#3. why does it feel like no one remembered me

[star--stilinski]

Promised id be back w a few other ideas yesterday!! Anyway, too shy to not be anon on this but

Make up sex w stiles only bc u have some silly argument and the only way hell stfu abt ur stupid convo thats prob abt u not being careful enough or whatever is to just kiss him!! And then yeah. Feel like itd prob be really passionate and caring bc they dont even remember what they were arguing abt. Kinda notebook allie n noah inspired ig?? Anyways hope ur having a lovely dayy <3

(i stand in the rain, covered in mud and blood, panting on your front porch. all i hold in my hands is this stupid ass fic and the dead bouquet i bought for you in january before my quest began. i wipe my face on my sleeve.)

i fucking hated the notebook.

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it's been two days.

two whole days of not speaking.

you're going insane.

well, you're cleaning your room, really. but also going insane! how the fuck has stiles gone this long with no contact? can't he put his pride aside and admit he was wrong and just fucking talk to you again?!

you fold your clothes angrily, brooding alone in your room. it was one of those yelling fights where it ends with you slamming roscoe's door and stiles rubbing a hand over his mouth like a frustrated protagonist in a soap opera. you hate that stupid habit and how good his hand looks when he does it.

all because you want to fucking help!

god, he is such an asshole. all he cares about is keeping you safe and making sure you don't get hurt. a total asshole.

you're mad all over again, and grateful that you're home alone for once. you can be mad all over the house and play angry music and definitely not cry because you do not miss your stupid idiot boyfriend.

god, not even a fucking phone call?

you gather some of your freshly folded laundry into your arms and turn around to put it all away, only to catch a glimpse of a figure in your doorway. you scream, dropping your laundry and whirling around fully to asses the stranger.

and, of course, stiles leans on your doorframe with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.

"jesus, stiles!" you push some of your hair back, heart still thrumming from the scare. "you made me drop my laundry!"

"you're ignoring me." he deadpans. his voice is angry, low. "and you turned your location tracking off."

okay, maybe that was overboard. but you wanted him to worry. a little.

"i'm talking to you right now, aren't i?" you huff, gesturing to him before crouching down to re-gather your laundry and set it on your desk chair. "why do you need to have my location anyway? i'm not allowed to do anything or go anywhere by your standards."

stiles pushes off the doorframe, breaching into your room now. there's still a good distance between you as he kicks the door shut almost absentmindedly. "yeah, but that doesn't mean something couldn't take you. didn't i tell you about the kanima-"

"the kanima that took scott's mom hostage, yes. about a thousand times. and the time you got kidnapped with everyone around. and the murder-sacrifices when your dad got kidnapped." you whirl around to face him now, and he looks downright pissed. jaw clenched, eyes zeroed in on your frame, arms crossed over his chest and making his t-shirt pull tight. you take a step closer. "just because it's happened to others doesn't mean it'll happen to me."

"are you serious right now?" stiles starts up, heat flaring in his narrowed gaze. "i'm trying to keep you from getting killed, and that's your logic?"

"i should get to help just like you! you're human, no one's killed you!" your voice rises and you watch as stiles sucks in a deep breath. his arms unfold slowly and he starts to come closer to you, but you keep on. "so, what, just cause i'm weaker or something? you think i can't fend for myself? am i just some stupid damsel to you, stiles?"

he approaches you quicker, and you almost think for a moment he's going to embrace you or something. but he stops short and squints, like even assuming that is stupid. "that's not what i'm saying, but you're right. you wouldn't stand a chance against any supernatural strength. believe me, i've tried. they'd have you pinned down in a second."

"oh, really?" your tone takes on a challenge, and stiles' features seem to release a bit of tension at the sound, almost looking surprised. "i bet i could put up a fair fight against you. come on, stiles. don't you wanna prove i can't defend myself?"

his eyebrows shoot up now, and he literally scoffs. "what? seriously? i'm not gonna fight you. this is just proof to me that you can't throw yourself into this. you're careless."

oh, that'll do it. careless? careless?! you just cleaned your own room and folded your laundry and stiles has the audacity! to call you- you! careless!

"fuck you, stiles!" you shove his chest, but he must have a grounded stance because he doesn't move an inch. it only makes you more mad, and you want to make him move and yell and get as mad as you are so you don't start crying at how stupid this is and how much you just wanna kiss him, jesus- "fuck you, i am not careless!"

stiles seems to bite back words and swallow them, before catching your hands and twisting you around. he kicks your feet out from under you at the same time and takes you crashing into your bed as he pins you down, wrists above your head.

your breathing stutters before you struggle and resist, to no avail. his hold on you is terrifyingly strong, and you always forget how much he holds back when play-fighting you. with a huff, you go pliant under him and glare up at his stupid, stoic face.

"i told you," his voice is softer now; more patient, like he's satiated the beast. "they'd have you in a second."

"i want to help." you hate how your voice immediately matches his softness and how his lips part when yours do. how his legs are clamped around one of your thighs, holding you in place. how his hold on your wrist is still iron-clad, but not painful. you hate it.

"and i'll let you." he gathers your wrists in one hand, using the other to push some hair back. "in time, yeah?"

"that's unfair."

"right. and so is this body," stiles swallows, glances down. "up against a superpowered monster."

"but you-"

"seriously, i'm not gonna argue about this anymore. you know i'm right, baby."

well, that is just offensive.

and true.

you realize you're pouting too late, and stiles' brows draw together. "you gonna listen to me, or do i have to make you?"

"stiles," you go to roll your eyes and turn your face away because seriously, that's ridiculous. you're arguing, not engaging in foreplay.

before you can mumble some halfhearted agreement, stiles uses his free hand and guides your chin to face him again. "i don't understand why you're being so difficult. i'm trying to protect you."

"i know," you push him off of you and he lets it happen, rolling onto his back as you sit up to run a frustrated hand through your hair. "but you don't let me do anything. you didn't let me do anything."

your correction is a clear pointer to the start of the whole argument. stiles practically dragging you out of a fight you were certain you could win. you had a crowbar and three energy drinks on your side, and you were against a beta. the bitch of the pack!

which is exactly what you felt like when he locked you in roscoe like a kid.

"i don't want you to feel like you can't do anything," stiles' hand lands on your knee and he squeezes gently. "you help me out all the time when it comes to the mental stuff. but i refuse to..."

stiles falters, sits up. for a long minute, neither of you say anything or face each other. stiles sniffles and it catches your attention, so you turn your face to find him teary-eyed, lips pressed together. his eyes are glued to your bedroom floor. when he speaks again, his voice trembles. "i can't let anything happen to you. too many people have died because of my carelessness."

you open your mouth to protest, but stiles cuts in.

"you will not be one of those people."

the silence after that statement is like a weighted blanket over the two of you. your eyes dip to the floor, acutely aware of how uncharacteristically still stiles is beside you. during your arguments in the past, he would ramble and raise his voice and gesture with his hands. if he would sit, like you two are now, his knee would shake your bedframe with its constant bobbing.

but.

since everything...

he's completely still.

stiles' hand finds yours on the edge of the bed. just his pinkie, overlapping yours.

"i'm sorry."

you turn to face him.

"i shouldn't have yelled. i should've let you... decide. if you wanted to help. i just..."

"i know." you hush him, avoiding his eyes as you search for the right words. "i know, stiles. but you have to understand that watching people get hurt and not doing anything is infinitely worse for me than getting hurt."

"but watching you get hurt when i could've done something- it- it- it tears me up inside, baby. it makes my throat hurt and my stomach drop and it makes me violent towards anyone who would get in my way to get to you. it makes me crazy." he claws at his own chest, like he's trying to grab his heart. his head dips down so he can meet your eyes, and he's crying. stiles is crying at just the thought of you getting hurt.

you gently grasp his hand, the one gripping his t-shirt at the chest. it relaxes slightly.

"stiles," you breathe.

he exhales, his chest falling under both your hands. his watery eyes flit between yours. his lips part to breathe in.

"i'm not going anywhere."

the room stills, and for a long moment, the two of you just look at one another.

but then stiles caves, hands sliding from your own to grasp your wrists softly, pulling you into him. he catches your lips with his own and wraps your arms around his neck, giving you leeway to run your fingers through his wild hair. as you tilt your head and kiss him gently, his hands run up your back and press you into him, both of you inhaling the other like a drug.

stiles rumbles out a groan when you slide your tongue against his, and you flutter your eyes open just slightly to see what its like to be wanted by him.

his brow is scrunched, clearly still troubled by everything. but his eyes are squeezed shut and he kisses with a fervor as he runs his hands all over you. stiles claws at your shirt until you realize he's pulling you into his lap, and you comply quickly.

he pulls back from the heated kiss just to marvel at you. there are tear streaks down his pretty face, and you cup his cheeks with both hands to swipe them away gingerly.

"i'm scared." he confesses, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch.

you tilt your head and lean down to kiss his cheeks, his eyebrow, his nose. he sighs, and you feel him relax under you. "what are you scared of?"

stiles cups one of your hands over his face. "i'm scared you're going to get hurt. it's all my fault you're involved in this, anyway."

"they're my friends too. i'm glad i'm involved. and i'm tough, a little scratch and bruise won't hurt me."

"it'll hurt me."

"oh," you click your tongue and kiss his lips quickly. "you'll live."

stiles' eyes snap open suddenly, and he smiles with a vengeance. his hands land on your waist and he flips the two of you suddenly, landing with your knees on either side of him and his hands propping him up above you.

"don't patronize me. i'm still right." he kisses your neck, nudging your hair out of the way with his nose. you tilt your chin back and let him explore, and his lips move against your skin when he speaks again. "and i really am worried. i can't have another close call like that."

you find the back of his head and grip a handful of hair, tugging him back to look at you. "stiles, there are werewolves with teeth and claws running around fighting each other. close calls is basically our whole job description. now shut up about who's right and kiss me."

stiles rolls his eyes like it's a hassle to fulfill your request but his lips suggest otherwise. he kisses you like it's the last time he'll ever do it, and now you know why he does that.

because he's afraid it might be.

as the two of you shed your clothes, he spends a lot of time just looking at you. touching you. not touching you touching you, but caressing your stomach, gripping your thighs. he stares at you with glassy eyes and an open mouth when you run your hands over his chest, and kisses you harder when your hand slides into his boxers. he can't keep his eyes off you. when you sit up and unclip your bra rather unceremoniously, stiles begins speaking.

"you're beautiful." he breathes, pulling the fabric down your arms and tossing it away. "so pretty."

his eyes can't pick whether he wants to marvel at the newly exposed skin or your shy face, but his lips make the decision for him as he kisses your breasts lightly.

"i love you." he hums in the quiet of the room. your head tilts back and you sigh, feeling his tongue on your nipple. he blows on it teasingly and you whine in protest to the sudden coolness.

"i love you too, stiles." you catch his chin in your hand and he looks up at where you're kneeling. he's on his knees as well, bent over to focus on your tits and belly (which he has begun kissing his way down). you thumb his bottom lip and watch a sweet smile grow. his hands grip your waist tighter.

"let me apologize." stiles pulls you by the waist to lay back down, working your shorts and panties off easily. your thighs press together momentarily before falling open to make room for him.

"yes," you sigh. stiles' fingers run through your heated skin, slipping one inside you without resistance. he kisses your inner thigh and presses his cheek against it as he looks at you, eyes warm and affectionate.

as he begins working you open for him, he speaks, tilting his head so that you feel the words against the skin of your thigh. "you're dangerous for me."

"how... how so?" your breath is quicker as he builds your arousal almost casually, making your skin buzz with an electric warmth.

"i would do anything for you. anything to keep you safe. i almost killed that beta, the one from the other night. i don't know how, i just remember scott pulling me off his unconscious body."

your head falls against the pillows and you moan as his fingers pay attention to your needy clit. "stiles, please."

"yeah? like that?" he taunts, before his sinful tongue makes its way to where it should be anyway. he crooks his fingers at just the right spot just as he takes your bundle of nerves in his mouth, flicking it harshly with his tongue. your back arches slightly and you whimper pathetically.

he always gets you like this, one way or another. needing him. needing his hands, his mouth, his decisions. you know he likes it this way, having you in a puddle before he even gets himself inside. but he always finds a new way to do it, so it always catches you off guard.

your eyes squeeze shut as he works you closer to the edge. the noises you make are only as loud as the noises he's making, since you're kind of embarrassed how quickly things went from arguing to this. wait, you guys were arguing?

he has you coming on his tongue mere seconds later. his eyes are on you when it happens, you can feel the heat of his gaze. but he works you over until you're pushing him off, tugging on his boxers. asking for more, just a little more, please.

he complies. he always does.

stiles rocks into you gently at first, but quickly finds a cadence that leaves both of you stupid for each other. his hands are tangled in your hair, mouth kissing on your neck in between love-drunk praise.

"god, you feel perfect. i swear you were made for me."

"just like that. yeah, you're so good. fuck."

"y-you're, jesus christ, you're gonna make me come, baby. you wanna come?"

you whine and arch under your boyfriend, scratching lightly on his naked back. he groans, rolling his hips into you slower than before. your eyes squeeze shut right as his pop open, examining you beyond his own pleasure. "it doesn't hurt, does it? you okay? hey, look at me."

stiles almost comes to a full stop before you open your eyes, blinking up at him through blurry vision.

"you're... you're crying. why are you crying?" his thumb swipes at your cheek. you didn't even notice. his eyes fill with panic as you stare at him, dumbfounded by your own tears. he sucks in a breath and his eyes glance down at where you're connected. he seems like he's about to cut it off right as you were on the edge, so you grab his wrist.

"i'm- i'm alright, stiles. i just... i really love you. i don't want you to be scared."

and he looks at you.

oh, he looks at you.

for the longest moment, stiles just stares down at you with a mouth hung open and his dick still in you like an idiot.

"i..." he mumbles, blinking. a tear falls from his eye onto your cheek, mixing with your own half-dried tears. you watch his eyes fill with more waterworks, and he does nothing to compose himself.

you don't either.

you and stiles lay there, connected in every sense, tears silently slipping down your faces. he leans down after a long moment and kisses away the wet that he dripped onto your cheeks. you thread a hand through his hair soothingly.

"i love you so much." he whispers, rocking his hips again. as he resumes what he started, stiles is endlessly showering you in kisses and overwhelming affection. "i'm yours."

"i'm yours." you repeat, feeling yourself reach that peak quicker than before. the look on stiles' face tells you he's at the same point.

"i love you, stiles." you whisper against his lips, pulling him down just enough to kiss you. that's when the chord snaps between you, both of you gasping and moaning softly. stiles keeps going until after you yourself have come down, his own orgasm not even being his own focus.

he buries his face in your neck and collapses on top of you, soft but still inside of you. your arms wrap around his shoulders.

"you did your laundry." he murmurs into your neck.

"yeah. i was kinda mad you didn't notice."

he lifts himself barely just to look at your teasing smile. scoffing but donning a smile of his own, he falls back into the crook of your neck. "i noticed. i've always, y'know, noticed."

your stomach swoops in a girly kind of way at the implication. he lifts himself up and slides out of you gingerly, mumbling a half-hearted apology when your face scrunches. "i was hoping you'd stay for a bit."

"i know you hate being all sweaty and leaking onto your sheets, though."

"ugh, don't say leaking. and this isn't gross to me. come here."

you pull stiles back on top of you and he takes you into his arms, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face as you grin. you laugh and push his hair back, looking up at him just to admire. he does the same down at you.

"i love you." you whisper.

"i love you." he returns the words with equal meaning, leaning down to kiss your smiling slips.

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hashtag not proofread i am rawdogging it like you and stiles just did in this really crappy fic also hi did ya miss me

[numbersq-blog]

Can you make a part 3 of the Lilly Batson one? I feel like after she throws the ice cream both Lilly and Superman would apologize for a few minutes and saying, oh it’s not your fault it’s mine. They both say that

A New beginning

Part three of genderbent Captain Marvel

No one said a word, no one moved a muscle. Superman laid on the ground, Rocky Road ice cream cone all over his face.

Lilly was going through all the stages of grief, Clark was taken aback by the speed that which the ice cream was thrown and in general that he got ice cream thrown at him.

Captain Marvel (Lilly’s thoughts): “OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD”

Zeus: “oh gods”

CM: “SHUT UP”

Solomon: “calm down calm down, le-“

CM: “WHAT AM I GOING TO DOOOOOO”

Hercules: “wipe his memory”

Mercury: “yes! Quick now!”

CM: “I CAN’T WIPE HIS MEMORY, WHAT IS WRONG-“

Atlas: “ knock him out conscience, wipe away the ice cream and run!”

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Superman laid on the ground still taking it back, the rocky road ice cream melts into his hair. He pushes himself to sit upright, the ice cream cone falls onto his chest and then his lap.

The brown chocolate ice cream covers his face, hair, and his hope symbol.

Clark stared at Captain Marvel, who also looks shocked and sort of in a dazed.

Superman (thoughts): “what do I do, what do I say, should I leave”

Clark had lots of reaction when he went to heroes to ask him to join the justice league. He was not met with this type of reaction before it did not know how to respond.

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Both heroes sat in silence for one minute, gathering their thoughts on what to do next their faces of shock and confusion did not leave.

Superman: “I’m sorr-“

CM: “IM SO SOOOORRRRY”

Clark was hoping for an apology, but he did not expect Captain Marvel to burst into tears

SM: “oh no oh no oh nononono, this not your fault you were obviously going through something, and I may have pushed you over the ledge”

Achilles: “see he forgives you now let’s please stop the crying, find out why he’s here”

Literally had to stop crying, but her sniffles remained. She moved her hands to her face to wipe away her tears to gain some composure.

Superman also brought his hands to his face to try to wipe away some of the ice cream

CM: “ here, let me, niats etalocohc ffo naelC”

Superman‘s face and suit are now clean.

SM: “thank you”

Solomon: “perhaps it would be the right time to ask why he is here”

CM (out loud): “ oh yeah”

Superman: “?”

Lilly redden a little when she realize that she talked out loud.

CM: “ why are you here, Mr. Superman?”

Superman: “ you know my name”

Clark had introduced himself as Superman, but he didn’t thy that she had actually heard that part since when he was trying to talk to her it looks like she wasn’t comprehending anything he was saying till he accidentally mispronounce her name

CM: “ of course you are a founding member of the justice league, correct?”

SM (trying to hold back a fangirl squeal): “yEs”

Marvel was a bit surprised at the voice change, but gave him a gentle smile nonetheless.

CM: “ sorry about the ice cream once again. I shouldn’t have thrown it at you. I was just..just…… tired”

CM: “ I know I shouldn’t complain or cry about spilled milk when there are thousands of people going through worse things, but I am so so tired”

CM: “ it’s not just the name thing that gets me irritated. It’s the fact that I do so much yet it seems unnoticed. I have stopped the world from going into wars or descending into chaos, I’m not looking for praise for that, but……..”

CM: “ I just wanna break…… I wanna remember who I was before I was Captain Marvel but does that me a bad person?”

SM: “no…. I know how you feel… there’s so much to carry and at times it feels like if you drop the ball that’s it, you are no longer everyone’s hero. It can get overbearing fast having no one to share anything with but Captain Marvel you’re not alone”

Superman gets off the ground and holds out a hand to Marvel, who accepts.

SM: “ I am Superman, last son of Krypton from the House of El, Kal-El is my name and I wish to welcome you, Captain Marvel into the Justice league”

Superman will still holding her hand floats a little

SM: “ do you accept?”

.

.

.

Captain Marvel: “Yes”

SM (smiling): “ there are a few people I wish for you to meet”

Superman let’s go of her hand and begin to fly to the Watch Tower with Captain Marvel following after him.

[constellama]

guess who’s thinking about the parallels between jarthur and arkayne after that last episode !!! ME so prepare for a long ramble

So I already made a post about how I think John killing every version of Arthur in the dark world was out of resentment. To me, it very much parallels my interpretation of Kayne killing and torturing other living version of Arthur out of love.

Both John and Kayne have complicated feelings about Arthur. Personally I don’t think it’s something we can understand because I don’t think their emotions are fully human. Kayne kills Arthur out of love because that’s just how he shows his affection. He’s obsessed. He spends so much of his time centered around Arthur, finding ways to make him his or call him home, that it gets pushed to a uh, rather gory extreme. And then there’s John. John can already call Arthur a home. He can call him a friend. But without Arthur, with it being partially Arthur’s fault he was sent back to the dark world, I think part of his way of showing affection was by mirroring Kayne’s. Sure he was still killing Arthur out of hatred and resentment, but eventually there must have been that longing to see him again. I mean the bone cathedral is proof of that !! He used parts of Arthur to mimic the feeling of sharing a body with him again !! That longing for Arthur again, it’s the reason why he asked for Kayne’s help in the first place.

I’ve always seen jarthur and arkayne separately kind of as foils. John and Arthur are narrative foils in their own way, and Arthur and Kayne are narrative foils in their own way. But with the reveal of what John did in the dark world, I think John and Kayne can also be narrative foils. They’ve both killed countless Arthur’s, but while Kayne does it out of love or some reason that’s arbitrary, John did it out of hate and a very calculated reason. They’re two sides of the same coin, in a way.

Additionally: I think it might’ve been during the interview, but it was mentioned that the butcher is a character who parallels Arthur in the way that Arthur is afraid of ending up like him. I think this is the case for John and Kayne. The both of them are very similar, but I think John looks at Kayne and hopes he never ends up like him, because that would be like being the king again, like falling back and losing his humanity again. But now because of what he did in the dark world, and especially because Kayne knows about it, he’s a lot more similar to Kayne than he wants to be.

And then there’s the orchestra. The greatest show of Kayne’s love, the greatest show of John’s guilt, and the greatest way for Kayne to taunt John. Obviously the orchestra was meant to disconcert both Arthur and John, but honestly I think it was meant to horrify John way more. It was like Kayne throwing John’s sins back in his face, a choir of flesh made entirely of Arthur, a direct compliment to John’s own cathedral of bone. In a way, it could have been Kayne saying “you’re just like me. you’re love for Arthur is just like mine.”

What is the most crazy to me now is that everything Kayne said in intermezzo was partly referring to THIS. Remember when he said that him and Arthur are alike? That’s because he knows that in the vast infinity of the universe, Arthur is, in a way, unique. The only one of his kind, just like him. Obviously him being “special” to Kayne is in part the Manager’s doing, but Kayne doesn’t know that. To Kayne, it could be fate that they’re both the only one of their kind, the same kind of special. John practically did him a favor. Even if it’s not the same as every living version of Arthur being dead, they still parallel each other in some twisted way.

In short, the bone cathedral is like the final bridge between jarthur and arkayne to me and I’m absolutely losing my mind about it. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk <3

[fan-burns]

So I finished Rescue Bots (yes, it took forever, no I will not elaborate) and ho boy you’re gonna love this.

So remember this post? About Mr Steve Blum Heatwave Burns the Firetruck Bot Guy? Well, as I’ve said in a reblog of that post, it goes deeper. We got two parts to this, but I’ll keep them brief.

To start, take a look at these screenshots and tell me what you notice. Or better yet, tell me what you remember about each of them.

The first screenshot is from the season 3 finale, specifically the moment that the quantum crystal gets fucked by Zeus, which then activates the Reactaline and sends the island straight to Antartica. Of course, Heatwave is the one to hold the damn thing before dropping it.

Our second screenshot is from Spellbound (a personal favorite of mine), where Heatwave trips, sends a rock down the cliff, and destroys Boulder’s phone. Of course, it’s Heatwave that nearly falls and is inadvertently responsible for foiling Pinch’s plans. Had he not fallen, the town would’ve been hypnotized for who knows how long.

Then there’s Sky Forest, where Heatwave says something along the lines of “Something feels wrong” right before the forest turns into a scene from The Happening 2 Electric Boogaloo. Hat drop, mic drop, down to the millisecond he says it, things go wrong.

Heatwave has, without fail, either been the catalyst for something happening or has predicted something. It doesn’t happen every time he’s on screen, but it’s frequent enough to take notice.

Here’s a screenshot from A Vigilant Town. It was established previously that the team had no idea what kind of security the underground vaults have, yet Heatwave, unprompted, pulls the fire extinguishers out and starts spraying the ground. He knew there were laser tripwires while the rest of the team (and Cody, who was the only one to get a glimpse at the vaults) didn’t. Dude had a hunch and went for it.

Then there’s his ability to gain a third form first try. Yes, the other bots do it later in season three, but that’s most likely a case of the infamous Aligned Continuity Unicron Singularity Calamity (tm), or a continuity error for the uninitiated.

Optimus even admits that this shouldn’t have happened. In his own words, very few have been able to do what Heatwave just did. It’s like Dave from down the street suddenly became a pro body builder on instagram overnight. It’s just impossible.

Yet Heatwave does it with little issue.

He even predicted Even and Myles in The Haunting of Griffin Rock. “Perfect for an ammeter thief.” A smaller example but definitely suspicious when looking at Heatwave as a whole.

Whatever is going on with Heatwave, it’s supernatural to some extent. Is he psychic? Is he a prophet? Does Optimus recognize his potential as a prime? Does he know something that Heatwave doesn’t? Is he planning something for him beyond the Training Center?

BUT SPEAKING OF FUTURES we get to Verne. And we get to the second part of this theory spitball.

Ever the mystery, Heatwave apparently has some magical destiny that the other bots don’t, one that’s important to Cybertron’s and Earth’s histories. The show completely leaves it unanswered, leaving everyone scratching their heads, and only adds to Heatwave’s weirdness.

Except we do see what Verne was referring to. We do get to see Heatwave make history…alongside his students.

Enter Citadel Secundus.

When Citadel starts transforming, the recruits are obviously freaking out. The ground is moving and they have no idea why. Heatwave, meanwhile, is calm. While it’s part of his job, he isn’t concerned about the situation in the slightest. Hell, he doesn’t even brace himself, he just stands next to the recruits like it’s a normal Tuesday. Then he drops the bombshell that this is a Titian.

Heatwave and the recruits have rediscovered a fucking Titian, a race of transformers thought to be completely wiped out. Metroplex was the last Titian that any Cybertronian laid eyes on, and he died sacrificing his energon to fuel the Arc in WFC. (Which is wild, considering that the Rescue bots do the same thing for Griffin Rock, but that’s for another post).

It fits perfectly. It explains why Heatwave is singled out from his teammates as having an important magical destiny. His teammates weren’t there when Citadel was woken up! It also explains why Verne was most familiar with Heatwave compared to the others. Heatwave would’ve likely shared Citadel’s story with Optimus and Cybertron after RBA. Hell, Heatwave even calls it a historic event, one that hasn’t happened in eons.

This next part is purely speculation on my part, but Heatwave’s reaction almost comes across as familiarity, like he’s seen a Titian transforming before, hence why he isn’t afraid or cautious. He knows that a Titian wouldn’t harm them.

We can use this to roughly pinpoint when Sigma 17 left Cybertron. It likely took off before the Rust Plauge, as that was when the Titians took off and colonies and Space Bridges were established. It also had to have been before the plauge because they’re still allowed to travel in space, and they likely used a space bridge to get to the Quintessa Quardrant.

Now if this is true, that would mean that Heatwave would’ve been around the same time Orion Pax was, since he was still an archivist when space bridges and the other colonies were established. He could be around Optimus’ age!

This show man.

[manuellawritesfiction]

No, I'm not in love | Joel Miller

pairing: jackson!joel miller x reader summary: Joel Miller was the one thing she swore she’d never fall for. But love has a way of slipping through the cracks, no matter how hard you try to shut it out. heavily inspired by no i'm not in love by tate mcrae! warnings: slow burn, angst, tension, age gap (not specified but Joel is older than reader), mentions of alcohol, jealousy, emotional repression, inner conflict, intimacy avoidance, painful ache of almost love series masterlist taglist: @marauvderss @missladym1981 @edenexisting <3

Chapter 3: Fine, I miss her.

Heavy breathes left Joel’s lips as he speedily walks away from your house. If he stayed 2 more seconds, he would’ve kissed you. And the would be so wrong.

You have a boyfriend, he's older than you, you’re a ray of sunshine, the town’s favourite flower girl. You reminded him of a sunflower, and he wasn’t surprised when he was the sunflower doormat at your front door, it was disgustingly cute, it was so you.

Joel is a man that needs no introduction, the vicious killer, a man with no morals.

What would he be doing with a pretty thing like you?

Joel thinks he’s a perverted old man to be attracted to someone like you. He promised himself he wouldn’t touch you. He promised himself that he wouldn’t corrupt someone as sweet as you.

He convinced himself that you wouldn’t look at him in that way, but when he went to grab that cookie and you didn’t pull away- the way you looked at him, eyes wide, your lips slightly parted, it was as if they were screaming for him to kiss them. You’re really making it hard for him to respect your relationship.

Joel was never in denial about his feelings about you, he knew he needed to have you the day he walked into that flower shop. The small glances you’d give him, when you tried starting a conversation with him, when you remembered things, he told you.

He swears you were made for him.

You made him feel things that he only felt before the outbreak. You were making his cold heart melt; you were convincing him to lower the wall he built around his heart. You made him feel normal, you made him feel not as bad as everyone says he is. He wasn’t stupid he’s heard the rumours, he sees how mothers shield their children from him but instead of running you’d smile with him.

“Do you think I can date someone younger than me?” He once asked Tommy.

“So, you wanna be someone’s sugar daddy?”

“No, you idiot” Joel says as he lets out a sigh: “i mean do you think I'll be able to handle someone younger than me, at my age?”

“Knowing you Joel, you probably can” Tommy responded before he took a sip of his water. Joel’s eyes immediately drifted to your shop. 

He remembers the night that convinced him that you felt something for him.

He remembers Jackson’s anniversary, he remembers the lights, the laughter, the alcohol burning his throat. He remembers you sitting with Maria at the bar. He remembers how pretty you looked under all the lights.

One thing that Joel will never admit is the fact that he has a very big ego its childish) he liked to win, he liked to come first.

Tommy might’ve been younger, but he beat Joel in more ways than one. He got a wife, a kid (RIP Sarah) a stable life in Jackson and what does Joel have? His grumpy moods and the memory of the life he had before the outbreak.

Joel would never say this to Tommy, but he envied his brothers life. Joel wanted that love and warmth too.

If Joel couldn’t beat Tommy in life he could beat him in patrols. Joel had the highest kill count in Jackson, and he liked that. He liked being number one.

He wasn’t sure if he woke up in a bad mood that morning or maybe it’s because Tommy was getting closer to passing his kill count, but today Tommy’s voice was irritating him. (He wouldn’t shut up about some soup maria made yesterday).

“Can you shut up?” Joel snapped as he looked at the surroundings hoping to spot some infected.

“Why?” Tommy asked.

“You talk too much”

“You’re just old, I need to make sure your ears work”

“Tommy please stop talking” Joel grumbles as he grips his pistol harder when he heard leaves rustle.

“I’ll shut up if you kill more infected than me today-”

Tommy could see how Joel’s posture immediately changed.

“-but if you lose you need to dance with Betty tonight”

Joel sighs. Betty.

She was a strange old lady that he knew had a massive crush on him. She always did her hair or wore tighter dresses if she knew Joel would be there. She wasn’t doing a good job at hiding her feelings.

“Fine” Joel mutters.

It was as if the gods were on Tommy’s side that day because he killed more infected than Joel (Joel almost vomited at the fact he lost).

Now here he was with Tommy and Maria laughing at him as he awkwardly smiled and danced with Betty. He kept glancing your way hoping you’d come over and talk to him.

Maybe you could take his gun and shoot him, he would love to die right now and seeing your face before he entered eternal darkness sounded heavenly.

When he looked up, he saw you looking at him and Betty. He’ll never forget the way your face dropped, how your bottom lip quivered. He watched you walk away and that was his biggest mistake.  He let you go.

He went home questioning: why would you react in such an emotional manner? maybe you saw something else that upset you, maybe it's because something was in your eye? Or maybe, just maybe you felt the same.

After that night Joel barley saw you. It was like you didn’t exist anymore. The rare occasions he did see you made no effort to interact, and it hurt him.

It hurt him deeply.

The wort day of his life was when he saw you and David in the store. He didn’t follow you (that’s a lie he did) he wanted to congratulate you on moving into a new place, maybe he could carve something for you (like a small bird or maybe a sunflower) so that you always had a piece of him.

When he saw David hug you, you hugged back, and you were smiling- he knew David asked you on a date and you probably said yes.  It made him sick. Joel couldn’t stand the thought of you with someone else, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it.

Yes, he’s never made a move, but he hoped the universe would see his desperation and give him a chance with you.

When you and David stated dating it felt like the world was ending all over again. He hated seeing you together, he hoped David would cheat on you so could leave, and then he’d swoop in and comfort you.

When the news broke that the two of you broke up a few days after he was there (Joel hoped maybe was the reason you broke) he was happy, so happy in fact he was smiling and greeting everyone. They all thought he lost his marbles, but he wasn’t ill he was in love.

You’re free from the clutches of David.

He thinks it was a Monday when he saw you sitting at the park. You didn’t look like someone who’s relationship just ended; you looked lighter, happier, free.

Since Joel was at your house, he’s been avoiding you. It’s been weeks since he saw you. He was afraid that if he looked at you for too long, he would confess. He would tell you everything and he wasn’t sure if you would be able to handle the truth.

How would he even start to explain his behaviour? How would he tell you that he almost kissed you while you had a boyfriend?

“Hi Joel “he heard you speak. He saw you looking at him with a small smile. He didn’t realize he was staring at you. What a fucking loser.

“Hi” he finally breathes before he walks towards you. He gently sits next to you his hands on his lap so that he doesn’t reach out and grab you.

“I don’t see you anymore” you point out.

“I’ve been busy” He lies.

“you’ve been busy, or you’ve been avoiding me?”

fuck you caught him.

“You broke up?” he asks for confirmation not answering your question.

You nod: “he’s said i was emotionally unavailable”

“Joel?” You whisper softly

Joel hums and he turns to you and sees you were already looking at him.

“Yeah?” he answers hesitantly.

“i think... I’m in love with you” you say in a whisper.

“no” he responds.

“What do you mean no it's how i feel”

Joel sighs and he shakes his head before he gets up: “you’re sweet but we can’t be together... I’m older and were opposites-“

You didn’t even let him finish before you get up and walk closer to him. Joel can hear his heart hammering in his chest; you were really close to him. So close that he could smell you.

“it would be selfish of me to date you... you have your whole life ahead of you” he finishes his sentence.

Your eyes fill with tears: “look at me and tell me you don’t feel the same” you whisper, your lip was quivering, tears were threating to spill from the eyes he could look at forever.

“I don’t” he lies as he looks to the ground.

“You know for someone who says that they’re not in love, you sure act like you are” you say sarcastically as tears begin to fall.

He doesn’t answer, instead he walks away from you This was for the best he decides as he walks away from you.

Or at least he thinks it is?

If it was why does his heart ache at the thought of you going home and crying? Why are his fists clenching in anger at himself for not telling you how he really feels? Why was he acting like a stupid teenager?

He made a fucking mistake, and the realization hit him. You were the one he wanted despite his insecurities. Joel wouldn’t be able to survive if he found out you moved on. He wanted you to be with him. Even if that means he’s being selfish.

Joel didn’t walk far from where the two you were talking earlier, he turned around hoping to meet your eyes, instead he was met with an empty park and his heart pounding out of his chest.

Fuck.

[carrie-tate]

It turned out that there were many more people who wanted to hear my headcanons, wow, I was very pleasantly surprised, thank you all!

‎I'll start with the fact that probably most (everyone) will agree with me that on a ship all sorts of skirmishes, fights, arguments, and other more peaceful ways of uniting the team are very common. Including tickling cases.

‎And of course, of course the main instigator of 99% of such cases is our beloved captain, aka Luffy, because, well, have you even seen this bundle of youthful energy? Who canonically wants his nakama to smile with him and for it to be fun first and foremost and then everything else? (Remember the arc before Drum Island and Chopper's appearance, when Nami got sick and Luffy was really worried that he couldn't make her laugh??? Best captain ever???)

‎This Idiotically Chaotic Good™ doesn't even need a reason to just jump on someone from his crew from behind, wrapping his arms around the unfortunate person four times and reaching his fingers everywhere he can. And he definitely laughs along with the one he tickles, with the most satisfied look

‎I think he and Ace had a lot of skirmishes, and until a short moment, Ace was the only one who was able to pin Luffy down and give him what he was serving (not that he would have minded much, of course)

‎Until Zoro showed up, the second one who was able to pin Luffy down as well (well, and Robin of course, how could we do without her)

‎I like that Luffy canonically ticklish ✨ the best moment of the entire anime I think ☝️✨ although it seems to me that his torso is more sensitive than his limbs, and overall he's somewhere around a 5/10 on the sensitivity scale.

‎Speaking of Zoro again, he's a solid 3/10 in this regard. And that's actually why he wins over Luffy. Whether it's years of training or a lucky genetic lottery, he practically doesn't react at all (excluding the shock of the captain's sudden attempts), except that he will smirk and bite his cheek, but nothing more.

‎But even with this advantage, he rarely gets involved in such fights until he is drawn in. He is more of a viewer, and only sometimes a very evil ler, capable of going too far.

‎If we go in order, then next we have Nami (I understand that every year I am more and more like her in terms of character, lol, I love her)

‎I think she shares one place with Luffy at 5-6/10, and probably he is the only one with whom she faces serious rivalry, but unlike Zoro, the navigator has it much harder, and she would rather give the captain a blow to the head than win the fight fairly.

‎Oh, and yes, she definitely fights and kicks very accurately, easily, with a squeal and sharply hits with her elbow or knee to someone who decides to suddenly grab her by the sides.

‎Well, everyone except Robin, who is the only one I think knows how to approach everyone and Nami is much more comfortable with her than with guys and she quickly turns into a cute giggling puddle.

‎Despite all his honest attempts, Usopp clearly did not survive ANY tk fight with Luffy, admitting defeat every time, already wheezing with laughter and slamming his hand on the deck boards. In my eyes, he is about 7/10 and he is hopeless

‎The only one he can cope with is Chopper. In front of him, he bragged that he is completely, well, not a drop, not a bit ticklish. Not at all. Until Luffy appeared behind his shoulder, immediately proving the opposite.

‎Well, yes, well, of course, of course I will proudly hang the first place in sensitivity on my favorite character as a medal for everything good. Sanji. 9/10 (I will still show some mercy by not putting 10/10, ho-ho)

‎And I have a clear headcanon that below the belt he practically does not ticklish (except maybe behind the knees). It's just... He constantly fights with his legs and generally does not spare himself in battles, it seems to me that there were so many bruises there that he hardly feels anything there.

‎But his hands, his arms are another matter, it seems to me that because he saves his hands for cooking, he is one of those who really cares for his hands (I'm sure he would agree to do a manicure with Robin and Nami, lol), which is why he is noticeably more sensitive there. Palms, underarms, ribs, neck, all this will make him fold in half

‎(He has the most charming laugh of the crew, namely... "Charmingly" charming, although he laughs differently when he flirts, when he is sarcastic at Zoro and when he's being tickled. In the latter, he clearly has a more youthful and open laugh, which he is even a little embarrassed about because it ruins his image of a flirty serious man)

‎Chopper! My child! Another charming canon!!! He is definitely squeezed very often, because he is all soft and cozy, and of course sometimes it comes to tickles and giggles. Like, seriously, who would resist and not do this???

‎Although I think he would grumble a lot about the fact that he is not a plush toy to be treated like that, although he would still love the attention and care from the team (he is just, well, he is a babyyy, oh my God, I am ready to protect him from all the problems of the world, aaaah) 8/10

And Robin, the mysterious madam with an equally mysterious ler vibe. She's the second after Luffy who's actually tested everyone (except Zoro, I guess) for ticklishness. Just for fun, I think she'd have do fun watching how the different crew members would react to a sudden poke in the side or a finger running down their spine.

‎As for her sensitivity, she's like Zoro, except she probably wouldn't even give Luffy or anyone else a chance to test it (she'd just notice his planning earlier and ruin all the fun by saying she saw it. And then pop-pop, the captain is already spinning around the deck and giggling heartily)

‎Something like that ✨ I hope I've satisfied your curiosity ^^

[speedywizardland]

⚠️ Content Warning: Toxic behaviors, possessiveness, manipulation, emotional instability.

Geum Seong-jae x Reader (Toxic Relationship Headcanons)

1. Possessive to the Core

Seong-jae doesn’t just like control—he needs it. You're not just his partner; you're his. Any perceived threat (friend, family, stranger) gets glared at or worse.

“Why were you smiling at him?” is a question that comes after even a casual interaction. He doesn’t trust anyone around you—and low-key doesn’t trust you either.

2. Emotional Whiplash

He oscillates between extreme affection and cold distance. One day, he's holding you like you’re the only thing anchoring him; the next, he ignores your texts for hours, only to say, “You were being annoying.”

It keeps you confused, always chasing the high of when he was soft with you.

3. Apologies Come with Strings

When he messes up (and he knows he does), his apologies sound sweet but come laced with guilt-trips: “I wouldn’t get so angry if you didn’t make me worry so much.”

He’ll buy you things—expensive ones—but it’s not about making you feel better. It’s about keeping you.

4. Jealousy Masquerading as Protection

He checks your phone “just to be sure.” He wants your location, always. He calls it worry, but he just can’t stand not knowing where you are.

“I’m the only one who actually gives a damn about you,” he tells you during arguments, as if love justifies obsession.

5. Pushes You, Then Pulls You Back

He’ll push you away in moments of vulnerability, saying cruel things, telling you to leave—but the second you try, he panics and love-bombs you.

The cycle is endless. Breakups turn into dramatic, messy reconciliations.

6. Uses His Reputation

People know not to mess with you—because you’re “Seong-jae’s.” It’s not comforting; it’s isolating. He loves that no one dares talk to you unless he approves.

Even when he’s not around, his name controls the room.

7. Low-Key Resents How Much He Loves You

In rare moments of honesty, he admits it: “You’re the only weakness I have. I hate that you can hurt me.” It sounds romantic, but it’s really a threat cloaked in vulnerability.

He’ll lash out when he feels too dependent on you—because he’d rather be feared than feel small.

8. He Never Lets You Forget

Fights don’t truly end; he’ll bring up past mistakes months later. “Remember that time you made me look stupid in front of my crew?”

Forgiveness is a performance—never true release.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Hello! Unfortunately, I am one of those people who is guilty of lumping Skyfire with Starscream and not doing much else with his character outside. I will admit I am only really familiar with his g1 and armada counterparts despite my 3 years of being back in the fandom. 😅

Seeing one of your posts, it made me stop to think about this fact, and I wanted to know if you could recommend what media you think is best for learning about Skyfire as an individual character?

Marvel Jetfire!! I love Marvel Jetfire sm! He was made by the Decepticons for evil and then has to deal with how different he feels from the Autobots, plus he was created on earth! Creating even more of a gap. Most of this is in the Marvel UK comics though, I remember US issue 10 is his first appearance, I have issue 11 on display, for the UK I don't remember the issues but hunt for the dinobots, perchance to dream, and my favorite: the gift are notable ones. I'd go to TFwiki Jetfires Marvel section to find the exact issues! I've only read a bit of IDW Jetfires plot but I like him, I do find it funny how he'll be like "why are you treating this robot I made with feelings and dreams" while also being a robot with feelings and dreams.

I'd like to preface this next part by saying that if you just wanted recommendations for more Jetfire to stop reading here, but if you really want to seperate them...

Honestly, I suggest going back to G1 and fire in the sky with a bit of a different mindset? This won't immediately unlink the two, it's just how I started.

I think a lot of people watch the episode because of their love for Starscream and they really want a character to love him despite of his flaws, so they fixate on that for just a moment, it seemed like there was a good character who actually tolerated him. But that comes with an expense for Skyfires character. He is a mech with an open mind, but in the end he will stick to what's right.

Even when Starscream was the only bot connecting him to his past long gone, he still defied him, even when he knew Starscream would retaliate for his disobedience, he would still refuse to shoot the enemies because he does not think it's right. Even when it costs him his life. He's a courageous guy with a strong sense of justice, I don't think I would have attacked the only person left from a world I once knew, especially after one day, for some strangers.

Now I'm not saying that this is the only way to interpret Skyfire! You can make him as loyal to Starscream as you want, fandom is for you! Even I will contradict his character sometimes, but I was not a Skyfire fan at all and only really started to like Skyfire as a character when I realized that the soft, forgiving image of Skyfire is only just the version that Starscream wanted under his control, and not Skyfire himself.

Here's a list of all of the episodes I can recall where Skyfire plays a big part, he doesn't interact with or mention Starscream after his first appearance: fire on the mountain (of course), plague of insecticons, attack of the autobots, and day of the machines

[factual-fantasy]

29 Asks! Thank you! :}} ☃️

No thoughts on it yet, I still cant afford it <:/

My idea was after the trio left Angel Island to go on their whimsical adventures, they came across a giftshop somewhere in the mountains.

I'm thinking Sonic and Miles found that hat and goofed around with it before putting it on Knuckles' head. The hats design actually reminded him of the 3 of them. So he went to go purchase the hat.

It was expensive, 50 bucks. Knuckles didn't have that but he did have like 15 authentic gold coins from his tribe. Which turned out to be extremely valuable. Safe to say he got the hat and has worn it ever since 👒

@peikonlainen (Referencing this post)

I get spikey when I'm stressed XD

Thank you, and I hope to someday return to that AU and answer those questions. <:) But for now my brain is totally fried 💔

Canonically? I'd say Miles. As for my AU? Knuckles :}

Uhhh... I'm not sure.. maybe it has to do with canvas size? My canvases recently have been 1500x900-ish.

@candyglumboy

Well, usually my vacations are to the beach. Where I spend my time goofing in the sand and what not. :0 That's pretty much it <XD

I've only really been watching Caseoh lately <XD But I'm still subscribed! So far the videos seem to be pretty good! :}

Thank you for the advice! :D

@mimioctoandfriends

(❁´◡`❁)--🌼 Thank you! :}}

I've heard of those 3 shows, but never got into them really..

I really didn't like the character models for Murder Drones and so I never felt like watching it. I still have Gaslight District saved to watch later but haven't gotten around to it...

I've heard of Meta Runner but never really felt interested enough to jump into it <:/

@crowo08

oooo I'll take note of that :0 Thank you!

@chillisreal

Thanks for the advice! :D

@traumatizedartist

XDDD I could always use more cross eyed Megatron

@jbjessie13

When it comes to the canon versions of the characters? Proooobably Tails..?

But when it comes to my AU? I've kind'a molded Knuckles to be my favorite XD

I have not, but I would love to try! It seems like such a vibe honestly. I'm sure my fam would feel the same way! 😎

@virtualworldfp5

Thank you <:) I hope you're having a good day too! :D

@florafandoms @minnesotamedic186

THAT'S blue whale cookie..?? I honestly couldn't tell. She looks incredibly grey..😬

@jayden-for-now

Yoooo that looks so tasty right about now 😭😭😭

@caronaro-flipaclip

I'm not judging myself tho- and accurate things are fun for me. I also just wanna be proud of what I make. If whatever I'm tackling cant be bent into the shape I want then I just dip and draw something else. No biggie👍

@beryl-shade (Link in ask)

My first thought is "Why does that guy have a panther...??" I'm assuming it cant live in the wild for one reason or another- I think Bibi and Cici would think the same <XD

@starry-eye-dreamer

I haven't watched any other Transformers shows, nor do I really plan to- <:/

@rainbowwatermelon7

hahaha.. haha... please do not bite me- <:D

@alexoreality

XDD I sure do! :DD

I am terrified 😅💔

@cattherandom

This idea has been suggested with the phantom ruby, but idk I don't think I want anything to match the power of the Master Emerald. I like it being #1 <:)

I can barely remember her as a character, but I remember liking her design :0

I've heard of it, but I really didn't like the characters models and so I never got into the show. 💔

[fleuredelys]

What kind of ascension must Khaslana have undergone in order to not even allow his tears to flow freely without evaporating? In moments like this, it is like there is more, so much more that she hadn't the opportunity to meet of him and that she will not— who knows if she ever will. If what he claims is true and he suffered from temporary amnesia until something triggered the reminiscence of memories lost since he set foot in Avinoleum, there is no way she can blame him for it. For it did not depend on him entirely and... how could she ever doubt him, when he would go as far as to keep her in his heart when she did not dare to ask so? How could she doubt the veracity of everything he had told her when he's manifesting his desire to remember her even if all odds are against him?

Truth be said, there are too many reasons why she feels deep sorrow, but there is one above the rest that pains her the most: the fact that he doesn't have trust that he could come back to her. How bad could possibly be everything in Amphoreus for him to have such a negative outlook?

Khaslana fades away in a trail of golden dust that is carried away by the wind, leaving nothing in its wake— but a voice that still reverberates, deep within the confines of her mind. The notion that he wished he could belong entirely to her and not to his world makes her emotional again, pearls of tears rolling down her cheeks without control. They had yet to mature their feelings of love, for it was young like a flower that just bloomed and had yet to live before withering and yet... he thought of her so strongly, to the point where he struggled to go back to his own self-imposed duty judging by the extended time he stayed that he could've already been away.

Her dainty hand rises to wipe away her tears as his next line of thoughts reverberates within her mind, lapis lazuli eyes burning with newfound resolve as she looks up at the sky. Somewhere up there, in one of those stars that blink back at her must be Khaslana. Cartethyia knows that no love lost can be fatal to one's life, that she might have the same luck in the future to find someone new and with an easier background that doesn't involve a galactic distance. But she doesn't want anyone new nor easier, she wants him— and she will not find rest until they reunite.

Wait for me, Khaslana... If you don't have the confidence that you can make it back to Solaris-3, then I'll be the one to find you— and tell you that I love you back.

How long has it been since she had abandoned Solaris-3 long after her obligations were fulfilled, her duties towards Rinascita complete? No matter the decades that have passed, no matter if most of her memories of him are now in a blur and she no longer even remembers his voice, Cartethyia knows she wanted to reunite with someone. Is she being delusional that she may find him with nothing that she can truly use to differentiate him from another? She doesn't know— but she has to try.

「So... that golden blood, the last hope of deliverance, was really...」

In the middle of the nothingness of the cosmos, she hears a voice that catches her attention and makes her turn from the direction she was taking up until that moment, her gaze descends upon symbol she recognizes as eternity as per what was established culturally in Rinascita. Golden blood... She has no clue why that makes her pause to begin with, but there is something about the color that drives her to pursue that voice. Memories that have disappeared for a long time stir within the depths of her mind, as if wanting to call for recognition if not for a cognizance that does exist in her.

「If rage can't burn this twisted fate to ashes...Then let me burn with it!」

When she gets closer to the imposing figure of the eternity now standing before her, she catches the sight of a drop that evaporates. To the naked eye, it should leave nothing behind, but to those who are minimally gifted in spiritualism, there is something meaningful in it. Thus following the laws of gravity she lowers her gaze in time to find a lone figure falling down, down, down, crumbling as if it were made of ashes. Cartethyia flies down towards the very figure, the closer the gets, the more she makes out the frame of a man with a missing arm while the other begins to disintegrate. Physically he calls for nothing but indifference, but there is something more behind it, a rapid sequence of flashbacks long lost that stir her heart from its dormancy into wakefulness as she finally remembers him— Khaslana.

Roseate lips press in a thin line, aureate brows furrow in a frown. Could it be...? But she doesn't have time to think further, no. Not when the man is crumbling away, all his being dispersed into the vastness of the space. Every white particle mingled with gold ceases its ascent and follows Cartethyia on her rapid descent towards the man that evoked memories long ago forgotten. Her lips part to sing a song that has been the one and only thing she was able to remember from Khaslana up until that moment. When those same particles react and bring warmth to her as if in silent answer, she knows: it's him.

Her arms embrace his frame, one of her hands cradling the back of his head to prevent it from falling apart if it would with her hug. Tears sting the corners of her eyes, but she keeps her composure. ◜Even a life mocked by fate can break its curse. From this moment on... you shall burn no more— Khaslana.◞

I've finally found you.

No time is wasted for his strong arms to envelop around Cartethyia's delicate form the moment she sheds tears and moves closer to take refuge on the warmth of his chest, each time warmer as if something else pulled the trigger to make him hotter than the sun— just like when Cyrene died in his arms and she faded away in a dust of gold. Khaslana cradles her head as close to him as she can get, white brows furrowed with sorrow as he tries his best to be strong for her and hold back his tears. Is this where it all ends? As heavy as it is to his heart to admit so, he can't afford to stay any longer— nor to hurt her more than he is by corresponding her love only to slip away from her fingers.

"Yes." He can feel his voice breaking nevertheless, tears betraying what little strength he has left in him to hold back evaporating before they have time to fully slide down his face. His nose buries on her golden hair, fingers trembling as he holds her even closer the more she speaks. Part of him wished she would say something— anything to make him stay. Perhaps if she did, he would reconsider and don't look back, maybe he would rather have a more peaceful life that way, with the one he loves. But deep down, no matter how much he wished otherwise, he prays that she doesn't. This is hard enough as it is for him to explain, let alone leave her behind for some unfair fate imposed upon him and the very world that witnessed his birth.

But she doesn't. Of course she doesn't.

For all the sadness he feels, he lets out a halfhearted chuckle at the reminder of their tie. "Even in a moment like this, you are still thinking about—" Yet he stops himself from talking as Cartethyia continues, eyes wide and trembling with disbelief as he, too, has to pause and pull away enough to look at her. So that's what she means... if one were to finish their duty in their world and finds a way to find the other, that would increase the count of their competition. It's a manner of keeping up the flame of hope bright, that they have yet to settle the score— one more reason to see one another even if all the odds are against them both.

There is sorrow in his eyes despite his best effort at forcing trembling lips to smile, allowing his own short-lived tears to keep flowing however little they do before they evaporate. "It's a promise." How couldn't he keep her in his thoughts? Thinking about it, even if he reciprocated her love just a few moments ago, she still wouldn't dare to ask to keep her in his heart too— "No matter how many lives I will see through from now on, even if the world plots against me to erase my memories in every life, I will keep you right here." His gloved hand rises to touch the spot over his heart to give strength to his words, and to manifest a silent vow. "You taught me the meaning of bearing everyone's wishes and how it is done, and you gave me strength and something to believe in, to keep fighting."

For the last time, Khaslana reaches out to cradle the back of her head to bring her closer so he may press a kiss on her forehead as he slowly feels his consciousness slips away with the dawn of awakening and of a new world. "I'll be waiting for you, heroine of my heart." That's right, for he doesn't have a bright outlook of finding a solution to his world's salvation before she does. The only thing he has left is hope— hope that one day Cartethyia breaks from the shackles as Divinity's oracle and become free to do as she pleases with her life. Until then, he will fight, search for infinite ways he can palliate the issues running havoc in Amphoreus. For the fabric of time no longer has meaning to him.

May we cross paths once more in a kinder future where my love no longer needs to be claimed by the world, but belong to only you.

But if we don't... that is fine, too. If you don't find a way to me, please don't obsess over it. Live life at its fullest, find love again— I am sure you there are many who would gladly love you just as you love back unconditionally.

Farewell... my love.

[dreams-of-void]

"oh Jason fought Tim in Titans tower because he didn't want any child to be a vigilante after how he ended up" sometimes what you guys want is just Joey Wilson.

[mutable-manifestation]

Ghost Chirps AU Part 5

Part 1 & 2

Part 3

Part 4

***

While “Jason” (i.e. Alfred with an empty jet that Jason will meet up with later in order to “arrive” in Amity) hops a private jet, Red Hood is busy searching the Fenton home from top to bottom.

The local police move slowly, and by the time they arrive Jack and Maddie Fenton are both tied up and disarmed in their living room under heavy guard.

They hadn’t been restrained immediately, Batman talking him into giving them a chance to implicate themselves first.

Hood let him take the lead, but he didn’t even get a chance to ask a question, being cut off at the first indication he might want to talk about their “work.” Less than 60 seconds in, and the pair had outright confessed to violating the meta protection acts - and in tedious detail.

The questioning didn’t suffer any from them being tied up.

Far from the mulish silence or crocodile-tear laden denial of most criminals, they instead doubled down, insisting that nothing they had done was illegal, then jumping to the assumption that they were “possessed” - and boy had it been a nasty surprise when the whole house came alive trying to attack them with a quick verbal command.

Well, trying to attack Hood. And only him, for some reason.

One laser also freed the Fentons, who turned out to have even more weapons built into their suits. 

Somehow. 

Despite them being skintight.

That had been a pain, but Red Robin was able to hack the system using one of the couples’ own devices while Hood dodged - and kept the stray fire away from the others - leaving everyone else to recapture the pair. A blessedly simple task once they found out the lasers would splash harmlessly off of their armor (save for a gross film of green goop left wherever they grazed).

They take turns knocking each unconscious to change them in order to properly disarm them - Batman and Nightwing taking Jack first, followed by Orphan and Spoiler dealing with Maddie. 

The only non-weapon laden clothing they own turns out to be pajamas. 

This is around when the police show up, looking hesitant.

They, too, cite the “Anti-Ecto Acts.”

Oracle had debriefed them on the supposed Acts and “Ghost Investigation Ward” on their short drive over. Both were utterly bogus - the Acts had never even been proposed, let alone been approved as law, and the so-called “GIW” had no ties to the government.

The Fentons had been furious and denied the information intensely when told, but the cops mostly just looked relieved.

Apparently there’d been a lot of property damage by the GIW and Fentons both that had supposedly been dismissed under the Acts as “necessary in the pursuit of ecto-scum.”

For the Fentons, half of this damage was in the form of broken fire hydrants, cracked sidewalks, and totaled cars - they’d never been good drivers, before, the cops disclosed, but they’d become even more negligent since the ghosts began appearing, to the point they had to have a news segment warning when they would be on the road.

The lack of fatalities thus far had been nothing short of a miracle, they claimed.

“Of course there haven’t been any fatalities!” Mrs Fenton defends. “Our work is to protect people from those things, not make more! Officers, listen to reason-” Hood snorts disdainfully -”The Red Hood is clearly a ghost! All our systems targeted him the moment they came online - and they only target ecto-entities. He’s clearly taken these heroes under his sway - why else would they be working with a murderer!? You have to do something before he starts up his killing here in Amity!”

The officers look at him a bit hesitantly, but Batman is unmoved and gives the cover story Hood had outlined back in the alley.

Any concerns the locals have are quickly assuaged.

But for the whole explanation, Jason is trying not to shake even as he falls apart in place.

Their little website called them ghost-hunters, making it pretty clear what “ecto-entities” meant. 

Their system supposedly only targets ecto-entities.

The system had only targeted him.

The system only targets ghosts.

Jason had died.

A lot of his family members had died, too, granted. 

But Jason was the only one who seemed to come back wrong - anger sticking in his throat and never quite fading, an inclination towards violence even when he wasn’t angry well beyond what he’d ever felt before, and a sea of other emotions (that he would never acknowledge aloud) and triggers for those emotions that he always struggled to make heads or tails of.

He doesn’t have the meta gene. He knows that. He knew that.

He just assumed that the test missed it, because he knows he doesn’t know magic - the All Blades being the only exception - and he couldn’t think of another explanation at the time.

But he came back wrong.

And as he stands there, he wonders if he came back at all, mind on Solomon Grundy.

Wonders if he isn’t just some ghost, wandering around possessing his own corpse.

He jolts, as the thought strikes him: what about Danny?

If he’s a ghost and chirping is a ghost thing then what about his KID!?

Absently, he notes that Bruce has started interrogating the cops on what they meant by “ghost attacks.” 

He ignores the discussion, hustling for the door in the kitchen down to the lab.

He slams and locks the door behind him - in Red Robin’s face - as he descends, making a b-line for the computer he’d seen when the Fentons had dragged them all down there to start bragging about their crimes.

The only thing Oracle could get out of the whole building was things that were openly available online; direct connections were impossible.

Opening up the screen, he gets to cracking.

Going for the surface level files first, it turns out he doesn’t even need so much as a password to find what he wants.

One of the video game sub-files has an unrelated file in it: ghost notes.

There are plenty of other notes, of course, but he’d only been skimming to start, looking for anything hidden.

The Fenton parents were too open to bother, of course, with plenty of more obvious files strewn haphazardly across the home screen, but it’s always better to check. That there is a hidden file means it was likely made by either Danny or Jazz.

And it’s a treasure trove.

Sub-files for rogues, allies, conditional allies, and “halfas” were what greeted him.

The last being the only term he didn’t recognize, he clicked.

6 files: Clones, Danny, Dani, Dan, Vlad, and Red Hood.

He clicks his own file.

What greets him is a picture of himself 4 days ago, looking just to the left of the lens in an alley that he distinctly remembers searching for the kid in.

Just below is text.

~~~

??? Name: Red Hood

Species: probably a halfa

Status: Nnnneutral? I think? I know, I know, heads in bags. But Valerie tries to kill me all the time! And we’re allies sometimes! Hood- uh- looked for me? Okay I guess I can’t really judge this yet but please read the first met section before you judge please you guys?

First met: Aug 17, 2005, was in Gotham to bother Batman, stopped to think a bit on some fire escape - decide on the first prank yknow - but then my ghost sense went off. It felt like a halfa so I thought “oh cool, must be Dani” so I chirped, but then Red Hood - who was chasing some guy down an alley at the time - froze and looked around. I dropped visibility and chirped again and yeah, he definitely heard it. Humans can’t so he’s definitely a halfa - no glow so he can’t be a full ghost and it felt nothing like an overshadowing. 

Ended up following Hood around the rest of week - forgot to prank Batman, damn - and playing hide-and-seek with the chirps. It was really funny. But he very obviously doesn’t know he’s a halfa. But the guy is, like, scary levels of smart, so I’m sure he’ll figure it out on his own now that the chirp thing made it clear that something is up. Hopefully.

I figure I can go back in winter break - he should have it figured out and let his emotions process enough by then to at least hear me out when I explain the AEA and GIW and everything, then it won’t matter so much if he can, like, track me by voice or something if I talk since we’ll have MAD by then.

Despite his reputation, the people living in his haunt seem to love the guy. I can see why. On top of the whole smart he’s actually really nice to people he’s not shooting in the knees (which only even happened one time in the week I was there? It was actually pretty relaxing - most quiet week I’ve had since the portal opened THANK YOU TUCKER for hacking the portal hatch to be inoperable for a week). 

Where was I? Oh yeah, he’s actually surprisingly nice to people? So like, I think he’ll probably hear me out if I go back and be polite? I hope. Hate to leave the guy in the dark and him end up on the GIWs dissection table for “lots and lots of painful experiments.”

Not that those guys could even catch the Box Ghost. But uh, Hood doesn’t seem to have powers either? Or if he does he doesn’t know about them I don’t think - he only used the chirp the whole time I was their - not even to cheat with moving around.

Seriously. That guy's acrobatics could make Freakshow’s contortionist green - er, red??? - with envy. Actually wait, aren’t contortionists and acrobats different things?

SAM NOTE: help^?

Powers: 

?

~~~

Jason leans back, breathing deeply.

“Not a full ghost,” “not 'overshadowed'” - a term that sounds likke some kind of cousin to possesision - “definitely a halfa,” “humans can’t hear chirps.”

Halfa. 

Half. 

Ghost. 

Half Ghost.

It should sound absurd - you can’t be half alive and half dead.

But Jason has seen the Lazarus pits, has met Solomon Grundy, has met aliens and bullshit magic and can pull magical swords out of his own damn chest.

Half alive. Half dead.

Hopefully not just a fancy way to say possessing his own corpse.

He doesn’t have time to deal with every file - he’ll “confiscate” one of their USBs with a copy of everything for himself before leaving the rest to Batman & co, of course, minus the halfa files (a small part of him wants to shove his condition in Bruce’s face and demand he kill the clown again even though he knows it’s a futile hope, but the rest - the same part that snapped and denied and refused to say he was a meta less that a day ago now - cannot stomach the thought of even more rejection. Of a Bruce that believes he’s a monster. Of a Bruce that mourns him even while he’s right there. Or at least, more than he already does.) - but while the files copy he take the time to look at Danny’s.

The image has two people, Danny Fenton on one side and a version of the kid in a black hazmat suit with white hair, tanned skin, and painfully familiar green eyes. And floating.

~~~

Human Name: Danny Fenton

Ghost Name: Danny Phantom

Species: Halfa (half-human, half ghost)

~~~

It’s the section after that that makes Jason’s breath catch in his throat.

~~~

Death: The Portal Accident

So like, there was no audio (thank GOD I do not want to hear myself screaming) so. Details: When the portal didn’t work when they plugged it in mom and dad left for fudge, Jazz went to try and talk them into a more realistic career choice than ghosts. Sam and Tucker came over and Sam dared me to climb in and check it out - it was broken anyway so no harm. Except it wasn’t broken, just that my parents put the on button inside. Which I caught myself on when I tripped on a wire.

Anyway, electrocution! 

(T - Danny for the love of god be more serious, the cheerful tone is creepy)

(D - Hey! I’m the one who died! Shouldn’t I at least get to write my own epitaph)

(S - …Danny this is not an epitaph. You don’t even HAVE a grave)

(D - wow way to rub it in Sam)

(T - yeah Sam)

(S - ugh! Whatever, just stop with the chatting in official files)

(T - “official”)

(S - Tucker.)

(T - shutting up now)

Electrocution! I got zapped to death, but the ectoplasm from the portal was also opening up on top of me and a lot got bonded to me I guess (S - probably because of the electricity with how you ended up with some of Vortex' powers for a little while) at the same time said electricity was reviving me? - probably getting my heart beating again or something, I was a little busy screaming to pay attention (T - yeah okay we're going to Nasty Burger after this. And playing Doomed) - not that it would’ve mattered without the ghostification preventing me from melting me all the way to death.

Status: Me!

Powers:

Chirps! (ghost echolocation of some kind! humans can't hear em - halfas can, of course, in either form)

Form Change (really Sam? This barely counts)

Human form

Ghost form (no need to breathe)

Flight (last clock speed 210mph) (T - and climbing. Dang dude)

Invisibility (S - don’t forget shareable.) (Shareable. sigh)

Intangibility (Shareable)

Ecto Rays (eyes & hands) (T - and butt) (D - dude! I’m deleting that. Tucker why can't I delete it. TUCKER) (T - bow down in awe of my ksill) (S - ksill) (D - ksill) (T - yeah okay it’s permanent now) (D - aw man!)

Ghost Sense (S - why do we never test your range?) (D - no need? They always make themselves obvious or are being sneaky specifically to annoy me so *shrug*) (S - I still think we should test it)

Power Absorption (that time with Vortex’s weather powers)

Cryokinesis (Wayyyyy to much ice. NOT testing max output on that) (T - yeah frozen city was enough, let’s not cause an ice age. Tech needs some cool but too much is still bad and I just upgraded Patricia)

Ghostly Wail (cone of destruction, very exhausting - always at max output. Not to be used)

GHOST FORM ONLY (but really just never)

Cartoon Body (D - what???) (S - Freakshow literally turned you into a puddle and you just turned back and were fine. I don’t know what else to call that) (D - okay fair. but:)

GHOST FORM ONLY

Physical Enhancement (better strength, speed, stamina, durability, reflexes, balance, etc much better than human) (T - why does this look like dnd knockoff stats haha)

GHOST FORM ONLY (S - obviously mr last place in PE)

Resistances (pretty solid on the overshadowing, avoided being taken in by Ember until targeted, didn’t get turned to stone during the Medusa thing) (S - which was pure luck! Be careful!)

Ecto Electricity (ghost stinger, but I really don’t think this counts Sam. I mean I just. Make my ecto zappy. But it’s still just ecto) (S - so is your ICE and you don’t just call that "just cold ecto") (D - fine, but it feels overly specific) (S - maybe writing it all down will make you stop. Forgetting. POWERS!) (D - come on Sam that was a lucky hit! I was distracted! And it turned out fine!) (S - Fenton…) (D - oop okay doing fire now)

Ecto Fire (made Dash’s shoes melty that one time by make the ecto hot) (T - really needs more testing)

Tech possession (chasing Technus into computers, not very tested)

Ghost form only, i guess?

Overshadowing (control people, copy their voice, invade dreams - the control one erases the person’s memory so they don’t know they were overshadowed just lost time. I hate Walker. SO much) (T - rip Danny’s reputation, you’ll be missed)

Probably ghost form only

Duplication (T - That’s optimistic) (D - I’M WORKING ON IT OKAY!?) (S - pretty sure it just falls under cartoon body until you can actually separate) (D - :( betrayal)

Probably ghost form only

More? (D - ugh I hope not) (T - hey don’t say that, maybe you’ll get a power to make the JL give a crap about Amity) (D - honestly I’m getting pretty close to letting Boxy loose in Gotham) (S - Danny, don’t stoop to their level!) (D - it's only box ghost!) (T - I mean he has a point)

~~~

Jason changes his mind, seeing the commentary, and deletes the entire hidden file from the computer as soon as his copy is made. He can go over everything and bring any important info to Bruce separately, the bat’s can just chew on the parents’ files for now.

Once the original files are thoroughly and irretrievably removed he pockets his shiny new USB, makes a second one with all the official files, and heads back up and out - carelessly brushing past a thoroughly irate Red Robin with a pair of firemen and broken jaws of life. And not a scratch on the door; impressive - just in time to get Oracle’s text that he’s got 2 hours and 16 minutes to be at the location on his HUD so he can “arrive” to Amity.

And a fresh set of civilian clothes will be waiting in the plane, Alfred as reliable as ever.

“Files,” he says, tossing the safe USB to Batman and interrupting his interrogation of the police officer.

He catches it effortlessly of course, but the officer stops paying attention to him to jolt at Hood’s reappearance - even outside of Gotham his reputation is fierce.

“I sent a copy to myself. I’ll review them and give you an overview, but other than that consider this the end of my involvement in this little shitshow,” he says, continuing smoothly to the door. “I’m heading back to Gotham.”

Now, he has a little over two hours before Jason Todd needs to arrive in Amity Park. He only needs to lay hands on a laptop that he can isolate from Babs’ influence and he should be able to review the Halfa files in full before he "lands" - after he figures out just why the kid has a grudge against the JL.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Amphibia is proof that the best character writing tip is to make everyone at least a little bit problematic

[feroluce]

Randomly consumed today by the thought of henghill cuddles, but like from a specific point in their relationship, like after they've only recently started laying in the same bed together.

It's something that takes them a long time to work up to; they both have nightmares, and yeah, Dan Heng is a Vidyadhara and he can heal himself beyond anything Boothill could accidentally do to him, but still. Boothill is made of metal now. He's heavy. It wouldn't take much, just a single flailing limb to cause some damage. He still gets up after Dan Heng falls asleep, and sneaks down into the guest cabin in one of the other cars.

But he'll lay in bed with Dan Heng until then. At first Boothill would always try to situate a blanket between them, because well. Metal isn't exactly pleasant to cuddle. But more and more lately, he's noticed Dan Heng keeps worming his way around their soft barrier and just kind of...rubbing his hand along him? Open palm up the curve of his side, across the planes of his chest, into the star-shape at his solar plexus, down the plates of his abdomen, back to his side again. Fingertips tap soundlessly against metal, or press into dents and divots, or smooth over old scars in the steel.

"Ya don't hav'ta do that, ya know."

"Does it bother you?"

Dan Heng's hand has already stopped, settling somewhere on the futon, neutral ground. Boothill clarifies that no, it doesn't bother him. But he can't feel any of it. He only knows he's doing it because he can see the motion out of the corner of his eye. Dan Heng doesn't need to go through the extra effort to do things for him like he would someone with a normal human body.

And Dan Heng goes quiet, just long enough that Boothill gets curious and turns to look at him over his shoulder. He has the cute little furrow between his brows, like when he's thinking.

And then he opens that pretty mouth of his and says, "That's alright, I think I'm doing it for myself, anyway" and Boothill nearly wheezes because wow, Dan Heng is almost never quite that honest when it comes to himself fdklsajlkd

Boothill cackles in surprise and asks point blank what he means, because what could he be getting out of that? Given the implied permission, Dan Heng's hand starts it's usual route again. Side, chest, solar plexus, abdomen, side. Boothill can practically hear him chewing on his words.

"I like that you're warm," is what he finally says, and Boothill suddenly feels like a bullet has just grazed something vital. "All the processes you run increase your temperature," Dan Heng's hand fans out across a span of steel and he holds it there, like he's soaking up the heat. "And your metal is smooth, it feels pleasant to touch," his fingertips move in circles, slip into a divot perfectly sized, rub back and forth. Boothill silently wills one of his cooling fans threatening to open up to stay closed.

"I like how you feel under my hands. That's all." Headshot! No recovery possible.

"...Suit yerself, then," and Boothill quickly turns back over before Dan Heng can see it in his face, how close he just hit to his heart.

[sieglinde-freud]

one thing i never realized bc i always either pair chrom with olivia or make him gay is that not every sibling calls lucina “luce” and its making me crazy. inigo and brady call her “luce” for short. cynthia calls her “lucy” (MY FAV), and kjelle and morgan just call her “lucina.” why did they make this change across supports. “to add personality” you say and to that i say YES obviously but also. potential of telling us more about how close lucina was with each potential sibling? maybe. what im getting at here is chrom!kjelle and lucina maybe suffering the most in terms of feelings of inadequacy and having that slight strain that keeps them from being close. this does not apply to morgan bc i chalk his up to memory loss BUT. you could also say that lucina never let him get close because she’s wary of him. hows that. and if you read closely what im actually saying is that i need an au where all six of them are siblings and not all of them have the brand of the exalt