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labrxnth · 10 months

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Prison Break- Part 2 (Leon Kennedy x Reader series)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

CW: Death Island spoilers (obviously), suicidal thoughts/tendencies

WC: 1858

Summary: You and your field partner Leon continue your search for Doctor Antonio Taylor on Alcatraz

A/N: Sorry This was late, I had a busy schedule and major writer’s block

The first thing you noticed about the harbor is that it smelled like salt. Saltiness and almost a tackiness filled the air as you looked out of the rolled down window. Your hand traced circles on the car seat absentmindedly as you watched the boats and people the car was speeding past.

“What’re you thinking?” Leon asked, his hand drifting dangerously close to yours. When he got to an inch away, he stopped, his hand giving a deadly space between the two. If you were paying full attention, it would’ve made you upset, but for some reason this mission really wasn’t sitting right with you.

Call it survivor’s gut or intuition, but this mission was sitting funky in your stomach.

You took a deep breath and turned your head to face your partner. “I don’t like this… Maria being involved with Taylor means that someone like Arias wants a robotics engineer,” You answered and shifted a bit in your seat.

“I don’t like it either,” Leon replied. The two of you were always good at having each other’s back and making the other one feel validated. That was your whole friendship, being the person that each other needed.

You were the person Leon needed after, well, everything he had gone through. Raccoon City, Project Javier, Los Illuminados and Simmons were hard for him to shoulder alone. His life felt like a dark and foggy hallway, a trail of blood and cynicism following him. But in the midst of everything, you were a light. You were with him through everything for the past few years, carrying a candle filled with your aura that scared off the darkness and the fog in his hallway.

You were the one person who hadn’t run away or died, and he’d like to keep it that way.

He was the one person he hadn’t run away or died, and you would like to keep it that way.

Leon S. Kennedy was an enigma to you when you first started working for the D.S.O. under recommendation from Hunnigan. Through the past few years of working together, the two of you started out as drinking buddies then quickly became actual friends. It was over for you when you looked into his eyes and saw who he truly was for the first time. The mission in New York, the summit, the look on Leon’s face were all seared into your mind. His blue eyes tossing your heart just like a human thrown overboard into a vast ocean.

But you were convinced the look he gave you that night was just for your façade; the role the two of you played. If you never spoke life into your feelings, he never had to reject you.

“You’re doing it again,” Leon’s voice cut through your memories; bringing you back to the streets of San Francisco and dragging you away from the dinner party in New York.

“Huh?” You asked, blinking a few times, trying to adjust to the setting Sun in your eyes.

“Getting lost in that big head of yours,” He replied and chuckled lightly. “You do that more lately…. Ever since that mission in NYC.” His eyes looked at you, almost as if searching for an answer for an unasked question.

“I’ve just been thinking about things,” You said, trying to pass it off as nothing.

“Thinking about…..?” Leon asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Life stuff… like if fighting half dead people and gross science experiments is gonna be the rest of my life,” you said, making an excuse. You didn’t like to lie to Leon, but this one thing you made an exception for. And it was true, sometimes you did think about how your life has taken a turn after college.

Leon hummed in response, looking out his own window. The autumnal setting sun reflected in his eyes and hair, making his irises shine like diamonds and his hair shining a dirty blonde in the rays. When the sun hit him, it was a reminder of who he was, the dirty blonde hair and full blue eyes that he had that night in Raccoon City. He thought that Rookie Cop died that day, but maybe all he needed was a constant sun in his life; someone who brought his hope back.

“Don’t start thinking about that stuff, it’ll drag you down,” he warned. “Trust me.” His voice had an edge to it that you had only heard a few times before. The edge that reflected a tinge of sadness, but resilience.

The car stopped at the dock, you and Leon getting out of the Uber and taking in your surroundings. To the public, the only way to get to Alcatraz was a ferry tour, but luckily the two of you could call in a few favors and pull a few strings.

“Follow me, the boat should be at the Marina.” Leon said. He walked in front of you, making his way towards the docks. With no other option, you walked with him, trying not to look at how his blue shirt hugged his biceps a little too well.

The two of you quickly made your way towards a boat with a big branded D.S.O. logo on it.

“Couldn’t have been more covert?” You asked flatly.

“Gotta warn them before we blow their shit up,” Leon said, half joking. He got in the boat, slinging his duffle bag off his shoulder and putting it on a seat. You climbed on after him and looked around the small speed boat.

“You sure this thing has ballistics?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s American, it can blow something up as long as you try hard enough,” He replied with his shit-eating grin. You chuckled in reply and got into the seat next to him, giving him the chance to drive for once. Leon noticed you not fighting for the wheel and he took the opportunity to start the boat and pull out of the Marina.

“So, (Y/n),” He said, putting the boat in drive and starting to steer to Alcatraz. “I’ve been thinking…” He added.

“That’s never a good thing,” You said snarkily and chuckled a bit.

“Very funny,” Leon said and rolled his eyes.

“But for real, what’s up?” You asked and looked at him. He was really focusing on what to say with how much his eyebrows were knitted and the lines next to his eyes were visible.

“It’s bad timing… we can talk about it later,” he said and looked at you, smiling.

You shrugged, thinking nothing of it. The sun setting over the bay was beautiful, it being the only thing that could peel your attention away from Leon. Your eyes tracked the sun, squinting slightly at how bright it was, but smiling at how the waves reflected the red and orange haze it was.

You went to say something to Leon and saw the same look in his face that you’d only seen once before. Amidst fancy clothes, cocktails, and fake friendships, was Leon’s face having the same look as he did now.

It was gone when he realized your eyes had met his. In a blink of an eye, he was back to his normal, scanning the area with a neutral facial expression.

Leon parked the boat at the back of the island and the two of you put on your combat gear: vests, harnesses, etc. once you two were ready to go, you were getting out of the boat and heading towards a tunnel opening.

“Munitions tunnel, should get us in,” You said and nodded towards it. Leon nodded in response and followed you into the tunnel. Eventually, the tunnel opened up to sewers, you two finally being able to fully stand up.

You turned to Leon to say something when you heard a loud BANG! The two of you locked eyes and your handguns were both drawn, aimed towards the other end of the sewers where the explosion came from.

After walking forwards a bit, the sewer split two ways, one to your left and one ahead. The sewers were set up on a block system, like a city.

“I’ll go forward, you go left,” Leon said and turned his ear com on. You nodded, copying his movements and doing the same.

The two of you gave each other a nod and separated hesitantly. Whenever the two of you separated, things never went well. Understandably, it was a necessity, but it still never went well.

You turned your flashlight on and walked to the left, then down the hallway. The light illuminated the tunnel and the sinking feeling you had gotten earlier hadn’t gone away. With Leon gone, it got more prominent.

Your boots hit the cobblestone, echoing with each footstep. Looking around, you were finding absolutely nothing. Out of the corner of your eye, the flash light reflected off of something metallic. You turned towards where the shimmer had come from and found an indented doorknob.

Silently, your hand opened the door and you slipped through it, closing it just as quietly as you opened it. Overhead lights turned on and revealed you to be in a hallway. Holding your gun up, supported by your flash light, you kept on forward.

The door at the other end of the hallway was open, revealing a more open hallway. As you walked, a small electronic buzz hit your ears as you saw one of the security cameras move.

“(Y/n), (L/n) how interesting,” A voice over the PA system said. You swiveled around, your gun up, staying silent.

A sharp pain hit the back of your neck and your hand shot to where the pain was coming from, feeling nothing unusual. Your eyelids fluttered shut as the world went dark and your knees buckled, sending your body falling towards the floor.

“At least you’ll bring me Leon Kennedy.” The voice added.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

Leon marched on forward, trying to keep his head in the mission. Usually, he was good at compartmentalizing and having a one track mind for the mission. That was, until you became his partner; even now, he was worried about how you were faring.

He knew you could handle yourself, but still he worried about you. He didn’t want you getting hurt, or worse, like everyone else in his life.

Leon heard the sound of boots hitting the cobblestone path in front of him and held his gun up, ready to shoot. He rounded the corner and the barrel of his gun got grabbed, sending him into a sprawl. Him and the other person he was fighting with were both trying not to wind up in the sewer water, dangerously close to their feet.

After a few seconds of exchanges, Leon recognized the familiar brown color of hair he was fighting. His eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and he took in the bigger picture, seeing an all too familiar face. The two of them backed off of each other and took the other in.

“Well, if it isn’t Jill Valentine.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

Catch it early on my A03!

#resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil fanfiction

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forasecondtherewedwon · 3 years

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If You’re a Robot and You Know It, Clap Your Hands

Fandom: Loki Characters: Sylvie, Ravonna, B-15, Mobius Rating: G Word Count: 1774

Summary: Sylvie faces off against Ravonna while Mobius hangs out in post-prune purgatory with... himself?

“You’re more stoic than he was,” Ravonna noted, nodding at the empty air between them where Loki had lately stood.

Why the taunting, Sylvie wondered. Who was there left for Ravonna to impress? Her subordinates were all dead or unconscious, Loki was gone, the animatronic lizards who were not in fact ruling rigidly over time sat slumped in their seats. There was only Sylvie. Even when she had been a child, thin arm in the grip of a stone-faced woman in black armour like the shell of a beetle, Sylvie had not felt so alone with Ravonna as she did in this moment. It made her very angry. She would much rather have been alone with herself.

“How do you know how stoic Loki looked?” Sylvie spat. “You pruned him in the back!”

Ravonna tilted her head, glowing baton still raised.

“I don’t mean in the face of his own erasure from existence, I mean watching someone he cared about disappear.”

Sylvie’s expression had been hard—more than once, to get by, she’d imagined herself protected by that beetle armour from her childhood, closing her vulnerable parts away behind a scowl—but it slackened slightly in confusion.

“Agent Mobius,” Ravonna explained impatiently. There was a twitch of her eyelid that Sylvie caught and homed in on.

“They were friends,” she said slowly. Then, she stared hard into the Judge’s eyes. “You were friends. You and Mobius. You killed him?”

“I didn’t! I—”

“You had someone else do it?” Sylvie narrowed her eyes scornfully.

With an irritated groan, Ravonna lunged for her, but Sylvie hopped backwards over the head of the fake Time Keeper. She looked down and Ravonna followed her gaze, distracted from her attack by the sight of rubbery faux-flesh and protruding, crackling wires.

“And this?” Sylvie asked quietly, trying not to spook the woman with the weapon. “Did you have a hand in this deception? I never sensed it in you.”

Ravonna scoffed and looked away from the head on the floor.

“You were a child.”

“I was a Loki,” Sylvie snapped back.

Saying that name—the name she’d rejected but never forgotten, the name that had also been his—jolted her into action once more. She wedged the toe of her boot beneath the Time Keeper’s decapitated head and flipped it up, striking Ravonna in the stomach. The Judge folded forward and defensively swept the baton in a wide arc. Sylvie stepped out of the weapon’s path, not anticipating the way Ravonna swung her arm quickly back to hit her with the non-pruning end of the rod; she hadn’t been a Hunter in who knew how long, but she clearly hadn’t lost her skill with the tools of the trade.

The blunt end thudded into Sylvie’s ribs.

She was knocked back, but when Ravonna advanced, Sylvie’s hand shot up to grab the baton, hauling the Judge forward. Unbalanced, Ravonna was no challenge to send sprawling at the foot of the stairs leading up to the Time Keepers’ dais. She landed awkwardly. Sylvie breathed hard as she wrenched the baton completely free of Ravonna’s hold and went to retrieve her sword as well.

As she then moved to assess B-15, who was rising shakily to her knees, Sylvie never put her back to Ravonna. Pruned in the back. What a Loki death.

“You alright?” she asked B-15 softly.

The Hunter grunted and allowed Sylvie to support her into standing.

“Better if I knew where to go from here.”

“Let me worry about that,” Sylvie said.

Ravonna struggled to her own feet and Sylvie held the baton at arm’s length between them, keeping the Judge at a distance while B-15 opened the door behind them.

“Ah ah ah,” Sylvie warned archly, chin and eyebrows raised in impish caution. “You stay here and play with your robots.”

“This is temporary,” Ravonna said as Sylvie edged back through the open door.

Sylvie performed her signature cocked head and smirk.

“Isn’t everything?”

The second they were out of the Time Keepers’ chamber, B-15 slammed the doors and leaned into them, as if Ravonna would imminently begin trying to break them down from the inside. Which Sylvie supposed she might. She really almost admired Ravonna—or would have if the Judge hadn’t ruined her entire life.

She stared at the door handles, then at each of the weapons she held in her hands. Sword or baton, sword or baton? With a deep breath, Sylvie jammed the blade of her sword through the handles to bar the door, electing to keep the baton close. Though it was a less familiar weapon, she was nothing if not highly adaptable. Besides, touching the glowing end of the rod to a person was certainly more efficient than dispatching them with a blade. She wasn’t sure how many TVA workers they would encounter before they were out of here. This place and this time. Keeping the baton was the right choice.

She stole a last glance at the sword. Another little piece of herself left behind.

At the sound of reinforcements headed towards them, she and B-15 hurried away from the chamber.

“She used to be a Hunter,” B-15 said, shaking her head as they strode down the corridor, “like me.”

“I suppose she might have been like you at some point,” Sylvie said. She was interpreting the words a little differently. “I wonder when she stopped.”

“Do you?”

“Not really. I can trust you but not her.” Sylvie shrugged as she walked. “That’s about all I need to know.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I have to.”

“Same for me. Though I can’t say my faith in allies hasn’t been shaken recently,” B-15 said sarcastically. “The Time Keepers aren’t real, Ravonna’s been helping to cover up the truth, and I wasn’t even created here! I probably had to go through that degrading process of having my clothes zapped off!”

“Probably. I didn’t think you’d want to see that as a prioritized memory,” Sylvie said, half-apologetic. While they’d stood in the torrential rain outside Roxxcart, she’d allowed a highlight reel of memories to flash through the Hunter’s mind.

“You know, I always found it kind of strange that one of the few tests we run in this department is to judge whether or not someone is secretly a robot. I guess whoever designed the Time Keepers got paranoid.”

“Whoever that person is, paranoia is the least of their worries.”

“True,” B-15 agreed as she produced a TemPad. “Now, they’re going to have to deal with us.”

“If they’re still out there somewhere and not dead like Loki and Mobius,” Sylvie said bitterly. She flipped the TemPad open and programmed their destination.

“Maybe they aren’t dead. We’ve been misled about everything else. Maybe everyone who’s ever been pruned just ends up someplace… else.”

“It’s no place I’ve ever been.”

“Yet,” B-15 said.

The Time Door appeared before them. Pounding footsteps raced against Sylvie’s accelerating heartbeat as she prepared to step through and leave this place behind. They had to go now, her and her one ally. She couldn’t get above one ally these days. It was better than none.

“Yet,” Sylvie agreed.

—

Meanwhile in Jet Ski Land…

“That’s why I always felt such an affinity for that Earth actor,” Mobius said. “I am Owen Wilson. Or was.”

He dug his bare toes deeper into the slightly rocky beach and watched the slow wash of trash along the shore. It was almost nice here, but not quite. Not a place to stay. Everything inside him had already been screaming that. A lifelong (in this life, anyway) bureaucrat, he’d never felt such restlessness.

“Am… was… what does it matter?” the man next to him asked rhetorically.

He was also Mobius. No, Mobius was him. No, that wasn’t right, they were both Owen Wilson. Variants of him. But this man had shaggy blond hair where Mobius had been grey for as long as he could remember. Also, he appeared to be the only Owen Wilson in sight who had a mustache and he was a little proud of that. Probably stupidly, but it was helping him hold on to his sense of identity in the presence of so many hims.

They were on the beach around him, sitting in the dunes behind him, swimming in the water in front of him. One of the Owens was freaking parasailing through the air up above while another Owen drove the boat that towed him.

“How long have you guys been here?” Mobius asked in awe.

“You know, it’s hard to say,” Owen said, folding his arms thoughtfully. “It’s tough to figure out exactly how time flows here. A little like what you were describing, with your experience at the TVA.”

“Have you gotten to know everybody?”

“Oh yeah, they’re good guys. And all of us Owens are naturally social.”

“What about that one?” Mobius asked, pointing. He could hear the raw admiration in his own voice as the geriatric Owen he’d indicated revved his jet ski, bouncing over the low swells of the turquoise water.

“One of our actors. He was in the middle of filming a movie in Indonesia before he ended up here. Played an international, jet ski-riding spy in sort of a buddy comedy. Eighty-three years old and still a star.”

“What? That sounds incredible! What the heck happened?”

“Well,” Owen told him with a grimace, “the tsunami of 2051.”

“Right,” Mobius said, recalling the list of 21st-century apocalyptic events he and Loki had so recently sifted through together.

“He wasn’t supposed to survive the wave. The film crew had tethered him to the jet ski for safety while they were shooting and, as far as Owen can guess, that should’ve been enough to kill him. That’s what the TVA was counting on. They had to bring him in when he didn’t drown.”

“What a story though! That old Owen is one tough nut!”

“I know!” Owen gushed proudly.

Mobius shook his head in amazement, scanning the water. His gaze landed on something he couldn’t immediately understand.

“And what’s that?” he asked.

“That’s jet-ski Owen.”

“I thought the old guy was jet-ski Owen.”

“Nah, that one’s Owen on a jet ski. This one’s Owen as a jet ski.”

The riderless craft surged across the water until the speed had its front end lifting high off the surface. With a glorious final burst, it escaped the water entirely, executing a barrel roll in midair before touching down once more.

Mobius felt the praise leave his own lips and heard it echoed up and down the beach by all other versions of Owen Wilson in attendance: “Wow.”

#my writing #Loki #Loki spoilers #Ravonna Lexus Renslayer #Ravonna Renslayer #Sylvie #Hunter B-15 #Agent Mobius #Mobius M. Mobius

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theradioghost · 5 years

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some recs for my podcast mutuals who are burnt out on horror & sad plot stuff

aka I’ve been seeing a few flavors of people exhausted by several of the most popular podcasts around here being pretty dark right now & I have attempted to put together a tasting menu of some stuff I think might help alleviate that burnout (& which also deserves some more love)

1. I'm okay with stuff that’s still on the dark or macabre side, I'd just like something that isn’t 100% characters I care about suffering horribly all the time, maybe some laughs in there

The Beef and Dairy Network: Like a seriously disturbing body horror podcast, except British satirical comedy! About cows! You kind of have to listen to it to get what’s going on tbqh it’s nearly impossible to explain but if you like horror and are just tired of being depressed about it maybe try this one. NOT for the easily nauseated.

Wooden Overcoats: black comedy sitcom about two rival funeral homes on a small island, one run by The Most Perfect Man On Earth (tm) and the other run by two misanthropic twins with a knack for disaster (and their hypercompetent assistant (and a mouse who wants to be an author)). this one is about watching the protagonist suffer horribly all the time but like, this time it’s usually a lot funnier and honestly he deserves it

Death by Dying: (so far very short) dark comedy about the resident obituary writer of idyllic Crestfall, Idaho, who sets out to tell the stories of how the town’s residents died and ends up uncovering a lot of other things, like conspiracies, and man-eating cats, and a poet’s vanishing childhood home, and what his friend the Angel of Death isn’t telling him about what’s in the dark woods. has very strong ASOUE or Pushing Daisies vibes, that sort of dark whimsy and really distinct narrative voice

Arden: “true crime” comedy-ish mystery podcast feat. two of the best bickering hosts anywhere and a whole third host called homoerotic tension, trying to solve a decade-old Hollywood mystery. secretly a shakespeare adaptation. one of the hosts is michelle agresti. an airline run by killer robots is involved, somehow. it’s a perfect storm

2. I’m good with some plot and higher stakes, but I need something more kind and hopeful right now:

Middle:Below: 10-minute episodes about a man who travels between the worlds of the living and the dead to solve the problems of restless ghosts, and the three friends he does it with -- a ghost, a cat, and a writer. their tagline is “remember: bad things will happen.” this is basically a lie, this show is extremely sweet

Alba Salix: high fantasy medical workplace comedy about hospital staff in a fairytale-ish kingdom, namely one grouchy witch, one distracted fairy, and one extremely disgruntled teenager sentenced to community service. also comes with the miniseries The Axe And Crown, which is about a gay troll bartender, his clueless landlord, and his bombastic niece, and also is one of the most heartfelt touching pieces of audio fiction I’ve ever heard?

Dark Ages: also a high fantasy workplace comedy, but in this one the dysfunctional cast work at a magical natural history museum, which thanks to recent events is now hosting the mythical Dark Lord on top of all the usual problems caused by their complete incompetency.

Solutions to Problems: a sci-fi relationship advice show feat. human host Janet and alien host Loaf. also feat. banter, illegal time travel, what to do when the AI that controls the air you breathe is your on-again-off-again girlfriend, and how to avoid your many spouses when they insist you need to come back to the homeworld and spend some time with your spawn.

Victoriocity: steampunk buddy-comedy mystery show, in which misanthropic detective Archibald Fleet (aka Tom Crowley but he’s grouchy this time) and intrepid newbie journalist Clara Entwhistle (aka an absolute ray of sunshine) uncover some Secret Plots within the government of a very different victorian london. if you like the “opposing personalities come to care deeply about one another as friends” trope this one is for you

Inn Between: not an actual play, but a show about the developing relationships of a party of RPG-esque adventurers as they rest at the inn between campaigns. you don’t see the adventures, just the crew growing closer and learning about one another in their moments of peace.

The Strange Case of Starship Iris: sci-fi adventure about a stranded biologist and a ragtag crew of smugglers who set out to resist an authoritarian government, solve a mystery, and prevent a second human-alien war. as far as I can tell their plan for accomplishing this is to be as funny, gay, and adorable as possible, and to dismantle oppressive systems via the power of found family tropes. also via the power of linguistics.

3. just give me the fluffiest, funniest, sweetest, most relaxed, lowest-stakes thing you have:

Everything is Alive: meditative, deeply touching show where Guy From Public Radio holds interviews with inanimate objects. the interviews are super genuine and beautiful and I think they’re improvised, or at least they sound very natural? for people who want to be profoundly moved by a can of generic brand cola (you may not know but you are one of those people)

Standard Docking Procedure: a self-described “hopepunk” scifi sitcom about a group of employees on a space station, dealing with the little daily misadventures of difficult tourists, traffic control disasters, nonexistent love lives, and each other. Has an explicitly stated purpose of staying happy, lighthearted, and comforting.

Love and Luck: tied for absolute most heartwarming audio drama in existence. the story of the relationship between two Australian men, told through voicemail messages, as they fall in love, start a cafe, build a supportive and loving local queer community of close-knit friends and chosen family who help one another through thick and thin, and also find out that they can do magic apparently (IMPORTANT NOTE: there are some darker events and themes tackled in the plot starting around the latter half of the first season, but the focus of the story itself is always on how people support and help one another through trauma and difficulty, and the explicitly stated core premise of the show is that every character will have a happy ending and be okay.)

Quid Pro Euro: Look Around You-esque satire of old 80s and 90s instructional tapes where Felix Trench tells you what the European Union will look like in the far-off year of 2000. I don’t know anything about the European Union but I cackle like a witch when I listen to this

The Cryptonaturalist: I know you’ve seen his tweets. well it’s that but a podcast. just a man with an extremely nice voice talking about fantastical creatures like salamanders that swim through parking lot asphalt or foxes that roam the shelves of libraries at night. in between he reads poetry and generally talks about nature in the most beautiful way you could imagine. this show feels like a peaceful walk in the woods.

The Hidden Almanac: a podcast made 90% out of gentle fantasy worldbuilding, as a somewhat grumpy man in a plague doctor mask tells you about the history of his world and distributes gardening advice. has an immense archive of four-minute long episodes. it’s best to listen in order, because there is continuity, and be aware that about the first year or so has dropped off most feeds. written and performed by much-loved fantasy writer and artist Ursula Vernon and her husband Kevin.

Startripper!!: the other forerunner for most heartwarming audio drama in existence. seriously, you cannot imagine how much joy Startripper!! will bring into your life. it’s just the travelogue of one little alien with a heart full of enthusiasm and love setting out to see the universe and making friends along the way with just about everyone he meets, including his extremely loveable spaceship AI. I really mean it. listen to this show if you listen to nothing else.

Cabin Pressure: BBC radio workplace comedy about the dysfunctional crew of the world’s smallest airline. not only utterly hilarious but will tug on your heartstrings more than you could possibly imagine (this does not look at first like a found family story but it so very much is). warning for bendytoots cucumberpatch but like, in the one and only valid role he’s ever played. you definitely cannot find this show by searching its name on the Internet Archive.

#HEY DO YOURSELVES A SELF CARE! LISTEN TO SOME THINGS THAT ARE NICE! I LOVE YOU #bobbie recommends things #my posts #podcast recs

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thanksjro · 4 years

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More Than Meets the Eye #3- Robots in the Vents, Because It’s Not a Roberts Story if It Doesn’t Happen at Least Once

So, the duobots are having a hell of a day.

Shock, our resident obligate belly-sleeper and newly-single robot, laments the passing of his buddy, leaves a vial of innermost energon by his body- a practice that will be expanded upon later- then covers up any and all traces of their having worked with Prowl. These are the inside guys Prowl called after he flipped that table in issue #1.

As Shock tracks down the tracer Ore was supposed to be planting instead of being eaten by the quantum drive, he comes across that sparkeater that got mentioned last issue.

That is his brain.

Then he explodes.

Which brings us to the scene we left in issue #2. Sparkeater on board the Lost Light, which is full of sparks that probably would prefer not to get eaten.

Holy shit Cosmos is huge. I don’t remember him being that goddamn big.

Rodimus thinks that this whole sparkeater thing is really neat, and he’s happy to be a part of it, but he’s not so thrilled about the prospect of subjecting the others to this event, so he orders everyone to find a friend and go to their rooms until he and his select few sort this whole thing out. He doesn’t tell them about the sparkeater, because that’s some scary bullshit to throw out there less than a day into the trip.

Everyone files out, Swerve having forgotten about Tailgate, who’s having a minor wardrobe malfunction. Since he doesn’t have legs at present, he calls out to the one other guy he knows on the Lost Light.

Tailgate really knows how to pick ‘em.

Over with the dead body, everyone stands what is probably unadvisedly close to the scene of the crime and Ratchet performs a quick and dirty autopsy. The boys discuss the validity of Red Alert’s theory that this was caused by a sparkeater, with the mention of Rewind’s grainy footage making the creature seem like the Cybertronian equivalent of a cryptid. Probably less Fresno nightcrawler and more chupacabra. Ratchet tries to get everyone to focus for two goddamn seconds, when Trailbreaker picks up Shock’s brain module, knocking everyone right back off track again with the discussion of Rossum’s Trinity, the idea that the spark, brain module, and transformation cog are all interconnected, and damage to one can cause the others to shut down.

Ratchet’s had just about enough of this lot, but he gets through his examination.

This is the issue Alex Milne started drawing the insignias in himself as opposed to the previous practice of IDW having them put in in post.

Rodimus, however, wants to show off his new toys as it were, and asks Chromedome to take a gander. Chromedome wearily obliges, having Ratchet pop the brain back in Shock’s head so he can do his thing. Every other person on this fucking ship is a doctor, you see, and Chromedome is no exception- he’s a mnemosurgeon.

(Yes, my spellcheck DOES lose its mind every time I type that.)

Chromedome takes his terrifying pointy hands, jams them into the eye sockets of this corpse, and gets a brainfull of Shock’s final moments.

This is such a cool panel, and I went and ruined it for myself by realizing the upper left portion shouldn’t be visible, seeing as the brain is already outside Shock’s head, without any sort of cord connecting it to his body.

Back upstairs, folks are moving into their rooms for the surprise lockdown. Cyclonus is being a pal and is carrying Tailgate, because I’m pretty sure the little guy is just about the only person who’s talked to him in a non-hostile fashion in the last couple of months, and that really gets old after a while.

Those legs sure are something, Hoist. Is it just, like, a rule that a certain percentage of Transformers designs have to be at least somewhat unintentionally horny?

The two find a room, and then Cyclonus remembers that he’s not supposed to show things like empathy until later in the series, and drops Tailgate on the floor unceremoniously.

Meanwhile, over with Skids and Swerve, the pair’s found something truly wonderful- a fully-stocked bar. Swerve’s always wanted to run a bar, and this just might be his chance to chase his dreams.

Swerve is the punching bag for MTMTE, in case you couldn’t tell.

While Swerve is not-so-subtly crying for help, Skids is busy enacting another Roberts writing-staple- the robot in the vents. See, Skids has hit his bad boy phase; he doesn’t play by your daddy’s rules, so he’s gonna sneak out and do generally whatever pleases him, because he’s got a big honkin’ chunk of memories that just aren’t there anymore. Apparently that’s all he needs to go AWOL.

As Skids lifts himself up into the ceiling to fulfill his destiny as a vent-pest, he asks Swerve if he listens to music, which is met with a negatory. Odd, given his later characterization, but maybe he’s more into contemporary works.

The ass poking worked! Swerve is now the proud owner of one whole entire friend!

Back with the corpse crew, Chromedome’s finished his assessment of the body, and agrees that there’s a sparkeater amongst them. This is a huge fucking problem, to put it lightly, both in the sense of actual, physical danger, and the metaphysical space of the Lost Light itself.

Are we sure this thing didn’t just see this ship full of over 200 war veterans and say “that’s some good eatin’ right there” and snuck on board? Because if I were a horrific monster that was drawn to pain and emotional trauma, I’d absolutely consider the Lost Light a gold mine.

As Chromedome lays his head in Rewind’s lap, the others weigh their options. Sparkeaters go after the brightest sparks, then work their way down, so this thing is probably on the move as they speak. The thing’s eaten recently, the sparks haven’t completely digested, and that means they can’t just shoot it, because then it’ll explode, and we’ve had enough of that for one day.

Rodimus has everyone else go to hunt the thing down, while he and Drift hang out here in the basement. When Ultra Magnus questions this plan of attack, he’s brushed off, though Rodimus appears to imply that he thinks he’s got the brightest spark on the ship. Probably all that Matrix nonsense he went through.

Back upstairs, Animus gets shot with the irony gun and gets his soul vored.

This is what happens when you tell lies, kids. Your lemon-lime flavored soul gets eaten by the mecha-Krampus.

Whirl, who had locked the door to the habsuite, which is why Animus was out in the hall to begin with, realizes that something seriously messed up is happening, and does what he knows best, i.e. shooting first and asking questions probably never.

Good thing Trailbreaker is there to keep Whirl from exploding the entire ship, employing the help of his forcefield ability to contain the barrage.

In the resulting chaos, the sparkeater escapes, having triangulated its next meal, and it’s not Rodimus.

It’s this dweeb.

You can tell he’s in his office, because he’s got a landscape painting in there. Landscape paintings are pretty much the only decor allowed in doctors’ offices, I’m pretty sure it’s, like, a law or something.

Luckily, Rung decided to get threatened by a space-cryptid directly under a vent, so Skids can save his skinny little butt. Good job, Skids. Proud of you.

Back with Tailgate and Cyclonus, little dude’s just finished explaining his whole deal. He’s still trying to figure out what the hell happened during his dirt nap, so Cyclonus tries his best to fill him in on the several million year war. Keep in mind, Cyclonus wasn’t exactly there either, so his whole explanation probably isn’t the best. He wonders out loud which side Tailgate would have gravitated towards, had he been around for the massive mess the Autobots and Decepticons made.

Meanwhile, back in the GODDAMNED DUCTWORK, Rung and Skids are crawling as fast as they can to escape the sparkeater, though they can’t be that worried about it, seeing as Rung answers a phone call on his weird body-harness phone setup. Rodimus tells the two of them to head for the engine room, so that the sparkeater follows them down. Rung doesn’t seem too thrilled about this plan, but what’s he gonna do, argue with a potential space-pope?

Skids punches through a vent into the elevator shaft, then uses his grappling hook- which I want to say is never seen again after this issue- to lower them down in one of the most well-known crotch shots in the entire comic series.

Iconic.

They land on top of the elevator, and Skids yells at Brainstorm to punch the "E for Engine Room” button. The sparkeater bursts in through the ceiling, and Skids and Rung book it out of there, leaving Brainstorm to his inevitable demise.

Or not.

Rung and Skids have made it to the engine room, so now it’s time for the next portion of Rodimus’ plan, which is really only a small tweaking of what Rung was doing earlier- instead of being a moving target, he’ll be playing the role of stationary bait, as Rodimus holds him like a fucking crucifix made out of people, urging the sparkeater to come take a bite.

Up on the bridge, Perceptor gets ready to kick on the quantum engine, as per his captain’s request. Sure hope this plan works, because if they lose Rung, I don’t think they’ll ever find another therapist, thanks to the apparent ratio of 1:1/3 of the entire population of Cybertron.

The sparkeater lunges, Rodimus throws Rung off to the side, and he and the beast wrestle, Crocodile Dundee style. Perceptor initializes the jump, and, because they’re in the danger zone for the quantum engine, they get sucked in.

Rung seems a little miffed, but I’d say this is a win for Team Rodimus, even if those arms of his are toast. It’s cool though, he can get new ones.

Smashcut to Rodimus and his sick new arms, as he finishes explaining just what the hell happened to Magnus. Magnus isn’t quite as jazzed about the whole “used our therapist as a worm on a hook” thing as one would think, surprisingly, but Rodimus isn’t in the mood for a lecture. Off in the background, Tailgate’s getting his butt fixed, curtesy of Ratchet. Tailgate’s talking up a storm, regardless of Ratchet’s rather cool reception to the chatter.

Tailgate did some thinking while everyone was locked in their rooms, and he’s made a decision, based on his limited understanding of the Autobot/Decepticon war.

I guess Cyclonus forgot to mention the fact that there isn’t a single Decepticon on this ship for a reason.

#transformers #jro #mtmte #liars A-to-D #issue 3 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

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popculturebuffet · 4 years

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OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes!: You’re Everybody’s Sidekick Review

OK KO was easily one of the best animated series of the 2010′s and i’ll stand by those words. The brainchild of Ian Jones Quartlery, voice of Wallow in Bravest Warriors and more importantly former head writer for Steven Universe, and current longtime romantic partner of that series creator Rebecca Sugar. That part isn’t AS important, but I still find it sweet. Anyways OK KO was the story of K.O., a 6-11, not my own laziness for once but the show’s own way of doing age, year old boy who wants to be the best like no one ever was. In this case i’ts being a hero in a world that’s basically like if someone took the marvel universe and smashed a retro game collection and a pile of manga on top of it and then blended up the result and shot it full of gamma rays. Full of heroes of all kinds ranging from those fighitng crime to those who just want to loiter outside strip malls or cut hair. To achieve this goal KO gets a job at Gar’s Bodega, the combination of your average bodega (for those unfamiliar with the term, i’ts a convience store) and a video game item shop, so the slurpee machine is right next to the power ups and ninja stars, and everything from skateboard polish to Spread Guns is avaliable. The bodega is owned by Mr.Gar, a mustachiosed muscle man whose basically a shoutier mexican version of MIke Haggar but with shades and a mustache. So a somehow better version of him, though with him being busy watching over the plaza itself, doing secret hero missions and what not the day to day operations are left to two teens: Rad, a muscle bound dude bro alien with telekenisis and a secret heart of gold and Enid, a cynical, slacker ninja whose also bilogically a witch because her parents are a vampire and a werewolf. So the series follows these three as they run the boedega, grow as people and fight the robots that frequently attack the plaza sent by the evil Lord Boxman who hates the place literally because it’s there and it’s existance annoys him. This is the canon explination and it is utterly hilarious. The series was funny, had great character work, decent ongoing stories, great jokes and a fun tone that could go from meaningful and well thorught ot utterly batshit from episode to episode and was sadly canceled after 3 seasons because Cartoon Network is kinda stupid right now and dosen’t know how to handle a superhero show that still makes action a priority, but it did get a solid ending, a slew of great crossovers and a decent amount of representation under i’ts belt. WHich brings us to today and the start of RED ACTION WEEK: A week dedicated to the series most prominent gay character and the bisexual ninja witch who loves her. I’m covering all 5 of Red’s more prominent apperances... I was just going to do the red/enid episodes but decided this was a better introduction to the series itself, as well as the fact it allows her character arc to better tie together by her final episode, which directly uses this one as a major plot point. I also threw Plaza Prom in there since, even if she’s only a supporting character, it’s still one of her few major apperances, is part of her final major episode, is one of my faviorites, and the climactic dance fights is one of the most intentionally homoerotic fight scenes i’ve seen in some time. With all that out of the way, let’s do this after the cut.

We start at Gar’s Bodega, just after the opening two parter, with KO starting his first day of work, part of the reason this episode is a fairly smooth introduction into the show. Not even in the door he accidently shoryukyn’s joe cuppa, a stand up comedian with a cup of coffee in the big time for a head... I told you anything goes and I meants it. After that accident, we find Enid at the counter, ignoring the customers before shooing them away and when KO asks for work, plays along with his enthusasim and tells him to clean the store.. which he does in minutes, before being told to sort the penny dish, and while he does the two discuss KO’s love of helping people: KO just genuinely thinks that’s part of his job, the right thing to do and feels good while Enid.. dosen’t feel it’s worth the effort and people are just generally ungreatful and not worth it. I really like this scene for showing off their character dynamic beautifully: It starts showing that while at this stage Enid is largely an asshole, she does care about K.O. and while he’s cleaning, despite usually turning customers away, still let’s Ginger, an elderly patron and one of KO’s mom’s dojo customers, not only check out but pay in freaking pennies. It shows that try as she might, Enid really isn’t a cyncial or heartlesss as she claims. It’s also nice setup for later in the season as, and as i’m sure Ian Jones Quartlery and crew were preparing for, we later DO see why Enid hates people so much: her best friend, possibly more, Elodie, who i’ll certainly be covering eventually, betrayed her for a spot at Point Prep, basically UHA or Xavier’s for this world and claimed their friendship was just a ploy (It wasn’t, but again, story for another time), while her one date with Rad went terribly due to him acting like a huge jackass at the advice of his even bigger jackasses of friends. It’s easy to see why she stopped carring: When she opened up in the past it only lead to her being hurt and alone. K.O.... is the opposite. He genuinely belivies in everyone and tries to help them because, as said above, it’s just what he does and what he belivies a hero should be... he hasn’t been hurt or influenced by assholes like his friends, and thus is able to get them to open up. It’s a wonderful dynamic and I love it. And naturally, KO is determined to help Enid see the light, with Enid responding with the wonderful line “You’ll never melt my icy heart”... give him a few more episodes Enid, give him a few more episodes. So K.O. Decides to set out helping people, shouting about it to enid back at the store as he does because he’s 6-11 and kids in that age range are many things, but subtle is not one of them. He starts with Geoff and Nick Army, a monk and gay duke nukem reflectivity who despite having polar oppositie personalities, are both a couple, as confirmed by the creative team and then the finale, and a crime fighting duo who are having a dispute over opening a pickle jar with the good old ultra violence or non violence, which KO solves by letting both do it once, which results in a pickle jar explosion, both men in their underwear and everyone happy, especially the shippers. KO continues his quest, going to Logical Cuts where we meet Mr.Logic, a robot who has a rather moving and well done backstory we’ll certainly get to, and is voice by James Urabanik, aka the voice of Rusty Venture on the venture bros, to my utter delight. And yes i’ll be covering the venture bros eventually, and might be this month. His customer, another one of KO’s mom’s regulars, is upset because her haircut isn’t right while Mr.Logic is upset, well as upset as a monotone robot can convey, that his usually 100% mathmatically perfect haircuts are off. KO pitches in and the new result is perfect, with both being greatful.

KO’s next stop on his good will help people crying for help tour, after the above bit of wonderful art shift as that version of ko moveds like a south park character for some reason. Anyways, it turns out best friends, co workers and the dante and randal of this show, i.e.two best friends working a dead end job who despite arguing a lot need each other, A Real Magical Skeleton, self explaintory and Greg, a bear, are having an argument because RMS is trying to do their job and frame a baseball for a guy while Greg is being a dickhead and playing the drums constantly. As you can probably wager, I do not like Greg, probably more than rusty, partly because a future episode has him making KO doubt his macaroni art gift for his mom so he can eat it, yes really,and partly because he’s less intresting than his buddy and yet the two are shipped frequently despite my honest assumption they’d kill each other.. much like if dante and randall finally banged. However if you do ship them, I have no hostility with you. Unlike say loudcest or shipping sam with lincoln over at the loud hosue, there's nothing wrong with RMS X Brandon, it’s just not for me. Anywho KO solves it in the hilarious and awesome manner of just putting Brandon inside one of those baseball cube things... it’s a shame he apparently gave him air holes but whatever. Proud of himself, K.O. plans to head back when he runs into the Ally Teens: Red Action, rude teen warrior from the future who just had a bad haircut, Drupe, a sentient strawberry because of course, and Greg, Drupe’s nonbinary best friend and combination of one of the bone cousins and Woodstock. K.O. offers to help and , with the trio being huge steaming bowls of elephant piss at this point, they instead trick him into waiting in a lava flow and then have drupe whip him every time the lava causes him to cartoonishily jump in the air. Yeah despite both Red Action and Drupe going on to having supporting roles, like our good pal tom, who I will get back to this month, there isn’t nearly as much wiggle room in their first apperance. With Tom Lucitor, he was a dick.. but you could make the case, even just off that ep that he genuinely dosen’t know HOW to be a good person or that what he’s doing is sketchy at best. Here, it’s fairly obvious the ally teens know setting a child on fire and using vine whip on him super effectively is wrong, that’s why their doing it. Red, being that special brand of asshole, posts it on social media. I mean posting a video of yourself hurting a child, that’s Tucker Carlson level’s of dickery right there. Stone cold. Enid sees it and is understandably concerned, and goes over to see if KO’s allright when he returns and is forced to explain to him that no they weren’t laughing with him, they were laughing at him and were just being dicks. Also he wasn’t in lava, it was magma. It was above ground.

K.O. glumly wonders why and Enid reitrates this kind of shit is why she dosen’t help people. K.O. also wonders how she saw it and we find out Enid is basically facebook stalking red action on her social media, as you do, and that Red’s been on a bit of a tear lately, smashing up shit and farting in Geoff’s face all because she got a bad haircut, with K.O. , likely going thorugh more of her posts, realizing theirs a pattern: When bad things happen to her she lashes out at others.. just like Enid. I do like the parallel there: Enid likely has a crush on her because the two are fairly similar.. but Enid runs cold and tens to be standoffish as a result of her past, while Red tens to take out her anger and frustration on everyone else and runs red hot. But they come together because opposities attract... it’s what noble laurite MC Scat Kat taaught us after all. K.O. however, having Steven Universe level’s of empahty and an equal sense of wanting to help, and just as few boundries as he had as a tween, decides that it’s clear the ally teens have underlying issues to adress and gets Enid help to look at their social media. Returning to the ally,and seemingly unphased by earlier, K.O. sets out helping them, starting by helping red get her haircut fixed by Mr. Logic. Red is adorably delighted. Moving on K.O. notes that Drupe basically just follows Red’s lead but has a fashion blog and clearly an identiy of her own and we soon learn she believes no one reads it. K.O. showed it to the not at all ambigiously gay duo and Geoff and Nick thank her> That’s two blushes and two wins in K.O.’s court. Finishing up, K.O. realizes Gregg stays quiet because they have low self esteem and feel they have nothing to be proud of. K.O. however found lots to be proud of and framed Gregg’s valdectorian certificate for him, again with some help from earlier. Instead of graditude red just calls him weird and leaves and KO slumps back depressed. I’ts a good lesson though: people DON’T change just because you did one weirdly kind thing for them. That takes time.. as we’ll see with Red and as we see with Drupe, who has less of an ons creen journey but is far nicer after her next apperance. While Enid is grossed out over having helped someone, Gregg comes in.. and after some great deranged animation thanks K.O. and Enid admits after some prodding that it does feel good to help, and K.O. is happy to have helped her int he process. The two playfully mess around as the episode ends. Final Thoughts: This was a really good one. Reaching back this far into the series, I didn’t think it’d would be nearly as good as it ended up: It serves both as a good proper introduction for a lot of the plaza regulars, a good setup for Enid’s character arc, and was also really funny with great animation. LIke Tom, I don’t think the creators knew exactly what they were going to do with the Alley Teens and thus take the two they end up focusing on in opposite directon: Red keeps her assholishness for her next apperance and grows from it, while Drupe’s drops off by the end of this season, likely due to her fashion blog taking off, but we’ll get into Red more in a review or so and Drupe more later this month.For now this episode was good and next up we have their next apperance in Plaza Prom. Until then, follow this blog for more reviews and nonsense, like and reblog it if you enjoyed this, hit me up with asks for review suggestions or comssions and until next time, later days!

#ok ko let's be heroes #you're everybody's sidekick #enid #red action #rednid #drupe #gregg #ko #geoff #nick army #mr.logic #ginger #lbgtq+#pride month #happy pride

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LASTLY but definitely not least ... daniel weaver ! my newest muse, like literally fresh out the oven .. i’m making this all up as we go fdjngdk so this will be the least organized and thorough intro, i ... am extremely sorry u have to read this...

overview

✎⌠idris elba. cismale. he/him⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only daniel weaver. though, around here they’re known as the recluse. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the forty-four year old detective kinda has a reputation of being controlling and abrasive. but y’know, they can be loyal and diligent too. typical scorpio. anyways, welcome home and stay safe weaver ! ❞

statistics

full name: daniel gilligan weaver.

nickname(s): none, literally even his full name he doesn’t like fnjsdfkn

date of birth: october 27th, 1976

hometown: boston, massachusetts.

gender identity: cis gender

preferred pronouns: he/him

sexual orientation: heterosexual

hogwarts house: gryffindor

aesthetic: leather watches, awkward silences, the smell of burnt coffee, late nights, tired eyes, forced smiles, a glass of scotch before five, wrinkled collars, crooked ties, the sound of classic jazz on a turntable

distinguishable characteristics: patron saint of Not Smiling

pinterest board: here

their song from the sigh no more album bc i love this album and it makes me Sad™: sigh no more

background: murder, ptsd tw

— i’m so sorry it’s 1 am and i literally had nothing prepared so this is just going to be a summary and everything else i’ll just ... make up as i go along O_O

— so daniel’s not a misty hollow local, he’s a city kid that grew up in boston ! and growing up, daniel’s family didn’t have a whole lot. he grew up as the oldest son, he has one older sister and then two younger siblings, a girl and a boy.

— so yeah, big family in an expensive city, money was tight. daniel’s parents were your regular, working class folks who had to pick up odd jobs here and there to make ends meet. but they made it work ! they were an overall pretty happy family !

— even as a child, daniel always stood up for others. whether it be him, eight years old at the school playground, witnessing another kid get pushed to the ground. or him at eighteen, seeing someone in his class getting bullied at school.

— your typical.. very honourable, golden-hearted type. was taught to always show compassion towards others and to give them the blanket off your back if needed.

— that’s why the decision to become a police office only seemed like the natural one ! so he did that, worked as a cop for a few years before eventually making his way up the ranks and earning his title as detective.

— he worked in the special victims unit ( because i love law & order ) and daniel was on his way to becoming a lieutenant until a particular case hit him hard.

— missing girl. reminded him a lot of his youngest sister and letting his emotions get the best of him, had made a promise to the parents that he would find her. daniel got really invested in the case, and when they found the girl’s body, dead and brutally murdered, it devastated him.

— he took a few months of absence at work before ultimately leaving. he picked everything up and accepted the first job offering out of boston that he could find. he moved to a random town in the middle of nowhere .. misty hollow, which brings us to now !

— daniel wanted a fresh start, to lay low and just .. leave all that behind him honestly. he feels like it’s his fault that the girl died and constantly wonders if he had just acted a little quicker.. he still gets nightmares from the case, and there’ll be little things that remind him of it and it just immediately brings him back. so he’s trying to move on from all that. but not properly cause what is emotional intelligence ? idk

personality

— a very closed off and private person. he’s curt and gets to the point, which can come across as rude sometimes.. put he just doesn’t have a lot of patience for dilly-dallying i guess gjdfnk

— very loyal and caring ! once you’ve demolished those stupid walls of his, literally has one of the biggest, softest hearts ever. will over-dedicate himself to people and things that he cares very deeply about. thank god he never got married.

— he knows that he has a tendency to overly-invest himself in others, which is why he often tries to keep others at a distance.

— erm can lean on being self-righteous... so yeah that can be pretty annoying. has this notion that like .. everything rests on his shoulders and is responsible for everyone.

— as jin perfectly summed up “ would die for you but won’t hug you ”

— jesus this is so basic and awful but... i am very sleepy and my brain is drawing a blank right now. hopefully !! you get the gist !! and i’ll be able to flesh him out some more through plotting <3

wanted connections

give this man some fucking friends please

the first person he met in misty hollow ? maybe they showed him around !

if anyone is from boston ... hellauw.. lets do smth with that

drinking buddies !! someone that ( when he’s had enough drinks ) opens up to !

younger muses ... listen.. he’ll be your dad / big bro figure. literally anyone under the age of 40 he sees as a kid that must be protected at all costs ( from their own stupidity, but that part he keeps to himself )

co-workers !!!

uhh i wanna say casual relationships but .. daniel’s not really inclined towards that, this would have to be like .. a one-off occurrence after some poor judgement and probably lots of alcohol

someone that just .. bugs the living crap out of him.. pls.. if ur muse is the complete opposite of daniel.. this wld be perfect

god this is difficult because the man is literally.. socially inept .. like might be a robot but ! i’m more than open to brainstorming. so please, feel free to throw anything my way !! and if we can’t figure something out between these two, we can just throw them at each other in a random thread and see what happens !!

#misty.intro #wow ... can u tell i wrote this one last .....#BUT do not be fooled by this shitty intro #im so excited to develop this mf

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Aura, the Shield and the Sword

Although Aura Storms hasn’t been around that long, she was given certain skills, gifts and wisdom that could fit into several centuries of living. Along with a sword engraved with Nordic and African runes and a dog that holds more to the visible eye, can Aura take any more challenges? Maybe say a soulmate who she thought was dead? Or maybe an entourage of heroes that are constantly in her way?

Chapter Three.

4:32 am. My watch reads. Today it matches the blue polka-dotted collar that adorns Brooklyn’s neck. Eternal fireflies in various jars littered all over my apartment, keep my companion and me out of the immense dark as it is still early.

That, and I forgot to pay the electric bill this time around.

I heave out a sigh, knowing that the peace that has caressed my household ever since we had that little spider invader will be interrupted soon enough. New wards put into place after realizing the simple rune I made was only limited to two years and has been occupied by myself and Brooklyn for five.

Looking over the medium-sized pot that I’m stirring, throwing in an herb every so often, I think of how much time the little widow has left.

I wonder how much her body has deteriorated.

After the fifth or so stir from the wooden spoon engraved with small runes passed down from my mother, I look to Brooklyn, knowing he has the final ingredient of the potion.

“Alright, do your thing,” I tell Brooklyn stepping away from the stove, putting the wooden spoon in the sink for later cleansing. “Not too much though. We don’t want her paralyzed. At least not yet”.

Brooklyn snorts and levels me with a look, before he turns to the pot, easily reaching it given his immense size. He is at least two times bigger than the average Great Dane.

I lean against the counter, rubbing the random sprigs of lavender from my fingers as I watch the thick drool mixed with venom drip from his mouth like honey into the pot.

Brooklyn insisted on an antidote for the pest. I scoff.

Her death is a just punishment for breaking and entering and snooping where she doesn’t belong.

Knowing my thoughts based on the look on my face, I receive a sharp bark along with a disapproving stare. I roll my eyes, watching him grab a tincture bottle from one of the open cabinets, walking over to me and shoving it into my hand.

“Alright alright. Fucking pushy ass demon”, I grumble, bottling up the mixture from the pot. Wiping off the excess that dripped down the sides, I set it aside to get dressed and ready for an encounter with a group of annoying ass “heroes”.

6:00 am. My black leather watch reads at me. Zipping up by shiny black leather boots, giving me an extra couple inches from my 5’7 frame, I march into the kitchen, downing a shot of vodka for courage and call Brooklyn over.

“Let’s get this shit over with.”

Pocketing the antidote and seeing Brooklyn patter over to my side, I transport us straight into the common room of Tony Stark’s building.

We make it to a solid fifteen seconds before the alarms start sounding and I’m being told by a machine to address myself and why I’m here.

“Security breach. Unauthorized personnel”. A woman’s voice echos through the common room. I smirk and saunter over to the windows, taking in the great view. The sunrise looking pretty damn beautiful from here. I admire the landscape for at least five minutes while feeling the movement through the air.

Still taking in the impressive view, I hear the sound of whirring and I know it’s from one of the Ironman robots pointing a shooter at me a couple of feet away, Tony Stark’s voice coming through the machine.

“The homeless shelter is on 3rd Ave Miss,” the shooter moving over to Brooklyn, my companion baring his teeth in his own warning. “Although I don’t think they allow dogs this size.”

I turn around, giving him a short laugh, making my way over to my big puppy who is still baring his teeth, waiting for the green light to tear the tin can to shreds.

“Oh silly me! And to think I wanted to give one of ya’ll a present.” I pretend to pout.

More noises come from the machine, the shooter being pointed at us glowing brighter, the heat reaching me. I grow annoyed and irritated.

“Why are you here?”, Tony finally asks me. The tone of his voice hardened, knowing our little talking game is over with.

I level him with a blank stare, my fingers slowly curling and air casting spells, noticing the Ironman suit slowly powering off and breaking apart to reveal Stark’s face, his eyes widening in shock and slight fear as I start stepping towards him still air casting, his suit revealing more of his body, essentially kicking him out of the suit.

Stopping in front of him and invading his space, I trail my small fingers across his face making him see the runes engraved into my skin. Feeling his uncomfortableness emitting from his pores, it makes me smile.

Keeping eye contact with the Stark, I take a small step back and open my other hand in front of him, revealing the small black gadget that was left in my home.

“I’ve come to return something of your teammates. Why don’t you be a doll and fetch her for me? I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to see me as I have a present for her as well.” I tell the man in front of me, recognition showing in his eyes of who I’m talking about as he takes in the item in my hand.

I watch the rich man gulp and open his mouth, “F.R.I.D.A.Y, wake up everyone. Urgent team meeting. Common room.” I give him a fake smile in response and turn away from him, returning back to the window seeing the sun rising up in the sky.

Brooklyn still has his teeth still bared, eyes intently tracking the stranger in front of him. Ears standing straight up.

7:32 am. Not needing a clock already knowing what time it is. I look around the common room, eyes locking with the woman who had enough balls to break into my apartment.

Her red hair looked lackluster, skin sallow and lips cracked. I smile, knowing the toxins from Brooklyn’s teeth were slowly eating away at her.

Serves her right.

Walking right up to her, not even acknowledging the rest of the “team”, I ask her in a firm voice, “What were you doing in my home?”

The neutral facial expression on her face impressed me, but also made me more irritated. Silence emitted from her. I turn around, stepping into the center of the room, standing in front of a white leather couch.

“You see, I know how you’re feeling right now. And I’m going to tell you that you will die unless you have the antidote,” Seeing a tiny telltale flash of fear through her eyes let me know I had her right where I wanted her.

“Now if you want to keep up with this act which is just gonna piss me off more, go right ahead. I’m sure your buddies here will miss the pussy you throw around am I right?” Her eyes narrowed in response.

“Who even are you?” A voice from my left asked. I side-eye him, taking in his person. Short brown hair, button nose, big biceps, knowing eyes. Must be the archer. I step to him, almost reaching his chin in height.

“Why don’t you ask the little spider?” I challenge him. Not engaging any further, I make my way to the bar, picking up a bottle of very expensive whiskey and call Brooklyn over.

“This is going nowhere and this pissing match is tiring,” Looking over everyone and landing on the redhead. “I don’t lose anything if you die. But they do.” And with that, I transported my dog and me back into my apartment.

I give Brooklyn a scratch behind the ear in thanks and make my way into the kitchen to taste my new handle of whiskey. The antidote chilling in my back pocket under my protection in case we get another visitor.

“Why didn’t you just tell her Nat? Do you really want to die!?” Clint asks, his voice almost hysterical. His concern going unnoticed by the rumbling of a quinjet returning.

He looks to Tony, who is sulking over the loss of his premium alcohol.

“Who is this chick?” He asks himself, walking over to his friend, wanting to help her back to her room. Her feet shuffle tiredly. Trying not to start crying, he focuses on getting Natasha back to bed without any issues.

Last time she fainted from the fatigue and was out for two whole days.

I’ll get you that antidote Nat, I promise.

Bringing in the last box of files and pictures, Sam wipes his dusty hands on his dark denim jeans, looking around the not so empty apartment he’s helping a friend move into. As he finishes wiping his hands, he slowly looks at his left still feeling the tingle flowing throughout.

It started after he shook hands with the cute curly-headed girl with the huge dog at the park a few weeks ago and it hasn’t stopped. If he looked close and hard enough he could swear he saw colors flowing through his hand as well.

He brought his hand up to his face to inspect it more closely and wondered if he was going crazy and seeing things that weren’t really there.

A huge hand placed on his shoulder brought him out of his inspecting of his hand. He looked over his shoulder into cerulean eyes and gave them a smile.

Sam turned towards his friend, accepting and returning the hug that was offered.

“Thank you for helping me, pal. I didn’t know who else to ask.” The deep voice filled with gratitude, made Sam feel wanted and appreciated.

“Not a problem Steve. You can pay me back by getting the food bill. I ordered us some Thai” He responded. Taking in the laugh his new friend gave him.

“Sure pal”.

#aura the shield and the sword #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #avengers #mcu #marvel #au #captain america #nastasha romanoff #clint barton #tony stark

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lamptracker · 5 years

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FIC: Counting Down the Days (part 1/?)

Here we go with part 1.

FIC: Counting Down the Days

Pairing: Peter Parker/Female Reader

Inspo: “Cancer” by My Chemical Romance

Summary: While visiting a children’s hospital as his alter ego Spider-Man, Peter meets a girl his age. She’s sweet, she’s smart, she’s funny… and she’s dying of cancer. When she laments the fact that she probably won’t get to live long enough to have the typical teenage experiences of prom and a boyfriend, Peter offers to fill those roles for her.

Warnings: Talk of death. The usual cursing (he is from Queens). Endgame spoiler.

Tagged: @flokidottir-imagines-br @babyplutoszx2 @musiclover1263 @judemoos @drxgxnslxyer @hollanderheart @thequeensardine @ive-got-some-lies-to-tell @captainbuckyy @xxtomxo @deleteidentity @yessterekthings @itsyaspacemom @upsidedownparker @starksparker

(if I tagged you and you don’t want to be let me know, k?)

“Mr. Spider-Man! Mr. Spider-Man!”

A boy, about five years of age, ran full-tilt down the hall at St. Mary’s Children’s Hospital; he only stopped when he ran smack-dab into a pair of blue and red legs.

“Oh!” Peter Parker, known to many as Spider-Man, looked down at the small boy hugging his calf.

Peter had recently decided to give back to the community he helped keep safe. His aunt May had suggested going to a children’s hospital in uniform, to help brighten the patients’ spirits. St. Mary’s was the closest, so he tried that one; he soon fell in love with the small patients there.

“Hey, DeMarcus! How’s it goin’, buddy?”

“Guess what, Mr. Spider-Man!” DeMarcus’s little brown eyes gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lighting. “The doctors say I’m all better! I have something called re...re... ugh, Mommy, what was that word?”

“Remission,” DeMarcus’s mom said, smiling widely.

“Yeah, that. But I get to go home, Mr. Spider-Man! Isn’t that awesome??”

Peter held out his gloved hand for a high-five, crouching down so he and DeMarcus were eye level. “That is so awesome, dude! I think that calls for a high-five.”

DeMarcus giggled as he returned the high-five. “I’m going to miss you, Mr. Spider-Man.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, buddy. I’m sure I’ll see you around, though.”

“Mommy! Can you take a picture of me with Spider-Man?”

DeMarcus’s mom pulled out her phone, snapping a few pictures of the two of them together. “Thank you for doing this,” she said. “It really made him happy, that a real superhero took time out of his day just to come see him.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Ma’am, really. DeMarcus is a good kid, I really am going to miss seeing him. Hey, buddy, can I get a hug?” Peter asked, crouching down again.

Wordlessly, DeMarcus flung his arms around Peter. “I love you, Mr. Spider-Man.”

Peter chuckled. “Love you too, buddy. I’ll see you, okay? In the meantime, be good for me. Study hard in school and stay out of trouble.”

DeMarcus nodded, firmly grasping his mother’s hand. “Mommy! I can’t wait to go back to school and tell everyone I’m friends with Spider-Man!”

Peter chuckled as he walked down the hall.

“Is that everyone?” he’d asked a nurse.

The nurse checked her chart. “I know you don’t normally go there, but you could visit the teen wing, maybe? It’s not usually very full, which is why we don’t usually have you go there. But… we have had one patient in there for a while now. Would you like me to see if she’s up for a visitor?”

“Sure.” As the nurse walked down the hall, Peter sat down in a chair. “Karen, any messages for me?”

“Text message from Science Bro Shuri. Displayed or read aloud?”

“Displayed is fine, thanks, Karen.”

Hey Spider-Doofus. When you get done there, come by the lab. Got a little something for ya

Peter chuckled. Probably a suit upgrade, again. Ever since she came to America to work for Stark Industries, carrying on Tony’s work, she had been upgrading his suit at every opportunity.

“Follow me,” the nurse said. Peter followed her down a hallway, into a room on the corner; the nurse peeked her head in. “(y/n)? You ready for your visitor?”

“Sure. Forgot to ask who it is, though.”

“It’s Spider-Man.”

A chuckle. “Is it really Spider-Man, or is it just my uncle Leo in a rented costume again? Because that was kind of a bummer.”

“It’s the real deal, (y/n). Can he come in?”

“Make him prove it,” the girl called out skeptically.

Without another word, Peter shot one of his webs through the crack in the girl’s door.

A long pause, then: “Yes, I’d love to see him.”

Peter laughed as the nurse opened the door wider, allowing him access. He paused at the end of the girl’s bed.

She was thin, not painfully so but definitely thinner than she was supposed to be. Her hair had all fallen out, but based on the pictures littering her nightstand and taped to her walls it had been (y/h/c). But the thing that struck Peter the most was -

“Holy shit, you’re my age,” Peter breathed.

The girl chuckled. “Yeah, I- wait, what?”

“How old are you, anyway?”

“Seventeen.”

“Me too.”

“No way, really?”

The nurse had left at this point; Peter closed the door behind her and webbed it shut for extra insurance. “You cannot tell anyone about this,” he said.

The girl scoffed loudly. “Probably in this joint for the rest of my life,” she said, almost bitterly. “And I practically have nobody. Who am I going to tell?”

“You… well, we’ll get to that, hold on.” Peter carefully removed his mask, looking at her; he ran a hand through his thick auburn curls.

“Wow, you’re cute,” she mumbled to herself; Peter laughed. “Do you, uh, do you live around here?”

“Sort of. I don’t know you from school, though, where’d you go?”

“Townsend Harris. Where do you go?”

“Midtown.”

The girl laughed. “Ah, smart guy, huh? You know I missed getting in there by like three points? I got held back in fifth grade, because I missed so much school when I got sick the first time. It’s a long and winding explanation but to sum it up, it’s cancer. My name’s (y/n), by the way.”

“I’m Spider-Man. But my real name’s Peter, Peter Parker.”

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Peter Peter Parker.”

Peter smiled warmly at her. “So… what do you mean, you have practically nobody?”

(y/n) sighed. “Well, my dad left when I got sick the first time. Said having a sick kid was causing too much stress on him, turns out he’d been cheating on my mom since I was four. Um, he pays child support but it’s not much so my mom works two jobs just so she can pay for my bills. If she’s not at one of her jobs, she’s here. But she works such crazy hours that she’s not here as much as she wants to be. I don’t have any siblings, both sets of my grandparents are dead. I have cousins but they live in Maine.”

“Any friends?”

“Oh, sure. They come by once in awhile, but they never stay long. I know being with someone who’s dying is kind of a bummer. I’m still in the group text and on Snapchat, but it’s hard watching someone live the life you’re supposed to be living, y’know?”

Peter just nodded solemnly.

“I’ve had this twice before,” she added, “and I’ve beaten it both times. But this time, it’s spread too far and my body really can’t handle anymore chemo, so… I’m just around until I’m not around anymore, I guess.”

“Wow,” Peter said. “That is incredibly not fair.”

“Tell me about it. My friends are all stressed out about their SAT’s, what college they’re going to pick, and here I am wondering if I’m going to live until dinner.” (y/n) puffed her cheeks out, exhaling slowly. “That’s dramatic, I’ve got at least a month or two but you know what I’m trying to say. But anyway, prom is in a few weeks and they’re texting me pictures of their dresses and they’re all going to look great.” She smiled sadly.

“But you’re not going to get to go,” Peter said softly.

“Nope. That’s the thing that sucks about this the most. They get to have lives, Peter. They get to go on dates, have boyfriends, go to prom. I won’t get to do any of that.” A tear slid down her cheek; she hurriedly wiped it away. “I’m sorry, you came in here to cheer me up and now I’ve bummed both of us out.”

“No, no, it’s okay! It’s okay.” Peter smiled at her warmly.

But the wheels in his head were turning. And once they’re in motion, he finds it very hard to get them to stop...

“Hey,” he said finally. “What if I did that?”

“What if you did what?”

“Well, I-I know you can’t leave, right? But maybe… maybe you could have a date? In here? With me? And-and maybe we could have our own tiny prom?”

(y/n) scrunched up her face in confusion. “You just met me, you’d do that just for me?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Because you’ll get attached,” she said simply. “And then I’ll be gone, and then you won’t know what to do?”

Peter laughed bitterly. “You think I’ve never lost anyone close to me before?” he asked, voice tinged with sadness. “Let’s see, I’ve lost… um… both my parents. My uncle Ben - who I watched get shot, by the way. And you’ve heard of Tony Stark, yeah?”

“Yeah. That was so sad, I… oh, no.”

Peter nodded. “He was my mentor, the closest thing I had to a dad since Uncle Ben died. And I watched him die too. So… I’m sort of used to it.”

“God, Peter. I had no idea, I’m so sorry.”

Peter shrugged. “Eh. You never know what’s going on with a person just by looking at ‘em, y’know? So, um… what do you say, huh?”

“You can't fall in love with me.”

“I can’t promise that, I fall in love very easily. I almost married a key lime cheesecake last week. Our children would have looked really weird.”

(y/n) laughed slightly. “You know what? Okay. Let’s do this. What have I got to lose, huh?”

“That’s the spirit.” Peter winked at her; they both burst into laughter. “Okay, um… I have robotics club tomorrow after school, and then I need to-”

“Robotics club? God, my fake boyfriend is such a fucking nerd.”

“And my fake girlfriend is really fucking mean.”

(y/n) started laughing again.

“But anyway, I can’t come by tomorrow but I can the day after? I’ll bring coffee, where’s your favorite coffee place?”

“I always like Rosita’s on the corner of 41st Street and 43rd Avenue?”

Peter nodded. “You got it. I’ll text you when I’m close to there, you can tell me what you want when I get there.”

(y/n) grinned slightly. “Well, Peter Parker, how you gonna do that without my phone number?”

Peter cocked his head to one side in confusion, then laughed. “Ah, (Y/n) used flirting! And… it’s super effective! You do raise a good point, um… can I see your phone?”

(y/n) nodded, handing him her phone; he programmed his number into it quickly. “Here, I’ll just text you so you have mine, I… it’s complicated, I…”

“Phone built into your suit?”

“My fake girlfriend is really smart too.” Peter shook his head as he dissolved the webs holding her door shut. “Okay, so… see you in a couple of days?”

“I’m really looking forward to it, Peter. Bye. Great Pokemon reference, by the way.” She waved slightly as Peter returned the gesture, then slipped his mask back on as he walked out the door.

“I don’t know what you two were talking about in there,” the nurse said as Peter stepped out of the room, “but that’s the most I’ve heard her laugh since she’s been in here. I think that’s just what she needs right now. You will come by and see her again, right?”

Peter laughed. “I promise.”

He thought about that old adage - To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

He’d only known (y/n) for about a half hour, but he already knew her world had been filled with hospitals and sadness. He hoped that he could make what was left of her world a little bit brighter.

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #counting down the days

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supercasey · 5 years

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So I watched Batman Ninja with my buddy Jason the other night...

Under a readmore because I'm screaming and y'all normal people don't need to see this shitshow.

So, like, to begin with; the animation is gorgeous- I will in no way try to deny that- and does a lot of cool things with the art style. You can tell a lot of work went into this movie, and while I personally find it so bad that it's funny, I'm not gonna shit on anyone who likes this film more seriously. (Also, I'm gonna shit on the outfits a lot, so sorry if that comes off as unintentionally racist. I am white and stupid.)

However, other than that... What the shit??? Was that??? I'm still reeling 48 hours later.

The basic plot of this wild ass movie (that I could figure out): Gorilla Grodd has built a time machine so he can go back in time and rule over Feudal Japan and change history (it never really specifies why he chose Japan of all places but go off, DC). He brings Deathstroke (my fav obviously), The Penguin, Two-Face, Poison Ivy, and The Joker + Harley Quinn (because if you want your plans to work you should absolutely bring in the disaster piece of shit that is The Joker).

Also Catwoman is here but from what I can tell it was accidental on her part/I think she's the one who fucked up the time machine??? Unclear.

So everyone goes to the past, including Batman, Alfred, and all the Robins (Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Damian Wayne as Robin) (none of the girls but let's be honest, I think they dodged a fucking bullet).

Batman ends up behind everyone else during the time traveling??? Not really explained, but now everyone has been in Japan for two years and Catwoman has depression.

Okay onto me rambling:

They have this scene where every villain gets a title card/one-liner, and everyone else but Deathstroke gets a line that fits their shtick. I feel like they had no idea what to do for a pun/joke, so there's just a literal pause then "... Yeah :)" from Deathstroke. I straight up scream-laughed so fucking hard.

All the Robins look so fucking stupid except for Tim. Nightwing looks like Goku, Red Hood has the tallest bucket on his head I've ever seen, and Damian's hair... good fucking lord.

Also, Damian is completely out of character. The people making this movie, I think, have never read a comic with Damian, and just made him into "annoyingly happy child character that is annoying as all fuck and talks to animals for no reason except Baby" and let me tell you, I got such whiplash from seeing that. Also Damian and Red Hood are apparently voiced by the same guy and my buddy Jason is freaking out about it lmao.

Joker's fucking UGLY next question.

Harley sounds low-key annoying in this film but that might just be me... feels like a lot of people who try to voice her make their voices as high-pitched as possible and it's very grating after awhile.

There's an amnesia plot??? Where Harley and Joker get amnesia after a boat fire??? Red Hood beats the fuck out of them and while I feel bad for Harley, fuck Joker, he can die. They get their memories back by seeing a plant... that looks like Joker's face... as my boy Deathstroke would say: "... Yeah."

There's a clan of Batman ninjas from the past and, tbh, they look pretty fucking cool and I thought they were a really neat concept. Doesn't excuse the bat ghost thing.

OH GOD THE ENDING FIGHT

Through a series of unfortunate events, Gorilla Grodd and all the other villains start fighting each other in giant mechas in order to decide who will rule Japan because of course they do.

My favorite parts from the villain fights:

Two-Face's robot is the shit of nightmares. At one point Deathstroke and Grodd are going at it, Two-Face gets between them, then FLIPS A COIN FOR WHO HE'LL BEAT ON (very in-character I guess but I was still screeching). Btw, he chooses to attack Grodd, and Slade just stands back like "... Yeah :)"

Can you tell that I'm not over that stupid line yet?

PENGUIN HAS SEMI-SENTIENT PENGUINS WORKING ON THE INSIDE OF HIS ROBOT WTF!?!? WHERE DID HE GET THEM!?

Poison Ivy is beautiful, next question.

Okay, back to everything in general:

Grodd reveals that he has been low-key mind controlling all of the other villains this entire time, and that he's the one who made everyone build giant robots. He attempts to take full control of everyone, but Joker does instead. This is maybe the most sane part of this entire goddamn movie.

ALL OF THE ROBOTS MORE OR LESS FORM VOLTRON, LADS!!!

So now our heroes (Batman, the Batsquad, and the Batclan) need to take on this giant robot... so what's a boy to do? Well, if you're Damian Wayne in this movie, you get a magic flute from Grodd after he nearly dies for you, and with the help of your baby monkey friend, summon an army of millions of monkeys that form a giant monkey.

This is a Batman movie. Just thought I'd remind y'all of that.

At first it doesn't work, but don't worry! Another monkey (wearing a pink bow to remind us that she's a girl and the other monkey's love interest) comes and helps Damian play the flute better so the monkeys are better.

Monkeys still aren't enough, so with the power of bats and probably a lot of weed being smoked, the bats that came out of literally nowhere form a giant Batman to punch Voltron.

(Side note: they destroy the arm that Deathstroke was controlling so I don't know why he isn't dead. Never explained. He isn't even really hurt!!!)

The Robins enter Voltron to fight the villains because Joker loses control of everyone: Nightwing vs Penguin, Red Hood vs Deathstroke, and I forget the other match-ups, but nothing matters except that Red Hood walking up to Deathstroke and saying "Tell you what... I'll let you take the first shot" was badass and the best part of the movie.

Too bad we didn't get full fights scenes between everyone 🙃

Batman nearly died??? But lived??? I was so lost at this point and probably should've been paying better attention, but I was too busy trying to convince myself this wasn't a fever dream.

They got back to the present and everyone lived happily ever after, the end :)

Notes: I'm sure I missed some shit but Jesus fucking Christmas, it was a wild ride from start to finish. It was, like, not that great storytelling wise, but it was so bad it was funny??? It was the "The Room" of Animated Batman films.

Batman is a fucking HIMBO in this movie. I dunno how to exactly explain it, but he makes so many stupid ass decisions throughout the movie, it's so funny. When he's trying to blend in with the townsfolk HE LITERALLY CUTS HIS HAIR TO HAVE THE BATSYMBOL ON THE TOP OF HIS FUCKING HEAD!!! WHO APPROVED THIS MOVIE!?!?

I have decided that Deathstroke didn't die because trans rights. Is he canon trans? Well, he is in my heart.

Jason Todd's voice actor did a great job with him, tbh I wish he had been more prominent in the movie.

I literally forgot Tim and Dick were there most of the time they were so unneeded in the plot.

I hated Damian but whatever.

I honestly did enjoy the movie, but probably not for the reasons the creators wanted me to. Again, nothing against the creators, but this was such an odd movie for 90% of it's run time.

7/10 would watch again, if only because it was so funny and nonsensical.

Ratings all together:

Animation: 10/10

Voice Acting: 7/10

Story (If taken seriously): 2/10

Story (if not serious): 8/10

All together; watch this if you're a Batman fan that feels like having a hilarious time and doesn't mind seeing your favorite characters be OOC or doing weird shit. I feel like this movie is best enjoyed on call/while hanging out with friends.

#dcu #dc #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #timothy drake #deathstroke #poison ivy #the penguin #the joker #joker #harley quinn #for jason #supercasey ramblings #thinking of doing a series of me reviewing/talking about batman movies and shows #but I dunno yet

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𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 .

user : @atlasdeniro . date & time : 06 / 25 / 2019 , 06 : 31 AM . post type : photo . stats : 2,431,768 likes , 201,349 comments .

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 : mentions of death , abuse , suicide , drugs , alcohol & grief .

𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 honest , atlas isn’t sure why he found himself here . perhaps his grief had gotten to the point where he had subconsciously dragged himself here in a half drunk state , having started drinking early & not really stopping until he knew he was where he wanted to go . it’s strange , really , how your drunk mind takes you to a place you would never dare go sober , & as a slightly cool breeze blows through the blossoming trees , he feels a chill go up his spine .

of course , this could also be due to the fact that he’s currently in a graveyard , but the amount of alcohol running through his system has relieved any sort of apprehension he might’ve previously had about the cold . frankly , he doesn’t really care about the cold . he feels numb to it just like he feels numb to everything else today ; every sense of motion , every emotion from anger to love to hatred is lost in this bone aching , nerve tingling feeling of heart breaking grief that he’s been avoiding feeling .

perhaps it’s his own fault . he was told to go to the funeral ; told that it would make him feel better . but he couldn’t go . he couldn’t do it . atlas simply couldn’t face the fact that his best friend was dead . he spent months not talking , barely eating , drinking , or sleeping . so much so that he was beginning to look like a different person . but suddenly something changed & he woke up , as if an alarm he’d been hitting the snooze button on for three long months had eventually been left to go off & he was awake again .

now , he doesn’t feel like that . the ache in his chest feels a lot worse ; the thoughts clogging his brain so much darker than what they had ever been . he tells himself it’s something to do with the weather , but he knows that’s the sorry excuse poor people use when they try to pull out of work for the day . but slowly , he’s been feeling more withdrawn , & as the days have neared closer to this one he’s become more & more animated , acting more out of impulse than anything else & trudging through the days in almost a robotic way . if anything , the half - empty bottle in his hand serves as a comfort blanket .

the bronze liquid swishes unceremoniously in the clear bottle as he perches himself on the headstone in front of the one he’s been searching for . it took him longer to find it than it should’ve done , but since he wasn’t here for the burial he figures all the zigzagging between graves is payback for feeling too weak to face saying a proper goodbye to one of the best people he ever knew . he figures that’s where the problem lies . atlas never got to say goodbye , & four years later , he’s scared it’s too late as he reads the writing on the headstone he’s been staring at for the past five minutes .

here lies jason rhodes . february 20th , 1997 — june 25th , 2015 . beloved son , friend & student . now at peace .

he feels like scoffing . actually , he’s pretty sure he does scoff to fill the silence of the graveyard , but he just doesn’t acknowledge it . in all of these four years , he’s never been able to find the strength to come here . it’s like every bone in his body rejected the idea of coming to visit until this day . maybe somewhere he thought it’d be the right time , but now he’s here , he’s not sure if there would ever be a right time . he doesn’t even know what to say .

atlas rolls his eyes . get a grip . ❛ fuck . shit , sorry . disrespecting the dead , ❜ he says , realising that he’s sitting on a headstone which is , in fact , disrespectful , but he doesn’t move . ❛ i really hope you can hear me , jace , ❜ he utters quietly , as if his best friend is sat right next to him & only he can hear his voice . maybe he can , but atlas isn’t sure . all he knows is that he feels like he’s speaking to an empty space . ❛ i hope you can hear me because i’m so mad at you , jace , i really am . ❜

he pauses , taking a swig from his bottle , gulping it down with the lump in his throat . ❛ why didn’t you tell me what he was doing to you ? ❜ the question hangs in the air as the voice of detective bryant replays in his head . his father was abusive . ❛ if you told me , i could’ve gotten you out of there . i would’ve helped you . i could’ve ❜ he looks up at the sky , the sun starting to break through the early morning clouds as it rises . ❛ maybe then you wouldn’t be ❜ he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence , as if saying it would make it true . even though it’s been true for four years now . he looks back at the black granite headstone , looking at the date . ❛ maybe then you wouldn’t be dead . ❜

as soon as the words leave his lips there’s a lingering silence , as if he didn’t really believe them until now . ❛ it’s funny , before now i guess i convinced myself that you weren’t really ... gone . that you were just taking a long vacation . because the thought of not seeing my best friend again is just ❜ he can’t bring himself to finish that sentence , not wanting to say out loud what he’s been afraid to face . ❛ you were the only one that understood . the only one who knew what it was like & then i learn that you did this on purpose ... ❜ all he wanted was for it to end . the words echo in his brain like the questioning was yesterday . ❛ i’m so fucking pissed at you jace , because you were my fucking brother , & then you were gone without even saying goodbye ? ❜

he feels water start to pool in the rims of his eyes & has to inhale to clear them . ❛ god , i remember the day that we met . i was with eden & i think you were dating ... melanie , was that her name ? i can’t remember . i guess now’s a good time to tell you that it was me who fucked her at danny’s eighteenth birthday party , & that it actually wasn’t connor , ❜ he admits casually , bringing the bottle to his lips again . ❛ sorry . ❜ he takes another mouthful & swallows it down , holding the bottle out in front of his face before letting it down again . he was told this would happen ; the first day of those dreadful three months , his father told him that if he didn’t let himself grieve , it’ll catch up to him . now it finally has .

❛ i remember the first party i took you to , actually . you looked at that joint in my hand like you’d never seen drugs before . god , the look on your face , ❜ his voice is wavering now , slightly shaky . his chest feels heavy & he hates that feeling . ❛ i was so fucking naive . i literally thought you were so damn clean , that you’d never touched any drugs & that it was my fault you got caught up in it . that it was because of me that you died that night . & the worst thing is i felt like i deserved the blame , because i genuinely thought i dragged you into this world that i was stuck in & you fucking let me . ❜

he shakes his head . ❛ sorry . everything’s kind of fucked up right now . i’m not really mad at you . hell , you probably can’t even fucking hear me . i’m literally just talking to myself in a graveyard . how much more depressing can my life get ? ❜ atlas laughs a sardonic laugh . maybe he just came here to say the things he didn’t want to say before , because now he’s realised how much everything is falling apart . ❛ dad had this stupid idea that we should have our own tv show . it’ll premiere soon , i’m not sure when , but i feel like i can’t even breathe anymore . remember when i told you my life couldn’t be anymore public ? well , i was wrong . ❜

❛ i just feel like everyone’s going through shit right now , & my biggest problem is that i can’t get over the fact that my best friend died four years ago . how is that fair on everyone else ? ❜ he sucks in a breath . he doesn’t want to burden anyone by telling them what’s really going on . he doesn’t want them to know why he was really gone for over a month , when work only took a week out of it . instead he’s unloading his problems to a graveyard full of forgotten corpses . how much more morbid can he get ?

❛ i keep seeing you , ❜ his words are quiet when they leave his lips , but in the silence they sound loud . ❛ whenever i close my eyes , i see how you looked that night & i can’t erase it . i can’t . i’ve tried . i’m sorry . ❜ the sun has almost completely risen , making his red - rimmed gaze look almost luminous . birds are starting to chirp somewhere in the distance & he’s reminded that there is life out there , after all . ❛ the doctor said i’d experience trauma , but i didn’t think it’d take this long . i didn’t think it would be like this . ❜

he takes another long drink from his bottle . it’s getting close to being empty now , the bronze dimming to a dark golden colour . this is the worst day of the worst time of year , & he tells himself that all he needs to do is get through today , & he’ll be fine . everything will go back to normal tomorrow . ❛ i should probably go . your mom normally comes out here early & spends the day crying over your grave . i hope you know that . ❜

standing , he pulls out the lid for his bottle & caps it , stumbling over to his best friend’s headstone & placing the bottle next to it , resting a hand gently on the top . he stays there for a little while , just looking down , his chest aching worse than before . atlas knows grief ; he’s lost people before . but this is different . hearing you’ve lost someone you love hurts like hell . but watching it happen , seeing the life drain out of them & knowing you can’t do a damn thing about it is a whole different kind of grief , & he knows that now . ❛ cheers , buddy . sleep well , ❜ is the last thing he says , staggering off to find the path that will lead him back to reality , knowing he’ll need something more than alcohol to get him through today .

#death tw #drugs tw #abuse tw #suicide tw #alcohol tw #grief tw #those triggers are ..... a Lot fgkjfg #this is dramatic ?? & a lil extra ?? yeah #but i tried to make it funny but sad so u guys smile but also cry #fkgfgjkgf #this is the first of the thing #i'm EXCITED #◟ 𝓐.𝓓. ┈ ´ › 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝐚𝐢𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞. ╱ gram.#◟ 𝓐.𝓓. ┈ ´ › 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢’𝐦 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. ╱ development.

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greenteafiend · 5 years

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Stream of conscious thoughts about VLD season 8

Super messy sorry:

Surprised they decided to make Allurance cannon with a date and a kiss and everything in episode 1. Hunk is a good friend, Coran is hilarious, they look nice in their date outfits.

I appreciate the time jokes. I too get confused between dobashes and phoebes and vargas.

Did…. Did Haggar and Zarkon have a pervious miscarriage before they had Lotor?

Galra-hunting monster in episode 3 was cool. (Remembering that idea for future fics)

Keith got a gun form for his bayard!!! Huge ass blaster like Hunk!!!

Bye Shiro, bye Atlas.

rip Olkarion

Nice Pidge and Allura bonding.

Kinda nice that some things are being touching on again, Weblems, the monster Keith and Krolia released

Omg Axca that’s so funny xD what a cute Galra.

OMG INA YOU CAN’T SAY THAT.

I love the contrived ‘we must take off our suits,’ yesssss, let me see them without their suits.

Victoria and Axcaaaaaa <3 <3 BONDING. Ok I ship it. That’s cute as heck

Wow Axca’s like Keith, so angsty.

Lookin’ good in just the undersuits.

xD the Altean, the big one, the small one, and the loud one.

Is…. Is Keith gonna get captured!??? Why’d he go off by himself?? This masked fella must be someone that has a grudge against Keith specifically… who has he pissed off?? OH IT’S ZETHRID SHE WANTS REVENGE FOR EZOR DOESN’T SHE??? (I was right.)

Hang on, Ezor just dumped her, she isn’t dead. Zethrid, I don’t understand your logic, why is it Keith’s fault she dumped you? (Also she only has one eye left now.)

Victoria saved Axca <3

Holy shit Keith, she’s like, 3 times your weight.

Ok ok I think she’s trying to drain quintessence from the universe to bring back Lotor….

Matt and N-7, huh? (Perks of watching with subtitles)

Atlas is so big! Such a big boy.

Honerva is a cult leader. She’s brainwashed them all.

Did Ezor’a VA change?

Okay Shiro pulling a gun on the bridge was hot.

Matt is so pretty with long hair.

OMG SHE DID IT SHE GOT HIM BACK, LOTOR SHE GOT HIM. Well, his mecha made of trans-dimensional ore.

Also, why you attack immediately?? Can’t they chill and talk for one second??

I wanna see Lotor, is he a zombie now?

Hunk: What the heck just happened? I’m confused too buddy.

So… Allura picked Lance over the rest of reality… :O

Ohhh Ryan speaks. That’s right, he wanted to be a photographer, videographer.

Kolivan gives me Captain Holt vibes.

OMG I LOVE CORAN XD

Hunk is such a sweet boy. BAD BEBE xD

CARNIVAL EPISODE

Keith slicing his way out of the ride is relatable.

‘oh, just gorgeous’ xD

I could see Shiro as a cage fighter in another life.

OMG THE WARDEN. What an unexpected turn lol

Ouch hurts when characters like Coran are serious and disappointed.

Aww Lance is such a good boy.

This seems like a bad idea……

WHY DID HAGGAR’S MIND TAKE EVERYONE BUT KEITH?

OMG SCARY ALLURA

I THOUGHT THE FIGHTERS LOOKED FAMILIAR

I really like young Alfor’s VA

OH KEITH DOESN’T HAVE ANYONE TO FIGHT CAUSE IT’D BE SHIRO/ZARKON.

What a touching moment between Coran and Alfor.

The Paladins are like the past lives of the Avatar.

The Garrison is a military facility, why’d they map the human brain? Random.

This entity is bad business yo, why you let it in your brain Allura!?

So, 2 and a half episodes left, and I haven’t seen Lance’s sword yet…..

No wonder Haggar’s crazy, she’s harboring everyone she’s ever killed in her head.

Lance is riiight why you no listen?

Bit reckless to go hacking in the mind like that.

Omg pre zombie Zarkon! Confrontation with the old Paladins.

The multi-reality theory came back.

They’re like ‘we did it!’ Did what exactly??? Ohh they know why she wanted Lotor’s mech.

Haggar’s lieutenant with purple/pink hair looks like the Altean from the alternate reality.

CREEPY CREEPY YELLOW EYED ALTEANS

She totally wanted all of team Voltron there to steal their energy etc.

Oh no why did you bring a Balmera here, free energy source you idiots D:

Ok… they merged into one mecha??

Oh wow Atlas and Voltron merged

HUGE ASS SWORD FOR A HUGE ASS ROBOT

Young Sendak!!

EXCUSE ME? SHE WON? SHE HAS WHAT SHE WANTED? >:(

Bby Lotor is adorable. MVP.

Haggar is so bitter.

Wtf is that???!! Huge ass wings?

Prediction: Allura will sacrifice herself, go down with the ship to end it because she’s been infected by the entity. Allura will sacrifice herself to restore the lost realities? (I’m right. I was right.)

Poor Lotor.

‘I’m afraid this is where we part ways’ EXCUSE ME EXCUSE NE aweuilfgweg;hioasvNO I REFUSE

EVERYONE IS CRYING I’M CRYING. (Except Keith, Mr ‘I-said-I-wouldn’t-cry’ isn’t crying.)

wegSDVNINPNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Did…. Did she just make Lance altean somehow?

Wtf WTF I am confusion?

ok 1 year later

‘Tragic unfortunate series of events’ says Keith lol

LONG FLOWLY HAIR KEITH YESSsss

But Matt cut his hair :( and Pidge’s robot is creepy

Lance’s face looks weird with the Altean marks. Is it healthy to be reminded of her everywhere?? Huh, he’s a farmer now? A farmer??

People are easier to reason with when they’re full, wise words from Hunk.

Turns out that those leaks weren’t totally fake after all yo

I think the moral of the story is don’t mess with trans-dimensional comets yo. Don’t make ‘em into ships.

#vld spoilers #vld season 8

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Can you tell us about your HLD headcanons please?

Sure. I should also add a small disclaimer that a lot of the headcanons are just story ideas based on an AU where Drifter and Guardian doesn’t die, instead living out their lives in a post-apocalyptic world and their growing romance and eventual family life they create for themselves whilst uncovering Drifter’s amnesic past. I want to also add that much of these ideas are contradictory to canon since I’m just messing around the world for funsies. …It would have been a romantic comedy. Sooooo on that note…*Drifter can be incredibly hyperfixated with their interests. This largely extends to ancient ruins and past history left behind by civilizations of yesteryear, especially from blue-skinned folks like they are. It’s not just a fascination of What People Did back in the days, but an honest attempt to find any clues of their memories. *Drifter likes games, strategic games specifically. They like solving puzzles and unraveling complex mathematics. They play alien tabletop RPGs; they dig epic, long novels and can memorize obscure facts and useless trivia. They’re the kind that’d have a blog and write long-winded essays on Why This Character Had Amazing Character Development. *Drifter has something of a reputation. Having traveled around the world for years has caused the dude to get into their fair share of scuffles. Drifter’s stance is largely Neutral and the most they do is stay in a place, then move on to find more ruins and historic sights. But every so often, there might be That One Criminal who damns an entire town or some Megalomaniac who uses ancient tech to try and blow up the world and Drifter just happens to be there. With their sword and gun. Wasting the shit out of That One Criminal or that Megalomaniac. And perhaps in time, Drifter became a bit of a legend, the “Red-Cloaked Hero”, the “Savior”, “The Crimson Drifter” or whatever inane nicknames the people named ‘em. Drifter has become a symbol of hope and in these struggling times, some people gravitate towards that. For all Drifter claims neutrality, they don’t sit back when people need help, but it comes with baggage and people tend to recognize them - both the decent folks and the jack-offs who seek to kill ‘em for their own means. All Drifter wants is to be left alone, man. *One of the things I’ll never find the time to do is create small, one-off comics of Drifter getting into all sorts of adventure. Most of these would be wordless and the situations could range from anything to Drifter helping archeologists unlock lost history and fighting a giant robot inside or something like saving a princess in a far-off kingdom from a monster or stuck pulling a heist with some well-meaning thieves. Whatever comes to mind.

*Drifter has helped other drifters and archeologists with their research because for some very odd reason, they can unlock specific tech and locales that even other blue-skinned folks can’t…*Guardian is the son of a farmer and a drifter. His mother settled down from drifting life to tend to the farm with her husband (who is far from a warrior as you can get.) He has an older brother who currently travels the world, getting by through trade stories and inventing weird things. Guardian left the farm shortly after his father died (a stack of alcoholic beverages landed on top of him one day) to travel the world to pursue his dreams of studying history of ancient civilization. He settled in Central at some point and has stayed there since. He keeps in touch with his family.

*Guardian’s real name is “Tim.” I got that name from a joke from an HLD thread I read a while ago. He also has a last name, but it cannot be written here for it is very, very, very long, and contains letters that aren’t even in the current alphabet. *Guardian is into kitschy decor. He unironically loves curtains with corn cob patterns or their world equ. of garden gnomes in his garden. I have a jokethat Guardian must be written to be the most blandest guy you could ever meet. He talks endlessly about the potatoes he’s grown in his backyard, goes to bed at a reasonable hour, and can listen to his neighbor talk about the structure and kind of bricks he used to build his house. Guardian is unassuming, but kind.

*Incidentally, this is why Drifter eventually fell for Guardian and chose to stay in Central: he gives Drifter a solitary, quiet life that they want. Drifter’s gotten into enough shenanigans - whether they wanted it or not - and damn it, they’re just tired. Adventure will always come to them because their need to explore old ruins and tech and those tend to invite trouble, but at least they can do it together! Once they’re finished, Drifter also has a home to go back to that gives them the respite they need.

*Drifter totally had a one-night stand with the Dashmaster. This is not scandalous news in Central because a frighteningly number of people have had one-night stands with Dashmaster. Because he’s Dashmaster.

*Guardian has two jobs in Central: he, along with other volunteers, guards and patrols outside of Central for monsters or any signs of danger. He’s also a teacher at the town’s only school. Subjects vary, but it’s mostly history on his end.

*The Swordmaster is Guardian’s best friend. The two (and a couple of other buddies) hang out at the local bar every week.

*Drifter was the one to propose to Guardian. That was the unexpected part because at that point, they’ve already been discussing marriage. They both just assumed Guardian would propose. *Drifter only ever won once against Soccer Kid. Once.

*Drifter only wakes up early whenever they’re not in town because it’s practical (gotta cover as much ground as possible when you’re on the move.) Whenever they’re in inns and other shelters though, they sleep in. (Guardian always wakes up at the crack of dawn. He is often subjected to pillows being thrown by Drifter whenever he gets too happy in the morning.)

*I haven’t decided where Drifter got their current clothing. I think Drifter got their helmet off of a dead soldier, the cape probably off of another drifter’s corpse, and maybe Drifter - in one of their rare moments - splurged a little on their boots. They’re good quality boots and you need ones that last!*Drifter used to own an old motorcycle they used to travel around for a bit. It got too damaged and had to be abandoned eventually.

*Drifter’s favorite food is red meat. Guardian likes potatoes. *Restless and/or impatient Drifter involves them chewing on things, tapping their fingers, or shaking their legs.

*Guardian’s method of organizing is mostly pushing books and materials off to the side as much as possible. Once Drifter gets the hang of daily chores, they tend to go far enough that things must be alphabetized, we are not animals Guardian. *Drifter is practical enough to be able to fix their clothes whenever it’s damaged, but Guardian is the superior seamstress. He’s also better in the kitchen. Course, a lot of this stems from the latter having lived in civilization most of his life while Drifter mostly learned what they needed to survive. The latter tends to take advantage of what towns offer (ex: they eat conservatively when out in the middle of nature, but stuff their face in taverns because they have the opportunity to do so.)

*The stray dog that wanders near the eastern sector of Central ended up following Drifter when the latter, feeling a tinge of pity, gave the pup some food. The dog has never left Drifter since. This bothered Drifter at first since they had no use for a pet, even going as far as naming the dog “Babo” (”stupid” in Korean), but damn if the dog did not grow on ‘em. (Incidentally I actually drew out most of the pages of this comic, but I never inked or posted them up online.)

*Life before Drifter was well, a drifter, was spent during the last remnants of the blue-skinned (yeah, I never thought of an actual name for these guys) civilization: in the midst of the great war that screwed them over. They were the [NAME REDACTED], child of the Librarian (herself a big contributor to the giant Titans) and a cut character from the game: Rivan. The latter was the last King of their civilization and, well, he was nicknamed Mad King Rivan for a reason. Knowing he was off his gourd in his mad pursuit for power, the Librarian stepped off the Titan project and got the hell out with intent on living a peaceful life alone with her than unborn child. Drifter spent most of their childhood with their mother with no acknowledgement on who their father was. The Librarian spent her time creating the pendant (and Drifter’s companion bot), containing memories of their time, and as much information on their culture as possible, slowly realizing over time that the end was nigh. The Librarian sent Drifter to safety during the last days of their civilization. Drifter was placed in a pod, frozen in time until they eventually woke up with no recollection of who they are. Drifter has no idea the pendant and their companion bot has pretty much all the info they could need (it also requires solving a complex algorithm to unlock the info, too.)

*That said, Rivan is still alive and he not only intends to bring his kingdom back (a big reach in and of itself at this point), he knows he has a child…

I think that’s all I can think or muster. Hope this is good enough.

#hyper light drifter #anonymous #neoyi talks

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blackleatherjacketz · 6 years

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You’re The Boss: Chapter 4

(Gif isn’t mine)

Negan (The Walking Dead) x Female Reader

Marshall wakes up, and Negan has a job for you.

Warnings: Medical Jargon (Sorry, y’all), Weird Relationships, Negan’s Mouth

Tags: @sonnshineandrainbows @acutecupidity @hughxjackman @destiel-lover321 @collette04 @littlepeachwhispers @dramaqueenarg @lokisaveus @sleepylunarwolf

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A wave of relief washes over you as your friend comes into view; his leg cleanly wrapped in gauze. The color has returned to his cheeks, his usual mocha glow vibrant as ever. A soft smile crosses his lips as you enter the room.

“Hey, buddy.” He greets you, his smile widening as you approach.

“Hey, kiddo.” You reply softly. You take your time reaching his bedside, feeling the doctor’s eyes burning into you. “How’re you holding up? I thought you were going to make me cut your leg open on the side of the road!”

“Glad you didn’t.” He laughs, wincing a little. He takes your hand and weaves his fingers in between yours, squeezing tightly. “I would have been a goner for sure.”

He pulls your hand up to his chest and holds it there for a minute. His fingers are still warm and clammy from his low grade fever, but his heart rate is steady through his chest. He swallows hard and stares at you before looking around the room. “Thanks for bringing us here, B.”

“Of course.” You smile at him and stare into his eyes, briefly jarred with the thought of walking into this room under different circumstances.

“So, where is ‘here’, anyways?” He looks over at the doctor and back at you.

“I’m glad you asked that!” Negan traipses in behind you, his voice echoing against the sterile room.

Marshall releases your fingers and drops his hand.

“You’re in The Sanctuary, and thanks to your fearless leader here, your leg is going to be right as rain!” He swings Lucille as he walks past you, stopping directly in front of Marshall. “I am a man of my word.”

“The procedure went well,” the doctor starts, looking at Negan. “I made two incisions, releasing pressure on the medial and lateral side of his gastrocnemius and soleus.” He explains to you.

“English, Doc.” Negan interrupts.

“I cut his leg down to the muscle to release the pressure.” He pauses. “You said she was a nurse.”

“I am. What are you giving him for pain? What kind of supplies do you have here?” You look behind the doctor at his scattered supply cabinets.

“We have ample amounts of Percocet, although I used the last of the morphine for the procedure.” He steps forward and points to Marshall’s leg. “We’ll keep his incisions open for a couple of days until the swelling goes down. Until then, it’s oral meds only.” The doctor sighs and looks at Negan as if waiting for a grade on a paper.

“A couple of days, right…” You look at the gauze on Marshall’s extremity, trying to remember your training from years ago. “Do you have any antibiotics?”

“We’ve managed to find Keflex and Augmentin.”

“Are you giving them to him while his leg is open? Did you give him a dose prophylactically?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Of course. He just received his second dose.” He looks up at Negan and nods, signing off on your credentials.

“Well, slap my ass and call me Sally!” He leans back. “I don’t know what any of that means, but it seems the two of you are going to get along just fine.” He puts his arm around the doctor’s shoulder and stares at you. “Our doctor’s been without an assistant for a while, and could definitely use some help here, isn’t that right?”

“Y… yes.” The doctor nods at you, uncomfortable at the sudden contact from his leader. “An assistant would be greatly appreciated. Sometimes nothing happens, sometimes everything happens all at once.”

You smile, finally feeling like your old self again. For a brief moment you might even be able to convince yourself that none of this had ever happened; that you just moved to a rural area to work in a doctor’s office.

“We are getting short on supplies, though, not just the morphine. We could use more Tylenol, different antibiotics, metformin, gauze, alcohol pads…” his voice is still shaky.

“Give me a list and I can find them for you.” You offer.

“Now, just wait a Goddamn minute!” Negan lets go of the doctor and steps in front of you, his eyes burning into yours. He closes the space between you as if the other two men aren’t even there. “What did we talk about? Do I have to remind you who makes the decisions around here?” He picks up Lucille, twisting her around in his grip as he stares at you.

“I just thought I could…”

“You just thought…?” He raises his eyebrows and leans back.

“I thought I could help.” You take in a deep breath and keep your eye contact with him, standing your ground.

“And you can.” He changes his tone, addressing the doctor without looking away from you. “Give her the list, and we’ll get it tonight.”

“Tonight? But we’ve been walking since 6am this morning! She needs to…” Marshall chimes in, looking concerned.

Negan puts his finger in the air, quieting Marshall immediately.

“Tonight. You and Bobb-O can finally prove your salt for Jose here and his expensive leg.” He backs you up against Marshall and the exam table.

“Okay.” You agree robotically. All you want to do is lay your head down and get some rest. All you want to do is breathe without Negan helping you to do so. All you want to do is to feel nothing again instead of being both hot and bothered, while also scared for your life. You thought that this “Sanctuary” was going to be a place of rest, of refuge, an actual sanctuary. Boy, were you wrong.

“Okay.” He repeats with a smile, one side smirking up higher than the other. “Good.” He licks his lips and looks you over, lingering on your mouth as he stares. “I’ll go grab the boys, and Doc?” He looks over at him, pointing at Marshall. “Keep him comfortable.”

#Negan #Negan twd #Negan Fan Fiction #negan x reader #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #the walking dead #the walking dead fan fiction

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irlpinkiepie · 6 years

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a house built on sand, chapter 7

a bnha fic

Dreams are fickle creatures.

Sometimes the most certain can fall apart at a moment's notice, and sometimes, the most fantastic dreams have a chance of coming true.

Of course, that all depends on the dreamer.

[ao3]

"You sure you’ve got everything? Spare pencils? Tissues? Water bottle?”

As much as Izuku loved her mother, she could definitely be a tad overbearing at times. “Yeah, I’m ready; no need to worry.” She reached down to pull the door open, but was stopped by a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“I’m really proud of you, you know that?” her mother said softly. “You’re gonna do great things.”

Izuku turned around, nodded, and smiled as big a smile as she could muster, then ran out the door before her tears of joy could well up any further.

Bright morning sunlight filtered down through the trees and onto the back of Izuku’s brand-new uniform: gray blazer, navy blue skirt and tights, and brown laced shoes which barely stayed on the ground as she skipped her way to class.

Almost her entire spring break had been spent excitedly waiting for school to start. She had already organized all of her folders, and even designated a new blank notebook just for her hero class notes. The idea of learning directly from pro heroes, even after her months with All Might, was still incredible to her, and she intended to make the most of the opportunity.

Bouncing up the steps to the station platform, Izuku was pleased to see the train pulling up to the stop just as she was, and sprinted forward towards the train door - only to end up catching her foot on the gap and landing face-first on the coach floor.

As she picked herself up and started dusting off her tights, she heard a familiar voice from one of the nearby seats giggle and say, “Wow, you sure have a knack for that, huh?”

“Oh, I just saw the train coming and didn’t want to miss— Ochako?”

Sure enough, sitting just to her right as she came in was the girl she had met at the practical exam - now dressed in the same uniform Izuku was wearing, but still just as bright-eyed as ever. Izuku stumbled towards her row as the train began to depart, almost falling onto the seat. Turning towards Ochako, she stammered, “Oh, uh, is it okay if I…”

“Yeah, of course!” was her reply, accompanied by a bashful smile. “Thank you, by the way.”

“You’re welcome?” It wasn’t actually a question, but it definitely sounded like one when she said it. “I’m not exactly sure what you’re thanking me for, but—”

Ochako cut her off with a shocked expression. “You know, the whole ‘saving my life’ thing during the practical?” she asked confusedly.

Izuku tried to think back, but all she remembered were snippets - Flashes of blinding light. A rush of emotions, first fear, then satisfaction, then pure, unbridled terror and desperation and - “I honestly… don’t remember the exam that well. I’m glad you’re alright though!” she quickly clarified.

“Me too,” replied Ochako, breathing a sigh of relief. “And hey, glad to see you’re doing okay! I went to check on you while you were still in the hospital and I got told as much, but I didn’t see you during the written test so I was a little worried.”

“O-oh, yeah. That week was kinda tough for me, I just sat at the back and left as quickly as I could.” She laughed nervously as she spoke - why was she so flustered?

“…So what did happen, exactly?” Izuku asked. “If you don’t mind.”

In all honesty, her memories came back to her in full swing pretty quickly; still, Izuku was happy to listen to Ochako’s entire recounting.

“And so then he shouted at all of us to run in, and I looked out and I saw you way ahead of everyone else, which - I guess you must have worked it out yourself, huh?” Ochako let out a soft gasp in realization.

“Something like that, yeah,” Izuku responded, stretching her arms awkwardly over her shoulder.

“Gosh. Well, you ran off on your own, and I ended up doing the same; taking on those robot guys was a pain, though—”

Unable to control her excitement, she jumped headfirst into the conversation. “Yeah, I can imagine a cityscape not being very conducive to providing ranged weapons, and handling large opponents in hand-to-hand combat can’t be easy, even if your quirk makes it less likely that you’ll be in an extended fight against enemies with limited mobility, so…” She trailed off, noticing that her friend was staring at her.

The two of them sat in stunned silence for a moment before Ochako playfully nudged Izuku, laughing gently and saying, “Geez, you really are a smarty-pants, huh?”

“O-oh, I mean…” She wasn’t sure quite how to react to that. “I just like thinking about quirks, that’s all.”

“Well, what’s your quirk, then?” Ochako asked, tilting her head to the side with an over-exaggerated air of inquisitiveness.

Look around. No one else in earshot.

Not everyone, but definitely someone. She can be trusted.

Izuku whispered as quietly as she could manage, “Okay. This is really secret, and you have to promise not to tell anyone, but…” Wait. Was this really the right thi—

“But what?” replied Ochako in the same volume.

Why not.

“I’m Quirkless.”

Silence.

Then Ochako put her hands over her mouth, making muffled but still very much audible noises, trying to keep her reaction contained as much as possible.

“You what?” she responded, with as loud a whisper as she could muster. “So, the test, the robot, the— the— you did that without a quirk?”

Izuku nodded briskly and uncomfortably, and her friend nodded back, slower and still with a wide-eyed gaze, as the train pulled into the station. As the two of them picked up their bags and headed out of the train car, neither said a word for a long while.

There had been too much silence in this conversation, Izuku decided as they walked the path through the grounds, but was entirely at a loss for what to say. Eventually, opening the front door to their new school, she decided on: “Fifth floor, right?”

“Maybe? I forgot to bring my map.”

“…Me too.”

“Well, it’s worth a shot.”

“…”

“I’m sorry, that was a big thing to have dropped on you like that, I just felt like I could trust you and I had to tell someone because it seemed kind of weird to just keep it to myself and—”

“You’re fine, Izuku. Honestly, I’m more impressed than anything else.”

“Really?”

“This isn’t the right floor, is it?”

After ten minutes of frantic searching, the two of them stumbled onto a large, imposing door which spanned the entire height of the wall, labeled with a neat sign on the wall reading simply, “1-A”.

“This is us, I guess,” Izuku said as surely as she could, pressing hard on the door and releasing the wave of conversation which filled their classroom.

She didn’t have very many hopes for what her classmates would be like. Much of her middle school experience had been spent distanced from the other students, and she wasn’t sure the exceptions to that rule were all that pleasant. Besides, she was here so she could save the world, and if that meant another three years of being awkwardly distant from her peers, she was willing to accept that - though Ochako’s presence seemed to indicate a welcome contrary. Still, there was one thing in particular she had wished UA to be: a fresh start, a place where she could finally be herself after years of never feeling quite comfortable enough to. In other words, a place where she didn’t have to see—

“You got a problem, buddy?” shouted a very disheveled Katsuki Bakugou, leaning back in a chair and feet propped up against one of the desks at the back of the class.

Oh, joy.

Standing in front of him was a tall boy with dark blue hair, staring down at Katsuki through his glasses. “As it happens, I do indeed,” he said sternly. “This is school property, is it not? Do you not think that treating the facilities with disrespect constitutes contempt for the students and teachers of the school’s legacy?”

Katsuki laughed out loud at the suggestion. “That’s the most ‘stuck-up rich nerd’ thing I think I’ve ever heard. You really think some eighty year old pensioner’s gonna care about a desk? I know you just wanna be the tough kid, but you don’t need to take it out on the guy who got the highest exam score.” At that, he pushed the chair out from the desk and started leaning even further back, nearly touching the classroom’s walls.

His conversation partner pushed his glasses up to his face and spoke again, in a carefully intoned voice. “Pardon the curiosity, but I don’t remember seeing your name anywhere near the top of the rankings.” Wait, that voice - was that the guy from the auditorium who interrupted Present Mic’s speech? Was there anyone here she wouldn’t recognize?

The conversation stopped dead in its tracks, and a girl with short-cropped purple hair sitting next to the two of them coughed deliberately and rolled her eyes. Well, that’s someone new, I guess, Izuku thought.

“Oh, come on now,” Katsuki replied with a grin. “Just ‘cause the school made its own secret score doesn’t change the real points, and I doubt anyone here could beat seventy-seven.” As if to make his point sink in, he cast his gaze across the room, looking over the other students - and it landed on Izuku and Ochako, still standing and watching from the doorway.

His face was a momentary flash of confusion, followed by barely restrained anger.

Meanwhile, the other boy turned toward the door and immediately walked up to meet them, bowing and saying, “A pleasure to meet the two of you. My name is Tenya Iida.”

Izuku was only really capable of hesitating at that point, but luckily her friend jumped in to help. “You too! I’m Ochako, and this is Izuku.”

“Izuku?” Tenya said almost reverently, before turning directly to her. “Your performance during the entrance exam is to be commended; I saw your actions in the center square. You must have realized the true nature of the scoring well before any of us.”

Still nervous. “Th-thank you?” she responded, figuring there wasn’t really an appropriate way to say that she beat the entire class basically by accident. “I haven’t seen the class scores myself, but I’m sure you did excellently getting here.”

“This is school time, not chatting time,” said the man behind them in the sleeping bag.

That, even Tenya was thrown off by. None of them had really noticed his arrival, and yet suddenly out in the hallway, there he was - long black hair and a faceful of stubble the only things visible from inside the bright yellow covering. When he unzipped the bag, the class very quickly dropped into confused chatter, and even after he stood at the front of the classroom and cleared his throat expectantly it took a few seconds for everyone to quiet down.

“It took fourteen seconds for you to quiet down,” he intoned. “I was under the impression that this was the hero course.”

Izuku and her friends slowly made a move towards the few seats still left empty, but the stranger quickly resumed his speech looking directly at them, stopping them in their path. “My name is Shouta Aizawa. I will be your homeroom teacher. Good to meet you all.”

What kind of hero introduces themselves with just their name? Between her research and All Might’s instruction, Izuku hadn’t expected that the instruction itself would have surprises left, let alone this quickly. Was she going to have to learn new names for all of the heroes working here?

Actually, for that matter, who was this? He didn’t look at all familiar, and she had thought her notebooks were pretty comprehensive.

“Everyone, put on your PE uniforms and head out to the field; I’ll explain when we get there.” With that, Aizawa pulled a juice box out of his jacket pocket, took a long sip, and walked out the door without another word, leaving the sleeping bag behind in the hallway.

It was hard for most teachers to avoid having favorites. Ten months had made it hard not to play them.

He had spent most of the morning before work officially started preparing, trying to make as good a first impression as possible for his thirty-nine other students, but try as he might, he couldn ’t help but gravitate to the fortieth.

No, this was nothing to feel guilty about. He was just checking the assignments of his colleagues. Perhaps with more of a focus than necessary towards one particular assignment, but he would definitely check the rest.

Let ’s see… subject teachers, general faculty, aha! Homeroom. Class 1-A…

Oh dear.

He dropped to his knees and clasped his hands together. Chances are, she was going to need all the help she could get.

“Quirk assessment test?” nearly the whole class cried out in unison.

Aizawa nodded silently, which only prompted more concerned shouting. “A test, on the first day?” yelled one voice; “What about the entrance ceremony?” chimed in another.

“This is the hero course,” he said, promptly silencing the crowd. “My job is to train you to become professional heroes, and I intend to do that. As teachers in UA, we are given free rein to instruct our students how we see fit, even if that involves skipping the usual pageantries of school life. Would you like to become heroes, or not?”

No one had a response to that.

Satisfied with the newfound quiet from his students, Aizawa turned around and gestured to the field, where a number of grids were drawn out into the grass in white paint. “Certainly, you’ve all seen these before. Standard physical tests, ones that I imagine are more than familiar from middle school. Yet for some reason, the Japanese government still elects to measure these results without allowing the use of quirks.”

Izuku looked around at the rest of her classmates; a couple people had keyed into what was going to happen and were leaning forward with anticipation, most were disinterested or confused, but no one seemed quite as anxious as she did.

“Your quirk is an extension of yourself, and none can succeed without mastering it, but in order to improve one must know their baseline - that is to say, their baseline including their quirk.” Now understanding, suddenly almost everyone was on the edge of their metaphorical seats, ready to rush off and start enjoying free use of their abilities.

But Aizawa still had one more thing to say. “One more thing…” he continued with a sudden and surprising lift in his voice, “These tests are not simply for your benefit. Whichever one of you is least successful in these tests, I shall expel on the spot; there is no room for those without potential at UA. That is all.”

As soon as he finished, eighteen students immediately bolted - leaving only a worried Ochako looking back at a panicked Izuku.

"It’ll be alright,” is what Izuku wished she could have said at that moment. In a perfect world, she would have risen formidably to the challenge, told herself that this was nothing she couldn’t handle. Instead, she merely stood there almost inconsolable, dreading the apparent certainty that that day would be the day that all of her dreams were to be crushed in front of her.

Ochako laid a hand on her shoulder, and she felt as though she could have burst into tears at any moment.

“Don’t worry about it!” Ochako said, forcing a big smile. “If you got through the entrance exam with full marks, you can definitely get through this. It’ll be alright.”

Izuku winced slightly, then responded as best she could. “I’m sorry, I just… I’m not sure I’m ready for this. Maybe I should just let the kids with quirks have this.” Not quite a burst, but definitely a trickle.

In response, her friend shook her head forcefully. “Nope. Not a chance. You stopped me from getting killed, I’m stopping you from getting expelled.” She lifted out a hand, and pulled Izuku up swiftly to her feet as soon as she took hold of it.

“Besides, didn’t you destroy a giant robot by yourself? If you can do half of that today, then you’ve got this in the bag.”

Izuku blinked.

“Well, the thing is…” There’s not a great way to phrase this, is there? “I honestly don’t know how I did that. I mean, I thought it was just an adrenaline rush at first, but it doesn’t make sense that adrenaline would have let me jump that high, or at the very least I’m not familiar with any records of such a thing happening in someone without a strength-enhancing quirk, it was almost like I was weightless or someth—” Izuku stopped herself, trying not to ramble too much, but Ochako was staring at her wide-eyed.

“That’s it!” Ochako shouted, then clasped her hands over her mouth and looked around - seeing only the rest of the students, and Aizawa with them, lining up for the 50-meter dash. Dropping to a whisper, she said quickly, “I think I’ve got a plan, but we’ve gotta head over with everyone else.”

Once they had settled in line, Izuku quietly asked, “What’s the plan?”

In as low a whisper as she could muster, Ochako replied, “Okay, so, if I remember these tests right, most of them are just about pure physical strength, but there’s also the softball throw. And if you go after me—”

“Then you can use your quirk!” Izuku gasped as the realization hit her. “The ball will still be weightless, I can get a good score, and hopefully that’ll keep me out of last place!”

“Not too loud!” Ochako whispered back. “But yeah, exactly. Good luck.”

“You too,” came Izuku’s response, and the two of them smiled and nodded at each other before turning forwards to face the tests.

The first few activities were ones which Izuku was woefully unprepared for. Despite her many months of physical training to get in, she had somewhat let her exercise training go by the wayside since the exam, and what she had done was mostly dealing with heavy weights; general athletics were still somewhat beyond her, and even her performance in grip strength was far outmatched by her many classmates with actual strength-enhancing quirks. Plus, all the while, her teacher stood by with a clipboard and recorder, making occasional comments to himself about the students’ performance - ostensibly to himself, but they were very much audible, and had a tendency to throw her off.

“Denki Kaminari… powerful but with little versatility. Needs better control of her quirk. Koji Koda… some natural talent, but he definitely has room to improve. Makoto Mineta… good at adapting, but she lacks the raw ability of others.”

It was thinking about how she had yet to hear any comments about her own name that she suddenly found herself waiting in line behind Ochako at the sixth test of eight - the softball throw. Izuku tapped her on the shoulder, and her friend nodded in response and flashed a thumbs up.

Before whoever was first in line managed to step up to the plate, though, Katsuki jumped out from the middle of the line and ran into place. Aizawa raised no protest, only saying to him, “Anything inside the circle is acceptable.”

Taking full advantage of the freedom, Katsuki picked up the ball from the center and - swinging it around his body a couple of times - sent it flying into the distance with a barrage of explosive sparks which nearly pushed him off his feet. Even from near the back of the line, Izuku had to cover her ears and close her eyes, but she opened them just in time to see the ball land off on the other side of the field, a few hundred meters away.

“Seven hundred and six point two meters,” he noted, again suspiciously loudly. “Next.”

Izuku noted reassuringly that as the next student - a girl with long, teal hair, who seemed to be crouching? - took Katsuki’s place, the ball rolled across the field of its own volition, stopping just inside the circle again. This plan might actually work.

Almost before she knew it, it was just her and Ochako left in line. Ochako’s throw was almost effortless: a light touch and an underhand toss sent the ball flying gently across the field, and then over the fence, to be completely out of sight. Aizawa’s recorder, unable to process what had happened, simply read out ‘infinity’.

And then it was Izuku’s turn. The ball rolled up to her and she grabbed it and pulled it to her chest - thankfully, still weightless. Preparing herself for as strong a throw as she could muster, she stretched out her arms, swung the ball around as much as she could manage, and—

“Stop.” Suddenly raising his voice was enough for Aizawa to completely startle Izuku, knocking her off balance and causing her to fall to the floor. The ball, just outside the circle, sent a beep which Aizawa read off as, “Zero point one meters.”

“Wh-what’s wrong?” The crowd of students, normally at this point casually conversing by the start of the next test, had gone completely silent, and Izuku felt as though all eyes were on her - and that one of those pairs of eyes was glowing a bright red.

Aizawa glared directly at Izuku as he spoke. “I know your type. Super strength quirk. Your results in the previous tests have been mediocre to bad. And now you wish to prove yourself by going all out on this test, even though that will no doubt injure you the same way it did in the exam.” She glanced awkwardly into the crowd, trying to escape his gaze, but found only more staring eyes - including Katsuki, whose face was fixed in a grimace.

“I refuse to let you destroy yourself for the sake of this test. Do it again, but without your quirk.”

Izuku looked up into Aizawa’s ruby stare, and suddenly a wave of comprehension hit her. “Y-you’re Eraserhead! You can erase quirks!” she shouted, filled with awe at having met a professional hero.

None of the other students reacted, though, and Aizawa merely repeated, “Do it again,” so Izuku felt obliged to stand back on her feet. There was no way she could do this without a quirk—

Wait. Her quirk was being erased. But Ochako’s wasn’t. And she was Quirkless.

Expression determined, she matched his gaze again, and then turned and threw the ball - sending it flying into the distance, out of sight.

“That wasn’t necessary, and you know it. Scaring your students isn’t any way to run a class.”

“One thousand, six hundred, and twenty eight point four meters,” Aizawa read off, and then walked off to the start of the oval track - but not before giving Izuku a faint but unmistakable nod as he passed.

Overcome with excitement, she rushed towards Ochako and very nearly wrapped her arms around her, before stopping herself awkwardly with an “Oh, sorry, I, uh…” - at which point Ochako responded by giving a hug of her own.

“That was awesome!” she shouted. “The— the throw, and the way you stood up to Aizawa, I— that was really cool.”

Izuku returned the hug for a couple of seconds, then pulled back. “Well, I mean,” she stuttered, “I couldn’t have done it at all without you helping me.”

“Yeah, but you still did it! And in the coolest possible way, too; I bet he thinks you broke his quirk somehow.” Ochako beamed as she spoke, and Izuku couldn’t help but offer her own smile. At that, she turned around to head towards the rest of the students, yelling, “Come on! We’ve got laps to run.”

Izuku paused for a moment, deep in thought, then shook herself out of it and bounded after her.

“I only told them the truth. Those who have no potential do not belong here.”

In lieu of a verbal announcement of the scores, Aizawa simply stood in front of the group after the last test and turned around his clipboard. “It would take too long to explain everything,” he said, “so I’ll just show you the results.” Izuku squinted to find her own name, but couldn’t find it, until—

Right at the bottom. ‘Izuku Midoriya. 20th place.’

Before she even had time to react to what that meant, Aizawa continued, “By the way, when I mentioned that I would expel the student with the worst performance… That was a lie. None of you are being expelled. Now, I would recommend you get changed into your regular uniforms and head to your next class now.” With that, he simply walked away, placing the clipboard on the ground where it was quickly picked up by the crowd of students swarming around where he used to be.

“I’m still here,” Izuku tried to say, but it came out as more of an incredulous gasp than anything else.

Ochako walked up next to her and put an arm over her shoulders. “You sure are,” she said, with somewhat more than a giggle. “I can’t wait to be classmates with you.”

“I was merely of the opinion that they all had potential.”

When Katsuki caught up with her as the two of them were walking to their next class, Izuku wasn’t sure what to expect. She hadn’t spoken to him since before the exam, and honestly didn’t know if he had recognized her.

“Hey, Deku, how have you been? It’s been a while since middle school, huh?” At that, Izuku had to stop and turn to face him, as the rest of the class headed on through the hallway. He usually wasn’t this openly friendly, but maybe today was a good day?

“Oh, yeah, it’s uh— it’s going well.” Hopefully, this would just be quick pleasantries, and then she could get back to—

“So. How does it feel?”

Izuku had no idea what he was talking about. “H-how does what feel?”

Katsuki mockingly tilted his head to the said as he replied, “Oh, you know. Just all that guilt from lying to all these people.”

His words felt like a stab to the chest; Izuku couldn’t even respond, and only stared in silence while he continued. “Listen, I know you’ve got dreams or whatever, and that’s great. But either you’ve got some amazing quirk you’ve been hiding for years so you can show up in a dress and do better than me, or you tricked the entire school into thinking you’re better than you are so you can have fun in your fantasy land.”

“I— I—” Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

The malice in his voice now completely laid bare, Katsuki tore into her. “I don’t care which one it is. I don’t even care about the whole—” He paused, and just waved his hand in her general direction. “The whole that thing. But if you think you can come in here and make me look like an idiot in front of everyone, think about the fact that I’ve got plans too, and I don’t need them ruined by someone who can’t even take himself seriously.”

He reached a hand over to her and patted her condescendingly on the shoulder. “Have a great day, Izuku,” he said, turning around and walking off down the hall and around the corner.

She had never liked her old nickname, but it never sounded as poisonous as her real name did coming out of his mouth just then for the first time in ten years.

#talking always yes lots of reading #ok to rebagel #bnha #tv: my hero academia #this is the best chapter of my fic so far by far y'all should maybe... read it #ahbos

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I know this is super unoriginal, but how about a boom!sonamy mistletoe story?

(x) Permission was given by artist! If you’re an artist or have artists friends who would be fine with letting me use their art for ‘Preview Images’ for my stories, please let me know! I would be very grateful!!!

I don’t think it’s unoriginal, I have done one before, but that was years ago… So I’ll try and write a new one this time XD

Prompt:

All was adorned with decorations and fun.

Leafs on trees had fallen off slowly, but Amy had excitedly waited for her perfect snow day.

That way…

Sonic couldn’t escape!

She squee’d as she pushed her muzzle up against the glass of her warm home, hearing that a mysterious wind had brought a great cold to the usual tropical island.

Excited about this change, she purchased a traditional tree and even… a silent, but hopeful mistletoe to work some holiday magic!

Eggman… on the other hand, hated this cold front.

Amy smiled and closed her eyes, feeling the cold of the window seep onto her nose and give her a thrilling chill of the freezing degree of the world outside…

Eggman huddled near a fire he man-made and coughed at the smoke, not able to open a window or having made plans to make a chimney. He was bundled up, but still freezing…

“Confound it all!” He threw his blanket down, looking fat with layers of clothes, stacked hats, and mittens all toppled over the other in a frantic attempt at staying warm. “This hunk of metal grows cold just by a sneeze! Now we’ve got this miserable weather abnormality… HA-CHU! -sniff-… Cold moves right through me too… What luck! I can’t even attack Sonic today like I planned without freezing half to death!”

Eggman imagined him in his icy eggpod, floating over the battlefield while rubbing his arms, his teeth chattering, and the team having a snowball fight to destroy his robots.

He shook his head, snapping out of it. “I HATE the cold…” His eyebrows dipped sinisterly down, before striding the best he could with a wedgie and so many layers that it was almost impossible to move right with them all on.

He moved over to his microwave, took it out, and examined it. “Hmm… If I could cause a huge heat wave to this cold front… I could create enough force to melt the snow and bring our warm weather back.” He planned out loud in his head, but Cubot and Orbot looked at each other.

Finally, Orbot boldly moved forward, meekly rubbing his hands together, “But… wouldn’t that cause a wind speed conflict? Something like a-“

“Tornado!!!” Cubot flung his arms up, spinning around frantically as Orbot looked away from him, spiraling off behind him, and shook his head with slanted, disapproving eyes.

“Hmm… still a good plan to take out the island’s inhabitants… And even Sonic!” He giddily yanked the cord out from the wall, not even giving it a second thought, “Boys! Get Steve on the line! We’re getting rid of this- winter. wonder. land.” He glared at each work spoken, moving slowly over the syllables as if to emphasise and stress his hatred for it.

Amy excitedly welcomed her friends in the door, looking up constantly at the mistletoe and moving them discreetly away from it as they came in.

“Hello, how are you-Woop! Watch out, ice puddle. Hello, Sticks- Ah! To your left more,… perfect! Welcome in~ Knuckles, happy to see you- Wah! Watch your step, buddy. SONIC!” after moving them in and dodging them standing under it, Amy happily blocked the entrance of her home from Sonic, who abruptly halted from the fast-paced line being suddenly interrupted in its flow and simply just waved.

“Oh, uh… Hiya, Amy! What’s up? It was really awesome of ya to open your house for us… less fortunate… haha.” He hunched down a little, putting his hands together as he smiled weakly up at her. His home was not ‘properly built’ for anything ‘cold’. So Amy’s ‘Snow Party’ was very much welcomed when she mentioned it would be hosted in her warm abode.

Amy giggled, thrilled to introduce him to a traditional Christmas gag, but waited for him to step under it.

“Umm…” he rubbed his arm, then shifted his eyes to the right. “M-may I come in?” He was freezing, and asking felt a little weird but Amy wouldn’t budge…

She blinked her eyes, expecting him to move closer. “Sure.” But she didn’t move.

He rose an eyebrow, before looking behind him and seeing the snows swirl with such power, the wind blasting them in its wake, and clearly, a horror-scene was waiting to happen…

A Sonic Snowman was about to be formed…

He gulped and looked back to Amy, “Hey! I’ll freeze to death out here!” He finally stated, trying to move past her but she blocked his way time and again.

“O-oh, I’ll just step backwards then..” She tried to not make it obvious… but stepped precisely behind the mistletoe.

“Phew, finally…” Sonic got one foot to the rim of the door’s bottom frame when Amy cried out in glee.

“You’re under the mistletoe!”

“The what?” Sonic felt his legs start buckling up from the cold, his back shivering, and finally… his ears growing numb along with his cheeks.

The gang inside, happy and warm, were taking off some layers of clothes before gasping and looking back at the door.

“You say you found the missing toe?” Sticks, completely intrigued, peered over from the couch.

“No, not a toe!” Amy looked disgusted by her misinterpretation, before pushing Sonic gently back out the door. “If a boy and a girl are under the mistletoe during a white snow day… that means… well, especially on Christmas anyway… actually, it’s a tradition that all started with-“

As Amy dragged on, explaining, Sticks started snoring, becoming absolutely uninvolved now that the topic was less to her liking. Sonic began to see ice forming on his nose, his teeth clattering as he held himself, his lips becoming blue.

“I really need to come in, can you tell me about it later?” He had no idea what she was talking about, nor why she was so passionate about it. But right now, his mind was in survival mode.

He needed to get in now!

“O-oh, right. So that means you have to-!” She lifted her arm and closed her eyes for a split second, and with that moment, Sonic dashed to the fire and skid on his frozen knees, swiping off his scarf and basking in its glow.

“WARM ME!” he cried out, demanding the fire to obey him as he bent his back all the way back and sighed out a long-winded breath at the immediate warmth he received.

“Ahhh… that’s it. Thank you.” He then turned to see Amy’s eye twitching.

She slammed the door shut. “You can’t get out of a Christmas tradition!” she complained.

“But I was dying! I still can’t really feel my lips!” Sonic pointed to them, before moving to the fire and rubbing them, making a silly sound with them.

“Ugh, I could have helped with that…” Amy groaned to herself, leaning on the door and folding her arms, pouting.

Her plan had failed… not surprisingly… but maybe she could get him before he left…

Suddenly, the snow was flooding the house through the cracks from the door frame and around the home, as a terrible heat wave was creating countless tornados and hurricanes!

After some Christmas fun, the team was ripe and ready to rumble but had to take off their extra layers, sweating from the new heat.

“I can’t believe… he’d ruin the island’s first real snow day.” Tails complained, wiping his forehead and taking off his heavy jacket.

“That fiend..! He’s killed Larry!” Knuckles mourned the loss of his crudely made snow-castle, having given it a smile, a carrot nose, and two bead eyes that stared into your soul.

It began to melt away… as he leaped towards him and carried to giant handfuls into Amy’s home, stuffing them in the freezer. “I won’t abandon you, Larry! Not now! Not ever!”

“My home!” Amy cried out, “Why is it you guys always trash it!?” She placed her hands on the sides of her cheek, before seeing a massive wave carry through her home, knocking her friends and her down.

But worst of all…

“The mistletoe!”

She rose up to see the stream of warm water carrying her precious tradition down to town.

She raced frantically after it, as Sonic was climbing dead trees to stay out of the water.

“Ah! Amy!” He saw her getting caught in the stream and glared at Eggman. “Hey! The snow isn’t all that bad, Egghead! Why’d you have to ruin everything!?”

Eggman sat with a long-bathing suit from older times and sipped some tropical drink with an umbrella in his Eggpod, soaking up the sun.

“Ah~ Nothing like a good tan, some sauna steam, and an annoying hedgehog complaining in your ear~”

“Grr…”

After taking down the machine, the team desperately looked for Amy, who had also taken out some water robots Eggman had sent to the village.

When she counteracted the tornado with her own hammer spinning, the other wind currents turned cold once more, and no more formed after that…

She reached desperately up to a roof for her mistletoe, having followed it with absolute faithfulness, but felt her foot slip on some melting ice and start falling.

“AHH!!!”

“Got’cha!” Sonic raced up and grabbed her, smiling cheekily, “Miss me?”

“My mistletoe!”

“What’s so special about that herb, anyway?”

“Ohhh! If you would have let me finish! It means we have to-!”

She reached out for it, before pulling back and frowning at him, but the plant toppled off from the winds and smacked Sonic right on the lips.

“ACK!” He hacked and spat it down to hit Amy’s lips, where she took it off and held it out.

“Tastes terrible!” he coughed, but Amy blushed, realizing…

She shifted her eyes to Sonic and blushed more as she held the mistletoe up. “Does this make one more?”

“One more what?”

Before she could, Sonic turned his head to the others calling, and Amy aborted the mission when she noticed he didn’t see her attempt at a kiss.

She hid the mistletoe after that… played in the newly falling snow, and enjoyed the rest of the day.

She even let him go without complaint.

But apparently,… Eggman heard Sonic complaining about the plant and mentioned what it meant, and then snickered at thinking they may have kissed.

Sonic, embarrassed by the truth of Amy’s schemes, tried to avoid any plant that hung over his head for a full month! Still not really understanding what it truly meant…

(I’m not sure if the real show would mention ‘Christmas’ but if not- ‘snow day’ works too xD)

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