#like a Worm. i'm slippery

[bantersnatch]

havent finished it yet but this must be a huge episode for you. vic michostis torment and problems

i'm still REELING yeah. spoilers under the cut for some particulars that are haunting me.

my theory senses start tingling whenever vic drops a specific like this into the scene unprompted. why the doctor set? this detail wasn't in response to anything to do with steffi as presented in the edit we got -- so either it was vic just throwing another ball into the game for corin to play with, or it was vic doing that... and also twining in something from the host's backstory?

this is a long shot to say the least, but the medical theming is certainly striking. it could indicate a number of things about the host's childhood.

later, after the two have played patty cake together, we get this:

...ah. yeah. that kind of clarifies the potential interpretations, if you're as brain-poisoned as i am. it's a pretty clear line between a doctor set, medicine, and.... hmm. fill in the blanks.

this opens up a whole can of worms. and questions. and it's upsetting! so, vip as usual.

[emmmaa4]

I don’t know if you do male reader! But if you can please do make it that and if not do gender neutral.

Buttttt I would love a fic where Male reader just puts Jimmy (mouthwashing) in his place, just fucks the shit out of him really, give him a taste of his own medicine kind of thing, just rough sex.

I’ve love your work, and your writing is so amazing!! Take your time please if you do my ask 😭🙏

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for this proposal and for your words. I hope you and others like this fic. 💙

Male!Reader x Jimmy (mouthwashing)

⚠️ TW: NSFW, abuse, degradation..

"A taste of your own medicine"

I had entered into this 'great adventure' to feel better and to be a little more useful. I don't think I'm a bad guy, I just have a very strong sense of justice when it comes to the bad things that happen to me or, rather, to the people I like.

When one time, Anya, the Tulpar nurse had taken me alone to the infirmary, only to break down crying in front of me, almost screaming about how Jimmy had abused her, used her, as if she were just another piece of meat; something in me broke at that moment, I was furious. Even though I only tried to hug Anya and comfort her

"Please don't tell him anything! He'll kill me, I swear, he will..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell him anything, I promise Anya."

Of course that was a complete lie but honestly, I didn't want her to worry anymore. Curly was a corpse that could barely breathe, Swansea and Daisuke were just trying to do what they could to keep going; and on top of that, this idiot, in the end, ends up getting away with it like a slippery worm in the mud.

So, I just didn't think about it, I didn't want to think about it. Do I really have to think about it at this point when we're all about to die?! I don't think so. I looked for Jimmy, and I found him, he was almost hiding (so to speak), he was in the console room, this room was full of that white foam shit, Jimmy looked upset; I went in, closed the door behind me, the room was red because of the lights.

"You?! Get out of here, I'm making a plan because of your fault, because of Curl-"

He spat out his filthy words, thank god I'm a bit taller than him and fast too, I quickly punched him in the face, sending him crashing to the ground, the metal making a giant clatter. Jimmy gasped, his face scrunching up in anger, already getting up as he staggered to punch me. I grabbed him by his overalls, "Oh, don't you think you can, you little shit" - I quickly tackled him back onto the metal floor, chest face down, being crushed by my weight.

"You think you're a genius, without feeling guilty about all the things you've done?! Huh?!"

I grabbed him by his hair, lifting his head forcefully to whisper: "I'll make you taste a little of your own medicine.."

He gasped in shock, I used my hand to slam his head back into the cold ground, him gasping at the pain it caused him. I quickly tore with what I had of my strength, of my fury, his pants and pulled them down, I heard him scream beneath me but I quickly spanked him even though he had boxers on, he screamed loudly at this.

"Shhh... You like doing this to innocent people but you don't like it when it's done to you? Crying bitch..."

I started to hit his ass more, his body responded with small spasms, he also let out small gasps at my spankings. I got closer to his face, my mouth on his ear to whisper: "If you try to escape, I'll kill you."

I let go of Jimmy's hair, for a second I thought I saw tears in his psycho eyes as I got a little closer, I could only smile at the thought. I positioned myself behind him to tear the fabric of his boxers, his ass was already red; I couldn't help but bite my lower lip furiously, seeing so much pain from someone who had caused that same pain.

I started to hit him more, his ass turning a painful red, I heard Jimmy let out a scream out of nowhere causing me to quickly squeeze his ass with my big hands: "Shut up, you didn't let her scream, why I would let you then? Get your ass up."

Jimmy's hips shook but he still tried to lift them as best he could, I saw him turn his head slightly to the right to see me behind him, I saw a small dry tear come out of his eye. I would lower the zipper of my jumpsuit to take it off below my hips and take out my cock, resting it between Jimmy's two red and sore buttocks, he would jump when he felt it: "Oh, is the abuser sensitive?" I said with pure sarcasm, he dedicated himself to sticking his face to the floor. My cock began to harden, leaving pre-cum at the entrance of his ass, I would rest the tip of my member at the entrance, I decided to take just a few seconds to tell him with a furious voice: "I hope this hurts" - I slammed my penis inside his ass completely, without gentleness, without love, only fury and revenge.

Jimmy's little screams would sound all over the room, with the red consoles and that foam around. I would hear him gasp, I don't know if it was from pain or pleasure, I didn't care; I would pull out and bury my cock against his ass while I grabbed his red buttocks to hold him even if it hurt, I would hit him from time to time, just to take out the anger I have of him ON HIM.

"Stop! Stop please!"

"Oh no... we're going to be like this until you can't move anymore."

I grabbed his hair back so I could ram him deeper, my hair disheveled from moving so much, in a harsh way I grabbed his hips and rammed one last time, my balls would pucker as I would cum inside him, even being inside, still grabbing his hair I would guide his head so he would turn to look at me, he had saliva coming out of his mouth, along with dry and new tears coming out of his tear ducts; I got closer to his ear and whispered:

"Take responsibility Jimmy."

I threw his head against the ground, leaving him lying there, as I stood up to put on my overalls without a care in the world, I walked to the metal door, before leaving I gave him one last look; lying there, panting, having small spasms, and the worst? He had cum, his semen shot in his abdomen.

[prttycherry]

"It was a fish, I swear."

Warning: Cute, kind of seductive with a hint of ughh 😩

°You and Ni-ki have been best friends forever, it was a genuinely nice friendship that everyone would want.

Though, it was no secret there was some deeper chemistry going on between the two of you. And even tho you both new, neither of you said shit and just continued to ignore your feelings.

One day, Ni-ki decides to change this by inviting you to go to the beach, let's see what he has in mind.°

You're in your room, getting ready for so called "day at the beach", you knew Ni-ki probably drank some expired milk cuz it's literally winter time. The water is too cold and the damn sand is probably frozen, who does this fake emo ass think he is? But you dressed up anyway.

You put on a nice baby blue sweater that you ordered off Shien for a $1.50. It was nice but definitely not worth that much, it even came with a note saying "help me", must've been a local bird trying to mess with you.

You also put on a pair of baggy ass jeans that you stole from your dad's closet (cuz you have one) before he ran away (never mind). You put on a pair of boots and a beanie before walking out of your room and downstairs where your mom is drinking wine while watching her favourite show on TV.

"Mom, I'm going to the beach with Ni-ki" you said and she nods "okay honey, make sure to put sunscreen on" the moment she said that you let out long sigh. She doesn't know what season it is again. Dear lord send me a goat.

You shake your head and just walk out. You waited for about 5 minutes before Ni-ki finally pulls up with his car and you get in.

"You look nice" he said in his feel voice making me smile slightly "I know" you say and he just starts driving.

When you get to the beach there was obviously no one there, cuz who else is stupid enough to go to the beach in the middle of winter?

Ni-ki sets up a fluffy blanket he stole from his sister and you both sit down. You bring your knees to my chest and hug them then sigh and look at Ni-ki who's looking very comfortable and happy.

"Ni-ki, why? We could've literally go anywhere else, but you choose the frozen ass beach? Are you crazy?" You ask causing him to chuckle.

"Do you remember...the frozen lake?" He suddenly asks, sounding mysterious. You blink in Suprise and you take shaky breath "I.. Ni-ki.. we promised each other not to talk about that." You whisper and he looks at you"so you still remember?" He asks softly, his deep voice making your spine shiver. "Of course...how could I forget.."

Flashback

"Ni-ki stop!!" You laugh loudly as Ni-ki chased you down the forest with a worm on a long stick.

"Haha no way!!" He laugh as well and keeps chasing you then suddenly you trip in the slippery grass, face down. You yelp in pain and slowly sit up, Ni-ki throws the stivk away and quickly helps you up "omg, are you okay?" He asks worried but trying not to laugh and you just nod "yeah..."

"Oh look, a lake is frozen" Ni-ki suddenly said trying to get your mind off the incident. You turn your head to look and smile instantly spread across your face. You walk to the lake and step on it "wow...this is so magical" you say softly and start walking on the frozen lake with Ni-ki following you.

As you both enjoy walking on the frozen lake, Ni-ki suddenly approaches you from behind and gently turns you around so you can face him. You look up at him and your eyes lock together, there's nothing but your breaths keeping you from being completely close.

"Your shivering...do you need my shirt?" Ni-ki Whispers and you shake your head "you're crazy..." You whisper causing him to inch closer so your noses are touching "am I?" He whispers.

It feels like everything in the world stopped at that moment, no noise was heard, nothing was seen except for him and you in that moment. Ni-ki's hand slowly travelled up to you cheek, as he presses his cold palm into your cold red cheek you take a shaky breath. His thumb gently running over your cheek bone.

His gaze falls from your eyes down to your lips, then slowly starts Inching closer. You flutter your eyes closed, waiting for the kiss to happen.

Just as his lips are about to touch yours, a loud Mooo was heard from behind the two of you. You could feel Ni-ki's lips brushing slightly against yours but then they leave, leaving you desperate for that extra inch.

You sighed angry and turned around to look at the damn cow that was making fun of the two of you.

End of flashback

"I couldn't stop thinking about it...I know it's been months but..." He suddenly stops talking, you just keep looking at him and waiting for him to finish his sentence. "But what?" You ask in soft voice causing him to sigh "I wanted to recreate it the right way...it was winter time and the lake was frozen. So I waited for winter to come so the water can freeze and we can stand on it" he confesses making your heart stop. "What..? You waited just for that?" You whisper and he nods "I know it's stupid but-" you cut him off by grabbing his hand and standing up," let's go... right now...let's recreate it" you say and drag him with you.

You both stood on the frozen sea with smiles on your faces. Ni-ki steps closer to you and places his hand on your cheek causing you to lean into his touch. He then inches closer making both of your hearts drumming in you bodies. You take a shaky breath and close your eyes, waiting for the moment to finally happen.

After what feels like eternity, you finally feel his soft lips press against yours. The kiss was innocent and sweet, full of unspoken emotions. Both of you needed it and both of you craved it like it was the last drumstick in the chicken box, the last slice of pizza, the last piece of cake...

After awhile you both pull away while panting softly, Ni-ki presses a soft kiss on your forehead and you close your eyes.

You suddenly feel something wet poking your ankle. You look up at Ni-ki "stop, why are you doing that?" You ask him angry but he furrows his eyebrows and said it was a fish, I swear.

🎏🎣🐟🐠🐡

[arjudy224]

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

Our favorite environmental intern is called into an emergency situation at Gotham Harbor.

Gotham harbor buzzes with energy this morning. Fishermen compete for the best catch. Dozens of workers prep the yachts for their bosses rich escapades. Even the seagulls are hard at work today, eagerly searching the docks for their next meal. A perfect image of regular people living their lives. Unfortunately if we've been called, then something must be going horribly wrong. Judging from the crowd of distressed fishermen forming towards the end of the boardwalk, my gut feeling was right.

As I draw near the distressed crowd, a familiar voice rises above the rest.

"We are sending our best people to look into this. Keep an eye out for a press conference by the end of today." Detective Gordon addresses the crowd.

The crowd erupts in a chorus of anger.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm going to brutalize that clown!"

"God, I hate this city."

Behind the greying Detective stands a very sour looking Dr. Harris. I maneuver my way through the crowd next to him.

"Dr." I greet from behind.

Dr. Harris says nothing while attempting to catch a slippery fish.

"How adept are you at evolutionary biology?" He eventually asks through the sweat beating down his face.

"I dabble..." I respond growing closer to peer over his shoulder.

Dr. Harris grabs a fish with his bare hands. Before I can move the wiggling vertebrate leaps from his hands directly at my face.

"Catch it!" Dr. Harris hisses.

The flying tang leaves a wet trail across my cheek before dropping into my hands. The poor fish fights with everything it has to get away. Against all odds, I manage to wrangle the wiggle worm into a somewhat sturdy position in my palms.

Once the fish slows a bit, I notice something. The fish is smiling. A big yellow toothy smile with a red outline that one could mistake for lips. The external scales have turned a peculiar, yet familiar shade of pearly white. Both the pelvic fin and the pectoral fin have developed into a contrasting shade of dark green.

If I didn't know any better, I would say it looked like-

"Joker..." A voice growls interrupting my thoughts.

Turning to face our new arrival, I almost laugh at what I see. Batman's suit looks a little goofy in the morning heat. Sweat drips down his cowl to create a slight shimmer. Dr. Harris immediately begins explaining our situation to the Caped Crusader.

"This batch came in last night. We don't know how or why. The working hypothesis is that this may be a side effect of the Jokers latest toxin."

"Is it deadly?" Batman questions eyeing the gasping fish in my hands.

"Not to the fish. We should get the test results back by noon if we start soon."

Batman nods.

"Let me know what you find out."

I take pity on the fish and throw it back with the rest. Most of my life I've struggled with asthma: I know the feeling.

"What would he have to gain from this?" I wonder aloud.

Turning to the Dark Knight, I am stunned to realize there is nobody there. Batman disappeared. Doing a 360, I notice a dark figure hiding in the shadows on the nearest boat.

Huh.. Maybe the dark suit doesn't look so dumb in the daylight after all.

Dr. Harris smiles at me for the first time. My heart pounds. This can't be good.

"Didn't you say that you liked smoothies?"

Why does this feel like a test? I nod slowly.

"I hope you didn't eat anything too heavy this morning. We'll need to prep quite a bit of samples."

I narrow my eyes. Samples are typically liquid. How would we make fish.... Oh my God... This cannot be happening.

"Don't we need to test the water for excess nutrients? We don't want an algae bloom to form from the toxin."

There's a glint that forms underneath his unnecessarily large glasses.

"All in good time dear. We can worry about that after lunch."

Hoisting the barrel of Joker fish into the bed of his pick up truck, Dr. Harris teases down at me.

"After we prep those samples, how about fish and chips? I'm having a craving."

The Intern: Gotham x reader

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Field Trip

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

[cyanocoraxx]

i know millipedes have become the more "socially acceptable" myriapod but the pitting of millipedes against centipedes i see all the time is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. ueughhgh. i adore millipedes, i think they're neat little guys, but millipedes are hardly comparable to centipedes and it's unfair to lump them together as the "good animal" vs the "evil animal." i see countless comments online saying how ugly, disgusting, creepy, and evil centipedes are.

so, centipede propaganda:

anecdotal evidence suggests they have good memory capacity, able to remember escape routes and the location of prey. cool

they can learn to tolerate handling by humans and some appear to enjoy being petted by humans. obviously we can't ask them if they like it but if a lightning-fast worm made of knives doesn't like something it's going to tell you. a centipede just won't allow itself to be in a situation it doesn't want to be in. but obvs disclaimer: don't handle a centipede without experience and handle at your own risk. research bite reports. etc. be sensible, bites can be serious

each pede has its own temperament. some are comparatively chill and lazy, earning them the nicknames "lazipedes" while others are reactive and defensive.

they feel safest under rocks and leaves (in their banky…) if mine are stressed sometimes i just plop a leaf over their head and they settle down instantly

not all of them JUST eat other animals. some dabble in fruits too! the fruit enjoyers .

they spend a lot of time grooming their antennae. you think that sleek aesthetic maintains itself? their relaxed side esp when grooming is fascinating to see. the creature you likely only see darting away from you at 1000mph is also capable of Chilling the fuck out.

they have terrible eyesight. imagine a centipede with tiny little glasses. don't you feel better now? anyway the fact that they don't see well is part of why they sometimes react so viscerally to things. you probably would too if you were small and preyed on by big things.

centipede mothers fiercely protect, groom, and nurture their babies. they do so for longer than they "need" to in some cases. in a study a variety of pede species were found sharing nest sites in forest canopies, demonstrating a lack of negative spatial associations. this was unusual because we typically expect these guys to not be keen on sharing.

not all bites are due to "aggression" but more from using their fangs in an exploratory nature. think of them as kids but instead of hands they have fangs. it's slippery on you so i'll grab on gently with my venomous fangs. i don't know what you are yet so i'm gonna reach out and test the Texture. you smell salty, i'm gonna lick you. etc.

they are ouppies.

even if you think they're ugly they come in so many colours so there's gonna be one that suits ur taste. there's baja blast blue. ridiculously bright red. piss yellow. candy corn black & orange. if you can think of a colour combo there's probably one out there.

anyway. our empathy for animals shouldn't only extend to those we find socially acceptable or easy enough to anthropomorphize

[banjo-snail-punchy]

Reverend Jones unironically yodels and yells, "YEE-YEE," when he catches a Reagent in a trap or with his scourge. He can also whistle loudly like he's calling back a herd of cows. Cowboy at heart always.

And some quotes I whipped up if he were a Prime Asset in the game:

Sees Reagents

"Howdy!" (Sees Reagent) "Yew better be ready to see yer maker!" "Yew just gotta recite the verse for me and I'll leave yew alone! Dangit!" "She's hidin' well from me. Bless her heart." "I killed that thief! I reckon the item's still on his stupid dead body!" "Dang dirty scoundrels, crawlin' around like rats! Hm, but I do like rats..." "How'd yew get here, darlin'? Yew look lost!" "I'm only a man of God, nothin' more!" "Yew look like yew can handle a few whips..." "Pliable!" "No, yew look too good to be true, sweetheart."

Attacks (mainly attacks men)

"Yew tell yer lady-friends to stay out of this exchange, ya hear me?" "I want yew to bleed and pave the path with yer blood, son." "Yew think yer worthy of Him?! Do yew?! Then bear it!" "I'll make yew carry that cross to yer grave, boy!" "Yer mine! No- better- yew'll be His soon!" "Were yew fastin' before yer crucifixion, worm?" "Embrace the pain and sufferin', just like Jesus did!"

Final Kill

"Tell Him that I failed to find a proper lamb." "Yer not even worth nailin' to the cross." "Dangit! Yew died!" "I would've given yew a glass of rosemary water if yew bared with me just a few seconds longer..." "Yer just like me. Unworthy." "Let's all ask for forgiveness."

Loses Sight

"Jesus! I'm going blind in these parts! Lord, forgive me!" "Oh, stop bein' so slippery now!" "What? Are yew our Jesus or the cowardly Judas?!" "I'll forgive yew first before He does." "It's cold without yer blood warmin' my hands." "And he runs to find the sheepfold..." "And she flees back to the chapel..."

[gossipteasworld]

”Lewis is an aquarius and they are not notoriously affectionate people.”

anon, i know we're all speculating about these celebrities’ lives since it's all made public but let's not resort to pseudoscience i beg... (⁠T⁠T⁠) zodiacs should be a fun thing that people can look at anytime, not something that determines your personality traits, you know? it's a slippery slope to fall on!

on the other hand, i totally agree with you about how people are more comfortable showing their love in different ways! what we've said in the earlier ask is not indicative of there being a right way to love or anything, it was just an interesting thing to point out.

the thing about the jump from kaia and lewis's past relationships with their previous partners to theirs in the present is that the contrast is SO LOUD!! like austin and rainey are two personalities that are so unabashedly themselves that it's easy to focus your attention on them instead of their partner.

so get my train of thought: when we take kaia, whose persona -- this introspective bookworm, sensitive, intellectual, cool girl, etcetera. yk, like y/n from fics lmao -- was already curated and fabricated into something she's clearly not (not to mention her known bad reputation) along with her personality being drier than the sahara desert cuz she doesn't know what the fuck she wants for herself — and put her alongside someone like lewis, who, despite player tendencies, has his image defined as this lowkey “shy” guy who is a private person (which actually helps him hide his true facets but that's a can of worms to open another time lmao) with a placid and mild personality with not much essence PLUS very divergent interests to her — it results into the most boring and ??? couple you've ever seen 😭

that's why it's tedious. why people compare their relationship to their past ones: it's a dull and uninteresting couple, and every DM gossip about them seem very meticulously fabricated and stupid. cuz what is there to comment about their 5 month relationship?? 😭

anyways, love ur blog!!

I agree that zodiacs do not summarize your personality (I'm Sagittarius for example and I think I have nothing to do with these signs lmao) but at the same time signs are very accurate with some people's personalities (I think Austin is totally a Leo lol) but that are some signs like aquarius or Kaia's sign Virgin that I don't know that much so I go...are all Virgins like her? 😭

"Austin and Rainey are two personalities that are so unabashedly themselves" I think I couldn't agree more with this phase

That's so true, I think Kaia persona is fabricated, much this because of her looks too, I think just because she likes books they fabricated her as this intellectual smart girl and sensitive but I never saw Kaia being vulnerable, even her books conversations are scripted. Along with her personality being drier than the sahara desert (lmao) -yeah

I think both him and Kaia use the image they have to hide their true faces, him as the shy guy and she as the book girl but yeah putting these both side by side we get the most boring couple out there

Kaia and Lewis are the type of couple that doesn't even deserve an article about a night make out, because this is not what every couple does? so that's why it's fabricated, do we need to know from Just Jared, People, Page Six that a couple that are together for 5 months are kissing in the lips? no.

Kaia go after the it boys but she's so boring that she's not able to make them a it couple

Thank you! 🤍 and I loved your message, very well detailed and observer

[velvetvexations]

https://www.tumblr.com/velvetvexations/780044935220150272/im-not-justifying-things-like-the-nukes-or?source=share

I... Understand what you are saying. This is purposeful, because the US cannot do anything that would paint China as anything but an aggressor because so much of the racism against us is justified by China being a threat and Japan won't talk about it either, because what major power admits it's own crimes very often? So yeah, you're right, they aren't going to talk about what Japan did to places like China, the Philippines, etc. As a Chinese person, though, with Japanese friends, I do find these conversations are a very slippery slope that often end up derailing into anti-Japanese sentiments, especially online. I know you know this, but this can of worms has left a lot of scars in our communities, ones I constantly see being opened and reopened and events that are constantly weaponized against us, especially diaspora communities. I find it hard to explain this properly, I hope that I'm not coming across as harsh or patronizing or like I'm trying to tell you what you can or can't do with your blog and I do for the record want to say that I'm not trying to say you're being racist or anything like that and I do hear you pointing out that nothing justifies being nuked.

I'm unsure if you're American or not, but I can't emphasize enough how little Americans actually know about the background to the Pacific War. I'm partly really harsh on Imperial Japan because they were genuinely horrible and responsible for more death and destruction and over a much longer period than Nazi Germany, but this was immediately white-washed after they surrendered and is not typically taught because America decided they needed the very same fascists' they just defeated in power to counter communism in China. I have no doubt that for a lot of my followers nearly everything I say about Imperial Japan is totally new information.

I understand your concern, though. Thank you for bringing it up.

[capn-twitchery]

I feel like twitch would be really into snake oil type products for The Bit

JFJFNFK YOU'RE SO RIGHT,,THEY WOULD,,i'm feeding them worm syrup

but also i think this is a terrifying slippery slope into them becoming a really good snake oil salesman themselves. can you imagine

they could sell zee creature based snake oil that those high society party guests couldn't even Dream of. yeah this vitality tonic made from elder continent zee beast juice. hunted them myself. 5 echoes a bottle

[artbyblastweave]

Hey I was wondering since you are very familiar with superhero comics/media and I am not: I remember reading on TVTropes about how there was some comic arc where Superman is basically forced to kill the Joker/does it under extremely understandable circumstances, but then immediately jumps off the slippery slope and becomes a horrible mass murderer. SO, I was wondering if Amy in Worm is a commentary/take on this, on what kind of warped understanding of morality taught by someone's family environment would one have to have to actually believe breaking one's principles once while being forced to by a serial killer would make you into an irredeemable villain forever, and what kind of trauma and warped understanding would you have to have for that to actually be TRUE and for you to actually do horrible things afterward. Emphasizing that that kind of moral arc is not how normal humans work and there would have to be very unusual circumstances for it to happen. But since I don't know about superhero comics I can't really elaborate on this, so I wonder what you think of the idea.

So the specific arc you're talking about was Injustice: Gods Among Us, and the tie-in comics produced as a backstory for that video game- which came out in 2013 onward, so the times don't line up for Amy to be a commentary on that arc specifically. In particular, Superman has basically the exact opposite issue that Amy does; he killed Joker because he murdered an entire city, and he justifies his subsequent slide towards tyranny on the grounds that he wasn't being proactive enough to stop things like that beforehand. Kind of a common refrain in "Superman loses it" stories- refer in particular to the "I did love being a hero. But if this is where it leads, I'm done with it" scene from the Justice Lords arc of the old Justice League cartoon. (Batman is occasionally painted as having a "murder-is-like-potato-chips" problem, refraining from killing because he wouldn't be able to stop. Depends on the writer, though.) What Amy absolutely is commenting on is what I think was a very pervasive idea in cape comics in the years when Worm was being formulated- the idea of the hero/villain binary as a real and meaningful thing, two meaningful categories of people which you can switch between as a discreet and meaningful action. Black Knight, Hawkeye, Rogue- all superheroes who started as supervillains, two distinct statuses which they held. Characters like Deadpool and Harley Quinn start as villains and drift towards a third-position antiheroic middle-ground that's treated as noteworthy for not really falling into either camp- in turn sort of generating what basically amounts to a third cluster, a coherent trinary. (A lot of 90s anti-heroes reifying the binary in how they're marketed as violating it.) Not actually many heroes I can think of who've gone full villain and had that stick, but definitely heroes who've flipped for a time in a meaningful way- Hal Jordan becoming Parallax sticks in my head. And at least since the 80s you've had writers making post-modern gags about powered people who opt out entirely and have day jobs using their powers for something mundane. (The X-Men are all over the place in here.) And subdued but gradually swelling in popularity is where Worm lands- the idea that what you're actually looking at here is a mob of agents, with their own granular agendas, alliances, outlooks, lines in the sand, and relationship to the law-as-written- that when a hero starts acting villainous or a villain does something heroic, when they approach a fifty-fifty split without actually changing their label, it's an indictment of the idea you can actually broadly group them so neatly in the first place. And there's a lot of clunky dialogue in parts of Worm where characters are treating the hero/villain binary as a real tangible thing- "hero behavior, villain behavior-" in a way that seems hilariously naïve and awkward from where I'm sitting in 2023, and indeed was probably kind of a no-duh moment even in 2011. Anti-heroes had been around for a while. But I do think that those sequences were written in conversation with an assumption about the genre that wasn't totally dead in the water at the time, an assumption that Amy holds as a way of showing how treating the categories as innate will drive you nuts when they fail to model reality. I genuinely believe that the MCU and DCEU have killed this binary dead in the general consciousness, though. These days a "superhero" is whoever the protagonist of the movie is, and the idea that that can encompass a whole range of moralities is pretty strongly cemented. A supervillain is whoever fights the star of the movie once and then dies. It's whoever is creating a problem right that second, not a social role you hold for a prolonged period. In this way and some others, Worm hasn't been commenting on the dominant paradigm of superheroism in some time- it's becoming kind of a period piece.

[dufrau]

blame @monstrous-femme when i dont accomplish anything today because this is how i spent my writing time

(this is in reference to this post)

"Okay. Okay," Robin said. Nancy pictured her serious face, pictured her nodding. Her messy hair. She pictured Robin's hands and wondered what they were doing, if anything. Wondered if they were as warm now as they had been on that day. She wondered if Robin could multitask. "The park. We were in the park. That's what you want to know about?"

"Yeah," Nancy breathed out. "Tell me about the park."

"Okay," Robin said again. "Okay. The park." She swallowed, loud. "It was... hot out. And we were walking. And you were next to me. And your arm kept pressing against my arm, and it was sweaty, and hot. But I liked it. It was just an accident, but I liked it."

"I liked it too," Nancy admitted. 

"And we were on the path, and it was quiet," Robin rasped out. "Nobody else was there. And then we were in the shade."

"The trees," Nancy remembered.

"Right," Robin kept going. "The trees. And it was cooler under there, like immediately. Like jumping into a pool almost. I had goosebumps. It was- You looked so pretty, I remember. You were so pretty, and I kind of froze. And you walked ahead. And there was light, a little. Like coming down through the leaves, and it caught your hair and you were so pretty."

"There was a bird, calling, in the trees," Nancy said. "An owl, I thought. I wanted to try to see it."

Robin laughed, low. "Right. I heard it. The sound of it, I remember. It was... ghostly almost. It was lonely, almost. And it was just us, somehow. And I just saw you there, just standing there under that little bit of light, just looking up."

"I remember," Nancy said. 

"And I couldn't... I couldn't stand it anymore," Robin admitted. Nancy pictured her eyes clenched shut in confession. "So I... I went after you. I walked after you. Towards you."

"Keep talking," Nancy begged. "I'm so- keep going."

"But it wasn't just us," Robin said. Her voice raw and rough. "There was a... I wasn't looking, I was too... And I stepped on the banana on the path-"

"Yes," Nancy panted.

"And it was, fuck," Robin husked out. "It was so slippery, Nance."

"I know," Nancy told the truth.

"And I couldn't- I mean it was so fucking slippery, baby, I just couldn't help myself."

"You fell," Nancy said for her.

"Yeah." Robin's breathing was getting faster. "I fell. And my mouth-"

"God, your mouth," Nancy moaned.

"It was open, because-"

"Because you were so surprised, from slipping on the banana," Nancy helped her get the words out.

"Fuck. Yeah. I have never been so surprised in my life," Robin admitted. "And so my mouth was open, and I was falling. And then. Jesus, Nance. The bird."

"The owl," Nancy nodded. She was sweating now. She was so close. "I was right. It was an owl. I knew it."

"You were right," Robin panted. "The bird. The owl. It flew down and it grabbed the string of your dress, because- Fuck. Christ. Fuck, Nance. Because. It must have thought it was a worm."

"Yeah," Nancy could barely get the syllable out. She tried to focus but it was hard, against the thrum of her fingers and the rumble of Robin's voice in her ear. "Yeah. That makes a lot of sense actually."

"And my mouth was open, and your dress fell down because of the owl, and I landed-"

"Right on my titty," Nancy gasped out. "Your mouth landed right on my titty, on account of the banana and the owl who thought the tie of my dress was a worm."

"Yes. Fuck, Nancy."

"It's okay," Nancy encouraged her. She wanted to hear it. "It's okay."

"And then, ah-" Robin was so close, Nancy could feel it even through the phone. "And then the snapping turtle ate my pants, and- Oh god- Nance- I'm-"

It was too much, and Nancy felt herself coming to the sound of Robin on the phone, the call of the owl still ringing in her ears. She could almost taste the snapping turtle that she had killed and roasted over an open fire after they had fucked in the mud in the park that day, before they were arrested.

She let her breathing calm back down, until all that was left was calm. The calm of the hunter. She would catch that owl one day. The next time it tried to eat the string of her dress, it would find a much more dangerous worm.

Nancy swore it.

[ccrites]

Signal Lost

I've had something happen to me that's so incredible and that I could have never hoped, something so touching and so unbelievable that it made me rethink a whole lot of stuff: a wonderful reader on Ao3 started reading my long-form fic (101k words!!!) and commented basically every chapter after a certain point. And wow, I would have never thought something like this might happen.

And yeah, it is my first fic with plot in it, yeah I will never believe it to be perfect, but it's good enough. And receiving all those emails from Ao3 really was the highlight of my days over the course of which I saw said reader slowly go through all my favorite parts!

And so I wish to give it some spotlight here, while I'm finishing up my school year and work and whatever! I will post this here for now, but I will drop chapters every few days and make a Masterlist for it this weekend. (nvm I don't have the energy to do this any time soon lmao) I have too many loose ideas in my head so this is just to pass the time till the brain worms wiggle all in the same direction

So without further ado:

Link to AO3 here : Signal Lost - a John Price x reader fic

----- here's a blurb to pique your interest!

“I don’t think I’ve ever received a document as classified as this one. What am I supposed to do with it, Kate?” he says, dragging his thumb across the pile of papers, each file filled with more ink than the last.

“You asked for proof, there’s your proof,” Laswell says.

“You said you’ll bring someone competent, and who can help us, this doesn’t tell me shit.” He stares blankly at the screen, tired. She stares back.

“The Captain specifically asked to keep this under wraps.”

He rubs at his face, scratching at his beard. It’s getting long again.

“Who is he, anyway?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

He groans again, picking up the file on top. No photo, no name, no age, no height, weight, no nothing . And he thought Simon was secretive.

“What can you tell me?”

“It’s the closest we’ve ever gotten to him. Did things a particular way.”

He shifts through the papers. “And the discharge?”

“Left after the entire team got wiped out. Messy stuff.”

“That why he doesn’t show his face?” He bends forward, grabbing the cigar from the ashtray and bringing it to his lips.

“John.” Her voice carries a heavy warning.

“Just sayin’,” he says, biting around the cigar with one side of the mouth. “What kinda captain doesn’t go down with his men?”

“Got enough guilt as is. You’re lucky I convinced them.”

They both remain silent. They know the missions would be a slippery slope. One wrong move and a war is started. He puffs a cloud of smoke.

“Anything else?” John asks.

Kate looks to the side, her face illuminated by another screen. He can see her hesitate, her lips are pursed in a thin line as if she’s debating her options.

“You’ve worked together before.”

His face lights up. “Finally! Who?”

Her face immediately hardens back up. “Can’t tell, John, my hands are tied.” She sighs. “You were still a Lieutenant.”

Years ago then. He mentally catalogs everyone he’s ever worked with, but he knows that at that age, he was throwing himself at every available mission, wanting to make a name for himself. “So an old fart then? How’s that gonna help us?” If the guy was a Captain when he was still a Lieutenant, and he felt himself grow old, he can’t imagine who Laswell is bringing back from the dead.

Laswell’s face distorts, he knows he’s pushing her buttons, but he has to know.

“Not older than you John.”

His eyebrows raise. “Oh?”

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or

returning to the military to hunt Makarov is hard enough, to do it with your past lover is even harder. a "friends to lovers to enemies to friends and back to lovers" story

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Tags and other CW: will be posted for each chapter containing warnings for more hardcore stuff (i.e., torture and angst namely), but this is a fanfic, with smut, so if you want all the tags feel free to check the ao3 link bc there are a LOT and I am lazy to retype them all here

[makeucrawl]

((nsfw short or fic prompt: ))

Jack becomes stuck in a hole in a wall

And

Night Hunter OR Coyle get to him

((Sorry Jack! I do love you!!))

Just for the future: Jack does not get paired with Coyle.

Night Hunter x Reagent Jack

“Rabbit Hole”

!!WARNING!! NSFW!!

Jack was trapped in a hole in the wall.

Despite his believing that he could slide through, he ended up becoming trapped. He groaned and made another unsuccessful attempt to pull himself through.

The reagent told himself that the hole was smaller than he had assumed, or his clothing was trapped. It had nothing to do with his body mass.

"Cmon!! I'm not that big!"

Frustrated, he kicked his legs until he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. He was the only person there at the trial and did not hear Dr. Futterman's drill so it could only be an ex-pop.

Jack freezes his entire body in the hopes of looking like just another body.

“What’s this now?”

When Jack heard the voice purr, he knew it was the Night Hunter.

He had always had a difficult time dealing with that man. His accent filled Jack with dread like he hadn't felt since the war.

"Are you stuck rabbit?" Even though he was lying still, he felt the ex-pop's foot push into his backside. "Couldn't make it into your rabbit hole huh?" The night hunter pushes his foot harder, taunting the reagent.

“It's like you wanted to be found." Jack's eyes widen as he feels the other abruptly pull his pants and underwear down.

No point in pretending to be dead now.

"H-Hey! Stop!" He kicks his legs again, but stops when he feels the blade of a knife delicately glide across his now exposed skin.

"Gonna cut you up and make rabbit stew if you don't stop moving." The night hunter emphasizes his point by creating a cut on the reagent's backside.

Jack relaxes his body to show that he intends to comply.

"That's a good little glow worm. Let’s have us a look-see."

Jack clenches his teeth as hands spread him open. "I wish you could see what I see." The stuck reagent lets out a sharp gasp as he feels something wet against his hole. The ex-pop rasped his tongue against him eagerly, like a starved man.

Jack felt his face flush and bit into his arm to suppress any sounds.

“Gonna make you shine~” The night hunter hummed and pressed his tongue within. It wiggled inside the reagent, like a strange creature.

Despite the strangely horrible situation, it was starting to feel really good.

When was the last time Jack got touched so intimately by someone?

The tongue finally leaves him, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

"Ooooh…Slippery worm." The night hunter hums with pleasure, and Jack feels something hot and hard rubbing against him.

Before he could say anything, he felt the ex-pop shove into him. A strangled cry escapes the reagent as the other man pushes himself all the way inside.

"Hnnnnn~ I like this toy." He purrs, beginning his harsh and sloppy pace inside the other man.

Jack couldn't keep his voice down any longer.

Every little cry and moan permeated the cramped confines Jack was stuck in.

"Noisy little glowworm! Hmmnnn I could do this all night!” The ex-pop exclaims as he begins to pant heavily.

Jack didn't know how much longer he could keep going. He lets out a plaintive whine, which only serves to energize the night hunter.

"You gonna come rabbit?"

Jack groans loudly, feeling a hand begin to rub his cock. It had been too long since someone touched him there, and it pushed him over the edge.

He moans loudly as he feels himself cumming onto the floor. "Here I come rabbit." Jack's body tenses as he feels the ex pop emptying himself inside. Every twitch of the other’s cock had him shivering.

“That was fun. Even better than the war.”

Jack groaned at that, then shuddered as the other man left him empty.

"I'll let you go this time rabbit." The night hunter gives Jack an appreciative pat on the backside.

Soon, Jack could hear the heavy steps of the other’s boots as he left.

"F-Fuckin..Hell.." The reagent groaned, finally able to get himself free from his cramped position. The sweat on his body made things a little easier.

"Hate this place." Jack wheezes and slumps on the ground.

[brandwhorestarscream]

I love the ideia of a very tiny megatron 🤣

But now I'm picturing Prowl riding Green, like she's a dragon.

Oh my god your brain is HUGE

How did he make friends with Green? Easy! Her egg fell out of the nest during a storm, and Prowl was in the middle of making an improvised pulley system to put her hack, but then, uh oh! The egg started cracking, and a la The Wild Robot, the baby pterosaur imprinted on the first thing she saw. That being Prowl. She started following him around, eagerly, always chirping and nuzzling at him. She loves her mama bot so much!

Green's already taller than him at the point of hatching, and it takes a lot to feed her. The wire worms are slippery and wiggly and also longer than him, digging them out of the ground and then pulling them out like stubborn, oily weeds takes a lot of work. When she learns to use her beak and claws to help uproot stuff, it's a relief, and he's very proud of her

Teaching her to fly is a conundrum! Many crashes, many bruises, and he worries she may never get off the ground. He tried to return her to her parents, but she refused to stay in the nest, and after the third time of her jumping out of the tree to follow him, he gave up and took her home. He reads what he can on the datanet about pterosaur rearing and how best to care for them, but they're not exactly a common domesticated pet. He figures it out as he goes, strengthening her wings and confidence through play. When she finally gets into the sky, part of him is worried she'll never come back. But she returns swiftly, flying a few laps around the big tree that the microbot lives under, before coming back in for a clumsy landing, visibly preening and hoping for praise. He gives her lots of scritches and says, "Good girl, Green! Very well done."

The first time he flies with her, it wasn't by choice. Green suddenly put her beak to the ground and shoved her head between his legs, forcefully nudging him onto her back and between her shoulder blades, then took off with Prowl screaming and hanging on for dear life. Afterwards, he starts fashioning a body harness for each of them, multiple clips on his to help him stay in place, and directly reigns so he could help control where she goes. They're quite a sight, tiny little 4 inch Prowl riding on the back of his green dragon daughter 🤭

Final thought: the first time Prowl sees the world from the sky is a life-changing moment. Obviously the world is huge, just titanically massive compared to him. The sheer scale of everything made it difficult to digest, and his first time in the air, everything looks small. Everything looks like it's his size, and for the first time in his life he realizes how desperately he longs to live a life like the Big Ones, with no scurrying and hiding and having all the opportunities that they do. He'd like to live in a city like the ones he sees from on high, with other bots. How nice would it be to have a whole place that's the right size? He can only imagine

[crusherthedoctor]

What do you think of the HC that Sonic is Maria reincarnated?

Can't say I'm too into it personally. Granted, it's just a headcanon at the end of the day (well, I say that...), so it's not a huge deal or anything, but since you asked... :P

To explain why: a lot of it boils down to my hesitance when it comes to the reincarnation trope in general. While I am interested in reincarnation as a potential concept in real life, the way it's portrayed in fiction has always been a slippery slope when it comes to preserving identity. Specifically, it's very easy for Character B to be seen as little more than Character A with a different face by not only fans, but also in some cases by the work itself, and honestly, even in stories that valiantly attempt to drive home that Character B is their own person, the revelation that they were once Character A is often hammered down so massively - and symbolically - that it nonetheless overwrites their perception and treatment to a certain degree.

Now apply that to the Sonic fandom. There is no way fans would not reduce Sonic to being little more than Maria as a blue hedgehog, even if they insist otherwise. "This moment with Sonic mirrors how Maria-" See? That's what I'm talking about lol.

Then there's the matter of this putting a spanner in the idea of Maria actually being dead, because now she's not really dead. Now yes, to be fair, there are interesting debates to be had over Person A's status as dead or alive with the knowledge that they reincarnated into Person B, but as I said, it often tends to feel cheap with how it's normally portrayed in fiction, which again, would inevitably triple in a fandom that reduces Eggman to Sage's dad and Tails to Sonic's mindless sidekick. For instance, even if Sonic didn't know that he was once Maria, him telling Merlina in Black Knight that everything has an end, and that we have to live life in the time that we've got, would lose a lot of its punch with the knowledge that this is effectively being said by someone who already died in a previous identity: sure, characters return from apparent death all the time in this franchise (Shadow, Black Doom, Sonic himself in '06), but this opens a whole new can of worms that I don't think most fans, or certain hack writers, would be equipped to deal with. It would also run the risk of undermining Shadow's arc of finally moving on from his past (again) instead of letting it consume him (again).

And not to sound like a Shadow hater, but to be frank, Maria's newfound link as the one who reincarnated into the main character of the series would also tie Shadow's importance even further to Sonic himself, meaning that Tails, Amy, and all the other characters would appear even more insignificant by comparison, something they already have to struggle with as it is. After having an entire year dedicated to him, does Shadow really need more plot favourtism? You could argue it risks downplaying Eggman as well, because with Maria Robotnik being Sonic's pre-reincarnation, Ivo would no longer be the most influential Robotnik in the franchise's scope.

So yeah, that's my thoughts when thinking way too hard and seriously about it lmao. Again, I know it's just a vibesy headcanon and would probably never happen for real, but if I were to consider the ins and outs of it as though it were, there you go.

[inaris-pokemon-world]

As the stream of strangers finally slowed, Matcha finally realized how much of the day has gone by.

"Gosh, we should probably take a lunch break," Matcha decided. "We know you already ate, but would you like more food, Inaris?"

"Nom!" Inari squeaked. "Nomnomnom!"

Matcha chuckled, lifting Inari onto one of their heads. "What do you feel like today? Berries?"

"Ahhh!" Inari gripped Matcha's fur with one paw and began pointing up with the other. "Uppie!"

Confused, Matcha looked up, careful to make sure Inari wouldn't tumble off. In the sky, there was something darting around, too far up to really get a good look at it. At least until it suddenly stopped in midair.

It wasn't flapping, so clearly it wasn't using wings to fly. It was purple too, a strange color for the desert. Matcha squinted up the purple creature, trying to figure out what it was doing, when it suddenly started moving. Right at them.

Matcha grabbed Inari and started booking it. Even if the creature wasn't after them, it was still best not to be in the blast zone when it hit earth. And it was going FAST, the shockwave of it hitting the ground strong enough to knock them over.

It took Matcha a moment to recover, and by the time they did, the creature was standing over them. Was that a Meowscarada? No, wrong color and too bottom heavy. Not to mention the super long tail. It looked like one of their earlier visitors, but the color was very different.

"Oops!" the feline creature said, accent definitely foreign. "Sorry, little guys. I thought you were someone else. I'm not too good at finding them like this."

"'Them'? 'Like this'?" Matcha asked, still a bit in shock.

The creature ignore them, or perhaps didn't hear them. "Hey, have you little bunnies seen...?"

They suddenly trailed off, staring at the little bundle of fur Matcha had clutched close to their bodies. Inari was wriggling against Matcha, squeaking indignantly at having been confined in any way. Matcha tried to shield Inari with their bodies, but the little Mew was too slippery and wormed their way out.

Before Matcha could even cry out to stop them, Inari darted over to the stranger, paws up.

[To be continued...]

...And that’s it for this year! Thanks to everyone who asked stuff for my lil mini event. If you have any questions about this little AU, please feel free to fire away. I'll answer what I can without spoiling the prime timeline ofc.