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bestfictionaldivorce · 1 year

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The Distortionist and The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

(Fanfic for @white-boy-bracket)

Paul Matthews sat holding a brown paper bag in his hands. He’d been told it was a bag lunch, but the contents didn’t feel like a bag lunch. He finally worked up the courage to open it and peer inside. It contained,,, a gun and a note. Paul reached in and pulled out the note. The note read “I authorize you to use my firearm - General John MacNamara”. Paul felt a mix of relief and disappointment. Relief that he could now defend himself, and disappointment that Emma Perkins hadn’t been the one to send it to him. Emma Perkins, the crabby barista. Paul liked her a lot.

The sound of smashing glass pulled Paul out of his thoughts. Paul twisted around to see a lanky monochrome young man with a strangely twisted spine, who had his fist planted in a mirror. The young man seemed satisfied and pulled his fist away. He noticed Paul watching and turned to him, smiling in a way that made Paul nervous.

The young man walked over and sat down next to Paul. Paul scooted away nervously. “Uh,,, Hello?” Paul said. The young man tilted his head. “Greetings.” He said, “My name is Christopher Pierre. And you are?”

“Paul. Paul Matthews.” Paul said quickly. This “Christopher” kid made him nervous.

Christopher attempted to recline on one arm, but fell backwards and smacked his head on the floor. “This was easier when I had my bat.” Christopher muttered. “But that “Showrunner” just had to take it away.” He sat up again and looked Paul in the eyes. Paul squirmed internally. SOMETHING about Christopher was off, but Paul couldn’t put his finger on what it was. It could be Christopher’s twisted spine, or his paper white skin, which was paler than half the other people in the arena.

“Why did you break that mirror?” Paul managed to ask through his nervousness.

“They hate me. They’ve hurt me badly.” Christopher brushed his fluffy white hair back from his face, revealing a large black burn. Paul cringed.

Christopher grinned. “Terrible isn’t it? One could almost call the mirrors abusive.” he said, but his voice was insincere, manipulative. Paul’s discomfort increased the more he spoke to Christopher. There was something inhuman and cruel about him that made Paul want to run.

Paul knew he could shoot Christopher if he needed to, but he still felt a sense of dread. If he did shoot, there was a chance the Showrunner would punish him. Paul stood up abruptly. “I have to go do something.”

Christopher tilted his head again. “I guess I will see you later then.” he said coolly. Paul nodded and only relaxed when he couldn’t see Christopher anymore. There was something off about Christopher, and Paul had the feeling he didn’t want to learn what it was.

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masterxofxmasters · 1 year

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A new ship

Characters: Master of Master from kingdom hearts and Kayne from Malevolent (all Kayne parts written by @misspelled-magic )

MoM growled as he scrubbed the grass and syrup off of the leather trench coat. At least the water in the stream around him offered a bit of relaxation in this mess of a week he had had. Not only was he trapped in this horrible place but he had also been humiliated online (by his own son no less) and thrown into… various horrid pits.

“Oh come onnnnnn.” He snarled under his breath, “this stuff is really stuck on there- what the hell did they even use for this?”

“Syrup!” a capricious voice called out from… his left. “Agave, to be precise. I think. Or, that’s at least a component!”

A man in a black suit strode forward, his eyes widening at the Master’s form. His hands seemed to be stained with… blood? Fresh, too. And his feet… uncovered, and also fully soaked with reddened viscera.

At once, the many eyes that covered the Master widened. Normally he would have instantly covered himself, but by that point the damage would have already been done, mind broke beyond recognition. However, this didn’t seem to be the case with this bloodsoaked man before him. Sure, he was covered in carnage but him brain seemed to be Relatively intact. Well, best move was to play it off as normal.

“Look at you over there, mister helpful.” He smirked, leaning back on the bank of the stream and letting the coat rest at his feet in the cool water. “Unfortunately that doesn’t do me much good at the moment.”

The man blinked at the Master and then his face broke out into a grin.

“No, I suppose it doesn’t! Not at all. But that’s the question you asked– that’s the answer you get!”

He strode closer, seemingly unbothered by all of the eyes and general… unfathomableness of his form. If anything, the man seemed to be… eyeing it up?

“Now, if you were to ask a better question, well, then I might be able to do something worthwhile.”

A look of amusement flashed across the Master's face as his mouth pulled back into a wide smile of large sharp teeth. “Really? Is that so?” The tone of his voice was playful now, “what sort of something would that be?”

The man grinned, and sat down near the edge of the stream.

“Lemme think. Some soap? New coat? Now, of course, I think you look much nicer with it off– but it’s obviously not appropriate to be showing all this off every second. Or, of course, you could keep trying to clean it off with… stream water.”

“Dawwww you flatter me” the Master giggled, a soft iridescent blue rising to his cheeks, “butttt sadly I can’t go around showing myself off like this- don’t want to cause any unnecessary brain damage to people.” He sighed, drumming his fingers against the bank. “That could cause some issues for me in the long run, you know. Not everyone is resistant as you seem to be.”

He was quiet for a few seconds before clicking his fingers together, remembering the offer, “but yes- some soap could be very handy. I don’t think stream water is really an option for me at the moment.”

The man snapped his fingers, and with a stormy crackle, a bottle of saddle soap appeared in his hand. He handed it over to the Master with a little flourish of the wrist.

“OooOOoooo~ impressive!” The Master’s grin widened, catlike eyes dilating at the gift. “Maybe you are Mr. Helpful after all.” He left out another laugh as he took the bottle. It was only a few seconds before he went back to work on his coat, humming to himself. At last, the syrup had started to dissolve and the coat's sleek appearance was on the verge of renewal. “Perhaps I should keep you around.”

“Kayne.” the man said smoothly. “Mr. Kayne, if you would. And you?”

“Ahhh well..” The Master of Masters sighed, setting his coat to the side before getting to work on his pants, “that’s a bit of a tricky one. I’m not really one to hand it out for personal reasons. However..” the angel glanced back up at Kayne, “those who know me typically refer to me as the Master of Masters… or just The Master for short if that’s too much of a mouthful.”

“The Master?” Kayne said with a bit of chuckle. “Alright, Maestro. How’d ya end up in this… spot of trouble, anyway?”

“Maestro huh?” The Master asked fondly. “Can’t say that I’m opposed to it.” Setting his pants aside to dry, he next went on to his boots as he continued, “butttt to answer your question, I came to this place to visit my son that I hadn’t seen in quite some time. And well… wasn’t aware of the showrunner’s whole deal.” He waved his hand vaguely. “Turns out that my son wasn’t even around when I get here and she decided to use me as her little torture toy.”

Kayne made a pained sound, and shook his head. “Honestly, that is so rude! I’m here because I asked one of my followers to send me through– unfortunately, this place is rather closed off, and I didn’t exactly realize that when I sent Arthur through, and– oh, enough about me. Did you know that her revival is flawed? Tested it out, even! All it took was one little human sacrifice offered up to her, and she took the bait. Poor fellow ended up without a mouth. It’s honestly funny how incompetent she is.”

“Ooooo yikes-“ The Master gave a dramatic wince. “You know, she should really test those things out beforehand. Dealing with unexpected anomalies can be a real pain, as I’m sure you know.” Sighing, he stretched up and looked over to his companion. He had finished up with his cleaning and all that there was left to do was relax. “Anyhowww- not like I can die anyway so there’s no need for me to worry. Though- I am curious about you. You seem to be kinda a popular guy.”

“Oh, the– well, I haven’t got any inside this place.” Kayne said with a huff, gesturing to the general entirety of the forcefield. “But yes, quite a number of cults in my name! Or, well– not Kayne. That’s an alias. But dedicated to me, yeah.”

“Now that explains a lot! Seems like you have an impressive resumé there, hmmm??” The Master leaned towards him, elbows resting on his bare legs. “Color me intrigued.”

Kayne grinned sharply. “Now, I’m not gonna just tell you all of my everything because you’ve got a pretty face, Maestro. That’d just be irresponsible!”

He leaned in a bit closer, and dropped his voice to a lower tone.

“But then again… I’ve never been the most responsible entity around.”

Laughter escaped the Master's mouth. Surprisingly it seemed rather genuine. “Oh do I know that feeling. Unfortunately, my life doesn’t always allow for much wiggle room. You know how it is playing the long game and what not. It can be annoyingly restrictive at times, but hey, what has to be done has to be done.”

Kayne nods easily. “Fair enough. Well, then– not all of my everything– don’t want to do too much, y’know– but I’m a bit of a… malevolent entity. Considered a god, by many. Which is why I can look upon your lovely, maddening form!”

“Should have known.” The master closed his eyes, nodding softly. “This damn forcefield is messing up with all my powers and senses. Usually I would have been able to tell if someone like you was around from miles away. Oh well…” opening his eyes once more, he locked them into contact with Kanye’s, “malevolent though? That’s a rather human way of looking at it, don’t you think? For instance-“ he stood up with a flourish and took a step next to him and paced around him much like a hawk circling its prey, “many would call my motives unforgivable- heinous even- an affront against the gods itself- although in the end it’s all work and sacrifice to achieve the greatest end!” Suddenly he came to a stop beside him once more, looking down to him with eyes half lidded, “all that matters is if you believe in the means to the end that you want.”

Kayne blinked, looking up at the Master. He straightened up his posture, though he still remained seated, and squinted at the Master’s facial eyes. The– the main eyes. The ones that go in the eye sockets.

“Means to an end.” he muttered smoothly. “Now, I– I agree with you on that one, Maestro, but I’m talking about the… y’know. Killing.”

He held his hands, palms up, and made a little jazzy motion as he showed off the blood.

“I know I’m malevolent. It’s half of my point. But I don’t let that keep me down! I don’t need to be some sort of protagonist, or villain, or mentor. I’m just here for the fun! Or, well. Normally am.”

“It’s not like my hands are clean either.” The master let a gentle hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “After all- countless are dead because of my actions- children to be more precise. But I’m not here to air my baggage. All it comes down to is that sometimes there are actions that need taken.” He gave another squeeze and let his hand drop to a sigh. He then took a seat next to him. “It’s good to know that you’re having fun with it though. Only you get to dictate your life,,, well.., fate plays a bit in it but it’s really us that cause our own fates.”

Kayne touches his hand to the spot where he was touched almost with… surprise. He looks over at the Master.

“You’re not like me, dear.” he mumbles, though it is a smooth, intentional sort of speaking still. “You have a reason, a goal, a purpose. You’re not just fucking about. I cause my own fate, I am my own fate. I–”

He sighs.

“Actions that need taken.” he mutters. “That’s… I know exactly what you mean, there. Have to set up the right pins for the end to fall how you want it to.”

He smiles sharply.

“You know, it’s honestly a nice bit of fresh air, talking to you. Having someone else who gets the kind of work we do. Better than most other company I’ve had– I haven’t found anyone else who’s powerful enough to do anything significant who also takes the same sort of interest in humans as you. It’s… they’re cool, right? Little suckers.”

“They do fall into place pretty easily if you adjust their emotions just right I’ll give you that.” The master hummed softly in thought before speaking up again. “Definitely an interesting species. So much can be accomplished in such a short lifetime… though sometimes it isn’t always enough to get through with our goals. Sometimes there are adjustments that need to be made.”

“Oh, of course!” Kayne says, lighting up eagerly. “It’s amazing how much trouble one of my little guys has managed to get into. Nearly died so much! They’re so fragile, poor things. Had to help him out a bit to make sure he stayed up.”

“Awhhh poor things indeed” the master laughed,all sense of pity missing. “And they’re so self important too. The lengths they’ll go to do something that means so little in the universe. Poor misguided souls. They’re like a spiral of ants that chase each other in a circle desperate to reach a destination that they’ll never get to until they inevitably expire.” He cocked his head, looking over to him, “it’s a wonder how their species has even made it this far.”

Kayne nodded, smiling at the Master easily. He reached his hand over and rested it on the small of the Master’s back, as he continued in a softer voice.

“You get it. You get it, you understand them the way that I do! So many of the other gods I know they– they just don’t care, they don’t get the appeal! But you– you see that there’s something remarkable about all of them, that they’re fun, that they’re something you can change and shape. They’re– they can be interesting! And it’s so easy to make em interesting, you just have to throw in a few interesting pieces and they’re like fish on a hook!”

“And they’re an easy catch to reel in…” the master paused. “Usually. They can, of course, be finicky. Those are the ones you have to watch out for.” Leaning into the tough, the eyes on his face closed as a rumble escaped from his chest. “There’s always someone out there that thinks they can change their own fate and mess you up. They’re real pests.”

Kayne smiled and began rubbing a small circle into the Master’s back gently.

“Annoying. Endearing, sometimes– mostly annoying.”

Kayne let out a content sort of sigh and let his eyes close.

The purr emitting from the master only intensified. Geez, when was the last time he had done that? Embarrassing. Ugh. Oh well. This felt nice. “Endearing… yes I suppose they can be at times. Though it's a rarity… I only have a spot for one of them in my life at a time.”

“Oh, understandable.” Kayne said, leaning into the Master’s feathery body. He made a small sort of delighted noise as he felt the soft down of the Master’s chest.

The blue on the Master’s face only darkened. This wouldn’t have been an issue with his coat. The feeling of vulnerability was surreal to him but he tried to push it aside. Gradually, he left himself melt into it and rested a hand against his back. “So-“ he cocked his head, “do you normally take things so fast with gorgeous entities you meet in the woods?”

“Don’t normally meet anything as gorgeous as you.” Kayne murmured, smiling sleepily as he nuzzled into the Master a bit. “But I don’t typically take things slow in general.”

“I should consider myself lucky then.” The Master yawned, letting himself relax into the touch. His extra eyes remained locked onto the man nuzzled into him. “It’s not every day when I land myself in these situations either.”

“Then I suppose,” Kayne said, looking up at the Master’s face and smiling. “We should count this as a lovely stroke of fate.”

He chuckled a little at the word ‘fate’, as if it was a punchline all on its own.

“Sometimes it has pleasant little surprises alone the way.” Absentmindedly, the Master cupped his face and ran a thumb across it. “Who knows- maybe this could be fun for us.”

Kayne grinned, a brought a hand up to touch the Master’s chin, staining it with a bit of blood as he gripped it lightly.

“Oh, very fun indeed.”

#white boy lore #kaymom

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amymone · 9 months

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Galatea rolled a ball of clay between her palms, warming it. It felt good in her hands. After a moment she opened her hands like a book, staring at the perfectly round ball of clay inside. She pushed a thumb into the center, leaving a print, then crushed the whole thing in one hand and began to work it again.

She liked working with clay, she thought. She came from a family of sculptors, after all. And she was the family sculpture.

The studio was empty, the house quiet. It was eerie, she thought. Normally her daughter could be heard making some kind of chaos- picking a fight with a bird, challenging someone to a footrace, running full speed into walls just because- but her daughter wasn't here anymore. And she wouldn't be here. Not ever again.

A tear slipped down Galatea's face and off her chin, landing on the pillar of ivory she was sitting on. She wasn't sure why she'd let her go. There wasn't anything wrong with home, but she'd felt some… tug. And an uneasy feeling. And she'd let her go.

She squeezed the ball of clay and stared at it and it forced its way through the spaces in between her fingers.

But no matter. It was approaching dinner, and her husband was sure to be hungry.

She went into the kitchen, ladling some soup into a bowl she'd made and walking into his bedroom with it. She didn't want him to need to leave his room, not after what a day it had been.

She handed him the bowl, smiling. "Here, honey!"

Pygmalion didn't smile back. Her heart sank slightly, she hated it when he was unhappy with her.

He said, "Galatea."

"Honey?"

"Where is [CHILD NAME EXCLUDED]?"

'No. ' said a voice somewhere inside. How odd.

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Stranger and stranger.

"Galatea. Answer me."

She opened her mouth, ready to respond, but the words caught in her throat.

' No!'

Why couldn't she-

"Galatea!"

"I'm trying! " She exclaimed desperately- then stumbled back as the bowl of hot soup was thrown at (and shattered on) her face. The wounds stung with the salt of the broth.

"You killed her!" Pygmalion loomed large over his wife, staring up at him from the ground where she'd fallen.

She tried to protest and found, again, she couldn't . Tears came to her eyes, and she shrunk back, raising a hand to shield herself-

" Get out! " He shouted, and she scrambled to her feet, nearly tripping and falling and she hurried out the door. The sun was setting fast on the horizon, a sight she couldn't stop to marvel at as she fled. Get out , he'd said. Get out.

Galatea got out, disappearing into the treeline.

It seemed like hours before she finally made it to the other side of the woods.

In the distance loomed a large and imposing… something . And on the other side, a sort of cabin. Blood running down her face, feet aching, scalp still tender from the scalding liquid, she thought whoever was in the cabin may be able to help.

She trudged through the slightly overgrown field, climbing over a few tree trunks that seemed to have been thrown, leaving deep gouges in the ground.

She knocked on the door of the cabin, and a sea-green eye appeared in the slot in the door.

It opened. Oh, he was a son of Lord Poseidon for sure- the dark hair, the green eyes- he even smelled faintly of sea salt. She dipped her head.

"Another one?" came a voice from within the cabin.

"Shit, she's all beat up-"

Galatea felt her cheeks heat up in shame as she was ushered into the cabin.

"What happened?"

' No!'

"I-" she managed, "I had to run, I was told to get out-"

"It's okay-" said the son of the sea god, "You're safe here. We'll protect you from them."

She nodded, feeling her shoulders relax, " Thank you." It was so good to know that she was safe here. Safe from whoever they were.

A blonde boy she thought may be a child of Persephone gently pulled a shard of pottery out of her cheek. He laid his hand on her face and glowed- literally glowed .

Healed.

" Thank you," She said.

"Don't mention it." Said the blonde boy.

"What's your name?" asked the son of the sea, "If you remember it."

"Galatea. Where- where am I?"

"Galatea." His brow furrowed. "I'm Percy. Welcome to the Cabin."

#white boy lore #white boy fanfiction

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lemonprick · 4 months

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it’s like the artful dodger (2023) was MADE for tumblr. thomas brodie-sangster and flowy bloody sleeves. delightfully gory victorian surgery. period romance that is way hotter than it should be. period costuming that is FOR ONCE not referred to as ‘stifling’ or ‘torture’ by the spunky lady lead (this one’s for the historical dress community). anti-authoritarian. crime shenaniganry. young upstart tempted to their old ways. banger guy-ritchie-sherlock-holmes -2009-esque soundtrack. lovely lighting direction. what more could you possibly want.

#the artful dodger #course there is something to be said about an underdog narrative set in colonial australia centring around a white british boy #and characters like hetty and red and tim having such potential for new stories #BUT! it being a continuation of the dickens lore AND a miniseries absolutely means they can’t fit everything

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demigod-of-the-agni · 5 months

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A little special something for something even more special. Hint: it's about love and fears and birthdays and new beginnings

(@/marvel hire me <3)

#pavitr prabhakar #spider man india #atsv pavitr #across the spiderverse #sandman #spider man fanart #comic #artoftheagni #mythic mumbattan au #inspired by the cover for spider man family business #it's so dynamic and for what!!#WOOOOOO anyway just gotta do some final editing on the birthday fic and then WE'RE HERE..... MMAU IS REAL..........#im so excited you guys. the amount of lore and stories and fun things i'm going to shower you with..... unreal #giving my baby boy what he needs (trauma pain suffering and a power up and a birthday party!!)#kalaripayattu pose is the horse stance. if you want to know #why can't i write FASTER GRR #anyway i believe in ghungroo supremacy. moon knight with his “i wear white so the bad guys see me” well-#-pavitr's schtick is that he sounds like christmas when he approaches. get scared #new fic incoming in a few days.....

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honeybeeffdrawshere · 8 months

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He runs the kitchen in hq, which is about as stressful as you'd expect.

#spidersona #atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #digital art #my art #oc #original character #csp #clip studio paint #character design #spider-gourmand #i do have a spidersona thats like an actual persona but ive redesigned them like 30 times n they still dont feel right #but gourmand? perfect man.#some Lore:#I imagine that a lot of tasks are automated but humans are still needed to supervise plan prep etc #defends the kitchen staff with his life whether theyre a volunteer or a regular #bc some spiders are assholes. other spiders are white boys who make the same jokes #about food they dont understand and it drives rene up a wall #he finds the multiverse very fascinating food-wise. for as much he complains about the job hes never turned #down a request from a spider for a dish specific to their home dimension #he believes strongly in the need to help yourself before you can help other people #which is why he gets absolutely pissed whenever spiders skip meals #what the fuck do you mean youll use your lunch break for another mission? who told you that? siddown.

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spectra-bear · 2 years

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Trainwreckshipping my beloved (derogatory)

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razzafrazzle · 11 months

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LITTLE FREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[image description: a reference image for an original character named eris popov. eris is a thin, pale-skinned person with a red buzzcut and black demon horns and a tail. she also has sharp teeth, blank white eyes, and a goopy teal tongue with a piercing in it. she is wearing a dark spiked collar with a transgender-symbol pendant, a white crop top with teal sleeves and a mesh shirt underneath, red armwarmers, teal cutoff shorts, a red belt with a belt chain, mismatched socks, red legwarmers, and black and teal boots. she is also carrying a yellow baseball bat with the trans flag painted on it. next to her are blurbs stating that her pronouns are she/xe/it/neos, that she's 34, and that she's a gay chaosgender trans man. end id]

#white boy jumpscare!#i wanted to add a lore blurb but i also wanted to hand-write this so i decided against it #besides i draw eris constantly you guys already know its deal by now #the guy of ALL tie #doc talks #my art #my characters #eyestrain

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ultimateplaylistmaker · 5 months

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BASED. Finally someone actually acknowledging Tenko`s sexism and making her overcome it instead of unfunny jokes or ignoring it.

Making unfunny jokes? Lame

Ignoring it? BORING

Having Tenko run a primarily woman's shelter during the literal apocalypse which forces her to see actual genuine families that she in her heart cannot bare to turn away when she has resources to help, forcing her to interact with guys more then she had before and getting to observe them be good people trying to help their mothers and sisters. When clearly troubled by how this is changing her world views a nice older trans lady sees this young teenager trying to help everyone but clearly having gender essentialist views correctly blames her guardian for her teaching her those views then goes over to help/adopt her, slowly working through it and kindly correcting her when she messes up or says something bigoted and while Tenko's progress is slow and she still makes mistakes, a lot of them, its clear she's trying and she's growing and she'll get there one day and you just cant help but be proud of her while Tenko learns to be more then just what her master wanted for her and learns who she is outside this role she was molded into causing her to question herself in ways she never was allowed to before? BASED AS HELL

#my tenko has a very long journey that ends with a very poignant moment where she switches her label from lesbian to sapphic #giving her a sense of nuance and fluidity she felt lacked before in her old label that felt more assigned to her then naturally picked #this is of course not demonizing people who do identify as lesbians kirumi is right there being gay as hell there are several lesbians here #but for TENKO SPECIFICALLY the change is a sign of fluidity and growth learning that things arent always black and white and unbending #i think its really boring to insist tenko has to be a gold star lesbian #i think shes more interesting if she gets a chance to explore her attraction at her own pace even if that means actually giving boys a shot #and if she comes away still unattracted but now more solid that her attraction is just who she is and not who she is made to be thats good #and if she comes away thinking maybe she could theoretically like boys thats fine too! she deserves the chance to find out on her own terms #not her masters terms of isolating her and only exposing her to the worst for some god forsaken reason she deserves to explore herself #gender and sexuality is so much more fun in fanon when you realize its like water to splash around in #ever changing and very stimmy!#ndrv3 #uh oh this got long #anon chaos #my dr lore #tenko chabashira

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white-boy-bracket · 1 year

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Important links:

Drawing box (for fan art, bribes)

Lore: (fanfictions considered White Boy Canon. to be included in the lore, post your fic to ao3 under the fandom tag: "White boy bracket - tumblr", and tag me!)

Lore is in the timeline!!

timeline:

(Timeline is a work in progress, updated as we go, summary is also updated)

Lore development can be found in the tag #white boy lore

Showie Guesses: Guess who showie! correct layer two guesses get entrance to the discord if you want

#white boy lore

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macbeth-murder-match · 1 year

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is this tournament only going to start once the white boy bracket has finished its lore, or will it happen concurrently?

Once white boy bracket has finished it's lore. This is a direct sequel. Wbb ends and white white boys are set free, but-gasp! What's this? Annabeth and a few others wake up in a new place! A new bracket! Who would do this? Who DID this? Is it still Showie? Is it... Someone else?

#asks #white boy lore #macbeth murder lore

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bestfictionaldivorce · 1 year

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Contemplation

(Fanfic for @white-boy-bracket)

Michael Afton gazed at his gloved hands. He used the thick white gloves and a bear mask to cover the fact that he wasn’ quite,,, alive. He’d “died” months ago, when Circus Baby had tricked him into entering the scooping room, where she’d scooped him. And then,,, well,,, turns out that Baby and the other animatronics had become an amalgam and they wore Michael’s scooped body like a skinsuit. He’d only recently gotten control over his body back, and the moment Ennard had left his body, the Showrunner picked him up and dropped him into,,, this,,, Death match.

Michael wasn’t sure why the Showrunner had picked him in particular, since he was no longer a white boy. Ever since he’d been scooped, his skin had turned a shade of purple. His best guess was that the Showrunner had simply thought he fit because he used to have pale skin. Although there were two cats here, so honestly, who knew what the Showrunner was thinking.

Some of the other boys had asked Michael why he wore the mask and gloves. His reaction had mostly been “I’m shy.”. This wasn’t a TOTAL lie. But it did leave out a lot. He did want to be honest with someone, but he didn’t know anyone, and he was too nervous to try and make any friends. Most people had found a friend(or rival) already, and Michael didn’t want to intrude. There was that team of the two kids and the cat, and the Showrunner seemed to favor them; there was Stanley and his friend, who’s name Michael had either never learned or forgotten.

Michael shook his head. He shouldn’t get too caught up in wondering about things. If he did he might miss something important and die. Again. Although,,, maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad. No, he shouldn’t think like that. He took the mask off and stared into a broken mirror at his weary, purple face. “Michael?” asked a voice behind him.

(I don't have a person in mind to be the person behind Michael so if anyone else wants they can explain who it is)

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masterxofxmasters · 6 months

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Showie and Xigbar meet baby riri

(Note: this takes place before Kayne and Showie’s friendship)

Technically, they were supposed to be preparing for Xigbar and Showie to come over. However, here the Master was, curled up yet again with Riri and Kayne fast asleep next to him- but this time they were on the couch. Yes, he had made mention of their invitation but neither of them had really done anything about it. He supposed that was on himself as well. But could he be blamed? With a family like this, it was difficult to pry himself away from soft cozy moments like this one… even with the impending company.

Still- they had to be at least a little bit more awake.

Groggily, the Master poked at his boyfriend’s head. “Hey. Sleepyhead.”

Kayne blinked his eyes open slowly, and then grinned at the Master. He yawned.

“Hey, sweetie.”

“Sleep well? Any interesting dreams?”

He hmmed slightly, tapping his chin.

“Well, I do think I was in a ocean for the majority of it. Swimming. And then I was grabbing all of these… these parts, that made up my laptop, and I kept assembling it? But also it was definitely broken beyond repair. I could see a hole through it from the back! But from the front, it still worked fine. And I could bend the screen? But it didn’t break. Non-euclidean nonsense. And then I surfaced, and took my laptop down to the pier, and a whale ate it. So. That was kind of disappointing. Then I fished until I woke up.”

“Huh- well that was rude of the whale.” the Master stretched, several of his joints popping. Ah. Much better. “Oh- by the way. I think the kiddos should be on their way. Just wanted to give you both a heads up.”

“You wanna deal with them first this time? I think I ‘unsettled’ them.” Kayne snorted, slumping down further in a relaxed manner– he really did act like a snake.

“Mmm well now that they know where we are, Xigbar’s probably just going to teleport up here anyway.” The Master reached out to stroke some of Riris feathers. To his delight, they made a tiny chirping noise. “We’ll probably have to both deal with them at once. Though I am curious-“ he shot a teasing grin at Kayne, “since when did you become so worried about unsettling anyone?”

“...he’s your son, honey. I don’t want him to be… that scared of me. Genuinely. It just… it feels like something that would end up biting me in the ass later.”

“Maybe a little but I also think you give him not enough credit. He did grow up with me after all. No doubt he’ll warm up to you. Just give him some time, love. After all- it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy fucking with people and shedding some blood either.”

“Hmmmmmm” Kayne said, blowing a raspberry at the end. “Alright, then. He’ll have to take me as I am.”

“That’s the spirit!” The Master cupped his face. “Honestly, I can see you both getting along very well some day.”

Speak of the devil. The air around an empty space in the room went hazy for a split second before Xigbar and Showie appeared.

"Hey, dad-"

“THERE HE IS!” the Master finger gunned at his son. “Right on cue!”

"Aww, were you two talking shit?" his face broke out in a crooked grin.

“Awh can’t I talk about my little sunny boy?”

"Dude-!" Xigbar glanced between the Master and Showie, eyebrows raised in a silent expression of 'what the HELL'.

“Hey now!” The Master got up and placed a hand on his shoulder, “I’m not just a dude. I’m your dad!”

“Yeah, kiddo. Respect your father!” Kayne piped up.

"I'll respect him when he isn't embarrassing me in front of Showie."

“Showie doesn’t mind!” The Master gestured to her. “Hi Showie, by the way!”

She dipped head, her voice warm, if a bit nervous, "Hello. And- yes- I- Don't be embarrassed, I find it endearing."

“See! You get it!” The Master chirped.

“But annnnnyway-“ the angel turned to Riri- well- Kayne holding Riri. “We all know the real reason why you’re here.”

Kayne showed them the baby, proudly raising them up, while still keeping a firm hold on them.

“Aren’t they lovely?”

Showie put a hand on her chest (she was holding a little gift bag), and she cooed, "Awww."

"Oh…" At once, all the mischief drained from Xigbar's expression. "So… They're so little. Tiny, tiny- A whole person-"

Riri blinked their eyes open sleepily lifting their head in confusion at the sudden loss of being cuddled as well as the new voices. They let out a tired squeak.

“Awhhh sorry sweetie did we interrupt your nap?” The Master softly apologized, reaching out and gently stroking their cheek. “It’s so exhausting being so little all the time, I know.”

Kayne gave her a kiss on the head. “Ya think I should go put her into bed?”

The Master gave a hum “Hmmm we could but let’s give them a few more minutes to see if they want to wake up a bit more.”

Kayne nodded, and held her closer.

"... I adore her. I love this baby." Xigbar crouched down in front of the couch to see their little face better. After a beat, he turned his head to look up at the Master. "Hey, what's it with you and havin' kids that at the very least have one eye covered?"

“Dunno really” The Master gave a shrug, leaning against him. “Though it’s pretty common for baby angels to have part of their face covered.”

Showie tilted her head under her hood.

Riri yawned cutely and nuzzled themself into Kayne’s arms.

“Oh, you’re happy, aren’t cha?”

They chirped in response, little purrs rumbling from their chest.

“Seems like that’s a yes.” The Master chuckled.

"Man… They're definitely the cuter sibling." Xigbar said.

A quiet laugh came from under Showie's hood.

Kayne smiled, ruffling their feathers, and moved closer so everyone could see her.

“Would anyone like to hold her?”

"Can… can I?" Xigbar's voice was surprisingly timid and quiet.

“Yes,” Kayne said, cheerfully. “That’s why I asked. Alright, now you pick her up…”

"Uh… How do I…?" He looked nervous. "Never, uh. Never held a baby."

The Master blinked, “really? Just look at how Kaynes holding them. Just support Their head and their body. ”

Kayne nodded. “Hold their head, and their bum. And don’t drop them!”

"Okay…" He gently took Riri into his arms. After a few moments of silence, he managed to get out a barely whispered "Hello."

Riri chirped quietly.

After a moment, Showie suddenly held out the gift bag she was holding to the Master. "I- I finished the things."

The Master gasped softly, taking the bag. “Oh yes! I remember you mentioning that you were working on something!”

"Yes, it's- well-" She gestured for him to open it.

In the bag was a quilted blanket, some kind of… triangular bag, and what looked like a rattle (brightly painted and, apparently, hand carved).

Beneath his hood, his eyes eyes widened as he sat down and gently took out the gifts, placing them before him on the coffee table. They were all handmade for sure… fuck how much time did she put into these wonderful things. The sack… (that he supposed was some sort of infant snuggie?) was even crocheted with floppy little rabbit ears on the hood.

He didn’t even notice the tears rolling from his face and down onto his lap. He was truly touched. What was he even supposed to say? ‘Thank you’ didn't seem like it would suffice.

"I-" She began, "All of those, I made, though-" She hesitated, "the- the rattle, it- it used to be Paph and Arme's, when they were babies-"

“Oh my gods.” Kayne said suddenly. “You’re… giving something– that’s an heirloom! From… ancient greece! That’s… so kind!”

More tears welled up in the Master’s eyes as he picked up the rattle. “Are- are you sure we can have this?” He asked softly.

"O-of course," She said, "It- it's good to have, like, a tangible connection."

He nodded, still unsure of what to say. “I- thank you so much. Really… these are precious.”

She dipped her head, "Of course."

More tears fell. “Really I’m… I’m so touched.”

"I-it… truly, I-... I'm glad I was able to do this."

“Your gift is much appreciated!” Kayne said brightly.

The Master nodded again in agreement, far too emotional to really say anything else at the moment in fear of flat out sobbing. Instead he took the quilted blanket and held it Xigbar, offering for him to wrap Caritas up in it.

It took Xigbar a second to notice, he could barely tear his eye off of the tiny baby he was holding. When he did finally look up, he shifted Caritas (very, very gently- probably used his powers to make it even easier on them) onto one arm so he could take the blanket. The way he wrapped them up was almost like how someone would purrito a cat, but it worked.

Showie's hands sort of flexed before she withdrew them into her cloak.

“Oh, she’s soo sweet.” Kayne cooed.

The Master nodded, watching his kids with notably watery eyes.

Riri snuggled deeper into her blanket with a little yawn, her stubby arms stretching out before coming back into her little burrito.

"... Sorry dad, never letting go of this baby- they're too little and I adore them too much."

“Ahh. Well” The Master sniffled, straightening himself out, “you’ll have to eventually but right now I’m just glad that the two of you are bonding.”

"I've only known Riri for 10 minutes, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself." He was reciting a meme, but Xigbar sounded dead serious.

“Xigbar, nothing is going to happen to our sweet little angel. You don’t gotta worry– she’s got two very good dads.” Kayne said.

"And older brother." For a moment, his expression turned intense, unreadable, then softened again.

“Yes, and you.” Kayne said, his voice seeming quite content.

“And you.” The Master said softly.

Xigbar didn't say anything after that, instead just cradling Riri a bit closer to himself. The little angel just smiled and nuzzled into him, extremely comfy and cozy.

Looking at the family- his family before him, the old angel began to feel the tears finally break from their dams, streaking softly down his cheeks.

Kayne reached an arm over to squeeze the Master’s arm, as Riri gave a little, content, meep.

"Just a baby," Xigbar whispered.

This felt perfect- no. This was perfect. The master had a family. An actual family. He had his son back. A wonderful baby Riri. Showie. Kayne. He could never recall such domesticity in his long life. It was a precious thing that he would guard with whatever power he held. Something he would protect until all the universes and worlds crumbled beneath the weight of infinity.

He would never leave again.

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