#mc amity

[fox-daddy]

What species/class would your Mc be in the DND world?

Kyle - Dragonborn - Bard/sorcerer

Hunter - Tiefling - barbarian/Fighter

Bluebell - Aarakocra - Druid

Sora - Changeling - Wizard/Warlock

Fauna - Tabaxi - Druid/Ranger

Amity - Half-Elf - sorcerer/Rouge

[fox-daddy]

Without even thinking about this I ended up not doing it. My most angry and aggressive Mc is albino and my most physically unable to fight Mc is the darkest skinned Mc I have. (they can still f you up with magic but even then their magic is heavily specialized into shields and defensive spells)

It's everywhere

[kea-lover]

Fox gave us a Grimace shake to share 10/10 cold, tastes similar to cake and is sweet

7/10 good shake bit to sweet

Bluebell said 8.5/10

9.5/10 needed sprinkles

9/10 a cake shake???

5/10 too cold, a tad too sweet and like Sora said it needed sprinkles to pull off the ✨vibe✨. It's okay for what it is, a marketing tool. Note it does have sprinkles on the cup itself but that feels cheap.

[uselessgay10101]

[8bitandbey0nd]

Nerd girl, I don’t deserve you.

I don’t get the references you refer to.

I love your Lipsmackers and your lack of perfume.

I hope to get you home by curfew.

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

this seemed funnier in my head-

lumity milkshake date but make it the entire hexsquad thirdwheeling and... its just the ep cover of fall out boy's evening out with your girlfriend. it just makes sense.

could be a band au..

[freightbrokeralarm]

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[lockandkeyblade]

First Rule of Ghost Fight Club

Hey look ma, there's a multichapter now!

Several months ago the GiW, flush off the success of having the Anti-Ecto Acts passed– even if they had to hide it beneath several hundred adjustments to agricultural and infrastructure legislation– made a mistake.

Their little campaign of hatred was going well, maybe too well– so why not make it public? Why not grasp for a little more power, incite some torch and pitchforks? There were a dozen roads the stupid bastards could've taken, but they wanted the shortcut. The highway.

They decided that their next campaign against the ghosts would be to release several videos highlighting the utter destruction left in the wake of their fights. Show America there was something worth fighting on their hometurf. Make them angry. Make them vicious.

Jason figures they’d expected some backlash for it. There would've been a PR guy, or ten, or twenty, paid the big bucks just to sit around and consider it all. He'd interrupted enough board room meetings in his youth past life that he's got a pretty damn good idea of what to visualize; a bunch of white guys, forty plus, sitting around and deciding how people they did not know, understand, or give two fucks about were likely to receive this kind of news.

Ghosts were real, and terrible. The slogans were equally as bad, of course. And that wasn't on the PR team- that was on whatever dead-eyed millennial got paid way too little to give a fuck. Grandma can't cook you pies like she used to- she's too busy eating your soul. Little Timmy who fell down the well has taken one too many pointers from Samara Morgan. That kinda shit.

Someone was still gonna care about 'em. Someone was gonna call this inhumane. Someone would look into that Act and realize ghosts; talking, once-living people (some of 'em), had less rights than the average lab rat. Someone would start a protest.

The GiW would've thought about that and prepared for it. They must've felt invincible enough to chance it anyway, because they started uploading their 'documentaries' on the barbarity of ghosts online. Probably stroking their cliché ass moustaches and puffing cheap cigars all the while.

The fuckers would've expected all that. What they didn't expect, when blasting the world with their little softcore snuff vids, was how into it the world became.

Ghost fights? Were fucking badass.

And now the whole world knows it.

Gotham, especially, knows it. Gotham loves it. This was the kind of thing that was made to take over the nightlife of an already unhinged city; sports bars replacing football with the newest renditions of that one robot dude smacking down a couple of buildings, taking bets on what was gonna get him first– Danger Twink, Little Red Flying Hood, Morally Ambiguous Scientists, or The Man.

Proper names for each entity- and every other painfully stereotypical character involved- were hard to come by, initially. Most of those founding videos had the sound swapped out for the screams of children, flat voiceovers of scientists reminding the people that ghosts don't feel, so don't feel for them.

The bars played 'em on mute and blasted their own tunes over the top. Others had their own live MCs to commentate on the action. Robot dude got the name Gadget Goatee, the sweetass punk rock girl was On Fleek. The ghost seemingly addicted to boxes was Box Ghost. Names like that. When camera crews of reputable (and not so reputable) sports channels started sneaking into Amity Park, some names got adjusted. Some didn't.

The day pre-fight interviews began to happen was the day Jason seriously started considering why the Justice League hadn't gotten involved yet, enough to ease that question into conversation with Dickiebird. To sate his curiosity, no other reason. Turns out, Danger Twink had asked them not to. And the Justice League, full of some of the most anal and controlling people Jason has ever had the misfortune to meet, had listened to him. The petition signed by almost the entirety of Amity Park's population had probably helped.

Apparently, the city didn't want or need help. On the fighting front, at least. Nightwing is as in the dark for what, precisely, had been shared about why that was, but it was enough for Batman to raise the requirements for permission to be obtained by any hero wanting to go into Amity Park’s space– and for the rest of the founding members to approve them. 

JL's continued efforts to flatten the GiW and their miserable Anti-Ecto Acts had been cheerfully encouraged. Everything else, though? That was Danger Twink's problem. Or Phantom's joy, if you asked Jason's opinion on the matter. Not that anyone did.

The reality these days was that the government agency, high off their own fumes- as they often were- managed to fuck themselves right out of existence. And the ghosts? The ghost fights?

They were there to stay. Impressively contained within Amity Park with a startling level of confidence and control, all thanks to one girl on a hoverboard and a dead guy.

Place was even considered a chill place to visit, contrary to the continually televised property damage. The fights continued to maintain a level of popularity that was almost feverish, stealing their way into primetime television, spawning a couple dozen streaming services that would inevitably cannibalise themselves.

Oh, Jason could see the appeal of those fights. Hell, if he thought he could get away with it, he’d join ‘em. Sure, most of Gotham was into it for the more obvious reasons. Vicious mauling and extensive infrastructure repair that wasn't their problem, for once. Something new to bet on, some cool people (dead, alive, or never alive in the first place) to throw merchandise around for. The phenomenal amount of simping, the utterly batshit rule 34 that could be found online. A few ghost themed cocktails. All that good shit.

Jason just liked the sound.

He hadn't gotten into the videos until he could hear 'em, the ghosts themselves. It was something he kept to himself, seeing as- hey, no one else was mentioning it. His family was likely to think him insane again, so that was another deterrent. Nah, let folks think Red Hood enjoyed having that shit on in the background for...inspiration. Of the this might happen to the next person who crosses me variety.

But nah. He just, liked the sound.

It was like a secret concert, just for him. Some of those fights might as well be fucking operas. Full on musicals with a bit more green blood to 'em. Every ghost sang in a way Jason couldn't describe. There was a vibrato to it all, otherworldly and entrancing. A resonance that seemed to sink past his skin, right down to his soul.

They sing about obsession. They talk about what matters most to them, the parts of their unlife that are their beating hearts, their drive, their love. Every fight is an illicit fantasy, an almost embarrassing revelation of the people beneath the caricatures– Gotham sees neat fights, and Jason hears souls. 

It was simultaneously off-putting and addictive.

And fuck him sideways, but sometimes? The songs were kind of cute.

Especially the ones for Danger Twink. Most of the songs were for Danger Twink. Phantom, as he kept trying to tell the media, over and over again. The kid barely looked legal, though it was hard to tell when he was, y'know, six feet under. Brat could be 

Bruce's great grandpa several times over, for all he knew.

But he wasn't, if the songs were anything to go by. As far as the ghosts were concerned, this implied to be twenty year-old was, in ghost terms, baby. He was baby.

All the other ghosts knew it. All the other ghosts adored it. A solid fifty percent of the songs Jason could hear, day in, day out, were basically gooshy renditions of look at our small king. Our light. He has grown so much.

That Phantom’s response is usually the equivalent of mom please, you’re embarrassing me, as he makes a crater out of the earth with his opponent? Classic.

In a way, this whole shebang the world was addicted to was just a community trying to rear their child. Their potentially important child, or just important to them. Jason really didn’t know which way it was leaning, and it’s not like he could ask.

Really, he was just content to witness, maybe fantasize, a little, about what kind of songs they’d sing under his fists. What kind of song Phantom might sing, if Jason pinned him into the dirt.

One video changes that.

It’s a new one. Gotham is terribly excited by it; wherever Jason goes, he sees advertisements and hears people talking because– new ghost. New ghost. A new challenger approaches. The bars and the television companies keep any hints of who or what this late entry to the game might be, and it’s smart. Everybody’s talking about it. Fuck, even Tim is talking about it, and that little idiot hates the whole thing. Thinks it’s sickening that any being’s pain could be turned into sport.

Not that he’s wrong, just, y’know. No one’s really being hurt. 

Jason thinks he might also be… a little anticipatory. He’s gotten awfully familiar with the usual roster, their songs something that rattles off in his head throughout the day. He knows– heh. He knows what Phantom sings back to them. Intimately. Has that part memorized, and he’s not ashamed to admit it.

He wants to hear Phantom sing about something new. That’s what’s exciting.

It’s exciting right up until he’s slouched down at a bar, eyes fixed to the screen and the cheers of the crowd around him drowned out by a tune that turns his blood to ice, stirs up something that’s been quiet in him for years, until his eyes flash green.

Because the new ghost doesn’t want to play with Phantom. He wants to own him. Like a dog. With discordant notes that sound like laughter, high pitched and crazed, like a metal pipe slamming into his face, over and over again–

And Phantom is defiant, glorious, powerful.

Afraid.

Jason doesn’t remember getting onto his bike, but as he heads east, he knows exactly where he’s going. Fuck permission, fuck the Justice League, and fuck Phantom for trying to handle that sort of shit on his own.

He doesn’t know how he’s gonna do it, but this Plasmius guy? Is about to learn what it’s like to die. For the second time.

[savouringmidnights]

“Three hours past midnight”

(A Xavier x Non!Mc Reader fic)

🌟 Disclaimer: If the following trigger warnings or the general genre of the fic make you uncomfortable, then please do not proceed ahead, thank you! 🌟

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TW: Angst,

Slight implications of Lemon

Heavily written from the Reader’s perspective

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Three hours past midnight…

It is often termed by many as the witches’ hour,

Although that wasn’t the only expression you’ve come across throughout the days of your existence.

‘Devil’s hour’, ‘time of pure evil’, ‘juncture in time bridging the world of the spirits with the world of the mortals’, yada yada; were among the many.

Initially when you were little, you too would be scared of the monster underneath your bed, or the hand that would come to reach out from behind the mirror….but

Being blessed with Insomnia, you slowly learnt to co-exist among the forces.

Maybe your amity with these forces proved to be stronger than those of the universe,

Resulting in your encounter with a certain Deepspace Hunter, sleeping amongst the bushes, the earth providing him with a humble sack…

“Umm…”, your nightly stroll was successfully done for…

But being a honest samaritan, you couldn’t leave him be there…so you got down to your knees and gently shook his arm…

No response.

“Umm excuse me, mister”,

No response.

You continued your motions for several minutes, when finally tickling a leaf against his nose did the job.

“Huh…?”, his voice seemed as soft as the fluffy clouds above…

“Hello hi sorry for waking you up but…you’re literally sleeping on the grass?”

He groaned, rubbing his eyes, as he slowly stretched and sat up…

“Sorry…I got drowsy…”

You nodded sympathetically, you couldn’t relate…

“Where do you live? I can help you get there or if it’s far away you can stay the night at mine…it is 3 in the morning after all…”

“Hmm?”

“I said—”

“No I heard you…well I live few blocks away…”

“Well then…you’re welcomed to rest the night at mine…”

“…”

“…”

“As long as you’re not a criminal or robber or—”

“Xavier. Deepspace Hunter working under the Hunters’ Association.”, he cut you off speaking up.

You nod, “(Name). I work as a—”, you stop as you catch him dozing off while standing…huh…

“Wait wait wait! Don’t doze off here again!”

….

Three hours past midnight…

Your lips always curl up at the reminiscence of that night when you’d first met your now boyfriend…who would whether or whether not given the chance could fall asleep anywhere and everywhere, regardless of the consequences…

You let out a silent giggle remembering the midnight you’d confessed to him your feelings, right after several months of hangouts and meet-ups…

Upon returning back home, you’d call him like usual interrogating about his day and work…your conversation would only carry on further if he’d give you the green signal that the Wanderers weren’t annoying stressful that day…let’s say every night you got that green signal…

What would you do? You would yap on about your day, while he would listen listen listen…

“Xavi…did you fall asleep?”

“Perfectly awake my star…”

Oh did you forget to mention about the nickname he’d given you….the one that made you believe you were celestial…

you would internally squeal each time he would call you so…

Anyways…so after you were done going on about his and yours day…you let out the buildup inside your heart…

“Xavi…I need to tell you something…”

“Anything my star…I’m all ears…”

“I think…”

“I think I’ve fallen for you…fallen in too deep…”

And it was true…you were far gone…

Silence coursed through the call…you tensed…did you mess up?

“X-Xavier…?”

*tring*

The call died…

So did a big part inside of you…

Had you messed up that bad…you just wanted to confess to him…just—

*Knock. Knock. Knock.*

You looked through the peephole, before opening

“Xavier—mmf…”

He kissed you…the kiss that made you feel the energy of a million stars…

….

Three hours past midnight…

He was so silly

He was so soft

He was so sweet

He was so yours…

Looking up at the ceiling, as your eyes trail back to his sleeping form on the right side of your bed…the one which had become his second favorite spot for slumber.

Who would be able to tell apart such a peaceful and innocent face that he was one of the most skilled Deepspace Hunters of the Association…

Yet he possessed his weaknesses, he couldn’t get a single plushie from the Arcade and which would always leave him frustrated every time you had Arcade dates…his insistence surpassed your advices everytime, deeming the same result each time…

To calm him down? All it took was a soft kiss on the cheek, and a few words of affirmation.

Of course he knew you were an insomniac and he’d worry his pretty head about you each night, so he thought he should make you some hot milk, maybe it would help you…

He was super insistent…and all you could do was pray…pray that your kitchen lives to see the light of the upcoming day…

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“The milk wasn’t supposed to spill all over, now was it Xavi?”

“…”

“…No…”

You sigh as the both of you clean up the disaster that was now your kitchen…

“This is the reason why I tell you to not touch anything in a kitchen…but who listens to me…you even burned yourself Xavier! What am I to do to you—”

Your words died out, as you felt warmth settle around your waist, holding you securely in place…

“You have no right to scold me my star…I was only looking out for you…”

Kisses glide down your neck traversing towards your shoulders, as if dew drops trickling down a leaf stalk…

….

Three hours past midnight…

Strong arms lift you up in bridal style carrying you to the haven you two had built within those four walls of your bedroom…

“Mm… *kiss* Xavi… *kiss* the kitch- *kiss*”

“It will survive…now I want your entire attention on me…”, that was your man…always jealous of the little things in your life, whenever you’d value them more than him…how dare you…

He was so gentle, so soft so fluffy looking…he played the innocence card very strategically using his face…who could tell otherwise right? But you knew…you knew he was anything but pure…

Flopping you down onto your bed, his mouth crashed against yours once more, his tongue soon finding homage inside of the warm cavern of the inside of your mouth while his hands carry out their own artistic endeavour down all over your body…finally reaching their destination once he pulls down the straps of your night-dress ever so delicately, the cold breeze of the outside creeping through your skin from outside you closed off windows…His other hand continue it’s exploration down to your thighs, spreading then apart, as he massages them…

Soft sinful moans of pleasure spill out of your lips as your hands secure around his neck…but your lips never leave his, as if caught up in a deadlock…You palms slowly descend down to his shirt, unbuttoning each hastily and carelessly…you needed him…his own hands soon join helping you discard the fabrics which constrained both your bodies…

He broke the kiss to breathe, breathe for the both of you for you had forgotten what perception was, being so lost within each new sensation provided to you by him…the ecstasy that made you feel one with the Earth…

Had you confided within yourself, how much illumination your Light Evolver brought into the dark nights of your soul? You two were the pinnacle of the famous saying ‘opposites attract’. Your beliefs of the Earthly forces being ever so stronger than those of the Universe proved to grow stronger…you didn’t want anything that transcended you to the beyonds…all you wanted was to become one with the Earth, the absolute holism he brought upon your life…Opposites yet so alike…. ‘He was Sunshine while you were Midnight Rain…’

a melody as grounded and pure as Nature herself…

….

Three hours past midnight…

Who would have known Fate, Herself would descend down upon the Earth, directly into the new beginning of your chapter, pulling her strings to work…

You met her today…she was a relatively new Hunter who had joined only a month ago…yet her skills knew no bounds…

She was honeyed like the warm breeze during the Spring,

She was as fresh as a newly bloomed delicate flower—as charismatic as the Golden Hour of the Evening…

She had made you drawn to her with just one conversation…

How did you meet? Well you used good friends with Tara from before she joined at the Association she wouldn’t stop gushing about her partner and her talent…that’s how sweet she was…

But one thought which kept gnawing it’s way through your heart and mind was…

‘How come Xavier never told me about her…he does tell me of everything about his day and work…’

Not like he was bound to or anything to you…no…

Maybe they aren’t close enough, yet.

but…you couldn’t figure out the unsettling feeling that started blooming inside of your heart…

Where did you meet? A few evenings back, at Destiny Cafe.

….

Three hours past midnight…

They get paired up for almost every mission, or he would suggest he should accompany her. Their bond seemed to be strengthening, it was a good thing…you always wanted your boyfriend to get along with his colleagues as well as possible…

He has become busier than ever…

Weeks pass, so does a month…everything begins so gradually. The calls start to become less, so do the texts…Dates cease to exist, he doesn’t come over anymore…

There was always one reason…

“I’m sorry my star I’m too tired after today’s mission, cannot keep my eyes open for too long…”

“Miss U.”

“Promise U will meet up soon later…”

Promises, promises so many promises, piled up, stack after stack, all of them failed to get executed…

Still you hold onto them…

hold onto something hollow…

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Three hours past midnight…

You lay up alone in your bed, basking in the coldness of your epiphany…

What epiphany you ask? It was the sudden illumination, forcefully introduced by the universe into the warm darkness of your nights…

You were at Destiny Cafe this evening, for a cup of coffee, where you saw the two of them together. Maybe they were discussing about a mission? Maybe status reports of the previous day? How come he didn’t tell you he’d be out…you’d texted him earlier…

He said he was busy. Busy for you, but not for her…when will he come to visit next? All sorts of thoughts seemed to clutter up together inside of your mind…

…They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul…is that why when you saw his, your whole world suddenly seemed to come to stop? You cannot explain the warmth and color that emerged from the depths, of his being.

The empty galaxy within his eyes get slowly suffused with constellations of stars.

Each one holding a significant message.

Every time she would talk or chat or speak…

It was nothing like you’d ever witnessed or experienced first hand.

Were you overthinking? Or were you just devoid of thoughts?

….

Three hours past midnight…

Time was eternal yet relative, is that why it seemed to loop along the curvature of the broken record player that you’d been reduced to, ever so slowly? Each day had become a realisation factor of the equation the two of them seemed to hold out to you, for you to solve…Alas you were only a writer, so you phrased them using your thread of words, sewing pages upon pages, until the fabric of reality was ready to be worn by you…

You witnessed the way she’d transformed the barren planet of his heart (which you never knew existed) with the beautiful blossoms of life, colour and seasons. The love he held behind his eyes for her was cosmic…as if it has been deep-rooted throughout centuries waiting for the perfect moment to be poured out and the moment was now. You saw how perfectly the colors of his soul blended with hers, every hue and gloss intermingling with one another ever so perfectly, as if it was meant to be…

You’d lost track of the time since he stopped calling you ‘his star’, you weren’t that, never, it was all a hoax…you were a ‘failed star’. You never knew much about how the forces of the universe functioned, forever afraid of the flight that may crash you down upon the rough hard ground of reality, hence you’ve always been too grounded to Earth, in that way gravity could never hurt you anymore right?

But now that you saw them, it was as if seeing the cosmos was celebrating the union of the souls, without whom She had been so long shrouded within the darkness of the nights…

The darkness which you’d (once) embraced and loved.

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Three hours past midnight…

You’d drank a lot tonight.

You hated her.

Hated her guts, for stealing the light of your life.

You hated the fact that you could simply and truly never loathe her and her friendship…and how significant they had shaped to be in your life…

You hated the fact that you were one with the dark nights.

You hated the audacity of Fate to mingle with the strings of your life as if it were Her story.

You hated that you had to be forced in the concept of ‘Soulmates’.

You hated how the two of them were the epitome of that meaning.

You hated how their existence even surpassed the Metaphysical realm of beliefs.

“You hated how you longed for your forgotten trysts.”

“You hated every fatal fantasy that creeped through your mind.”

“You hated how you’ve done each of them with him all in your head.”

“You hated how it paved the way to your laboured breaths, every night.”

You hated how he would not even remember you anymore or have the minute decency to even call you up or text you.

You hated because you knew it wasn’t true, and the amount of times he’d tried to reach out before it all faded to the point of exhaustion.

You hated how you dissociated yourself from their lives, letting them live as the Universe had wished for.

You hated how his voice would ring in your ears every morning, day, evening and night and all you could do was weep…weep and weep…

You hated how you often you weeped in the coldness of your bed, alone with no one to hold onto.

You hated that your bed wasn’t his second favorite place of slumber any longer, but it was her apartment.

You hated how you’ve lost track of time.

You hated how you longed to understand the ways of the cosmos.

You hated how you wanted to run to him and cry to his chest.

You hated how you wanted yourself to be selfish.

You hated how you wanted him to be happy.

You hated how you wanted to pour yourself out to him, how you wanted to hear along the lines that you were mistaken, utterly mistaken…that he was still yours…that he loved you…

You hate how half of you was still living with a fool’s paradise, embracing every wishful thinking clutching them close to the chambers of your heart so they couldn’t escape…

You hated how the other half was ever so rational, and had achieved it’s closure.

You hated how you’d made him your North Star…but the poles of your World were never a reality.

You loathed how perfectly they fit against each other as if two puzzle pieces, that gave Love and the Deepspace it’s fundamental significance.

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Three hours past midnight…

You had officially lost the ability of a writer of the story of your life…being reduced to merely a narrator of your own chapters, forced to narrate yourself and only yourself while Fate played with the Story of your Life…

Once again it has been proved that the auspicious forces always stood victorious over the malevolent ones…you remembered the famous saying,

‘History repeats itself, First as a Tragedy, Second as a Farce…’

How foolish of you to believe that the forces of the Universe emerged victorious for they were superior and coerced the other inferior…

How foolish of you to believe in the false amity of these forces you’d been long acquainted with…

The monster underneath your bed re-emerged, so did the hand reaching out to you from behind the mirror…

but they weren’t there to hurt you, they were there to comfort you while you pathetically weeped over the love which you never had.

They felt pity, watching you clutch onto your pillow every night and ‘the planet shaped purple promise rings that you never had the chance to gift to him’…, head buried on his side of the bed, drenching your bed-sheets which used to be once ablaze in his presence…

But you pushed them away…far far away…

It was three hours past midnight…

And you were finally feeling drowsy…

Sleepy…

You wanted to sleep, and sleep and sleep…

It was three hours past midnight…

When you had finally succumbed to the slumber that drowned you into the land of illusions…

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(Inspirations from the songs: Midnight Rain and Guilty as Sin by Taylor Swift.)

[sepublic]

Something I appreciate about A-plots revolving around Gus is that he genuinely feels like he’s become the Main Character when they happen; It comes across as from his perspective, and I think part of it has to do with how the episode begins with Gus without any of the usual cast, and how the conflict is immediately set up there.

It’s what I noticed and found novel about Something Ventured, Someone Framed, how the A-plot begins with Gus and his own conflict with the HAS, before he realizes how Luz can help. It’s about his development, navigating around Luz and Mattholomule, and eventually having to own up to his mistakes when Luz calls him out. It was really fascinating to see the main character from this angle, especially by a side character and not a fellow MC like Eda or King.

Similarly, Through the Looking Glass Ruins may be balancing with Lumity, but when it cuts to Gus’ story, the A-plot, it’s also unambiguously about him. It starts with his angst about failing to protect Willow, and Luz is once again there as a supporting character before transitioning to her own B-plot with Amity. It’s about Gus realizing what’s wrong and making his own decision.

Labyrinth Runners feels like the appropriate bookend to Something Ventured, Someone Framed; It’s alas the final Gus storyline, but it fittingly takes place back in Hexside and it’s one where Luz is not a MC, in fact she’s not present at all! Instead it begins once more with Gus’ problems with classmates, only to find support in one of his friends. Hunter might have his own thing going on too and does reach out for the climax, but there’s so much emphasis on Gus’ psychology, a revelation on his abilities, and just his overall feelings that with the setup of him reaching out to Hunter, Hunter reaching out feels like payoff to Gus’ arc here.

It might just be me, but I think there’s something different about Gus taking the spotlight compared to other side characters’ storylines where they’re still sharing it with Luz or someone else, and/or Gus feels like he has the most of these arcs. Gus was the first to do this and it’s another reason why Something Ventured, Someone Framed stood out to me and is a personal underrated fave; It feels like the show, for an episode, is re-orienting itself around him, establishing itself with him. He’s like a MC of his own show in a way!

Makes me imagine a Gus spin-off, like the Gus spin-off is interjecting from time to time, kinda like Young Eda having a whole episode (and Eda also contributed to this in SVSF, in a context that established Young Eda to begin with). I guess as one for theatrics in Grom and in general, you could say he… stole the show.

[fox-daddy]

Re-working my Mc's

So now I have 6 Mc's I am changing how the love interest's and secondary love interest's work. They are only allowed one main love interest each. So this is going to list them and their improved romance lists, along with some basic information to work as a 'these are my Mc's come take a look'

The main Trio;

Kyle; He/Him/They/Them

Height; 4'4 (aka certified smoll bean)

Age; around 2 years younger than Asra

Favorite food and drink; pancakes and blueberries and apple juice/apple cider

Favorite season; spring

Main love interest; Asra

Secondary love interest; Nadia

Can't be shipped with; Julian (When he's the Mc)

Familiars; Kea named Kai and a dragon named Emerald. Both She/her.

Hunter; They/Them

Height; 5'4

Age: between Julian and Portia

Favorite food and drink; dragonfruit and tea (literally any tea)

Favorite season; winter

Main love interest; Muriel

Secondary love interest; Julian

Can't be shipped with; Nadia

Familiars; red-tailed black cockatoo named Ruby (she/her) and a goldfish named Goldy (he/him)

Bluebell; They/Them

Height; 6'4

Age; a few years younger than Lucio (detail's unknown)

Favorite food and drink; bread and water

Favorite season; autumn

Main love interest; Lucio

Secondary love interest; Muriel

Familiars; house sparrow named Chirps (She/her)

The secondary Trio;

Sora; She/her/They/Them

Height; 5'9

Age; Around Asra's age maybe a year older maybe a year younger

Favorite food and drink; poutine and slushies

Favorite season; spring

Main love interest; Portia

Secondary love interest; Asra

Familiar; Maned Wolf named Nova (She/her)

Amity; He/Him

Height; 6'2

Age; Between Muriel and Portia

Favorite food and drink; Chicken noodle soup and hot chocolate

Favorite season; Winter

Main love interest; Nadia

Secondary love interest; Portia

Can't be shipped with; Julian or Lucio

Familiar; Shark-dog named Silky (He/Him)

Fauna; She/her

height: 5'11

Age; A year or two older than Muriel

Favorite food and drink; potatoes and Honey (honey tea)

Favorite season; summer

Main love interest; Julian

Secondary love interest; Lucio

Familiar; Red fox named Finn (He/Him)

[lil-dragon-rawr]

TOH x DC: One-Sided Identity Shenanigans

Cause like...the Owl House gang didn't bother to make secret identities

Part One, Part Two, Part Four

Masterlist

Jason, finally finding an opportunity to talk to Vee alone during their volunteer shift: hi.

Vee, thinking he's going to blackmail and/or permanently silence her for figuring out his secret identity: *about to have a panic attack*

Jason: so I heard about vigilante bingo

Vee, who was expecting him to say something WAY different: ...huh?

Jason, continuing: I have it on good authority that Spoiler made a deal with Eda to help her win

Vee: ??? (when did Eda have time to talk to Spoiler???)

Jason: but personally I'm rooting for Luz

Vee, still processing the fact that she and Eda are now officially cheating:

Jason: also, expect the other vigilantes to start throwing their hat in the ring soon. They can be really competitive

Jason, patting her on the shoulder as he leaves: okay good talk

(Amity and Luz arriving at Barbara's apartment for girls' night)

Steph, answering the door with an evil glint in her eyes: oh, you must be Babs' new friends! I've heard so much about you >:D

(eventually, the topic switches to vigilantes, thanks to one meddling Steph)

Steph, trying to feed Lumity false information to stop them from getting more points in bingo: you know, I hear the only vigilante who's ever given out autographs is Spoiler

Barbara, also invested in bingo and trying to help her new sister win: *narrowing her eyes* don't listen to Steph, she doesn't know what she's talking about. Spoiler's never given an autograph before. Ask Red Hood

Steph, who knows Jason will absolutely give an autograph to Luz: *glares at Babs*

Luz, who doesn't know they know about the bingo cards: haha why would we want an autograph??

(Batfamily meeting in the cave)

Steph: well we can't all speedrun bingo!

Jason: oh yeah? Who's gonna stop me?

Steph: it was my idea to meddle! I can easily do all the tasks before you can!

Babs, trying to defuse the situation before someone catches a Batarang in the knee: okay, okay. What if we made rules about how much we can interfere?

Steph, still glaring at Jason: ...I'm listening

[THE RULES:

1. The party you aid cannot be aware that you're aiding them - it must appear to be coincidence.

2. You cannot outright say things such as "Got any ice cream around here?" to prompt challenge completion - the subject of the challenge must be brought up by the party you aid.

3. Failure to comply with the above rules results in penalties including, but not limited to, extra patrols, public humiliation, and death by disappointing Alfred. Penalties are decided by Batwoman based on the severity of the rule infraction.]

Gus, on his first day as a news anchor: well folks it looks like we've got some quality rogues active in central Gotham today!

Camera crew, concerned about this kid's apparent apathy towards dangerous criminals:

Gus "I Was The MC For My Friends' Gladiator Match Against The Actual Embodiment Of Fear" Porter: Two-Face just made a move on Gotham National Bank - but oh? What's this? *listening to his earpiece* the temperature is dropping, grab your coats everyone because Mr. Freeze is here for six more weeks of winter!

Kevin the Cameraman, whispering to his coworker Beth: actually I think he's perfect for this

Signal, out alone and having to deal with both Two-Face and Freeze: I cannot live laugh love in these conditions

Gus, ten yards away in front of a camera, glancing back at Signal and winking: *mouthing* I gotchu fam

Real Gus, lying in wait behind a building while Illusion Gus MCs: *traps Mr. Freeze in a mental purgatory of his worst nightmares as soon as Freeze walks by*

Mr. Freeze, suddenly screaming and collapsing: Nora, don't leave me!

Real Gus: oops might have reawakened some trauma there

Signal, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth: *punches a distracted Two-Face and hauls both him and Freeze back to Arkham* don't know what that guy did to Freeze but whatever works ig

Hunter: *enjoying a peaceful night on the balcony with Willow*

Robin, manifesting: woodcarver.

Hunter: ??? Hello???

Robin: I would like to carve a palisman.

Hunter, confused: *looking to Willow for support with the stabby child*

Willow: *thumbs-up*

Hunter, finally getting Robin to talk about his emotions: what do you care about?

Robin, lore dropping like there's no tomorrow: I was genetically engineered to be the perfect combination of my mother and father. Growing up, I was expected to be the heir to both their legacies as the Demon's Head and the Bat. I always thought I wanted to take up the mantle, but it feels like a burden instead of some great destiny.

Hunter, making a few connections: ...you were supposed to fill the role of someone else?

Robin: yes, that's what I just said

Hunter, smiling: me too!

Hunter: though for me I was genetically engineered to be a copy of my former uncle's brother. And I was supposed to serve that uncle as the Golden Guard

Hunter, having a moment: ...and then I found out he was lying about our family and that he was trying to commit genocide

Hunter, spiraling: ...and then I found all the masks of the former Golden Guards...

Hunter: ...and realized he killed them all every time they - we - betrayed him...

Robin:

Hunter: ...and then he killed Flapjack...

Robin, prepared to go to war: let us kill that imbecile for his crimes.

Hunter, appreciating the support: thanks, but it's already taken care of :)

Batman, approaching the Clawthornes: Eda.

Eda: Batman.

Batman, actually kinda trying to help: King is fourteen, correct?

Eda: what's it to you?

Batman: that would place him at the start of high school. It might be good for him to interact with kids his own age.

Eda, squaring up: don't tell me how to parent my kid!

Eda, immediately turning to King: do you wanna go to school?

King: hmm maybe, I don't really know how human schools work and don't want to deal with what Luz went through...

Batman, who has a fourteen year old who also doesn't want to deal with school (but has to anyway to keep up appearances): we could get you a student liaison to shadow. If you want, they could be informed of your situation so you have someone to talk to

King: ...yeah sure sounds interesting

King, approaching The Bingo Council that night: is Batman getting me into school considered an almost-adoption? Cause I feel like if Eda wasn't there he would've adopted me

Eda, crossing her arms: I vote no. Adoption has to go through me and we have to fight for custody

Gus, who wants a point: I argue yes. We all know Batman has an adoption problem and Eda openly challenged his parenting attempts

Vee, off to the side, twiddling her thumbs and wondering if Batman is one of the vigilantes involved in Bingo Interference:

King, walking into class on his first day and seeing the glowering student liaison that everyone seems afraid of: *squints*

Damian: *narrows his eyes, waiting to see what King does*

King: *sips his Starbucks suspiciously*

Current Standings for Vigilante Bingo:

Lumity:

Huntlow:

An argument was made for "have a vigilante crash through your window", but since Robin never technically went inside the apartment, it was vetoed.

Gus and King:

Gus was awarded the "be a hero" square for taking out Mr. Freeze. The council agreed that more effort needs to be made on the "almost adopted by Batman" front. Should Batman try again, King will receive the point.

Eda and Vee:

Vee stewed in silence for the entire council meeting for unknown reasons.

[kea-lover]

Me and Kyle were forced to play a horror game as revenge for us forcing Hunter to read Sonic. This was basically Kyle when we finally managed to get the good ending after being soft locked to one of the bad ending the first time we tried.

Please note It wasn't a very scary horror game like amnesia or else neither me nor Kyle would've been able to finish it.

[studioeisa]

harrowing kae (pt. 3)

DINO DAUNTLESS DINO DAUNTLESS DINO DAUNTLESS ✊ i would absolutely spar (and lose) to dauntless dino

tara, my dearest, i have nothing to show for my dauntless!dino wip except bullet points and one too many photos of how i imagine he would look like... as a dauntless security force member :)

[set pre-pre-divergent canon, which means eric and four are not yet in dauntless]

chan who is born in amity, and it's good, it's nice, it works, but it doesn't feel right. he's from a family that's fairly well-off in the faction. if he chooses to stay, he'll be set for life. marry some nice girl, farm his days away! he should be happy... right?

except he obviously isn't, and everybody knows it. his family is restless about him moving factions; their refrain/whispered prayer is relatively to-be-expected. go to erudite, go to abnegation, sure. anything but dauntless. anything but dauntless.

alas, chan lives to defy expectations. the more he's told "don't do it", the more he thinks the idea is appealing. next thing you know, he's cutting his palm over the coals of dauntless with that almost dopey grin on his face.

except chan kind of sucks. he passes initiation through the skin of his teeth. he's good with the physical aspect— body trained with years of toil— but he barely gets by through the emotional/mental aspects of the tests. he's goaded for being a pansy, one of those 'tree-hugging amity fuckers', and he gets into just enough fights that he's threatened by his trainers that he'll be factionless by the end of this whole thing.

he survives. by the grace of his old faction's gods, he survives, and chan is assigned to be a fence guard. he thrives a little more here, his amity sensibilities making it ideal for him to interact face-to-face with people. he gets promoted to the security force, where he maintains a cushy position involving keeping the City safe.

[branching plot points — need to decide which plot to go with considering this ↑ chan!]

dauntless!mc - either 1) dauntless born!mc who was in the same initiation class as chan. was so good that everyone thought she'd end up a dauntless leader, but has a seeming 'fall from grace' when she ends up in the security force alongside a bemused chan. "doesn't matter where we came from. we all end up in the same place, don't we?" or 2) dauntless!mc who works as a nurse and has to deal with chan's bullshit. "why are you always getting injured?" "maybe i'm trying to find an excuse to see you. ever think of that?"

amity!mc - the girl/life that chan left behind. she's a counsellor now, and chan is assigned to be one of her security detail. "do you ever regret the choices that you made?" "i don't. i can't."

factionless!mc - the factionless are restless, and prior to the arrival of evelyn johnson-eaton, there was mc. mc struggles to manage the ragtag group of factionless into a more coherent system, and chan has to reckon with what the City is expecting to be an uprising.

[tisbutapenandiambutitsvessel]

So there's this kid I babysit.

She always wants to play her favorite TV shows with her dolls.

Last night she wanted to play The Owl House. Sweet. As a queer person I love the Owl House. She tells me that her dad doesn't like how in the show there's two girls in a relationship . I told her that's what I loved about it. (I like to expose her different perspectives and opinions on things, since she's homeschooled and doesn't really have any friends.) She (being eager to make me happy, because again, I'm basically her only "friend" despite the massive age gap) tells me that she likes it too.

So she pulls out her dolls and we start playing, but instead of Amity and Luz, she's doing Luz and Hunter. And I hated it, I hated it so much but I let it slide and didn't say anything because 1)she's 9 and 2) Luz is bi anyway and that's how I rationalized it in my head to make myself not wanna cry, and 3) I don't feel like it's my place to have a conversation about the harmful implications queer erasure with a literal child. Nor did I have the energy for that.

So whatever, we play her game, the night comes to an end. But I can't help thinking about it.

And the more I think about it, the more it strikes me as a massive case of comphet. Like she's so zoned into her and her family's ways of thinking that even when a different one is presented to her, she feels like she has to twist it back around into her family's school of thought. Sounds a lot like Compulsory Heterosexuality to me. I'm not say this kid is queer, or she's going to be in the future. Nothing like that. She's just so honed into the school of thought of boy+girl, that even when girl+girl is out before her, she feels dismissive of it.

I'd like any other insights on this from others.

And yes, you can ship whoever you want, this isn't about shipping. She's not a fandom nerd like we are. She's a kid. She doesn't even know what shipping is. I feel like she just picked the main white boy, and the MC and thought "let's go, that's what it's supposed to be."

[anonymous-existences]

Permission has been given :)

I'd say sorry for the word vomit, but you said to share with you my thoughts.

Here are my thoughts :)

I kinda wanna throw Danny into the Monster Hunter Stories world. Specifically Stories 2, the Wyverian Village atop the cliff.

Maybe he's been needing to reconnect with nature after so long of floating aimlessly amidst the other ghosts, after his parents, sister and friends all grew old and died, but he remained.

He ages so slowly now, that he looks barely 30 when he buries Sam and Tucker, who were already old and gray and tired of everything.

I cannot stress this enough, this man looks like the Hot History Teacher trope, and yet he's just as old as the other senior citizens of Amity Park.

So, he packs up everything he has, all the old Fenton Tech goes into storage in his lair, and leaves through a natural portal. The Fenton Portal was decommissioned when his parents found out. Their research was entirely redone and republished, and the Ghosts stopped invading, partly afraid after his defeat of Pariah Dark, partly out of respect for Danny's ability to wreck them.

Danny goes off, spends a good couple of decades going around the Zone, helping out whenever, and exploring, and eventually just drifting about.

Then, as per canon, the Monster Hunter Stories 2 main character's grandpa, Red, goes off on his journey. Accidentally stumbles across an old shrine tucked away somewhere, one that honoured past warriors. Danny is a past warrior, and one that is more human than most ghosts. So maybe settling down at the shrine to patch up an injury wasnt a great idea.

Brilliant lights and rumbling, the ground cracks open with an eerie green glow, his Rathalos is screeching and ready to open fire on the weird fissure.

A hand pushes out of the crack in the ground, and pulls up a dad-shaped man through the ground. One dressed in crystalline armor and carrying a spear. Slightly singed and bleeding green from a cut on his cheek.

Turns out, Danny wasnt expecting to be summoned in the middle of an exhibition match against Pandora, but now he's looking down at a teenager pointing a sword at him while a dragon-looking thing behind him growls and looks two seconds away from opening fire on him. What else can he do but adopt the little shit? Danny could use a vacation away from the Ghosts, and this kid is on an unsupervised journey across the world.

Danny can totally go on a nice cross-country journey. Amd besides, kid has his own flying mount, and Danny can fly. He's going to wrangle in this kid and keep him safe.

He's a Dad now. Fuck. Wait until Ellie hears about this!

They do the journey, find the odd pink pits of evil light, Danny totally teaches the kid about magic and ghosts, and all the skills he needs to be a good fighter.

And then Red grows up, has his own family, and all. Danny becomes that hermit Uncle that owns a chunk of forest and teaches you to hunt, but always comes down for the family gathering. That is, until Red dies. (And considering the MC in Monster Hunter Stories 2 doesn't even mention parents, maybe they've also died too).

Danny goes into the woods, never to be seen again. Occasionally someone brings words of a tall, handsome man in crystalline armor helping someone and then disappearing before their eyes, but as soon as reports his Terga Volcano they stop. They assume he's disappeared too.

In reality, Danny found that game's equivalent of the elves, and they understand his grief of looking barely over 40 and having mourned several generations of humans already. They live atop a cliff that you need to fly to get into, and don't ask invasive questions about his powers.

He becomes their best Hunter, but rarely needs to be sent out, only to chase off invasive species or poachers. Danny hates poachers and their cruel methods.

By the time game story happens, and the MC arrives at the volcano, they're received at the village entrance by warriors, as happens in canon, and get to meet their commander, a tall, regal-looking man, with a spear over his shoulder and crystal armor covering him. He's glaring and giving out orders to bring the intruders to the village, but he's very soft-spoken towards the Rathalos accompanying the MC.

And then the kid takes off their helmet and Danny feels his entire world freeze. That's...that's impossible. He knows those eyes, but on a much older face. On the face of a son he couldn't get to in time.

The MC gets to witness the tall, scary man suddenly look pained by so much grief, falling to his knees and asking them about their grandpa Red.

I kinda wanna have the MC be a girl, specifically so Danny, who raised a feral son and his Monster friends, now gets to be a dad to a girl, and oh Ancients, what do girls in this world even like?

Turns out, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and she likes to climb everywhere. Instead of a bed will sleep comfortably on her Monster friends, and she's more likely to end up covered in mud and sticks, than anything he's expecting a girl to like.

Except, this go around, you get tired veteran and his emptional support feral child. Imagine Geralt raising Ciri, if young Ciri had the attitude of Dick Grayson along with the love of nature of Damian al Ghul Wayne.

This kid was half raised by her village's Monsters, because she refused to sit still and kept running off to go play with the baby Monsters in the Stables, and eventually got semi-adopted by the adults.

Picture this:

"Kid, please get down from there! You're gonna hurt yourself!"

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a slight headache coming. Somehow, his great-granddaughter had found her way up the cliff with the help of a bunch of vines, a knife, and clinging to a particularly big Konchu.

"Not until I find it!"

"Find what? Kid, what are you looking for that could be worth a broken arm or leg?"

And thena the kid is wrenching something out of the cliff face, tipping over backwards further than her improvised rope can bear. It snaps, and she goes falling, leading to a fussing Danny flying up to catch her, holding her against his chest, too terrified for words.

Sure, later the kid is going to realize she almost died AND made her great-grandpa almost have a heart attack if he still could get those, but for now she's safe in his arms, her prize of a particularly shiny rock is in her hands, and they're flying without riding on a Monster's back.

"Let's do that again!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!!!"

Just...girldad Danny, who looks like the Hot Teacher, but is too Scarred by The Horrors to consider dating, having to contend with raising a feral girl who's somehow even worse than raising her grandpa was. And she keeps trying to set him up with single older women, except Danny's got almost, or already well over two centuries under his belt.

He's the Hot Immortal Lover, and doesn't understand that everyone they meet would happily be All Over That if he only let them. And now the Handsome Immortal has a child. Oh no, he's hot AND a good dad!

HOLY FUCK!! AHEIRBRIBAIE this was a good read. I love it. I don't understand some of the terms but I'll gobble it all up either way.

(I kinda wanna see Dan -Biased-)