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Core Gems
So when a ghost becomes injured, they have a last ditch defense where they retreat into their core. And I mean, injured badly where their body is rip apart to the point they can’t hold a solid form anymore. And they basically go into a hibernation state until they are strong enough to form again.
Ellie, Danny, and Dan are all injured in a final battle against the GIW. The organization was destroyed and the ghosts were safe but the halfas ended up being so injured that they reverted to core form and then went to sleep for a bit. When they woke up, they were still weak but at least recovered enough to gain consciousness. And realize…they are in some kind of auction…in the middle of a heist. It appeared that two furries (one in a bat costume and one in a cat costume) were ducking it out. And they…they were a necklace. All three of them had been turned into a necklace with their cores as gems accompanied by sapphires, pearls, and opals. And frankly gorgeous craftsmanship as the metal was crafted around their cores as if to cradle them and the other gems.

Unfortunately, they were too weak to take a form properly, they could still feel the strain on their bodies. But at least they could still communicate through their auras. Then the cat lady punched a hole in the glass container surrounding them and grabbed their necklace.
However, the bat grabbed the other end and it resulted in a sort of tug-a-war. Meanwhile, Danny, Ellie, and Dan were having a back and form commentary on the situation and what they should do. Completely unheard by the other party.
In the corner of their eye, the three halfas finally noticed a third contender. Some kind of clown who was…hold on…holding a gun?! And it was pointed straight at the two fighting furies who had yet to notice him. The ghosts’ protective instincts went into overdrive and they frantically tried to shout, yell, move. Just do something to warn the two but their cries fell on deaf ears. All they succeeded in doing was faintly glow which immediatly caught the attention of the fighting duo. The two turned to look at the strange necklace but right at that moment, the clown fired and a gunshot rang throughout the auction room. Having no other options, Danny and the others poured every ounce of ectoplasm they had to try and phaseshift, making the two furries intangible as the bullets passed right through them, but in their shock, the two jumped away in opposite directions and accidentally ripped the necklace apart. Gems and pearls went flying and the three cores bounced along the ground.
Luckily, the two finally noticed the clown and went to deal with him and his minions who had appeared. Seemingly putting their fight on hold and forming a temporary truce. The three halfas could only watch as the battle finally wound down, ending with the cops barging into the place and arresting the clown and his grunts, the cat managing to escape with half the scattered gems and pearls from the broken necklace along with a few other jewelry pieces (none of their cores though) and the bat leaving through a skylight.
The auction continued and in the end, despite being broken, their necklace seemed to have caught someone’s interest. A man named Bruce Wayne bought up every piece of the shattered jewelry wear. The auctioneers appeared relived that the item managed to sell in the end and gratefully gave it to him.
Bruce had no idea what happened at the auction, but he could have sworn that some of the gems faintly glowed right before he and Selina were shot. If the necklace was some sort of magical item, then he needed to understand exactly what has been brought to Gotham. It was unfortunate that Selena had taken some parts of the necklace but he utilized his vast wealth to make sure all the other parts ended in his possession. Now he would take them back to the mansion for examination.
#Dpxdc#dcxdp#kizzer55555 ideas#Bruce thinks the necklace is magical. He’s technically not wrong.#When he gets home he immediately puts each gem in a glass container to examine them. For the longest time though nothing happens.#They all look like normal gems except for the main three of the piece. He can’t identify what kind of gem they are.#The gems are perfect spheres with various shades of blue (with hints of green and white) swirling around.#The colors almost look like they are moving in slow motion. Still. Nothing happens as he examines them and no strange events happen.#That is until one day he decided to take the gems to be examined by a professional and a villain attacked.#A piece of building was about to crush him when a wall of ice appeared as a shield over him. After that he took them back to the cave.#Bruce looks up thousands of documents about enchanted necklaces and artifacts but finds nothing. He even calls in favors from JLD.#Zatanna doesn’t recognize them but feels some kind of power coming off the gems however it doesn’t feel malevolent (at least for 2 of them)#(The last gem is neutral.) Also Constantine was unavailable (*cough* hiding from responsibilities *cough*)#The other bats get interested in the gems. Tim has a theory that they are some kind of protective charms. Damian agrees.#(Everyone is shocked Tim and Damian agree on something). So while Bruce is continuing his investigation the other bats decide to do some#‘Field testing’ and take the gems out. Consequently the gems end up saving their lives and they discover a few things they can do like make#The wearer invisible. Intangible. Create green barriers/constructs. Create ice. Vibrate when an enemy is coming. And much more.#The bats fashion them into new individual bracelets/necklaces and think they are the coolest thing. They have powered up protective charms!#The halfas just wish these kids would STOP PUTTING THEIR LIVES IN DANGER! What are they MORONS?!#Most of the ectoplasms they recover is used to protect the bats and nearby civilians.#(Dan also trolls people and is mostly protective his siblings though)#People notice the new power ups. A rougue gets his hands on a gem and tries to use it ONCE to attack something but the gems didn’t respond.#Then it froze the rough’s legs to the ground.#Much time later the gems are swapped between the bats and alternated and have just become a new item in their belt#(batman was not pleased but eventually got used to it and begrudgingly accepted that they were useful. Especially when they save his kids)#They come to a Justice league meeting and Constantine finally sees them.#His mouth drops in shock and he frantically asks where they got GHOST CORES?! And this is when the bats finally realise what they have.#And are horrified to realize EXACTLY what they are holding and that these ‘gems’ were technically ALIVE.#Meanwhile the three Halfas have been kinda chilling but also working their butts off to keep this family alive. It was a fulltime job.
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"... Just who are you?"
#cookie run kingdom#crk#my art#my artwork#oc#my oc art#moonstone cookie#shadow milk cookie#oc x canon art#oc x canon#yumeshipping#yumeship#chronic insomnia + horrible memory + your power backfiring against you while you're trying to protect your home#+ said backfiring causing you to lose your memories of most of what you know#this is such a horrible combo that landed on moonstone i am so sorry girl 💔#how crazy to just look at a nefarious jester#then boom. A vague memory. What 💀#this is pretty self-indulgent as you can see 🪦🏃♂️#ALSO THATS JUST A RANDOM STUDNET NOT PV thought I should point that out 🤸♂️
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Ectoberhaunt Day 13
Isekai: Old Hero New World
#i have Thoughts about Harbinger!Danny#bro is Very interesting in Aether bc he wants to go home#he and aether would prob get along rly well tbh#this danny is kinda bitter bc he's been separated from his family. but he can be a silly goofy guy occasionally#he and childe are besties. i declare this now. both love their families and want to protect them#also- abyss and ghost zone?? hmmmmmmmm#abyssal energy is ectoplasm... maybe?#idk#oooh that would be neat bc then danny is like the exact opposite of aether/lumine (with their full/light power)#danny has a fake cryo vision. bro doesn't really need a delusion but he can have an anemo one. as a Treat#(he wants to be Free of this world)#danny just wants to go home but no he gets dropped into the middle of snezhnaya smh#ALSO. back to the point of the post lol-#danny HATES dottore. but also the guy kinda reminds him of his parents (who he rly misses). it's very trauma-bond-y.#danny phantom#dp#ectober#eh 24#day 13#ectoberhaunt24#ectoberhaunt 2024#ectoberhaunt#(its rly late i know but i'm not stressing this year✨️)#(dottore is also equally fascinated in danny.but no way in HECK is danny gonna let him experiment. so dottore has to be Subtle about it lol)#genshin impact#scaramouche#combining my fixations 👉👈 (always)
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🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 32: ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴛʟɪɢʜᴛ 🧡
ꜰ1 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴀᴜ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ + ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ
⚠️ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:
ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴛ ɢᴏꜱꜱɪᴘ, ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʙʟᴏɪᴅ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ
ɪɴᴠᴀꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴄʏ (ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴏʟᴅ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍɪꜱʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ)
ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ-ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ᴇx (ᴍᴀɢᴜɪ)
ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴄʀᴜᴛɪɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ ʜᴀʀᴀꜱꜱᴍᴇɴᴛ
ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ
(ʏ/ɴ) ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ-ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ
The following week unfolded with media ripples Lando had expected, but not like this.
Social media was still ablaze with speculation. F1 gossip accounts posted timelines, compared old photos of (Y/n) and Lando from Monaco to Austria, even dug up clips from the boutique’s online presence. One reel, captioned “From thrift shop queen to paddock royalty,” had over a million views.
Lando tried to ignore it. He had more important things to focus on.
Like the nursery plans.
Or the twins' names.
Or making sure (Y/n) drank enough water before noon.
But in the background, something colder stirred.
It started with a single tagged post.
@magui.x | Vienna, Austria 🇦🇹💫 When you know, you know. 📸: elegant heels, a glass of wine, her signature charm.
He didn’t think anything of it, until the DMs started rolling in. Fans were sending screenshots. Theories were spinning.
“Did Magui just throw shade at Lando?” “She’s in Austria too??” “Imagine watching your ex win a Grand Prix and have babies with someone else…”
Lando shrugged it off, until he received a text.
Magui: So Austria, huh? Big moment. Congrats, I guess. Hope you remember what we used to talk about doing if you ever won there.
No emojis. Just that.
He didn’t respond.
He couldn’t.
(Y/n) had just walked into the room with a tray of fresh-cut fruits, her bump swaying slightly beneath a soft white cotton dress. She looked radiant, and real. Not curated, not filtered. Just here. His now.
But the past didn’t stay quiet for long.
Two days later, Magui posted a cryptic story: a mirror selfie from a dimly lit hotel bathroom.
And then the real hit dropped.
A grainy photo. Posted by an anonymous tabloid page. Two figures in the hotel bar lobby. One of them unmistakably Lando. The other, long legs, dark hair, sly smile, could only be her.
The caption read: “EXCLUSIVE: Lando’s late-night ‘catch-up’ with ex Magui sends fans into chaos. Trouble in paradise already?”
It wasn’t real.
The photo was old. From over a year ago. But Magui didn’t correct it. She didn’t deny it. In fact, she reposted it, captionless, before deleting it an hour later.
And just like that, she’d stirred the pot.
—
Back at their Monaco flat, Lando tossed his phone across the bed.
“She’s playing games,” he muttered.
(Y/n) looked up from the couch, concern flickering in her eyes.
He walked over, kneeling in front of her, resting both hands on her knees.
“I need you to know, I haven’t spoken to her. Not since before Austria. Not properly.”
“I believe you,” she said quietly. “But she’s not going away, is she?”
“I don’t think so. Not yet.”
A silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken worries.
Then she said, “If she wants drama, she’s not getting it from me. But if she tries to drag you into it… I’ll protect what’s mine.”
Lando looked up, genuinely startled.
“Damn,” he whispered, half a smile forming. “You’re kind of terrifying.”
“Only when I have to be.”
He pressed his forehead to her bump. “Don’t worry. I’m not stupid enough to look back.”
“But she might try harder,” she warned. “She watched you win. She saw us on every screen. She knows she lost.”
He nodded. “And now she wants a rematch.”
(Y/n) reached out, fingers threading through his curls. “Then let her fight shadows. Because we’re living in the light.”
Outside, the sea shimmered in the late afternoon glow. Inside, despite the headlines and whispers, there was still peace.
For now.
To be continued... 🧡
🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 33: ʜᴇʀ ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ 🧡
📝 Note from the Author: Fifth post of the day. FIFTH. 😩 You better hydrate and stretch after all this emotional cardio because I am not slowing down. This chapter? Whew. She’s for the ones who know what it means to choose maturity over mess, love over noise, peace over pettiness.
Magui? Oh, she stirred the pot. The subtle shade, the old photo, the cryptic captions? A masterclass in manipulation. But (Y/n)? She didn’t flinch. She didn’t spiral. Instead, she said:
“Then let her fight shadows. Because we’re living in the light.” And that right there? That’s power. That’s grace.
We’re entering the part of the story where public pressure and past ghosts come knocking. But this couple? They’re choosing each other, again and again. Even when it’s messy. Especially when it’s messy.
Drop a 🕶️ if you felt Lando’s “I’m not stupid enough to look back.” Drop a 🐍 if you’re ready for Magui’s games to get shut down. And drop a 🌊 if you felt that last line, the sea shimmering while the world spun wild, but peace still found them anyway.
Let me know how you’re holding up in the comments. And yes, I will still be scheduling posts while I go MIA for a bit, because I love you that much.
With love, me 🧡
#lando norris x reader#reader insert fanfic#f1 fanfiction#pregnant reader#twins au#grid baby watch#mother of the grid#lando past vs present#reader vs magui#social media chaos#when exes don’t let go#real life behind the paddock#drama outside the track#f1 tabloid spiral#reader stands strong#loyalty over headlines#she chose the light#quiet strength is power#not hers anymore#protecting what’s hers#fictional f1 drama#truth vs rumors#dripping with speculation#love louder than noise#he’s not looking back#no filter no façade#not curated just real#home is here#shade and screenshots#monaco love story
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htryds: Tower Trio Shenanigans
because I'm using @ft-platonicweek as an excuse to post htryds stuff, here's another microshot~ (nevermind that it's 2k. it's just a random scene promise)
For Day 5's Prompt: Poison
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Early X784
Jellal sat at the bar and tried not to noticeably grimace every time he became aware of the layer of sticky grime on the surface. Not everywhere, but there was a spot near his arm that he kept hitting by accident. He vaguely wondered if it would help or hinder his goal to ask the barkeep for a wet cloth to clean it.
He decided against it. Instead, he nasally sighed into his drink and nearly finished the last of it, much to his chagrin. One glass and not much progress to show for his presence here—and Jellal really didn’t want to have a second. He didn’t care for the taste but he didn’t mind it either; the potential effects, however… Well. Jellal had, as his therapist would put it, “an understandable discomfort with activities that lower his mental awareness,” so he made it a point never to drink to the point of getting drunk.
If only the Black Rose guild wasn’t so entrenched in this town and equally difficult to find. They scared off easily, as they discovered, and not even Erik had much success in rooting them out. The best lead they got was that travelers who stopped at this tavern had a chance of going missing, and concerned locals blamed the dark guild. But, since they were an awfully careful lot, they decided to be as subtle as possible. Which meant partially splitting up.
Partially. Jellal could rest assured that both Erik and Erza were nearby. Erik initially offered to take point at the bar and be more exposed, since he could drink literally anything, but they all agreed he would catch more if he lurked on the outskirts of the establishment, in order to hear a wider scope. That left him and Erza to act normal inside the tavern, like normal patrons. Either to lure out any of the members or to get any information at all without scaring these poor townsfolk away. They were jumpy enough, and for good reason. The rumors of this guild’s victims were… unpleasant, to understate it.
Erza didn’t mind drinking but she, somehow, was a lightweight. And not a quiet drunk. So she reluctantly agreed to hang out around the billiards table instead, among the more social locals and travelers. Jellal, then, would haunt the bar and glean information from the barkeep himself. At least Jellal’s magic and constitution, for some reason, burned through alcohol like it did caffeine and calories. Theoretically. Acnologia surmised that it was because of the high energy cost, and the way it interacted with his body not entirely unlike a dragon slayer’s. Too bad it didn’t literally give him magic lungs or a magic stomach like them. That might be convenient.
He finished the last of the ale. He didn’t feel too different, which was nice, but he asked for a lighter brew on purpose. If Jellal thought it wouldn’t be suspicious, he would have gone pure seltzer, but the barkeep already lightly scoffed when he specified blond ale over the standard stuff. The most Jellal got out of him was that he made no effort to be friendly and he never used anyone’s name, but some people came up to the bar and he handed them an order without a word. There were regulars here and Jellal kept note of their faces—and who stayed, who left quickly and quietly, who came alone, and who only came in groups. The groups of people were not the ones with memorized orders, and they didn’t hang close to the bar.
Jellal watched a woman with long, dark green hair and pale skin slink into a seat near him, with one empty in-between. She looked down the whole time, and when the barkeep ambled over, he slid her something clear—gin?—and she slid money across the countertop. A local who planned on staying, but only long enough for one drink. She had that general air of nervousness about her that many of the locals had, but she wasn’t altogether unwilling to exist in public. Maybe Jellal should try asking something casual, just to gently check the overall atmosphere.
“Refill?” came the vaguely impatient voice of the barkeep. Jellal looked up to see him gesturing to Jellal’s empty mug with his chin.
Jellal pushed it forward with a nod, and the barkeep took it without another word. It was the easiest way to stay here unbothered long enough to ask what he wanted.
He couldn’t parse much of anything through the generic din of the tavern, not like Erik could, but a burst of Erza’s triumphant laugh cut through the noise. He glanced to the side to see she was playing some guy with a decorative shoulder tattoo at pool and clearly not holding back. She had that group’s attention, and Jellal fought down a fond chuckle. That could either be a good thing or a bad thing, but Jellal settled for good, because nobody looked close to a fight.
The barkeep brought his glass back from the tap. As expected, it was the same thing Jellal had ordered before. Not that it should be surprising. If Mirajane and Chico had taught him anything, it was that all barkeeps and baristas had impeccable memories.
“Thank you,” Jellal offered.
The barkeep rolled his eyes with a huff as he moved on to the next customer.
To his fortune (how pleasantly rare), the lady next to him spoke first. “Traveler?” she guessed.
Jellal nodded. “Yeah, passing through to get back home,” he lied vaguely. “How’d you figure?”
“Aside having never seen you before—and you’re quite the standout—no local ever thanks that grump. I think it gives him hives.”
“Ah, my mistake, then,” Jellal chuckled good-naturedly, but he took careful note of it. “You come here often?”
“Sure. It’s the only damn place to get some decent booze ‘round here.” She knocked back the rest of her drink. “Though I’m sure a traveler such as yourself has seen better.”
He didn’t need to be Erik to hear the unspoken warning. Like most people, she was careful not to say anything blatantly. The walls surely had ears, or at least the locals believed it so. Another thing to take note of. “Probably,” he replied, to answer the question at face value, “although I can’t say I’m a connoisseur in the slightest.”
“Yeah? Well I suppose you look too young to be, unless you’re some fancy capital brat.”
Jellal chuckled with some real amusement. “Oh, definitely not.” He did, however, add this to the mental tally of how many times someone wondered if he had noble blood in him, despite Jellal very emphatically not. He and Mystogan kept score. (Mystogan, a born prince, delighted in losing, although Jellal thought that was a foregone conclusion when Mystogan rarely engaged with the greater public except to be stand-offish, usually on purpose; not many people would ever know that he knew what all twenty variations of silverware was for.)
“Is that so? Shame,” she said without heat, but maybe, arguably, disappointment. Before he could parse what they might mean, the woman knocked back the rest of her drink and pushed it away. The noise caused the barkeep to glance over at the both of them, but he didn’t move yet.
It reminded him that he should probably touch his refill. A few sips in and it shouldn’t be strange for him to ask for water to go with it, right? With everyone so on edge, he didn’t want to do anything to look out of place or suspicious. His identity as an outsider was already obvious, apparently. However, no sooner than he picked up his glass again, a presence over his shoulder interrupted him.
Erik appeared out of nowhere, with that careful flat look on his face that betrayed how pissed he was to anybody who knew him well enough.
“Uh, can I help you?” Jellal asked to keep up the facade of being strangers, while loudly thinking, ‘What happened? What do you need me to do?’ in case Erik had a way to indicate what was going on.
He made no move to answer either question. Instead, Erik reached over and plucked Jellal’s glass straight out of his hand and took a large drink of it, pausing only to swish it around his mouth with a scowl.
He slammed it back on the counter. “Don’t drink that.”
Ah. Well, shit. Okay then. That was… very disconcerting. Of all the ways people have tried to kill him before, nobody had ever attempted to poison him. That he was aware of, at least. “Thanks.”
Erza must have spotted Erik emerging from his hiding and she abandoned her game immediately to stalk over to them, frowning and with her cue stick still in tow. “What happened?” she asked, a little too loudly and obviously for his taste. They still had a narrow window to be subtle with.
“Rohypnol,” Erik growled, dragon-style, deep in his chest.
…That was worse than Jellal imagined. Fantastic. He’ll unpack that later.
Erza looked positively murderous. “Who?” she demanded lowly, almost dragon-like herself. He hoped Erik knew how to de-escalate her, because Jellal knew he didn’t have a chance when he had been in the line of fire. Erza was much too protective.
And Erik was too, so maybe Jellal should have seen this coming.
“The pair in the back left corner,” Erik started, likely knowing full well what was bound to happen next.
No sooner after he responded, Erza hefted the cue stick like a javelin and threw it straight at the aforementioned pair, who looked no different from the other patrons. The cue stick jammed into the wall by one guy’s head, who predictably jerked away with wide eyes. The tavern jolted along with the pair, but there was still a (small) chance at stopping an all out brawl and dismissing the crazy show of prowess as drunken behavior. Maybe. (Jellal was kidding himself, he knew this.)
“Guys,” he pleaded.
“Barkeep actually did it,” Erik continued, ignoring Jellal’s attempt at not making a big deal out of it. “Switch.”
Erza didn’t need to be told twice. In a flash of light, she wrapped herself in armor and leaped over the countertop to swiftly grab the barkeep by the back of the shirt. He cussed loudly as she slammed him face first into the counter.
Now, the brawl was inevitable. At breaking the unspoken rule of not aiming for the barkeep, they gained all of the patrons attention. Some looked ready to come to the barkeep’s aid and some—like the green-haired woman—started to run. Jellal sighed; there had been an attempt.
“This was your idea,” he said, somewhat petulantly, even if Jellal wasn’t really that upset over it. Erik would know what he meant.
“I’m flexible,” Erik quipped back. “The asshole in the purple shirt is mine, by the way.”
Erik jumped into the fray, catching the two Erza had aimed at before they left and slamming his promised quarry against the wall with a flash of dark red magic Jellal knew meant to hurt. Jellal, in turn, did not (for the sake of his sanity) consider what Erik heard to make him this upset. Instead, Jellal simply took comfort in the fact that nothing would come to fruition with both Erik and Erza like this. The only thing Jellal had to worry about now was making sure nobody got caught in the crossfire, and maybe ensuring they had someone to question that wouldn’t be concussed, but he would take what he could get. Regardless, Jellal had no doubt that Erik and Erza would accomplish what they set out to do. Which… he would be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate it. A lot.
A glass flew by Jellal’s head. He dodged it easily and shot a star arrow at a man trying to bludgeon a fleeing younger man with a broken bottle, and then swung it back around to blast a woman trying to approach Erik from behind. In turn, Jellal heard the schling of flying metal and a shout of pain from Jellal’s blindspot.
The chaos of jobs was always made safer by having friends by your side, after all.
#fairy tail#htryds#htryds microshot#ft platonic week 2025#jellal fernandes#erza scarlet#erik#ft erik#mild tw for nonconsensual drug use#or the attempt thereof#and alcohol and general#jellal: we're totally going to get through this without a bar fight#inevitably: *a bar fight happens*#it's okay i didn't actually bully jellal this time because he has the power of FRIENDSHIP on his side#aka very protective friends#speaking of friends shout out to mine who helped me figure out what jellal would drink#that would not really get him drunk any time soon#jellal is drinking responsibly#that said erik and erza trying to vie for that position of the plan was a lot stronger than jellal's pov allowed for lol#they know he is fine with a little at home but he has those hangups so it's not a super fun time#i had to stop myself from making this a fullblown character study it was so tempting#but the nice part is that when jellal gets stuck in his head he's got friends to watch his back whoo
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[ cw: violence mention / death mention / ]
Will never stop thinking about how Leo, all alone in an endless void and being beaten again and again and again by the only other living thing around, still finds comfort in that space. The situation he was in was completely hopeless, and in any other circumstances he would not have escaped, at least not fast enough to save him from permanent (or even fatal) damage, be it physical or mental.
And yet, despite the bleakness of his situation, despite the agony and helplessness, all he needs is one glance at a crumbled photograph, one glance to remember his family, and that’s enough of a reason for him to smile.
Maybe that’s why his powers center around manipulating space - because no matter how much space is between them, no matter how dire his own situation may be, just the thought of his family, alive and okay, is enough to give Leo hope.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rise leo#the prison dimension is horrifying on its own#add in a monstrous being that towers over you and has vowed to ensure your suffering?#god I can’t imagine how scary that is#Mikey opening the portal was a miracle because if he hadn’t managed it there#it’s really up in the air what could have become of Leo#personally I subscribe by the theory that you straight up can’t die in the prison dimension#so it’s a prison in all ways#but the thought of a Leo who manages anyway who adapts and continues to have hope despite it all…#Leo saying he’s nothing without his family is a double edged sword really#because the thought of his family alone is all he needs to live. to hope.#to smile#nothing without them…but they’re EVERYTHING to him#and maybe he doesn’t realize it but…the feeling is mutual#one thing too is that hope that comforts Leo so much is not just that#should he think his family needs help - that hope can turn into determination#I’m unwell about this family#actually on my point of their powers - I truly do think the abilities tie in not only to their personalities#but to their relationship to family and love in general#kinda like love languages in a way#Mikey with his chains and time abilities values being around his family the most - he wants them to experience living in the moment togethe#Donnie is someone who is 100% a gift giver to show his love - his constructs are exactly that aren’t they? gifts of his mind#Raph is someone who willingly bears the weight of the shield - he protects his family like the best big brother possible#and Leo - he goes off on his own a lot but his mind is constantly on his family anyway#like a sailor at sea no matter how far he travels the compass always point in one direction - and for him that compass points home#even if he can’t make it back - it’s still there#and that’s enough
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Adar's Search History #2 - S1!Edition
Part two of Adar's search history, again inspired by this post by @valar-did-me-wrong. It felt wrong to exclude Adar's s1 shenanigans, those were pretty petty as well after all. Enjoy! <3
Bonus:
TROP x search engine meme (screenshots via cap-that.com) (the meme template I used (and modified)) (my other trop memes)
#adar is driven by his determination to protect his children and find them a home - and bottomless wells of pettiness#giving someone lip even when you are unarmed and injured on your back and with a spear at your throat? peak pettiness#sauron should be proud. he's taught Adar well. it's likely he's regretting that though. among other things.#this is such silly fun I enjoy it so much - should I do other characters as well? I have some elves in mind...#cw swearing#adar#adar trop#adar the rings of power#s1 adar#halbrand#sauron#galadriel#arondir#waldreg#trop#the rings of power#meme#trop meme#humor#trop crack#mine#my trop memes
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Jiwoo: Hi! What brings you here at this hour? 😃✨🌃🌇
Everyone: … I was in the area 😶
Jiwoo’s house: *in the middle of a dead quiet suburban neighborhood near absolutely nothing*
#eleceed#jiwoo seo#they act like he lives in a high rise in the dead center of a high traffic metropolitan area#and not in this tucked away lil suburban home#he’s no on the god damn way anywhere!#he lives in the kinda suburb that car and oil lobbiests love#making the population entirely car dependent because it’s so god damn out of the way#they’re all there all the time because they have superhero stamina to walk/jump the distance of#like cars with legs#if they didn’t have super powers the protection squad would be texting dramaticly to him#like wives writing letters by candlelight to their husbands at war who they haven’t seen in years#wooin might actually write a candlelight letter and mail it#Subin and Jisuk dropping messages in a bottles out to sea(school water fountain) hoping their beloved Jiwoo some days receives them
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Trying to find nice stuff for Wish but everywhere you go people are being painfully wrong in their interpretations of the movie
#i don’t care if people don’t like it but i want people to at least stop being so wrong 😫#i shouldn’t have to explain that hoarding the most important part of people’s souls under false pretenses is bad#his trauma does not make the person he became any less bad and his way of ruling is not reasonable and morally better#free will to pursue your dreams is good. a soul should not be locked up by a man who is likely never to give it back.#i’m sure he STARTED as protecting rosas or believing he was but absolute power corrupts absolutely and all that#magnifico by the time we see him is controlling and paranoid and selfish#and asha is not bad for *reads notes* wanting people to have a chance to actually live their lives for themselves and not be deceived#she never asked him to grant all wishes and the movie never tried to say that all wishes should be granted#it’s not saying that you should always have whatever you want. it’s saying you have the right to your agency and choice to pursue your wish#without someone else controlling whether you can ever have it and even making you forget you wanted it so you CAN’T choose to pursue it.#this is literally just a free will vs control story. how was this movie so lost on so many people.#you can debate until the cows come home about whether it was executed well but what they actually tried to say shouldn’t be so hard to grasp#and then there’s people spreading misinformation about star boy and various behind the scenes factors and you can’t escape it and i just…#i am in pain. everywhere i go i am in pain.#disney#wish#mini rant
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mavuika and capitano have the best archon-fatui relationship we've seen so far. theyre also (imo) the best archon and fatui we've seen so far.
correction: they HAD the best relationship
#genshin#genshin impact#mavuika#capitano#mavuitano#caprisun#off topic but is mavuikas ancient name actually kiongozi#or was that just an assumption from the AQ#anyways mavuika and capitano are such a power duo#mavuikas out her actively leading her nation and helping out where she can#and capitano just wants to help protect and preserve his second home#like have yall seen him in the livestream#he wasnt even trying to harm anyone in 5.0#bro is so chill#get it#bc hes a cryo#god i turned into yapper mcyapping for a bit#en stuff
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TTRPGS about: Found Family
I love found family stories with my whole heart and, in my experience, for many people that's the big draw of group ttrpgs! While you can tell these stories in many games, some games are specifically made for them and hit Just Right. Check them out below!
Protect the Child by Mint-Rabbit
Cost: free/pwyw
I'll be harping on about this game for years to come. It's specifically about a group of monsters being forced to take care of a kid! Mint has created 4 playsets so far: The Secret Life of Dogs (where dogs must get a toddler back to his family), Monsters of the 1700s (folk horror where our monsters help a child lost in the woods), Lily's Angels (urban monsters adopt a trans teen after her coming out goes horribly wrong), and Digital Glitch (cyberpunk playset where a group of criminals somewhat-accidentally rescue a child from medical experimentation.)
Nowhere Home by Sam Robson
Cost: $2 (community copies available at time of writing)
A pamphlet rpg by yours truly, Nowhere Home is about a group of monstrous outcasts finding home with each other. Currently in development is a 30-page expanded version with four playsets to kickstart your imagination: medieval fantasy Dark Age, modern day Lonely Road, futuristic Neon Highway and spacefaring Galaxy Hoppers.
Shepherds by AirkSeablade
Cost: $10 (community copies available at time of writing.)
A jrpg inspired game of young heroes making the world a better place! Described as 'hopeful fantasy' by the author, the game is all about forging bonds with others and finding where you belong.
#found family#indie ttrpg#protect the child#forged in the dark#belonging outside belonging#nowhere home#powered by the apocalypse#shepherds#ttrpg recs#playbook games
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Feminist Perspectives on 9/11, J. Ann Tickner
#spnresearch#mary winchester#spn#a little. hm. about some points in this essay the way i am with a lot of western scholars talking about 9/11 but it is what it is#and it does put into very simple words some thoughts i have been having#thinking about this other essay i read about how attacks like 9/11 or pearl harbor. exertions of powers. are viewed as#emasculating for america and leading to desire to exert their own power and reaffirm their masculinity#which again relevant to spn. esp as a post-9/11 media#where government inefficiency and people settling into normal nuclear family picket fence lives (seen as becoming complacent and naive)#allow for outside threats to invade through. women as the symbol for peace and domesticity being eradicated#men as the 'protector of their homes' seen as weak and incompetent as they failed in protecting their property#and are emasculated. leading them to pick up arms and reassert their masculinity through exerting power of enemies#(roles are defined through the relation with others. social order. hegemonic masculinity. people being sorted into classes. etc)#i can definitely find a better essay than this one tho#there's this construction of narrative of hero-villain-victim which i believe spn does try to criticise to some extent but ultimately its#belief in and adherence to it stops them
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Now i can't stop thinking about some orc scholars. Like they wouldn't have been some brutish animalistic beings after living in middle earth for so many years. They have speech, they live in communities and they can have a coordinated war formation so, their might have been some development of culture in their communities. Maybe we just don't know because their history was never preserved.
#imagine its a good moonlit night#you're trying to hypothesise why your creator Melkor created you#you're studying the thesis of various orc scholars from different generation and wham#elves attack you#now you have to just run around with your sword protecting you favourite manuscripts while these elves have audacity to tell you that#you're the scum all along and were trying to destroy their home#if some rando from another species tried to attack me in my thinking time and destroy my books#i would too thrown my hands#lotr#the lord of the rings#the hobbit#hobbit#the silmarillion#silmarillion#the rings of power#rings of power#*i would too have thrown my hands
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Okay so I have been obsessed with EPIC for a while now, and I was scrolling recently and found this little snippet floating around. Looking at the person made me think of Vex'ahlia from Critical Role, which immediately made me think of a Critical Role/Epic AU.
But instead of the normal dynamic of Odysseus and Penelope my brain immediately defaulted to Percy being the one waiting at home and making this challenge to the suitors to string Vex's old bow. And like... I don't argue with my brain when it comes to creativity. Then it started to snowball. I do not need to write an AU right now, but it won't leave my head.
Oooooh I have so many thoughts.
#critical role#epic the musical#vex'ahlia#percival de rolo#percahlia#critical role au#What does Percy make and unmake during the night? He creates and melts down parts for an intricately carved pocket watch#why is Percy being passive? Well he married Vex and moved to Syngorn of course#Where has Vex been for twenty years? Trying to get back from putting down an ancient dragon and every other monster that got in her way#What is the Bow? Feanthras obviously#Why did Vex not take it with her? Same reasoning that Odysseus didn't take his bow to Troy#Why is Vex in a position of power? Because Syldor died (of mysterious circumstances) and Velora was too young#The Dawnfather is Athena#Vesper is Telemachus#in my head Percy is draped in a mourning veil and tasteful symbols of both the Archheart and Dawnfather while making the challenge#because he is mourning both his autonomy and hopefully the suitors#while making a plea to both the god of his new home and the god of his childhood to protect his daughter#yes Vesper still gets into a Little Wolf like fight#yes she would have eventually strung Fenthras like Telemachus almost strung Odysseus' bow#I need to stop or else I am going to start writing this and I do NOT have time right now
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something something foils moving in opposite directions Goku's always happy to seek and fight stronger opponents because he spent most of his life being the strongest guy in the room and Vegeta wants to be the strongest/is always exhausted to find stronger opponents because he spent most of his life having to navigate his survival around the whims of the strongest guy in the universe room and so Goku has a foundation of safety and stability and so spends his time craving challenge and adventure and Vegeta has a foundation of challenge and adventure and spends his time craving safety and stability and the overlaid section of their venn diagram is that the only way they know how acquire and maintain those things is through battle
#thank you this has been the laziest media analysis post of my career#dbtag#media analysis#something something a game to goku is a threat to vegeta etc#there's a pinned thought here about how Vegeta also didn't learn about the dragon balls until he was ?? 30?? and so all loss is permanent#and goku has been familiar since he was ~12 and hasn't faced a permanent consequence since he was 10 years old and even then he got closure#sometimes I think about how Vegeta saw Trunks die and how Krillin was mad at him for reacting since they could fix it with the dragon balls#but Vegeta has very limited experience with the dragon so to him in that moment that was permanent and Trunks was Dead. Forever.#And we talked before in a 2am post about Vegeta having never experienced grief born of love and I stand by it because his feelings then wer#still very new and very odd and not something he'd accepted until that moment so it was raw power but not as powerful as it could've been#all this to say in my heart of hearts I think Vegeta deserves to retire at the end of super (if super continues) -- not as a warrior#but as an infantryman. he's a prince and now he's got his domain and his family and his planet to look after and I think he deserves#to go home and stay home and help piccolo bully gohan into training more often when goku inevitably leaves to hop the multiverse#geets wanted to take a sabbatical when Bulla was born but didn't get the chance because Freeza coming back freaked him out too much#but whether freeza gets a redemption arc or gets defeated -- Granolah's arc seemed to shift his perspective on being the strongest#and I just grips fist I just think it would be a really nice full circle for Vegeta to inherit his throne in a way he never expected and#finally get his kingdom to look after and protect in the way that he was looking forward to being king of his own planet all those years ag#Goku's got Broly and Jiren and Hit and all the others to keep him busy and happy now -- and if Freeza gets a redemption arc he'll probably#continue playing slap-ass with Goku for the rest of his life -- and Vegeta's got Gohan and Piccolo and Goten and Trunks#I just think them getting a nice bittersweet 'This is where we part ways' would be really nice for both of them because !!#They couldn't have done this without each other. They couldn't have known this kind of life was possible without each other.#So they swap lots and live happier than they ever imagined they could be#especially since Vegeta has proved to himself that he can close any gap Goku creates in progress that's not a concern anymore#And obvs the door's always open!! There's no point closing it Vegeta's tried the locks they don't work on Goku#anyway here's me putting the whole essay in the tags again#this isn't an essay as much as it is stream of consciousness tag blogging#anyway i'm too lazy to write fic or draw comics so we get ramblings instead
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