, even when his heart threatened to bust its way out of his chest. The person paused just outside of the circle of light and took the long metal object, which Harry finally recognized as a tripod, and set it up in front of him. They placed a smartphone onto the tripod so it faced Harry, and stepped back further into the shadows.

Harry narrowed his eyes in confusion, but with the wad of whatever-it-was shoved in his mouth, he couldn't ask what the hell was happening. He didn't have to wait long, though.

A video call came across the screen and the shadowy person answered it. Harry at first stared back at his own disheveled reflection in the camera before the call connected, and suddenly he was staring at his big sister's pale face. Her voice came over the tinny speaker, furious as her gaze switched from him to someone off-screen. "I don't know who your boss is, but he's made a very big mistake. If anything happens to him, heads will roll." He’d only heard her sound so angry a few times before. It wasn’t her Scarlet Spider voice, not exactly, but it was very very close.

"Like I said," A mystery woman responded. "I knew you'd come willingly."

Harry’s confusion only deepened as he watched a myriad of emotions cross his sister’s face. Who were these people? What did they want from Heather? It couldn’t have been ransom, she didn’t have any more money than his parents did.

He’d found that strange when he was younger, since his sister was friends with not just one but two billionaires, but she’d explained to him that she wanted to earn her own way through the world - not rely on charity or favors. While she had accepted the scholarships that put her through college from Wayne Foundations and Stark Industries, she’d made their respective CEO’s promise to actually consider other candidates’ essays, instead of just picking hers because they knew her. Wayne and Stark had assured her that she’d won them fair and square with the handful of other candidates. And then Heather had gone and interrogated Pepper Potts and Dick Grayson to make sure it was actually true before accepting them.

“-you’re coming with us willingly, remember?” The mystery woman on the call said, forcing Harry to halt his scattered thoughts and focus on what was happening.

Heather surrendered her phone and smartwatch, looking like she was swallowing a lemon as she did. He knew why too. Her watch had a distress beacon built into it for civilian emergencies. Without her watch, the likelihood of someone finding them had dwindled significantly. She turned back to the phone and met his gaze through the feed, a familiar look of steely protectiveness in her eyes before the call was cut off.

When he was younger, he’d found his sister’s protectiveness annoying at best and overbearing at worst. He was his own person, with his own powers, and could take care of himself. If he wasn’t worried about blowing his status as enhanced, he could bust himself out of here right now. He hated that he was being used as leverage against his sister for… something.

He couldn’t begin to imagine what they would want from her. Sure, Heather knew a lot of people, but most of those connections were strictly through the mask. The few she knew that were of public knowledge - Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, a few of the X-Men - nobody outside her inner circle had any idea how deep those connections went. As far as the world at large was concerned, she and Dick Grayson had met at a charity event as teenagers and remained friends, Tony Stark was her boss along with thousands of others, and her fiance was a retired member of the X-Men. Not exactly blackmail material.

The shadowy figure had left at some point during Harry’s musings, leaving the tripod and phone behind and cutting off the outside light. The dim lighting and bareness of the room once again set his nerves on edge.

Harry wasn’t one to spook easily, but his spider senses seemed to be stretching out taut as a bow string, searching for danger or stimulus of any kind. He was restless and wished he could get up and pace the room.

Heather had explained to him that the spider sense was a kind of precognition. It was an extension of what most people referred to as a sixth sense; the creeping feeling you got when you instinctually knew something was wrong, but multiplied by a hundred.

When the sense had finally come to him fully, he’d been so nauseous with vertigo he laid in bed for three days, choking down clear liquids and saltine crackers only to throw them back up a few hours later. Heather had stayed by his side the entire time, coaching him through reining in the power until it didn’t overwhelm him.

“It’s a muscle, Harry. Think of it like your diaphragm,” Heather had explained to him in a soft voice. He’d had his eyes pinched closed as tight as they would go, his head exploding with sounds and colors. He could hear traffic from outside their apartment like it was right beside him. He could hear every baby crying, and every neighbor in their building as they cleaned or talked or watched television or vacuumed or made dinner.

It was too much, it was all too much.

“Breathe Harry. Come on, little brother, breathe. Focus on the sound of my voice, on my heartbeat and nothing else. Your spider sense is trying to find danger that isn’t there, constricted as tight as if you were holding your breath. Let it relax, let it acknowledge that you’re safe, and then reel it back one breath at a time.” Heather and pressed her forehead to his as she sat on the edge of his bed, taking his hand and guiding it to the pulse point in her neck. “Breathe, one two. Breathe, one two. That’s it little brother.”

Harry closed his eyes now and focused his breathing, focused on the pounding of his heart that sounded so loud in his ears. Slowly, his spider sense uncoiled itself from around his throat, his breaths evening out as his brain reasserted control. Yes, he was in a bad spot. Yes, he and his sister were in danger. But it wasn’t anything they couldn’t handle together.

His spider sense returned to it’s normal hum at the base of his skull - a snake ready to strike when danger reared it’s head, but also content to let its prey come to it. It was his constant companion, as much as it was for his sister, and their fathers before them.

Harry opened his eyes, frowning at that thought. His fathers. He rarely thought about his birth father, Ben, these days. Peter was the only father he’d ever known, though the man wasn’t always worthy of the title.

To his credit, Peter had really stepped up during Harry’s high school years, becoming a more prominent presence in his life than he’d ever been previously. Did it make up for the years Peter had squandered, too lost in self pity and hatred? No, not really, but the effort was appreciated.

Yet despite Peter’s shortcomings, Ben didn’t weigh on Harry’s mind the way he knew the man did for his older sister. Heather would probably never recover emotionally from the loss of their biological father, and the bitterness she had towards their stepfather ran deep. Oh sure, she’d taken steps. She’d attended therapy sessions, surrounded herself with friends who understood - at least to a degree - what it was like to lose a parent, even if it wasn’t in quite the same way as she had. She had made a kind of peace with the tragedy that stole Ben away from them before Harry was even born, but it was unclear whether she’d ever really forgive Peter’s role in her trauma. Despite her personal feelings, she didn’t seem to begrudge the close bond that Peter now shared with Harry and their younger sister Audrey.

“I don’t want you two to grow up to become jaded like me,” She’d told him once when it was just the two of them. “There’s only room for one black sheep in this family, and I’ve laid claim to it. You and Audrey should have the dad that I never really got.”

“It’s not like he wasn’t there,” Harry had argued at the time. He’d been eighteen and certain he knew how the world worked.

Heather had been twenty-three. Her smile had been so sad, just remembering it hurt. “Not in the ways it mattered,��� was all she said.

Harry was twenty-one now, and while he better understood his sister’s perspective, he also knew that this was something they’d never truly see eye to eye on.

Harry's thoughts continued to wander as he waited in darkness. He wondered if his roommate Josh had noticed his absence. If he'd called his parents. Was his dad out looking for him now? He wondered if he'd see his mom again, or get to hug his adorably bratty thirteen year old sister one more time. Just as his thoughts were really beginning to spiral, the door opened again. He jerked his head up, squinting as he was once more blinded by the light.

"Harry!" Heather cried, running to him. She cupped his cheeks gently as she examined the bruise he could feel on his temple, eyes glittering suspiciously. "Are you okay?"

Fine, he tried to say, only to remember the gag.

Heather turned her head to glare at her escorts, while keeping a reassuring grip on her brother's broad shoulders. "Let him go. You've got me here, you don't need him anymore."

"Unfortunately, he will have to remain our guest for a little longer," Cheshire said, and Harry suddenly recognized it was her voice he'd heard on the video call. "Do as my employer asks, and he will be released."

Harry felt more than saw the tremble of rage that slid down Heather’s spine, his spider sense warning him of the very real harm his sister was capable of when provoked.

She seemed to give herself a five count to control her anger, before turning back to him. She smiled forcefully, leaning down to wrap her arms around his shoulders and bury her face in his neck. Only he could hear her as she breathed, "don't worry. Peter will be here soon. Play along until I can get us out of this."

Harry leaned his head toward her in response, grunting softly in acknowledgement. She pulled back enough to kiss his cheek and said loudly enough for everyone to hear, "I'm sorry you got dragged into this, baby brother. Everything will be fine, okay?" She carded her fingers through his dirty hair, seemingly on the verge of tears, but he knew her well enough to see they were fake.

He played along, nodding with wide eyes, letting his Adam's apple bob nervously as he looked between his sister and the muscular guards. Playing the part of a scared victim was almost too easy. Mary Jane had given all of her children acting lessons to help maintain their secret identities. She always joked they would need it, since Peter was a terrible actor.

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Feeding Future Ancestors

by Rae Mariz

I learned how to cook in the kitchens of Portland punk houses in the late Nineties. Where three to four people were signed onto the lease, but eight kids were stumbling out of bedrooms and rolling off couches, sun high in the sky, looking for breakfast. That was where I got my foundations in meal prep. The first step in probably like 86% of all my cooking starts with sautéing finely chopped garlic in olive oil. My chaotic cooking style can be traced back to those communal kitchens. With spilled coffee grounds speckling the countertops, arms reaching over heads to grab spices off the rack. That was the environment where I learned how to chop vegetables, season generously, and top it all off with Sriracha. (I kind of just realized why I always write stories about feral kids raising each other.) My first encounter with the secret ingredient in nearly all my current dishes took place there. Lacinato kale, dinosaur kale or black kale. It’s so beautiful. A marvel. We punk kids would sing its praises. Watch the water collect like bright opals in the leaves’ textured folds. De-rib the stalk and thinly chop and it’s ready to add into anything.

Rae Mariz is a powerhouse of an author. This essay on how we learn about food via family, community, our children, & our ancestors is no exception. Reading it changed how I think about my relationship to food & the planet, and I bet it'll change you, too. This essay is accompanied by a recipe for a homemade vegan version of Spam (along with some less-vegan fixings) to make a generous, satisfying rice bowl. In this recipe, Mariz weaves a whole life and a whole world into a single meal. Go check it out and get cooking!

Go read the essay and get the recipe here!

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@satisfactooru -> The gorgeous and creative Bay's HQ, JJK, MHA, AOT, and Obey me blog

@gojospit -> The talented Char's HQ and JJK centric blog

@yuutakittie -> The amazing Heids's blog featuring JJK, HQ, and AOT

@neon-crucifix -> The nicest person ever Jay's multifandom blog

@ekaterinatepes -> Kat's multifandom blog!

@mrskenmakozume -> The glorious Kisa's HQ and JJK blog!!

@mimidrawsthings -> Mimi's art blog!

@sanityisforlosers -> The creative and wonderful Sanity's internet horror blog filled with their amazing original content and more.

@berrytimefields -> Jay's multifandom writing blog

@crescentkaze -> A primarily HQ blog hosted by Kaze

#my mutuals #so sorry for the tags everyone but I wished to make sure everyone gets the foot traffic they deserve #its yall that inspire me everyday

[flordeamatista]

maladaptivexxdaydreaming ──> flordeamatista

Shoutout to my loves who helped me with my new url

@aquariusbarnes @mrsmischief209 @jadedvibes @writing-for-marvel

Thank you so much to @targaryenvampireslayer for giving me the easy tips to change my links 

Other loves, I'm still around to be menace but with a new name 💜

@lfnr-blog-blog-blog @lookiamtrying @angrythingstarlight @sunshinebuckybarnes @geminixevans-stan @the-soot-sprite @jobean12-blog @sgt-seabass @rae-gar-targaryen @babyboibucky @hansensgirl @justreadingfics @cockslutpadalecki @onsunnyside @syntheticavenger @inklore @wint3r-h3art @majestyeverlasting @summerofsnowflakes @navybrat817 @fluffyprettykitty @slyyywriting @emerald-chaos @yarnforbrains @late-to-the-party-81 @beach-daydreaming @lunarbuck @princessgriffin1998 @sexyspector @sexyprise @beyondthefold @junipermuses @sweetascanbee @jen-with-a-pen @katlarence @sweetdreamsbuck @veracruz-miller @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @sunshine-on-my-mind @treatbuckywkisses @justagirlinafandomworld @ramp-it-up @suchababie @sagechanoafterdark @saiyanprincessswanie @vibraniumcollar and I'm sorry if I forgot a love

#new url who dis?

[interwebois]

Started this Tumblr💖 7/6/2023

1/18/2024

Hello 👋 | We Love New Friends😊

Simply Plural is Ashla-Interweb-bois | Pexels has free to use photos. Some uses these 😊

We are a OSDD-1b now leaning towards more DID System because of discovery but still not sure🧡 Discovered on 11/29/2022

The Ashla System🧡 aka Interweb bois🌙 -🖤🌙

Not diagnosed Professionally📝

Majority of Us are Christians and God and Jesus Makes Us Happy☺️ and is 1 of Our Main Coping Mechanism other @mental-health-and-jesus ✝️ 1/17/2024

And a new blog @co-conscious-culture ⭐️3/14/2024

Hope You Have Fun wiTh Me @steven-granty-boi 💚01/19/2024 :)

Our Hyperfixations are :)

Star Wars💫 especially Rebels⚡️

Moon Knight🌙 of Course (How We Discovered Being Plural✨)

Ultimate Spider-Man🕷️ (2012-2016)

Sherlock Holmes 🔎🎻 (reading The Complete Sherlock Holmes)

Wonka 🍫 & the Soundtrack🎶

The Chosen✝️

Disney🏰 and Pixar🖼️ especially Monsters, INC. franchise🧢

Night at The Museum🌕

Brooklyn Nine-Nine🕵️

What We Love to Do🫶 Our Interest🎶

Playing the Guitar🎸 and Singing🎼

Everything about the Filming Process🎥 Voice Acting🎙️ Psychology🧠 Writing✍🏻

American Revolutionary Era🇺🇸

Bible Era

Egyptian Mythology

Songs🎧

Disney | Old Songs | Musiclas | Orchestra | Religious |

YouTubers❤️ We Watch

•McJuggerNuggets •stampylonghead •PopularMMOs •JStuStudios •Watcher •Taskmaster •Kendall Rae •BOZE vs. the WORLD •Patty Mayo •Matt Rose •Scott Cramer •Pente Patrol Star Wars •Dry Bar Comedy •The Chosen •Heart Dive with Kaneo Gibson •Saturday Night Live •Karen Puzzles •So Uncivilized •And DID/OSDD Content Creators🎥

System Members Who Are Comfortable Saying Who They Are✨

Our YouTube❤️ Channels🎬

Description Semi-Fictional Interject are Parts at the Beginning didn’t Identify with any look and or a Fragment that turned into an Alter by adopting a body :)

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Body’s Info

Age: 20 in 2023

Birthday: 11/22

Race: Half Japanese🇯🇵 & American🇺🇸

Language: English🇺🇸 & Japanese🇯🇵

Most of Us identify with being Japanese and American🇯🇵🇺🇸🇬🇧

Religion: Christianity

Gender: Non Binary Presenting

Pronouns: Mostly They because Co-Con a Lot

Sexuality: Gynesexual for Outside Folks

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Alice🩷 Identifying with Body

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Ashla🧡 Collective Name

Host/Adult

Doesn’t feel Emotionally Attached aka The Face

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Isaac🖤

Fictional Interject/Adult

Fictive: My Virtual Escape/ The Devil Inside S1

Age: 20 in 2023

Birthday 10/29

• Edgy Humor •Punk Rock •Kinda with Steven💚 & Llewyn🩵 & Levy🩶

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Steven💚

Co-Host/Subsystem/Semi-Fictional Interject/Adult

Fictive: Moon Knight

Age: Late 20s

Subsystem with Llewyn🩵 and Levy🩶 and Co-Host also with Levy🩶 •Watches over Marc 💙

•Makes Us Laugh •Old Cozy Songs •Kinda with Isaac🖤 (The Relationship in the Marvel TV Series Universe of Steven, Marc and Jake are really different in Our System💫 It’s more separate and it’s more after Season 1)

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Levy🩶

Co-Host/Subsystem/Semi-Fictional Interject/Adult

Fictive: Scenes from a Marriage (Haven’t actually watched all of it sooo)

Age: Late 30s

•Sophisticated •Taylor Swift •Has a Daughter in System •With Alicia🍯 taking care of Littles🌸 / Co-Parent

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Llewyn🩵

Subsystem/Fictional Interject/Adult

Fictive: Inside Llewyn Davis (Doesn’t identify with from his source but the covers the Littles love 🍊)

Age: 20s? 30s?

•Lyrical •Kinda with Isaac🖤

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Marc💙 (Woffie❄️ might have fused with Marc? Still figuring things out)

Semi-Fictional Interject/Adult

Fictive: Moon Knight

Age: Late 20s Early 30s

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Alice💖

Identifies with the Body but younger than the body.

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Woffie❄️ (might have fused with Marc? Still figuring things out)

Non-Human

Wolf

Age: Age Slider not sure exactly but it’s a pretty wide

• Loves Snow •Mountain’s with Snow (pretty much Snow haha)

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Lucy🌺

Age: 17

•Daughter of Levy🩶 •Can’t really interact with Levy🩶 •Book lover

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Jake💜

Semi-Fictional Interject/Non-Human/Adult

Fictive: Moon Knight

Age: Late 30s

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Alicia🍯

Age: 30s

•With Levy🩶 taking care of Littles🌸 / Co-Parent

"Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, for to this you were called as members of one body. And be thankful." COLOSSIANS 3:15✝️

“That there should be no schism in the body; by that the members should have the same care one for another. And whether one member suffer, all the members suffer with it; or one member be honored, all the members rejoice with it. Now ye are the body of Christ, and members in particular.” 1 Corinthians 12:25-27✝️

⬇️ It’s kinda weird that We created this Spotify Playlist before Knowing that We’re a System💫🌙 now of course adding way more to it

Hehe made by @zero-templates

#osdd 1b #did #dissociative identity disorder #osdd #fictive #osdd system #otherwise specified dissociative disorder #did alter #did osdd #osddid #osdd alter #osdd 1 #system fictive #fictional introject #multiplicity #non human alter #simply plural #subsystem #Spotify #osdd community #did community #dissociation #dissociative system #autistic system #system #being a system is wild